non-lucid

So when I first remember starting in my dream I'm sitting with part of my family and a couple of my friends, only one of whom I can actually recognize. We're in what seems like a very large cafeteria area that is open to the sky above us. Suddenly, lots of food appears on the table in front of us, but I'm not sure what all of it is, but I eat nonetheless. While we eat, performers come and go to what seems like a stage at the front of the cafeteria-area. Depending on what they do, their props seem to magically appear onto the stage. I'm amazed by it all and laugh along with my friends about all the tricks we're getting to see.

Near the end of the show, the only one of my friends that I recognize decides she wants dessert. It's no big deal to me at first. I quickly become agitated as she begins randomly yelling out to waiters to bring her something. My frustration with my friend increases when she begins trying to claim other people's desserts because no one will bring her one. Angry at her behavior, I leave the table to go outside and wait for everyone else to finish. It doesn't seem to take them long before my friends come out first and begin walking in one direction, and then my family come out and walk in another. Not sure which to follow, I begin tagging along with my parents only to find out that wasn't the way we needed to go. They just wanted to go to the car first before we walked home. I feel like something is up at this point, because it itched at my mind to ask them, "Why don't we just drive the car home, then?" However, I don't ask the question, they get what they need, and we begin what my mom tells me is a 25 miles trek in one direction.

Suddenly my dream shifts to a completely different scene from the one we were previously at. This time I don't seem to be myself, but rather a sort of 3rd-person view over the situation. This guy seems to be a sort of victim and is being escorted to a seating area by two other men. The guy, who we'll call Victim, looks relatively all right other than it looking like he has a sort of broken nose. When Victim enters the clearing with the two men, a rather large woman is already sitting in a chair. Before Victim even has a chance to sit down, she gets up and apologizes constantly about having punched him in the face. She claims she got excited in the moment and meant nothing towards him. Before anything else can be said, I wake up from the sound of my alarm clock going off.

Good morning everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a bedroom with a woman I don't recognize. The woman was white, with pale skin and brown hair. The bedroom was dim, as if heavy curtains blocked the windows. The room may have had grey carpet. The woman lay on a mattress on the floor. She was naked.

I crawled over to the woman and lay on top of her. I may have actually started having sex with her. But then somebody else, one of my friends, possibly D, made it known that he was coming into the room.

I got off the woman. The woman, now wearing a satiny, blue dress with a long skirt with slits all the way up either side, just turned on her left side and let her skirt flow between her legs. I thought that, in that position, she still looked almost naked. I may have even told her something like she looked like she was still inviting someone to have sex with her.

I went back to sitting or kneeling at the foot of the bed. The guy came in and was doing something weird. Then he walked into another room. The woman started complaining about the guy, calling him immature.

I told the woman that I recognized that same kind of behavior pattern in myself, and that I was trying to get rid of it, so I could be more mature.

At the beginning of my response, I was watching a set of boxes that were stacked against a wall being replaced with orange cushions like couch cushions, as if movers were walking up, taking away the boxes, and leaving cushions in their place. At the end of my response, I was standing about ten feet away from the woman's mattress, near the head of the mattress.

I may have walked into the kitchen, off to my right. This may have been the same room the man had walked into.

Dream #2

My mom was throwing a party at her house. We were in her living room, which was empty except for a long, narrow folding table on which was food.

The living room was dim, as if the only light was coming from some other room. I could see through the front window that it was pitch black outside. There were a few people here, all gathered listlessly around the table. Nobody seemed engaged with the party at all.

Some kind of conflict occurred. People started leaving the party. My sister even left the house. I followed after my her, trying to make sure she was okay.

I opened the front screen door. I really couldn't see anything outside. But I heard my sister call my aunt "mom." This shocked me so much that I went back inside. I tried to figure out what my mom had done during thr party to offend my sister so much that she had started calling my aunt "mom."

Dream #3

I was in a small meeting room which was brightly lit with fluorescent light. There were a lot of people sitting in folding chairs with white, plastic backs. I sat near the front, in an outside chair on the right side of the room.

