non-lucid

Burger restaurant
I'm with three or four guys, friends of mine. We're standing across the street from a huge burger restaurant - their building is just a huge light-blue cube. Near the door is a sign - a printed tarp type thing hung on the wall, advertising a few of their menu items. A regular burger is about $4.50. They also list double burgers, one pound burgers, and hot dogs, but somehow the prices for each of these items is covered by something else that's been stuck on top of the menu. Without my noticing, one of my group has gone off and come back with a burger, which he's now eating. I ask if he got it from this place, but he says that he went up the street to another restaurant. I decide I don't care, the prices can't be too bad, and this place looks interesting, so I go in followed by the rest of my friends.

Now we're inside. I grab a plate and a napkin, since it's a kind of buffet. I don't see any burgers in this part, but there's salad stuff laid out across many small tables scattered through the area. As I'm pondering what to get, I see one of my friends with a tray. That would make things so much easier, so I ask him where he got it and he points back to the table with the plates. Going back to it, I can see where the trays are supposed to be, but there aren't any now. I see a couple of employees walking around, so I ask one about them. She says there's a problem with the tray dispenser, but then another employee - a young woman - pipes up with a workaround. Going back over, I'm able to reach down into the tray hole, grab one, and pull it up and out. It's still wet - it seems they leave them in a warm water bath, but that if things are working properly they'll be dry before anyone picks them up. With my plate and tray, I return to the food. I'm still a bit nervous about the price and hope that I don't end up with a really expensive meal. The only price I see in this room says that extra toppings for your burger are one dollar for as much as you want. I reason that the salad is probably cheap or free with the burger, since they want you to fill up on the cheap stuff, so I start loading my plate with stuff that looks good.


Timezones
I'm in a living room with my brother in law, talking about time. My watch has somehow gotten badly off - I wonder if I forgot to wind it. We end up talking about time zones, and I suggest that it may be easier if the whole world goes to zulu time. He laughs, but I explain that I'm at least partly serious, then use a couple examples I know of to demonstrate what an incredible pain timezones and timezone conversions are.


Covert Op
I'm part of a team trying to pull off some kind of covert operation. In my possession is a picture frame, roughly eight by twelve, which is subdivided into smaller frames by an ornate silver border (five subframes, I think). I'm taking this to an artist who specializes in making paintings of people after they've died. This is a bit outside his normal realm, but since it belonged to a mam who recently died, we think he'll be OK with it. Now in the store, I'm explaining to the man what I need, and he agrees. I need to ask him to do a rush job and have it ready by Thursday (only a day or two away) when some rivals start to come in ( I see them through the store front windows before they see me). Now I'm in another room looking through at them. I rig something up with expanding foam and socks. They're superstitious and, fooled by my large wobbling blobs carrying what look like weapons, flee.

Since this place is important to our cause, I spend some time improving its defenses, making sure the guy isn't interrupted while he works on our thing. At some point I notice a little gallery of his handiwork, and I actually think it's pretty ugly, but that doesn't matter to the plan.


Fragment
I'm in a back room with some guys looking at some sites. Now there are more people in here and one of our elders is about to start some kind of lesson.

I'm walking through the basement of a tower, grey stone walls. There's some kind of chaos going on on the main floors above me, a distraction while I was taking care of something in the dungeon on the next floor down - but now that it's time to go, I want to avoid getting caught in whatever's happening on the main level.

There's two people waiting for me with two different escape routes - neither of them knows exactly what I was doing here, neither of them knows me personally, and neither them knows about the other. There's a person I work with who'd arranged for a man to meet me by the stairs up to the main floors, but I'm having second thoughts about trusting him. And there's a woman waiting by a wooden door that leads elsewhere; she's not involved at all, she just wants to escape whatever's going on upstairs and is willing to take me with her, recognizing me as a friend of a friend. I believe she would be more sympathetic to what I was doing here, if it came out.

Deciding to go with that woman at the wooden door, I'm doubling back, passing by the stairs leading down to the dungeon. I debate whether I have time to go back down there - there had been something else I'd wanted to look into down there, though it's not a priority. I start down those steps, but it becomes so dark I can't see, and I have a vague impression of massive chains. I can hear a woman's voice crying. I decide I don't have time to be fumbling around in the dark, and I head back up the stairs.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A man is looking at a wall recently painted green in an attempt to emulate some other place, and talking to someone about a man he knows, saying that while he wasn't looking, the man went and got married to people so unsuited - people, plural, meaning both the wife and the stepkids - people he'll have to keep secrets from.

