non-lucid

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

Dream 1 - Lucid
I woke up in my room, my hands were in front of me and I knew that I was dreaming (I tried doing this to obtain lucidity a couple nights before but no success), I was in my parents house and decided to stabilize. I poked my finger through the palm of my hand and confirmed it was definitely a dream, and I continued on down the hallway. Who else should I see but my friend Samir carrying a tray loaded with breakfast goodies like porride, orange juice, bacon and pancakes etc... *smack* I whack the tray out of his hands sending everything flying, then casually stroll past, I glance back to see him shaking his head at me with a disappointed expression . Next I pass a girl carrying a cup of tea towards me, *smack* I backhand the tea cup out of her hand I keep strolling on as I pass through the kitchen, with a glance behind me I realize she's following me. I decide to make a break for it, thinking she's gonna catch me.. I run outside to the deck and pick up a random bowl of chocolate mousse to eat on the way out I leap off of the deck and try to fly
My attempt to escape with a leap of faith went awry as I found myself hurtling towards a dense packing of trees, my gut filled with the anticipation of impact woke me up... I tried to get back into the dream and managed, only to find myself falling towards the ground which woke me up again. I try once again but this time picturing myself safe on the ground which I failed at.

Dream 2 - SITS adventure
First off I'm outside a building where a friend is hiding from the zombie apocalypse, a man next to me is pissed at him (can't recall why) and decides to get revenge (his appearance and personality was a mash together of Ban from 'Nanatsu no Taizai' + Pariston Hill from 'Hunter x Hunter (2011)'). He shoots a flare gun into the air which immediately attracts the attention of a whole bunch of zombies, he does a flying kick through the back window of a car nearby (there was a man in the back which the window smashed into as well) and seats himself in the drivers seat. I hop in and he drives off, attracting the attention of as many zombies as possible with the goal of herding them at the friend he's angry at. I remember whizzing past train stations and stuff really fast, but then the dream transitioned into a 'prologue', a time before the zombie apocalypse.

There's a huge Man o' War jellyfish (the size of a large house) with a massive crest about 10metres high, it's sparking electricity everywhere and there's a boat investigating the strange creatures surfacing for science reasons. The electricity it gives off is too much for the boat and causes it to sink, I immediately dive deep into the water and hold my breath, I spend a long time underwater, swimming with fervor away from the tentacle monster. After resurfacing a couple hundred metres away, I see my companions being completely thrashed by stinging tentacles and electric shocks. Feeling the currents around me flowing, I start swimming towards a forested mossy shoreline (I get the feeling that I'm in the Mississippi River even though I've never seen what it looks like), I haul myself up which felt dangerous...
There's another with me, I think it's the Ban+Pariston mash guy, we hang on to a sideboard thing just above the ground as the tentacle monster has apparently followed us and if we touch the ground we'll get shocked.. It's tentacles flail everywhere and I remember getting stung at some point too.

Another transition occurs and now I'm in an RPG dungeon like setting with a group of companions, we each can pay homage to a god to earn their favour, and with certain stats you can increase the chance a god will grant favours to you... There are certain stats like Nobility, Harbinger, Philosophy, etc that you can invest in (this was my mind taking inspiration from the SITS game) and I had a low favour chance or something but a high communication chance... It didn't make much sense but yeh. Ban+Pariston guy was lurking around in the library we were in, it was a sort of resting place. I decided to look at the herbalism books and learn some new potions, Ban+Pariston then look around the altars in the room so he could switch his god to someone new. I remember wondering what he was thinking, how his true motives and goals were impossible to perceive... The new god he wanted was called Haruhiculi, and he was the god of the hunting the Fountain of Youth, which made me understand a bit more about what he was after - immortality. There was another god called Verrenculi who was the protector of the Fountain of Youth. I decide to help him ask for a favour from Haruhiculi, I hover my hands over the altar and with my willpower summon forth some purple glowing energies... I realize now that we've been spotted on the security cameras in the dungeon, we glance up and see a screen with a man looking up at us and decide we need to escape. The dream ends here without ever indicating how zombies happen...

My family and I were on a trip somewhere. There was a big set of the curvy roads that go into other highways. It was night time, and we might have been in PA. There were a lot of street lights on, as I can remember their orange hue.

