non-lucid

Missed Signals:

I'm outside my house on the sidewalk.
There is a man that claims he has proof that I shot someone.
The scene transitions, and I'm now in a restaurant that resembles Bennigan's.
I'm conflicted about whether I actually hurt someone or not, I may have been drunk or high.
There is a work-meeting happening at a table nearby. They are together for a 5-year anniversary. My boss is there.
...
My dad is defending me against the murder accusations.
I wonder (while dreaming) what problem my brain is working through, or what inspired this dream.
But I don't become lucid.

Fragment:

I'm at a game night in a large home. We might have been playing hide and seek.
HM from the tots may have been on my team.

Fragment:

I'm on a grassy hill with someone and it's a bit chilly outside.
We're inspecting the hill for evidence of a person living in it.
We find an air-pipe and water-line device nearby.

Fragment:

There is a battle with a queen-like figure.
It took place in a 2D-platformer game style.

I remember being in a place that seems like an American-style cartoon town. Red barns (like Applejack's) surround a small square and wide dusty streets. They are big, each two floors and then a high barn roof. I have a brief image of being inside one of these, on the first floor. The floor was of light wood boards and the room was large and fairly empty. I feel that there were wrought iron spiral stairs down to the ground floor - though those would be rather out of place in a barn.

Outside there seems to be a small market going on. In the square I examine goods displayed on a wooden table. There are other people milling around, as well.

I was half-asleep when this one came to me. It's mixed in with details of what I was reading when I dozed off and I can remember a bit of a story!

I am in a boarding school - the buildings are somewhat old. All are built in different colours of brick as far as I can see. I'm eating lunch at a small, square table in the large canteen - a little ways off I can see a white brick pillar capped with brown bricks, and beyond it a broad vague expanse. A girl is sitting across from me, but she's nobody I know. She's eating a hot dish - it looks to me like white rice covered with a thick layer of tomato sauce and then sprinkled with walnuts (would this actually taste good???). I notice and register that our school should be a nut-free one, but pass it off thinking that perhaps she brought her own food. I am allergic to nuts.

A teacher (who I recognise) approaches us and sits near our table. As she's talking, for some reason I decide to try a bite of my companion's dish. Chewing absentmindedly, I suddenly remember that I can't eat nuts and spit out the one in my mouth. I see it's been slightly chewed and I feel myself start breathing faster as fear bolts through my body. Meanwhile, the teacher has left some time before without my noticing. Hurrying up to my dorm room I tell myself that this is just a panic reaction and I'll be fine, since I didn't even swallow.

I arrive at the door to my room. The dormitories are laid out along open-air walkways which form a square around a central courtyard and rise for several levels, all in the same white and brown brick: the balconies are white, capped with brown. The walls of the building are brown. A blond-haired boy steps out in front of me and begins speaking, but I push past him and begin heading back downstairs - when I realise I was in such a rush that I forgot to pick up my EpiPen. So I run back, get it, and go back to lunch. But I never suffer an allergic reaction.

Later, a Christmas celebration. Most of the school is crowded into the brown-brick church. It's Victorian-style and reminds me of the chapel on the grounds of another well-known boarding school. Organ music drifts across the snowy churchyard to our ears as we wait for the service to begin. I am outside the church, skipping the service with my friends, the chilly air chafing harshly against my face, and the snow still falling.

I was in the hotel...again, I came to know this by remembering through dream memory, I've been there before.
It felt more like a level Ive completed already.
For some reason in finland, I was lost in this large hotel, it had all kinds of rooms and halls, it was quite ornate, think 17 century french palaces, but a bit less fancy.
Idk what I was looking for, quests I guess...but I knew that there were layers to that realm and I had to switch by them... at one of the doors I encountered the echoes of an enemy or something hostile that took the form of a man, but it couldnt hurt me now, only saw and heard its monstrous echoes...
I went to some sort of dining hall, there were people down there, eating, while I was up there on some sort of balcony, near the ceiling, that was really high, like 200 meters.
There was a girl there, I wanted to ask her for directions but then I woke up.

