non-lucid

As usual I know I had a lot of dreams but can only remember a small part of them.

1) I found myself at a medical clearing station. There had been a chemical incident at a swimming pool. The doctors there were French, and I was taking over as lead doctor, then those doctors left. I was shown some of the injuries, everyone had deep holes where the chemical had eaten into them. I took over and went into a back room and talked with the other doctors, can't remember too much about the conversation, I was looking out of a window and saw some more ambulances coming along the road and wondered why we had not been told to expect anyone else yet. The new patients arrived and I was too busy looking for gloves, the other doctors sorted out the new arrivals and gave them all B12 injections I didn't know why but it looked impressive.

2) Fragment: In a house that was all white and single storey, narrow. I went into a room and hung something up. Not sure how I got there. I remember that there was a field next door and I could see someone doing the mowing at the top of a small hill.

3)Vague memory of having to get back somewhere. Cannot remember anything else.

4)A distinct memory of looking at my hand and seeing 3 fingers. Didn't trigger any lucidity though.

Still no more lucid dreams.

Dream 1:

I was at a party that was being held at an underground restaurant. I’m not sure what was initially being celebrated, but several of my old childhood friends were there, as well as a few family members. Upon entering the restaurant, I was immediately greeted by an overly enthusiastic Tom Cruise Waiter. I started to realize it was a dream at this point. He showed me to my table then threw down a big plate filled with fries. MMMmm I was really excited and I started to just devour them. Each time they would disappear, some waiters would immediately give me another plate. I kept eating until I started to genuinely get tired of eating fries, which is weird for me since I love them. I looked around and saw that there were some people that had fried chicken sandwiches. I asked the waiters for one of those but they flat out refused to give me one! They brought me this delicious cake-like desert. I had to remind myself that all dream food is animal and cruelty free, then I started dig into the cake with my bare hands. I felt like a ravenous animal.

I looked around while eating and it was apparently my birthday party now, and I was the king of these lands. There were also a lot of teen girls dancing in a circle in the center of the room while flashing their boobs.

The party eventually started to die down, guests started to leave, and I was getting bored with eating dream food, so I jumped on top of a table and rode it out of the room as though it were a hoverboard while yelling, “I’m king bitch, I’m king!!!”

I had to fly through a tiny hole in the ground in order to get to the surface, it made me feel a bit claustrophobic but it wasn’t too bad.

When I got above ground I appeared in a beautiful, lush, vivid green field with trees that were covered in so many leaves that I couldn’t even see a speck of bark. I tried to teleport Rick & Morty style by pointing an invisible portal gun at a hedged bush. A transparent green and purple blob shot out of the gun and made a transparent green and purple portal. It was pretty tiny so I tried to run into it head first, but instead of going through a portal I ended up smashing my face into a solid hedge that felt like it was made out of bricks. I rarely feel pain in my lucid dreams but running into that brick bush gave me an awful, splitting headache.

I lost vision and appeared in a new field. There was tall, golden wheat grass all around me and a few oak trees off in the distance. I flew around to try to find a group of people to unleash my wind upon. I found a small encampment of criminals after exploring for a few minutes. I landed in the middle of them and then I almost immediately saw a group of maybe 20 little 10 year old kids marching towards me in a line. They surrounded me in a circle and I began trying to fart. One of them kept punching me in the stomach and pushing me around while the others cheered.

The fart wasn’t happening and I felt like maybe I was going to shit my dream pants instead. So I imagined hearing and feeling a fart instead of trying to force one out, then immediately a massive noise erupted from my butt. The kids froze and became dead silent while they stared at me in absolute horror.

I opened my mouth and said, “It was Meeeeee!!!” but another kid said it at the exact same time. Then the rest of the kids joined in and said that it was them while they laughed hysterically. They started pushing me around, punching me, and throwing rocks at me. Not exactly the reaction I was expecting.
I ran away and then got down on all fours and tried to turn into a dragon. I could feel my back sprout wings and I could feel claws grow from my hands but then I woke up.