I'm watching light play over the features of the man in question in an interesting way. He's looking at a signet ring with an image of a rose, which he's just removed from a hiding place in the base of a lamp. I'm hearing a kind of tinkling sound like a music box repeating a single measure over and over again.

The dreams started in the middle of an old town.. it reminded me of some Italian city. Many people were on the streets this day.. the weather was nice, and a lot of tourists were walking around. And then I have noticed 3 colorful circles on the street. They were really colorful.. somehow dreamy.. in shapes of a hypnotizing spinning circle.. every circle really caught your attention because they were really mystical. And i have watched the circles and the people around. 3 little boys came to play on these circles.. every child picked its own circle.. and i have noticed a strange person nearby.. it was a street performer.. but his eyes were constantly looking in the direction of these circles.. And then I have figured out.. what is going on.. This guy is a serial killer. And actually the victim decides its own fate.. which depends on the circle they are standing in. So this innocent little boys had no clue that one of them is going to be killed very soon. And when i figured this out.. i went to a nearby stand.. and took a knife from the table.. i hid it into my sleeve, so i can approach this maniac without being spotted. I was so angry.. in berserk mode.. i was walking towards him.. but something strange has happened. All the people on the street stopped walking.. and all of them were looking at me. It was strange but still.. i didn´t change my mind about killing this guy. And then.. the voices came.. People said.. one after another.. "dont do it".. "we know you have a knife in your sleeve".. "everyone knows it is you" .. "dont kill him, you will never get away" And i stopped..

I think this is the third night in a row I've had some kind of lucid dream, but like the others, it was fairly sludgy and I didn't seem to have good control over my own actions. I only remember a bit of it.

I was in a coliseum or arena like area. It was very much like the arena from the ending of attack of the clones in that it was in a desert-like environment and the arena was built out of sandstone. There was this big army of roman soldiers coming in. (I don't know that they were Romans, They had red crests on their helmets and all fought with short roman swords. There was some antagonistic general riding a chariot. And in the dream I remember thinking about and wondering why I was getting attacked by them and what they might symbolize)

I remember I jumped and flew a short distance up into the bleachers of the coliseum to get away because I was getting surrounded. I saw the general guy right behind me on the next step down. He had two of the swords and was getting ready to attack me.

"Fus Roh Dah!"

There was no blue sonic wave, like in Skyrim, but the general went flying back into the bottom of the coliseum. I saw more guys coming from higher up on the stairs. I began throwing fireballs at them. I then ran sideways along the bleacher as more of the roman guys poured in. I picked up swords from some of the dead ones and fought a couple of them in sword fights. I then decided that I should stop them from coming in since they seemed to be basically endless.

I tried to use earthbending to close off the doors but it didn't work. I then remembered that magic words seem to work well.

"Azarath Metrion Sythos!"

Two stone slabs that made up part of the bleacher started glowing black and I picked them up with a hand motion and used them to knock down an entire legion of the roman guys. I then blocked one of the doors using the slabs.

...

Somehow or other I found myself in my house. The second in command of all the roman guys showed up. He was big and had gold decorations on his armor. He pulled a double-ended lightstaber off of his belt. We fought for a few seconds but I hit him in the head with some blunt object. His metal helmet broke like glass and he fell over. He asked me not to kill him.

I realized that he was actually my friend C. He said that the general was mind controlling everyone and that by breaking his helmet I had freed him from the mind control.

Other stuff happened but I cannot recall what.

-WBTB-

Something to do with having a water fight with some friends, though I was wearing this weird blue swimsuit that made it hard for me to move.

Eye

This dream started with me being somewhere downstairs. A guy I assumed to be Eye took me to a room and wanted to do something I thought would be inappropriate at the time. He told me to stay put and just focus on him but i pushed him away and was going to leave when suddenly i appeared on a bed upstairs. I felt like I had just woken up and feared going back to sleep. I looked at a small picture frame near me and picked it up. There was a picture of Dawn but it was torn in two. I got up after that and looked at another picture I was sure I didn't draw before but decided to forget about it when i noticed my younger brother in the room talking to my mom.

