non-lucid

07-29-2017 -- Well, this one is strange and abrupt. First thing I can remember, I am walking to Lucky or Thrifty for a bottle of soda, it is late at night, and there is this little kid who is asking me all kinds of questions. All I can remember of the conversation is being very snarky with all my answers. All I remember of the setting is being roughly at Tamarack and Dale, walking along. There is a creepy vibe, nothing with me and the kid, but just an odd feeling that something is wrong, just underlying everything.

The kid just suddenly reaches the point where he wants to go home, but I still want to get my soda, so he says something that hints at maybe stealing one or something, and I make a snarky comment about hoping he doesn't do so, because that would make him a bad person, instead of the good, but insufferably annoying person that I think he is. Anyway, I buy a two liter of A&W and stick it in my pocket, and we leave the store. We are soon walking on Tamarack headed for Hickory, and as we pass a very large black girl (late teens to early 20s) she makes some sort of rude and slightly threatening comment to me, and I can't figure out why. Can't see anything I've done or said to her to deserve it. Kind of glance at some slightly punk teen blacks in the area who don't seem to have any problem with me, and they just shrug, with no idea.

The kid sort of vanishes, so we probably passed his house and he wandered off. I am now walking down Hickory, and the ground is very wet, with puddles I am trying to avoid, and a couple of the black punks are doing the same, and we almost kind of get in each others' way in trying to avoid the puddles, but again, it causes no actual problems. Though I almost think there may be issues when I am forced to jump over someone's 10-speed, and I don't jump far enough and land on the middle of it. Thankfully, I am very light on my feet, so no harm done.

I wander along, now alone, and soon reach Greenleaf and cross over to my own block, and run into friends or associates at the corner house. This gets really weird, really quick. Me and a guy here are good friends, and somehow as a sort of a prank, he has got me dressing up in a powder blue sweater that belongs to one of the girls, and we are making comments to try and make her look at me closely enough to notice. The other girl (both of them are fairly cute at this moment, but that will change quickly) makes a comment about how she fills it out far better than I do, while the other is holding up various bits of lingerie and commenting on how I ought to try wearing the rest of her clothes, and I'm completely out of my depth.

The comment about filling it out better is becoming absurdly true, as the two girl are morphing into very freakishly odd people. The one whose sweater I am in has now got a set so large they are hanging down past her belly button, but that is almost normal, compared to the other. She is now over seven feet tall, dangerously thin, and wearing a sort of iso-skeleton-like set of crutches to even allow her to stand, while wearing a slightly see-through top, with her pair hanging down to her ankles, looking almost offensively freaky. We're all walking down the street, talking, and our discussion is turning more and more to spies and secret agents and handlers, and things are changing again.

I am still physically there, but I am turning into someone else, who is kind of whining about who I am being forced to handle, because it turns out the agent (or more properly the 'asset' 'I' am supposed to be keeping under some kind of control is Bellatrix Lestrange, and she's a stone-cold killer and bat-shit crazy), and the whole 'game' is getting out of hand. I turn off to walk into my back yard (though I am not me) when a poorly maintained lime green car turns into the driveway, and I start to run through the side yard toward the alley, because I know it is my handler, and I figure I am either in trouble for not controlling Bellatrix well enough, or for something evil that she's done, and I fear they are either going to kill me, or force me to do something horrible, so I am on the run.

Expecting to be shot at any moment, I dodge sideways through the supposed fence between my yard and the neighbors' yard, then into the alley and down a few yards. As the scene starts, I am Harold Finch from Person of Interest, but within a few seconds, he's the handler that I am running from.

There has just been a lightning strike, moments before I reached one place in the alley, and I climb the fence into a backyard that just had its satellite dish fried, where I run into a slightly older version of Claudia Christian, who is my sister or my girlfriend (not sure which), who is also forced to handle a crazed psychopath, and we're muttering about getting out of the 'game' while grabbing our things and trying to run out onto Dale and away, when we come face to face with another agent who looks kind of like a near-death Carrie Fisher with a gun ready to shoot us if we don't stop. Very strange and disjointed.

07-28-2017 -- Starts slowly. Driving around Orlando, trying to figure out how to get certain places. Taking what is probably to 408 to it's end over by UCF, but calling it one of the odd-numbered toll roads like the 417 or 429. Eventually somewhere more over near downtown, wandering around with Dale, and perhaps KPSB or Nick W. Maybe. Anyway, there is somebody that is somewhat punk-ish, but I still think or still hope is OK, and Dale ends up painting their picture, and does a remarkably decent job at it, so they don't destroy it or tear it up, but let him continue. Meanwhile, a cat gets its head stuck under a rock, and four or five other cats and kittens help to move the rock enough to free it and save it. Cool.

Meanwhile, there are a couple of girls, seemingly somewhat homeless or something, possibly with several kinds of various ages that they are trying to care for, and I am helping them put some groceries in a fridge, while a couple of older ladies come by who seem to be trying to help them out a bit. They seem to be trying to provide significant help, because they have bought 5 or 6 prepaid trac-phones for the girls to use, which seems like a fairly good investment for a couple of girls who they've just run into on the streets. Problem is, the girls seem to be involved with the punk and his friends, who are also punks, and who no longer have anything to do with people I know.

