non-lucid

1 pt non lucid
2 pts wbtb
= 3 3 + 105= 108 for total contest

3 Step Goal:
Fly
Element Manipulation
Practice a Waking Life Hobby

Personal New Goals:
Voyage through a crack I make in the earth
Find my dream house
Take a magical train to another country

Week 2 task Intermediate:
Put on a halloween costume and gain the powers/abilities of the costume.


I was working in this pet store. It was really odd. There was one huge tank in particular that was like a big globe w/ a see through bottom & was way up in the air. I was almost under it but to the side. I saw a shark in it & shot at it which shattered the tank. Everyone was mad at me & we were all scrambling to save the fish & other creatures in the tank. I found these 3 kittens that were the size of a new born kitten & they were gasping for air & soaked. I didn't know how to help them. I was so confused because I couldn't tell if they were like some sort of "catfish" & were gasping because of not being in water or if they were essentially almost drowned some how.

Did wbtb but don't remember the last dream because I couldn't hold onto it due to a disruption in the house.

Ritual: Ongoing dry spell. I'm not sure what caused my focus and motivation to diminish so drastically, but neither has been sufficient in months to deliberately achieve lucidity. Even when I thought I've been motivated, I haven't been able to concentrate properly, or pay sufficient attention to the stages of sleep. Less attention to dreaming in general means that even my NLDs have become intolerably drab and dull for the most part, and since I've been journaling less my ability to remember dreams has also dwindled. However, this morning I woke up with a dream that I found interesting enough to write down, and I'm posting it here to try to help get my head back in the game.

NLD, "Three Vials": The container in my hand consisted of three conjoined steel vials closed with screwcaps. Each one held a different substance that would change me in some way. I was in a militarized compound full of soldiers and agents of some secretive organization; I was their experiment. Evidently one of their high level people, an old man with grey shoulder-length hair, had decided that it was time for my transformation. I began unscrewing the top of one of the vials while remembering the prophecy:

His breath is the wind.

The method of ingestion seemed straightforward. Breath? Wind? I held the end of the vial to my mouth and inhaled. It did feel like a great wind coursing into me. When the turmoil had settled and I spoke, my voice was changed. It was no longer a human voice, but impossibly deep and resonant.

There were things going on around me but I don't remember the details. I saw a news briefing of some sort; apparently the nation was in a state of emergency. I was being transformed so that I could go do battle, perhaps with another creature similar to what I was becoming. I decided to use the second vial. I had a vague anxiety that I should consume all three vials before someone stopped me: the old man had wanted to go through with the procedure, but I could tell that a lot of the others did not think this was a good idea. I should finish the transformation before someone decided to organize the opposition and restrain me. I recalled another line of the prophecy:

Sunlight fills his heart.

I opened the second vial. At first I habitually started bringing the container to my mouth, but the prophecy suggested that it contained light, so I diverted it to my eyes instead. White light filled them, blinding me. When I could see again, I went to look at myself in a mirror. My eyes were white now, but not an undifferentiated white. The pupils were tiny little pinpricks at the center, literally no larger than if the tip of a pin pricked a hole in a piece of paper. I thought that made sense, given that pupils contract in the light, and they had just been exposed to more light than ever before. The irises were still differentiated, but they were an ivory white and glowed as if with inner light around the inside of their circular rims. The whites of my eyes were now pure white.

I also noticed that my skin had turned white, but not smoothly or evenly, instead it left a mottled appearance, prompting me to comment wryly: "I hope the last vial contains a pore cleanser." No one laughed at my joke. The dream ended before I ever found out what was actually in the final vial.

Notes: There are some straightforward influences, though the dream transformed them into an original scenario. But the concept of putting things to my eyes and mouth clearly derives from the Vive VR game "Accounting," which I played last night. (It was brief and hilarious, I totally recommend it!) Then before bed I was playing Witcher II and noticed how cool Geralt's eyes looked. (I recently finished Witcher I, since I wanted to play all three in order, and just started on II. It is a breath of fresh air compared to the first one.) Having the Witcher series fresh in mind probably also contributed to the concept of drinking potions to achieve transformational mutations.

Bed @ 2245
Woke @ 0400

Fragments:
A woman is lying on a table, not moving. Her family is gathered around her sorrowfully. Now the scene is almost exactly the same, but she's died. The family talks about her for a few minutes.

Someone talks about the difficulty of doing something.


Woke @ 0715

Working on Services
I'm in a modern wood cabin, sitting at a table with my laptop. The cabin's decor is mostly a lightish wood, and there are splashes of red here and there. I'm trying to work on the Services code, but it's not easy. I haven't worked in it before, and it's old and hard to read. I manage to find some documentation on the wiki, but it really doesn't help that much either.


Fragment: My wife and I are looking at a $7800 check that came in the mail, trying to figure out why we got it.

I'm travelling around somewhere with some people. I think it may be Lombok, but I'm not sure of that. Eventually the map of the island that I'm looking at is Bali, though it's also something different at other points. My group backtracks a part of what we've already done on motorcycles.

