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Dream 1-- DILD! *Dreamsign: HSfriend* Task of the Month

YES!! I finally had my second lucid dream after trying to induce lucids for over a week now! I'm so psyched because even though I'm officially attempting to achieve lucidity through the WILD technique, I'm managing to recognize my dream signs while in the dream state! This is really encouraging because these dreamsigns recur so much, and are so common that if I can really start consistently seeing them as such then I should be lucid almost all the time! Also, I think it helped that I was thinking about the task of the month as a something to do after I became lucid because I completed it as soon as I became lucid!

The dream starts off with me walking down this open field at night with no one around me. I am walking on grass, and I can see a bunch of stuff in the distance, but I have this feeling like I know exactly where I am going. I keep walking for about a minute and eventually find myself sitting on a porch with Dean, William and an old man. I look over at Dean and he is lying down on some stairs, and I think that's typical for Dean, who would normally come over to my house and just sleep on my couch.

Will, the old man and I are talking about some important topic I can't specifically recall right now. Suddenly there is this loud noise to the right and it's this truck that is trying to back into it's logical space. It's making a lot of noise and it has to go through a long, drawn out procedure of getting through this tiny space in order to park. It pulls forward, and shifts positions and goes back. It's hard to explain but the entire process takes about 2 minutes to complete. After it's done I l walk over and see that the truck has compacted to the size of a normal car, and I think that is really weird how it all happened.

When I go back to talk to Will, I recognize him as an HSfriend (friend from high school) and immediately I become lucid! I tell him that I am lucid and that I have full control over my dream and I can do whatever I want right now. He sits and just looks at me silently. I then tell him that I have always looked up to him and that I think he is really cool. He says "whoa." I don't know what else to say so I walk past him and find another of my high school friends, Sean. He walks up to me and says "I love you, man" and gives me a big hug. I say "I love you too dude, thank you." When we are hugging, I close my eyes and things go black, which causes me to start to lose lucidity. I remember that I can spin around, so I start to spin but my brain sort of comes back into my body and I can feel my body spinning in a dream while my body is remaining still on the bed. It feels really weird because I have the sensation that I'm spinning in the bed while I'm not moving at all.

Dream 2-- PassObs Degrassi

So I'm watching an episode of Degrassi, and everything seems to be going according to the Degrassi-esque drama, but I'm passobs the whole time. I'm just the camera watching all the action, and there is a line of thoughts that follow as the scene progresses. After about 30 seconds, the characters all change and the storyline becomes something really weird.

In every episode of Degrassi there are usually multiple stories that progress in segments and the show will switch from one story to another constantly. In one of my stories, Abed from the show Community thinks that he is gay so he is going into a doctor's office to check. For most of my dream he is waiting in the waiting room looking around nervously. The last Abed scene, a doctor in the form of Chevy Chase (who is also in Community) comes out and tells Abed that his results are ready. There is a close up of his face looking worried, and then a far-away shot of him following the doctor through these two glass doors.

In another story, there are these two people who are apparently cheating on their girlfriend/boyfriend with eachother. In one scene they are having sex and it looks like the scene from fight club where it's really blurry and slowed down. You can't really tell what's going on but you know they are having sex and one scene will kind of mold into the other. I see her totally naked and I have this thought like 'I don't think they can show boobs on this show' but that doesn't stop the dream. The boobs and the woman's body morph into the guys face and suddenly they are in a different sexual position. It's hard to explain, but I remember paying attention to how the bodies morphed and how her boobs became his nose. It was really interesting to watch and observe.

In the last story, I was actually involved, but I can't remember it that well. I am running down a long corridor with black and white checkers on a marble floor beneath me. The corridor is rather narrow and I can see that it gets smaller up ahead. I am running and at first it doesn't seem like I'm making progress, but somehow I imagine that there are people in the opening, which makes me complete the journey really fast. I guess I took my mind off the corridor situation, which made it a non-issue. When I reach the opening there are HSfriends again, but I don't go lucid this time. We all talk for a while about a problem going on in the house we are in. It's really dramatic and we all have to search for something, but it's too blurry at this point.

Dream Fragment 1-- BC Movie

I just got home from Boston where I was watching the Yale/Harvard football game and visiting my friend at BU. While at BU I was thinking about how I went over to BC during my college tours and had to compare the two campuses.

In my dream, I am walking on concrete in no specific path, but once again I have this feeling like I know where I am going. It's raining/drizzling but I don't have the feeling like I am getting wet or that I am cold at all. I walk into this building and there are students sitting in chairs facing a TV screen. Also, there is a woman who is standing behind a podium and looking out at all of us. she is obviously a representative for the college. All the kids sitting are watching a movie, and I decide to remain standing behind all of the chairs. I adopt a wide stance and I remember thinking about how wide my stance was and naming it "solid." I physically tried to avoid watching what was on the TV because I didn't want to get sucked in. This is what I do in real life now. I don't watch TV and I don't watch movies because they drag me into the PassObs state so well. I try to RC all the time now when I am typing up my dream journal because I will realize that I am not even paying attention to the noise of the keyboard or the feeling of sitting in the chair!!

Suddenly, I am talking to H. Huffines because he was one person that I wanted to visit while at BU who I never got a chance to see. I was thinking about him in real life. His dad also talks to me, but I don't remember to go lucid. I can't remember the dialogue, but it was nothing special.

False Awakening 1-- Pam offers me a Job

My alarm clock goes off at 5am to remind me to WILD. I remember that I am supposed to WILD and so I remain still and fall back asleep. I have a False Awakening in my bed and I turn to my side to see my mom's friend Pam on my laptop with glasses on. She is looking through e-mails or something and starts talking to me without looking at me. She tells me about this job opportunity she has as an actor's apprentice. I would follow him around and do his dirty work and get him shows and all of this stuff. The whole time I'm in passobs just not really "there." I don't look around, I have a lot of thoughts just swarming through my mind and I don't say anything. I wake up.

False Awakening 2-- Lawyer in my Den

This dream is scattered and happens directly after the first false awakening. I am a lawyer and I'm representing this client who I think is disabled. I don't specifically remember the facts of the case or why I am trying it, but I do remember looking through this light blue notebook filled to the brim with papers with all sorts of legal words. It's just passage after passage of what the client is saying, what the law is and other arguments. I try to read over these very carefully, and I actually start to get a photographic memory of what all the contents are as I'm flipping through the book! At first, I'm reading this outside. I'm in a chair and I'm leaning back with the notebook in my lap. there are about 6-7 pages that I read front and back. This clues me in to the whole case and what is going on.

