non-lucid

As Hemlock Grove's Roman, me and Peter have just entered this old abandoned tower, and I'm showing off some of the tricks I've picked up since the last time we saw each other. I turn myself into a cloud of bats, thinking of this as something I'd learned from that one previous dream, and I come out of it high on the wall, looking down at Peter watching me, able to hold myself up against the vertical wall just by gripping with my hands - it's not completely effortless, but it's still easy. It's a rush. I'm having so much fun showing off with Peter, I want to laugh. This makes me start thinking something about connections with people, and then there's a memory gap.

The next scene I remember is in a different part of the same building, the memory gap only lasted for about one or two changes of scene. I'd climbed up into the metal rafters and I've been heading up in a spiral, and I've just come across a closed door; but I'm not playing around anymore, I'm in a hurry, either chasing or being chased by something. The door has no handle on this side, so I hammer on it and shout, "Open the door. Open the door, mom!" (I was thinking of someone specific by 'mom', but whoever she was, it wasn't my IRL mother or the mother of the character I'd started the scene as - I'm not sure I'm still playing his role by this point.) Door still doesn't open, and I'm not surprised. I step back and look at it. There's no way to open it from this side, just a keyhole big enough to look through - I can see some light through it, and I have the feeling I'm meant to look through it, and that thought pisses me off. I grip the side of the door, forcing my fingers into the gap between the door and the frame, and I wrench it open.

The other side of the door leads to somewhere else completely, unconnected to the building I was just in. It's incredibly vivid, nothing like the dream I'd been having up until this point - which hadn't seemed un-vivid in any way, but I'm thinking of this as a completely different way of seeing things. I'm in a stone hallway, brownish-yellowish stones, filled with many doors, all of them wooden, arched, narrow, dull red. I still have that sense of being in a hurry, and I immediately go to open the first door to my left. But as I do, I hear a woman's voice - the mother I'd referred to before - shouting this strangled "No!" and I hear the sound of a door closing, and footsteps in a hurry. And then I'm awake.

(Really awake, none of the usual transition, just footsteps and "No!" and suddenly in my bed with my eyes open. Was convinced I'd been woken up by the actual front door and actual footsteps - which is not unusual, I sleep while other people are up - but no, just the dream. Back to sleep.)

As Constantine (rhymes with turpentine), I've been in a police interrogation room for a while now when they let in this elegant older woman to see me, calling her "Mrs. Constantine." She's supposed to be my mother, which is a lie of course, my mother being long dead, but I instantly play along with the act. Memory gap, and then I'm being put in a holding cell, and I try to convince someone I pass along the way to have the police find that woman and pick her up, quick. Not sure I made myself clear, though, I'd been passing out, having a hard time staying conscious. I can see the brown smoke of her spell wrapping around me. Blacked out.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I had a classroom scene, so I went lucid and walked out. I didn't have any particular destination in mind aside from getting out of the school, and the first door that I reached for took me into the kitchens - still meant to be part of the school. The next door I can find is a refrigerator door, and I give that a shot - no good, I open it and find food inside. I think to myself that this is probably too strong an association to bother trying again, so I remove the refrigerator from the wall. There's a white wooden door behind it. This one opens onto a satisfyingly different scene - rolling green hills and a mountain in the distance that I mentally compare to Mt. Fuji from its size and the way it dominates the landscape, though otherwise they don't look alike.

I walk along a paved road leading towards that mountain. At one point I come across a house, and the road divides so that one path leads up a slope to that building and down again to rejoin the main road on the other side, and I'm admiring the organic shape of both the road and the house. It's a white one-story building composed of several rounded rooms, with a reddish-brown shingled roof with little spires over each rounded room. There were quite a few plants that I was admiring, and gardening tools, but I knew this was going to be too much detail for me to remember, and a lot of it didn't have any IRL comparisons I could easily make, to make it easier to remember. I focus on a couple woven baskets lying on a bench, with lids with little spires like the ones on the roof, the last thing I focus on as the path leads me back down to the main road.

The path leads me into a town, or a small city maybe, starting in a little square with two clocks standing on black iron poles. Both of them show the same time, 3:00, with the second hand pointing down at the 6; a bell tolls, and then they both run backwards, until every hand points to the top, midnight exactly.

