non-lucid

19.01.2015

Teleporting to uncharted islands. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There was a friend who had the ability to teleport with a machine. He was teaching me how to build the machine and we took a few attempts. We appeared at a gym and there was a big bee also. The guy told me to ignore the bee and he started to tell me that he could also travel in time and to places that were not yet discovered.

He told me about some tiny islands that were uncharted. I wanted to teleport there and I could see that I appeared in some tiny islands, they were below the Earth crust and there were creatures that are unknow to this world. Also, there was no light and the island was no longer than a foot long. I could not fit and I teleported back to the old gym.

From here, I went to a festival related to arcade games.







There were a ton of weird arcades that I have never seen in my life. I stopped by one arcade and some dude pushed me to the site in order for him to play it. I sat on an arcade next to him trying to figure what was going on. The arcade had no screen and I wondered how it could be played.

There was also a big and darker room where people were playing Word of Warcraft. I told myself that I never played that game and never will. I also realized they were giving away Nintendo 3DS XL if you played the game. I figure it would be addicting so I passed.

I went to a campsite, it was night and there were some strange animals. They looked like Pokemon, but like real life and making weird noises.

19.01.2015

Lemon car wont break (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to some Mexican neighborhood and some dude had an old manual transmission car. It looked really like a lemon, ready to go to the junkyard, but I took a test drive.







The transmission was super smooth and the engine roared like if it was a sports car. On the interior it looked on and there were some papers around. I picked up my wife an showed her how smooth the drive was.

It was a nice drive, and I actually liked the car. I drove it until night until I saw there was some huge party, blocking the street. The car was speeding and upon trying to break, the car did not... I panicked and I could not even warn the people (honk not working) so I started to run over people. Even though there was no blood, no bumps, nothing, it was like if they were holograms and other people around did not seemed to care. I woke up a little altered.

19.01.2015

Happy client after Banishing (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was called by a client because of something that happened in her home when I was there.

I got to a big building, kind of futuristic and very dark. The walls were gray, looked like concrete and the door was made out of dark wood. The lady opened the door and she had a ton of gadgets and a very fancy decor.

Apparently, my twin flame and I did a spirit banishing work at her house. I could not recall such event but she even knew the name of my twim flame (who in real life I have done banishings with) Aparently, during the ritual, Olga dented some pricey figure.

My client wanted us to pay to fix it and well, we found it fair. She was happy of my honestly and I knew Olga would be happy to do so as well. Our client told me that she will be happy to work with me in the future, that she was going to need readings and that all the entities were gone and her house felt safe again.

I'm looking at a man lying on the floor, bound in ropes, while a woman talks to me about him. He doesn't have a shirt and the ropes are cutting into his skin, I can smell blood, though he's otherwise unhurt. I can't see his face. The woman's saying, "We would walk a (something) of this guy. (Something long) lest he move-" I'm thinking that this situation reminds me of something I did under Charlemagne's rule.

FK, catching up with Janette. She's shocked to learn I haven't turned anyone since we separated in 1683 - it's been a century or two since then. She finds it impossible to imagine spending all that time without your own kind.

On the subject of writing, the man I'm speaking with is arguing that using a gateway to hell as a plot device is trite. The gateway to hell should be the book itself, not a device.

Walking aimlessly down the halls of the McKittrick Hotel, I was considering passing the time at Hecate's replica bar - she'll be out for a while yet but it's always possible someone interesting will stop in. But I heard the beautiful sound of a piano coming from the room just beyond the bar's entrance, and followed it, and met a classical composer who I could not convince to give me his name.

I'm trying to hold a conversation with a giant. He's holding an ax, the blade of which is currently buried in the roof of a building, and there are a few terrified people running away - they're being very loud and making it difficult for me to continue our conversation. But the giant's just thanked me for something, and I respond in disbelief, "You thanked a jinxed magician." That's something you shouldn't do, very bad luck.

It was in the middle of the night. The sky was clear but I couldn't see any star. I was standing in front of the campfire. In the background I could see a village with victorian houses. Gothic cathedral was barely visible in the darkness. The campfire gave dim, moody light. I saw random adventurers. Some of them stayed close to the light, but th rest was hidden in the darkness, leaving only black silhouettes in sight. We were sitting there until the morning, then we moved to the forest. We were fighting with groups of small, red demons weilding scimitars and bucklers. There were also some zombies shambling in the distance.