Suddenly, without warning, I sit up and I am in this large comfy couch that we have in our downstairs den, which is a living room basically. I am talking to a client who is sitting in a chair at a table that is correctly placed in the layout of my den, and he isn't looking at me. He is looking to the left according to how I am looking at him, but it's straightforward for him. He is white, stocky, grey haired, and he looks rather sad, he had a light blue sweater on. We start talking about the case and I basically ask him a list of questions that I feel would apply to this case. The more questions I ask, however, the more I become passobs because I analyze the question I am asking, I analyze his answer, and I'm in my head about what to say or do next.

First, we start talking about the complaint and the laws surrounding the issue. He tries to direct me to pages where he addressed certain concerns Im brining up, but as Iflip through the pages I realize that all of the text is blurry and jumbled (a new dreamsign) so I stop trying to look. I just converse with him directly about the issue and begin asking him surprisingly poignant questions that I had never heard myself ask before. Things like "Do you admire his situation? Would you trade your life for his?" After this question there was a long silence. I stopped to think about what I just said, and I was really analyzing his face to gauge his reaction. He didn't say anything and I prompted him to speak, but he, in a whispering voice, said "I don't know."

Dream Fragment 2--

I'm on a Balcony alone. I'm looking down at all the clothes I am wearing and find myself getting really self-critical. I realize that I haven't shaved in four or five days and I start thinking about how unattractive that must look, and how stupid I am for not just getting it done. I start taking off my pants and realize that I have three pairs of pants on. The outer layer is a blue pair of sweatpants that says "Harvard" down the left leg. Underneath these pants I have my gym shorts, which I wore to sleep tonight. And underneath that I have some under armour to keep me warm. Interestingly, this mocks the amount of pants I was wearing around for the past two days in order to stay warm in the 30 degree Boston weather.

HEY EVERYONE HAVEN'T POSTED IN A FEW DAYS HAD A VERY BUSY END OF THE WEEK AND WEEKEND....NOW TO THE GOOD STUFF....LOL......WELL MY LUCIDS THIS WEEKEND WERE EXERCISES TO CONTROL MULTIPLE SURROUNDINGS.....WHAT I DID WAS I CREATE A HIGH RISE I JUMPED OFF NOW INSTEAD OF FLYING I WILL TRY TO CREATE THREE DIFFERENT THINGS IN MY SURROUNDINGS......EXAMPLE I JUMPED OFF, AS I FELL I CHANGED THE OTHER BUILDINGS INTO MOUNTAINS ON BOTH SIDES AND A WATER FALL IN THE MIDDLE.....AND A FORD MUSTANG FALLING IN FRONT OF ME BUT I CHANGED THEM 3 TIMES...I DIDN'T HIT THE GROUND...THAT'S THE TRICK TO KEEP THE FALL GOING COMPLETE CONCENTRATION WHILE CONTROLLING MULTIPLE SURROUNDINGS.....IT'S VERY VERY FUN I WAKE UP REFRESHED GREAT ITS AMAZING...I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR THE PAST 10 YEARS AS YOU GET MORE AND MORE LUCID YOU NEED TO TRY EVEN HARDER THINGS AND EVEN TRAIN YOURSELF WHILE YOUR AWAKE I CAN TEACH THESE TECHNIQUES JUST EMAIL ME ANY TIME.

Lucidity: 6/10
Vividness: 7/10
Length: ~10 Sec.

I told my friend that I would go into a hot chicks house across the street from our house. So I went over there and lied in her bed with her. She looked at me. She was Asian. So then we started having sex, then I woke up. The End.

[SPOILER="Drugs and Sex, Parental guidance strongly suggested"][INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#696969"]19.11.2010[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT]
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]Explicit[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#696969"](Non-lucid)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#696969"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#1E90FF"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#DC143C"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="#696969"][/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]My recall on this one is spotty, and doesn't start at the exact beginning, so bear with me.

[/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]The best way to start it off would be the part where I was with my friend Alex showing him this new form of marijuana cultivation I pioneered that starts with putting a dry bud in water and somehow it ends up multiplying. We were in my backyard [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-It belonged to me in the dream though I'd never seen a place like- [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]which had three fountains perfect for the new technique.

We plant the buds and then, using regularly obtained weed, get high before heading to a bar [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-which is also in "my" house and sort of looked latin as far as architecture went. [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]Eventually these two girls come up to us, one young (about 15 like me), beautiful, dark haired girl who just sat back and didn't say anything, [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-Actually this is one of the few times my dreams have used a face I recognized, the girl is an aquantince of mine though that wasn't who she played in the dream and wasn't exactly how the rest of her body looked-[/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"] and another sexy older woman who had an air about her somewhere between Female-military-official and Experienced-hooker. She asked if I wanted a fun time tomorrow, and I said sure, against Alex's advice, because she looked like someone with honest intentions and a trustworthy character. As it turned out she was. Tomorrow was something along the lines of "Make-a-guy-happy day" or something, and she decided to do it through sexual favors, though her only intention was solely to make guys happy. She didn't even want money, though Alex insisted they always got something out of the deal. I signed in a tiny little agenda notebook and saw a lot of other names on there. The fact that they were essentially hookers got me thinking about disease, but somewhere between being desperate and loving ganja, I happened to forget about it.

The next day my doorbell rang and, much to my surprise, it was the young girl, and not the older, one that was standing there. She never told me her name or, more likely, I just don't remember it after waking up so long ago, but we started talking about ourselves for a while. She said she that this was the first time her mom (the older woman) sent her out for a job and she still wasn't totally comfortable with it. I respected that and told her to just forget about anything sexual, it didn't matter and it's not like I was paying to begin with. So we just talked for a while, showed her my now filled to the brim Marijuana Fountains in my backyard we she mentioned how she smokes, and basically we just hung out for the day. Some time probably around five Alex came to look at the progress with the fountains. We went out there but I stopped him when I saw a guy ride by on a NASA vehicle on the other side of my fence which faced a road [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-In this dream NASA was basically interchangable with any policing group- [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]and he actually rode into part of my fence, knocking it down. But surprisingly enough he just went right on through and ran down my fence on the opposite side too so he could leave (I'm guessing my backyard was just some sort of shortcut he had to take).