The path leads on to another square, this one with a big brass bell. There are a fair number of people in the streets around me now, but I'm only paying attention to one - a man standing beneath that bell. He calls me over. He's this older man, and I mentally compare him to Mister Rogers, that sort of friendly and wise and harmless impression. His speech is slurred and very deliberate, as if he has a hard time forming English words. He says quite a few things about me heading for the mountain, and preparing for that, and he mentions K., an old IRL friend who I haven't gotten in touch with for a long time. I'm a little frustrated by knowing I'm not going to be able to remember all these details when I wake up, and I'm having a hard time picking and choosing which parts to focus on, but I hold up a hand to stop him and ask about K., ask him to clarify - is he saying I need K. with me at the mountain, that I can't do it alone? He's surprised by the question. He says, no, you can go on alone. And he compares me to "a dry martini: high in the hand, but hard to keep it." Okay, that's suitably convoluted phrasing that I'm definitely not going to remember that unless I wake up now. I choose to wake up so I can remember at least some of what he's said. I regret this decision almost instantly.

Wow, two nights in a row of remembering dreams! yay! I wrote in my daily journal last night, so maybe that really is helping.
I'm thinking of finally changing the font color of lucids since they're kinda hard to read. But I don't want to go through and change every single one, so I'm not sure. Too lazy.

I was in the bathroom at a huge hotel taking a shower when my hand started to feel funny. I looked down and saw that one of my fingers was short. The top half was missing and it was a stub. I was dreaming. It felt so real and vivid that it took me awhile to believe that. I was really excited so I stared at my hands to stabilize and then stared at the wall. I could see so much detail in everything. I went outside the bathroom and into the main lobby of the hotel. The ceiling was about 8 stories high so I decided to fly up. I spread my arms and began "swimming" up. I went really fast.(Usually it takes me a long time to get high.. haha get high.. you know what I mean). I made it to the ceiling and then floated back down. I wasn't sure what to do next so I decided to go outside and explore. Then I lost it.

I was in high school in Ms. Red-Head's English Class(I forgot her name. The senior year teacher). Some girl in the class had written a book that we were discussing. We were sitting in a huge circle of desks and I was next to Niki, who also wrote a book. I got rid of my copy of the book we were looking at because, frankly, I just didn't give a shit. I tossed Niki's book across the room to these two girls because I wanted more people to hear her book instead of the other girl's. The teacher found out that someone had tossed a book across the room and asked who it was. Several students pointed at me and I raised my hand, looking guilty. The teacher then told me to gather up my stuff and choose a room to sit quietly in. I chose a room that was connected to the classroom. I was actually quite happy to leave the class. There was a couch in the room and I began to set up my computer on it. I realized I didn't have a copy of the book we were discussing.
"Can I have a book?" I asked.
"That will be 3 dollars and 14 cents," the teacher replied.

-fragment at my house offering Dani if she wants bagels and cream cheese because she was hungry

-at some point I heard God's voice saying, "Come with me."

Going to school

It was during the christmas eve, everyone had to go to school. I entered the bus, and drove to the city where my school is placed. I entered the building, and went up to classroom. I thought Why should I try? I'll sit near the teacher anyway. As soon as the lesson started, with classmates we went out of classroom. I felt strong stomach pain, so I wanted to go out of school. I went to the head teacher. A tall, bald, fat man in graphite coloured suit and wearing glasses with thick, round lenses. I told him about my condition. He made mischievous smile, and said that everyone has to be in school during christmas.

Jogging in the city

It was warm, summer afternoon. I was running in the city I frequently visit. I was running witout any reason. The weather changed to cloudy, and it started to rain, but I still runned. I entered the building, suddenly I was changed to seven years old child, naked, sitting within other children. We were eating a tasty soup.

Discussion about black holes

I made a graphic representation of forces working in black holes. My graph was so confusing that my siblings couldn't read it properly. We discussed about that matter. I laughed from my younger sisters thoughts.

December 22, 2014

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eeeeehhhh. Been sick the past few days, so my dreams have been vivid, but easily forgotten somehow. I need to remember to write them as soon as I wake up, at least some notes. They're vivid enough that I only need to see a few key words to remember being in the dream, but I have a lot of trouble with remembering if I don't have something to go on... Hopefully I get healthy soon, and have more lucids!