I've been lazy about editing my journals for posting so I've got a bit of a backlog now. Four more dreams waiting to be posted - including this morning's journal! Nothing lucid yet but it looks like my recall is improving, so that's good. Perhaps I'd better move on to trying some lucid techniques soon.

I'm abroad in a different city. I'm sure this is some mainland European country, though it somewhat reminds me of English country towns. The buildings and walls are built of large irregular cobblestones while the streets are paved in the uneven way that's so common in Corsica (to the detriment of my shoes). I catch sight of a large set of wooden double doors, black, wide but not as high as those I see in Italy and France.

I'm guided to the house where I'll be staying by two men. They both wear glasses and seem nerdy, I think they are a gay couple. In retrospect, I'm quite sure the two looked exactly the same - that, or I saw only one and imagined the second. The two are friendly and I remember them talking and laughing with me. They have brown hair.

I meet two more people later on. One is a businessman - broad-shouldered, black suit, cold expression and an office full of heavy dark wooden furniture, thick books and leather upholstery. He reminds me greatly of a character from one of my favourite series. I don't remember the other.

At one point, I'm wandering the streets in the evening, light spilling out of restaurant windows which display scenes of people leaning towards one another talking, cutlery resting loosely between gesticulating fingers, red wine swilling about in glasses, unfinished dishes on the table. I can almost hear the hubbub of hundreds of conversations jostling to make themselves heard.

It was the last day of elementary school, a lot of festivities and performances were planned in the gymnasium, me along with three other kids, one being a girl I had a crush on during 5th - 6th grade, another being my current best friend I didn't even know back then, and I think the last one was the girl's best friend. We did a short skit, or performance that was maybe three minutes long or something followed by us dancing to either Barbie Girl or a song from the Dutch girlband K3 as ending/credits as the audience would give us an applause! However, we would just continue dancing for the entire song while they kept applauding. We would've done so for the entire 7(?) minute run of the song, but eventually decided to gather in front of the audience and bow, my theatre school instincts kicked in to say "Yes!" as we bowed.

We then leave the gymnasium and decide backstage to hang out together instead of attending the rest of the event (considering it was primary school, it was literally early in the afternoon) We then decided to go to the city, my crush asking me where I live to see if it was possible. Although I was thinking like my current age self while supposedly being a prospective 7th grader, I was still convinced I lived in Utrecht rather than Berlin where I currently live so I'd be good. We went to a supermarket nearby to get some food, but I woke up.

Curse you brain for finally letting me hang out with my crush ;_;

Not much today. I was half-asleep while noting down the dream and too tired to write much - editing it later I've almost forgotten the rest.

I dream of waking up, blissfully slowly, snug and warm and surrounded by bright golden light. It's the kind of light that makes you want to sleep. More accurately, I'm being woken by someone - a man, smiling - who? I don't feel that he and I are close. I lie in a three-quarter bed - a wrought bedstead in shiny gold metal, with sheets and covers in two shades of pink. I think that if Princess Peach's dress were a bed, it would look like this. It is in the centre of a large, bare, bright room. Although there's nothing here I feel warm and safe.

The above is what I remember now, after 10 PM - having woken up at 5:30 AM. Soon after waking I wrote this:

"I dream of two people who are waking me up (separately) at 6 and after 6. I remember they gave me gifts."

Sadly I've forgotten those other details.

I also remember a car driving along a dark road at night, the sky is a deep rich blue. None of the usual trees growing beside the road either. I have a view over a wide open space. The car is a very stylish old sort and of a colour between pink and maroon. It's open-topped and the windows rimmed with silver metal. The license plate only has 6 digits although they all have 7 over here. I remembered the plate when I woke up and now I only remember the beginning: MV0. Actually, I think the second part was BKZ. I am inside the car, seeming to view it simultaneously from several points of view. I'm not driving - there is no driver. I can feel the cool night air and the low rumble of the engine. Looking up at the clear sky fills me with calm and peace, as though I am all alone in the world.

Went to bed around 10:30PM.