The room was kind of dark but i could see a closet open and saw my mom take a red cloak from it, cover herself than leave. I looked at the closet and there was a little sparkly stuff shining in the closet. After that I walked into the living room and Eye came to me again. He told me to follow him downstairs so I did. When we got to the hall downstairs i heard music coming from my older brother's room and wondered if Dawn would be there. But decided not to let myself get distracted by him.

When Eye and I were going to enter my old room (that is now a junk room filled with all my dad stuff) Eye stopped to close the backyard door. After that two little boys ran up to us, supposedly from my older brother's room. Eye mentioned how they could have been Dawn's nephews. I told them to go back to the room than turned and saw that Eye didn't close the door that well than heard a door knob twist. "Lock the door Eye." I told him. He went up to the door and now it looked like there was a switch near the door. Eye was experimenting with it to see if it would lock.I went into the room and noticed that the door had openings all over that mean't anyone could get in. I felt uncomfortable about it but I woke up after that.

Tried Calling Kiro But got Eye Instead

I appeared on the bed and couldn't move. I heard my mom talking and making noise though. I sort of had a feeling that Kiro took over my body and was in control of it. But than I realized after a bit that i was just paralyzed in a dream.I kept thinking about Kiro, closed my eyes and let myself fall into a different setting. Eventually I appeared in an apartment building where there was a door open. I could see the inside of a hallway and a living room. But the lighting was dim. A small version of I and my brothers appeared and ran out the apartment playfully. I thought it was cute but told them to go back inside since I didn't want to explore the outside of the building.

They ran inside and I walked in and closed the door. I than walked through the hall calling for Kiro. But than a big doll sized black spider with really long thin legs appeared sliding through the hall behind me. It grabbed me from behind and told me to hide with it in a corner.I didn't know whether to trust it or not but decided to just go with it. But than out f no where it changed into a big black sort of animated looking,(maybe in the style of invader zim), cat. It was floating as it grabbed me from behind and was pushing me around in the apartment. " Don't you remember me!? Your favorite doll Adia!?" It said pushing and pulling me. I managed to get it off me and started hitting it though telling it that it was no demon. Looking at the flowers though made me think how funny and alternate world like this seemed.

After hitting it for a bit it changed into a stuffed doll tiger and than i asked the boy who came out of it who he was. He said he was Eye. I wanted to see Kiro but decided it was okay to just hang with Eye for a bit. I looked at him than asked him how old he was. He said 12 and that is what he looked like at the time. I than started walking and calling for Kiro again. Eye followed and we ran and jumped through a window that seemed like a blue portal.The scene ended up changing to a non lucid one where I was looking at a screen of a red hair anime girl that mentioned how she was going to be queen and was going to destroy the titain. It than changed to a video game where I had to help the main protagonist, who was Eye, by filling his power source with water. Others helped too but than the scene changed again.
I was now in a park with a group of teens and a old guy. We were separated into two groups. I decided to stay near Eye as he was playing with his friends. Seeing myself toss a Pie like a frisbee though made me fully lucid. I decided to roll with it though. We were playing with the pie frisbee until i saw the old guy getting mad that we were on his side. He was bulding a wooden contraption so he could shoot the others with. I started breaking it piece by piece after i broke the top wooden part and told him I wasn't going to allow him to hurt them.
After that I went up to Eye who was sitting down and noticed he was now blonde with blue eyes.

"Are you french?" I asked him. "No" said Eye staring at the ground. "Are you italian?" I asked. "No!" he said still staring at the ground. "Than what are you? You have blonde hair and blue eyes." I told him. He didn't tell me but just looked at me than told me something I don't remember. I thought about how I felt good seeing him the way he was before and took in the moment i had with him until i woke up.

Cartoon City

I was in my living room trying to stop kids who were running all around. I had finished stopping a few of them from setting a trap and now i was trying to keep them from running away. But after trying to help a little girl that looked familiar, fix a lego toy, i realized it was a dream.

I flew out the house and ended up inside another setting that sort of looked like a cartoon city. I was flying over it than landed in what seemed like the interior of a home. There was a really big t.v. playing a cartoon on it i thought to be Doug. I wanted to go inside of it to see where it would take me but than i changed my mind. After that a tall buff guy with blue viking like hair grabbed me from behind and started humping me saying he wasn't going to stop till the 154th day. I pushed him away and got the feeling he looked like the middle age viking version of Eye.