The punks are seeming to get more threatening, and because I dare even talk to the girls, are starting to push me around slightly and act like they may be starting to steal some of my stuff. Anyway, things move on a bit, and I have hiked through the downtown area for a distance, until I run into several of the girls and kids again, near the hospital, where they seem to be trying to get some help, trying to sign up for benefits or something, while seeking minor medical aid. A bunch of us are sitting in the area, and being called on one at a time to speak forth our relationship, and I end up calling out something like concerned bystander, and am trying to help out by explaining the ladies who helped them out with the prepaid phones in the hopes that it will help them get benefits. But the guy in charge is explaining how the biggest need is for a stable address where they can get mail which is not owned by the council. (Yes, my dream is starting to sound British here.)

Eventually I leave the hospital, and head back to the area where I started in, and am starting to gather up my things, but a couple of the punks are coming back and becoming a problem again. I try to get rid of them, both by sending them off to the hospital, and by warning them that the girls are my friends, and they will be mad at them if they pick on me, but they continue lightly shoving me, and making grabs for some of my stuff. By this point, I've packed all my stuff up, and am wearing two large backpacks (one of them a European-style hiking pack) and pulling two large suitcases, and am simply trying to get away. I've got my Corolla parked around the corner, but they have at least one motorcycle, so I don't want to lead them to it, but want to lose them, first, then get in the car and drive away.

There are a couple of uniformed cops standing around, and I am considering going to them for help, but I decide against it for now, and move a block over and head down the road a bit. At one point I put a little distance between myself and the guy following me, but then a lady gets knocked to the ground by the crowd and he helps her back up, and says something about being an Uber driver. I ask him about it a few minutes later, and he admits he is not, and says he just said that because I was an Uber driver. Odd stuff.

We wander through a flea market-like area where I am glancing at some used books, but it is getting late and the place is shutting down and locking up, so we have to reverse directions and get out of there, which leads back to walking back the way we came, near where all this started. The one punk is still keeping an eye on me for all the other punks, and I am getting desperate enough to consider approaching the cops to ask for help. If they can distract and hold off the punks for a few minutes, I might be able to get my car and drive away. The problem is, though the cops have not stopped us from walking back into the area (strangely), they are in the middle of blocking everything off, and are holding machine guns in their hands at the ready.

I realize that something is going down, and glancing up, see another machine gun sticking out a window, but notice it is a cop holding it. Things are obviously getting very tense, and suddenly something seems to break, and more and more shots start ringing out. Cops are firing up into the buildings towering around us (this is starting to look far less Orlando, and far more NYC) and people are firing down from the buildings into the cops. I see a couple of cops shot, and collapsing to the ground, bleeding heavily. There is a seemingly homeless woman who is calling out, demanding to give her back her gun, as she could use it better than the person who currently has is, and it seems she may be under cover, but she's shot down. By this time, several of us innocent bystanders are cowering on the grounds. I am actually underneath my backpacks and suitcases, which probably makes me a fair bit safer.

More people are being shot, and several of us are just huddling here, but several others are grabbing us, and pulling us under and inside some of the buildings, hoping to get us out of range of the shooters. Some of the people have been shot, and are bleeding as they are being pulled along, but the ones pulling are hoping they are only minorly injured. Others, like myself, are unharmed, but either in shock or playing dead, and just being pulled along. Big sections on buildings are swinging up or down on large hydraulic systems, opening or closing access to large areas, and we are worried because we don't know what is happening.

One lady (older than the teen girls looking for help, but seemingly younger than the middle aged ladies who were helping) who seems to be in her late 30s or early 40s sees me being dragged along there, and seems to be worried about me, and she is kind of cute, so I am considering getting up and speaking to her, but that's about when I woke up.

9/10/17
A monster hurricane was forecasted for the east coast. For southern New England, snow. I don’t remember anything else.

9/12/17 (L)x3 L2x3 DILDx3 WBTB
I recall very little about the LDs, other than the dominant the color in one of them was gray.
-1-I was driving a blue van in Egypt when I heard the possibility that 3 of the Pyramids were going to be removed due to the nature of their origin. Since only certified people could drive in the place I was, I got a cop behind me. I turned left at the light, and tried to pull over, but the brakes were stiff, as if the vehicle was off.
Lucid Time: 3-4 minutes

Off today, so sleeping in.

Switched to sofa around 3 am as per usual, coz can't sleep on the bed the whole night.

I'm at the US airport. Looking for my flight with another person. Rest of our group is already at the airplane. Looking at the departure board, trying to find my flight to Frankfurt, Germany, but not sure what the connecting airport will be, because thinking it's not a direct flight.

They are already calling us to the gate, and that's how we know where to go. The glass door we try to enter through is exit only and the officer motions to me to go around. I do, then I panic because I don't remember seeing my passports in the bag I packed earlier.