Smashing Birthday:

I'm at my friend JM's birthday party. There is a long table setup in a restaurant.
The restaurant resembles one we were at during festivities from my girlfriend's sisters wedding.
I'm working on a tapestry that is inspired by Super Smash Bros as a gift for JM.
I go to sit at an open spot next to his left, but he tells me it is for his girlfriend BH.
The person on the right of JM scootches over to make room so that I can sit on JM's right.

New Old Car:

I'm driving through a nice looking community in a new car.
The car is older, but it is well kept. It smells like leather too.
There are clean-looking wood accents on the doors and console.
I'm driving to a parking garage for the community.
...
I'm in a main receiving area for the community. It resembles the lobby of a fancy hotel.
It is a large open space with a desk at the far end in front of me.
This place resembles the facility a character was infiltrating from the book, Neuromancer.
...
Later I'm leaving the parking structure and I wonder if the older car has high mileage.
I realize that I never checked it before buying it.
I start to wonder if I actually got a good deal or not.
I notice some smudges on the frontside passenger door's wood trim and I rub at them with my finger.
It mostly comes off.

Both recorded at 7:16AM.

247 words for the night.

This dream with the receiving area is interesting. I was recently wondering whether locations I visualize while reading would manifest in dreams or not.
The facility location indeed has, and while the theme and tone of the situation is entirely different from the book, it is still noteworthy.

Went to bed around 11:30PM.

Berries with the Tots:

I'm with JM and JV from the Tots group. We're at a store modeled after the Pokémon Centers from various Pokémon games.
There is a deli nearby in the same store selling lunchmeat, as well as Pokémon merchandise lining shelves on the walls.
I'm looking at some berries, and the perspective changes such that I'm using a menu to scroll sideways through the different berry options.
There are arrows up and down to change the quantity of berries to buy. There is a price that dynamically updates as well.

Recorded at 5AM.

Kitten in the Kitchen:

I'm at a house. I get the impression it is a new thing, as in somebody has just bought it or started a rental arrangement.
There is a front door area with a kitchen on the left. There is a mudroom type area on the right. The layout is vaguely similar to my parents' old home in northern Michigan.
I'm standing in the kitchen near a plate with some food on it. There is a small kitten near the plate, attracted to the food.
The kitten is black and longhaired, similar to how one of my cats from childhood, Oreo, used to look.
I pickup the kitten to show it to my girlfriend who is in the kitchen nearby.
I get the impression the situation is a 'meet the parents' type scenario.
...
I'm with my Grandma P in a bedroom area from the same house.
She seems to be sharpening chopsticks to resell as a business.

Recorded at 6:45AM.

254 words for the night.

Went to bed at 10:30PM.

Teleport Sprints:
I'm in a highschool hallway that reminds me of one from the show, Stranger Things.
HM is there and she has an umbrella. We have a brief conversation about some other function the umbrella has and she leaves.
She's going to catch a bus, and I'm late for that bus. I try to catch up but I can't.
...
I'm leaving JM's house after a game-night, but my car isn't around. I remember that I teleported here.
I walk into the road and find a long stretch of open space.
I break into a sprint and close my eyes. It reminds me of what Ness does in the intro to Super Smash Bros Melee.
https://earthbound.fandom.com/wiki/Teleport
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXs4-M-ZiOg (at 1:02).
When I open them, I've teleported to my childhood home.
My friends are inside and they have used the kitchen chairs to make a fort.
At one point a drink gets knocked into JM's face.
...
I'm with my Dad and my Mom driving on a mountain road. Dad is driving and Mom is in the front passenger seat.
There is a lake far down below us, and my Dad gets too close to the railing.
We go over the edge. We are all panicking less than we should be as we go into freefall.
I start to think about how I can survive. I think about undoing my seatbelt so that I don't get stuck underwater, or opening a door so that the water pressure doesn't hold them all shut.
We impact the water and it isn't that bad. Turns out the water was not as deep as it looked.
The car careens forward and then we do hit a larger body of water.
I wonder if I can teleport my Mom away, but then I realize that I need a runway to do so.
...
I'm at work with GO and CP. We are on the 2nd floor of our building, but it looks like it has elements of my middle school bandroom.
There is a woodshop water fountain (the same one that was in the bandroom) and GO gets water in his face from mis-operating it.
Another DC tells me "the woman is from the Maw, the Underworld".