I changed the setting into a huge ocean after that and we we were swimming in the ocean that had high waves. The sun was shining and we saw a boat with katara and aang in it. I threw a plate thinking of it as a Frisbee at them and they manged to throw it back at me and the other guy. But than the plate went past us and the ocean started drying up until it became a office. A girl who was supposedly an actor was looking for something and asked me about it. I said I didn't know than took a bite out of something crispy i saw laying around. It tasted like cinnamon. After the viking like guy left and i walked around a bit I woke up.

Pictures

I was inside a game like world where I found hidden passages that had pictures of Dawn. The place had a sort of pirate feel to it and I remember getting on a ship.

Morning of June 1, 2015. Monday.



The first part of this dream sequence concerns a large lump of multicolored soft candy, which is actually as big as a basketball at one point. It is almost Playdough-like. I chew on some though am not fully sure if it is meant to be swallowed or used more like gum, though I do seem to be eating it for a short time. I assume purple is grape, yellow is lemon, red is strawberry, green is lime, orange is orange (citrus), and blue is blueberry. The flavor is fairly strong. As I pull certain pieces apart and roll the rest back into a ball, I find small toys stuck within some parts; many metallic figures (likely soldiers) and even a couple miniature ladders. I get the impression that there is only supposed to be one “prize” per smaller candy pack, but there are several in this larger blob - almost as if some just happened to appear mysteriously. There are at least two larger balls of this candy and I am getting the idea that the items inside can be sold at a local flea market, assuming we get enough to bother with for one day or so. (I do not give them to my youngest son because they are apparently mostly duplicates of what he already has.)

My wife and I end up at a flea market which seems to be at a location that is a composite of the area just north of us in real life near the zoo and the south school grounds from my old elementary school in Florida, including the playground, though the setting seems a bit different than either location. It seems we do not have much to sell and are mostly there to see how the market operates. After wandering around for a time, there is a sudden heavy rain and wind that causes everyone to go into a large warehouse-like building but still be publicly available to buy things from. My wife and I want to see how people are doing, but are not sure how to get into the building. We end up going through an area that seems like a large bathroom, which seems rather strange to have as an entrance in a public area even if it is the back part of the building (though still with nearby public sidewalk access). After we go through, we reach a room where a (unknown) family is seated on the floor. I sit down and there is some sort of minor conflict about which items (some sort of snack foods I think) belong to which person at this point, due to the chaos from everyone rushing into the building when the rain and wind suddenly started. A (unknown) dark-haired girl in a cross-legged sitting position says that the items I had decided to pick up from the floor belong to her family even though I had the impression that I had dropped them just before. I decide not to protest her possibly erroneous claim.

Morning of June 1, 2015. Monday.



I deliberately semi-lucidly reset my dream about four times. The way I did it involved having to be on my left side and mentally focusing on an area above the center of our bed, which is similar to a routine relating to my more abstract dream sequences. I have often deliberately gone back into the same dream scenario throughout my life by semi-lucid intent and typically made both lucid and non-lucid changes for each version prior to waking for the day.

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Jordan Gavaris of “Orphan Black” is in an unusual production of “Swan Lake” with unfamiliar people (other than a younger version of my wife Zsuzsanna) and at one point is wearing a white bodysuit (though people seem to change costumes quickly while still on the stage). The stage is mostly like a large platform that is elevated and centered very high above the audience and access is via one corner that is much like a circus trapeze setup. I do not seem to be directly involved in the performance even though I am on stage most of the time. Unused stage props and equipment remain on the stage at all times. The only way that any members of the audience far below could see the stage is by way of monitors near ground level, though I am not directly aware of any cameras nearby.

Although I am somewhat wary of the edges of the stage, it seems safe enough. At one point, Jordan and a few others ride in a sleigh-like vehicle that looks like a white swan, which is being pulled by a rope by a machine on one side of the stage. I am perceiving and copying (to a lesser extent) Jordan’s mood in his wariness about being too close to the edge of the platform at times, but he does not fall.

In one of the last resets, an unknown male climbs up to the platform from far below. I am not sure if he is involved in the production though he watches for a time. Oddly, I get the impression he may also be a known serial killer (something to do with his appearance seeming slightly familiar as such) but I am not that worried, because there are so many other people around. In all versions of my dream, I begin to feel an intense exhilaration at being so high up even though there is a vague sense of the whole setup possibly being precarious and an awareness that people could easily fall to their death at any moment, especially in going near the edges of the platform.

