non-lucid

i remember walking this road with some other people, while walking the road
i remember wearing some sunglasses and saying something about how the
sunglasses didnt exist or something along this lines. we walked and after some seconds we found a some kind of hill, i look behind and they point at me signaling that should i go alone. i go up the hill and the dream starts fading...

I recall only one, weird and convulted fragment. I was in the toilet of my house. When I finished using it, the toilet seat started to fill itself with water, which slowly started to flow out of it. I felt the water touching my feet, and I saw that I have no shoes on. I went to find my shoes, which were outside my house, swimming in the sewage waste flowing out of toilet window. I got them and went back to house, so I could clean them. Everything started to look weirdly stretched, but it wasn't a change in the world. I saw that my neck is getting weirdly stretched back.

Another mega recall night: no lucids but dayum the detail. Lost the early (considerable) recall due to laziness (didn't record), and a late morning multiple waking continuous epic occupied almost all my dream memory space apparently, clobbering the earlier recall.

Another two Opti-Men day: one in afternoon, one an hour or so before bed. Lots of wakings, and lots of recall. Sort of a day off at the lake.

earlier:

(so much more forgotten, damn!)

+ who's that guy wearing the full-body "Coke" advertising outfit and baseball cap? The letters C-o-k-e are huge and spreads sideways from his shirt down to his pants. The letters are gold and the outfit is red. The same gold "Coke" is on the front of his red cap. Oh, it's my cousin P, I guess he's moonlighting as a pizza delivery guy, there's the boxes of pizza right there with my family to the right at the table (took a bite)

+ tennis date: started playing on the court with with Na (clarinet from the childhood neighborhood), she makes a shot which lands near the baseline, I get down and watch it hit the ground. There are two lines there very close together: one is the singles baseline, and one is the doubles baseline. The ball landed right between these two lines. I tell Na "your shot was out for singles, but in for doubles" (I repeat this again?). I think about hitting back a zippy forehand with lots of topspin.

To my right a crowd has entered the court: I see a middle-aged Chris Evert has come and she's giving a master class on tennis serving. She tosses, swings, and follows through, commenting on what she's doing. At one point she "glitches" and fast repeats a movement several times. I'm glad we got to the courts before this or we may not have gotten a court.

Na is now O, my wife's student (the goofy/cute/hot/sweet one) and we're on a date here playing tennis, now watching Chris Evert's class. We're getting closer and more and more cuddly with each other, more touchy, it's really exciting. Chris Evert at one point says something meant for the "couples" in the crowd and O jabs me that I didn't respond, but I was lost in thought about her (O) and say so. I'm standing slightly to her right and behind her, and lean around to her face and kiss her, I'm semi-hard and pressed up against her leg and I imagine she can feel that.

I'm wondering what my wife will think of me marrying O? I "remember" my wife's said before that I'm free to go, but with O may be too much.

O lies down in pain, she says "Oh, it hurts!" and she puts her right hand (I'm on her right side) on to her lower abdomen/lady parts area. I think she may be having female cramps. I'm saying (in various languages) "What is it? What's wrong? etc" Her legs are spread (she's wearing black leggings) and I massage the tendons of her inner thighs at the pelvis (pretty much right on top of her (ahem) but this is not sexual), and say to her she probably strained these running while playing tennis.

late:

+ multiple-waking epic: we've returned to our California adult home

Why are we here? Where are the new owners (the house is empty)? Why can't I remembe this? How long can we be here? Did we buy it back? If so, that would be awesome, I really miss this place. I'm standing in the kitchen and see the beautiful malachite-colored counter tops and the pale maple cabinets. I walk down into the living room and see two colorful Christmas trees there: one just a bit to the left of its normal position, and one smaller one over by the entertainment center.

Brief scene with son S1 as a young boy. Something about playing/rewinding a VCR tape?

Huge doctor bill:
At the dentist/doctor's, when we moved away before, we left a huge (10's of 1000's of $) unpaid bill, for what, look at the itemized list with huge costs for each procedure (what could be so expensive?), what should we do (I say ditch it!)? It would take us years of saving to pay this. I say (and think if I should say this out loud) that "we only manage to net $2000 per month" (I think what's the right word, net or gross?). The people around us in the waiting room turn and look at us in pity for only clearing such a small amount.