Dream 2:

Short lucid dream fragment – I was asking Dreamer to transform me into a dragon. A violent transformation started to happen and parts of my body were bubbling and randomly growing very large or very tiny. I started to grow claws and to get scaly but I woke up pretty quickly.



Dream 3:

I was in a simulator with Dreamer. This simulator was supposed to be a previous memory that belonged to someone from my old high school’s football team. I don’t know what kind of strange technology we were using to explore this memory but I was fascinated at how powerful it was.

The memory, however, was quite sad in content. There were a few cheerleaders that had gotten very drunk with a couple of football players and their coaches. The girls were all stark naked. I admired the details of the simulation and felt my way around the room, amazed at the realism of the experiences.
I found one of my old, male best friends sitting on the floor, submissive, and sucking on an unknown person’s dick that was poking through a wall.
The coaches started to get aggressive, and against the girls’ wishes. They started to walk up behind the girls and rub their dicks against their bums and between their legs. The cheerleaders would push them away, but the coaches would just come back and they started to penetrate the girls. They took them into other rooms and had sex with them.

We could explore the memory and witness things but we couldn’t interact with or influence the memory.
I was showing Dreamer and a couple other DCs that we weren’t actually using our real bodies either by doing a nose plug RC. I suddenly realized that this wasn’t a simulation, but that I was actually dreaming. The simulation started to end and everything began to get dark. I repeated to myself, “I am lucid, I am lucid, I am lucid…” over and over again until the dream re-formed because I was afraid of having a FA and losing lucidity.

I appeared on a gorgeous, white beach. I remembered that I wanted to try some tasks and that I wanted to try to use a mirror to transform. I walked around, looking for a mirror. I saw an old, sand-covered, full-length mirror with a golden-brown, wooden frame. I walked up to it and looked at my reflection. I then imagined my body becoming globe-like and I slowly transformed into a floating, purple planet. I was amazed at how well that worked, so I tried to turn into a dragon after that. While still looking in the mirror, I imagined my body turning into a dragon. I turned green and grew a long tail and wings and looked like a beautiful green dragon! I woke up into a FA before I got to do anything cool.

Dreamer was sitting up in bed next to me typing something on her laptop. I began to write my dreams down, and then I remembered that this is a prime time for losing lucidity. I did a reality check and then I knew! O_O

I stared lovingly at Dreamer and she stared back at me with her adorable green eyes. I ripped off her clothes and her eyes suddenly grew dark, she looked quite grumpy! I tried to focus on the feeling of her personality and her energy, and then I tried to infuse it with the dream character, but it would only work for a second at a time. So I left the grumpy DC alone, closed my eyes, and imagined feeling her presence with me until the dream ended.

I thought I had woken up and that I had been trying to fall back asleep for quite some time. I eventually did a reality check to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming, but I was.

I got out of bed and appeared in a white tiled bathroom. I stared in the mirror and imagined a Rick & Morty portal gun appearing in my hands. Just such a gun grew in my hand from a small point! I pointed it at a wall and pulled the trigger. What came out was the most vivid and non-transparent green blob yet! I was super excited and happy about just how well the Rick & Morty teleportation method had worked this time, but I woke up before I could go through the portal.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Had trouble recalling my dreams for the past couple days. Just remember this one scene from last night where there were a bunch of cows chasing me and I jumped a fence or something... It's not much of a dream.

Time:5:00am.
This dream is mostly non-lucid only at the end I got the awareness that I am dreaming.

I go to a place where my friend left me in a car and gone somewhere. I wait in the car. It is dark outside, feel like It is 9pm. Suddenly the car move it self. I was little bit agitated about the guy left me in the car, but no time to think further. I hold the driving wheel and turn around in the empty space along side the road. No traffic on the road, but still it looks there may be. I turn right U and drove to the left side and the car didn't stop, so I turn the driving wheel and manuver to the right and finally stop by apply break, even though I sit at the back side of the car. How my leg reached front of the car? { I should have realised how I got my leg there? I should have doubted. But didn't.].