Later that night, me and the younger girl went to the bar again, both of us smoking before hand. We had a great time and when we were about to get on a train back to my house [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-though I'm not sure where exactly it went since my house and the bar were the same building just at different times- [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]but out of the blue she kissed me. Obviously I kissed back, and we both got on the train. But then the real shocker hit; the train was totally deserted and we sat in the back where not even the driver could see us, and she started undoing my pants and givving me a hand job. I told her she didn't have to do it just because of what her mother was going to do, but she said that wasn't why. soon it turned into a full blown BJ and she was pretty good considering she claimed to be a virgin. That's as far as it got and we had to say our goodbyes for the night pretty soon after reaching our destination. But then the next day came tradgedy. When I woke up I knew I loved her, and I wanted to see her soon, but when I turned on the TV my heart sank. She'd be hit and killed that night by a speeding car that fled the scene. I was destroyed, but part of the dream reality must've been slipping through because I knew I could bring her back. [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]Unfortunately I was woken up before that could happen.[/COLOR][/INDENT][/SPOILER]

Three dreams last night- one long and vivid, one stress dream, and one short funny dream about my dog. Actually, my dog appears in all three dreams.

In which a rich elderly man is frustrated by his unrequited love for Cameron Diaz...

I'm not actually in this first dream. Sometimes I felt the experience from a third-person observer point of view. Sometimes I was the old man and sometimes I was Cameron Diaz. In the morning, my hubby told me that next time I'm Cameron Diaz, I should wake him up.

Cameron Diaz and a friend are on her private island. (She is Cameron Diaz, but in my dream she is not an actress but an heiress.) They are sitting in beach chairs wearing one-piece 50s style swimsuits and broad-rimmed shades. Between them, a black lab sleeps in the sand. The two women are drinking martinis and facing the sea.

Suddenly a yatch appears and an old man, in his late 70s or early 80s, walks up to the sunbathing women. He is wrinkled and balding but in good health. He's dressed in a white Polo sports shirt and white slacks. He and Cameron know one another from some time in the past. She recognizes him but seems neither pleased nor unhappy to see him.

The old man doesn't mince words. All at once, he asks Cameron Diaz to marry him. She smiles, sips her martini, and declines. It's apparent that they've had this conversation before. She tells him that she doesn't love him. He pleads that he can make her happy. They are perfect for each other- they both love the sea. She prefers it from her island, she argues, while he prefers it from his boat. He flirts and smiles nonchalantly, but inside his heart is breaking. He gets back on his yatch and leaves.

Four years later, Cameron Diaz has had her island repossessed. Something horrible has happened- perhaps a war or a major depression- and she is now a laborer on the island that she once enjoyed. She wears a handkerchief to hold her hair back from her sunburned face while she picks peppers, collecting them in the apron of her hand-made farmer's dress. Her hands are rough, and she thinks of Scarlett O'Hara when she goes to visit Rhett in jail after the war.

The yatch appears again, and the same old man from before disembarks. He's wearing a fine blue suit with a top hat and a monocle. He carries a cane. Seeing Cameron Diaz in her poverty clothes doesn't phase him at all. He drops to one knee in the fruit field and offers her a diamond ring. He tells her that he is a billionaire and can buy back the island for her and make her rich and happy if she will only marry him. He says he loves her now just as before.

Cameron Diaz still declines his proposal. She insists that she can't marry him because she doesn't love him. The old man falls down into the dirt, clutching his heart. Cameron calls for help, and she and her laborer friends carry him into a small hut and put him in bed. There, by candle light, she nurses him back to help. When he is recovered enough to talk, the old man tells Cameron Diaz that he has already purchased the island back from the person who took it from her, and now he will gift it to her with no strings attached. He asks Cameron Diaz why she has always refused to marry him, and she explains again that she just doesn't love him. He asks her why, and she says that she is offended because he never shaves his legs. He pulls back the covers and looks down at his legs: they are my legs only they are very hairy and have many bruises.

The old man has my dog Lucy with him, and Lucy plays with Cameron Diaz's black lab. While the old man recovers in bed, he likes to watch Lucy and the black lab playing out his window. One day, he notices that the black lab has large tumors growing on its back. He worries that Lucy will catch a disease from him. He asks a doctor to check the dog out, and the doctor explains that the lab has ringworm. The old man is relieved because Lucy takes ringworm protection monthly.

In which I walk out to get coffee and end up stressed and left alone...

I walk with my dog Lucy to get some coffee from the local cafe. The cafe keeps moving and I have to walk a few miles just to get the coffee. I get two cups and try to walk back home, but I'm tired and I keep spilling the coffee because my dog keeps pulling on the leash. After a few blocks, I stop at a payphone and call my husband to come get me. He agrees. I keep walking alongside the road. I figure I will see him as he comes towards me. But just as he turns onto the street I'm walking on, an 18 wheeler passes between us and blocks his view of me. He does not see me and keeps driving. I wave at him, but he turns the corner and heads in the direction of the cafe. I try to chase after him, but he is too far down the road.

In which my dog falls into a river but I rescue her...

I’m walking my dog Lucy over a bridge. She starts to chase a fly and runs off the bridge and falls towards the rushing river below. There just happens to be a basket bobbing along at the moment that she falls, and Lucy lands in the basket. I run off the bridge and race along the bank of the river as Lucy floats down it. For a moment I’m hysterical with terror that something is going to happen to her. Then I attain a very fleeting lucidity and realize that this is only a dream and that I would not allow anything bad to happen to Lucy in my dream. There will be a solution.

As I run alongside the river, lucidity lost again, Lucy looks at me with desperate eyes. Her paws are on the rim of the basket. I see another bridge up ahead, and I run fast so that I can get there before she does. I make it just in time. I lean over the side of the bridge with my hands reaching towards the water just as Lucy is rushing underneath. I grab the basket and snatch her out of the water.

I got Lucid -
It was odd, I felt that something was wrong, and I was just standing in my dark house. Then I looked down at my hand and it had 8+ fingers on it! Then I heard Queen Zukin say that being Lucid was knowing you are dreaming. I decided to have some fun.