In the last reset, the platform seems higher than ever. When I look down at one area, the audience is so far away, I can barely discern individual people. It seems somewhat like a football stadium at this point (though about four times the distance from the center), with the platform elevated from the center of the field. The curious sensations of giddiness and exhilaration continue, though not enough to be disorienting. I do not become fully lucid at any point even though I was aware enough to reset my dream a few times. Additionally, there is the typical indoor-outdoor ambiguity, where I seem to be in an indoor and outdoor setting simultaneously. For example, the “curtains” which seem to be at a distance and impossibly large, also seem integrated as the “sky” at times.

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I explain this dream type further in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15”.

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Not My Type
I'm outside Rita & Bruce's house, doing some work for them. I start having a conversation with a female. Someone tells me that she fancies me, but she isn't my type of female I go for generally. I begin to think that people will think I'm gay for turning her down. I see her again later from the distance, walking near a fence.

I remember having bad odor.

1.
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I was watching some historical documentary on TV. It stopped at a scene on the beach and wasn't feeling like a documentary anymore. I started to resemble "Haven" airing on Scifi. The meteorites were falling. Sporadically at the beginning, quite often later. A bigger one destroyed the barn. Only burning remains were left.
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2.
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I was sitting on the bed with my ex-girlfriend and fantasizing erotically about her. (I'd like to remember more here... )
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Me and Charles Darwin venture fourth into a nighttime setting of what looks like something out of a storybook or Skyrim. We travel down a deep mine shaft and we ended up in a vast dark chamber of sand and dirt, we continued to look for the lost treasure. Darwin pulls out our treasure Map but we our puzzled by it, suddenly I make a conclusion that the treasure is right in front of us! We move sand and dirt out of the way with our hands and gold treasure in a chest gleams in our faces. But then a highlander type character appears behind us! Darwin, about to be hacked down instantly responds to the vicious attacker and decapitates his head with a sharp dagger from his side. I look at the decapitated highlander figure, his head hanging on by a layer of skin, then all of a sudden his head reforms back to his body in a strange mannerism, it reformed in a claymation type way. This really freaked me out so I stabbed him in the heart with a dagger subsequently killing him.

Beneath the gold was what we were really looking for, the Darwinian cube. I held the masterpiece in my hand as Darwin watched.
"What a brilliant cube." I said
Darwin explains to me how the cube holds the power to evolution and holds the secret to life, therefore we must handle it carefully because if we are to uncover the secret to life, we do not want to disrupt evolution by handling the cube.

The dream ends here. I thoroughly enjoyed this dream due to its awesome natural creative story and how realistic it seemed.

I've been an extremely lazy dreamer lately so there hasn't been much to write about, but this dream occurred the other night after creating my character for Dragon Age: Inquisition. The appearance editor was so detailed that I ended up spending almost three hours designing my character's face! So the "make-up artist" theme of this dream was obviously day residue, but toward the end it became a little stranger.

I was a make-up artist, and a client came to me to have her rouge re-applied. She had attempted to do it herself but it hadn't been going well. She had chosen a very dark wine-red, and I started by trying to apply symmetrical circles of it on her cheekbones, that I planned to blend in later. I, too, was having trouble placing them symmetrically, and had to keep daubing on new circles.

The young woman looked very different from when last I'd seen her. Normally she came to me once a week; how long had it been since we'd seen each other? I remembered that our schedules had been at variance for a couple weeks, and last week she had planned to come but I'd had to cancel, so we must have missed three appointments altogether. That meant I hadn't seen her in a month, and apparently during that time she had transformed her whole appearance.

I had noticed some red scaly patches on her skin and diplomatically refrained commenting on them. I was glad of my tact when I realized they were a tattoo! Two lines ran from the back of her neck over the rim of her skull on both sides and down her face in a V-shape, down her forehead, skirting her eyes, and then down her cheeks to meet at a point on her chin. "How did they do the texture?" I asked, genuinely impressed, as I ran my fingers gently over the tattooed skin, impressed how life-like the crocodile-skin pattern was, how red and shiny and raised in individually structured squares. I thought I remembered reading something about this technique, about how the ridges of raised skin had to be individually sewn into shape until they set.