Suddenly, from behind me, there was a commotion. I stood up and turned around to see what was going on.

The chairs were now all in disarray behind my row. The floor was also cluttered and messy. A pretty, young, Asian woman stood out of her seat, screaming, "What is it? What is it?"

I looked down to the floor and saw a roach about an inch long scurrying toward the front of the room.

Everybody seemed to be panicked. I don't like roaches, but I tried to explain that it wasn't such a big deal, and that I could even kill it if they wanted me to. But I hoped they wouldn't want me to, because it would be gross.

Non Lucid - Lucid

this reoccurring nightmare always takes place at my aunts house, and one of the rooms is haunted or has a demon present.

My three friends went in to the room in my aunts house that i knew had some sort of demonic presence in it. So i just stood at the door because i knew the room would probably slam on us and it would only get worse from there. i told my friends over and over as i felt the aura of the presence grow stronger that we had to get out. they didnt listen to me and as the door started to get heavier and heavier behind me i was able to slip out at the last second. then i was in my bed out of no where but couldnt move at all except for lifting my hands. i tried to turn on my phone to get light in the room but the screen wouldnt turn on even after taking out the battery and putting it in multiple times. (damnit why didnt i try and plug my nose!) i was sure that it was the demon/presence that was holding me down from my aunts and this scared the shit out of me so i guess thats why i didnt RC or anything.

I then spent about an hour on the computer, typed up this in my dream journal(this is an edit), and just spent time on the forum getting some better thoughts in my head. Then i decided to try WBTB. I stayed completely still focusing on my breathing for about twenty minutes but i found when i would let my mind wonder a bit the "lead blanket" would become more present and i eventually got to the vibrating that way. however when the vibrating got very strong it began to hurt which lasted about 20 seconds. confused about the duration and thinking my health was in danger i stopped... Should i keep going next time? can everybody do it? i was excited that this was happening but i didn't think the vibrating was supposed to last that long.

I was with some friends or something. I remember at first being in some apartment, and then going out with them. While I was with them a bunch of people pulled out some smokes. I somehow got ahold of one. I inhaled, and a ghastly smell and taste entered. I coughed it out. But yet it made me feel calm, and aware of everything. I relaxed. It was sort of odd though, since I've never smoked IRL.

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I got lucid at some point. I know I did. Didn't do anything productive, but I remember trying to think of something I should do.

Dirty Dream: (Fragment)
All I remember is random, VERY inappropriate Innuendos. The last one before I woke up was apparently about a broomstick..?

Operation Mineshaft:
Me and a team of commands, which included me, my dad, an asian, and two friends, had to shut off a radio station that was underground because it was causing disturbances. (I faintly remember the backround being the world went into a nuclear fallout, but we managed to rebuild and there were a few groups of survivors who lived underground and never came up.) So we go down the mineshaft, in one of those old, noisy elevators that's just a cage. When we got there, the facility looked like a giant costco. We make our way to the station using computer terminals that had maps. When we finally get there, there is a group of survivors who have been living here for years. They say they down know how to turn the machine off. So we start searching around, and out of nowhere, this girl I know (We'll call her Catherine). She says she built it, but will help us destroy it. Me and my dad follow her into a back hallway where the power generator is. But we go deeper. So deep that atoms grow to sizes you can see, and you have to break them to destroy it. So we start grabbing the atoms and breaking them. We then start to leave, but we aren't sure where to go. We check the terminals but just then the power goes off. I say I remember the way out and begin leading the group through darkened corridors to the mineshaft..

The naked helicopter!:
I found an invisible helicopter just big enough to squeeze my entire body in. I'm sitting like i'm in a chair. I start flying around, but then I realize that i'm completely naked. Instead of freaking out and hiding my shame, I think it's cooler to be flying an invisible helicopter around, so I keep doing it. I was about to fly to school naked, but the dream ended.

I think the moral of the last one is that I have no shame.