Anyways, the dream from last night, which I actually forgot to write down, couldn't remember for most of the day, and suddenly remembered in the car on the way to see The Hobbit pt.3:



I was in a class, about 4th grade or so. I was one of the students, and my math methods professor was the teacher. I had just transferred to this school, so I didn't have any of the materials yet. It was math time and I was sitting at a picnic table at the back of the room, looking on a new friend's math journal. My prof got pretty upset with me for not havingmy book open to the right page, and every time I said I didn't have a journal, he assumed I meant I had left it at home. There had been some sort of miscommunication from someone who was supposed to give me the journal...

I finally did get one, and it had one of those perforated bits to open it, like a bill in the mail. I had to tear along the long edge across from the binding to open the journal. We were using math boxes on pages 43 and 49 (but not those in between for some reason)

I'm talking to Mark on the phone. I am aware that Mark himself has followed the same path previously - he tells me I can smoke a cigarette in this elevator. I proceed to light the cigarette, but do not smoke it, as I am inside a building and I'm conflicted by the knowledge that indoor smoking normally is not allowed. The elevator takes me to the top floor, as Mark says bye and I hang up. I get out the elevator and search for the exit to the roof so I can smoke - I go outside and find myself in an open-air railway station.
I'm still not sure if I'm allowed to smoke here - usually no smoking is permitted at railway stations. My cigarette is still lit, but I haven't toked it. I see a dude lighting up a cigarette, and feel like his desperation for a cigarette outweighs his consideration for the legality of it.
I cross the rail tracks and almost get hit by a train, but jump away just in time. I climb a steel, box-shaped object in the middle of the tracks, where I know I'll be safe. From my vantage point I can see a mother shouting and swearing at her daughter. The daughter thinks she is an adult now and can do what she wants, but the mother disagrees, and is still shouting and swearing. The daughter salutes the mother ironically, as if she were an army general ordering her around. The mother passes nearby so I say to her in a rather patronising fashion "excuse me. I can see you're trying hard to be a good mother, and that's great. But just calm down and slow down a bit, and take some deep breaths". The mother tells me she's been told to do the breathing before, and thanks me anyway. I squeeze her hand gently before she leaves.

[Note: I quit smoking a month and a week ago - clearly this has something to do with the strange smoking dilemna]

Beginning I appeared to be walking with a small boy in the woods that seems to be cover in fog. The boy ask me to help him create his project. I ask him what does this project need to consist of? He says only the simple things. I began saying I guess the complex things sometimes ruin the main point. The kid then said duh, as the fog began to clear a path that show the both of us a classroom. I open the door while we continue to enter inside. I appear in my old 4th grade classroom. The lights were off and I notice that students would first need to get their IQ test papers before taking their assign seats.

I went to the stand to get my paper, the paper claimed my IQ to be 180. I scratch my head thinking this is quite overestimating me. The teacher said congrats, and that I was one of the few that had score well. I got back to my seat and began filling other questions. That's when I ask if I had to fill all of the questions? The teacher said I didn't have to, but to do as many as I would like. I decided not to take the test seriously and didn't put much effort to finish all of them. I notice some students wanting my help but didn't want to ask me. I toss my paper to the side of the desk so they could have a good range of where the answers were on my paper.

To help pass the time, I began to eat a sandwich with too much cheese, with a hot dog that has purple slime splatter all over it. Not long after the teacher ask me for my paper. I got up and realize the students must've move my paper when getting the answers. However before after I turn back around it was in my red folder again. I gave it to the teacher and continue to get back to my seat. However before I could everyone seem quiet as they heard two older students fight out in the hall way. Our teacher began to mimic their voice in a attempt to show us how non serious this situation is.

She then order us back to our seats and added that everyone screws up. But decided to point me out by saying I am a real screw up. I laugh and told her that you haven't change and that it was good to have teacher speak their mind openly. I notice the lights came on in the classroom. After a minute of being here, I started focusing and thinking back. Wasn't long after she said this will help us 8th grader pass, however I only was in this classroom for 4th grade. I realize the chances of this being a dream were high. I then thought in this dream I must've been hold back for many years. Felt great though.