My dog was looking eagerly at me, I looked at it and it turned into some sort of flying flying creature and flew away. Then I thought "I certainly could use a weapon" And before I knew it I was holding a Kar98K. So now I had a weapon, and I was lucid. What should I do? What about fight zombies? As soon as I thought that I was on some sort of sandy beach looking past dead trees to a full moon, and just them a wolf howl filled the air. I fell back into the eye of the dream as the game began...

It began in some sort of greenhouse. Me and 3-4 friends were holding out against zombies. (I had the Kar98K FTW) Wave after wave of zombies were coming at us, and inbetween every round we could enter some sort of chamber outside of the greenhouse to get money. But if we entered too late, we would be released into the wave of zombies, which I did twice. Then all of a sudden I was alone, and fighting a giant zombie with a flaming head. I kept diving out of his way and shooting him, but he wouldn't die! Then he disappeared and I saw in the corner the words "CONNECTION LOST - ATTEMPTING TO RECONNECT" Then someone said "Where is he? I need to know where he is." and I could choose responses, and I chose "No An'ika, He's nowhere" (No idea what An'ika means)

Pretty sure I had some sort of dream with Queen Zukin. Can't really remember it.

I am walking around the town where I live with my friends. Everything is exactly where it should be; I walked the same route home from the bus stop the day after the dream. It seemed that not even a tree or a house was out of place. But anyway, I was walking to the shops to get soembody a birthday present...i have no idea who that person is, but it was definately someone important; it was imperitive that I get the gift otherwise they'd get pissed off.

I entered Tesco, and the shelves were stacked full of various amounts of things that would make a good gift; chocolates, flowers and assorted bottles of expensive looking alcohol. I think the person was probably female. In retrospect I think it was probably my mum as I it wasn't my girlfriend (she works in Tesco and was therefore in the dream); it also wasn't my sister as I never buy her presents

Before entering the shop my girlfriend comes out and hands me a small-ish suitcase. There is an urgent look on her face. She says something to the effect of 'get out of here you dozy pillock'. This causes me to think that the suitcase might contain somethng valuable.

The next thing I know I'm in Tesco's and I'm looking at the various, assorted bottles of wine. My friend is standing beside me moaning about how long I'm taking. The other two friends who I came to the shop with have inexplicably disappeared.

I somehow arrive outside again. The suitcase is lying underneath the back bumper of someones car right outside the shop. I walk over to check if the seemingly valuable cargo has been damaged in any way. It hasn't been. I decide to open it (although I wans't told not to I feel that I shouldn't). There are three bottles of whiskey inside, held in place by a sort of purple velvetine covering. It certainly didn't look valuable. I thought these would make a good gift.

As I look up away from the case, all of my friends have now disappeared. I begin to walk away from the shop. As I walk I feel that something is approachin in the darkness behind me. I feel that it is not something threatening, rather it is something that I'd rather wait until later to deal with.

I begin to run, I start to run as fast as I can. I begin to pick up immense speeds, leaping and jumping over cars with my fantastically enhanced momentum. Every time that I feel that this speed is becoming harder and harder to maintain, I always find something within me that allows me to go that extra bit faster. I come out of the part of the town that is full of main roads and enter quieter suburban roads and eventually small pedestrian walkways that connect blocks of flats and small groups of houses and public gardens. Nothing is instantly recognisable as it was before. In spite of this, everything is crystal-clear and it all slightly resembles places in my town, although they weren't actual places in my town like they were on my journey to the shops.

The suitcase had disappeared at some point, I'm not quite sure when, but i suspect it was when I began to pick up speed. I then woke up gradually as the world around me began to fade, again, i cannot recall exactly when this was and it didn't feel strange when it did.

The whole experience felt super-real and seemed to connect with a recurring characteristic of my recent dreams that it was a hugely long and drawn-out narrative that always takes twists and turns. This isn't such a good example of that as it was really at the start of this period of enormous dreams that i currently find myself in. If anyone would like to share their views on what they thinnk this all means I would love to hear from you

Non-dream Dream Lucid-Dream


I was in my house, around the living room. I suddenly became lucid. I remembered that I wanted to meet my dream guide. There was a door behind me. I told myself that when I turned around my dream guide would be there. I turn around. I don't see anyone. I walk into the doorway. And somebody pops out! Its a woman a little taller than me in a green dress. Her hair was bright brown. The dress went down too the floor and was 3 different shades of green, brightest green on top, darkest on bottom. She had a polished stick in her hand. I got the impression that it was a wand. I don't know why but I wanted to try that trick that you do to see if what your looking at is an actual living thing or just a projection. I pointed my pinky at her. I was about to say "show me your energy! But I couldn't open my mouth! "Follow me" she said. I walked with her down a long white hallway trying to open my mouth. I was getting really thirsty. We enter a big room with a very tall ceiling. Its really empty except for a bunch of notebooks hanging from the cieling with very long string. They were spaced apart evenly. At this point the dream was really blurry. But she told me to write down what I've seen on one of the notebooks. In other words. She told me to write my dreams while in the dream. I was confused about that but I started writing on the notebook. The dream faded. I can't remember what I wrote.

I don't remember much of what happened here, but I'll relate what I can. I had long LD which lasted 30 mins or so. In this dream I had a FA, and caught it with a RC. This sparked my initial lucidity. I had been reading Madmonkey's journal the night before, and decided to try some of the things he talked about. I tried to make a ball of electricity. It didn't work out too well. I then tried to shoot electric bolts out of my fingers, that worked a lot better. I began shooting at DC's, though I don't remember why. Somewhere later in the dream I decided to look at my hands. I had seven fingers lol. I didn't even need to count the fingers, I just knew instantly that I had seven. At some point, I had another FA, which I also caught, and continued wreaking havoc with my cool dream powers . I also tried to use Mzzkc's Archetype control. This worked out pretty well, I used his example and pulled out a calculator and adjusted the brightness of the dream. Then I pulled out the board which I had decided a month or so ago would control the main aspects of the dream control, clarity, and length. I cranked up the control and clarity, and the dream instantly became clear, not blurry. Also somewhere along in there, I tried to stabilize the dream by rubbing my hands together and feeling my jeans. I don't remember very much of this dream because I was exhausted when I woke up and went back to sleep instead of writing it down. I am super excited about it and will try and wild tonight. I'll make sure I go through all the stabilization stuff before I try to do anything fun. Tonight I'm going to shoot fireballs.