Recorded at 6:30AM.

372 words for the night.

Parts of these dreams felt semi-lucid. As in, I was using dream control to address situations that I thought presented danger.
I'm excited that my mind gave me a way to teleport. Can't wait to try the teleport sprint in my next true lucid dream

Created Tuesday 07 November 2023

Got a dream and some fragments today. I feel so motivated for dreams again. It's that same enthusiasm I had when I genuinely started LD practices all that time ago. I want to try and maintain that passion, without any baggage of ambition and distraction I've had in that interval...

Scrap Group 1
Wandering around locally during dusk. There were very different looking buildings in the shopping plazas, and far more of them in the spaces that should be empty. There was also another pond near the intersection. It looked more like a dirty marsh.

Riding around town via public transit during a clear afternoon. Seemed like a lot of aimless wandering.

Playing an MvC2 match. I thought my opponent was an old friend. I was using Magneto, Storm, Cyclops on player two side. He was using Magneto and I believe Cable, with Sentinel as an anchor. The background was The Abyss. I'm sure IRL he's way better at me in this game than I'll probably ever be. It came to a surprise when I not only took the initiative, but that he didn't respond to my fumbling a faux Rom-loop (used medium punches instead of light kicks; shouldn't be possible). I did a bunch of lazy day one resets to keep the pressure going. I finished with a no-confirm thrown out super, which he responded with his own. A silly DHC escalation followed, ending with my Cyclops beating out his Cable. A similar event happened later on. I reduced him down to his Sentinel, which he played substantially better. He got me with some solid Rocket Punch fly loops. I was left with a low health Magneto. More cheesy resets got me the win.

Spoiler for It's a long one:

Dream 1 - Incursion of the Wicked God

Several forgotten scenes before this point. The visuals were mostly clear. I was walking through the hallways of an office tower, the floors green and walls white. Another figure was with me. This just so happened to be God of Destruction Beerus from Dragon Ball Super. He alone was displayed in anime style, contrasting the realistic surroundings. I was supposedly acquaintances with him. Still, I chose my actions carefully, lest I unwittingly incur his wrath. I "understood" that we were looking for a certain food stall. Indeed, we did pass a few kiosks along the way.

"Are we almost there yet?", Beerus asked.

"Yes. It's close."

One stall we were nearing seemed very suspicious. On closer look, there was some faint, dark aura emanating from it. Suddenly, it began to shudder in place. A strange, rippling force roils out, enveloping the God of Destruction before he could respond. Soon, he's trapped in some kind of floating panel, inside of which was an entire extra-dimensional plane of glowing violet. And then, a feminine voice echoes from the other side, cackling in a squeaky laugh. Beerus' eyes furrow into a serious expression. He mutters a name I couldn't comprehend. Whatever it was, Beerus presented them with an unpleasant appellation. "The Wicked God", if I'm remembering it correctly.

"This is my world now!", asserted the chortling voice.

The portal slowly began to close. As it did, Beerus turned to me, his gaze stoic, almost peculiarly relaxed. "Mortal, this planet's fate is left to you. Now run." With these words, the panel closes, and vanishes.

Following sound advice, I turned tail and and rushed to find an exit. I glanced back, where I saw that the evil force was steadily spreading its corruption. Every surface it touched was immediately covered in some kind of pink ectoplasm. On closer look, this had semblance of pulsating flesh, complete with veins blue and red. It was further accompanied by a cacophony of horrible moans, surging exponentially in volume as it drew near. All the more reason to hurry!

After a minute of sprinting, it seemed I'd a good lead away from the horror. Instead, I found that the corruption was approaching from almost all sides. Every visible passageway seemed to lead to a dead end. With my choices dwindling, I took the nearest closed door. This took me to an alcove. By chance, this had a window out. I peeked down, only to see I was miles above ground. How tall was this building?! Well, no other option. Looks like I'm gonna have to jump!