At one point I may be on another island again. I'm driving my motor straight down a road. Eventually I come across a middle aged white couple, which has a house here. I wonder how they've managed that, considering that only Indonesians are allowed to own land. We end up talking for a bit and within a minute or so, they offer my friend and I a place to stay. I thank them for it, but let them know that we already have a place. I may take them up on it on my way back. A bit further down the conversation, my friend San starts to make racist black comments. I quickly tell him that I don't like them. It doesn't take long for him to continue making the comments anyway. I become quite dominant and tell him that I do not like these 'jokes.'

I went to bed at 2:30. Fell asleep at 3:30 more or less. Woke up at 7:30 and recalled some dreams:

I dreamt being in the house of my grandfather. I was with my grandmother and my sister Sofia. We were conversating, i was about to leave. Suddenly we hear a noise... that came from my stomach. It sounded like a fart, but i didn't fart, lol. I said that the air was adjusting in my body, but nothing went out.

I was on the school yard. It was dark. There was a lazer at the end of the pitch, like the one that come from root powers in Avatar the leyend of korra. It pointed at me and wanted to kill me. There were cameras everywhere, so everywhere i went the cameras would recognize me with infrared light and the other lazer would aim and shoot. I couldn't get to the other lazer because it was about 120 meters away. I manage to move... and go to a lower ground so the lazer had no chance to shoot me. It was tough but didn't have to be so tough since i just could do that. Anyways there was the sports teacher, called Diego. In the dream he was not in good mood, maybe he was involved in that lazer stuff... I was not going to hang with him, no matter what "authority" he had in the school (actually in this dream the teachers had no authority whatsoever. I think im letting go that ). So as soon as i started walking away and turned my back on this teacher for good the headmaster came. Again. He could order, yell, whatever, but i gave him no authority. He didn't even talked or if he did he said something about economy... but it was related to Diego's Class. So i was not interested, not going to get involved and waste time on it so i left. Nobody complained.

Then i took notes on the following dream but i don't remember very well the dream, so i don't understand them. I dreamt i think being in the apartment. Eri, my sister, was there and some friends of her: Magda and Emi. Then i wrote that my sister asked me why people were listening to different music. I said something like i don't know, none of my business, besides i was listening to my own. (It was like a question to complain).

I did a WBTB and one hour later i lied down in bed to try WILD. I failed. But i had a nice dream:

I was definitely on a dream... but not lucid. It was a dream city, so i don't know where it was. There was a building and a grill of an apartment in the third floor more or less set on fire. A lot of firefighters came with hoses to turn off the fire. They did it every action with no hesitation and a nice work. They said that the fire got up to the 8th floor (i only saw the grill on fire, but nothing else... lol And it was a sudden burst of fire, out of nothing. There was a man there though about to make an Asado (Barbecue)). I was on the bottom floor, in the streets actually. It was night. Some militars wander around to show people where the bathrooms were, and since i was one of the young people i had to help other citizens to get to the bathroom. Actually there was only a guy, 30 years old, looked like marine but just looked like, he wasn't militar. He didn't need any help since he followed the soldier. But as we came back and i saw him he was with no expression but i think he was kinda grateful i went. Then i go back inside the building and a classmate greets me, and she asked me if i could go with her to the bathroom. I thought i just came but ok, i could later talk to her (these nights i been wanting to interact with a DC real or fictional. She was real). We go to the bathroom and when we get in there were only three toilets separated by a transparent plastic sheet and with no doors. I thought ok, i might have to go out now. But before i could do anything i saw this girl walking in fron of me and going to the third toilet, she put down her pants and sat there and started peeing. "Alright... i guess" i said and went to the first toilet. Actually one couldn't see anything through these plastic sheets, but it was a shared bathroom and no privacy whatsoever. I took out my thing and started peeing as well. She finishes and waits for me outside the second toilet. Meanwhile i was not finished, and she starts to get harrased by a guy (probably of my age). When i first heard him i thought if i had to go to and engage in some fisticuffs. I was afraid, not about fighting, but about him nocking me or even killing me and she getting raped or something like that. So i remained calm, so far she could defend herself for a bit and i would be much more light when i evacuate all the urine from my bladder. Then i hear her say "don't spit at me". At this moment i was about to go out and just but i remembered that i would be better fighting if i had no sensation that i want to urinate. So i finally finished. It took very long, like 2 minutes dreamtime. I do three steps back and i saw that the bathroom was a bit different already (no more plastic sheets but the normal kind, more spatious, and with more people (people i knew and that actually could back me)). The first person i see was my friend Fran O (he was a thin guy. 2 years ago he started gym, and made a lot of muscles. Now he is in normal shape) with lots of muscles. I stared him at the eyes and he at me and we both knew we each had our backs. Then i turn to see this girl (which i won't name) and he was in front of this guy. I ask if there was a problem, and she tells me that he wanted to charge to use the bathroom. I stare at him at the eyes as well, but with no ill-will, however not friendly either. He was smiling, with a smile like or of evil or wicked fun. I asked the girl if she wanted to go and she said yes, lets go (she understood that no was for engaing in fist-fight). So throughout all that moment there were some preocupations but nothing went out wrong (the only thing unclear was the spit however, but when i asked her she didn't say anything so... since i didn't see it maybe it didn't happen like i thought it could). We walk out in the streets and back to the building. There was a restaurant and i wanted to wash my hands there. We were leaning on a desk, and she sees that there was no gas, after reading a poster. So we go outside and to a dining hall, where there were rooms as well (it looked like the old hospital of Rio Cuarto, but with orange lights and still at night). She was about to leave to her room, but i saw that i had some alfajores de maicena (small ones) and i thought that i didn't want them but i could share half with her. So she returned, maybe to say bye, and i offered her this half-alfajor. She thanks me and eats it really liking it. We go outside (like the outside door of the University [First time i dream with the university i think] and i saw a guy eating a lot of pizza. I tell him that he doesn't have to eat it all, that sharing it could be good. Then i go outside and eat the alfajor. With that tiny piece my mouth was full, it was a lot, and very sweet. I didn't want to eat something sweet at that moment, but too late. As we walked we talked about microeconomic concepts such as "needs and wants" and how we could translate it into spanish. She told me "expectation" or something like that (actually i think she told me something else). Then i woke up.

