nightmare

I remember as far back as being at my elementary school playground, It was me and 3 other boys, two blond skater brothers and my somewhat good friend, Max. Our time machine was in the school bathroom, the bathroom was very dirty and had bad lighting, was almost nightmarish like. We were all on an adventure like a movie, we step into the time machine and we wanted to go back way into the past, the time machine was a small cylinder room full of bright buttons and a red lever, I pulled the lever and we went back in time, but we only went back two days.

A small very annoying kid from my class calls us out from the entrance of the bathroom, "hey nerds!" he yells, we walk over to him and I say, "who the hell you calling nerds asshole?" He kept calling us nerds and I got angry, I thought about punching him but he was very small and I knew I shouldn't, then Max started beating him up, we just watched, he punched him hard in the mouth and the stomach repeatedly and wailed on him to a pulp, blood was all over the walls and we felt no remorse. I remember walking by his mangled twitching body on the ground, I think he was dead, but not sure, his arms and legs were broken and twisted, his face swollen red, and he had many missing teeth. We walk outside, everything seems normal, one of the brothers runs out to the playground while Max wandered off, I stood at the entrance of the bathroom, then I hear yelling at the playground, the brother at the playground pissed off a very large gang of school kids. I tell the brother next to me to find the others and get back to the time machine while I go back and fire up the time machine. Max runs back and gets in the time machine, the brothers are running with a angry mob behind them, we were about to time travel back to present day and they jump into the time machine just barely making it.

Now present day we step out, and the angry mob is waiting for us, they pick who wants to beat up who, I'm taken into a stall where I fight a very large kid from my school, he was about 6'3 and probably weighed at least 250 pounds. He slapped me in the head and what was interesting about this was I felt pain, real physical pain in a dream. I then woke up. I performed a DEILD I then went back into the dream watching my old dream reform right before my eyes and next thing I knew I was back in my dream. I explored my old elementary school playground, it was an exact replica it seemed. I found a basketball and started playing, around this time I lost lucidity.

#414 - 8:44AM - DILD

WBTB 3:30AM 8mg Galantamine/400mg choline, 400mg DMAE
This one didn't go so well, but I was lucky enough to pull off one LD late in the morning purely out of desperation.

I am trying to enter my email login on my phone to see an important email from my mortgage broker. Nothing I type comes out right so I look for my laptop. I have an false awaking and become slightly lucid. I think how typical the previous dream was for electronics failure.
Next I notice SW from work in bed with us. I know it's not real, but I am snuggled against him and I find it mildly humorous. I push him away and initiate sex with my wife by actively summoning and creating the sensation. Several odd thoughts race through my mind as we do it for a few moments.
I am now in a classroom in a chair with a trash can between my feet.

Spoiler for EXPLICIT:

Spoiler for NO REALLY I MEAN IT:

Spoiler for I WARNED YOU:

I notice that have my pants down and I am scooted up on the edge of the seat and sort of hunched forward like I am on the toilet. I realize that I am making slight humping motions so I look down. I see my erect penis with a long string of cum slowly dripping off the tip.

Shocked at my nakedness and sexual nature, I wonder how my dream would cause me to literally end up like this. I look up and see an and old woman that is an ex-coworker (dead) looking at me sort of curious as well as shocked. I quickly pull my shirt down to cover myself. I feel disoriented and confused. I wonder how I could have had such an obvious sex dream in public. I realize that I am in a room pf coworkers both past and present and if feel embarrassed and devastated that this is happening. I'll never live it down. My life is ruined. I pull my shorts up not really getting my underwear and they king bunch down low, but I don't care as long as I am covered. I feel so sleepy and I rub my face and sigh heavy trying to get my bearings. I still can't believe this has happened. I don't even know how I fell asleep. I try to ignore everyone around me as I deal with this trauma; I just want a way out. I begin to hope that by some miracle of divine magic that I am in a dream. Maybe... I do a nose plug out of desperation and am completely delighted and surprised to blow through. I giggle and the feeling of hopeless despair rolls off me dropping like a lead weight. Forgetting about any nakedness, I stand up and walk over to a group of people talking. I think how I am highly lucid as I playfully push V (fired IWL) over and say I relief, "This is all a dream." V falls out of sight and I smile at everyone feeling triumphant and gleeful. Before I can do much else, the dream quickly collapses and I wake up.

I had another LD much earlier in the night but I cant recall much so I'm counting. Basically, I was running from some enemy when I became lucid and played with a gun. I wanted a shoot out so I blind summoned a rifle. I goes off against a glass but only scorching it. In some burned out building someones head peaked up outside a window. I fire off a shot, but the dream fades out.