Now, I'm in Scandinavia. Also waiting for a flight or a ride. I finally decide to go buy some local cookies at the place I see nearby. I stop at the museum to look at some crystals and see an exhibit of millions year old slice of a tree.

I ask a guy if there is more crystals ahead. He tells me no, only some poor people housing development.

I keep going towards the "cookie place". I come up to a most beautiful sight. It looks like a shallow lake, with dozens of smallish Viking ships on it. The ships are all dark brown, ornate, all same, and turned the same way, towards me.

I look in the left bottom corner of the lake. The water is see through and inviting. I tell the other person, who now is my younger brother, that this is where we should have spent our time, swimming and playing in the water.

Some strange light comes over the lake, and illuminates small parts of it, as a sun peeking through clouds would do. The water turns incredibly beautiful tropical blue and I'm ecstatic. I start taking pictures with something that looks like a drink pouch, lol.

Yesterday:
I'm attending some class teaching english. Few classes in, I'm suppose to go to the next one, but it's 6 pm and I'm tired. I don't want to go, since It's for beginners and I'm not a beginner.

The classroom is attached to some church type of a building. I'm escaping from there. Manage to get myself to some sexual situation before I leave.

In a shed, still by this church, telling someone about lucid dreaming.

Morning of September 11, 2017. Monday.



My dream is non-lucid, yet I am aware at one level that I am making my world and the events that unfold and I understand my dream’s autosymbolism while I am in it without recalling what a dream is.

I am with my wife Zsuzsanna on a city bus. I am aware that the setting seems to be the north side of La Crosse (though Zsuzsanna has never been in America in real life).

The bus is rendered incorrectly. Although it seems to be in America and the bus driver seems like a bus driver of whom I knew in real life (also in America), the driver’s side is on the right and the doors are on the left. My dream self does not consider this as wrong though. Zsuzsanna and I are on the right, only a couple seats back from the driver.

Over time, I am uncertain of our destination or of any cohesive backstory. There is a scene where the bus stops near an intersection. I have somewhat of an expectation that it will turn to the right and softly bump the back of a parked car and it does. The driver does not seem alarmed or surprised, but cheerfully comments “oops” and backs the bus up and turns to the left.

I realize that where we get off has something to do with me waking from the dream state. I remember that a bus ride symbolizes the return to consciousness (and that waking symbolism is “correctly” oriented to my right), and yet somehow, my dream self does not maintain viable lucidity or the viable memory of what a dream actually is. (This is difficult to resolve in conscious afterthought but is a fairly common way of thinking in my non-lucid dreams. It is what it is. It is probably a result of over fifty continuous years of dream documentation and study, and resolving most of them.)

I do not consider that I could just wake up by willing it (even as in certain non-lucid dreams) as I have done in many past dreams. I think that the bus stop I have to get off at in order to achieve consciousness is on the right side of the street when going south and is near the Rivoli Theatre (the bus stop sign being unrealistically high, nearly as high as a traffic light), but I do wake before we reach the area.

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Time and time again, for over fifty years, I have written about how the preconscious is never dominant or aggressive (other than when biologically premonitory) when I am already willingly in the waking transition (albeit, typically subliminal as such), and it is as true here as always. Here, the preconscious (bus driver) even cheerfully allows me to deliberately cause the bus that he is otherwise driving to softly bump into a car by (subliminal) mental will before moving on. (This bump is likely symbolic of Zsuzsanna and I softly bumping each other while sleeping, since vehicles typically symbolize the human body or holding the mode of unconsciousness in real time.)

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Created Monday 11 September 2017

Got a WILD to note

WBTB, during which I meditated for 15 minutes, then stretched for a bit. Hours of sleeplessness followed before I could finally get a transition.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 10

WILD transition in bed. Frustration from previous insomnia clouded my judgement for most of the dream. I spent several minutes trying to move around. When I could, I tried rolling off bed, only to get reanchored back, making sure to rub my hands each time that happened as a contingency.

At one point, I noticed a gang of punks breaking in and making a mess of things. Wasn't gonna let that slide. While having "Attack the Barbarian" from Streets of Rage playing in the background, I flew out to fight them, striking them with enough force to knock them off their feet. They were each easily taken down in one or two blows. Something similar occurred later, but when I fly off to confront the miscreants, they'd already vanished, leaving me attacking nothing but air.

Various poorly remembered scenes, some of which occurred in other location along with an occasional loss of awareness some of the time. There was something of being in a school, then a beach. At another point, I was wandering the city with my brother, Leon, accompanying him as he looked for a buffet. I'm sure I sounded some other song to do some other fancy dream ability, though I can't say for sure.

Eventually, I lose patience with my efforts, causing the dream state to slip from me.

Morning of September 11, 2017. Monday.



I am walking with two unknown males, a situation of which continued from a very long previous dream sequence. I think about robbing a place, but the details are not clear yet. I eventually realize that I am carrying a Glock pistol. Soon, I “realize” that I am a black female of perhaps about twenty-five years old.