Christmas:
Emotional scene with young song S2. I say we should go shopping and buy and wrap the Christmas presents, don't you want to do that? He is sad and says no. I think "oops have I ruined the magic of Christmas?" I struggle with what should I answer if he asks me about Santa Claus: should I be truthful or maintain the magic? I weep/sob hysterically while looking at a couch and thinking about my son and my own lost Christmas innocence.

Cleaning out the yard:
I want to just hang out but my wife wants to get rid of the big old cabinet standing there in the side yard under the tarp. We carry a long piece of it into the garage, I want to place it right next to the garage door so that when I bring the van it's convenient to load up after opening the garage door, my wife disagrees, I'm frustrated at her disagreement. In the garage, I spot a vicious stray dog squatting there, he's large and looks like pit bull. I see a small dirty thick mattress that he sleeps on under a set of shelves.

Spiders:
In room blasting spider nests and a daddy-longlegs off the wall with a water gun (I think it's actually shooting bullets?) while son S2 watches. Through a opening in the wall between the kitchen and the garage I see a lot of spiders in a space behind the drywall: we'll have to remove this and clean them out.

Standing between the kitchen and the garage, I look into the kitchen and notice an area with missing/peeling decorative red-shiny-reflective tape. We'll have to replace this. There are also what looks like very sooty white fuses on the wall, we'll have to clean these. Are we preparing this place to sell again?

The dog:
My wife is down in the garage and I'm at the door to the kitchen, and I see the stray dog crouching below some shelves, I yell to my wife "come here now!" she comes, and the dog lunges. I block the dog with something, I'm holding a barrier up at the dog's neck the dog is extended up on its hind legs. I make friends with the dog, petting it and talking to it soothingly, it gets very friendly, I take it to show my family, it's more like a curly-haired big poodle now, it lies on its back and we rub its tummy, it looks more like a bigger version of our old dog now. It gets up and walks and I see that someone has painted a heart-shaped big purplish drawing around it's butt based on "My Little Pony."

The daughters / will:
I see a picture/video/live scene of two cute young girls dressed up in frilly dresses, about 4 and 6 years old. Are these my daughters? Did we have two girls and I can't remember it? Such a major life event, why can't I clearly remember this? I go ask my wife about this, are these daughters hers from her previous marriage? She indicates yes, but they're both degenerates now (as adults), one is a vegetable in the hospital, and the other is a useless low-life. I do not want these girls messing with my sons' inheritance. I consult an expert about this, can I write a will that clearly gives everything 50/50 to my two sons that will withstand any late challenge? People tend to come out of the woodwork at probate/inheritance, they may somehow hear about it and show up to claim something. The guy says it's important to get an official copy stored with a trustworthy person in case someone presents a forgery. I think who would work for this, who's the right age, and decide on my sister. "She's totally trustworthy" I say. Mmm Hmm he says.

The party: (this is like a sub-dream within the "returned home" dream, many scenes):

Cup throwing game: I'm tossing plastic clear drinking cups to (girls) across the room. I'm spinning the cups with both hands and they're flying like tube-frisbees. One cup is crushed and I try to unwrinkle it. It doesn't have a cut out bottom, it won't fly well I think, I try tossing it and indeed it does not fly straight. I toss to a girl across, she tosses back to me, I toss to another girl, she tosses back to someone else? My wife says no, I must be the one to get the cup and re-throw it.

In a group of people at the table the M's (british schooling former friends with the annoying chidren) are there. KM and RM. They look very old, gray hair, old faces, grayish like covered in a layer of flour. KM reaches a hand and I shake it. Them RM and I shake hands I have to lean really far forwards in order to do this. RM has a big deep chunk missing from her nose around her left nostril, it's very red. The M's say "but what about the property?" referring to the daughters/will situation. I get upset and say they shouldn't talk about such things.

At the table, we need to put away the glasses, I say the ladies should do this (they object a bit?) my sister puts a glass into the display case, some (green?) liquid oozes out and I catch it cupping my hands together, it wasn't washed properly.