Morning of January 19, 2015. Monday.



This is another typical King Street boarding house dream, with nothing relevant to my character or present life. It is a dream I could have had thirty years ago and not known the difference in waking up then or now. Still, I document everything for long-term study (as always, since early childhood) regardless of the type that seems like residual “what if” dregs from the 1980s.

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I make my way to King Street. A male I knew at that time, Don K, is walking with me at one point, carrying a couple full bottles of wine. We end up going into the house through the main front entrance and the landlord and landlady (though started by the landlord), both deceased in reality, go into a bizarre rhythmic “mantra” (with the accented phrasing in the opposite areas as would otherwise seem normal). It seems like some sort of insult to anyone that goes into their house, including a relevance to their desire to be alone. The “song” is one of the oddest things I have heard in a long time.

Don and I end up in the pinhead’s (Leonard S) old room at the southern end of the house. The room is mostly empty. We then drink from different wine bottles. I notice that my bottle, in addition to containing red wine, is also thick with dry powder that does not fully blend with the wine and is apparently crushed sleeping pills. Still, I drink parts of it in small amounts, not really wanting the full effect of either. In reality, I had never taken any form of medication of this kind and rarely ever drank. I attempt to stir it but there is so much powder, the fluid nature of the wine is minimal and nearly too viscous to flow naturally from the bottle. I take about five drinks over time. We are seemingly going to go to Third Street and perhaps meet with others but my dream fades.

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What is interesting is that in the past, I was often within dreams of the future, including those involving the “mystery girl”. Now that I actually “live the dream” so to speak, I often mentally travel to mundane facets of the past (with alternate histories and even no-longer necessary “rehearsals”), almost as if it is some sort of “balancing” function to remind me of the human aspects and encounters of my otherwise legend-like path.

Don was actually the one to inform me of the King Street house availability (while we both worked at the same factory), which was my first unshared apartment in real life at seventeen. It is interesting in that Don was also the worst possible reference I could have had, yet once the owners learned that I was not at all like Don, they let me rent the apartment. Ironically, he was evicted from his apartment shortly after I moved into mine, for drunkenness and leaving broken glass on the lawn.

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Pretty cool dream, I would've liked to have remembered more of it but I only remembered this much after I'd been thinking about it for a while. I actually didn't think I'd dreamt of anything but luckily the memories hit me like a bag of bricks and I scrambled for my journal to write as much as I could.

Non-Lucid
Questioning
Lucid

I am in a huge park with my mum, we're in a group of people and are hiking to the top of a mountian. I am talking to her about different things and I suddenly notice there seems to be a guide at the front. He seems quite un-realistically muscular and dressed like a boy scout leader/park ranger. He is wearing a beige shirt with an orange neck tie with the same beige colour shorts. The guide is also wearing what looks like a ten-gallon hat. As I stop looking at the guide, we reach the top of the mountain. He hands me an empty potato sack and tells me to slide down the mountain. I look where he's telling me to go and it seems quite dense with vegetation with a couple rocks to the side. Regardless I listen to him and prepare myself to slide down.

Memory Gap

I am now at the bottom of the mountain and my mum is behind me again even though she didn't go down with me. I see the entrance to the park and see that there is a booth where people are being given wristbands to allow access. I look at my own wrist and see that I didn't have one, I begin to wonder how I even got into the park without a wristband but dismiss the thought as I want to focus on getting past the booth without being caught. I begin to act like I have a wristband and as I walk past the booth I see two girls roughly my age in there, one has straight brown hair and the other has blonde, curly hair. They are both quite attractive, however I hear some of my friends, they are in a carpark that is completely covered in red/orange gravel. They seem to be playing a more violent form of soccer/football so I decide to join them.

Memory Gap

My friends start leaving and I want to go back into the park now. I start walking towards the gate and on my way I look to my right and see part of a fence that has been completely torn off for some reason I got the slightest hint that I was dreaming because of the fence but once again I wanted to focus on reentering the park without any trouble. I enter a group of people that have their wristbands, catch one last look of the two girls and enter the park once again before the dream fades.