The last dream was just like any other dream, but just it was more memorable. Also during the dream i made right choices, because i didn't hurry.

In a council office in the future. points are allocated for funding and housing dependent on likes or populartity.
We are trying to work out ways of improving our votes while standing in a corridor. Andrea was there taking the public stage to raise her votes.
Sue had knowledge of the system and tax situation. Apparently Victorian credits are part of the capital investment. We are given an envelope filled with papers on the property and enter a public room where we can rifle through the paperwork. A couple of burly guys start going through the papers too and take them away. The property is 163.77 thousand and super cheap. I try and find out where the property is.
we leave and the realise id left my stuff behind. we return and find our bags still safe in the public area.
Driving along the A67 we stop not knowing our way outside and old guys house. He is sitting outside his front door chewing robacco. He says the place is at NURNUR and drops the peice of paper with directions on it. It is a tiny scruppled up peice of paper and almost blows away but I just mamage to catch it.
We head off to see the place which is tiny and I wonder about the distance.

Bed @ 2220 /w hot milk & honey
Woke @ 0110

News anchors
I'm watching a news segment on a TV somewhere. Now I'm watching along from inside the studio. The current news anchor isn't all that great, but he got into his position through sheer determination and never giving up. His segments tend to be rather odd, and that 'niche' value tends to help him keep his job.

Now I'm looking at another anchor, one who's even newer. At first I think Commander Riker has become a news anchor, but then I realize that Riker is actually the anchor's guest. They're talking about TNG, and Riker holds up a massive softback tome titled something like "The Complete Guide To Ferrangi." He opens it and flips through the pages and stops randomly on a page with pictures both of Nog and of a very wrinkled old Ferrengi woman (who is thankfully clothed). Now I'm looking at only the picture of the woman, and I can't believe how much makeup they put on her to make her look old.


Trying to preorder a movie
I'm going through my news feed's backlog and come across a post advertising that I can preorder the latest Pixar movie for one dollar for one week only. I check the date on the post and it's over a week old, so I'm disappointed, but I decide to follow the link anyway just in case. Amazingly, Amazon still has the preorder for only $1.04. The movie is getting around four stars, but that's meaningless since it's not out yet. I watch a few seconds of the trailer, but it makes no impression on me. I check the shipping options hoping for Prime, but it's not an option. Looking closer, the options for shipping seem to be a hundred dollars, ten dollars, and <something else>. The hundred dollar shipping is the default option! I assume I can do the $10 shipping, but I'm not nearly as excited about the deal as I was before I saw the shipping costs. A movie for a dollar is fantastic, but a movie for eleven dollars, just over half price, that we've never seen or even heard of, even if it is from a respected studio, just isn't doing it for me. Now I've noticed that the ten dollar option is only for video stores and not for private residences, which means that I either need to have it shipped to a video store (I don't even know where one is any more) or have to use one of the much more expensive options, making it completely impractical.


BTB @ 0130 /w SSILD
Woke @ 0400

One-sided shootout
I'm watching a scene in what seems to be an old west town. A new guy has arrived, and he's being talked to / threatened by a local gang. He's rather spindly-looking, while the gang, a couple of men and a woman, all look very tough. Now it's a week later and they're talking to him again, asking for their payment. The woman notices that the newcomer has a gleam in his eye and gets a bit nervous, but her companion continues demanding. Finally the newcomer pulls out a strange cobbled-together weapon (it reminds me somehow of Mr. Thingy). The woman turns and starts to run while the man attacks. The newcomer fires first at the man. A hail of projectiles heads for him - bullets, a sticky grenade, and maybe a couple of other things. I see everything hit in slow motion, leaving wounds stretching from his left shoulder to under his sternum. The sticky bomb - a mass of sharp bits - hits near his shoulder. Somehow, when it explodes, it actually peels off the man's skin (and maybe even ribs) - it's pretty gruesome. He falls down dead, and I notice that his face shows more surprise than pain. The newcomer now fires at the fleeing woman. * This time, I don't get either slow motion or nasty close-ups; instead, she just drops dead.