But it doesnt matter. My dryspell has officially ended. The number 13 has been conquered. Its true I could debate wether or not its good enough to be an LD, but im alone and I decided that it was I know these times around I didnt write my dreams, but at least write lucid ones for gods sake! Specially now

After a fructuous night of non-lds (including pumpkin smashing) I dream of the truck that almost ran into us yesterday. Anyway now its my family driving it. As Im watching it drive away from the side walk, I hesitate wether it is a dream or not. Just as it crashes, I conclude I am effectively dreaming. False awakening. I simply open my eyes. There is this man sitting in a chair with a boy on his lap. Hes in the middle of my room. As i am lucid, I just think: Uhhhh....Okay thats kinda creepy. Im afraid of watever it is, so I simply wait for the dream to fade then wake up.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:30 GMT+9 – sleep

Earthquake
Again an earthquake. There are two smaller warning quakes. Cracks appear on the roads. I am inside a car which is being driven by some unknown guy. He speeds up, maybe trying to reach a safer place but we just get stuck in traffic.

02:30 GMT+9

Volcano
I’m with my mom at her home when a volcano erupts just behind the house. We hardly have time to escape and then I get this light feeling that I am dreaming. I lift off and the whole scenario goes from scary to looking like an amusement park. The volcano is part of it and I fly with my mom over the lava flow. Then in the park there’s a kind of sci-fi London scenario and other weird stuff I can’t recall.

Surgery
My mom holds some test results and the report says I need a massive surgery to live. I have some kind of crystals on some nasty wound in my bladder and the surgery either might kill me or leave me incapacitated for the rest of my life. I really don’t wanna do it so I refuse to accept the diagnosis. I’m convinced I can undo it if I simply reject that reality.

Chemically-filled clouds
At my friend Alfredo’s property and strange clouds are hovering us. My boyfriend ask me if I agree that they look totally unnatural. I then remember my friend had said he suspected someone was sabotaging his crops and maybe this was the way to do it. The clouds become really low and look like an algae bloom in the sky. I try to spread them away by blowing some wind to them but they collapse and on the ground falls a thin plastic-like film with a name of a company and a list of nasty chemicals and even Anthrax printed on it. Although I find it is very dangerous to touch it, I fold it and keep it as proof that someone is seeding poisonous and deadly clouds over his farm.
Then a gipsy lady comes out of nowhere begging. I say I really don’t have anything to offer her right now but she claims we have land and we are rich and surely can offer something. I feel surprised with her attitude and say the land is not ours and she is assuming a lot. She says that’s not what she heard around and I get really upset and send her away.

05:40 GMT+9 – wake up

Second Dream Journal Entry: Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

• This dream takes place on a boat very similar to a cruise but it seemed to have less activities than an actual cruise ship.

• It was very confusing because when I woke up I could not tell which part of my dream came first so I started with whichever part of my dream I could remember best so just letting you know, this is not in order (not like it matters).

• In all my dreams I never see my body or any part of my body.

I was walking around the boat and saw a large crowd of people surrounding a specific area. It seemed to be occurring downstairs but I was upstairs at the time. There were also many people upstairs surrounding the strange event that was going on. I decided to walk downstairs to get a better view of what was going on. Before I get to the bottom, there is a kid around the same age as I am who called me and told me something (which I cannot remember). Once I am done speaking with him I finally reach the bottom of the stairs. I see a photographer taking pictures of a young boy. The young boy happened to be Jaden Smith, Will Smith's son. They were taking photo shoots but the strange this is that they had him hold a gun and point it to himself (mainly his head) as if he was going to commit suicide. It also seemed as if he was sitting on top of a black car (I am not too sure about this). The gun was most likely fake or maybe it was real but did not have any bullets in it. After he is done it is now my turn (lol). A gun suddenly appears on my hand and I point it at myself. I try to look as scared as possible to show emotion so the picture can come out better. After they were done taking pictures, I was excited but also scared to hear how I did. As the photographer is walking towards me I get kind of nervous because it seemed as if he hated the shots. Once he came up to me I told him, "maybe we should do this again... I do not think that I did a great job with my facial expressions." He stares at me for a good five seconds and nods his head back and forth in disgust as if I were the worst person for the job. I don't remember how I felt about that whole situation.