It seems late at night. I go into a small trailer park in an open field where a dense forest is to my left. An unknown black female, but of whom is apparently known to the character I presently am, complains about me being there to rob her again (though I do not recall any backstory for this). Other than that, she does not seem alarmed by my gun. She opens a couple drawers in a large chest of drawers in her trailer. There is a bundle of one-hundred-dollar bills in an even stack, partly wrapped in cellophane. There is also a roll of fifty-dollar bills held together with a rubber band. There are also numerous rolls of coins. I tell her to keep some of the money, including the roll of fifties, but she insists that I take all of it. I put everything in two bags. There are several other items besides the American money, including bottles of perfume and shampoo and small items of clothing. I leave the trailer park, walking briskly east. I see a couple others outside of their trailers on my right, one an older black male of about sixty.

Somehow, it is suddenly daylight now, possibly early afternoon. I am with two unknown Caucasian males (though one reminds me vaguely of Don K from the early 1980s). I am seemingly now a male character, though not fully myself and perhaps about twenty years old. We seem to be going west on Sill Street, having gone past Wood Street and possibly Kane Street. I decide to toss my gun on the ground near the intersection near the trunk of a tree so I am not armed if caught (thinking I would be in less trouble). Still, I consider that may not be a good idea as a child might find it. The others and I continue, but eventually turn right to go north. I continue to carry my two bags.

We seem happy until one of the males looks back and sees another male who apparently knows us. It may be that he will cause trouble or at least be annoying if he sees us and catches up with us. The male who recognizes this other male tells us all to go our separate ways. “I have to try to wake him up,” he says in an authoritative tone. He goes across the front lawns of a few houses on the right side of the street and I am still following him, unsure of the situation. He yells with frustration and waves me off, indicating to me not to follow him. The male who had been behind us is apparently sleepwalking. He has long black hair and a long black beard and has on blue jeans but no shoes, socks, or shirt. He starts cheerfully talking to the male that seems to know who he is. “I can’t understand anything you’re saying,” the sleepwalking male is told, “You’re speaking gibberish”.

I continue to go north a short distance, but then turn around to go through a very narrow residential alley back southward. I am slightly concerned that I might annoy people by going through or close to their backyards but I do not see anyone. At the end of the alley are two closed chain-link gates about chest-high, side by side. Each of the two gates is for a different house, which makes no sense, as the alley goes past all houses on the block and the gates are adjacent to the public sidewalk. Before I get to them, I have to climb quickly up over a couple large full garbage bags and some other objects. At first, I think the gates might be locked, but I am able to open them by turning a horizontal L-shaped bolt lock. The detail is very vivid and realistic in appearance (but unlike any setting I had ever seen in real life). The sense of physical momentum and touch is vivid as well.

A few police officers approach me and look in my bags and ask me where I am going. I see that there are a lot of rolls of coins in them. I insist that everything is mine, but they seem condescending. While pretending that I am totally innocent, I am eventually able to get away. One policewoman seems to think I am okay and seems to see me as being victimized by the other officers. However, a chubby male officer seems determined that I will be caught again and found to have robbed someone, or possibly a bank.

I somehow end up going through the second floor of a business building. There are a few times when I fly after getting outside again, but I end up walking again, as my two bags are heavy. I somehow end up back near Sill and Kane and recall how I had deliberately thrown my gun there (at the northeast corner) but I do not see it. It is daylight at this time.

I am now briskly walking south through the north side of La Crosse (except that it looks more like the south side) and it seems to be night once again. I somehow have my gun again without contemplating that I had gotten rid of it. I am the black female character again. I make sure my gun is holstered in the front of my pants and unseen. I am thinking of finding the Loomis Street house to hide out even though that does not make sense as I am supposedly someone else. I vaguely recall that my sister had died but that my brother-in-law may be there (though they had actually moved prior to my sister’s death, though I was living in Australia by that time). I continue to carry the two cloth bags of money and other items, one in each hand. I notice that about eight people are running towards me, though not directly towards me. I think they may have attempted to rob a closed business but none of them are carrying anything. Police cars go by but they curiously do not stop. (The scene of these looters, including their appearance, was very similar to something I did not know about until after this dream and seeing it on the news, so I am considering this part as prescient.)

I cross the street (which may be a distorted version of Loomis Street, though too commercial) to my right and turn right down a very narrow alley with tall commercial buildings on each side. The alley is not wide enough for a car to follow me through and is at least two city blocks long. However, nearing the opening ahead, I see a puff of smoke going past the edge of a building on the left side of the end of the alley at about head level. It is the chubby policeman, who is smoking a cigarette, who had vowed to catch me. I knock him in the head with my heavy bags and knock him over. The police woman, who seems to be on my side, is possibly going to help me escape now.

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The preconscious modelling itself artificially, or mimicking itself, in needing to wake another dream character (instead of me) is about as surreal and unusual as it gets (even stranger than a false awakening where I am writing down or telling someone about my previous dream). The threads of my dream self identity changing a few times (without any focus on that dynamic) is rather odd as well.