One of my longer dreams actually, even though I forgot some chunks of it. One part I would've like to have remembered was the slide down the mountain. Shame that I forgot about it but at least I didn't totally forget the whole thing. I get the feeling that I've seen the brown haired girl before in my first lucid dream now that I look back on it, she was the one that told me to move carefully otherwise I would wake up. Could she be my dream guide? That would be pretty cool. I'm also beginning to notice that I am questioning dreams more, however I seem to get rid of the thought, I'm not sure why but maybe It's something I need help with.

- Have my second Lucid Dream.
- Have a conversation with a DC.
- Fly.
- Find my Dream Guide.

Added another goal, If that girl is my dream guide I would love to tick that off the box of goals that I have, maybe she can help me.

My first lucid experience this year! It's tiny but its encouragement that I am on the right path.
Dream 1: Non-Lucid
I was travelling aboard a cruise ship/ferry with a lot of people from my school. It was all going well until some sort of sea monster appeared on the radar and started swamping us with waves. We managed to stay upright after one pass by of the monster, but the second attack flipped us upside down and we began to sink. I managed to swim out the door and up to the surface, just before I ran out of oxygen. Gasping for breath, I saw about a dozen other people who had survived, out of the 50-100 on board. The monster dissapeared after that, presumably down with the ship, so we swam to the shore and set about finding civilization. We came across an ancient roman complex and discovered we were in Italy, and so two of the survivors who could speak Italian started conversing with a woman there and I went off exploring the beautiful villa. I woke up then due to my brother.
Dream 2: Lucid Kinda
I was at school (surprise surprise dreamsign ) and during recess I was in the library trying to find a book. A girl came up and we started talking, And I ended up arranging to meet her after school. I went on to Politics class, which had my brother in it as well which was a bit odd. The lesson flew past with me thinking about what had happened before,almost conscious but not quite. Then the teacher span around and asked my brother, "Do you know what we have talked about for the past 50 minutes!" and he didn't know. She then turned on me and asked the same, and I couldn't reach anything. (I think that actually helped give me some consciousness as it is similar to the reality check of asking yourself how and why you re where you are and what did you do previously) After that the teacher went on to my brother about all these levels of punishment he would be getting, and I sorta tuned out and thought about things more. Bit by bit I became more and more aware until I suddenly thought "This must be a dream", feeling a little foolish because I thought I was just daydreaming/imagining the scene at that time. Lo and behold however when I did that I got a shot of awareness and ding a ling lucidity . Unfortunately I woke up immediately without being able to do anything, I just got tingly all over and started feeling my own body. Ah well, better luck next time!

It's some holiday to do with romance, and Bai Suzhen's sitting in a field beside a small river, psyching herself up. Xiaoqing's to her right, encouraging her. As part of her training, Bai Suzhen's been sort of playing celestial matchmaker. She's set up various marriage possibilities for Xu Xian, putting in a great deal of time and effort, and she intends to bring it to a finish today, on this holiday. Of course, as a disembodied observer I'm aware this won't work out the way she planned - today's the day she'll meet Xu Xian in physical form for the first time, and their usual story will proceed from there.

In a scene involving a giant globe and the phrase, "You were being extremely literal about wanting to travel the globe, huh," 23-26 degrees longitude is highlighted.

There was brief lucidity these past two nights, lots of it. Lots and lots of layer 1’s. I saw Marcus quite a bit. Sorry for my low activity on the website though.


Somebody was telling me about how you could have better sex dreams if you were to take two pillows and *ahem* orient them in such a way as to *ahem* enhance the experience.


There was a dream involving my religious choices and some strong personal emotions. I’m gonna skip this one for the sake of not inflaming any passions. (Including my own.)


I vaguely recall being on my college campus with D. There was some kind of battle going on that I had to participate in. I don’t recall the specifics but it was important. I recall the campus being akin to a war-zone. There were burning buildings, crashed cars and the likes. Neither D or I seemed particularly concerned though.

We were making our way back to the dormitories I began to take note that despite the area being akin to a war-zone there were not any people actually fighting. I think a couple of jets flew in low and that was about it.

I became partially lucid at one point and was somehow involved in ‘fighting for my lucidity’. There were some robots attacking me as well. For some reason, I thought of Soul Eater and wanted to see if I could transform myself into a living weapon.