That's when our teacher ask us to choose an element that suits us. She didn't give us many options. Only fire , body or mental. Few chose body, I suppose that represents fitness. Most of us chose mental. I also pick mental since being in a dream. Our teacher had one last question for us. I for some reason knew what she was going to ask and was ready to answer. The teacher knew I had the answer but told me, let the other students have a chance. It didn't take long, only two tries and they got it right. After the student said energy, I recklessly said yes to congratulate them. Then my teacher fist bump me and soon after I felt tired and woke up. Lucidity Time: 5 seconds

As Rumpelstiltskin, disembodied, I'm watching a woman lead a prisoner, a teenage boy, into a dungeon. She's complaining about how tired she is of hunting people down and dragging them back here across worlds. We're standing (well, 'standing' in my case, lacking a body at the moment) in a stone hallway, at the top of a staircase blocked by a door of iron bars. She locks that door behind the prisoner, and when she leaves he just sits down right there at the top of the stairs rather than going further down. He looks very confused. I'm aware he's not the only person in the dungeon, there's several people down at the base of those stairs, some of whom I feel personally responsible for, and I wonder for a moment if they've been fed today. I sometimes forget how often my guests need to eat. Then I remind myself that right now, it's not my responsibility to keep them fed - the people who took them prisoner will take care of that, they need their hostages alive. There's someone in that dungeon I want to take back, but I've got a few other things to see to first, while I'm disembodied.

The scene skips ahead in time - no memory gap, just a shift to the bottom of the stairs and an awareness that this is meant to be later. A guard's come to feed the prisoners, and when no one comes to the top of the stairs when he calls, he opens the door to bring the food down himself and check on the prisoners. But when he gets to the bottom of the stairs, he finds me sitting in the wooden chair in the center of the dirt floor. I'm wearing a hood that hides my face, but I always do. There's two kids beside me, royalty held hostage - one of them's my granddaughter, biologically but not officially, though she isn't aware of that and neither were the people who took her. But they should have been aware that I've always looked after her family. I wait until he's seen me, and until the look on his face shows that he knows who I am, and then I create a ball of fire in my hand. I enjoy this.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm returning to a tent in a military camp in some cold, snow-covered place, and there's this man who bows to me two or three times when he sees me, obsequious manner, irritating. I hear a voice as if I'm reading a line in a book: "This was the worst of ___'s nature, he told himself - a ___ who didn't know how to ___." (The blanks aren't things that I forgot after waking up - during the dream, the voice just cut out during those words. The first blank was meant to be the name of my POV character here; the other two had no mental associations.)

I was hanging out with Dreamer and one of her guy friends. They were sitting on the couch next to each other. Her friend was wearing this enormous hat - It looked like a smurf hat, except that it was bright blue. He started to talk about some hat game in minecraft where you could do something with hundreds of different hats.

This Asian lady and her daughter appeared. The daughter was trying very hard to be American but she was uncomfortable because she felt as though she didn't fit in and she didn't understand the culture. The mom was yelling at her, telling her that she had to be better and to try harder and that she needed to change who she was in order to fit in and become rich. The daughter seemed really upset about being yelled at like this. I started to argue with her mom and tell her that it wasn't fair for her to put that kind of pressure on her daughter and that she should want her daughter to be happy. She shouldn't need her daughter to fit into a mold of standard conformity at the expense of her enjoyment of life.

Dreamer's DC didn't like that I was telling her mom this stuff, she thought that it wasn't my place to say such things. I was quite upset.
Dreamer's reaction didn't make sense to me, I thought that she would have agreed with me if anything.

I realized I was dreaming at this point. So I walked outside, into the front yard, where I saw high a school kid riding around on a unicycle, but it had a steering wheel on it. I walked in front of him and got him to stop riding. I made him fly into the air and gently land on a soft, cushiony patch of grass on the other side of the street. I then jumped onto his unicycle and started to ride down the street with it. He chased after me and I let him catch up a little bit to mess with him, I was feeling a bit cruel I suppose. He kept getting really close to me but then he would get too tired from running and he would have to slow down. I kept cheering him on while telling him that this was great exercise for him. I'm so mean to DCs sometimes!

We got to the end of the street and there was a giant crater in the middle of the road, maybe 100 feet deep and 50 feet in diameter. There were dead bodies littered all across the bottom of it. I jumped off the unicycle and sort of shielded the high school kid from the bloody scene. I could faintly see a semi-invisible figure lurking in the shadows. It became visible temporarily as it climbed out of the crater. It was Cerberus.


I began charging up a bright pink laser from the palm of my hand and I patiently waited for the demon dog to attack. It appeared from out of the shadows once more and I unleashed the charged up laser right into the center of it's middle head, destroying it. The beast recoiled and fled. I Woke up.