Now I'm looking at a giant (car-sized) blue turtle. It seems to have gotten caught in the crossfire (what crossfire?) and is dead with a huge hole blasted in the side of its shell. A much smaller (two foot diameter) baby turtle wriggles out of the hole and starts asking "Mama? Are you OK?" A kind woman hurries over, grabs the turtle, and starts shushing it. She puts it in a nice box, careful to leave it standing on a long end.


Driving to lunch
I'm driving to lunch with a female coworker. We're waiting at a light, the first car in our line, in the middle of 3 turn lanes: two turn left, and one turns right. I realize, far too late, that all the restaurants are to our right. I kick myself, since this isn't the first time I've made this mistake. I'll just have to make a U-turn in a minute. My coworker suggests a restaurant (I can it away to the right on the left side of the road; it's one of the first ones visible), but I think her suggestion is in jest - the place sounds really weird. Now I've made the turn and we're driving, looking for a good place to turn around. Both sides of the road have many subdivision entrances, but somehow none of them look good for a turnaround. Now we're stopped - a vehicle is doing something strange (probably trying to back into or out of a driveway) and is almost sideways to traffic. It finally manages to get itself out of traffic and we continue on. Now we're on an Interstate. Now we're driving through some kind of park. Now we're in an open, airy building, looking at something.


BTB @ 0420 /w 4mg galantamine & 500mg choline. Fall asleep around 0510.
Woke @ 0650

My father-in-law's stories
I'm at my father-in-law's house with a couple of other guys. They're asking him questions about his childhood, and I'm interested to see how he answers them; after all, very few people know that he's had a secret life-extending treatment and that he's far, far older than he seems. Of course, I shouldn't be surprised that he's used to answering questions about his life very smoothly - he's had a long time to get good at it. He seems to talk very openly about his life, but he never mentions the year an event happened, instead using his own life as the reference point: "When I was a child," "when I was a young man," etc. At one point, he describes his being a volunteer in the running of one of the Olympic games - I had no idea he'd done anything like that. When the Games were over, he got a pretty cool memento, though it was lost years ago. By reading between the lines, I believe this must have been in the early 1900s, and I have images of a sepia-hued young man working hard. Now he's telling another story, something about wanting to purchase but finding out that it was completely pointless. Something clicks, and I exclaim "So that's why you have half a female mannequin wearing a seashell bra!" He sheepishly acknowledges that, yes, that's where that came from. As he's telling his various stories, I'm really tempted to throw in some question that would force him to either specify a date or to be really slick in avoiding it, but I manage to refrain; after all, I'm privileged to know his secret, and I should respect it.


Huge wave*
I'm in the ocean with my family. We're spread out evenly in a roughly circular area about 20 feet across. The water is a beautiful sparkly light-blue. As I turn to look out over the ocean, I see a huge swell - at least 10 feet high - headed for us. It picks up most of my family, who just float over it, but it starts to break right before it reaches me. I realize that it, plus most of my family, are going to come crashing down on me. The wave grows higher - probably 15 or 20 feet high - and starts to curl beautifully, and I realize that the tip of the curl is probably going to touch down behind me before the body of the wave lands on me. I only have a moment to make my plans. I'm annoyed that I don't have my goggles on, but there's nothing I can do about it now - I'll just have to make the best of it. I take as deep a breath as I can in the moment or two I know I'll have before it crashes down on me. Given how large it is, it's going to force me way down and will probably disorient me. After a few moments, I realize that it still hasn't come down on me. Did I misjudge how far it was, or how high it was? Is it still falling? Do I have time to take another breath, since this lungfull is starting to get a bit stale? I look around and find that the wave has frozen around me, with its tip almost touching the water. I can see, as if in a tunnel, up and down the length of the wave, but it's completely frozen. I realize this must be a dream and instantly wake up.


An unusual messenger
I'm in the passenger seat of the gray van. We're in heavy traffic, and we've just turned right onto some kind of short ramp. As we're completely stuck in the middle of the ramp, a guy who looks like Rich Purnell races up next to us. We've met him before, so my son tries to open the sliding door, but it gets stuck when it's open about half an inch. He tries the window, but it only goes down half an inch before stopping. Finally, I manage to get my window open enough to talk to him. He rather breathlessly says that he's got John G's phone number and that I need to call him back right away, then spits out the number. Of course, no one has anything to write anything on, though I'm pulling up my contacts now. I'm pretty sure I've got John's number. Once I pull it up, I see it looks nothing like what "Rich" said. I ask him to repeat it, but he's already forgotten it, mumbling something about a pay phone.


Phone trouble
I'm having terrible trouble with my phone and my computers. I'm supposed to be on a conference call with my team, but nothing is working. My phone won't connect, I can't send any emails, and my instant messenger won't start. I think I may have fixed my phone, but now I don't have the call-in information. I finally get my calendaring software running and pull up the meeting invite, but I'm discouraged to see that the meeting was scheduled from one to three, and that it's 3:05 now. I send my team lead a message explaining what happened.