Only a few seconds of descending allowed me to finally see what was below. It seemed to be a bare dirt lot. A decent size for a normal apartment building, but comically narrow for a structure this big. To my left and right, the building's granite-colored walls partially enclosed the lot in narrow wings, these probably having just enough vlocume to fit a room on each floor. Awkward architecture, but that was the least of my worries, as I saw the windows of each floor zooming past me.

"Oh God.", I grumbled. "I'm gonna have to 'Baki' my way out of this, won't I?" After briefly glancing around, I decided that trying to cling on the left wing was a better gamble. "Bye bye, soles of my shoes..." I noticed then I was wearing white sneakers with green soles. Since when did I own these? I'd also some dark colored sweat clothing. Regardless, I'd urgent matters. Extending my legs, I thrust my feet on the wall. I was bounced away a few times, but eventually, I was able to slide down, slowing my fall substantially. Despite all the smoke-hot friction, my shoes made it out intact. Heck, I was equally amazed and grateful that my legs weren't mulched into tomato sauce.

I then found myself dangling on a concrete window sill. There was still a ten story climb down. Quite a climb, yet only a mere fraction of what I'd dropped from. I now noticed a cast-iron fence gating the lot, built all the way to my level. This too seemed nonsensical at the time. At least it would make for better handholds.

I made it down to around the three story level. Immediately outside the lot was a pathway between apartment buildings, all bordered by rickety picket fences that'd long lost their coating of paint. To my right were urban streets. Some retail-under-apartment buildings were visible across the road, a few shops covered with roller doors. Despite the shabby conditions, there was a surprising lack of graffiti.

Anyway, more clambering. I made it to around the second level, when there was a sudden disturbance below. That evil energy was amiss, evinced to the disturbing sounds of tearing flesh. The wooden fences folded, and collapsed on a pile towards the lot. From the debris, a figure steps out. It was a light skinned girl in her early teens, if that, standing no higher than 5' tall. Her blonde wavy hair was cut at shoulder length. She wore a Victorian-era styled dress, colored white and lined in red. This was the Wicked God. Pure evil, disguised in the form of an innocent waif.

"You're too late.", she yelled with a lilting voice.

The girl, smiling warmly, waved and gestured for me to go to her. I froze momentarily to contemplate my situation. Should I attack? Should I run? No. Don't provoke her. It's probably what she expects. Stay calm, do what she says, humor her for a bit. Buy time until you can find a way out of this. Shouting back, I agreed to meet with her.

I continued climbing, if reluctantly, turning my attention to any handholds on my way down. Once there was only about 10ft left, I made a wide jump atop the pile of wooden wreckage. But, the being wasn't there. "Hello?", I called out.

Then, from behind, it jumped at me with a terrible screech. Now, the creature's face was distorted into a horrific countenance. Her eyes were sunken deep into her skull, the sockets and lid peeled inside out. Furthermore, her lips were stretched far past human proportions. Yet, her teeth, impeccably white and straightened, remained normal.

I recoil, and scream. Only barely do I keep from losing it entirely. "Gah! You coulda scared me to death"! I gasped desperately for air.

The spirit chuckles, as her face reverts back to normal. "You won't go that easily.", she responds. That wasn't very encouraging. The girl walks past me towards the building. As she did, I discerned that she wore black leather punk boots. Anyway, she extends her hand at me. "Shall we?" I take a deep breath, and comply. Her skin, pasty, yet not unnaturally pale, was nonetheless oddly clammy. Her grasp was sensitive. So frail. Fragile. Like a withering daisy. Part of me thought I could break her in half, and get this whole matter over with. But deep down, I knew that was wishful thinking. Whatever this thing was, I was only looking at a very small fragment of its entirety. I would've just been snuffing out a tiny spark within an inferno.

She lead me into the nearest door back into the supersized skyscraper. We were met with a u-shaped stairway, constructions mostly of wood. I followed her up. Besides poor lighting, nothing seemed amiss at first glance. But as I ascended further, I noted a faint violet hue. It was the only sign I wasn't in Kansas anymore.