It worked. I made my right arm into a black and silver scythe blade. I saw some more robots coming in and I made my arm into an axe with a long handle. I then recall manifesting knives to fall on and impale my enemies. I was making my way along the side of the cafe by my dorm at this point.

I then came across three golems. I ‘remembered’ that these were the three spirits of lucid dreaming or some such nonsense and that I had to protect/save them from the robot menace. They were golems made of bamboo. One was the typical green, another larger one was blue and there was an even larger red one.

Each of the three golems was meant to represent something about myself but I couldn’t figure out what they were. I was pointing out what I thought they represented. I thought of the chackras and thought that red symbolizes survival and therefore the red golem might indicate my survival ability. Blue symbolizes creativity and expression, so he might represent that. Green represents love and that is the smallest. The others don’t even seem to be present.

My grandfather showed up and I was now in my backyard. The golems were still there. He told me that I shouldn’t turn my body into a weapon because it is an evil power. I noticed that my arms were still scythe blades. I then (for some reason) thought of something that had been said to me in an old star wars Jedi game, where the Master states that the Jedi can use ‘dark’ abilities such as force choke and and sith lightning, and although these abilities are considered evil, they are used with good intentions.

The golems backed me up saying that I had protected them from the robots with my ‘dark power’ and the golems were very kind, respected beings. They understood and explained things to him.

I started to become more lucid and wake up, as the dream broke down I just began recycling and considering my philosophy on dreaming. The idea that if someone embraces only good or only evil, they might become out of balance.


S and I were hanging out and S had asked me to drive and get the pizza that he had ordered. He hadn’t ordered from the normal pizza place, he had ordered from this specialty place that was supposedly both really good and quite far away. (also quite expensive from what I could recall.)

I was driving down the expressway. (In a completely unfamiliar region by the looks of it.) I had no sense of direction or where I was heading.) I kept feeling like I was missing the exit or something. Eventually I decided to simply get off the expressway and try to ask for directions or something.

I pulled into the parking lot of a hotel. It had a name like the ‘Chippewa’ hotel or some native american tribe name. I ‘remembered’ that the place was run by a native american man that someone in my family or immediate friends knew. The hotel had a main building with a lobby, pool and a ten story tower with rooms, as well as private cabins in the woods behind the hotel.

The front door was locked and I made my way around the back. There was a large terraced garden and a driveway leading into the woods and the first couple of log cabins. There was also a playplace with some children playing at it. I wandered around the hotel for awhile.

At some point, somebody stole my car.

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I tried to call my parents but my phone was dead.

…

I became semi lucid. For some reason, I thought of a character from my comics, a spirit known as Ateria.

In my Comics, Ateria is a psychic spirit who will possess a person work with a person to aide them in their travels. She grants a wide range of powers including astral projection, enhanced strength and speed, telekinesis, and mind reading. But her greatest power is carbon alchemy, allowing her to take carbon from any non-living source, usually the carbon dioxide in the air and convert it to diamond, carbon fiber, graphite, graphene, or hydrocarbons (oil, gasoline, natural gas). With this, Ateria and her host can create a massive variety of objects.

“Ateria, Carbon Bike.”

She created a carbon Motorcycle that was black and white. Diamond formed the engine and rigid components and carbon fiber made up the tires and seat. I got on and started riding, but the bike was uncontrollable and I rode off of the drive and through the back door of the hotel. And wouldn’t you know it, the pizza place I was looking for was right in there.

Manei was there, and she had the pizza that I had been asked to get. Though for some reason the ‘pizza’ was actually a giant pizza sized chocolate chip cookie in a pizza box. And of course (because logic can go die.) I didn’t get lucid.

There was something strange about Manei. She has this odd hairstyle with three or four braids. Wasn’t the craziest outfit/hairstyle that I have come across but it was noticeable.

There were a bunch of people who walked in to the pizza place. They were mostly parents and little kids who looked to be a part of a birthday party. My parents were in the crowd as well. They said something awkward/embarrassing to me.

I started getting like a chuck-e-cheese vibe from the place as more and more of these people came in.