I like to post some of my favorite dreams here, so I decided why not post this one! This is one of my old all-time favorites. :-)

"So this is where you live, little traveler?" Said the man I was with. I was a little embarrassed, but I answered yes. We stood in an empty parking lot. In the middle was a trailer fit for 15+ people.

"I need to run in and grab a shirt," I said. I walked in the small trailer. Scattered around were other T-shirts of my comrades, some passed some still alive. I found mine in one of the many shower stalls (the trailer was really just a large bathroom). I decided to take a quick shower while he waited.

I was bonding with this stranger fast.

The next day I was visiting the city with the man. The city was crowded and seemed like it was from eastern Europe. My phone rang, and I was quickly called into war. With reluctance I said good bye to my new friend as I ran to the shores of the city.

We were to fight this on the beach. The beach had deep blond sand, and beautiful ocean water lapped its shores. We were to take our places before the enemy came. I sat behind a large rock.

We didn't know if the enemy would be coming from the east or from the west. I scanned each horizon carefully. On a large mountain I saw dust rising up, and the sounds of thousands of heavy footsteps echoed in my ears.

I called out their position, and my troop readied itself. I was still safe behind my large rock. My friend crawled up to me and started talking. I told her she needed to take cover with me or else she would be killed. I shuddered when I imagined her dead body.

The fighting started and weapons whizzed through the air, exploding on contact.

During the war, a girl I don't know crawled up to me and started singing a lyrical remix of a song like 'I will Survive' but added to it things about peace and anti-war. She looked drugged.

"Damn woman has lost her mind!" Someone said from behind the crazy lady. She had brown straight hair, and shot her gun at the crazy lady. I was a little disappointed in this, I kind of like crazy people.

The war was nearing the end and I took a look on the battle field. Dead bodies were strewn across the innocent beach staining the sand to shades of red.

As if the war wasn't enough, I heard screams coming from the city. I ran to the city to see people running in every direction. What were they running from?

I quickly found out. There were policemen blocking off certain streets or escape ways, and they were not the 'good' policemen.

I ran with the people for a few minutes when I realized that I did not know where my new acquaintance was! Was he dead or alive?

I ascended a flight of black metal stairs with a group of other people. The mesh stairs led to a dark tunnel where we were momentarily trapped.

In the tunnel was a railroad track. A small single car train was passing through. As it came to the end of the tunnel it slowed to a halt. There was somebody in the train car bending the metal slowly...Suddenly, gun fire filled the scene as the man broke free of the restraints of the train. He was the Anti-Christ.

I was pretty pissed off now, hadn't I put him in his place last time? I followed the little bastard to a school. It wasn't hard; he reeked with negative energy. He immediately broke out into fight with the teachers, killing and acting with violence towards anyone who got in his way.

I had some back up. He looked a little older than me and had short pale blond hair with a gray hoodie on. I attacked the Anti but he retaliated and pushed me onto the floor.

He did NOT just push me into the floor! I ran into the classroom and hid behind the door. Inside the classroom was a lone teacher hiding under the desk. I picked up one of the metal desks and waited behind the door.

My partner in crime opened the door, and I almost hit him with the desk! He got the clue, and went back into the hallway where the massacre was taking place. The Anti was next to open the door to the classroom, and I wasted no time in bashing the desk into his brains. He fell to the ground, but I wasn't going to believe him to be dead yet.

I hit him one more time with the desk, and took out a knife. I pushed the knife into his stomach until blood gushed out. I separated ribs from each other and slit the throat while continuing to dismember the body. With a final blow, I shoved the knife into his heart.

I began picking up the body parts, and putting the chunks into a small jar.

My phone rang. At first I feared that it would be the Anti about to threaten me, but when I answered the phone I discovered that a friend that I barely knew was calling me. I knew him from online, and we rarely ever talked.

"You ok?" He said.

"No? Do you THINK I'm ok?" I said through tears and frustration. He said something else, then hung up on me. I raced home with the remains.

I frantically plugged in the hot glue gun. I kept seeing bright, completely blinding, flashes of light. With each flash of light came a moment of total confusion until I could regain the sense of where I was. I had little time to finish this up.

I glued together the seals of the jar. I would not let what happened last time happen again. I wrote in heavy ink, "DO NOT OPEN."

I left the jar in a lonely place undiscovered.


So, in short, i was fighting a bad man and got so mad that i hit him over the head with a desk then stabbed him about 37 times, dismembered his body and then put the chunks of him in a jar and super glued it shut. I'm totally sane.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

Good morning! Haven't posted any dreams for like a week. It's because I haven't had any. But that changed this morning! Got my "Lucid Dreamer" pills during the week, and I decided to try one out during a WBTB this morning. It was amazing! I had a total of 13 dreams (including 4 fragments). Here's what I dreamt:

11.30: Bedtime

5.15: 40 minutes WBTB, 4 mg Galantamine + 200 mg Choline

6.30: Shelf in the middle of the road
I'm looking up at this huge computer table, shelf thingy. It's standing in the middle of the road, next to a huge crane. I can tell it's broken and I decide to climb it and fix it. It takes a very long time to fix it and I almost fall a couple of times. When I'm done, a large truck appears. It slams into the sidewalk and it stops. The guys on the truck inspects the concrete cargo for a few seconds, then drive off again.

6.30: Work
Björn is playing with the sand. He lets this basket filled with it, pour it on him. He laugh as he's being half buried. I run up to it when he's done and hold on to the bag attached to it. Ofcourse the bag breaks. Peter is there aswell. "There is no more work to be done anywhere!" he exclaims.

6.30: Eric's got a shabby house
I'm at my friend Eric's house. It looks kinda weird, with two new really shabby sofas. There's dirt and shit in them, and I see two people I don't recognise. My shoes are gone and I search the house for them. I find one of them, but the other one is totally gone. G's cat "Smulan" walks up to me and I scratch her some. After a while of searching I finally find the last shoe, and the shoelace has been stolen by some other cats. I take it back and leave.

6.30: The FA MILD
I'm sitting at a table at work, and my boss is next to me. He's impersonating some kind of chipmunk or something and is making this weird sucking sound while sticking his teeth out. "Damn his front teeth are crooked" I think and give him a big fake smile. I repeat what he just did and for some reason, I start to question my surroundings. "Then... This must be a dream!" I say. Everything starts to fade right away. "No no no! Gotta focus" I tell myself and can only see the silhouette of him. I hold this image for a few seconds before everything goes grey/black.