After making it up a level, my captor/host speaks. "Could you help me pick out clothes those kids wore in the 90's?", she asked. "When this is done, I'm gonna do a dance. And I wanna look so cute doing that!"

I didn't even bother trying to find reason in this, choosing instead to fire out my surface thoughts. "We could probably try that now. You know, I think I saw a clothing store earlier. It was across the street. We could turn around and-"

"Mortal,", the waif interjects jadedly. "It would take eons to explain the intricacies and morphology of a nether being to one such as you." Ouch.

"Well, I was just trying to be help. I mean it's not that far..." I trailed off from there.

We walk for a bit longer. Then, the fell deity began muttering a reminder to herself. "Let's see, what did I need again? Black Baptists? Red Priests? Some goblins? Field[?] raiders?" She repeated this a few times.

I 'recalled' one-upping such opponents in previous scuffles. "That doesn't sound so bad", I thought to myself.

The girl glances back at me, as if she'd read my mind. "Oh, and Banko[?] gods.", she blurts loudly, sly grin on her face.

"Yeah, that would do it...", I sighed. No idea what those things were, only that they would spell certain doom. All things considered, I felt quite composed. I was only a bit miffed, at worst.

At the third floor, I'm finally pulled out of the stairway and pointed to another door. The Wicked God opens it for me. "After you.", she implores. I take a deep breath, and step forth.

The dream suddenly goes black. A faint impressions of a hallway lingered momentarily. Before I knew it, I wake up.

Went to bed around 12:00AM.

Social Learning:
My girlfriend and I are at a show. Reminds me of where I saw a comedian recently.
We were seeing Game Grumps live.
I see Arin sarcastically running through the crowd giving people high-fives and think how stupid those people are for being excited.
But then he comes my way and I put my arms up, and I touch his finger. I get super excited, and think I get it now.
At some point during the show the seating is gone and there are people sitting on the ground, with some tents set up at several points.
My girlfriend and I tried to sit together but we ended up separated due to some social convention.
She is further back, due to said social pressure.
...
Later we are in an upper level area, maybe it was some sort of after party.
It vaguely reminds me of my Grandma M's patio/garden.
E from highschool marching band is there, and she looks older than I remember her.
There is a documentary about WW2 on, and she gets visibly uncomfortable because she is German.
The documentary is talking about how the war is over, but beware because evil tends to stick around.
I can recall dropping my headphones several times and then trying to pick them up, but then they were inside the documentary and I couldn't.
They are the white Bose NC700s that I no longer use.
...
At some point the dream has transitioned into more of a comic-book theme.
Captain Marvel is there, but he is a guy.
We are on a spaceship.
Captain Marvel changes into Superman, and teleports away.
Somebody else explains that he was teleported away because he didn't have a real super power.
I argue with this person and tell him that super-strength is definitely a super-power.
My landlord is present and for some reason I need to change clothes in front of him.
I'm hesitant, but he tells me I have done it before and it isn't a big deal.

Recorded at 7:03AM.

Slime Time:
I'm in a first person shooter game, where my weapons is my hand throwing green slimeballs.
The graphics are similar to that of Psychonauts 2.
I can recall thinking at the time that the person playing should aim a bit lower that they want the ball to land.
I'm now watching somebody else play the game.
The player is trying to hit green slime monsters with the slimeball.
The player makes the adjustment I am thinking about and starts to land hits.

Recorded at 7:09AM.

420 words for the night.

My childhood friend's house. This house is small (ish), old, rickety and crooked. It has some charm to it. There are several articles of furniture in lime green, enough to form a colour theme. From the kitchen, with an oven squeezed against the wall on the uneven wood floor, carpeted stairs rise up twisting round against the walls. The treads of the stairs are sunken with age.*

After we climb some way up the bizarre stairs, we get to the top, our heads almost bumping against the ceiling. The stairs finish in a dead end, the banister folding neatly around to form a balcony of sorts. Beyond, seemingly attached to the ceiling, are a large partly-open leather bag, its zipper facing towards us, and an irregularly shaped red box with a centre clasp opening. He tells me there are two spare rooms at the top of the house and he has the bigger one (his parents have the other). They have high security. To enter his room, which was once his grandma's, one must be his grandma or a trusted individual and say the correct password. I don't know any password and feel uncertain as I squeeze my head and shoulders into the opening of the box. But the next moment I'm inside the room and so is he.