Manei wanted me to put her number in my phone, even though my phone was dead earlier, it worked now. I opened it up and saw that I already had it. This was my contacts list in my dream phone.

Contacts:

Parents -0004

Pare nts -00004

Polic -09011

Manei -7642

Mar1cus -1001

I felt empowered on the motorcycle and decided that I would just ride south and live in the tropics. With Ateria by my side, I could manifest a pile of diamond and sell it, and live happily for the rest of my life. Manei asked if she could come with me. I told her that she reminded me of someone that I knew, and that if she wanted to, she was welcome to join me. But she had to play it by my rules. She seemed OK with that and got on.

We rode out the door, down the drive and into the sunset. All of the people from the party were watching us though. It was like the end of a movie or something and-



Oh. Right… um… I'm dreaming... that would make a lot more sense with the context of everything that has happened… and the girl who looks just like Manei. Well the dream is over now.

fragmented night, tons of scenes, but a lot poorly recalled

23:03 pre-bedtime, breathing meditation, visualization, intention setting

23:17 bedtime

04:03

+ climbing mountain

(DO) -- outdoors daytime, approaching mountain, flying up mountain sides, it's guarded by elves that can cause avalanches? Reach the top and giant flat plateau with huge flat-topped boulders, I see people-shaped piles groups of stones in the distance in both directions I'm trying to see if they're real people or not.

+ riding in helicopter, system of projection

In a helicopter ride, the pilot is talking about how there is a projection system that can project a view onto the entire scene around the helicopter but this interferes with the elevation (readings/control?)

+ enter schoolroom, one boy there, try to fly outside can't climb up; outdoor seance with psychics, girl ghost

Enter a (school?) room, there's just one (young) boy there, it's a remedial class? See white board? Something about Alaska? I leave the room out to the back yard and want to fly but first I have to climb up the wooden fences, and I can't do it. A woman (teacher?) comes out and starts talking to me

I'm on a sweeping hillside outdoors daylight there are hundreds of people seated on the ground all around me among the rolling hills and on the hillsides. One of the people disappears she was a ghost that has been appearing with our group (of psychics/mediums?) over the years, this was a site of some catastrophe?

+ mathematician working through a series of sine and cosine approximations, graph, eating chocolate, calculating machine that drop things at the proper period.

A mathematician works verbally and with diagrams to calculate sin(4) (?) by successive approximation using the symmetry rules of sine and cosine, sin(4) -> cos(1) -> sin(3) -> picture transforms to a right triangle with dotted lines and there's some rule about the ratio. I"m holding a small pyramid of chocolate and take a bit off of the top and think about eating more. There is an invention of a device that you roll on the ground and it click clacks out a steady rhythm showing the period that the operator must drop things? Related to the catastrophe on the mountain?

+ 3 guys enter security door, chinatown

I'm in a hallway in front of a security door. The door beeps and 3 guys come in, I see their faces, they're talking, one guy is showing the others around and is talking about Chinatown.

+ cooking fish; pulling parasite crab things out of my butt (yep, every bit as painful and unpleasant as it sounds)

(Thanks a lot, Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, for this "lovely" experience!) There is a fish we're cooking (on the grill?) we have cooked it as one piece instead of spread in half, and there's some concern whether or not it's correctly cooked. So I'm inspecting the fish lifting up the skin to see if the flesh is cooked and someone comments that the parasites are not dead yet, but if we put the fish back on the fire the parasites will all leave the fish. I see little leech-like things squirming in the fish moving towards the tail.

Then the parasites have matured to crab like things, have multiplied, and have all latched themselves with their claws partly into my butthole. I reach down and one by one pull them out, it's not easy as they don't want to leave and are holding on with their claws. I do this about 4-5 times, and on the last one I have to clench my abdomen and "poop" out the last one, which comes out with a chunk of poop on it. Ew.

+ rescue a guy from a deep rectangular hole, mud and poop on the bottom

A guy is at the bottom of a deep rectangular pit about 20 feet down, it's about a 40-foot perimeter. I tell him to look out for the pile of poop. There is a pile of mud on the floor, too, I lift him out (with a crane?).