I was now in a different area of the boat. I was walking around with a group of friends (I could not make out who they were). We stopped at a store so that I can get something to drink. I walk up to the counter and asked the guy for a soda. For some odd reason he already had the drink ready for me and just handed it to me. As I'm walking away with my friends laughing and having a good time, I look down into my cup and realize that there was barely anything in it (by the way, this was a large cup). I tell my friends and we go back to the store. I walk up to the counter and the man says, "I saw your friend look into your cup and realize there was not much in there but I'm surprised he didn't tell you." He also told me that he knew he had given me such a small amount of soda but it seemed like he did not care at all. I gave him the cup and he filled it up to the top. I was happy and walked away.

Now I was walking around with this girl I did not know or recognize. She was talking to me about this guy who I thought liked my girlfriend (I guess she was also on the boat but I never saw her). I had this feeling in me as if she cheated on me with him so I was really upset. The girl that was talking to me tried to calm me down by convincing me that my girlfriend did not cheat on me. She told me that the guy's ex-girlfriend had just called his parents to tell him that she misses him so much, she loves him, and she's sorry for everything that she did. She wanted to get back with him and I guess he wanted to get back with her (I am not sure if this is exactly how it happened but it was very similar). Even though it had no relevance to the fact that I thought my girlfriend cheated on me, this girl somehow managed to convince me.

I am now back with my friends. We were walking around the boat and we had to constantly walk through these automatic sliding doors but I only remember walking through one. After we walk through it we start heading for another one. Before we get to the second door my friends tell me to go back and take a picture of the password/code that was on the last door. It didn't make any sense but I did it anyways. I took out my phone, got a picture of it, and headed back to my friends. For some reason though as I was walking towards the door to take the picture, there was a bright light shining through the door. I couldn't tell if the door was open or not but it was extremely bright. This is where my dream ends.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:00 GMT+9 – sleep

Dreams recalled fade before I take notes...

04:00 GMT+9

Math test
I dream that my colleague Silva is not happy with something I did, which put in risk financing to some project. Then she also tells me I have math test in a week and I know I haven’t been to a single class but I’m confident I can learn all I need until then.

Raptors attack after a quake
On a town on a mountain, passing by a school. Small shakes sign an incoming bigger quake. All kids leave school immediately. I also run to an open space. Roads open up cracks, everything cracks up. I save two kids, a girl and a boy of different ages. Town goes without power or communication means. After a few days, cars are still running and people are trying to get back to normal, despite being isolated from the rest of the world. I think they might be precipitating, as they should be acting in accordance to the current situation and not going back to work in offices.
The quake had side-effects. It opened a time-space breach and dinosaurs appear in the mountain. Soon the town is being preyed on by velociraptors. That’s when people decide to organize themselves to face the new situations. Separated by sudden attacks and need to take cover, people form groups and hide in buildings. I’m in an isolated house with a group of people who were all in the vicinity when the raptors first attacked. We established a perimeter and we tend after some vegetable garden outside. But one day, small vicious raptor-like creatures invade the perimeter and we’re no longer safe. I’m armed with a stick and knife (all I could find around) and I enter the house going through a nerve-wrecking scene like in the movie Alien. Some creatures are inside already and I move silently trying not to be surprised by one. Only have on shot to stick my knife into them. I see movement behind a curtain and I attack with the knife. I uncover to find my cat dead. I cry, but I feel the situation is critical and I can’t possibly lose focus, so I forgive myself, considering the extreme situation I’m in.

07:00 GMT+9 – wake up

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

Took many notes but can’t read most of it. I was so sleepy when writing it...

23:30 GMT+9 – sleep

Solar explosion
A huge solar explosion affects our planet and particularly the atmosphere. Besides the sky being orange and red, there are lots of tornadoes. All electrical stuff blows out and I am inside a house watching electric stuff blowing up and throwing sparks around. Outside I see death but also beautiful cherry trees in the horizon (Japanese influence again...).