Then I got out of the car, I am in a home at the drawing hall. Two of my friends are there. One guy I see say, asking me why I am here. I just tell him, i got out of the car just now, and tell the other guy left the car with me and gone without attending me.

Then another friend come front of me and start sleeping on the floor. I ask him What. He said he has to sleep as look at me as if why I am asking him the obvious question.

I go out of the home, and female friend go there. Just in front of the building I left, on the road there is another lady come and ask the female who came with me, why she is here. She reply look to her as if saying it is none of her business. Then the new lady, says she is on business here. I was wondering what ? Then the new lady do walk like a military walk with taping her lady shoe on the floor. I can here the small finger length knifes come out of the shoes in both legs. I realize she is going to harm my femal friend. I push the femal friend and stand between the lady and female friend. The lady asks what I am doing? She got knives attached to her shoes. She can scratch me with that. blocking her? She gives a look at me. I am not afraid.
DREAMING! I AM DREAMING!!. I push the lady in front of me. It looks real. Just I feel the texture of her office coat, my dream dissovles.
[ I am awake. I waited for a few minutes. and realized I got the first dream awarness in my dream. I lasted a few seconds. Hope this will continue in future. I was wondering is these dream characters played with me? Perhaps they are! They might be even my own subconsiouce manifestations. I am feeling happy! I just type this immediately I got out of the bed.
In my previous dreams also same thing might have happened. I didn't get much to do. So, I still keep this in non-lucid category. I went to bed at 10:30pm and wake from dream 5:00am. I guess noting this time may help me in future. So, joining in Dreamviews.com I reached the purpose and got a glimpse.

In future, I will be ready to talk to dream characters and find my dream awareness. Since they are helping me I have to accept their help.]

11:00pm

I stand in an ally with my friends. One guy push me. My friend on the left talk something. I feel I don't care. My friend go few steps ahead and start talking which I can't understand.

Me, my friend are surrounded my other guys in a half moon form. Somebody in that crowd think I am in danger. I think What? and look at the row of guys in front of me. And all these guys have scissors and they are ready to point at me; not yet.
I move to the opposite direction and climb on the top of houses, and running away from the scissor guys. I also think they or someone can figure out to reachme and chase.
[ I wake up]

I had a very disturbing dream where I was going to be killed at the end of the day. I was at home with friends and family, and everyone just accepted that fact. No one was trying to figure out how to stop it. And to make it worse, I was going to be beheaded.

I worried about how long it would take me to die after the ax hit my neck. I wondered who would miss me when I was dead. I wondered which of my dead relatives would meet me after I left my body.

I remember wandering into my bedroom ( I was a teenager and living at home in this dream). I wondered if I should clean everything out now so no one would have to do it for me later. But I decided I shouldn't have to worry about that. I had enough to worry about.

At one point I went into the kitchen and saw a chocolate cake in the cupboard. I didn't know whose it was, but I decided that I could get away with eating some of it. No one would be able to get mad at me later. I would be dead. And I no longer had to worry about trying to eat healthy. I was going to die tonight anyway.

I started to feel sorry for myself. And a little angry. Why didn't anyone care about what was going to happen to me? I was in a room with my mom. We were looking at a magazine or something and I saw something that looked interesting. I said to my mom, "Hey, I want that for my birthday". I knew I was going to be dead, but I wanted to see what her response was. She said, "Sure, if that's what you want we can...." and her voice trailed off as she realized I wouldn't be around for my birthday. She seemed sad, but resigned to the fact that I was going to die. I felt a little bad I did that to my mom. I'm sure this couldn't be easy on her either. But I walked off without saying anything else to her.

I don't really remember any more specific details, but this dream seemed to last all day. I felt my tension grow as the day progressed. I was alone for most of the dream.

I'm sure this dreams represents some real feelings deep inside. Although, in real life I have a very caring and loving family that would never have acted like this, so this must represent something deeper. I'll have to think about it.

Morning of September 10, 2015. Thursday.