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Dream 1 - I got kidnapped (happened 2 nights ago)
I'm in a homely bar or something, and a person who is doubling as a friend of mine walks in and is pretending to be him but I know he isn't... (the face of the person looks like no one I know). I can't make him mad or something though, so I have to pretend he is my friend, I help him connect to the internet on a laptop in the bar as I believe his intentions are to steal some stuff if he doesn't get what he wants. He ends up kidnapping me instead, because he thinks I'll be more valuable and can help him get what he wants. We're now on an island similar to Master Yoshi's home island on Dragonball Z, the water is blue and there are tropical trees and a small white house. I have to pretend to be his friend still, I know that the only way I can get off the island is if my real friends save me, which can only happen at a certain time due to the ocean currents changing their flow temporarily for 1 day... This leaves a very small window of opportunity. I remember finding something that I can use to get in contact with my friends, I rush through typing something out to them and then throw it as far as I can into the ocean before the 'fake' sees what I've done. He shows up and says something like "Oh wow you've done a number on that one", and is holding the broken thing I threw. I'm hiding my anticipation for escaping the island, I know that I've been on the island for something like 180 days and that the ocean currents are about to change. For some reason I think there is a sunset and it meant that my friends missed the window of opportunity, but they only just manage to make it to me and the next thing I know there is a train track around the house that the fake is trying to escape on, we've become the trains from that thomas the tank engine kids show (this part only lasted like 20 seconds), the driver is the fake friend and is trying to escape but I pull him out and throw him on the ground, he smashes like a lego piece and can't move because his arms and legs have fallen off. Me and my friends turn to leave now, as we leave I turn around again to find the fake sailing away on the grass on a miniature sail raft thing (He has arms and legs now and looks like a super tiny pirate).. the scenery is different too, it's more like the outside of my parents house in the yard. My memory connects him to the bar at the start where he apparently had put up these posters to draw attention (it doesn't make sense at all). He sails away on the grass into the bush so I run and catch him, I throw him off and show him the poster, "This is what started it all aye, not so proud now huh" I toss him aside and the day is won. Me and my friends head back to the bar now, there is a big celebration and party, the bar is quite cosy with dark brown wooden walls and lots of people. The focus is on these 2 people playing darts, a guy and a girl. The guy is known to be really good and the girl is an unknown, she gets up and challenges him. She has long dark brown curly hair, brown eyes and tanned skin. She turns out to be really good at darts and wins and everyone is cheering her on... And that's the end of my random dream O_O.

Dream 2 - Car crash (happened last night)
*Nightmare*
All I remember from this dream is that me, my girlfriend and my daughter were in a ute, my girlfriend was driving and we were in a forested suburban area. We seemed to be coming back from my field trip (of which they weren't a part of irl) where I had just taken a lot of strike and dip measurements for the regional geology. She drove up to a stop point and stopped, but as the way was clear and she started to drive on she suddenly stared blankly off to the distance with a glazed over look... She kept on driving and I had begun to shout something like "road road road!" or "turn turn turn".. something panicked and unsettled because we were heading straight for a wall and she was completely spaced out. I could only think of my daughter getting hurt and how scared I was, then we slammed into a cobblestone wall and I woke up.

Had to post these pretty late so details are missing and there aren't many dreams, I've been working in the field for the past 4 days away from home so I haven't had internet.

There are spiders using telekinesis type powers to propel themselves rapidly around my house, stringing strong webs as they go. I chase after them, trying to clean the webs away and close doors to keep the spiders out of the other rooms in the house. One spider in particular is really loud, and is yelling to the other spiders. He's giving a sales pitch, talking about how he has found some high quality katana swords in several colors, he has blue, candy red, and black right now, starting at $1800. They sound cool, but I don't trust the spider.

I turn a corner and find myself in a coffee shop, cornered by a salesman and woman, trying to sell me their book that tells how to make thousands of dollars a day from home. I know that crap is all a scam, so I get up to leave, but am blocked in by several tables and chairs, stuck in the corner. I squeeze by, and the salesman makes an offer for me. If I buy the book for $45, he guarantees I'll get $500 today, and if not, I can return the book for a full refund. In the stupor of the dreamworld, I accept his crazy offer and pay him the $45.

I wake up briefly and notice that infomercials are on TV, so I turn the TV off and go back to sleep.

Non-Lucid
Actual Waking
False Awakening
Lucid

I left work early today and took a nap before my guitar lesson. I slept from 2:30pm to 3:58p, waking myself up two minutes before my alarm. I spent 10 minutes after that just laying there, waiting for the world to feel less strange and my blood to stop pounding in my ears. I had...11 short dreams? I can't decide if I like the false awakenings because they allow me to practice lucid skills, or if I hate them because they're creepy. And I never have one.