Smoke in the basement
I'm in a basement area in what looks like some kind of utility room. It's not well lit, and there's equipment everywhere - it's covering the walls and the floor. The room is about fifteen feet wide, and I don't see how far back it goes, though it has to be at least 30 feet deep. I'm perhaps 5 or 10 feet from where I came into the room. In front of me is a waist-high piece of equipment, and something on top of it is smoking. It's not a lot of smoke - just a fine streamer - but it's very steady. I walk over to it to try to see what's going on. I see what looks like a cheap soldering iron - a plastic handle with a thin rod with a chisel tip at the end - sitting on some kind of stand. The smoke is coming from the tip end. I'm not sure what to do - this doesn't look right, and if left unchecked it could become a large problem, but right now it's not dangerous. I don't know who to tell about it, but I also don't want to mess with it.


City simulation
I'm watching some kind of overhead view city simulation. People (depicted with square tiles) are walking clockwise around a city center filled with shops. Now, I see a couple of people walking counter-clockwise, and I know I need to turn them around. I manage to scroll down to a park area to head them off, then use the sidewalk tool to remove sidewalk in front of them, assuming that this will make them turn around. Unfortunately, they reroute down another sidewalk I hadn't seen. I try to dig up every sidewalk they could possibly use, and they finally turn around.


Torrenting lucid dreaming software
I'm sitting on my bed reading the description of a torrent of some lucid dreaming software. The torrent's author goes into great detail of what's in it and how he made it. In addition to the software, he's included cracks for more than one version, both for the newer licensed versions as well as the older versions protected by geolocation-based limits. I've never even heard of software that protects itself by running only on computers located in a certain area - that sounds pretty weird. In any case, he describes the steps necessary to use the software. He acknowledges that the keys he's generated have been revoked, but that it's easy to mess with the certificate revocation lists in the OS so it doesn't know they've been revoked, and he gives details about how to do it. My wife comes into the room and launches herself onto the bed right behind me. I hear a squeal and realizes that she's caught our son - I had no idea he was in here with me.

First fragment

I recall only a blurry fragment, I was somewhere inside my house.

WBTB attempt

Second fragment

I was somewhere in a city, it was close to evening.

Night 5

had a fairly lengthy but bland dream. I was in my 8th grade history class and everyone was naked, except me. Class seemed to be going on normally, though. The teacher was giving a lecture, and we were all taking notes. He kept telling me to stop being distracted by everyone being naked with a very serious tone in his voice.

Marcus came in (also naked) and said something about the dream failing to allow anyone to wear clothes. He then walked over to the teachers desk and made a valiant effort to craft undergarments out of computer paper and scotch tape.

-+-

I think this was actually from the 3rd or 4th night of the comp and I just forgot to document it. There was a dream where I false-awoke. In the dream, I had a very long beard, reaching about halfway down my body. I tried to shave it but it perpetually regrew in new and strange ways. The dream went on for a few minutes.

Night 6

I am attending Hogwarts. (I knew a HP dream would show up eventually, since I've been reading through the books.) However it was disguised as my middle school. I remember they were having a beginning of the year celebration. Apparently I had been sorted into house Hufflepuff and, for whatever reason, we had to sleep outside on the lawn. They gave us yellow and black stripey scarfs that were really big and could be used as blankets.

There were some people running around the running track. (In-Dream, it was across the road from the middle school, instead of next to it, and I think there were quidditch goals set up at either, too.) People wanted me to run a race but the other people already had a head start. I started running anyway and (shame I wasn't lucid for comp points) went super fast. So fast I remember I would have a hard time turning tight enough around the bends in the track.

It was getting to be nighttime and Dubledore came outside (He looked like a combo of dumbledore and my old Middle School principal.) He magically created a small carnival with a mini Ferris wheel taking up about half the field for us to celebrate. He also inadvertently created a forest of large oak trees filling the other half of the carnival. He said he might as well leave them there since they were not hurting anything and they were magically linked to the carnival so he'd have to clean up both of them anyway when the field needed to be used once more.

I sat down under one of the oak trees and did a moon RC. I looked at the moon (it was full.) and looked down at the grass. When I looked back it was crescent shaped and the stars were brighter and more vivid. I became lucid, but I didn't think of my goals so I obviously wasn't too lucid. I just decided to fly around. (I think I was trying to impress some girl that I had met in an earlier dream by flying, but either I just saw her out of the corner of my eye or she didn't even notice.) In fact, nobody noticed at all when I took off. (I presume because this was a gathering at a magical school.) It took some forceful voice commands to get above altitude, and I remember seeing the spot where I took off, leaving a spinning orange/blue fire circle that expanded outward and faded as I flew away. I took off and hovered above the central area of the fair, examined my fire jets. The effect wasn't too flashy this time around. The whole dream was foggy.

Due to forgotten lucid goals and generally not putting enough effort into this recently, I flipped upside down and hovered on a jet from one hand, and spun around like a top for no reason whatsoever. My phone buzzed in my pocket and then fell out because I was upside down. I had to dive and catch it right before it fell to the ground. I really scared this older woman who looked sort of like my maternal grandmother but with darker skin and a whole lot fatter when I flew down right in front of her face. I caught my phone in one hand and propelled myself back up to my original altitude with the other.

I answered it. On the other end was who I presume was Marcus and he told me in a rather irritated tone of voice to stop calling my fire jets 'fire jets' that they are actually fire rockets because they can work in outer space. He then said that theoretically I should have the ability to shoot fireballs that home in on targets and explode when they hit, if I practiced more. I lost the dream abruptly.