The party is moving to the park across the street! A few people are walking but most (seemingly all girls?) have piled into one of the two cars. They're really packed in sitting on top of one another. There is a clean place left for me in the driver's seat. I get in and we take off. This is in the middle of a large city at a hexagonal roundabout at the top of a hill. There are two exiits I could take to get out of the parking lot onto the street, but the one on the right is crowded with cars so I take the left one. I need to turn right, but the direction signs painted on the ground only indicate left-turn allowed. I ignore this and turn right. For several turns I move my way around to the left of each of the exit roads of the roundabout. I enter a (tunnel?) inside. Then we're walking in a mall near a movie theater and I'm looking for someone who works here to ask directions to how to get out of here.

In a boat on the water by the pier. I'm looking down into the murky water, trying to see something. The sunlight is streaming down into the water and then I can see it is revealing the ground, this is the first time I've ever seen the ground here it's about 20 feet deep (day residue from the day at the lake, observing the pattern of the sun through the water and on the sand). I imagine one can see fishes, and then I see them: the water is thick with them, medium sized. What about sharks? Yes there are some larger fish clearly sharks. A second boat has a boy/girl leaning too far over the side I shout to get back in, I think he/she might fall in and get eaten by a shark. He/she throws something like a sock into the water which lands on the head of one of the fish, I yell not to throw stuff.

At an ice cream stand high above the water, my father chastises the kid for not listening to me in the boat.

Chris Betrays Ronda
Ronda Rousey is getting interviewed in an octagon ring by Chris Weidman. Ronda flips out and tries to slap him. She's very angry and emotional. It's as if Chris betrayed her in some way. She continues trying to attack Chris by throwing head kicks etc at him. Chris is blocking majority of strikes and is looking a bit befuddled or guilty in the situation. Ronda is grappling with him against the fence and is using her head to try and control him. Eventually Chris gets away and has a bit of a smirk on his face.

I can't figure out what caused the reaction from Ronda, so I think about digging deeper to figure out what happened. I see some of the UFC fighters warming up or exercising. I was thinking that maybe I could see what happened between Ronda and Chris in this scene. It looks like Ronda is arching her back over someone else's back.

Dream Fragment
I've come from around near my primary school, and now waiting at the crossing. I see Bruce. He's wearing a suit that looks odd on him, being that he's a skinny tall guy. As we walk across the crossing, I think I fall over. Myself, Bruce and the crossing guy have a chat. I joke around saying Bruce is a shit bloke or something.

Morning of July 29, 2015. Wednesday.



My dream before this, as is sometimes the case, is just a bit too surreal to even begin to describe correctly, though I would not say abstract. It involved something about another planet (or perhaps alternate universe) with at least three larger unusual lifeforms, one like some sort of composite of snake, slug, and something else. I and about three others are exploring the area and a couple different creatures approach us (I assume by either scent detection or movement) but there is no direct threat. We actually seem to be some sort of creatures in a couple scenes. It is hard to relate. The region is not that defined and seems somewhat like a miniature mountain and cliff area. One of us as a creature first seems terrified (of the snake-slug-whatever) but others of us (as creatures) are able to communicate with the other creature and it goes on its way.

At any rate, I shift into a more “normal” dream and am in a room that (yet again) seems loosely modeled after features from the house in Cubitis (where I have not lived since late June of 1978). This time the carport area is apparently inside the house though the window (of the internal wall) of my oldest son’s room makes it seem like our present home on W Street. (Otherwise his room would be modeled after my room as a teenager).

For seemingly the “entire night” I am playing around with some sort of unusual compact disc. It has a pattern on its surface much like the image in this entry on the playing side (rather than more uniform bands of color). For some reason, I “recognize” it as a chaordic disc that can be “played” by randomly moving the mouse so that the laser goes all over the surface through random data rather than just reading it normally.

Doing this (and I have no clue why) results as one continuous combined event in various very short pieces of music, voices (mostly female) uttering one phrase, fractal patterns forming out of quickly sequenced images, and so on, with possibly what may even be some correct new form of mathematics related to fractals and chaos-related calculus (which I do not work on as much as I did about twenty years ago). I can clearly hear everything in perfect stereo though the imagery is two-dimensional as on my real computer monitor (and I do not attempt to “project” into the imagery).

Again, I am not sure why I have gotten into playing around like this. It may even be originally (at least in one data track) some sort of portmanteau movie though also integrated with scientific data and other features. Some of the images on the screen are cloud forms mixed with Mandelbrot patterns. It is almost like trying to make sense out of watching frames of several different movies at once out of about a hundred total while listening to one or half a measure of various audio recordings.