I drank Apple Juice and I wrote a daily journal to help with my dream recall. I think it helped, considering that I haven't been able to remember any dreams from the past two days. Most of these are just fragments, but hey, there's four of them. And it's better than nothing.


I was a black man forced into the army in WWII. I just remember being really scared.

I was in the silver car with Niki heading somewhere. The roads were snowy. We were going down a hill and I lost control and the car flipped on it's side for a second then flipped back. No one was hurt. A bunch of snow got in the car and I tried to pick it up and shake the snow out or something.

I was in the high school just peering in one of the rooms. Everyone had a huge knit rug they were working on.

Since I didn't have a job or anything, my parents forced me into joining the army. Niki was also forced by her mom. I really, really did not want to go. I think I was almost crying at a few points. I complained to Niki, "we're not good at anything. We're just gonna end up being cooks or cleaning the bathrooms." and a man near me said something like, "hey, the army needs those kinds of people. There's nothing wrong with being a cook," and then I felt bad for saying that. I was packing very slowly and wondering how I would be ready to leave in a few hours. I don't think I actually ever made it there.

what's up with all these army dreams? I think it's from reading Unbroken..

NON LUCID - SEMI-LUCID
*Me and other people were being chased by terrorist. My first thought was to fly away. Then I gained a littled awareness thinking this is a dream and I can fly.

A mage and his journey

I recall being a mage, preparing for a long journey.

Nyarlathotep at the top of the world

There was a palace made of marble and granite rocks, ornamented with gold, silver and emeralds. It stood on top of the tallest mountain of the world. I was standing on a balcony, and watching a man going closer to the edge of another balcony. He jumped out, and disappeared leaving only the cloak he wore. After a while I saw it again, but this time, the man was thrown out of balcony, and his soul devoured by The Crawling Chaos Nyarlathotep.

Shadowlurker under the stairwell

I was outside with my younger sister. While entering the home, Shadowlurker appeared under our stairwell. He screamed really loud. I wasn't afraid, rather annoyed. I found a grenade in my pocket, and threw it at him. He stopped moving for a while, and started screaming again. I threw another grenade, to no avail. He was still screaming and trying to scare us. I was mad, took out dynamite stick out of my pocket, and put it in his mouth. He looked like a little baby, albeit horrible looking and paranormal. He didn't knew that I ignited the dynamite fuse. Explosion was enough to kill that bastard. With my sister, we decided to climb up a pole standing near our house, to avoid more of suprises like that.

I was sitting on the bleachers of an indoor volleyball court, watching an old girlfriend serve the ball over and over. I was trying to sit next to an asian guy, but not too close. I ended up sliding magically towards him and I would edge away over and over again. There was some awful woman that was thoroughly scolding her child for no good reason and I asked if I could talk with her outside. She followed me out of the room and I basically told her that she wasn't a very nice lady and that she didn't deserve to have children. Everybody in the room came out to watch this and she just stood there. It wasn't very nice of me but she was soooooooo mean.

I ran up two flights of stairs to get away from the scene. I noticed that I was in this enormous underground school. I became lucid when I realized that I was moving in slow motion and jumping maybe 10 feet in the air.

I took off flying when I got outside. I got high above the school and it looked like my old elementary school. I started to wake up. I woke up into another dream, but I was still fully lucid and aware that I was in a dream. It was almost like a dream intermission or commercial. I was a woman and I was talking to this guy. I told him something that made him really bored so that he would want me to go back to sleep so that I could go back into the dream from before.

Back at the elementary school again, I was flying high into the sky, into these dark clouds. I was doing crazy tricks like flips in the air and dives down to the ground. I let the lightning shock me several times just for fun by flying up into the dark clouds. I felt like I was showing off but I don't know who it was for, it was certainly fun though. I woke up into another dream, once again, but I was still fully lucid and aware that I was in a dream.

This time I was a guy in his 40's and I had woken up and I was cranky and I wanted to fall back asleep so that I could go back to the other dream. These intermission dreams were unusual because I felt like I had control if I wanted but they also seemed like they had a life of their own and I was watching them while fully knowing that they were just dreams. I would try to softly guide them back to the people falling asleep so that I could get back to the dream that I wanted to be in.

Back in the dream, I thought about what I wanted to do. I had the sudden realization that what I was seeing was entirely in my mind. I moved my hands across the front of my vision and the world vanished in the wake of my fingers, leaving behind a trail of blue ripples. I tried to erase the school with my hands and I almost succeeded in it before the image snapped back into place. I wanted to experiment more with this but I woke up into another dream.