His room has light grey carpet, a heavy old wooden table in the centre of the room surrounded by half-height bookshelves. A tall window in the corner opposite the entrance is framed by heavy floor-length curtains. The view outside is of a bright white sky interspersed with pale clouds.

I don't remember what we talk about but later on he has to go talk to someone else, another girl. I leave the house. But soon after I go back in. I'm jealous. I'm surprised at myself for feeling this way - for in real life, I don't have the slightest crush on him. I creep back up the stairs until I am again in front of the strange double entrance. From the further one (to his parents' room) I hear voices. That's where they went. I once again insert my head and shoulders into that box to enter his room while holding a small, dusty old blue cloth-bound book. I crouch down and place the book on his table trying to be as quiet as possible. I lean against the wall intending to listen in, but I don't hear anything.

From time to time I hear noises. I hear his parents come back home and move about below, and try to hide against the thick curtains unless they hear me. But they evidently don't, so I come out. Then I hear him returning to his room. I start to hide behind the curtains again but I realise I won't be able to stay hidden for long while he's here. So I bravely stand up as he enters. He sees me, is surprised for a moment, but laughs. I tell him, embarrassed, that I'm only there for the book. But his teasing eyes say he knows that's not the truth. Blushing hotly, I say goodbye and leave his house, hurrying away down the road.

*It need not be said that his real house looks absolutely nothing like this.

Day 3 (Tuesday 31.10) is not one I'm comfortable sharing, and I also remember very little of it. I experienced the dream as an invisible observer and played no part in it. Today's I remember a little better, but it is still two fragments. I believe I unexpectedly became lucid at the end.

A white, pink and grey house. It's a modern bungalow. A relative (grandfather?) of mine lives here. In the large kitchen-living room is a counter, black granite on top, pink sides. A variety of kitchen utensils on top of it include a shiny silver, tall teapot. Full-length windows wrap the side of the room that faces outside. It's snowy out there, some shrubs and spiky winter plants peeking through the snow under a blank white sky. I see that there are two small steps down from the glass door in pale beige stone. I remember running in and out of the house, hiding some objects or my own self in black and grey halls and behind doors. However the dream was overall a calm one. I remember sitting curled on the floor, reading. I remember modern white metal baskets and filing cabinets, supermarket bags full of clothes, and some piles of clothes on the floor. I remember conversation and a casually dressed man with longish dark brown hair and a small beard on his chin. I remember cooking, walking on a snowy road to get here. All the other recollections are too vague to be put into words. Faint fragments of emotions, flashes of images and indecipherable, tenth-of-a-second beeps of sound and glimpses of movement. I feel sorry to have forgotten what I feel was an eventful and interesting dream.

Later. A white box room, no windows or doors. Someone is in here with me. Suddenly I become aware that I am dreaming. Elated to have achieved lucidity, I want to test the limits of the dream and see what I can do. I think: 'how about flying?' and move my arms a little away from my sides. Then I am spiralling up into the air towards the ceiling of the small square. I can look down at the same time as I see myself from above, looking upwards to the ceiling. I feel an incredible rush of joy and lightness while my companion is looking up at me. But it's short lived. As I'm about to go through the ceiling I feel the dream slipping away from me. The scene itself seems to break away from my consciousness and spiral downwards into blackness until it disappears.

While losing my dream I saw my bedroom, with lights on, appearing. I don't know now if I woke up or fell into a deeper sleep. I remember waking up later, to the sound of my alarm, in darkness.

Went to bed around 12:00AM.