We stopped at a rest stop, because I begged for my family to stop because I had to pee really badly. When I got into the restroom, the entire place was just one big unisex bathroom. There were dozens of stalls everywhere. There were also hundreds of people. Whenever I tried to use one, someone else got into it first. Also, I had the fear that someone would watch me pee. Specifically my brother, and a few other people.

My brother was laughing at me and teasing me as I tried and failed to find a bathroom. There were many people that I knew there. E.g. there was my grandma's brother, N, and her friend, C, who I saw doing their business there. There were a few people from school, going to the bathroom as well. I remember my neighbor, K, waiting in line for a stall. There were also some hot girls there, pissing and crapping, too.

I also remember stalls that were connected with no walls. People were crawling into and out of those ones. I thought that was pretty weird.

I forgot if I actually managed to take a piss, but the dream eventually ended and when I woke up, I had the sudden urge to pee.

I was a wizard, escaping from undead armies led by a fearsome necromancer. Many times it nearly catched me, though I fooled it by sending some troops as a distraction. When I thought that I finally found a safe place - abandoned ruins, the necromancer jumped out from behind the corner.

Morning of July 31, 2015. Friday.



Notes: The included images are from one of my wife’s many journals, this one being from age fourteen. The two scans are from the same journal page, one showing a distorted Merkaba form, and the other inclusive of the line “I feel you around me even though you have not found me”.



Dream notes:

Yet again, many years of my life and memory “vanish” and I am probably about nineteen years old. I am apparently in La Crosse at the Post Office (though it is actually a typical muddled composite location). Several other people are around (mostly males around twenty to thirty years of age) even though it is seemingly late at night (and the post office would otherwise be closed to the public by then in reality). I do not seemingly know anyone else though there is a friendly atmosphere.

As I am seated across from another male, a Blue Pearl event (Merkaba portal) blocks my left eye’s field of vision (though not entirely) as in real life. However, this does not activate my memory (likely as it is just a rendered dream event and the Merkaba portal only appears in full wakeful consciousness). The other male had been aware of seeing the “blue flame” around me and seems somewhat surprised. “Did you see that?” I ask him and he nods.

A little later, I try to “call” it but nothing happens other than a light blue veil-like impression in my left eye that quickly disperses. That is, it is very subtle and does not come “closer” or briefly flash and darken before fading. I end up trying over about twenty minutes in about three locations where other people are around. A couple people think I am jesting and make jokes about other colors such as yellow. One even pushes me near the shoulder (though lightly in a friendly manner). I am somewhat frustrated I cannot call back the Source for whatever reason, though I have no focused intent on why - just the idea of the appearance and not how I would relate to it. (Although there is information about “Metatron’s Cube” I have only ever seen the star tetrahedron that forms the blue portal when the normal and inverted pyramids come together and rotate in opposite directions, although my wife had drawn variations on it in her journal during her childhood and early teen years, along with, of course, the opossum under the airplane and hundreds of other remote-viewed confirmations.)

There is one scene where a male is kneeling on the floor and seemingly doing some sort of occult ritual against another person (which I assume is metaphorical of people connected to the Source being manipulated by “normal” people and their false views of life). I immediately mumble some Latin (though I am not sure of the phrase; part of it was something like “dimittam”) and the implied villain falls over and is unable to move and the other person goes on his way.

From here, I hear people talking about how the bus is late. I go out and see (on the other side of the street from the post office) two different buses, though there is another one on the post office side. The bus I have to get, second one across the street (facing southward) does not have a driver, as he seems to be involved in a fight - not a violent or physical fight but chasing someone from the area for some reason. The area north of the post office (on the side of the street I am on) is modeled fairly accurately after the bus stop area of the Chermside Shopping Center that was several blocks away when we lived on Stadcor Street, but this does not dawn on me. (Thus, once again, Australian and American settings join in an in-dream composite rendering.)

I am feeling inside my right pocket for change and can clearly feel the coins (of which there are about seven of various denominations) and try to determine what they are by feeling the size - and reflect that there is at least about a dollar, though I am somewhat concerned if I have enough money for the bus (though I am not sure what the fee is), though I do not even reflect on what my destination is. My dream fades from around this point (before I get to the bus). It is possible, though not certain, that “trying to determine the denomination of a coin by feeling it” has something to do with a focus on trying to relate (blindly) to other people’s religions without really knowing at all what they mean, as “denomination” can also be defined as “a recognized autonomous branch of the Christian Church”.