I can't make out anything but grey and black patterns. I start to feel my arms and hands, and they're twisting. Like I'm having muscle spasms. It feels very uncomfortable but I recognise the feeling. I know I've felt this before, and I also know it's just a trick by my mind. I lie completely still and try to get back into the dream. I give up and decide to wake up. "Why do you have to sleep on my spot next to the wall?" Monica asks me. I can tell I've rolled over in my sleep. "Sorry babe" I say and we get up and go towards the bathroom. We talk some while Monica's taking a piss. I wake up for real.

7.40: Doppelganger
I'm walking through the newly built mall in my home town. Monica is with me and we spot a nice looking restaurant and enter. It's some kind of pizza place, only alot more expensive. Suddenly I get a phonecall from someone. It's someone who sounds just like me, and claims to be me. I also get this large envelope from somewhere. I open it and find a large map of town. I can see the roads have been painted either red, orange or grey. Apparently this is where I've been driving too fast with my dad's car. I look at it for a while and I get really angry. "Wtf is this shit? I haven't even driven that car in months" Suddenly someone's banging the glass. I look up and see myself holding a phone. "Is that you?" I ask. He tells me it is. I walk up to the glass and hold the map so he can see it. "See this? What is this?" Some other people are with the other me. And all of them has a strange feeling about them.

7.40: Fragment
*My brother Morgan has been sleeping in my bed instead of Monica. I think we just had a LAN or something...

9.30: Party Movie
I'm watching a movie my brother has compiled. It's different kinds of clips from all the parties he and his friends have had. There is some really crazy shit on there. One of his friends are dry humping everyone and there is a long haired guy I recognise. "Hey, what happened to that guy?" I ask. Martin tells me something I can't remember. We continue watching the movie. I spot the long haired guy again, and once again I recognise him. I ask Martin who he is once more, but again I don't get a decent answer.

9.30: Babysitting a haunted girl
I'm on a bus in the middle of nowhere, going to this local pub. The text-light is broken and I have no idea where I am since it's so dark outside. I spot a guy playing a Monopoly game on his laptop. It's about skyscrapers instead of normal buildings. I get off the bus, and the dream changes. I'm now standing outside of this old school house in the middle of the country. Apparently I'm this kind of babysitter for a small girl who's around ten years old. The whole dream is really fucked up, and I'm kind of watching a movie again. A ghost is throwing shit around her room and scares the crap out of the little girl. I see some kind of black, child like shadow position itself over the girl, and morphs itself with her.

9.30: Boat trouble
I'm on a boat with Monica and my brother Martin. We're fishing and Monica catches a nice fish. It's very sunny and hot out, and we're just having a good time. My dad has left the boat recently to get some stuff in town. Martin gets a call from him and he tells us we have to wait there for a few weeks. "Hell no. I ain't waiting for a few weeks" I say and we all decide to get out of there on our own. Two other boats go past us and the people on them wave. We go through the narrow gap they came from, and Martin must be drunk or something. He sucks at steering and even though you have to be on the left side of small white sticks sticking up from the water. He just runs over them. "Watch it! They tell us where it's too shallow!" I yell at him. Suddenly we run over some rocks. A large scratch is made in the boat, and some water is coming in. Luckily not enough for it to sink. We continue on down the canal and suddenly it stops. We slide up on land a few meters. I bring out a map and notice that we've been going the wrong way. There's nothing but desert this way.

11.00: Foursome
I'm with two other girls and we're about to have a foursome with a fourth person in the next room. I feel like I need to take a piss and I tell them to wait for me while walking into the bathroom. The toilet is totally clogged up, and there's a towel in there. I decide to take a piss outside instead. "Don't worry, the house is just twenty years old, who cares right?" they say from inside the house. It's raining hard outside and I stand just outside of the door. I pee against the wall and put my leg up so my penis remains hidden from people at the other house. Luckily there is no one there. Unluckily, I don't get laid...

11.00: Fragments
*A black guy is going to have sex with a girl. His penis is like 70 cm tall. She sits down on it and goes to town!

*I'm watching a "Guardian" getting killed by a "Fade" (Wheel of Times character). He's being hold by his throat and I'm wondering why he just don't stab it in the eye sockets.

*Monica buys more roses for herself.

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Food before bed: 2 x Omega-3
WBTB food: 1 x Lucid Dreamer (4 mg Galantamine + 200 mg Choline)

That's it! Was a very cool night, with alot of dreams. Broke my previous record of 9 dreams, with 4 more! I even had 3-4 dreams which I didn't recall. I got a memory of telling myself I had 3 more short lucids, but I didn't write them down, so I forgot them when I had a few more dreams... Galantamine + Choline seems to be enhancing dream recall ALOT. And I will try it a few more times before saying anything about the lucidity they give.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

In which my husband and my fear of time paradox interrupt my date with Tom Waits...

I’m standing on a street corner, well dressed for the fall in knee-high leather boots, a woolen skirt and a sweater with my hair curled pin-up style. I’m waiting for my date to pick me up.

A maroon 1970 Oldsmobile Cutlass with a cream colored canvass retractable roof pulls up beside me. I open the passenger door and look down the long vinyl front seat to the driver who is crouched over the steering wheel like a vulture. He’s wearing black jeans and is turning to look at me from beneath a bowler hat. It’s a young Tom Waits.

“Are you C--?” he asks.

“That’s me,” and I slide in, shutting the door behind me. He’s excited as he drives and says we’re going to a restaurant he knows that is unique. I’m a little star-struck but also confused.

“Don’t you have a wife, Tom?” I ask, thinking of his famously successful marriage to Kathleen Brennan.

“Not yet,” he answers. “It’s only 1978.” Ah, of course. I’ve time-traveled again. This must mean that I’m dreaming. I gain lucidity for a moment, but then I get lost in the implications of time-paradoxes. I start to worry that if I alter the course of historical events so that Tom and Kathleen don’t marry, then I could wake up to a world without Swordfishtrombones and Mule Variations. Dinner with Tom Waits isn’t worth that risk.