_____I'm in my room, it looks just as it should, but I can hear music playing somewhere in the house. When I turn over to listen, there's a deepening of sorts and I realize that there can't be music playing because I'm home alone. I see movement out of the corner of my eye, through the open door and it startles me into a lighter layer of dreaming. I'm confused, thinking I'm awake. I can't find my phone to check the time, it feels like I've been asleep for hours...
________I find myself out in the cul-de-sac. I take the sidewalk, walking along the curve, the image dims and intermittently is replaced with darkness, I know I'm close to waking and try to stabilize the dream. I once told myself that I should keep moving to give my brain something to work at, if I stop then the images stop and I'll wake up. I don't follow my own advice, and close my eyes to concentrate. It doesn't work.
_____I hear music again.
_____I'm pulled back under and when I leave my duplex, my control is steadfast. The world is bright and it's warm outside. I cross the street, curious about the open door in the duplex on the other side. I try to ignore the creepy man in a black fedora and trench coat eyeing me from one of the inside-curve driveways. He disapproves of my actions. I smile at him and continue on.
Going into the other house supplies a new storyline for me to walk. [B]Immediately inside there is a set of raw-wood riser-less stairs leading to the upper level. There are young girls everywhere, showing up for a party. I know I'm not invited, the two girls are best friends and they're popular, I'm not. I feel a spike of shame for inviting myself, but continue up the stairs. I can see them on the upper level, one is blond with blue eyes, the other has brown-black hair. They look familiar but I can't figure out why. I don't want them to see me, I'm certain they'll be mean. There are other girls everywhere participating in different activities. A smaller girl storms up the stairs, surprising me. I stand there, unsure what to do. Worse, the Birthday Girls appear, and tell the smaller girl they want to play a trust game. She's enthusiastic about participating. The game is stand on a higher step and lean back onto the hands of someone lower down. Then you walk up the stairs that way. Their eyes meet mine only for a moment and I'm so worried about what they'll do. I get out of the way for the blond to push the smaller girl up the stairs, but trip and fall backward. The brunette catches me and walks me up the stairs, giggling. I start laughing too, relieved that they have decided to be kind.
_____Drawn back to my room, there are other people in the house. I consider them family but they aren't people I know. There's a tall man with black hair and a bushy beard, an older man with steel grey hair pulled back into a tail, and two women. I don't recall much about this one. I realize they shouldn't be here and decide to go outside. This time I turn left, I see a cheetah running through the neighborhood and I can tell people are afraid of it, so I tell it to run away. It starts to but, I change my mind. It would be fun to run with a cheetah, I think. So I yell for it to come back, then immediately regret commanding it to do anything. I would rather it had chosen to be at my side.
_____I desperately try to check the time but my phone isn't working right. I'm at it for a while before I realize I'm still dreaming. I attempt to still my panicked heart and instead close my eyes, focusing my mind back and down. I open my eyes when I hear music. The song has clapping at the beginning. The room is...different. I'm laying not on the bed, but on a green chaise lounge set very close to the floor. The curtains are open now making the room very bright. The bed is under the window, the foot of it very close to the open door. I realize it isn't a song playing, but a man singing. The familiarity of his voice draws my eyes to the doorway, he's coming down the hall. He will be here soon. Liam.
Saja lays on the bed dressed how I often see her when I become her in my dreams, in an ivory ankle-length shift. She isn't resting, but she isn't awake either. She's paralyzed. I see her briefly from above, her head tilted back, lips parted, eyes slightly open but rolled up. She has one arm pinned to her chest like she's suffered a stroke. Liam appears in the doorway, just like I remember him, though he actually seems...happy. He's singing a song to Saja, I know it's a message, to correct the awful thing he said to me before, about wishing I/she had died with the others. The lyrics: "I'm here with my beautiful wife, in our wonderful life together." Liam is carrying a tray with tea and a bowl of water with a washcloth on rim. His eyes shift briefly to me before alighting on Saja.
"Are you Walking again, dear?" It indicates he's aware of my presence. Meaning that I have dreamwalked to this scene, and I am myself and Saja as well.
It is difficult to move, my mouth feels so stiff. I groan a reply, loathing the spit that runs from the corner of my mouth. "Noooooo." I manage to sound playful in my denial, slightly sarcastic. I don't want him to scold me for dreamwalking here to see him. He smiles down at her contorted form, one knee is bent, her right foot is up by her hip. He sets the tray down and draws her body out straight, covering her with a blanket, she's broken into a cold sweat. He takes the damp cloth and gently wipes the corner of her mouth, humming to her all the while.
____The previous scene slips away and I am back in bed. I know I'm still dreaming because everything feels heavy...and also because one of my friends from work is sitting by the bed using my nightstand as a table, her back to the wall. She is writing on a yellow legal pad, I can only make out one section that is all X's and 0's, but she pressed down so hard on the paper, obviously in a state of distress. I'm not sure she knows I'm there yet I'm certain I can comfort her anyway. I stroke her hair and tell her it will be alright.
"You're right, you're right. M's the dead one. I'm still here." She says, referring to her husband who passed away a few years ago. I continue soothing her. Eventually she pivots to look at me, becoming an old woman with her white hair back in a short ponytail.
She begins to tell me about what will happen next, but in the past tense like she's lived through it herself and wants to spare me the confusion. "Then the storm swept in from the sea. Everything changed after it obliterated New York City...and he arrived. The_____." I lean closer to hear her better but it doesn't help. I don't understand a single word she says to me, it's all gibberish.
"Wait, I can't understand you."
"Of course not, dear. It's here." Her watery eyes fix on something over my shoulder as terror steals over her features.
Very slowly, I turn. Behind me, looking like a terrifying mix of Mrs. Trunchbull from Matilda and the police sketch of Penelope from her suitor who saw her and flipped the hell out. The woman is thick but tall, with her hair in a bun, wearing Trunchbull's uniform...her eyes are black with no sclera under a rage-contorted brow. Her mouth is perpetually open, showing sharp needle sharp teeth...this thing leers down at me and starts to reach her hand out.
Nope.
I force myself into another layer of sleep and for a moment I think I'm awake. But my body is so very heavy. I can't even turn my head and for a moment I worry that something burst in my brain and I'm as paralyzed as Saja now. I struggle to move and when I see my deformed hand, I come to the relieving conclusion that I am in fact still dreaming.
____I find myself in a room like mine, but all the furniture is gone. There are long windows running the length of the room, very close to the floor. The whole room is painted dark purple. I can feel it looming behind me. I run at the mesh covered window, thinking I'm lucid enough to push through it but I am inhibited by my panic. Instead, I use the door. I think I hear the door open and call for my boyfriend to help me, but I realize that he isn't home. (Progress!) The apartment is laid out like my duplex but it feels higher off the ground, when I escape out the front door there is a black porch and awning, all modern lines, set against the purple building. In the distance I see a massive storm brewing and know that it is what my friend was talking about. I stand with 5 others, watching the horizon.
____I'm standing in front of the family from earlier. I'm trying to explain what's happening to me, but they just think I'm crazy. Behind them, the wall has disappeared and I see a train.
"There's a train."
"A train in our kitchen? You're hallucinating.."
"No I'm NOT. I'm...lucid."
"Obviously you're not lucid."
"I mean I'm dreaming."
They just look at me.
_____More music.
_____I rise to what I think is waking, but quickly realize I'm still dreaming. I'm starting to panic again, this round of dreams is extremely disorienting. I close my eyes and focus, putting my hands together against my chest, fingertips pressing together. I focus back again. There's a deepening and when I open my eyes I am sitting on a wooden examination table. The room is cluttered, tables against every wall and all surfaces covered with tools and stacks of books and papers. There's a frameless doorway at the top of two narrow steps. A creepy old man with round spectacles puts a q-tip with a long stem in my ear. It freaks me out and I cringe.
He picks up another one. I realize then that I'm a child. "Raise your arm, now." When I don't, he pulls my arm out straight and presses the q-tip to my armpit. It feels so weird, almost real. It gets weirder.
Liam appears in the doorway. While he isn't the cruel-faced man I've become acquainted with, neither is he quite the man who spent the morning singing to Saja. I still love him though. All versions of him. His outfit should have looked ridiculous...instead it was...eh, fantastic. The garb was vaguely...Musketeer? A capotain with a wider brim, his copper hair hanging to his shoulders. The material of his clothing is multicolored but by large these many colors suggest purple with threads of gold, green and blue. It's a long doublet.
His mouth set in a grim line, he looks so tired. I wonder if the person I have become in this scene is his child.
He confirms this by saying, "Hop down from there, son. It's time to go."
The kid hops down from the table, leaving me there to stare at the old man and watch Liam and 7 year old son leave the shop.
The old man looks at me. "You know you can't be here alone, you've gotta leave too."
He's right.
I jump down off the table, running to the window just in time to see Liam turn a corner. I press my hands to the glass but I cannot slip through it. The shopkeeper suggests I use the door, I run to it and pull it open, I can feel the metal frame against my hand as I rush out into the alley. The streets here are confusing and narrow inlaid with dark grey cobblestones. I go to where I last saw Liam but it's a dead end, he must have gone a different way. I stop a familiar looking woman who has her hair pulled back, wearing a white tank top, a long bronze necklace, and a leather satchel over her shoulder.
"Have you seen a tall, red haired man?"
She blinks slowly at me and resumes walking.
"Hey, wait."
"No."
"He'd have a child with him?"
"Haven't seen him. Stop talking to me."
____I think again that I am awake, just to find that I am not. I am worried I slept through my alarm and have missed my class. I feel like I've been asleep a very long time. I can't do this anymore. I lay there, the room doesn't feel right at the edges, so I know I'm still sleeping...but I'm so close to waking, I know it. I fight through several layers of fragments, where I look at my phone or can't find it or can't move. The dream is like a pool of tar, refusing to let me go, continually trying to drag me under. I protest violently, mentally wrenching my arm out from under the pillow. It takes too long for it to really happen. I force my eyes to remain open. I'm laying on my stomach, I raise my head and sluggishly toss the blanket aside.
I manage to final wake up, roll onto my back, resisting the draw of sleep and finally check my phone. It's 3:58pm.