WBTB

I revisited the scene. I was at the track with the oak trees and the carnival, but nobody else besides us were there now. Lapis Lazuli from Steven Universe was there and we were laying on the grass stargazing together. The stars were even more vivid and bright this time.

Night 5:

NLD x2=2

Night 6:

Frag x1= .5
NLD x1= 1
DILD x1 =10
Fly x1 =5
Element Manipulation x1 =10
Use electronic device x1 =5

I went to bed about at 23:30. I was very tired. I would have liked to meditate but i relaxed lying in bed. I fell asleep at 3:40. Late but all the time i was relaxing the body, so i had a good night of rest. I woke up at 8:55 and i dreamt with:

I was on a field with some other people and there was a barn. Past the barn there was a field full of straw. It was probably like 10 miles like that... or more. However there was a sniper that would shoot us if we walked on that straw. So... as soon as we passed the barn we just jumped to the ground, and if he shooted us then ok, if he didn't very good. He didn't shoot, maybe he didn't saw us or wasn't quick enough. We were looking for a diamond in all that straw.
Then Joako, Fede and another guy approach me to mock how i played football. I get angry but i was powerless... Then i hear him spreading rumours about me with a taxi driver, and although i would let that pass because i don't really care i said the taxi driver that it wasn't true (actually i think this is better action than let it pass, but still not caring). I saw the transportist that took me from school to my house when i was at highschool so i decided to leave with him. I opened the front door, but there was Sofia and Lucia. So i went at the back. Then i saw that also Victoria L was also there. I wasn't going with Noel anymore so i worried about how i was going to pay to him (i recalled a lot of times he "saved me" in my dreams... so i would have to pay all that. I wanted to pay all that. Also i would like to be more self-reliable from now on, either walking or taking a bus, or being lucid). As we were going out of school i saw Fede standing in the street, so i take my arm out the window and slap him in the forehead. Nobody saw me, not even him probably. But immediately after i did that i regretted it. Victoria asked for internet password and although i didn't know it i gave it to them.

Then i had a false awakening. I was on the kitchen and saw a kg of flour, which actually i know there wasn't (in the dream apparently my sister bought it), and some scons. I ate the scons. Then i don't remember anything else.

Then i got up. Went to the bathroom (it was 9AM) and went to the kitchen. Right then i realized i have had a FA before. I checked if that was a dream but it wasn't. I ate some peanuts, drank some milk. Then drank some water and went to bed to try WILD. This lasted about 5 minutes.

So i lied in bed and started relaxing the body with the breaths. At first i just watched the breath, particularly how it felt in the head. Then i started counting as i was relaxing. Then i thought i was relaxed enough to sleep, that maybe i could fall asleep at any moment. I counted up to 30 and i felt that i could dive at any moment, but i reminded myself to still keep counting and forget of actively diving. Then i turned to my right side and started again, watching my breath and counting. I don't remember if i counted, and if i did i counted up to 20. I tried to remain aware the whole process but also knew i had to let sleeping occur. So i fell asleep and didn't experience any HI or sleep paralysis, vibrations, sounds... i just went straight to a dream. As soon i was in the dream i knew it was a dream, but also i didn't believe it so much because it could just collapse at any moment, because i was aware of my body lying at bed. So in the dream i was in my home city, Rio Cuarto, in front of Saint Francisco Church. It was at night. I thought of getting involved in the dream to let it unfold and so gain lucidity later when the dream was completely formed. BAD IDEA. I thought that if i didn't do anything the dream would just collapse, but getting involved in the dream as if it were a nonlucid it was just plainly a bad idea, at least do it lucidly! that's what WILDs are for! Well... i wasn't too logical at that moment. So i headed in front of the church, coming from a supermarket (that supermarket might be like 6 blocks away, but in the dream it seemed like 2 blocks). And i had 2 bags full of groseries and one bag with a box of shoes. The bag of groseries were so heavy that one of the bags was about to fall to the ground. So i grabbed it differently, and they were definitely lighter when i put them at the height of my chest. Then i just put the bags in the shoe bag. And at this moment a memory of awareness came again, that it was a dream, but i let that go... Then i start hearing canticles from the church saying "The inmortal is always with me/us. The inmortal won't let you go...". It was a christian church, and i just decided that it was time to leave. Then next to the church there was a bar, and my father was there drinking a beer or something in the street. He tells me "It would "good" (or interesting) to hear the song from a psychological point of view". I reacted like being angry because i wouldn't like to hear that song! I heard Christian songs before and they make no sense to me, so i wouldn't hear this one. I replied something like "why would i hear a song of another religion than mine?" although that question was vague, i could have had replied something better, wiser, more open. But i felt tired in the dream... like if i had duties... I was carrying 3 bags and i just have forgotten that it was a dream and that i could simply put the bags on the ground and forget about them, or donate the things of whatever... Well I think i need more resolve, and more practice. Then i woke up and recorded the canticle. Then i thought about it and i was sure that they referred to "god", but then i thought it from the point of view of Buddhism and the inmortal refers actually to nibbana, and some monks that share some of their experiences said that they experienced a happiness, a tranquility that hasn't left from the time they experienced it, be it 4 years, 40 years or whatever (Ajaan Liem and Ajaan Maha Boowa). So i felt relieved by this and felt glad having dreamt with this when i woke up. It was a christian church and i know their path doesn't aim nibbana, but since there aren't any buddhist temples in Argentina (just one Zen temple i think, and some Dojos of Tibetan Buddhism in BSAS) i interpret it that a message of Buddhism could have come from a church.