Although I do not typically document it online as it is almost continuous (and is sometimes so precise, it would almost make my dream extraneous by description - and who wants an extraneous dream journal), yet again a dream utilizes something my wife had been thinking (without her saying anything to me) or a detailed subject of something she and our oldest daughter had talked about (without any way of me knowing about it - unless there is some sort of invisible intercom on my computer desk that relays the information - a bit of dry humor). She and our daughter were talking about the “blue moon” last night (of which I did not know anything about otherwise).

At the same time, it is also precognitive of something I see immediately after waking (also typical from day to day). In this case, it was a rather idiotic local article called “‘Blue moon’ doesn’t mean the moon is actually blue” and seemed almost like a humorous “continuation” of a couple in-dream concepts (from others in the post office).

From a disembodied perspective, I'm watching my IRL self. He's looking for something in this room, currently looking at an illustration of Loki hanging on a wall. The disembodied version of me is curious about the IRL version of me, and I've set up this space in order to observe his reactions. There'd been some previous incident where he'd taken on a sort of ritualized trickster role and unintentionally drawn my interest; he's not aware of me. (Though trickster's not the word I would have used in the dream and it kind of irritates me to use it now, but it's the best way to put it - a sense of something in common between the Loki illustration, the devil statue, my disembodied perspective, and the role my IRL self had played.) I've just now come to the conclusion that the thing that originally grabbed my interest had to do with taking on different roles rather than something inherent to him. This doesn't make me any less curious, but it alters the situation. He's now looking at a small black and white sculpture of the devil, and I switch to his perspective while he's holding it.

As my IRL self, I'm interrupted by the arrival of several IRL people. Eventually I wind up standing over a large pot with one of the women, and she's stirring whatever's in it. She calls me by the wrong name, and I correct her, annoyed. She repeats my real name, and makes a promise involving it, talking about dire consequences for anyone who violates this promise. Afterwards she describes the pot as holding the curse she's just spoken.

Now that my extensive travels (Paris, Rome, Montreal, Montana) of this month have ended, and I'm back home and gradually returning to my normal sleep patterns, I find that dream awareness is stirring again, though so far it falls short of full lucidity. I had no trace of it while on my journeys, and I didn't even have any dreams I judged worth writing down. This was not overly disappointing because I was not actively engaged in any kind of dream practice and too busy to spend an hour updating my dream journal every day, so it felt okay to take a break.

A couple days ago I had a dream that was atmospheric but not very interesting plotwise, so I didn't write it down at the time. However, one detail is notable: there was a giant white USB cord on the ground, at least twenty feet long, and arbitrarily I found myself wondering if I could bring it to life. I focused my attention on it and sure enough, it raised its "head" (the USB plug) and began to slither and writhe like a snake. This gave me an eerie sensation, because I found myself thinking, "This better not be happening in real life!" I decided I'd better check to see if I was dreaming. I levitated and was relieved to conclude that yes, indeed I was. However, true lucidity did not emerge because even though I now knew that I was dreaming, I did not stop and think what I could do with the dream state but unreflectively continued to go along with the dream events, which largely involved trying to take a good photograph of a distant landscape. It was a classic case of awareness without agency.

Last night's dreaming included one of my classic dream signs, a public restroom of questionable functionality. Although I did not recognize the dream sign, I did find myself wondering if the facilities would be clean enough to use. Then I remembered, "I can keep them clean and functional by maintaining the right mental attitude." Though I fell short of actual dream awareness, I still recognized the causal link between my will and the surrounding environment.

I find it interesting that, though I have still not done any sort of LD practice since early in the month when I left on my travels, simply returning home and restoring my ordinary sleep schedule has been enough to reawaken the potential for dream awareness that felt very distant while I was on the road.

This dream occurred at a place I worked during my college years. The job involved delivering fruits and donuts overnight to gas stations. The location of the dream was the dock where we would load the box trucks before starting the route.