*Due to troubles with internet connection I haven't updated my DJ. I've noted the dream I had that night with todays post.

Yesterday

Hotel in the school

I was in my old school. The building was changed into the hotel for students. I was following group of my friends. We had to meet in one of the rooms there. On the way I stopped by into the toilet. I was going in circles all around the corridor, stopping only to enter the toilet a few more times. Then I saw my friend leaving cafeteria and going upstairs. I thought that I should eat something and meet with him later. I entered the room, and the cook asked if everybody got its meal. I told them that I haven't so they gave me a meal. Potatoes and meat with some salad. I took fork and knife, and when I was just about to eat, I woke up.

Today

Obstacle course and swimming

I was at the beach with my older sister and my brothers friend. We were having fun the free time. When we got closer to the ocean, we were running towards the pier. My brothers friend was first, I was second and my sister was just behind me. We had to jump over the benches, and we have finally reached the pier. We have immediately jumped into the warm, crystal clear water. Suddenly I realised that I can't swim, but somehow I did it. Then the friend asked if I left my clothes on the land. I looked at myself, and saw that I did left them, but they disappeared. Next we got out of the water, and drove to my eldest sisters home. The place was changed. The rooms were furnished with antique furniture. There were ornaments from rare kinds of wood and from marble. Lights gave the rooms moody feeling. The rooms together formed a cross. I was sitting on the sofa in my underwear still wet from swimming, and was preparing to drive back to my home. I changed my clothes, and went to a shop. I haven't bought anything, and went back to sisters house quickly.