Sauna
Someone chooses clothes for me. Then on a sauna but with the clothes on.

Bomb attack
A bomb attack on some train or subway station. I come after it happened and see all the destruction and all the bodies on the ground. It is somewhere in Asia.

07:00 GMT+9 – wake up

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:30 GMT+9 – sleep

Japan
Only recall having had dreams related to Japan.

04:20 GMT+9

A young master
A kid venerated as a great master arrives amongst a group in which I‘m included. I feel something strange about him and I try to find some sign that he is not true master. He comes accompanied by other teachers and everybody pays homage to him with lots of bows. Before he sits to give teachings he climbs the walls around like spiderman, I wonder if it’s to impress people and that tells me he might be using some trick because true masters don’t show off. Then I have this insight that his wonderful powers derive from the fact that he knows we’re all in a “dream” while others don’t know or else he would not be more special than anyone else, because we would all have the same powers. Still, I initially thought this was a “dream” but not “A dream” – meaning, I thought I was awake but also that he was truly Awake. Finally I realise we’re in a dream-dream. By now I’m outside this meeting place where I was previously but when I become lucid I go back to see if this kid-master is still there. I cross the glass windows easily but he is gone by now.

Magic candies (RPG task)
Then I think about which task I want to perform and I choose the RPG task. But my LD is not strong enough, so I look at my hands trying to sharpen it. Then I look for a portal and I see a long corridor and a mirror at the end of it. I go there and my reflection becomes alive and comes out of the mirror. This reflection-me tries to distract me and discourage me from my intent. I remember my RPG warrior character and as I become it, I use my sword and plunge it into my other me. My other me looks surprised “How could you?”. My other me starts decomposing. It is hideous yet liberating to see my own body rotten and become dust. I feel prepared for my task and I jump into the mirror. I remember the town of Denn, but didn’t remember I was supposed to go to the forest. So I landed on a town, which this time looks like Lisbon, but instead of reality-like, it is entirely cartoon-like. I feel amazed with the originality, the beauty and the detail of this cartoon reality I landed on. After a while I remember I should look for the forest but then how to get there? I don’t want to use another portal because on my last jump I almost woke up. Then I see a subway station and I think maybe I can take the metro and imagine the last stop is in the forest. But I also think that will take too long and I’ll loose lucidity by then. As I think of it, Hermione Granger from Harry Potter appears in front of me and handles me some candies of various colours she says are magical. Each of the colours is related to a place dominated by those colours. So if I wish to go to the woods, I should take a green one. I thank for the gift and I store the candies in a pouch. Unfortunately I don’t have enough time to take the green candy because I loose lucidity and just continue roaming in the town for a while.

07:00 GMT+9 – wake up

Hours of sleep: 9.0 (Yeah! )
Vividness: 2/5
Recall: 1/5 (O no! )

I'm walking through a snowy street. Next to me is a girl: it's an ex-classmate. We are talking about something, I don't really know about what. Only thing I remember is, that I tried to develop our superficial relationship, which is limited to "Hello! I'm ok! And you? How was your week" , to something more deep. I tried to make some jokes as I use to do. But she doesn't even smiles....
I get a bit disappointed and I feel that I'm loosing her attention. So I think about doing something weird.
While walking, I let fall myself at the ground and pretend that I slipped out on the ice.
Note: Where the hell does the snow comes from? No snow has been falling since February.
I'm lying on the ground and I'm spinning around. I stretch my arm out, that she can help me to get up. But I wanted to make her fall by pulling her hand.
Note: What was I thinking? That makes no sense!
Only problem is this: She doesn't gives a damn! She looks at me as I'm spinning stupidly around on the ground.
This keeps on going a few seconds, a lot of people come around and watch my performance. She simply goes away.
I try to get up on my own and let fall my purse. I see that an hobo picks it up. He gives it me back. I thank him and he goes away. I look in it and I see that my credit card is missing. I start shouting to catch the people's attention on the hobo, but they didn't move and just look at me stupidly