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Created Sunday 10 September 2017

Got a fragment and a dream to note.

Scrap Group 1
Wandering in a vast, fanciful building complex floating in an extradimensional realm. Narrow bridges connected each structure. I found a laptop or a similar device, of which contained dangerous secrets. Various different entities were trying to steal this info for themselves, leaving me to defend it. Pretty sure Dragon Ball characters showed up.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 9


The visuals were a bit blurred. I was watching an Art of Fighting ending clip. A corrupt CEO was seated in his office, waiting anxiously. Eventually, his top enforcer, a huge, sharply dressed giant of a man, enters. Damage on his clothes and shoes made clear previous hardships. He presents his emplyer various papers of unknown contents, though this was obviously what the CEO was expecting. However, it seemed the giant, tired of his line of work, went on to publish this info on his own accord, explicitly to bring the executive to ruin. This ended with artwork of the giant seated triumphantly on a fancy office chair.

15 minute WBTB where I meditated and stretched for a bit. I experienced deep, near transitioned dreamlets later on, but couldn't get relaxed enough for a conversion.

I decided to try the dreamleaf product and see if that affected my ability to lucid dream - suffice to say last night was at least a success.

I took the blue pill before I went to bed, then 4 hours later I woke up and took the red pill. It took a while for me to fall asleep on account of having checked my phone for a minute. I dreamed that I was floating through the sky while beneath me small clouds passed by. I could see a snow covered mountain where I spotted a bearded man climbing. I floated further and eventually the land beneath me was obscured by denser grey clouds. I realized I was dreaming around this point, I could just tell it was a dream. I felt that the dream wasn't very strong, not surprising since I haven't practiced lucid dreaming in a long time.

I was still floating through the sky and decided to let myself go with it, the dream seemed too delicate to mess around with so I wanted to try edge the dream-path towards something gradually. I got about 30 seconds of lucidity before waking up without much happening. As an added note the atmosphere of the dream seemed a bit sinister which is also why I didn't want to mess with it

-F-Something about Mario outside my house at night in the snow.
-1-I was in Antarctica for a while, with painfully obvious timeskips from winter to sunrise. It was cold outside, and I got a small electric shock from a fence. Later, I was near Seattle with family.
-2-There were a couple guys outside with shotguns, so I told a few people inside. Suddenly, everyone in the building ran to the adjacent theater and sat down, when they could have just left Not a single shot went off.

Morning of September 9, 2017. Saturday.



I am with my family mostly as we appear now, though our home seems of a different layout. I have a glass of grape juice with a drinking straw. I do not drink the juice from my glass. Instead, using a funnel, I pour it into the virtual fuel tank of a plastic miniature jeep that is about the size for a child to “drive”. The fuel tank is inside the front of the car near the top, accessible by way of a small square horizontal lid, which implies that there is not a larger standard hood (bonnet). The undersized jeep is facing me though oriented somewhat to my left, with the fuel tank being in the left half.

From here, I attempt to drink the grape juice from the tank by using a straw. Even though the tank seems full and the straw seems to be below the surface of the juice, I cannot seem to suck the juice up through my straw. (There seems to be more grape juice in the fuel tank than had been in my glass.) Some of the grape juice may be a bit gritty. I consider that the straw is not quite reaching the surface of the grape juice but I also illogically consider that I still may be able to suck it up through the air and into the straw, though at another point, it seems to touch bottom. I cannot get much taste or satisfaction out of my actions.

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This is another dream of many throughout my life where a vehicle is analogous to the human body. The fuel tank would symbolize my stomach (especially as it is higher up and at the front - though the orientation of the tank being on the left side would otherwise imply my physical body only if my body was facing downwards, though which makes perfect sense if the wheels are analogous to my hands and feet). The meaning seems to relate that once I have something in my stomach (fuel tank), I cannot undo its presence in my body and additionally should not consider my physical body as a “toy” by drinking the wrong fluids, as well as the jeep itself implying a “battle” related to maintaining good health. Still, I do not drink grape juice very often and no longer drink cola. This dream is probably just a reconfirmation of that healthy choice.

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Got two near-lucid dreams and a scrap to note. To be honest, I'm kinda embarrassed to post this up. I woulda just paraphrased it, but I think maybe it won't be so bad to open up to these things once in a while.

Scrap Group 1
Barely recall something of dealing with a sleazy realtor.

WBTB for 15 minutes before a WILD attempt. No insomnia, but no awareness either.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 7 - Part 1

REM Atonia unwittingly transitioned into a dream. I imagined my guide, E beside me in bed, and though I couldn't see (eyes closed), I did sense her presence nearby. Spent a moment just relaxing, when she suddenly began, uh, licking my face. Just her weird way of showing affection, I thought. Only, she goes on for minutes on end, and even began drooling uncontrollably. Random thoughts of rumors about large pet predators whirled in my mind, where certain instincts would drive these animals to see their owners as prey, and they'd then starve themselves before attacking... wait a minute. Was my guide trying to eat me again?!