I eventually notice my oldest son’s computer coming on in the next room (via the window in the internal wall) except that it is only white lines slowly appearing in sequence on a black screen as it boots up (as on an old MS-DOS system). I am surprised my son is up so early in the morning to look at his computer (as it is not yet dawn). My computer’s monitor had been facing north (as I am looking south) and my son’s computer’s monitor is facing east. Yet again, I am “fooled” (or I fool myself, more like) into integrating my Cubitis home into a recent dream setting with my typical in-dream amnesia of real-life present locations (as I am not lucid at any point). However, no composite is ever quite the same as any other even after hundreds of variations, which is intriguing in a way.

First false awakening

I woke up in the middle of the night. Everything was dark all around, so I turned the lights on, took my laptop and turned it on. I started to write some code - it was a quasi C++ mixed up with Python and Java. Then I started to compile it. The effect was instant - somehow, the code was working. I saved all the files, turned laptop off and went back to bed.

Second false awakening

I woke up on a sofa in the living room. I quickly standed up and went to my bedroom through the kitchen. The room layout was normal, though most of furniture were moved to different places, and the lights were working weirdly. When turned on, they lit only a spot in the middle of the room, leaving the rest of it dark. When entering my bedroom, everything disappeared and I was left in void. After a three seconds or so, I could move freely, as if there was an invisible floor. Suddenly, a group of men and women appeared, making an orgy. I joined them. When I was just about to finish, my room appeared again, this time with my friend and another dude. He said "You like wanking, eh?" I just took some clothes from the wardrobe and went to take a shower. After that, I wanted to go to sleep, but I had to go to a sofa, as my bed was taken by someone else.

Third false awakening

I woke up in my bed in the early morning. I was going to do what I always do in those situations - stand up from bed, drink something (tea or water preferable), go to toilet, and go back to bed, ending 4-6 minute WBTB. This time however, on the way to toilet I met my mother. I asked "When do I have to go for drivers license ride?" She said "Half past seven." I said "I thought it was half past five." Then she replied "No, it's half past seven. Do your thing and get back to bed!" Then I finished the cycle.

All I recall was that I was on Dreamviews (in the dream) writing a really long DJ entry *reality checks*. I had a really long DJ entry all written in my non-lucid color code. I remember it needed paragraph breaks really badly. I divided up the entry at sort of random points just to make it look less intimidating.

Somebody had asked me about the Star Wars soundtrack and how it related to the TV shows Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, and Adventure time. (Only the latter of the three I have been invested in for any amount of time, and I've gotten behind on Adventure time, watching anime and stuff lately.) Someone said these shows were important because they seemed like very innocent shows but all had deep, complex storytelling.

Dug Out The Bear
I'm near a tree where a bear had been dug up. It's happy towards the policemen for saving it. I stay overnight in a tent and my dogs are there. I lose trigger due to it raining and was probably scared. Stressing out. Walk to shop. Dave gets pizza or something. Walking down blaxland and trying to find trig. I see another dog at entrance. Dads walking REX at night.

Triggers Surgery
I'm outside in the backyard of my old house. Trigger is about to get operated on by a female surgeon. She inserts the long needle into his neck which will soon put him asleep. I pat trigger as he gets drowsy and drowsier. The surgeon slices trigger down the stomach. It sicks me out and I expect to smell something rotten, but I don't. The surgeon slices me from the armpit down to the bottom of my rib cage. I don't feel any pain as I walk around a little. I worry that maybe an organ will fall out if I'm not careful. I start to think that maybe trigger will die in surgery, due to his age.

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

Dream 1: Hangin out with Lloyd
I remembered heaps of this dream but then forgot it 90% of it -.-.
It was a slice of life kind of dream, really nice and vibrant, it seemed to take place at my primary schools grassy field. I was hanging out with friends on a nice bright summer day and I see my friend Lloyd. He hasn't spotted me yet and I haven't seen him for some time now, so I decide to go surprise him. I can't remember how I surprised him but we all laughed and then played some sort of sporty game, the whole thing was a blast.