I was dissatisfied with the outcome of my attempts to apply the blush and moistened a cloth to wipe it all off and start over. I realized that the color was wrong. I explained that the wine-red she had chosen was a good color for one in the peak of health, but she was under a lot of fatigue and needed to choose something more subtle for best effect. I had a sort of mauve that was way too bland and washed out, but decided finally on a softly muted orange-gold shade. Meanwhile I was only now noticing the full extent of the girl's new body modifications, and started asking about them.

She explained that she had been trying out a new job in Portland, Oregon. That didn't surprise me at all, given her new look. Her reasons for going didn't sound like the best, though. She explained that a guy had started working at her company, and she had found him despicable, but then she thought she might try out being despicable too, so she was working a stint at his company, which was in Portland. I wasn't sure how long she thought this was going to last, but held my tongue and hoped for the best. But why would she get face tattoos for a job that probably wouldn't even last? It might not matter to her current employer, but it could make it hard to get hired somewhere else later. Attitudes about tattoos are becoming a lot more relaxed, but large face tattoos are still regarded as somewhat extreme. I noticed that in addition to the large lines of red scaly skin, there were two other smaller tattoos on her face in different colors that I hadn't noticed at first.

"I can tell you've been to Portland," I commented obliquely, after she had finished her story.

"How?"

"It's the only place I've seen head piercings on a regular basis." I was deliberately choosing my words to describe an example of some extreme body-mod that she was not currently exhibiting, which was difficult because the longer I looked at her, the more modifications I saw. And even my attempt to be tactful by avoiding comment on her specific modifications backfired: at my words she promptly demonstrated that she had a head piercing as well, a thick chain threaded through two round holes in the crown of her skull. Hanging decoratively from the chain was an eight-ball. Had she been trepanned earlier, I wondered? If so then they only would have had to add a single extra hole to create the piercing. The rig looked very heavy, though. I remembered that pool balls were always a lot heavier than they looked. And why an eight-ball? Was she aware that it was a gang symbol in some places?

I find myself driving with a stranger , we're in what looks to be a red car that just stop at a red light. That's when I had the memory of being in a movie scene. We kept driving in till I find myself on a school bus with my father, we discuss several things. Apparently I was an actor, my grandfather was refusing to accept my father money. He began telling me we need to find a way to convince him to get help. My father then catches a man staring at us on the opposite end of our seat. My father quickly ask what was the man job? He responded saying that it was mowing obama's lawn and that he was skilled at it. My father wanted to know why, the man said why as well.

This irritated my father and told him not to speak. That's when my father abruptly got up from his seat and walk toward the back of the bus. The man that had made my father left smiled at me. That's when the bus stop and all of us got up from our seats to exit the bus. When I arrived outside I notice the weather was clouded no doubt preparing to rain. The school was surrounded by skinny trees with no leaves on them and somehow I knew I had become a little kid once again.

My recall remembers parents had force me to attend school again. I ran pass a couple of buses and kids so I could reach the entrance first. Once there I enter inside a notice a lot of other small kids. I decided to keep jogging for a couple of minutes and began thinking to myself that school would be no problem. I had an idea what majority of what the questions would be like. Eventually as time went by I became aware that I was reaching the end of the hallway.

I began saying I have to start thinking more properly. I walk to a near by blue locker to lean against it so I could take my bag. Something I notice was that my pants had now disappeared and that a boy had turn around kept staring at me with a look I find familiar. I ask the boy what? He then grabs my bag but is unsuccessful in snatching it from me. My face then grows a smirk, I realize that I still had all my adult strength despite being a little kid again.

I grab his hand that is place on the bag and put pressure to show him the difference. I said did he like that as I could hear him panicking. That is when an accomplice of his came and grab on to the bag. I look at him and became lucid. Now I had better control dealing with the both of them. I push the first boy off to where landed on the ground. The other boy was a bit bigger so I kick him as he lets go of my shirt. I grab my bag and ask why do I always have to fight.

I look back to make sure they were down. That's when I had an FA. Lucidity Time: 11 seconds

Something to do with being late for my summer class. For some reason I was running up all these flights of stairs trying to get to class in time and worrying about some homework that I should have done. I think I was in some kind of hotel or dorm environment.


I was flying some kind of space fighter ship on patrol low above the moon. This big ring shaped ship that belonged to my friend S came out of nowhere and started missiles firing at me. He hit me twice and my ship was almost completely crippled. I turned around and rocketed toward him and hit him causing the ring to break and the whole ship to disintegrate.