Just as I’m about to protest, he parks the car and we get out to walk around a field of giant tulips. Butterflies fly around above our heads and then swoop down to circle us. The tulips are easily eight feet tall, and Tom Waits explains that the flowers grow so high here because the sun is closer to the earth at this spot. I look up in the sky and see that the sun is a massively huge yellow and orange swirl. Its spiraling rays seem to touch the ground. We start walking along a path towards a tower in the distance that is a mosaic of pieces of colorful glass bottles, marbles and bicycle rims. Its windows are stained glass like a cathedral.

“That’s the restaurant,” Tom tells me. He starts to tell me the history of the tulip park, how it was discovered and how the restaurant owners grow all their own food here. He’s very excited about all this and keeps stopping along the path to point at something or wave his arms around, caught up in his narrative. I’m delighted.

But then my husband suddenly appears. He is surprised to see me here. I introduce him to Tom Waits. Both men are polite to one another but obviously it is awkward. My husband looks at me, puzzled and a little hurt. I feel guilty, but my immediate concern is how to save face. After some platitudes, my husband says he’ll be on his way. Tom politely asks if he’d like to join us for dinner, and my husband accepts.

We continue our stroll towards the restaurant as a trio, but it is obvious that Tom Waits is feeling awkward and confused. The moment is ruined. I feel deeply embarrassed. I ask Tom to excuse us for a minute and I step aside with my husband. I consider the problem. I want to complete the date, but I also want to protect my happy marriage. Trying to think of a solution, I realize again that I’m dreaming. Armed with this lucidity, I tell me husband to leave. He looks sad, but I explain that I will not feel guilty about it because it is only a dream. My husband turns around to walk down the path away from us. I continue on with Tom Waits, but I’m not having fun anymore and the lucidity is lost once again.

Tom and I walk in awkward silence for a little while, and I realize that he is only being polite now. He no longer has any real interest in taking me to the restaurant. Also, I’m worried that I’ve damaged my marriage. So I tell Tom that it was not meant to be- too many time paradoxes and spouses to carry on. He agrees, relieved that he doesn’t have to go through the charade of taking me to the restaurant. And I run down the path after my husband.

20.11.2010

Wanted... Dead or Alive (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a few DILDs thoughout the night. As is always the case with dreams in the middle of the night, the lucidity wasn't quite top-notch. I was easily distracted several times, and made slightly strange decisions.

Early on in the night, I was having a dream where I was on a beach. It was a dark evening, and the sand was gravelly. There were quite a lot of people around, fishing from the shore. I stood beside a strange man who had a black walkie-talkie as bait on the end of his line. I thought this was strange, even more so when I saw his bucket full of walkie talkies. I didn't bother asking him what he was doing, and sat down in the sand. The waves were quite unpredictable. It was windy, so there were big ones and small ones, with a lot of spray. Then a larger wave washed right over me, soaking my lower body. I was wearing my jeans, and my phone was in my pocket, as always. I had a moment where I panicked, then thought,
"Where have I seen this before? Only in dreams." I looked around at this scenario with puzzlement. The guy beside me had spilled his bucket and the walkie-talkies were floating away. But he was encouraging them, as if they were baby turtles trying to get out to sea. Ignoring this, I stood up and jumped into the air. I flew off over the top of the sand dunes, but saw that they went on as far as I could see. There were mountains on the horizon, so I decided to make for them. Flying was slow at first, and I tried various methods of speeding myself up. Tensing myself and scowling didn't make much difference, and I was slightly afraid of waking myself up with the exertion, so I tried something else. I remembered from a dream a few months back that I could fly faster if I imagined a force pushing me from behind. It worked, but slowly. It took a while to build up any real speed, but I kept getting faster, which was what I wanted.



The mountain range was vast. It looked like I could be in Tibet or something. There was a temple-like structure on each of the peaks, but one was larger than the rest. This was the one I went for. Flying over the tops of the mountains was difficult. I had to keep landing for a few seconds and get a running jump to fly to the next one. I felt like I had reached my maximum altitude. It had become a beautiful sunny day, and for some reason I felt like singing. The first song that came to me was Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. I sang the entire song word for word, and noted that my singing voice was far better than in real life. After that came I'm the only gay Eskimo by Corky and the Juice Pigs. I don't know why, it was just the next song that came to me. Anway, I landed at last on the balcony of the huge temple. Its roof was painted red, and all the walls seemed to be made of wicker. I stepped inside a flimsy door and looked inside. It was much darker inside, and I could see why. It was part strip-club, part casino, and part games arcade. I went inside and lost track of what I was doing after a bit.

There was a short dream segment next which I can't remember too well. I was duelling Voldemort, semi-lucid. I disarmed him and used the body-bind curse on him with his own wand. Then I sped off on a huge bike. It was bad-ass, I wish I could remember more.

I had a false awakening in what I initially assumed to be my own bed. Turned out it was in the middle of a street. My friend Hugh was standing in the road with an electric guitar. He said,
"I am Bon Jovi." This was too weird, there was no point in reality-checking.
"Play Dead or Alive!" I shouted to him. I suddenly realised I couldn't remember off the top of my head how Dead or Alive began, but hoped that it was stored in my memory somewhere, so my subconscious could play it. It started perfectly, and I sang the vocals from my bed. As the song continued, I got up and walked aimlessly down the street. A fat woman approached me. She asked if I would lift her car onto the pavement, as she couldn't park it properly. It was a weird request, but I obliged. Just for a laugh, I stretched in preparation and cracked all the joints in my spine. The car was more of a small bus, but it felt very light. I dropped it down on the pavement. The fat woman handed me a bottle of some kind of alcopop as a reward. I shrugged and drank some of it. It was red, but blueberry flavour. Some kind of thrash metal started playing in the background, as I wandered into a shop. There was a booze section, so I made straight for the Smirnoff vodka. Out of dream-excess, I snapped the neck off the bottle and took a huge swig. It was just as nasty as real life. Nail polish-remover. I coughed a bit, and woke up.

In which I'm an epic bad guy...

The first was some sort of epic fantasy type dream. I can't remember much about it except that it involved battles and tricksters. I got the feeling that I was the bad guy.