Last updated Sunday, 27 September 2015: I added a rough map with textual corrections, as past online versions of this entry did not describe the correct directional orientation. I offer my apologies and I thank you for your interest in my extensive and meticulous dream work.

The outdoor setting in my dream is of a fictional layout (though with known familiar features in the wrong place), and yet, it is somehow the “same” area I supposedly lived on King Street in the 1980s. The King Street boarding house, rather than being on the corner, is moved in my dream about one large lot westerly from the corner. This alteration, to my knowledge, has never occurred as such in any dream. That is, to my knowledge (and extensive dream records), I have never dreamt about (or ever imagined while awake as far as I recall) the King Street boarding house being anywhere but on a corner of an intersection (and usually in the correct location except for a few dreams where it seemed more westward relative to the rest of La Crosse).

I am with Leonard S, the Polish pinhead (and unlike Schlitzie, who was also male, Leonard always dressed in men’s clothing). Usually when he appears in a dream (at least over the past twenty years), it is an ordinary conversation or experience somewhat enhanced with a cheerful mood. This time, I am reminiscing over when I first met him, though there does not seem to be a back story regarding my implied age as he himself looks as he did around 1980, perhaps even a few years younger (possibly looking as he did before I met him in real life). However, the “memory” is entirely fictional. I talk to him about when I supposedly found a toy soldier buried in the ground in the empty lot to the left of the boarding house when looking southward (and as already stated, this layout did not exist in reality), near the southwest corner of the lot, just before I met him. I apparently soon gave it “back” to him (assuming he had lost it, though perhaps he deliberately buried it - this is not certain). He does not seem confused or annoyed over this faux memory and my telling of it. Most of what I relate seems fairly “realistic” until I wake.

I visualize the empty lot, which seems to be at night. Much of the front of the boarding house itself looks similar otherwise. In the majority of dreams concerning Leonard, he often seemed of near-average intelligence. In real life, though, he would do a lot of unusual things, such as, upon seeing a girl, shout “Puddytat! Foooooos!” and would paw the air. Still, he was friendlier, more outgoing, and more generous than a lot of normal people.

I was in a late friend at high school's house. We were playing DnD and some other games. There was a person there who called me gay for thinking about him in a sexual matter.

1: I was going around the suburb where my school is checking out real estate (fragment).

2: I was playing hearthstone and instead of picking your class for arena I could pick different heroes who had already had certain number of wins. The first time I did it I picked one which would get 25-75 wins, so I ended up with 53 or so and Gold ridiculous amount of gold. I showed this to my friend at school and he couldn't believe it, as he kept on only getting ones with 2-3 wins. This was a rather odd dream, particularly as when I was actually playing the game I got transported to a New York style city.

3: I remember fragments about someone vomiting and a few people being in an all terrain vehicle.

I'm sure I remembered more but I have forgotten a decent chunk, lazy wakings hehe.

One of us will win the contest and escape, and the rest of us will be doused with gasoline and burned to death.

Oh, it hurts. It hurts a lot.

*Tried to WILD+WBTB again last night, with no success at all. I've reached the conclusion that I cannot attempt to lucid dream until the weather gets cooler. Even with the air conditioner on, it's still painfully hot and uncomfortable upstairs, keeping me from being able to relax properly. I'll have to wait until it gets cooler, or until I get a new fan, because my old one broke. For now, I'm going to focus on improving my dream recall by writing all my dreams down here.*

I did have 2 small dreams last night. The first one was this:

I think it involved being near my school, but the only thing I really remember was boarding a really cramped school bus, and sitting next to someone whom I've probably never seen before. I don't remember their face, it was odd...

The second one was:

The next one involved me being far away from a hill that had a wooden gate that was open. I was at the bottom of the hill with a sniper rifle picking off "bad guys" that really looked like they belonged in Far Cry 3. I've been playing a lot of that game lately, so I guess this was bound to happen eventually. My parents were near them for some reason, and I was defending them I suppose.