I come in through the truck bay door. I know I have not been on the job in a few years, but I am eager to prove that I'm still the best driver around. I go looking for my clipboard of route papers, but instead find a black binder which seems to be in really nice condition. I think this is an improvement over the old system, and I toss the binder on top of my "store cart". *note: this is the cart I would use to wheel trays of donuts into the gas stations from the truck. We each had our own with our name on the top.*

I look at the pallet of banana boxes and I'm about to start picking the ones I take with me. Some of the boxes are open and only partially full with yellow, splotchy bananas. I knew these were left over from the night before. Other newer boxes were full with semi-green bananas. These are the ideal ones for sales because they last longer in the stores, but before I start picking my boxes, I see the head driver. He never liked me much because I worked to hard, but I somehow knew that he had covered my route the night before. Since he has a history of doing a poor job on my route, and loading only old bananas, I knew that I would need extra boxes to account for a lot of replacement tonight. I asked him how the bananas went last night and he just blew me off saying it was fine.

One of the other drivers shows up, and he's panicked. He's goes around asking everyone "Have you seen my black, 3-inch binder?" He comes to me and I say I haven't seen it. Then he points to the top of my store cart and asks, "What's that?" I pull down the binder and suddenly realize that his name is printed on the front. Embarrassed, I hand it to him. It occurs to me that we don't all have binders. He bought this one just to help on his route.

I'm ready to start loading my truck, but the head driver is already grumbling that I'm working too fast. Meanwhile, others are waiting on me to back my truck in since we can only load one at a time. I walk out to where the trucks are, but another truck is in the way so I know I won't be able to position mine. I walk back inside feeling the pressure of the others waiting on me.

All of a sudden I am in the rafters of the ceiling, peeking down at the others working. I know that they are talking about me and I am trying to eavesdrop. I hear the head driver griping about me going too fast and making him look bad. I specifically remember him saying "I don't get a 55 dollar salary to put up with this!" The alarm goes off and I wake up.

Much of this dream is very similar to how the job actually went. The head driver in the dream was the same one from my job. When I worked, I focused on efficiency. The head driver was the only salaried employee and would stick around to help the bakery boss after his route, so he was never in a hurry. The rest of us were paid for 8 hours per day, regardless of finishing the route early or late. It was in our best interest to finish early. By hustling in the stores and at the dock (but never on the road! ) I typically finished my route in 5 hours. The head driver, who didn't have a route of his own and covered us on our days off, took at least 8 hours on every route. Over time he started to resent me and he didn't hide it very well.

Morning of July 30, 2015. Thursday.



This recurring dream situation is not remotely symbolic in any way that I can tell and is mostly only literally based on real-life annoyances as well as environmental scripting (for example, light hammering and weed whackers very early in the morning). I had previously posted similar environmentally-scripted dreams, including the “inferior decorators” theme. This one is not quite as surreal and the noise was not quite as intrusive. As I have said, when there is environmental noise during sleep, I sometimes also dream of exploding credit cards, playing cards, and other smaller items that disappear in a bright flash, leaving me somewhat puzzled unless I am lucid and even then it causes a brief shift in in-dream perception.

In my dream, it seems to be the present, though we are living in a different (unfamiliar) residence. It seems like a large two-storey house. The room I am “sleeping in seems to be L-shaped and on the second floor. I am at the "foot” of the “L” back against an area where I do not expect the renovator to approach. He mostly remains in the “stem” of the “L” though I hold the sheet almost fully over me in case any paint flakes go flying in my direction. He has some sort of vacuum-cleaner-like machine he is carrying around (like a suitcase) and seemingly sucking up all the cracked and peeling paint that I guess is mostly on the ceiling in the “stem” area. However, at one later point, I look up and see that not only is there loose peeled paint everywhere, the wood of the ceiling itself seems to be fused into the paint and splintering down somewhat, though looking almost like plastic, yet the unintended “design” is very even and regular across the whole ceiling. This seems a bit odd, as I am fairly certain I heard him scraping the layer of paint off (as well as some sanding, I think, or vacuuming off any chipped paint) and assumed it would be fairly smooth by now. I get the brief impression that someone might actually try to paint the ceiling in this strange condition.