Dream 2: Insect zoo or something...
I was walking down a corridor in a dimly lit hall, it was about 3 metres wide and everything was wooden to give off a 'nature-like' feel for its insect residents. The insects were behind several large glass panes that stretched up across a cross-section of a tree, of which there were 3 in my immediate vision. Candice and another guy who's name I forgot were looking at them with interest (they're geologists who specialise in fossils of trees and stuff), the guy said "oh there's actually a real one".. I glanced at what they were observing, I could make out the fake plastic giant insects (the size of a hand in length and quite thick, they had furryish bodies and large insect wings), but as I inspected closer I saw something else... The realism in the dream changed and suddenly things were sharper in detail, the insect I was now looking at was huge, it was nearly half a metre and appeared to be a queen... I could clearly make out the hairs on its body and see how its body quivered and vibrated with internal resonance, at this point I think I woke up...

After waking from this dream I felt funny, I couldn't move and I felt a sharp pain in my lower back, to which I immediately thought was the result of a giant bug biting me
I quickly shook of the sleep paralysis in the first few seconds though but still felt uncomfortable, I felt normal though. I then lay back down and cemented the dream in my mind and went back to bed. At which point I had a false awakening thinking there were spiders and bugs crawling all over me, I hopped out of bed and shook them all off, it was scary! Then I actually woke up...

I dreamed that I was at work. I wasn't doing my usual job, I was helping out in another department as I have done for the last two weeks. I put down the frame that I am inspecting and my tools, then turn around and start walking towards the door. As I walk through the plant towards the door, it gradually changes into a night forest and my coworkers begin to follow me, transforming into beautiful ladies around my age maybe as young as early twenties, all dressed in toga like dresses with a rope tied at the waist. My own clothes also change to this outfit. We stop at the edge of the forest, and a beautiful woman appears facing us. She stands taller than all the rest of us by a foot or two, but it doesn't seem odd to us. It just gives a physical representation to the power we can feel radiating from her. She names herself as Athena, and tells us that she has called us there to choose two of us as her champions. She chooses a beautiful blond girl and myself, and promises us that if we are victorious in the coming battle then we will win what we want the most. The trees on the edge of the forest grow together and form a large black wall with a white door. The blonde girl opens the door, we we both walk through. The room is the size of a tennis court with black walls and floor, with a thick white line cutting the room in half. On the other side, two more women walk through another door followed by another goddess who's name I can not remember. Athena follows us in, and declares to the other goddess that we are her champions, and the other goddess announces that the fight will be three rounds to the death. I definitely don't want to fight to the death, however two curved knives that reminded me a great deal of bolines appeared in the hands of all four of us champions. The girl directly across the line from me leaps towards me with her knives out. I fall back, scramble and dodge and try to argue my way out of the fight. I didn't agree to fight to the death, I don't want to do this! The girl leaps in again and I throw my own hands and knives forwards to block her attack, but end up cutting her hand off as well. The hand's momentum doesn't stop though it drops the knife, and the hand ends up grazing my arm as it keeps moving in my direction, smearing blood and fleshy pink gore on me. I jump back as the handless woman screams out in anger and pain, and look to the other champion of Athena. She's used the moment of distraction to take out her opponent, then looks to me and yells to finish her. I start stuttering that I don't want to kill anyone, but Athena reminds me in an eerily calm and motherly way that this is a fight to the death, it's her or me, and I am not doing her any favors by prolonging the battle and the pain. Realizing I have no way out and that she's right that a quick death would be far better than a slow and painful fight, I accept this fate and glide quickly and gracefully the ten feet between me and the staggering handless girl, and I slice her head clean off with both my blades. Then the other goddess calls out two more champions. I start to argue that she can't do that, we've already defeated her champions, but she reminds us that we have only won one round, we have to win three rounds to claim a victory. Once again, the blonde quickly jumps into the fight with her new opponent. My opponent is a quiet girl who looks a good deal like a stereotypical library chic who would do better with a book in her hands than knives. She is hesitant and I can tell she is scared, but I also know there is nothing I can do, it's her or me. I leap forwards like my first opponent had, catching the girl completely off guard and try to cut her head off for an instant painless death as well. I fail, and only manage to cut half way through her neck. Her face contorts in surprise and pain, and I curse under my breath as she starts stumbling backwards and farther away from me. I leap in again, this time finishing the job. I catch her body in one arm and her head in the other, and gently lower her to the ground and apologize to her corpse for not making it a clean death the first time. The third round goes much better, the girl is aggressive like the first, and I am able to simply hold my knives out as she leaps towards me and use her own momentum to decapitate her as she attacks. then the other goddess calls out another set of champions and I advance towards the other goddess with my knives defiantly telling her NO. She said three rounds, we have won three rounds, this stops NOW. Athena walks up to me, and smiles in a motherly way and nods gently to me saying, "Yes child, you are right. We said three rounds, and you have preformed exceptionally. Whatever it is you want, is yours." Then I wake up.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am attending my guru's teachings and one afternoon session is cancelled due to some couple who objects something very strongly. I hear them saying something about cruelty and dead animals. I don't know what's going on, but what they say doesn't make sense. Next day we're back in and the guru makes us watch some footage of a horrible tv show (apparently) in which puppies are squashed on stage by big machines. I want to vomit with the horror and I don't understand what I am seeing. I cry but I keep watching, because ignoring it won't undo it. I understand that I must go beyond my suffering and make it about their suffering. Also, I must develop compassion for the sick bastards who're behind this "thing". That's not so easy.