I don't remember much else, so I guess that's it. It sucks that I need to wait for the weather to get better in order for me to try to LD, but it shouldn't take too long since it's already September.

Morning of September 9, 2015. Wednesday.



I am apparently at a department of education building, possibly in Brisbane, but it is more like my old school in Arcadia. However, the building may actually be at least four storeys high or more, though I think we are on the top floor. There also seem to be classes held at times or at least meetings, mostly with eighteen-year-olds and up. I am with my wife Zsuzsanna in one of the rooms and I start to work on a subtraction program for our two youngest sons to enhance their speed in general mathematics. Over time, I am actually able to read and resolve the code, but I still do not feel it is perfect, as I want to make sure there are no errors in how the digits are presented and such in columns (though I still want the randomization to be reasonable).

My wife and I seem to be the only people in the building at first at one point (though I sensed our two youngest sons were there earlier), as I sense it is late at night and the building has mostly been locked for the night. However, at least one other person, an obnoxious young Ivy Leaguer from Yale of about twenty years old (who seems a fictional associate or old classmate at one point, though I never went to Yale) is in the building, but is causing problems with the building’s security as well as possibly damaging or altering cache copies of extensive records and educational reports and administration feedback and with the seeming goal of replacing important information with mindless gossip about each and every teacher and student. He is even putting glitches in the calculus programs and altering images and data in civics and sociology programs. I decide to alter the building’s computer system and block access to the internal workings of the building and all the records. This is unusual in that the building itself is like a computer relative to software-driven doors, lights, elevator functions, and many other features. It is as if everything in the building is somehow linked to computer software (though seemingly not voice-driven).

The pad for the main building’s system looks like Windows calculator. I falsely “remember” a special function that does not cause the building to “self-destruct” but to cause total confusion for clueless intruders and would-be vandals. I enter the Qword DEAD C0DE 0BAD FEED as a hexadecimal input (with of course the “0” being a zero as the letters only go from A to F, thus why it is called hexadecimal - for the six letters). This causes random byte values to be placed in random buffers all over the building in every software-driven section, similar to the “poke” command on old Commodore 64 computers (though in this case does not breach the internal records, which are all backed up in non-adjacent systems). Various lights go off and on randomly and even random doors open and close. This seems to all be taking place on at least the third floor at this point.

After awhile, the unknown male comes out of a room and seems annoyed. He tells me that all this chaos will alert the authorities (or possibly even randomly trigger an alarm). He seems to think I am “with” him, but my wife and I just want him out and then we will leave the building. He apparently thinks it is amusing to disrupt the educational and social progress of people of all ages (including children). When we are walking in a hall, I push him into a malfunctioning elevator that is halfway between floors but the fall does not injure him that badly. This scene is the most vivid and realistic part of my dream, though I am not lucid at any point. (This also now triggers a memory of when my sister Marilyn used to say “his elevator doesn’t go to the top floor” when talking about an annoying or less-intelligent person.)

From here, I notice some sort of meeting being held in one classroom, which I can see through the glass walls and horizontal darker zebrawood beams on the other side of the hall from the elevator. The speaker is an older lady with gray hair and somewhat stocky (she does not look at all familiar in any way). She seems very friendly and responsive. I ask her if there are any authorities in the building but at this point, things seem to be getting back to normal as it seems the intruder has left the building (or possibly already caught by security guards or police), which has rebooted itself with one of the random values triggering the reboot function. My wife and I go to the first floor.

Just prior to us walking from the building into the late night (or very early morning), I notice we are completely undressed. I am not even sure how and when that happened. Perhaps one of the random values triggered the erasing of our clothes, but that is only a very vague and very brief contemplation. I pull a thin bed sheet seemingly out of nowhere (out of the air itself, it seems) to cover myself as we walk home, feeling quite happy at this point.

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Morning of September 9, 2015. Wednesday.



In the first part of my dream, which does not flow directly into the next scenes, I am on stage playing a flute for a seemingly long time; a very long version of “For My Lady” (from Seventh Sojourn from 1972, which I had on cassette for a number of years) and I seem to actually be performing with The Moody Blues. From here, I eventually fly from the stage into an (at first) unknown region.