+ walking past woman on train who apparently reads my mind, sit with her for a bit

I'm on a train, walking past a woman I consider unattractive, I think to myself "old and ugly", then the woman says something about "old and ugly," and my curiosity is a bit raised, I feel a bit bad about this thought and I ask if I may sit with her for a bit, the corridor is a series of multi-level bunks laid out across the path so you must climb up/down/over each one. Multi-colored (flowered?) upholstery.

WBTB, failed BTS, hours later sleep again/sleep in

06:30 (?) give up, get out of bed

08:30 (?) back to bed,

12:00 approx.

1mg melatonin out of desperation to get back to sleep, doesn't help, just makes me very groggy when I finally do get back to sleep hours later

+ guy jumps on back of truck, ask another guy "what's 'Candy' in Chinese?

A truck is driving down a road (Ce St. in B approaching Sh ave?), and a migrant worker leaps out from between some cars into the road and hops up into the back of the truck. (My view is following the truck.). I think he does this every day in this same truck to get a ride. I'm in the truck and the conversation is about candy. I'm asking a chinese guy who's sitting against the left side of the truck bed "<what's candy in Chinese>" (in a foreign language), he answers, <….>, which he says translates as "sweet children."

+ returning with a group to sit at the table for more drinking, choosing a good spot

At a party with a group, we're returning to the tables in an outdoor patio for more drinking. I'm placing clean classes on the table, there are used pint glasses there I pick one up and see the remains of a previous drink there. People are sitting and I'm trying to choose the best spot among the people I like, I'm finding it hard to get a good spot.

+ placing long stemmed flowers into vases outside

Outside a home in twilight with group of people, I'm holding a bunch of long-stemmed branches covered with little colorful flowers, there is some element of deception going on, I place the stems into pots next to us.

+ (f) old GF, SB?

+ (f) people laughing about translation of address on envelope?

I was in my home. Brother came back from work in Switzerland, and made a party. We were drinking vodka and wine. Lots of them. There were many bottles spread across the whole house. Piles of bottles, each of them different. We were drinking and talking. When the last bottle was empty, we took a taxi cab to the local shop. They told the driver that we need to buy more vodka. I yelled And what about me!?? Driver replied They haven't forgot about you. and handed me a bottle of wine. We walked down the street from the shop, and went to my house by foot, to drink much more. My abilities to walk and see weren't impaired, but I felt stronger and stronger urge to drink.

*I was completely drunk when I came back from my friends 18th birthday. It was a special occasion, so I broke my rules to never drink too much. That's the effect.*

My friend's dad locked me in his basement in a tiny cell for weeks(or months?). In order to eat, I caught mice and somehow started fires to roast them over. When the dad asked me what I ate, and I told him. "I eat everything but the insides." My body was starved and withering away. I was scared and alone. I looked for ways to escape but it was impossible. Then, my friend and her mom came home and somehow I got access to a cell phone. At this point, I was sobbing. I tried calling the friend's mom to tell her what her husband was doing to me but the call didn't go through. My friend came by and I saw a chance to get a hold of a bottle of alcohol. I told her this, and she told me not too because her dad might find out and be mad. Then I found another phone and tried to call 911 but when I pressed "9" a "0" would pop up after it so it took me awhile. I was crying so hard saying, "help me, help me!" It was traumatizing.

It wasn't quite a nightmare, but a scary, disturbing dream.

Morning of January 18, 2015. Sunday.



Of the thousands of variations that have been rendered in my dreams of my Cubitis home since 1968, along comes a completely different one after over thirty years of last having been there. This one is a little more diverse than usual. I do not believe this is due to long-term memory distortion either, because there were alterations of the house in my dreams when I was living there (and indeed, as there have been with all places I have lived). This is also another “extra window” dream as with a recent dream about my present home. My dream is very vivid (fully in-body), though I am not lucid at any point.

My dream seemingly takes place late at night. My wife Zsuzsanna is with me (though she has never been to America). My computer setup in real life is somewhat similar to how it is set up in my bedroom in my dream, with the monitor facing the windows directly behind me (in my dream, north). At one point, I turn around to look out the jalousie windows. There seems to be at least one additional (fictional) large window, immediately to the left of the door to the carport.