Smashed by car - DILD

I was in a big city. To save some money government changed regular busses into vans with trailers. I was standing on a trailer. The "bus" was slowing down, to pick people from the bus stop. The dream was very vivid. I could see smallest pollution on the road, smallest details in faces of people standing all around, and the blue van in front of me was very detailed. Suddenly I realised that it's a dream. I thought to myself And the last thing I'd want would be falling from the trailer and getting smashed by a car.... Then the van stopped voilently. The trailer I was standing on disengaged from the van, and I've fallen on the road, close to the car. I landed on my knees, and when standing up the car started to move back quickly. I hitted the van with my hand to alarm the driver, but it was vain. I tried to phase through the car, but somehow I couldn't do it. Usually it works, but this time it was different. The van was moving quickly. It hit me and I hit the trailer with my back. Then the car moved a bit forward, and then backwards, smashing me. I woke up.

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

This dream happened about a week ago but I was away and couldn't post it.

It started off in a movie theater with a woman next to me, I wasn't myself though, I was a large bald man. We were talking about who looked like the most dangerous person in the theater. The woman pointed to someone and I disagreed, "nah nah nah, see that guy over there with the tattoo on his face?". She turns over and looks, he has a tattoo that symbolizes he's been in prison or something. I turn my face a bit and for some reason I have the same tattoo on my face... This is weird and she sees me as dangerous now. A large gap in the dream continuity occurs at this point which puts her as a parent of our little baby, she's a sex addict now and I've just gotten out of prison (Again.. I suppose?). For some reason I'm not allowed to visit on certain days and I get the hunch that she's cheating on me, so I visit regardless and run down some stairs trying to catch her in the act. Instead I see some seriously messed up stuff... She's sitting cross-legged on a white bed in a white box shaped room, tears are pouring down her face and she's holding a gun and shooting blanks over and over and over... The baby is crying helpless next to her and she ignores it, I run up to the woman and take the gun off her and try comfort her and make sure she is okay. The baby rolls off the bed, I change the baby's nappy and calm her down, then I wake up.

Pretty uncomfortable dream tbh and I hope I don't experience that again...

Somewhere in South Asia some centuries ago where I'm visibly a foreigner, I'm leaving the docks after making some arrangements for my departure. Thinking about how to dispose of the belongings that I don't want to bring with me, I've just offered to give some rare type of food to the man who's walking with me, a human who works for me. He's shocked - he completely refuses. It's important that he and I don't share meals, and apparently this is close enough to count. I apologize, but point out to him that we've shared more than that. He asks me not to talk about this in public.

Talking about differing customs as we walk, we get onto the subject of my own homeland. I describe it as very far to the north, very isolated from the rest of the world, not a place he's likely to have heard of. I'm being deliberately evasive, obscuring how long ago it was that I left, among other things. I have a mental image of a place that's always covered in snow, and a need to retreat.

Thinking of my people causes me to mentally tune in to two of them who are relatively nearby, a man and a woman who I think of as something like a brother and sister to me. Her, I keep in close contact with through letters on a regular basis. Mentally brushing against her now feels sort of like a friendly wave from a distance. Him, on the other hand - last I heard from him, he'd been doing his best to ignore my existence entirely. By accidentally tuning in to him now, I'm surprised to find he was already aware of my presence in this region and has secretly been keeping tabs on me. I'm amused, particularly since he's now pretending not to notice this mental contact.

I get lost in thought for a bit about connections and different eras, and the scene changes. I'm in Europe, speaking Spanish with a woman in the 1700s or so - I think of her as being in a sort of religious seclusion, though my speaking with her now isn't a problem. She's telling me how much she enjoyed the piece Dieter published recently about winemaking techniques, and I tell her I'll pass that along. The observer side of me considers whether or not this short scene is something to bother recording for when I wake up.

In my IRL home, a demon's joined me in the shower. She's in the form of a beautiful naked woman and she's talking to me like we're old friends, but the scene has the feel of a nightmare. She's talking about working together in a way that I'd probably be interested in discussing under other circumstances. But with that nightmare feel, I'm only thinking about avoiding being controlled by others.

I give her the fuck-off-out-of-my-dream variety of exorcism. This doesn't work; if anything, the feel of a nightmare intensifies with the sense of a contest of wills. She's still trying to convince me to come work with her.

Second try: I take a look at the demon's name. It begins and ends with A, so I cover up the middle portion, rewrite it as Athena, and chant an invocation, intending to remove the nightmare by transforming the demon into a goddess. Her features shift, but then shift back. We go back and forth a little bit, but eventually I give up on this method too. She's stopped trying to convince me to come work with her and is now just enjoying this contest for its own sake.

Being as we're in the shower, I take a look at the soap and think of cleansing/purification methods of exorcism. Worth a shot. I start washing her, starting at the top and working my way down. She's intrigued - she clearly doesn't consider this a threat, and the contact is pleasant and similar enough to sexual that she considers this a form of me giving in to her. I'm curious myself whether this scene will end up following her sexual expectations or my cleansing intention. When I kneel down before her, I kiss her just below her navel, and she makes it clear how she expects this to play out from there; but I just move on to washing her legs. When I've finished her second foot, kissing the top of it before putting it down, the sense of nightmare is completely gone. I'm able to cause the scene to transition, continuing with a series of IRL-based scenes.