What we were doing turned out to be a game sort of like Kerbal Space Program. He showed me this base he had built on the moon where the ring ships were built.


Something to do with the Teen Titans. Only they didn't look animated, they all looked like real people. Cyborg had some kind of malfunction that caused parts of his robot body to go haywire and automatically attack the other titans. I remember his arms and legs detached and came after everyone.

We had to dispose of his computer chip or something to return him to normal. This meant that I had to fly this big plane over the ocean and drop the chip from a certain height onto a certain spot on the ocean.

The ring shaped ship showed up again and shot the plane's engines.

The scene repeated several times.


I was back in my own neighborhood so this might have led into the lucid part of the dream. There was something to do with my next door neighbor having two driveways. Starfire showed up and asked me if that was normal. I think that's what caused me to become lucid but I don't remember.


I actually remember getting lucid twice last night, but I forgot what occurred while I was in one of the lucid dreams.

I do remember the other lucid involved me practacing waterbending on the lake behind my house. I was experimenting with different moves seeing what would work.

I remember using the push-and-pull move. (Thinking that it is a very basic move, also the first one that they ever did on the show.) But I was able to push-pull the whole entire lake making a big wave go from one side to the other. I sloshed it back and fourth faster and faster until the water filled up all of one side.

I then remember making the water into like a stream or a whip. The whip was disappointingly small and thin, but I seemed to have a good level of control over it.

I then tired making like a ghyser or a spray erupt out of the water but it didn't work. The water just bubbled up a little bit.

Guess I'm not too great at doing this every day, whoopsie. My initial hype and motivation has been replaced with a more calm dedication, maybe. Every night before bed I talk to my tuppers about LDing, I meditate on LDing, I obsess over it. At least I'm falling asleep at reasonable times again.

I thought I forgot about my dream until my tupper told me to write this, and now that I'm thinking back, I can remember plenty from my last before waking up, let's see...

I was in the hospital, supposedly visiting my grandmother. I waltzed into different rooms and hung out with different old people, none of whom were my grandma. I spoke to a doctor shortly, who asked me to help him out with something, so I think I got hired on the spot. Right next to the old people ward where they sat and waited to die in miserable little beds there was an office where old ladies were working on doing administrative work. I'm not sure if they were supposed to be patients or... One of them told me where grandma was, so I visited for a sec (the old lady in question definitely wasn't a grandma of mine, but dream-me believed it). Then work called, and I had to take the elevator down to the hospital gardens/kitchen hybrid.

The room where the elevator was also seemed to be some attic where all the (hot and young girls in the dream) nurses hung out, and I'm not sure why but I had to sit there while they all changed into bathing suits. Good dream. I tried to hide that I was peeking, but I saw boobs. The elevator was more of a fridge in appearance, but it had little windows. It rolled outside and pretty much went down a rollercoaster track, including little jumps and shit that would make rollercoaster tycoon guests vomit all over your pavement. That shit was scary, yo. Anyway, I arrived at the gardens, and some old dude said I needed to start cooking and handed me a knife before leaving.

My little brothers came along to the gardens while I just stood there and started smoking weed. I got upset at them because I'd get fired, and I think that's when I woke up.

Non-lucid, lucid

.../It's night, and there was something about a cat in a known dream-world-apartment. When I'm about to get into the kitchen through the backyard, I see a hill on the side. I decide to go there and enjoy the view. I notice the dream feeling as I start to climb the hill. Once above, I don't have exact idea about what to do, it has been a long time since I don't feel it again. I remember the lucid dares, of course I can do one of them! I remember I was dared to get naked in front of a DC... I start taking my clothes off, when I think it could take too much time and possibly I will wake up before I get to do it, so I decide to pull it off. It's not working and I remember that Sensei, long ago, posted in a thread something about how could you take your clothes off, I think I may try it. An anime-like non-human character lands next to me in a flash. I think it may be him then the whole dreamscape starts to fade out. I hear some noises in the outside and it doesn't take too much until I'm back again. At the beginning I float down the hill until I start seeing things better while I get into the kitchen. A man stands out and I'm standing behind a woman who is washing the dishes. I turn her and this time I end up with the clothes I'm still wearing by just pulling them off. She doesn't seem to be interested at all and keep on washing the dishes. I think I may have some fun when I notice she's wearing something like this:

then the dream fades out!!!!!/...