Back To School
I arrive at my home town football oval. I can see my brother in the distance kicking to the football. It's pretty packed and the cricket nets are full also. I see dad is here in his car. He may have dropped me off. I walk into the club rooms where there's quite a few people. It looks to be the first day of school because they're sorting out who goes it what class. I hear my name called out and I try to get their attention. Eventually they hear me and I walk over to the table where they called my name. It's a lady I'm talking to, and I ask her a serious but stupid question. I ask what year I completed last year. I think it was either 10 or 11. I feel lucky to be completing school as I know how important it is to work hard at it. I feel mature and willing to do so.

I get a phone call from someone that works for welfare. I explain a bit of my situation to her and she tells me that she may be able to get me on some sort of help. I break down, as I don't expect to hear that someone is willing to help. I explain how hard it is for me.

I'm back at the footy ground and I'm surfing behind the goals. There's a few levels where people sit, which have turned into sets of waves. I'm with a few people I know. I struggle to get onto some of the waves, as I can't find the right one to ride.

I'm in a mix of Daryl's old house and the top of where the waves were. Ronda Rousey offers me some cake that's been shaped into a picture of her. I say I only want a small piece and cut her head off the cake. She finds this ballsy and a sign of someone that really backs themselves.

I was back in high school, with my old spanish teacher. We were planning to have some kind of party or lunch together to celebrate the end of the year. I remember my high school crush was there (even though she wasn't in my class or never even took spanish in the first place.) Only, her name was different. I started talking with her.

I remember the teacher asked me to get some chips and salsa from the store and bring it in tomorrow. I told her I would. We went out in the hallway and everyone was waiting outside of the principals office because we needed to request to use the space.

I remember I started hoping that I would lucid dream. Once my crush left, I had nobody to talk to. I started to get really bored. I began to think about lucid dreaming and remembered my goals. I then hoped that I would get lucid when I went to bed that night.

I decided I should do reality checks. I did a mental reality check. I asked myself how I got here, and had a false memory that my dad drove me to school so I could help out with the spanish class lunch. False memories barricaded the traditional route. I then did a nose pinch, but I don't think I paid close attention. I then decided to look at my wrists to see if my bracelets were there, since that was what got me lucid before. They were.

"Great. I know i'm lucid now. But this isn't a dream."

Edit: Some other part that I forgot to mention while I first wrote this. I had come home, from school. Marcus was there, but in the dream he was my dad. He told me he was very happy because he had just printed out a the circuit board for his new project. He showed me a brown PCB with two large computer chips and many other components soldered onto it.

I wanted to see what he was working on. On the kitchen table of my house he had all these wires and computer parts layed out. In the middle was this big glass bubble with two copper coils on either side of it and some kind of energy in the middle.

My dad was talking during the night and this woke me up. I decided I would do a wake back to bed.

I kind of have to kind of censor/rewrite the first part of this dream because it has major spoilers for a story that I am writing.

Anyways, I was in a dark alley with my friends S and C. I felt like we were somewhere on my college campus. But we were also inside of the world of my old comic strip (something I don't mind spoiling, though this dream gives me nothing to spoil. Also, being in the world of a story, that's a dream sign.) S was concerned about being in the dark, but was relieved when I told him we were in the world of my old comic.