#407 - DILD? - 3:08AM (pre-WBTB)

I am in some public restroom. My wife(?), son, and someone I know is sitting at a table in one corner. At the urinals I see some young girls peeing. I wonder how this is possible and suppose they are using a shewee. Then, I realize that is highly improbable and I continue this continues to boggle my mind. I point and say, "What the fuck!?"
My son chimes in and replies, "...it's like a dick." I am even more surprised at my son's remark.

I am getting into bed with my wife and tell her about what my son said. I make some remark about how weird it is that I watched little girls peeing. I assure I wasn't trying to be a creeper; they just went in front of me. My son won't stay in bed and is running around and keeps pull out stuff to play with. Something about a movie that came with a bullet. He wants to shoot it but I tell him it's late and I really need to sleep (I want to have my G night).

I have a FA and I find myself in a house with three wild hyenas. I try to stay on top of counters and furniture but they jump up at me and scratch with cat claws. I notice that as the jump and scratch they seem to momentarily transform into Raccoon dogs. There is some pain, but it doesn't feel unbearable. I continue to try to avoid the hyenas, but they seem to be learning and adapting to my strategy. I have a high amount of fear as I fight them off with fists. At one point I watch one hyena on the ground as it seems to be studying me. Then I realize it's watching something behind me. I know I am about to get pounced from behind, but I can't make myself move.

Something strange happens here. Maybe it's a dream transition or a very slight awakening, but everything collapses and I wonder why I didn't just fly away or phase out of a window in the dream. As I am thinking this is see a garage door open and I rush outside into the night. I worry that the hyenas got out too but I try not to think about it. I see a parked car and I jump on top of the roof. "Try to get me now, bitches!", I shout at things that were after me. I begin to wonder why I am having such a terrible nightmare. I usually don't get nightmares, but tend to enjoy a little fright. As I think this, the dream fades to darkness. At this, I regain lucidity and focus on vision to bring it back.

I see a white boxy type of car parked in the driveway now. It has some sort of metallic purple window tinting and I find it interesting. I still feel a need to escape so I attempt to get inside. I notice there are no doors so I instinctively lift the small cabin up and off like a shoe box. I look inside the top but can't see out the purple windshield. I will this to happen and the purple dissolves to show a view at the ground. I lose interest in this this vehicle quickly as everything seems to be really crappy and fake now.

I spot a better looking car next to me; a red sporty coupe. As I move to the car I worry about the hyenas again. I tell myself not to think about it and the fear subsides, but my actions are still rushed. For some reason both doors want to stay open and the worry increases. I look out and see a bear with a hyena looking at me from down the road. I quickly get the doors closed and start to back out. I stop when I hear a terrible sound. They white, boxy car is now a small red truck. It's lurching backward and quickly halting as the tires are locked up. For some reason, I feel the need to take care of this and hop out of the car to the truck. The hyena fear returns and this time I really force it out of my mind as I remind myself that I control this dream. The truck stopped doing whatever it was doing and I suddenly become really curious what the engine would look like. I lift up the hood and notice how clean, new and high tech it looks. I begin guessing at various components naming them off. I am particularly interested in what I think might be the nitrous oxide containment. I get bored with this after a moment and begin to try to recall my goal for the night. It's on the tip of my brain, but the more I think about it, the more I wake up. The dream fades and I see some guy say something about waking up then a sheet of ice forms over my vision. I hear a loud cracking sound as I wake up.

Non-Dream


Lucid #1
I see some pretty girls playing in lake and become lucid. I jump in the lake and play with one particularly attractive lady. I wake up with a mess.
Lucid#2
I wake up from a dream unusually tired. I see a dog I used to own. I hug him and get up from bed. I float into the air and try to transform into a dolphin but can't. I find a mirror and get the idea to try to teleport to the ocean. I phase though the mirror and teleport to an underwater neighborhood, not the ocean though. I see an aunt of mine who looks like she's trying to guide me somewhere. I wake up in bed. I notice a...creature next to me. It looks like a giant 4 legged mozzarella stick with the head of a Cheshire cat and with teeth of a gulper eel. It has a rainbow sprinkle collar around it's neck. It's begins biting me which hurts. Occasionally it bites it's collar as well. I observe it in awe and confusion until I wake up.

as the enitre world falls asleep an they try to dream

February 03, 2015

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Zukin Got Shot D:

Zukin and I were living with a psychopathic killer, apparently... One day he 3D-printed a gun, and used it to kill Zukin and three other people... right in front of me. Then he laid them all out over a long table, on their backs. This whole time I was numb and couldn't really move. I didn't even fully take in what had happened until the killer left through the front door. I tried to wake Zukin and the others up, but they wouldn't move...

Then I heard the sirens from outside. I looked through the peep-hole in the front door, and saw a cop standing at the other side of a fairly long tunnel. I naturally let the cop in, because I was innocent and wanted the killer to be caught. The cop came in and asked a few questions, then inspected the bodies... I couldn't look at Zukin.

I went a little crazy then. I invited some random chick into the house, made her wear a green cloth over her head, and mentally green-screened Zukin's face onto the green cloth... I was trying to make it so Zukin was still alive, but it wasn't working. she was still dead, and I was lost. I called the cop who had come before and asked him to come over so I could ask him something. It had finally hit me that she was gone, and because the psychopath was still at large, I had to keep this all a secret. But I wanted to be able to call Zukin's mom and tell her what had happened. I didn't think it was fair that her mom had no idea she was dead. So this cop finally comes back, and I ask him if I am allowed to call Zukin's mom, and the cop said absolutely not. It would compromise the whole investigation, he said...