The End.
PS: When I see this hobo again, I'm going to kick his ass!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

21:30 GMT+9 – sleep

My biggest fear
On some strange shop (like some Japanese shops I’ve been at) with really attractive cakes and sweets, but I couldn’t really tell if that’s what they were. Then a guy on the shop is taken down a corridor and told there’s a test to him. Behind a big door at the end of the corridor is the scariest thing that has ever haunted his dreams. In his case he says he used to play a game with his friends in which they’d hide and seek and the one seeking the others would incarnate a scary character they’d call the fog-man, a mythical creature that would take away the soul of the one found by him – and then this kid would replace the fog-man in his role. The man said he used to have nightmares with the real fog-man taking his soul. Then the people overseeing this test told this man that whatever he’d find behind that door would be his own mind’s creations and therefore if he was certain of that, they wouldn’t possibly harm him, but if he failed to recognise that... The door opened and out of it came a dense thick fog. He entered and the door was closed.
I also wanted to play. I opened the door and there was still fog but no signs of the man. The fog disappeared. I tried to think about what is that scares me the most and had this vague feeling of something unknown and scary coming out of the darkness and attacking me but before it would materialise I decided I was in the control of my mind and therefore no fear would take over. Then all the fog and light darkness dissipated and I found myself in an empty room with a mirror and a door. I positioned myself in front of the mirror, saw my reflexion. I was dressed in white and yellow and although I looked a bit strange it was still my normal look, no monstrous face or anything of the kind. I’m semi-lucid and I dance a little bit both to increase lucidity and test my image on the mirror. I manage to prolong lucidity but it is still weak in terms of control. Not sure about what to do I decide to summon all of the people I know through the door. Soon I start seeing people from my past, present acquaintances, family, “enemies”. I can’t tell if everyone is there, it would be impossible, but soon they start interacting with me.
I lose lucidity. I am with my aunt India and my friend Zilla. Zilla decides to call my old friend Mara, whom I don’t see since her wedding. Her brother answers the phone. Zilla doesn’t say a word and he gets upset. He hads the phone over to Mara in the hope the person will talk to her. She asks “who’s there?” and I can see both people on each side of the line now. I tell Zilla this is a stupid game and I don’t see the point of it. Mara then thinks she knows who can be and gets very worried. She says “don’t worry, I will come for you. I’ll help you.” Obviously she thought someone in distress was needing her help. I tell Zilla to please stop it and just say something on the phone!
Then I am engulfed by a lot more people I know and there’s this lady, who’s my opponent in my work and hates my guts, among them. When I see her I remember we were both at a same party some past time and we talked to each other when we were so drunk already and our hate transformed into attraction and we had kissed. I was wondering how could we still be mad at each other after that. We had been stripped down from our divergences and connected as human beings, but here we were still as enemies.
Then I’m outside in some big city with skyscrapers and neon lights. I enter a van and someone else is by my side. Zilla is on front seat by the side of the driver. She hands me over a synthesizer she bought but I already have other things on my lap I also bought and she feels angry with my refusal to take up more stuff.
Then on some kind of mall I see a lady doctor famous in my country who is giving an interview about birth and how women should embrace hospital methods instead of this trend of natural child birth at home, cause so much can go wrong and they need medication and blah-blah. I go to her and make a phenomenal speech to counterbalance – not radical, but very well balanced I refute her ideas that seem to approach giving birth as being seriously ill. Then my friend Zilla and others come with a more radical attitude and start making hate speech and mess up everything. I later ask why they did it and they said I sounded to compromising. I told them I had simply used skilful means to pass the message across without conflict. By then I have a group of followers and admirers but among this group there are a few who don’t understand my way of doing things and always create a fuss. I’m on some high room with view over some kind of inner court. People are down there celebrating the result of some football (soccer) game and I comment loudly about the frivolity of such celebration. They get upset. They accuse me of being peaceful and moderate to the outside but quite radical inside and that the radical activists that are around me just reinforce that I am a secret extremist. As I seek to be alone to digest such accusations, these two radical friends of mine follow me and I scream at them to leave me alone, that it is their fault people think such things of me. Walking down a street I encounter another guy that went to school with me. We talk and I conclude the big issue here to be solved is if I am becoming what my father said I would become or the opposite of that. Am I an extremist under disguise or am I really becoming moderate and if so, am I moderate in the sense my father preached (which resembled too much with conformity) or am I moderate due to wisdom and maturity? As I wander through these philosophical matters, I conclude, after all this dream sequence, that my biggest fear of all, is to become like my father or the person my father wants me to be.