I reactively opened my eyes to the sight of E's salivating grin. Unnerved, I asked her to make space, only to have her hold me down tighter. I somehow slipped away from her grasp. I then tried fleeing, but couldn't get far enough. No choice. I had to fight. Using the ancient (fictional) art of Hokuto Shin Ken, I struck her belly and then temple with my finger, causing instant paralysis. Spent a good while thinking up a flashy name for the attack, though only lethal maneuvers came to mind. So, I just left things as is.

Things get unclear. I went to the living room, where dad's watching TV, then I began floating around. Not much else until the dream ended.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 7 - Part 2

Similar REM Atonia transition into a dream. As before, I had E show up, and again, she starts licking and drooling over my face. Suddenly, she whips herself into a frenzy. I tried escaping, only to find myself shrunken down, and I just barely avoided my (from my perspective) colossal guide's immediate onslaught. This chase was quickly exhausting me. With my last bit of strength, I rocketed off as far as possible. But, incredibly, I'd somehow pathed directly into my guide's gaping mouth! Horrible moments were spent getting violently tossed and pressed between her tongue and roof, yet despite as much, I remained unharmed. I even outright mentioned that if I were lucid, I would've likely gotten points for invulnerability (D'oh!).

Woke up not long after.

Created Tuesday 04 April 2017

EDIT: Whoops. Left this in draft mode for the longest. Time to publish it fully.

Oof. Feels like forever since I last posted here. Anyway, I've got two or three DILDs to note, and got this month's bonus task done. There's a large non-lucid portion I can't recall for the first dream, and I generally don't have much to go on for the last two dreams.

Spoiler for kinda long:

Dream 1 - April TOTM 2017 Bonus Task

Scene 1 - From Cosmos to Cabañas
The visuals were mostly clear. I was riding around in a seaside highway during late afternoon, water surrounding the path on both sides. Not certain how, but I eventually realized dream.

This TOTM's bonus task was fresh in my mind. So, I flew out the vehicle, and warped into space. Had to take a moment to restabilize things, and then enjoyed just sailing the cosmos for a while at high speeds. Watching countless stars flowing past my view is always greatly amusing. Anyway, I erroneously looked around for a portal at first, but remembered it had to be a black hole. So, I thought (again, in error) to search in the emptiest point in space. After some more exploration, I found it, a void several hundred yards away, no larger than a hoola hoop in diameter. I stopped, and planned on how to enter safely. But it was too late; I was dragged inside in no time at all.

I found myself flung into a twisting wormhole, its silvery, fluid walls reflecting on pure nothingness. Ah, this again. I cheerfully let this trip run its course.

Finally, I arrive submerged in water. On surfacing, and reorienting myself, I see I'm swimming in a beach during twilight. Several family members were on the shore, including my brother Pedro. We wandered around a shopping district. Had to restabilize, and almost got distracted at someone questioning my actions.

Later, I try recalling some more tasks, but drew a blank. I couldn't think of anything else to do, for that matter. I settled on summoning Eddie, a shapechanging shadow demon from Guilty Gear. I made dramatic commands to have it form into a buzzsaw, and had it spin around for a while. Beside's Pedro's sideway glance, no one paid any heed.

We then arrive at a run down park. Some tour guide handed us chicken empanadas. These were pretty good, though did have a whole wing bone. Not something you'd want in a meat pie. Soon, we're seated a in a fairly large restaurant/bar resembling a cabaña. Got bored. I eventually imagining E, my dream guide, showing up as a waitress. A row of such workers did appear promptly, but none of them seemed to be her.

The meal (or lack thereof) ended quickly. Mom stubbornly took the tab, yet she was clearly distraught with the price. Pedro felt guilty, and urged we do something. That's when I pointed out the whole thing being a dream. I imitated Rick from Rick and Morty (actually Doc from Doc and Mharti), repeating "It's not real, Morty! This isn't real, Morty. None of this is real, Morty!", in a feigned maddened tone, all while unfitting heroic music played in the background.

The scenery collapsed instantly. Transition.

Scene 2 - On Pain of Property Damage
The visuals were dim. I false awakening in bed. I get up to record dream, when I overhear booming noise outside. Some punks were playing music full blast and flashing strobes on their ruined modified white luxury vehicle.

I approach them, and asked the hooligans to keep it down. They pretended not to listen. I repeated various times, until eventually, I lost patience. Got lucid, though I still wanted revenge. So, I erupted flames from my hands to get their attention. Then, I coerced them to do what was asked or leave on pain of property damage. Through heavy accents, they stammered what I believed was compliance. But they took too long fumbling around, and the music had grated on me long enough.

I started to count down from three. The group pleaded to me, but I didn't listen. Two. They rode backwards haphazardly, but only in circles. One. They managed to get to the corner, though still too close for my tastes. Time's up. In a panic, those punks all jumped out of the vehicle. Good on them. With a simple clench of my hand, their car ignites, and promptly explodes. I left them to wail.

Back inside, I locked the front door, and telekinetically did the same to a fictional garage door. By now, I was exhausted. So, I lied back to "sleep", and the dream ends.