Then I woke up and it took me a few minutes to realize where I was and the rush of relief when I realized it had all been a dream was tangible.




Field Force-Fields

I am part of a group who was walking along a bunch of crops and checking force-fields. Like, each crop had a force-field around it to keep bugs and animals and robber out. We were in pairs, and had to walk or bike around the edges of each field to check that the force-fields were all intact. My partner and I spotted an anomaly in our field, and used this contraption to seal it up again. It turned out a piece of something had gotten stuck in the force-field which made it bowl out, or something.

Our field was edged by a river on one side, and we had to cross a bridge to get to our next field. I had super vision, apparently, because when I looked in any direction I could see the other pairs making their way along their own fields, which were far away. It was as if each pair was only about 20 feet from my partner and I. It looked like all the other pairs were having issues; either one of them was injured or otherwise slowing things down, or the pairs were bickering, which also slowed them down. It seemed like my partner and I were the only ones running full throttle.

I woke up at about 3:20 AM. I felt a little drowsy but stood awake until about 4:00 AM. At around 5:26 AM, I slipped in to sleep paralysis.

I laid on my right shoulder facing one of the bedroom walls. At first, it was really hard to tell whether the scene was real or not. I stared at the wall and tried to understand what the actual texture looked like. There was an obvious difference but I had a hard time trying to remember what the real one was like.

After soon realizing there was something wrong, I began feeling the strong sensations taking place. I started panicking. I jiggled around trying to get out of this state but knew I needed to start moving my fingers first, but that was too long of a process. Suddenly, after losing control of myself and feeling more of these powerful sensations, I heard somebody's voice behind me, someone seemingly standing besides my bed.

"Step" a woman in a soft, vividly voice spoke out to me, "Step in."

I cried out for help. My body quaked in fear. There was nothing I could do. My lips were sealed shut and whatever was inside the room with me had the power to make me cry out some more. The vividness of these scene was so intense for me, I couldn't believe it was fake until I was able to wake up and move my muscles. Fortunately, I was able to experience this paralyzing ability again but it wasn't as strong as the previous one. However, the third time I performed this fearsome technique, was just as creepier as the first one, probably worst one.

I did just as I did in the first one this third time going through sleep paralysis, but there was a little bit more sunlight in this one. I stared at the wall in front of me and observed its texture. I didn't question my current mental state until I tried getting out of bed. The sensations started taking place. This same familiar feeling made it obvious about what was to come next. This time, however, I rattled my body around the bed to prevent hearing the creepy lady again. I heard her voice a few times, but it wasn't as loud as the last time. That wasn't the worst part, though. My mind started to imagine more dream elements.

As I was keeping my eyes closed, pressing each eyelid down towards each other as hard as I could, I heard a gentle, yet uncomfortably noise bouncing at the opposite end of my bed just below my feet. I couldn't make up of what it was, I could only tell that when it bounced, it sounded a lot like a beanbag chair. In between jumps, this object, whatever it was, would pause for a very brief moment and continue hoping away. It wasn't until I heard this strange sound coming near my bed when I started to panic tremendously.

I was afraid. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. The closer this unknown creature came to me, I begged the dream to be over. The sound came closer and closer, and when the figure finally jumped up just inches away from my face, I felt it. This thing moved its head up towards mine as if it were observing me. It pulled itself in closer and I felt its furry, rabbit-like skin on my chin. The vividness of this moment made it so I didn't wake up a 4th time and perform this technique again, for the day. I kept my eyes closed as I noticed it sniffing me.

As the title says, some parts of this dream have been omitted, due to their disturbing nature. I've been having a lot of disturbing dreams lately.

To start off simple, the first part of this dream was being at a caravan park, to attend my grampa's funeral. IRL he died in nov 2014, and I never got to go to his funeral. I don't talk to much of my family and they took this opportunity to block me from getting in contact with them. So in my dream I was at the funeral but at a distance, I could see the open suitcase he was being buried in and so i filled it with water with a power hose from work, don't ask. My family looked at me with such disgust I just left. I remember he suitcase being moved and the water sloshing everywhere, and I remember thinking the water would help preserve his body in case raising the dead became a thing.

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The next thing I know i'm playing world of warcraft, except i'm in the game, but still using a controller in my hands, apparently I think this game is for xbox. I come face to face with a celtic undead woman who asks me questions in fucked up gaelic/scottish slang that even I didn't understand. I answered and she became a party member of mine??? Whatever, I start getting chased by some guy in a landcruiser from star wars but I hijack him and drive away.

I'm now driving underwater, collecting stars, PvP'ing, killing npc turrets. While driving down an underwater course with crazy bends and turns. It was pretty hectic. At one point I lost my landcruiser, a girl offered me her exo suit, which was big and bulky looked like something from starcraft except most of your body is still exposed, its hard to explain that one.

Now i'm outside, with my new party member, I get a message from another player who sends me this wall of text asking why I let this npc become my party member, or something. I told him I was new to the game and told him to give me a fucking break,He tried to explain about the choices and stuff, but I didn't care. At this point a big red dragon filled the sky and I was trying to return from the menu to play by the controller cord was broken, I kept trying to reattach it, which worked for a couple of minutes but any movements in my hands knocked it off again. I eventually managed to ditch the controller and started running from this dragon, but no matter where we went he caught us. At one point I looked at my undead party member, she now looked like my exgf, wtf? I also tried to induce sexual intimacy at that point when we were in hiding, shame shame shame.