In which I'm too ethical to snoop...
The second was that I opened by email only to find that my account had been swapped with my husband's cousin HC. At first I was alarmed that someone else must have my account. Then I realized that there was nothing personal or important in my email anyway. So I decided to snoop around in HC's email account. After about a minute of this, I started to feel guilty and logged out. I called him up and told him about it. This was a very boring dream, but I thought that maybe the emotions in it might be linked to the first. In the first dream, I was some sort of bad guy. In the second dream, I first got alarmed when I thought someone else might be reading my emails then realized I don't have anything to hide. I start to snoop and then correct myself like a good girlscout. So I just wondered if the two were related, emotionally anyway.

In which my father and I are in a jail cell with some thugs and my high school boyfriend...

My father and I were arrested. Apparently we'd done something stupid and illegal while drunk, but this took place before the dream plot started so I never knew what it was. The dream starts with us sitting in a holding cell. It's a wide cell like in old Western movies. There are iron bars on one side with a brick wall exactly opposite. The two short sides connecting the bars to the brick wall each have a small wooden bench. We are drunkards, snoozing on the benches. The bars slide open with a loud noise and we wake up, hung-over. We ask the cop if he is going to let us out, but he ignores us as he pushes in three other men. One is a chubby guy with curly hair. One is short and lanky. The third one, I can't see. The chubby guy sits down on the bench next to me, the lanky guy sits next to him and the third guy sits in a shadowed corner on the bench by my dad.

We've never been in jail before so we aren't sure how to talk to new cell mates. I ask what they are in for. They explain that they've beaten someone up and leer at us menacingly. I'm not afraid of them as we are in a jail cell and there are police officers all around. They give us the details of how they jumped a guy and beat and kicked him until he spat blood, broke his ribs and his teeth fell out. They think it is funny. This makes me feel really sad, down deep in my gut- the way I feel when I hear about serial killers or people who torture animals. It's sort of a sick hopelessness. I decide to ignore them and think about something else just to avoid how horrible I feel when I think about their victim. To distract myself, I start looking at the cops who are processing some more people- standing them in front of the camera for the mugshot and taking their fingerprints. I think to myself that I must've been really drunk when I got arrested because I can't remember any of that. With a shock, I notice that one of the new people the police are processing is my ex-boyfriend from high school- a guy I have not seen or thought about for years. We make eye-contact: me behind the bars and him standing for his mugshot. I look away fast and try to pretend that I didn't see him.

Meanwhile my father is telling the violent trio about how if they don't just shut up right now, he will beat each of them until their teeth fall out. They laugh at him and he laughs too, but his laugh is so crazy that it makes them get quiet. Then he stands up and in a maniacal way starts to act out and describe exactly how he will beat them up if they persist in talking about their victim. My father is not a violent guy and I've never seen him fight anyone, so I was really surprised to see this. He told them, "First I'll attack you, Big Curly Man" and then he explained how he'd jump the guy so fast that he wouldn't know what was coming and he'd be kicking in his skull by the time his friends tried to intervene. Then he'd impale the "Creepy Guy" with a piece of pipe he'd found in the cell and squish the "Little Fellow" with his free fist. By the time he'd finished acting this out, all the while shouting and laughing hysterically, the trio were silent. Nobody knew what to think of the display.

The cops pulled open the bars a second time and pushed in my high school boyfriend along with another guy who I didn't get a good look at. My high school boyfriend is a loser and an odd-looking guy, but I have a soft spot for him even though he is a creep. It might be pity. He looked terrible- dirty and haggard with rough skin and wild hair. He obviously hadn't shaved in days. I glanced at my father to see that he did recognize him. At first, my ex just pretended that he didn't recognize me, and I thought that was nice of him. He was giving me the opportunity to ignore him. But I decided to be mature and civil, so I stuck out my hand and shook his and told him that it was really weird to see him here. He agreed and lit a cigarette. I thought that it was really bad for him that he is still smoking since he has asthma, but I didn't say that. He looked sickly and coughed. I have asthma too so I asked him not to light up in the cell. It was a small space and if he smoked, it would make it difficult for me to breathe. Besides, I was pretty sure it was against the rules. He complied and put out his cigarette, but the member of the trio in the corner lit one up almost immediately afterwards as a sign of juvenille defiance. I rolled my eyes and went to stand by the bars to breathe the fresh air. I was going to let it go, but my dad stood up and walked towards him, snatched the cigarette out of his mouth and then stomped it out with his boot. The shadow guy said nothing.

Then the police came over to say that my husband had bailed us out. Things get fuzzy after this. We left the cell and had some discussion about what we had done in our drunken state the night before. We'd have to appear in court. I can't remember this part, but I remember feeling like it was something really stupid and dangerous though not harmful to anyone. My father went home, and my husband and I went to my mom's house. She was having some sort of party and asked us to help her curl the ribbons on the balloons using scissors. We sat on high stools at a tall round table that was full of craft supplies in a room that looked like a school workroom with lots of cabinets. There were a lot of people there, but I couldn't identify any of them. We worked at the ribbon curling and I told the story of what I did while drunk and how I got arrested. People were amused but also disapproved. I can't remember the rest very well- there was more after that but I don't remember it.

Taken with the other two dreams below, there is an obvious emotional link between them all. In all the dreams, I've done something wrong. In this one, I broke a law. In the boring one, I did something unethical. In the mostly forgotten one, I'm a bad guy in a battle.

I entered my dream in the city where I wanted to talking with my brother, we were on top of a high rise waiting for a chopper, I used my gateway to become lucid but to make sure I was I jumped off the building, I dropped fast as I fell I pushed harder to drop faster, before I hit the ground I flew, I flew hard and fast.
Since I learned how to fly in my dreams I try and push it harder and faster every time, I flew back up to the top of the helipad….lol…..my brother asked what was that?....we walked back down the stairs, I asked him if he were going to come we my friend Luis and I and get some drinks Luis was waiting for us on the 7 floor he said no…..for some reason I was dropping out of lucid so I started spinning to re enforce my surrounding but of course everything changed…..so I said ok let’s have fun I turned it into a military assult….my wife and I had to defend my home, I made it a little too challenging ….lol….my wife was killed…..so I had to defend the house myself…it was very fun I lifted a huge chunk of earth with my mind and eliminated about 60 soldiers……I opened the earth swallowing a huge armored assault ….
If I continued it would be a book…lol…I did have to spin a few time to re-enforce my lucid dream and this did change my surrounding a bit but more to what I wanted it to look like…and all 3 times that I did the spinning I performed a reality check…..i have been fooled before…lol..

This is my first dream journal post enjoy