This variation is unusual in that it seems to be the first time the house has been directly rendered in the middle of a seemingly large city (though there were many early precognitive dreams concerning the new highway and such at the back of our property). There is even a well-maintained city street (and sidewalks) close to the house where the northern side yard (and the orange grove beyond) would otherwise be, running east and west. Also, the playground from my elementary school has replaced our large front yard though as if being another city block west of us. There is a shorter chain-link fence along that part of the sidewalk, the sidewalk of which replaces our long real-life driveway (the playground area being open in reality and which otherwise faced the rest of the school grounds). I do not know what would be in our backyard and easterly as we remain in our bedroom throughout my dream.

Two (unknown) teenage girls are walking from the west along the chain-link fence on our side of the street. Eventually, it is a group of four girls. There is also an older male and his wife or girlfriend walking from the same direction at one point, about ten feet ahead of the girls.

I decide to close all the windows for privacy in case my wife and I become more intimate. I close two windows (including the fictional one) without incident. However, when I go to close the outside door’s jalousie window, the handle wobbles (as a different one did in real life until I finally fixed it) and a glass pane falls out from near a lower row and smashes in our carport. This is an odd incident though, as there is an additional somewhat confusing and uncertain aspect to it by which I also somehow “feel” the weight and momentum of the event as it happens (an odd but vivid perception not possible in reality but which has occurred in dreams). At the same time I was closing our window, the older male, as he was walking easterly by with his partner (to the left of her), apparently threw a large (unknown) object into our carport (possibly something of ours that was in the carport - I get the vague impression of a golf club but we never had any in reality) so that it hit the window as I was closing it, which possibly is what caused the pane to come out. There is the idea that the male was also startled by the window breaking even though he was seemingly (possibly absentmindedly) vandalizing the place (even though he is about sixty and seems dressed neatly). I call out “hey” and the couple continues to walk out of view, but walking a little faster now.

I mention to my wife about how “they” broke our window, but by this point, the group of four girls (mostly all in blue jeans and singlets) is there just north of the carport (on the fictional sidewalk) who think I am accusing them. They all stop and look into the carport and through the jalousie window of the door. I notice that the area seems fairly built-up and see what may be stores and taller commercial buildings across the (fictional) street in the semidarkness. One of the girls talks about how it was not her or any of her friends who broke the window and she talks about the male who is no longer in the immediate area. I am aware of who did it, of course, but I do not coherently confirm this to them. They do not seem angry or even annoyed at any point, though. They continue to hang around and I guess they are worried about getting into trouble for something they did not do. However, I am still contemplating on whether the window coincidentally broke when something was thrown near the door and perhaps was not directly broken by the older male. As I wake, I am trying to gather my thoughts in a manner that I can tell them to go on their way and not worry about our broken window, without insulting them or giving them cause for them to believe I think they were vandalizing the house but for some reason, I cannot logically come up with how to communicate this at all as my dream fades.

I completely forgot to post this yesterday as I was quite busy with different things. I have another dream coming after this as I had another one last night as well.

Non-Lucid
Questioning
Lucid

I was lost in a dark forest in the middle of the night. I wasn't too worried about being lost as I was just looking around. The forest itself was made up completely of pine trees and the ground was really muddy where I was walking. I made my way ot of the forest when I saw the headlights of a small truck. I saw a DC standing near the truck and I asked him if he could help me get home. He shrugged at me before saying something and driving away. There was a house nearby with a light on the front porch and I saw a robot which looked like a crash test dunmy walking towards me. It told me that it would assist me to find my way home. The scene then changed to a constrcution site/quarry and I was getting really annoyed with the robot for not helping me at all. The robot was immediatley hostile and told me it would slit my stomach open . I started running and the scene changed again to my dad's study where I slammed the door shut and held it. He didn't seem to mind much and told me to hold the door shut otherwise the robot would get me, I suddenly lost my grib on the door and scrambled to get it back before the robot burst in with a knife and started slashing at my stomach. I felt the cuts but was slightly confused when they didn't hurt in the slightest. I continued to wonder about this before I woke up.

Pretty weird one, it was creepy but didn't scare me as much as I thought it would so I'm not going to class this as a nightmare. A real change of pace to the beautiful scenes that I've had for the past few nights but that doesn't really bother me, at least I'm dreaming.

- Have my2nd Lucid Dream.
- Have a converstation with a DC.
- Fly.