Scrap Group 1
At home. My old programming teacher from way back in highschool was giving a lesson right in the lounge. A similar dream occurred later, save for replacing the entire class with unknown women. In at least one of these, I realized the dream. I morphed my hand into various shapes before the dream collapsed.

Spoiler for Media References:

Eddie:

Some I posted on a Subreddit, decided to post them all here in one go. Back at a time when I had many naps throughout the day and plenty of time to dream

Spoiler for May 17th Dream 1/2:

This one is pretty vague but set in a kinda fantasy like town on the outside. The place had snow so it seemed like christmas time with the lights on the houses, anyway I already had a story in my head in this dream. Someone had been doing something that affected my family, selling drugs or what I concluded when I awoke was witchcraft. So I had figured the lady doing this or the one who had access to the higher people in this group of evil, was at the town library. I walked over there and inside it looked like my old home, this struck me as slightly odd but I didn't have time to figure that out. I also had my brother with me, so inside was the lady and she knew what we were up to so she cornered us in the room and pulled out a like a mini machete. This she held infront of us as she explained that we could leave if we got around her. My brother was behind me and I guess our scared looks were a good enough answer for her cause the lights went out and bam! I took action. When the lights were back on I had grasped the machete and wrangled it from her, then killed her with it. At this point we were going to run off but then my other brother came in with a gun and I still had my kill instincts on so I killed him, beat him to death with his gun. Once again we tried to leave but of course someone else came in and it was a guard from the town. We thought we were safe but when I searched the purse of the lady I killed, I found a recording device that had been left on. The guard snatched it and took off, before we had time to worry about that something else happened. We heard a knock at the door and rushed to the masterbedroom and crawled under the bed. However the two women who came in already knew where we were and we looked a bit foolish when the younger of the ladies peeked her head around the corner and stared at us as the older one said stuff about how what we did didn't matter and it wouldn't stop anything. As if to prove her all knowingness, she pointed to the door and the brother I had killed came walking in using a crutch and a bandage over his left eye. My brother next to me and I were so shocked and scared that we scrambled out from under the bed and rushed out the door. The dream ended as we went out the door.

Spoiler for May 19th:

Had a dream that a killer was on the loose and I had done something bad to him so he was coming to get me. When we were aware that he was in our building, my brother and myself ran. The building seemed like one of those raised up beach houses. One of my brothers ran with me and jumped out the window after I did so, we landed on grass. I'm not sure where my second brother went but the first stuck close to me, I had a feeling that going a certain way would lose the killer but sadly when I turned around he was right there. A gun pointed at my face, when he walked closer I felt an overwhelming sense of fear that rooted me to the spot. He placed the gun barrel to my forehead and the first person view made it much worse as he pulled the trigger. I woke up in the dream screaming and my body twitching on the bed, my first brother hit me on the face to stop my screaming/wake me up. When I finally sat up I told him I had a nightmare but quickly said afterwards much more to myself than him, that no I had just had a bad dream. It was early morning, I went downstairs and heard gunshots. The fear and anxiety that followed the sounds pushed me to my knees in the living room, crying, screeching and half trying to stay silent. I violently gripped and shook my head as I saw my death from the last dream play out clear as it could be. I remembered then that he had said before he shot me that it had been me all along, perhaps I had deceived him somehow and not remembered it? Back at the house I rocked back and forth on my heels, still hearing the shots, I'd occasionally dart my eyes toward the window nearest to me as though expecting the killer to appear. It seemed as though only I could here them and as a result I must have looked terrifying crazy, I remember my second brother walking toward me and sort of looking down at me in pity as he spoke. Said something along the lines of, she must be seeing the images. Then that was all, I was still in so much fear that my body was shaking again but luckily I woke up for real soon after.

Spoiler for April 5th Dream 3/3:

I woke up in my current bed, in the morning and was going to open my window when I saw my notebook with a weird title on the front. Instantly I knew my mother did this and the title read, "The Vinegar Story and My Success." When I looked inside I saw my dress drawing designs were coloured in, but with a type of smudgy crayons I guess because the drawings were all blurry. This was really all I remembered so I guess I woke up after seeing the images blurry.

Spoiler for April 3rd Dream 2/3:

It was morning in my current home and I was on my bed petting one of my many cats, this one was named Yod and she was stretched out casually over my lap. I was sitting on my bed Indian style, or legs crossed infront of me creating a hole in the middle for my cat. I suddenly had this thought that she looked really cute and I should take a picture of her, so I grabbed my phone which was nearby and turned on the camera. Then just as I was about to take the picture one of my dead cats, that has been dead for two years in real life, walked into the shot. She didn't walk into the shot on my bed, but rather she was in the shot on my phone and it freaked me out so much that I tossed my phone far away from me. It landed near my mother who looked at me very confused, I would have told her what had happened but in the few short moments I was struck dumb, the dream took this time to end suddenly.