I decide to walk for awhile. Eventually, I seem to be in an undesirable part of town. For some reason, an unknown male approaches me. I first think that his intent is to rob me, so I say how I know (I think) someone named Tony, who apparently leads a group of gangsters. I had never met this person, but the other male walks back to his apartment building, taking me along in a friendly manner.

When we reach the building and the small room which is somewhat kitchen-like, there is a young gangster in a T-shirt who is smoking and who is apparently the leader. He is seated on a small wooden chair. A burly male stands by another door. Oddly, the leader seems to acknowledge me as “David”, which the other male calls me as if that is my actual name (though I can tell he does not remember me - though also can sense he accepts me as someone he knew years ago). I get a vague impression that David was the human name of the Incredible Hulk, but it is not pertinent to any aspect of my dream. I really do not want to hang around these people so I make the excuse that I will leave and do a “hit” for them, as the leader seems to be broke and the idea of a “hit” is supposedly to get money (rather than just kill someone) and not necessarily kill the person you are robbing.

I leave and eventually reach the front of the building. Unexpectedly, the “staircase” is made of old pieces of railroad ties that were split in half and are arranged downward like a diagonal crooked ladder rather than steps. I have to climb down, which is somewhat annoying, trying on both my stomach and in crab position. Two very happy young Jamaican boys (probably only about three years old) are also playing on the diagonal ladder on my left and climbing down. I have a bit of concern for them, as the structure eventually goes down into seemingly deep water. An immensely overweight Jamaican woman is on my right and has to climb over me to get to her children but it is not that problematic and there is no drama. Humorously, now is the time I pick to fly up and away, rather than having done it from the top of the problematic faux staircase.

From here, I fly north down Tenth Street, past the King Street boarding house on the corner and to my left, flying about five feet from the ground. Someone shouts as if annoyed, so I fly much higher, but then fly back down to about ten feet from the street. Eventually, I think about visiting relatives, but soon realize that most of my relatives in this region have died. I fly past an unfamiliar bakery (which is on my right) where there is a red-haired girl visible through the large front windows and seemingly taking something out of a large oven, possibly muffins or cookies. I wave absentmindedly and she waves back but does not seem that friendly. I somehow think it is Anita (who never had red hair) but then I realize it is my wife’s younger half-sister Leila, who we have not seen in years (and she has never been to America as far as I know). I continue to fly on and upward and then decide that I should fly back home so I can “finally” wake up (even though I had not been actively lucid at any point). I am glad to wake up and be “back” with my wife and family.

I was on a beach at night. Lucid now. I remember feeling like I was on a rather small island. There was a strange dim light emitting from all around me. I didn't really take notice of that. I remember I felt a menacing presence, like some kind of monster was coming to torment/attack me.

I saw two rabbits come out of the woods. One of them was considerably smaller than the other. It had light brownish fur. There were patches of fur missing and what looked like burns. The larger rabbit was spotted and had its ears clipped clean off and was bleeding from them.

I then swiped my hands across the two rabbits trying to heal them. It didn't work completely. The burns on the small rabbit looked smaller and less severe. The larger rabbit had one of his ears back. It was then that a wite cat came hobbling out of the rainforest. Also injured, it was missing its leg. I then did the same thing to the cat and gave it back its leg. I felt that the monster was getting closer. I could tell the animals were on edge.

I saw the monster emerge from the woods. It had yellow eyes and a sort of horse head, with a mouth that hung open and sharp teeth. I think something on its shoulders was on fire. It had a sort of centaur build, with a humanoid body becoming that of a horse.

I could feel its negative presence was very strong. It was somehow able to re-injure the animals just by emitting some kind of wave of negative energy. I felt the wave too, but it was too weak to affect me. I could also tell that the monster wasn't particularly interested in scaring/hurting me, though it's presence was still frightening. It merely wanted to torment the animals.