I remember telling him that my old comic and my new story actually exist in the same world. (Not actually true) And that my new story has horror elements. (True). We kind of got into a panic and started to run out of the dark, because we thought that some kind of monster would show up.

I remember looking into a grassy area and there were a ton of dead trees. I faintly saw ghosts moving between the trees and started to get more scared. We started to run up a ramp heading to the 'english complex', a fictional part of the college campus that the dream had created.

I remember this face floated down in front of me. That of a girl, but she had snakes coming out from behind her head, and had no eyes. I was scared, but I felt like it was something that was just "trying to be scary" and just pictured it fading away, and it did.

We got up into the daylight at the english campus. My friends left, and I 'remembered' (yet another false memory) that I had a painting project. I 'remembered' that we had to practice our paints just a little bit. I got out my paints and sat at a table. This other person (I can't remember if it was a boy or girl, but they had black hair.) sat with me.

I remember telling them about the project and that I wanted to paint Cyborg from Teen Titans. I remember I painted a bust shot of him that looked pretty decent but I messed up on the shoulder and there was a big black blob. The paint behaved like watercolor and was quite hard to control. I remember telling the person that I was sitting with that I didn't think it mattered because I was going to wake up in a minute.

I think I may have had my bracelets in this one too. I vaguely remember having them on early in the dream, when we were in the dark/scary area.

Lots of semi lucidity. Lots of false memories. Lots of those bracelets. I wonder if I can use those bracelets for consistent lucidity.

It was a warm morning. I went out of my bed, took some clothes and went to a kitchen. Looking through the window, I saw a black car parked in the middle of backyard. I saw that someone was coming out from the car: a pretty, blonde woman in early thirties - my previous teacher. She was wearing only short trousers and her brea. She was holding flowers in her hands, she looked at me and smiled.

I'll start with the dreams and then I'll give a quick thought about my current status and progression regarding LDing.

1. The escape

I'm on the run from the police and have to leave everything behind, currently I'm traversing through France and have to make my way to England because for some reason I'm safe there.
Most of the dream is walking/running around/away and the only scene I can remember is some sort of harbor area, very clean and empty with a large ship-like object that I have to go over but really it's all very blurry.

2. Pick your poison

I'm playing some sort of game and reached the end level, which seems to be a storage area with warehouses and such. I can choose from two types of bosses. While one boss probably is already hard I decided out of curiousity to pick them both, one boss that stormed out of a warehouse was a green dragon which doesn't play a major role in the dream. The other boss however is kinda creepy, a large man with a mask I think that looks like a butcher slowly walks towards me, I run away and make some distance but he keeps following me very relaxed and I start getting nervous. I enter a garage and decide to put up an ambush using some tools and machines around, I try to lure him into a trap in which two walls with spikes close in on each other, and while the trap is succesfull it only takes his 'health' down very little.
3. I don't even know

Reading over my notes I for once can't actually recall the dream itself so I'll leave the keywords that I dotted down so you can maybe give it a try:

Exam, Retry, Bathroom, Second part


As you might've noticed my recall lately has been EXTREMELY VOLATILE, one night I almost had the best recall I ever recorded and the next it was zero. This has happened several times now and I've never had this problem before. First, I decided to stop the DEILD alarm for now in hopes of archieving a steady recall and considering my main induction technique used to be DEILD/WILD I'll have to find other ways of waking up before a REM-cycle to archieve lucidity.

But I'm affraid simply stopping an alarm won't suffice, the roots of the problem are burried much, much deeper. The very mentality itself.
It's dark, the little candle flame that represented my motivation and imagination when I started this LD-session again is unfortunatly extinguished, in the past when I had steady recall over multiple weeks and although it was a short period I had frequent LDs, it was back then when that little flame was a raging fire of excitement.
I honestly don't know how to solve this and hope it is something that solves itself, I think the main reason I was so excited back then was the fact I discovered something new, had very little free time and saw results but right now I lack all of these things, or rather have them in abundance like free time. Thoughout the day I don't really care about dreaming nor do I think about it so really, it is my mentality.

The only cure I could think of is having an LD just like that, spontanious DILDs are what usually attract people to the practice of lucid dreaming and it's exactly what I need now.