This dream lasted about 20 minutes, so i could have tried a DEILD or something like that. But i didn't felt like it. I also thought it would be ideal to wake up since i was rested. But i didn't. Maybe i would have a long dream in which i could become lucid. I slept for about 3 hours, almost 4 and lying in my chest.

I dream being in "casa tia" (a supermarket).
I don't have time for the act.
I am in a river and there are jaguars there. However i didn't get hurt. This was in alpacorral (and looked like Santa Rosa)
I am in a playhouse (pelotero) and there are some mattresses. We were at some height. If we fell we were going to get eaten by some animals and die. There were people thrown there.

Then i decide to go homeless. My family was together, and they were in a car. They were wealthy but i thought they might be fools for that, being blinded by money. So i left home. I went to a Buddhist temple in Alpacorral (there isn't any) and asked for a room there. They gave me a room, and it was completely empty. It was fine for me, since i like to sleep on the floor (although i usually put something not to feel cold. I dont mind hardness). They were doing chanting and i didn't want to get involved so i just went to this room. There was a small Buddha statue in the front wall however. I thought what to do now, i had no future at all... and i was free. I thought about meditating but maybe i just could not focus because of the chanting next door. So i knew i had with me a bag with medicine. I open it and saw many different pills and a small metal box. I open it and it had nails: a copper nail an iron nail and another nail (maybe silver). It was to put it on the bones of the fingers Then i woke up.

Bed @ 2210 /w green Sleepytime tea
Woke @ 0200

Fragment: Something about a bunch of pigs

Moses in the wilderness
I'm watching (and also somehow reading) about Moses as he guides the Israelites through the wilderness. Something important has just happened, and I've reached a chapter break. It's actually more than a chapter break - there's a notation in bold that I need to go to page five hundred something. I've not seen any thing like that before and wonder at it, but I can only assume it's setting up for something even more important..


BTB @ 0220 /w SSILD
Woke @ 0350

Visiting the G's
I'm running and jumping very long distances (I must have been playing too much Chameleon Run ...). If I miss my target platform, I have to start over - which happens a lot. Each time, I make it further in the course. Now I'm leaping around a lake that stretches as far as I can see. The water is perfectly smooth and mirror-like - it's beautiful. The only places for me to land are small metal "walkways" (which look like they belong in a factory) which have been placed for the purpose. Now I'm trying to land on one, turn ninety degrees, and jump again, but I'm having real trouble getting everything coordinated, and I keep messing it up.

Now I've landed on the water again; but this time my speed is enough that I'm staying on the surface instead of sinking. I try to keep it up, but I can feel myself slowing down; then I'm amazed as I find that I'm still not sinking. Now I'm merely walking quickly. I've reached the side of the lake, and a large bed is floating just beyond the reeds. I head for it. Now I'm climbing onto the bed - which is completely dry - and trying to keep my shoes from dripping onto it.

Now I'm still on the bed, but it's inside a cottage. Looking around, I can see that there's an inch or so of water on the floor. Now my wife is walking around unpacking a few things. I can see that the water has receded, and she's walking around on carpet that's only slightly squishy with water. Now I get out of bed and am surprised to find that the carpet is completely dry. I take a closer look at it and see that it's some kind of outdoor carpet that's designed to get wet without damage. It's got an odd texture and is an ugly shade of orange. Near my side of the bed is a cooler. I open it up to find a selection of good beer, and I take a bottle.

Now I realize that we still haven't announced our arrival to the Gs, the family who owns the cottage, but I see from a clock that it's 10:40 PM. I look over towards their house and see that many windows are still lit, so at least one person is still awake; but I don't want to keep us, or them, from bed. If we go over to say 'hi' we'll end up talking for hours, so we'll just greet them in the morning. Now Joel is coming towards us - he must have seen the lights on in the cottage. My wife comments that he'll miss the beer I've taken, but I'm not too worried about that - the cooler must be here for guests to use. For a moment, I worry that he'll be mad with us for not announcing ourselves, or worse yet think that we're intruders, but I realize that's silly - I'm sure they've been expecting us. I had nothing to worry about, since greets us warmly as he comes inside. He launches into what a crazy day he had, listing his family's whole itinerary, starting with going to bed at 6AM (which confuses me). After he finishes the itinerary, he says that <the second item on the list> was completed at noon, and it takes me a minute to remember that means it took hours longer than it should have. Now we're in their house. I'm pulling a tea bag out of a mug of tea that's steeped for too long. One of their girls comes over to see what I'm doing.