03:00 GMT+9

Cat stapled
My cat is showing some discomfort. I cuddle him and find a staple on his belly. I take it off gently. My mom is upset and worried and I search for more. I find lots of staples on his skin. We don’t know how this happened and feel sorry for the poor fellow.

Friends and relationships
I’m in the middle of a crowd who’s watching a movie on an open air cinema. I am by the side of two old girl friends from school and all is fine until it starts raining. At first it’s ok, but my friends start complaining it’s raining too much and open an umbrella. Then not even that is enough and they want to leave. But I’m just fine. The rain is not really wetting me and I say it is just dream rain. Still they leave and I decide to go along. Didn’t go lucid.
Then sitting around a wooden rectangular table with my friends. One is Mara and she says her husband calls her names and I assume he is also violent with her. She asks for advice and I say she needs to get away from him, but she doesn’t want to. Then he also joins the table and I change subject but she says we can go on, that she doesn’t want to make it a secret. My other friend present doesn’t understand this, thinks he’ll get mad and beat her up later but I say maybe she wants to confront him but can’t do it alone, so we should help. He says he likes her, but she didn’t reveal to be the woman of his dreams and so he gets angry sometimes out of frustration. I ask him why doesn’t he simply leave her and go look for that dream woman? I say if my dream guy was Brad Pitt, I would go after him, no matter what and not beat some other guy for not being Brad Pitt. He feels embarrassed by seeing the ridiculous and we laugh together.
Then my boyfriend comes up and he insists on having sex immediately. I don’t think it is appropriate and also I feel like he wants to force me like a punishment for something. He drags me to some room and rips my clothes off but I get really upset with his attitude and I escape from him. Outside I meet this guy who I had a crush for in highschool. I am happy to see him and I follow him. He is climbing some steps to go inside a house. I go to. It’s like an antique shop but with rooms. I lie down on some sofa, my friend who was with me on the wooden table before is here now again and notices my interest in this guy. She says I should go for it right now but I feel bad, I just said no to my boyfriend. Then the guy comes to me and ask if I have some deodorant. I find that question completely dislocated but my friend says he is really into me and wants to be fragrant for me. I feel yuc!

06:00 GMT+9 – wake up

Was exhausted this night. Got home and took a hot bath. I don't even remember laying down in bed. Apparently, I went to bed without my Zeo, eye mask, ear plugs, and without setting my dream journal next to my pillow. So I didn't write these dreams down and didn't note the times.

Internet Cafe
I'm in a quiet room filled with desks and computers. It seems like a library or internet cafe. The desks are cheap plastic and the chairs are folding chairs. My roommate is here and there are maybe just 2-3 other random DCs. I brought my roommate here because he needs to use a computer for something. He was skeptical, but now that we are here, he's finds it useful. Meanwhile, I'm on a computer browsing forums. I stand up and go to a different computer so I can read a different forum. I think that this place could actually make money if it advertised itself as an internet cafe.

Trains, Sex
Method DILD (dreamsign)
Lucidity C
Control D
Vividness C
I'm near a train station. It's reminiscent of the ones I used to use around Los Angeles. I'm in a hurry, running toward the station. I notice the stairways are changing color. The one I'm running toward turns blue. I interpret this to mean the train is arriving soon. I'm just in time and the train arrives. I hop on without buying a ticket. (I once did this by accident, got caught, and had to pay the fine) But I see an attendant checking tickets. She is an old lady. I hop off, buy a ticket, get back on and show it to her. I have to sign my name on it for some reason. Then I drop it in a shoe box with the others.