In another scene, my wife Zsuzsanna and I are embracing near a window on the second floor. A cherry picker is just outside and at least two men are staring into the window from perhaps ten feet away. (Strangely enough, this brings to mind a recently reviewed dream from all the way back to 1967, about forty-eight years ago - “Ferris Wheel at my Window” - which also has people using an unfair advantage to look in through my second-storey window). As I am noticing this, my wife somehow goes straight out the window and is suddenly on the ground below yelling at the work team (without being injured in any way, and in fact, not even seeming to climb out but just teleport or go through the wall and drop vertically and perfectly). I am slightly startled by this and then go to look for her.

From here, I go outside and I start yelling at any other male that may be within hearing range. A friendly male comes from around the corner of the house and asks me if I am talking to him but I say “no” so as not to hurt his feelings or alter his friendly nature.

I then go to some sort of warehouse-like building with no external walls (similar to the look of the unfinished house my wife lived in as a child). There is a lot of junk, which is probably related to the renovation work. Not much happens after this though I am thinking I will probably end up doing much of the painting myself.

I had taken galantamine and I was going on a WILD spree, but I also had to pee really badly. I eventually gave up the struggle against peeing and got up to use the toilet. I saw Jenkees in the kitchen and then walked out to the backyard. We were right on the beach and there were these beautiful green and blue trees that were waving about in the wind. I realized I was still dreaming and so I took off flying. It felt especially easy to fly in this dream and I was really excited about that. I started looking for the moon to fly towards it, but I could only see light that was obscured by clouds. I flew towards that light until the moon appeared.

I began to move at super speed and the moon got bigger and bigger, but at the same time my perspective of the earth didn't change at all. I resolved this conflict by imagining that the moon was crashing into the earth. When they collided, the surface of the moon was kind of like a moon-wall. I flew down and picked up some moon rocks. I remarked at how stable I was and how wonderful it felt to not have to worry about waking up.

The moon rocks were incredibly light and airy like meringues. I bit into one and it crumbled in my mouth and tasted just like extremely delicious chocolate chip cookies, but with the light texture of a meringue. YUMMMM.
B-Dog started barking and woke me up.

I was lucid and talking to my sister's old boyfriend that used to haunt my dreams. She was afraid that he was going to try to kill me when she broke up with him and she kind of passed that fear onto me. We were in a restaurant and he was pointing a gun at my chest, but I wasn't worried because I knew it was only a dream. I calmly walked over to him and told him just how much I appreciated who he was as a person and how much I respected him. I told him how grateful I was that he taught me some things about lucid dreaming and got me interested in it. I told him that I didn't judge him at all what happened in the past. I felt love and compassion swell in my chest and he seemed shocked and I think that he started to cry. I went over to a counter where a lady was cooking food and she handed me a burrito - it tasted amazing, cheesy, and delicious. I told her that the next one needs to have green chili in it.

I walked back to my sister's old boyfriend and talked to him a little bit more. He said that he also taught me about sexuality, I was confused. I asked him what he meant and he said some weird DC nonsense about him and my sister having a pregnancy scare that I didn't know about. I had finished my burrito at that point so I walked over to get my green chili one. On the way there I ate some invisible crunchy, chocolate candy. The lady handed me a green chili burrito, it was so realistic and I was excited to eat it. I walked back to talk more but my sister's boyfriend was gone now. However, my sister was there so I asked her about the pregnancy thing and she said to me, "This is only a dream you know, why even bother asking me?"

I told her, "I don't care, just tell me, I want to know!"

She said some more weird DC nonsense about leaving something in one of my cupboards when I was little but that she never had a pregnancy scare. I wanted to go look for other stuff to do.

I walked outside, into a parking lot, and then into a corner store. Another one of my sister's old boyfriends was working there. He turned into Tony Curtis and then I saw a short dream plot take place where this Tony Curtis character was being a corner store clerk by day and a cross dressing diva by night.

I decided that I should do a task before I wake up, so I summoned a black hole in the middle of the parking lot and it started sucking stuff in all around it. I got sucked in really quickly and then I was engulfed in darkness. I could still feel the dream world around me; It was like I was experiencing being the parking lot and the cars and the air that moved around as cars zoomed by, very strange. But I couldn't experience the dream with any of my normal waking life senses like vision, touch, hearing, smell, or taste. I felt a bit frustrated and trapped in this dark place, so I woke myself up.

A series of FAs where I am trying to fall asleep while a DC keeps distracting me so I can't seem to transition. After a few more FAs, I realize the previous ones were actually dreams so should have already acted there.