BTB @ 0405
Woke @ 0530

Translation documentary
I'm watching a documentary about the translation of a document. The man in charge walks into a hall with a couple of other men, and he's trailed by some children. There are boys everywhere - war orphans? He walks to a table covered with notes and has one of the boys read him something. As the boy is reading, the man is reading along on the translation making pleased "mmmm-hmmm" noises. I rewind the video and mute some of the audio trcaks to more clearly hear what's going on. This time , I can clearly hear the boy and the professor and nothing else. I rewind and tweak even more, trying to make the sounds even more distinct, but this time the scene plays out slightly differently, more heavily involving another man. I don't understand why it would have changed like that, but whatever.

BTB @ 0540
Woke around 0700

Fragment: A woman is being reprogrammed by aliens.

Fragment: I'm using a mobile device to look at a web page that's covered in iframes, sometimes even in nested iframes. Trying to scroll is an absolute nightmare.

I think we were on an island, a barren, dry, and deserted island. There's three people in an RV, roaming around the island. I'm not a character in the dream, rather the "camera" - like I'm watching a movie. There are two males, one older man and a younger one, and a young woman. I expected the older man of being a traitor and wanting to kill the others. He had the younger man digging a hole (looked like a grave) and I thought he was digging his own grave. But then came the plot twist, the young woman showed up, pointing her pistol at him. Turns out both the woman and the older man were traitors!

I'm on a train in a foreign country. I realize I've taken so many trains, I'll never find my way home again. At some point, the train braked really hard, and I fell. There were others on the train I knew.

A some point we were still on the train I think, watching TV. In the movie we were watching, someone said they would have to kill the babysit, and some other guy. *REDACTED*

School outbreak

I was in school, it was nearing midnight. There were toxic gases filling the air, with group of classmates we were wearing some protective suits with closed air circulation. We were armed with many different weapons. There was a zombie outbreak due to some bombs shot on the school building. We were wandering around the school in darkness, the place was mostly empty. We entered one classroom and looked through window - there was a last stand of people in a building on the other side of zombie infested street. I told everyone that we have some bottles with air left, but they won't be enough to last a few hours in school, and that we should move on to streets as there's no gas there. Everyone hesitated, as we've seen zombies violently killing survivors on the streets.

WBTB attempt. Failed.

Fragment

I was driving my car, heading towards school. I was going to drive through a railway crossing. It was a cold but sunny morning.

I was sitting on a bed, and was making out with a girl. Which was fun. She laid on her back, and we started having sex in missionary, but not really. Oddly, we were still wearing underwear, and I was just kind of rubbing against her. I noticed some guys I used to know from school where around. Stig, one of them, looked at me with that "what do you know, he's finally done it" expression (I used to a pariah in school, and everybody knew I would never get laid - they were right).

I was in a room, and I think the curtains caught fire. We put it out (there were a few of us), but the fire kept burning inside the window frame (it has hollow?) making it impossible to put out. My grandfather was there (on mother's side), possibly grandmother as well.

I was flying a jet over ocean, but it didn't feel like I was inside the jet, it felt more like I was seeing the jet in third person, and I was desperately hanging onto it while still being in control. It was hard to stay in control, and at one point the altimeter went under zero, which should be impossible (a few meters under sea level). Regardless of my troubles, I engaged several airborne enemies using the jet's miniguns.

1 1/2 pts- non-lucid
2 pts- wbtb
= 3 1/2 pts + 102= 105 1/2 (should be 2 pts more but the mods said no but not sure why so I'd like to know the reason for this plz.)

3 Step Goal:
Fly
Element Manipulation
Practice a Waking Life Hobby

Personal New Goals:
Voyage through a crack I make in the earth
Find my dream house
Take a magical train to another country

Week 1 task for Team Vampires
Fully transform into your team's creature (Vampire)


D1: Went out to eat w/ Ellen Degeneres & Portia & later went to a bar. Nothing exciting.
wbtb
D2: Mike & I were spending the evening back at Ellen's place & they wanted to watch football & Mike wasn't excited about this. Their dogs, cats & weird other animal were there. They looked like some science experiment went a wry. I had to find the remote in the cushions & ended up finding a bunch of old dry dog shit & some other old food & crumbs so I had to go wash my hands. It also smelled which made me choke on the smell & grossness but we all just laughed it off. Mike wants to leave cuz he's bored to death & it's turning into more of a pajama party for girls. Us girls were laying on this great big couch & grand ottoman which makes it into what looks like a big bed. As we are leaving we have to go down a bunch of steps & there is a lot of foliage, a guy who looks like an alcoholic homeless person asks Mike if he is here to mow the lawn. I'm having to pull Mike along because he is pissed off at the guy. Next a bunch of trash whore like women are throwing stuff at us from the balconies of the apartment complex that we are at. I get up the woman's face & push her & threaten to kick her ass because she is assaulting us. I go back up to Ellen's apartment & now there are more of these trashy ppl who are suddenly there hanging out w/ her & Portia. My alarm went off & I get woke up.
wbtb
D3: I was w/ s guys & 1 woman. We are coming up the steps & into an apartment. The guy who goes in first is the brother of the other guy. Suddenly there is a sound & the guy who went in first & had gone into a closet. His brother says "He went out the back of the closet!" And we are like "what?" And he says I know he did cuz I heard him run into my guitar. Then the dream changes & they guy now w/ us is out w/ his pet shark out in a cove. All of this dream was so bizarre & made no sense to me so I just can't explain it.