So now the train is moving. I'm sitting facing inward. The train is about a quarter filled with DCs. I look around and try to imagine what the people are thinking, like I used to do to past the time when I rode the train. I notice several young women on the train staring at me seductively. This has been a fairly reliable dreamsign. OK, I'm lucid. Oops, no reality checks or goals. My control is low. I get up and approach the woman sitting across from me. She is attractive with reddish-brown hair, a red sweater, jeans, and obnoxiously large sunglasses. She gets up too. We have sex. At one point, I put my hand on the back of her head and feel that her hair is now a very short buzz cut. The sex lasts for a satisfying few minutes until the dream fades.

Summoning, Flying, Legos on the Moon
Method DEILD
Lucidity B
Control C
Vividness B
I think this was a DEILD from another non-lucid that I don't recall. I was lucid from the beginning. I start with a false awakening. I'm in the family room of the Daisetta house. It's a large room and I'm alone, laying on the carpeted floor under some bed covers. I think of what to do. I still have sex on the brain so I decide to try summoning a girl. Rachel is the target. My mother walks in to tell me that someone has come to visit. I ask who. I don't recall who she said, but it's not Rachel. I try to roll with the punch. I say to my mother "Oh, will you tell me when Rachel arrives?" She acknowledges and leaves. Moments later, my mother walks back in to say someone else has arrived. "Is it Rachel?" "No, it's your friend from work." I stand up and walk out of the room toward the entryway. It turns out to be Nate, a former coworker. Ugh, this isn't working.

I march out of the house, determined to do something else but I'm not sure what. I rub my hands and look around the neighborhood. It's bright and sunny and it's at this point that I appreciate the vividness. Cool. I start flying and look at the landscape below. I'm having trouble turning again. (I now realize this is my mind obeying the laws of physics and inertia, I'll have to work on that.) I'm drifting toward a hillside. I try to turn but I keep drifting and bumping into the hill. Frustrated, I think I should try something more specific. The moon! I look upward and start flying straight up. Now I have no trouble getting speed.

I'm quickly out of the atmosphere and the ambient light disappears into a starry universe. This is my first time in outer space. I see the moon. It's gray but on it I can see colorful mountains. I think perhaps the moon has become a giant trash heap? Then I miss the moon. Yup, I'm going so fast that I miss and zoom past it. This is kinda scary for a moment because all I see around me is open space. I manage to turn around. Now I can see the Earth and the moon again. I circle around the moon a bit, carefully trying to line up.

Finally, I land on the gray surface. The colorful mountains I saw from far away are actually buildings made of giant Lego blocks. I look around a bit for people from DV. But I don't see anyone. I find myself next to a gray castle-like building. At the entrance is a metal gate that looks like a jail cell. Inside is a dragon made of Legos. He is gray, like the moon surface, except for the yellow accent of the scales on his back, his wing-like ears, and his nostrils. He says in a deep rumbling voice: "Intruder!" I remain calm. I explain that I'm an explorer. He becomes friendly. I talk to the dragon for a bit. I forget about what. At this point, the dream was fading.

I'm in a classroom that kind of looks like it's in a high school, having a conversation about my teacher with the teacher in that classroom (I'm from another class). She says, “His name is Guy, right?” [It is, in real life, but I'm not in high school anymore.]

My mom and I are driving on a dirt road through a big park on a cloudy day. [We're actually sitting in the front of the car this time.] The park has lots of big, dark-green trees in it, and several playground areas. It is located somewhere in the Santa Barbara area. At one point, the dirt road goes right through the center of one of the playground areas, so there's blue and orange play equipment on either side of the road. We stop here, and my mom asks me, “Did you know that this was where your dad and I met?” I say no, and then she tells me the story of how they met.

FA in which I discover that my bed has shifted around until it's sticking out from the wall between the desk and the sewing cabinet. I wonder how on earth I managed to move around so much in the night that my bed moved that far.