Messy Awakenings:
I have a false awakening on my couch (where I currently was sleeping in waking life).
My uncle J is sleeping nearby. My dad is there and tells me that I should move to the bed so I don't hurt in the morning.
I heed the advice and head to my bed. When I entered the room, my sister is in my bed and there are some blankets and pillows on the floor.
The room is larger than I recall in waking memory but I don't pick up on the inconsistency at the time.
So as not to disturb my sister, I lie down on the floor and go to sleep.
While I don't recall exactly, I think this is where I must have reality checked and became lucid, because I realized that I had just gone to sleep, so I should reality check.
I'm now lucid in this larger version of my bedroom. My first thought is to take a deep breath and try to stabilize the dream.
But I'm not lucid enough to follow through and start engaging the senses. I only get through the deep breath.
While I do start to think about the dream being 'biological virtual reality', I don't truly engage with the question deeply.
I see a window at the end of the room and remember that I want to go to a new landscape.
I recall the blink-and-snap method for traveling from a Daniel Love video.
I close my eyes, imagine a grassy forest environment, and snap my fingers.
The ground underneath me has transformed into AstroTurf, but no forest.
I lose lucidity shortly after this.
...
Sometime later, I've regained lucidity and I'm with a girl that I know is my sister's friend. We're at my Grandma's condo.

Spoiler for Spicy Content:

She's angry with me about something. Out of pocket, I say "Well obviously the solution is to blow me."
Surprisingly, she agrees. I'm pretty excited about this. Another girl shows up and joins her. I can see the details of their faces...and what is on them.

When the activities are over, I consider whether I actually did finish in waking life.
I'm concerned about that, but it also transfers to the dream. I hurriedly try to make my way to a bathroom to inspect myself.
I'm now at the top of the stairs at my grandma's current condo. As I head down the stairs, it makes a lot of noise to my dismay.
But luckily it doesn't alert anyone.
I find a side door that I think leads to the bathroom.
There is an in-between passage that has another set of doors past it. There is a black poodle dog in here.
My sister is hot on my heels, and she chases me into the room.
But I hide behind the door as it opens (that's a classic trick of mine) and she doesn't find me. The dog gets a bit crunched as the door opens, but it doesn't mind.
After this I sneak my way to the bathroom to inspect, but I lose lucidity along the way.

Recorded at 1:08AM.

War Games:
I'm in a war. In the moment, it felt like a training camp, but later the dream treated it as if it had been actual combat.
I'm with a group of people, perhaps a platoon. The area is sandy and surrounded by wooden walls on all sides.
We're running forward trying to reach cover. The cover is on the left, and there is an enemy soldier sitting on a chair on the right.
I can't recall, but I may have attempted to shoot the soldier in the chair as I ran for the cover.
...
I'm in a room. We've lost the war, so I'm being held there as a prisoner.
I'm thinking about whether my friends are OK and what will happen to us.
TH from somewhat recently at work in waking life arrives at my holding area.
He is there to tell me that the others are OK.
Then, back to isolation.
...
Sometime later my niece shows up at the back window (the window is up high, since the room is partially underground).
I try to hide under a desk in the room because I don't want her to have to deal with her uncle being imprisoned.
She doesn't find me.
...
A phone in the room rings and I answer. The person on the line tells me that there might be a chance of me getting out.
There is a form that I can fill out and if done correctly I can leave isolation.
I pickup the form and go outside to where the guards are outside.
I approach them and ask what my options are.
One part of the form is asking whether I actually killed any enemy combatants.
I honestly couldn't recall if I had killed the man in the chair, and the guards seemed compassionate to my memory inaccuracy.
...
I'm in a cafeteria eating, so perhaps they let me go.

Recorded at 7:53AM.

Bathroom Wonder:
I'm in my childhood home, it is about highschool timeframe.
My friend DR is visiting, and my brother and him are across the hallway playing Super Mario Bros Wonder in the basement living room.
I'm in the downstairs bathroom, trying to rub one out. I recall thinking that I had been playing Zelda Twilight Princess recently (but I'm not sure why this detail is here).
The toilet I am sitting at is on the opposite wall that it should be,
I can hear my brother and DR talking about how good of a game Wonder is, in terms of the level design and how the music interacts with it.

Recorded at 7:53AM.

940 words for the night.