I thought about fighting the monster at first, but then remembered my 'scare them off' technique.

Spoiler for Spooky Scary Face:

The monster made a yelping sound and ran back into the woods.

I just scared off my own nightmare. Oh, how the tables have turned... (Though granted, I should have asked it what it represented.)

I looked back at the animals that I was protecting and healed them a second time, at least to the best of my ability. I then decided that I would bring good fortune to them. I reached into my pocked expecting to pull out something useful. I only felt a little peice of paper. When I took it out and unfolded it, I thought it was a one hundred dollar bill. Closer examination revealed that it was a one hundred thousand dollar bill.

I tried to give it to the smaller rabbit, who still had the burns to some degree. It looked at me curiously, as if to say 'How's that supposed to help?'. I figured animals wouldn't have much use for money. So I just tried repeatedly wiping my hand over the rabbit, completely healing it. The dream fades out here.

Once I use a dream power three times, I count it as a persistent dream power. This means that scary face to scare off dcs and avoid conflict is a go.

I was a character in an anime/TV show. It was a school show that took place in a floating school inside the atmosphere of Jupiter. The school was a number of very high tech looking white boxes suspended by some kind of gravity particle technology. They were connected by exterior platforms and there was some kind of field that kept a breathable, non-corrosive atmosphere in the vicinity of the school. The overall look of the location was exceptionally well rendered.

The characters however, looked flat and cartoony. Like poorly animated flash characters superimposed on a realistic and beautiful environment. Many of them had rather bland and forgettable designs or were characters that I recognized from either my own creation or any animated series that I have seen.

For a time, I was one of the characters. I was just walking around quietly. Curiously observing the surroundings. I had some inkling that what I was experiencing was a daydream. I recall seeing that one character was trapped in a small white floating box with a similar aesthetic to the school. I remember thinking that this was some kind of bullying tactic.

I then was booted from controlling myself, and forced to observe in third person. A couple of characters approached mine, asking if he would like to stay after school and help them study. 'I' said no, justifying it with the idea that the other characters were ugly and therefore not worth spending my time with.

My character then left the scene. It then explained these characters had made underwent some kind of change at night. Where the ugly nerd characters would become beautiful and the beautiful characters would become ugly. It had something to do with the machine/box that the one character was sitting in earlier.

The dream had some kind of moral having do to with how you should not judge a book by its cover.

I became lucid at this point and decided that the dream was pointless. This was projected by my character getting a cartoonish rage face and screaming. "Stop making me a character on a TV show!"

I am getting a bit bothered by these 'character in a TV show' dreams. Maybe I should start getting to the bottom of why they keep occurring.

I also recall part of a dream where I was at what felt like my old high school. Only it was spread out across multiple buildings and there were beautiful outdoor areas with gardens and fountains. I was walking with my some random people who I felt were my friends, and talking about lucid dreaming. Naturally, this led me to actually become lucid.

I remember I came outside because I needed to explain something to them. I tried to use dream control to create a world map for some reason, though it failed to alter the environment in any way.

I then remember I started eating a rather large chocolate chip cookie. Though the cookie had a sort of unnatural yellowish color to it. It tasted really good, and I knew it was a dream so I could chow down all I wanted, but for some reason, I started getting a sickly feeling in my stomach anyway. I stopped and pondered what I was doing for a good long time.

Manei approached me, though she had taken the form of a young boy. Not sure if it was on purpose. She asked me what I was going to do now. I threw the cookie into the grass and said that I knew what was important here and now. She started to energy sync with me and I lost the dream.

...

There was a large section on nonlucid dream before this that I have forgotten.

I was again with Manei. This time we are in a bog and there are some other DCs present. Though they are not actively attacking us, they are exceedingly and intentionally annoying. I became lucid and I flew the both of us away.

I flew up over a forested ridge. There was a beautiful and expansive oriental city spread out in that direction. The city had green and gold rooftops with a sort of beige construction. The buildings had a very ubiquitous look to them. Though there was some variation in height, size and shape, they were all so similar in design and none of them had any defining characteristics.