Scene change, some on and off lucidity scenario with family members at grandma.

Inanimate object - blanket lady

A bit later, I get a wave of really strong awareness and remember thanks to reading other people's reports the inanimate object task. There is a blanket so I lift it up with some sort of thought control and say hello. I begin to laugh and it answers me with a creepy echo laughter. Moreover, it turns and twists and becomes the upper part of an 18th century woman. In the dream I try to memorize the shape to eventually draw it later on.

Clone

After this I take quite a while trying to remember any other tasks. I am even overly concerned that all this strain will certainly end the dream, but luckily it doesn't and I recall the clone task. I try to think about myself while turning around but nothing happens. I decide to half close my eyes, risking the dream disappearing while thinking of an image of myself but again nothing happens. Finally, I decide to open the door and expect to see her/me there. This seems to work and I finally meet her. We go into the corridor where there are a number of somewhat harassing DCs and then into the kitchen. I have no idea what to do with my clone though, so we just walk around from room to room until her features change.

Then I spot Gordon Ramsay who looks very tired and I try to talk to him. Fluctuations in lucidity, rises up again while I speak to him. He asks if I can hear him well. There are distortions in the direction of the sound for a moment. The alarm wakes me up.

I'm in a different unknown house from the previous dream. Somehow I know that this is my mother's house. It's very large and ornate - like a mansion. It is night time and everything is quiet in the house. A door is shut upstairs and I know that it's Mom's room and she's in bed. I start walking around the house downstairs to make sure that everything is locked up and the lights are off. As I walk by a big window, I hear noises outside. When I look through, I see that there is a pool out there and the lights are on around it. People are swimming in it. I start yelling at them from inside that they need to get out of the pool, it's not theirs. One of them gets out and I realize it's my sister. She says the others are her friends and its okay. Unfortunately, I woke my mom up. She is telling me the same thing, that it's okay for them to swim.

Suddenly we're all outside and it's midday. I can't remember what all we were doing, but it was a festive atmosphere and really really hot out. After that, I'm back at the house at night again. A cat I had during childhood comes walking by and I pick her up. Her fur is soft, but her skin is flaky and crackles like tissue paper. It freaks me out because her skin should not be like that. I set her down and she runs off, but I'm still really concerned. Finally I realize that she was outside during the party and that she just happens to be the type of breed that can get sunburned through her fur. Now I'm afraid I was hurting when I petted her earlier. I realize she is very burnt and that her skin is peeling so badly that you can hear the dry flakes cracking as the layers separate. I start going upstairs to inform my mom of the cat's injury, and then I wake up.

9 July Backlog

10 min wbtb with couple of snoozes before that

Snow

I fall asleep and find myself on the street, looking at these flowing dots, reminding me of the rain/snow and energy. I marvel them for a while and then they turn into really large snowflakes and the snow covers the street. As this is an immediate dream entry I am not fully grounded, notice that can move my hands almost ok now so I grab a bit of snow and form a snowball, throw it at a DC ahead - this requires some effort. The scene soon ends.

Restaurant attempt

A semi lucid scene follows where I am in this weird building, running away from a huge snake-like creature. I know it's a dream, but I like messing around with the scenario. I escape through the highest window.

A moment later, I find myself outside in a kitchen and think about the restaurant task. Could this theme be used for a restaurant? There are enough bottles and plates and food around, but no DCs. It doesn't look expensive though (5 star required by the task). I go outside and it turns to the yard of our place in the past. Our parents are sitting on this outdoors drinks arrangement. I wonder again if this could be used for the task, there is a table and chairs. It could well be an outdoors restaurant. The dream soon loses stability and I wake up.

Clone attempt

I find myself in a car going somewhere with a familiar DC with me on the backseat. I remember the clone task and try to summon one on the front seat. The car actually drives by itself. A DC appears on the seat but instead of me is someone that looks like S, then another guy in his 50ies or so with a beard. Overall not very attractive DCs. I still have hopes that he will be able to change so I decide to kiss him, close my eyes and imagine the DC transform. I follow the plan and as I approach to kiss him, I am surprised by the distinct feel of his beard on my lips, which I wasn't thinking is there at all. But he has a beard and there it is. I try to manipulate him into transforming while he does most of the kissing obviously enjoying himself. It's not pleasant at all but I get all the details of his lips seeming independently controlled movements. He doesn't change so I pull away and whine a few times for him to transform then the dream ends.