Spoiler for April 1st Dream 5/5:

This one started out with me waking up from my bed, I was in my current home and it was dark out so I assumed around 8 or 9 PM. Once I woke up I got out of bed and noticed a full glass of chocolate milk near the bed. The glass was holding a slip of paper in place that was a reminder for an appointment for my mother to see a Dr. Krusher. I called this out to her, then went downstairs to fix myself a bowl of the food which was pasta. I also looked over and saw that everyone was already starting in on a movie without me, but I didn't know what movie it was and wouldn't know because the dream ended right there.

Spoiler for March 30th Dream 9/9:

There doesn't seem to be a clear point of view from this dream, but it is more like the way you would describe someone's actions in third person but never being quite at the center of the action. The setting starts off with some people looking up towards the sea surface, they are under the surface far below so the light that shines down is quite dim. Then gradually a shadow appears over the water and blocks the light, our point of view or rather camera view zooms in on the shadow until we have breached the surface of the water and we are now look up at a giant Octopus the size of a house. (Not sure how big they get in real life.) The detail on this water creature is really good and you can spot some discolourations on it's skin, but it's mostly a dark grey colour. The view then zooms up and out so we can see how the Octopus is above the water and out of it, a few feet away from the water actually. Some balloons are held in it's tentacles and that is what weakly holds it's massive weight. The balloons I believe were blue and fit the light blue sky as it was morning. This poor Octopus was was trying to join the other creatures that were floating away and almost out of sight beyond the fluffy white clouds, but it seemed that whenever the Octopus was getting somewhere; gravity dragged it down again almost into the water and many times just to scrape the surface before rising again. This was how it went until the dream ended.

Spoiler for March 28th Dream 1/1:

The setting is my old home, it's and the clouds seem to have piled up over the moon. While this light was slightly blocked, I found myself running away from something inside and my mother ran with me. It seemed that we were either in the middle, end, or start of a zombie apocalypse and that was what we had been running from. My mother and I ran with great fear, or atleast I had my heart pounding, I'm not entirely sure of my mother's emotions but she seemed to be running with me to protect me. We ran out the gate that lead into the back of our yard, this was on the right side of the house as it would have been in real life, then for a brief moment we crouched down infront of the house but still to the left side and rested. While we were resting, another person with a hefty weight around the gullet walked out from the right side calmly until their face was slightly illuminated by the street lamps. The figure, the man, was Alfred Hitchcock and there was no mistaking it. He started speaking but either we couldn't hear him or I didn't remember his words. Only that we were in a movie and waiting fearfully for anything to pop out either near him or us. But as my eyes darted about to each shadowed area, of which there were many, I found that I wasn't seeing anymore for I had awoken.

I took a nap from 12PM-1:44 PM. It felt like the best sleep I've gotten in a long time.
Yet, my Fitbit tells me it took me 41 minutes to fall asleep ( ) and that I spent 60 minutes being restless. SO, I actually only got 44 minutes worth of sleep.

I also had some of the best/most vivid dreams I've had in a long time. Too bad they were scary.
In the dream, I was standing in the driveway, talking with my husband. The sky was lighting up with lightning. Hubby kept missing it because it was behind me (lol). Just as he finally noticed, fire and fireballs started raining down from the sky in the distance. I ran for the house. Hubby seemed unconcerned. I wanted him to come inside, but he wanted to go back to his house.

The next thing I recall is of being in the car with Paula. I was telling her to buy as much non-perishables and water as possible because who knows how long a war would last. She scoffed and said it would be over in 2 weeks. Then I saw massive infrastructure and crop damage and I told her those no way to know how long it would take for repairs and to be prepared.

Then I was in my yard. The outside was an apartment complex I lived in a long time ago. The inside of my house was a weird mesh of mine, my hubby's, and my grandmothers homes. In the yard were 2 snakes. I was worried about them, so I brought them inside. I found out later that the big one was a python and the small one was poisonous. There was a little girl and many animals with us and I was afraid the snakes would kill them but I couldn't find the reptiles to bring them back outside.
We did find a cockroach though (major phobia of mine). There was another couple with us and they helped me look for and squash it.

Then, I found the python. I had a cane of sorts and he went right on it. But went back and forth across it, toward whichever hand was holding it at the moment. When I brought him inside, he was brown and yellow colored. As I dropped him off at what looked like a decaying whale tail in the weeds, he was purple and blue.

In another dream, I was walking the mall with my family. My (deceased) grams was there. I went down a couple water slides- the slides of which that formed with the push of a button at the start... then the dream transformed into a sort of Sonic the Hedgehog game. I was a character, racing around a board, fighting bad guys and finding secret levels which were like the Sonic loops. You'd have to time everything perfectly and jump off the heads of the bad guys to platforms above them. I kept dying and losing my weapons lol.

I made it out of the game and was in a locker room. There were shower supplies in ziplock baggies and the toothbrush was extra long because it doubled as a loofa holder to clean your back with I was extra sweaty and my nipples ripped holes through my shirt so I was trying to discreetly cover them.

A phone call and the heat from my bedroom woke me up. But that's for RRCC