We are on the run again, and we met this guy and his party. The dragon catches us of guard and is now flying down from directly above, one after another he spits meteor fire balls, which i deflect with a barrier and return with my own, but smaller fireballs. The fight was futile and I went to check my phone at one point and it was all glitchy, wasn't working (why no lucid dream here? bad habits irl).

The next thing i know I am in a room saying the spyware needs to be removed. This is where the dream takes a weird turn. This spyware is a guy, who faces me, moves slowly doing weird hang gestures which paralyses me, and in which he takes the time to play/beat me. This cycle goes on for awhie, I run, but he is always there and he does another slow move, that freezes me. I learn that I had been drugged with automatic appreciation something something, so movements that he was doing was causing me to freeze and admire. I tried to do them back, which worked, and I used the time to escape, but he always came back. This part of the dream is actually a lot longer and a lot more,,, vast? than what I've put down
but I would class this part as a nightmare, a nightmare which I don't really want to recount fully.

There was another drug that made me stop being able to process movement, ie, people were moving and doing things, but I couldn't see it. When I blinked, everything would change and I would see the latest snapshot of initially opening my eyes, but then everything would freeze again, so basically repeating to close and open my eyes was equivalent of viewing the world at 3-5 fps. The things I saw were, not so good.

Saturday Night:

I became lucid at the end of a nightmare and tried to change what happened by restarting the dream, but I woke up instead.

Sunday Night:

DILD #1

I was in a fancy restaurant with Dreamer. We were lying down on a secret upper platform that was covered in a silky, pink blanket and plush pillows.

Spoiler for Slightly Sexy Scene:

She was lying in a particularly sexy position, revealing her red knickers under her short, black dress. I slowly reached my hand up her thigh until my hand was caressing her bum. I was concerned that everybody in the restaurant could see what we were doing but we were in a somewhat secluded spot. I reached inside her knickers and some sexy stuff ensued.

She said to me, "We have the best seat in the house."
I nodded my head in agreement, then she clumsily fell off the side of our platform and onto a table where a nice elderly couple were eating their dinner. I looked down and saw two Dreamers. I looked back and forth between them with my mouth agape in shock and excitement. I then did a noseplug RC and air went through. I grabbed the hand of the real Dreamer and we took off flying. I woke up, DEILD'd back in.
I was still flying with her except we were outside of an epic sized shopping mall. She remarked to me that my dreams were quite short compared to hers. I sadly agreed that they had been very short lately. We landed and I used my super leg muscles to jump super long distances, all over the top of the cementlike shopping centre structure. I was like a human grasshopper. Woke up into a false awakening.

DILD #2

I had been talking with dreamer for a while about, I don't know what. But eventually I remembered that I needed to do an RC after waking up to make sure it was real. I did a nose plug RC and air went through again. I then took her hand and we went flying again and I moved some stuff around with my mind powers for fun before waking up.

WILD

I had been trying to WILD for what felt like ages when I finally got into a dream, I did a closed mouth RC to make sure and air went through. I got really excited then woke up immediately.

DILD #3

I had become lucid while talking to Joffrey, he was telling me that he was a master at dream control and I challenged him to show me something. He refused though and then I woke up pretty quickly.



DILD #4

I was talking to an old friend from high school when I realized that I was in a dream again. Dreamer was with me. I took her hand and we went flying towards these ancient ruins of an industrial city. Woke up before we got there.

DILD #5

I was in another dream with Joffrey. He was the same character except we were in another room that was brightly lit with warm light pouring through a few windows. I remember how pretty it was to see the light illuminating the red wood floor. I was watching some show with Joffrey when I decided that I wanted to change the channel. I tried to change it with telekinesis but it wouldn't work, I became frustrated and realized that I was being ridiculous and I should do some cool dream control stuff for fun and to farm points. I looked at these playing cards that were scattered across the floor and made them all fly up into the air. I made the cards fly in a circular pattern above me before making them fly off in all different directions. I then looked at B-Dog, who was lying on a bed, and tried to make time slow down for him. Wasn't working. I then tried to make time speed up. B-Dog began to lick himself and move very quickly. I returned time to the normal speed and I could hear the ticking of a clock slowing down while I was doing it.

I then walked over to Joffrey, turned off the TV from his keyboard by pressing the space bar, and then told him to stab me with a pen because I was invincible!! He did it and I laughed at him. I then told him to give me some of the chocolate and raspberries that he was eating. He refused. I tried to make him with mind control, but it didn't work. I got frustrated and then grabbed the chocolate and raspberries and shoved them in my mouth, YUMMMMm. His drone/slave DC walked in and started talking to him. I could feel the dream starting to end so I made fireballs appear in my hands and I juggled them in the air then threw them at the walls.

Note: Before this night I had tried something different from my usual mantra. Instead of trying to feel as though I was in a dream while repeating words, I instead repeated the phrase, "I am dreaming" about 30 times while trying very hard to remember it. I felt like I was trying to memorize something, I was trying really hard not to forget. I also combined that with Dreamer's awesome daytime method for having super long lucid dreams, but I didn't do it right.