wake up, very brief review

Expensive restaurant

A non-ld scenario goes on for a while, then towards the end I come to my senses and remember the restaurant task. I walk around looking for something that will do. This task starts to get really difficult, I am thinking. I'm now outside facing a swimming pool which reminds me of the one in front of the hotel. I know there is a restaurant there that should offer fancy food. However, I'm slightly concerned about my ability to reach it as I feel uncontrollable dream instability all around. As a result, I carefully sway forward like a drunken person till I cross over the swimming pool and get to the side where the restaurant is.

There are already people sitting near a large table with tons of champagne bottles here and there. Champagne, that is good, it means the restaurant is expensive, I think to myself due to the 5* requirement of the task. There is a plate of oysters and other fish canapés so I head towards it and eat the special mixture there. It tastes similar to a freshly made salmon spread. I'm feeling pretty satisfied with the task up to this point, though there could have been more food. My mom comes to distract me with something she apparently cooked, trying to convince me to taste it. I do and then shortly after lose lucidity.The dessert comes - a chocolatey profiteroles sundae but the dream ends.

Clone girl - frag

I end up in the room, lucid again, remember the clone task, close the door, try to summon a clone. This girl comes in, she is not quite me, but will do. I try to remember what I wanted for us to do. Can't remember after that.

Flying - frag

I remember flying and getting higher out of the sudden and then recall our recent conversation with Ginsan about finding something to zoom in to. So, I just keep looking down, trying to find something awesome and as I do, I find myself flying over fantastic valleys with green grass and orange colored trees. The entire scene is very color saturated. Then, I zoom in towards the ground and pick up a poppy flower. I find this so amazing. Nothing's more awesome than picking up a flower.

This is my first ever dream journal entry. The dream described occurred two nights ago. Due to similarities between that dream and the one I had last night (which I also intend to record), I figured it would be best to record the older one first to make sure I am talking about the right dream.

Up to this point, I have had 2 lucid experiences, each lasting for a matter of seconds. In both cases I did the nose-pinch RC, and then woke up almost immediately due to excitement.

Now for the dream:

I start off in an unknown house, but somehow I know it belongs to my brother. My brother, sister, and parents are there. I am told of the good news that my brother now has a baby. When I go into the other room to check it out, there are babies everywhere! I know that they are all his and I feel somewhat judgmental toward him as I know that this is too much for him to handle. Beyond that, he isn't even home at the moment. I go out the back door of the house onto a raised (15 feet or so) patio and I see my brother's 20 or so dogs and cats running around near a stream. Again I feel judgmental.

In the next scene I am leaving a school building and decide to ride the bus home. I am carrying notebooks and papers and a bunch of other stuff in my arms and can barely keep it all together. Once I'm on the bus, start talking with some of my old elementary school friends and showing them things on the iPad that is also in my collection of stuff. The bus makes its rounds until there are only about 5 of us left. I look under the seat in front of me and see two really large octopus tentacles. I thought it was strange, but think nothing more of it. I start wondering when I can finally get off. At that point the bus stops and the driver tells us that the route is done and we all need to get off. I get off and I'm right back at the school. I realize that this bus drove a route on the opposite side of town from where I live. Carrying all my things, I call my wife and tell her that I've decided to walk home. I'm afraid she is going to be mad at me for wasting so much time.

Suddenly I'm back at that unknown house again. The babies are now kids around 3 years old. I am surrounded by kids and pets. I go to the back door again and step out on the patio. I see another patio, beside me, but it is rickety and planks are falling off. One of the little girls is standing on. I tell her to go back inside because the stairs are dangerous. She just looks at me. I tell that she could die. She replies that she doesn't really care if she dies or not. I try telling her that she's too young to think like that and too young to die. I know that I'm not getting through to her, but I keep trying to explain. As I'm talking, I wake up.

It is worth noting that I am 30 years old and have not ridden a bus in over a decade. My family all lives in a different city and my brother has one daughter about 5 years old. I have been dreaming about my family a lot lately. I reflected shortly after waking up that the underlying theme was that there was too much of everything. Too many babies and kids, too many pets, to much clutter that had to carry on the bus.

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.