I then made the mistake of asking myself how the heck I was carrying her. Last time I tried to lift off with her on my shoulders I didn't get more than six inches off the ground and flew backwards into a tree. Just as I thought that we started going down. I thought to myself "It's a dream! She doesn't even have any real weight!" but I was plummeting toward the ground anyway. The thought had entered my mind and now it was not going to leave. We fell into a dirt street at speeds that would kill anyone IWL and rolled across the ground. Not a scratch on us, of course.

For some reason this was absolutely hilarious to her and she wouldn't stop laughing. I knew she knew how I let the thought of failure into my mind fully aware of what the end result would be.

"Fine then, maybe you should start flying me around."

She had to ponder that for a second. Apparently this was a new idea to her.

I got up. The dream went in third person for a moment. It had become very foggy and I took note that there was nobody in the city. There was a wind chime hanging from the corner of one of the roofs that made an odd sound.

I got bored and instead began thinking of ways we could travel together. I considered a glider staff, like from Avatar. Or perhaps a hoverboard. Or what about some kind of pocket dimension thing that I could put her inside. Nah. She wouldn't like that...

The dream faded into waking daydreams. I was awake now, but the final portion of the dream continued to play over and over for sometime.

I had a rather distressing dream last night about fighting to use a public toilet . On the positive side my recall has increased significantly over the past few days.
1: I was at a bank with my dad, but for some reason he was in a wheelchair. We withdrew some money from an ATM, but as we were leaving some people came up to us with guns. I think my dad got up out of his wheelchair and started fighting them, which surprised everyone involved.

2: I was watching/involved with motorbike and car racing, in particular a race where one competed against the other. I was racing/watching the guy on the motorbike, and as I was going around the corner one of my tyres burst, so I erratically tried to cross over the line before the car who I was previously beating zoomed up to overtake me.

3: I was at an art exhibition and party with my brother at school. Initially everyone in the year level had a feast of pizza and coke, then we went to look at the art. I think the theme of the exhibition was meant to be offensive art, as a lot of it had somewhat offensive jokes about students in my year level. There was one about me and my brother involving the twin towers and bananas in pyjamas, which I found hilarious but I don't know how the other DC's reacted haha.

4: I was involved in a school camp, with a group of 'the lads' and I sharing a really nice, big wooden cabin room. I can't remember to much of this but I do remember a large fireplace in the middle of the room.

5: Toilet dream! My brother, dad and I went to a cinema to watch Rush Hour 4(my dream memory told me that I had just watched rush hour 3 prior so wanted to see the new one). Unfortunately when we arrived we found that the movie had been cancelled that day, and with nothing else grabbing our attention we decided to go home. I needed to go to the toilet, so I lined up outside the public toilet thing they had there. There were 2 people in front of me at first, 1 of them went in, then another guy cut infront to be the next person in. By this stage the line had grown to about a dozen people and tensions were flaring. The guy in front of me went so I was in front, but all these people behind were pushing and shoving to go in. I held them back for a while but 1 slipped through and got in, even though the previous guy wasn't done. A massive argument started and the guy inside refused under any circumstances to get out. As this was the only public toilet around everyone grew irate and I received the brunt of the hate. I tried to escape by running outside, and I saw there was a toilet at the beachy end of what appeared to be the island I was on. I ran towards it and the crowd behind me followed, with one of the managing to sneak infront and get there first. he slipped inside and I was left to battle the crazy horde outside. The dream crossed over a bit with the school camp one, as I went through a side door to find another camp group's cabin. They invited me to use their toilet, but I felt a sense of duty and responsibility for what was happening outside. So, I dived back outside and fought my way through the raging throng of people to the door. Once there I had to fight off 3 people at a time for about a minute while the other guy was going, all the while screaming "It's MY turn to sue the toilet!". Eventually the toilet was free and I made inside, to blessed relief .

6: Just a fragment, something about an incredibly expensive gold table tennis ball, worth something like 25 000 dollars.