I was in person with Dreamer and we were talking about her nana. I said something about her eating a lamb shank, which makes absolutely no sense, then the dream ended and I was back in the clouds, flying still.

I remembered the bonus task of the month and decided that I could find Santa's sleigh at the north pole pretty easily, so I flew at super speed until I was convinced that I was right above it. I dove down into the clouds and saw that there were stars below the clouds. I looked around me and there were stars in all directions, I was in outer space. I started flying at ridiculous speed but I felt like I wasn't moving anywhere because everything was so far away. I thought that maybe I could let myself fall backwards, down to earth. So I started to fall and I could feel myself accelerating, but I still felt as though I wasn't moving anywhere. I felt as though I was falling at the same speed as the entire universe, so there was no relativistic change in my position. I had the split second thought that maybe I was falling into a black hole and I noticed a twinge of discomfort. I decided to teleport away.

I ended up waking up just a little bit at this point and I could feel my body lying in bed. I reminded myself that my body was relaxed and that I didn't need to move and that the next dream would start soon.

The dream started in my room. I got out of bed and I could hear Free Fallin by Tom Petty playing in the background. I thought about moving through the wall to get outside, but decided to just use the front door. I floated up on the roof, looking for Santa's sleigh. I only found a little toy santa with a toy sleigh. I reached my index finger into his bag of gifts and found a tiny present. I opened it up and there were two miniature plastic cherries inside. I was QUITE unsatisfied. I saw another toy santa and looked in his bag as well, there was a present with a styrofoam cube inside of it. I started to wake up again. DEILD'd again

I started back in the same place. I looked over at another roof and saw a bright, golden, shining light and tons of giant presents that were wrapped in various brilliant colors. I knew that santa would be there and so I floated on over and sure enough, he was. His sleigh was there as well and he was having a conversation with a reindeer. I looked inside his bag of gifts and found a single present inside. I quickly tore off the wrapping paper and opened it up. There was a neon green tie inside.


I was so disappointed. I don't mean to be ungrateful santa, but, what a shitty gift! I decided to open another present and I found an even longer version of the same tie that was probably at least 10 feet long. I opened another present and found a blue silk shirt inside. I really don't like clothes as gifts. I opened another present and it had ribbons inside, for putting on top of more presents. Determined to find a good gift, I opened one last present and there was another box inside of it. I opened that box and there were a bunch of ribbons in that box. Damnit. Santa was clearly fucking with me. I had looked at him with a Stare of Death but then I woke up before I could give him a piece of my mind.

Did a natural WBTB at about 5:40, I stayed up for only 10 minutes this time but it was pretty light outside so I had some trouble going back to sleep again. I originally had some notes on my dream app that I was going to reference but that was erased unfortunatly so I'll have to type this from memory which will make the fragments even shorter.

Non-Lucid
Questioning
Lucid

Fragment 1
I was in a beautiful steampunk inspired city that was floating on an island in the clouds. I was with another boy and we were traversing the city trying to help someone while trying to avoid the police. We were being questioned by an officer and decided to take him to the museum so he would get bored and leave us alone.

Fragment 2
I was with a group of survivors in an abandoned house surrounded by lava which had covered the entire Earth. I was sent on a scavenging mission and remember running away from something before the dream faded.

Frgment 3
I was in a doctors/scientists office and he had a huge magnifying glass pointed at me. I got up from my chair and looked at a hologram of the Earth which appeared to be made out of lego, I glanced behind me and the magnifying glass was lego. I took a couple pieces from the glass and the doctor/scientist told me to put them back.

Not very long but that's to be expected when I'm doing it from memory a couple of hours later. Gonna keep doing WBTB and try going to bed earlier so I can wake up naturally when it's still dark.
- Have another Lucid Dream
- Bend all 4 elements
- Tell a DC I'm dreaming and see their reaction
- Fly
- Find my Dream Guide or have them find me

Halfway through (4 hours into) a really early to-bed night (7:30pm!)

+ talking to a girl/bunch of girls on Ol near FL, one is named "Yuna". One is alone at first and I try to get her to follow me, but she's hesitant. She waits for the group to join her and then I approach and ask them their names, and start to get closer to them and the dream fades.

+ walking through the village with naked / bathing girls, threatening atmosphere, stuck in entrance area; super windy weather, strange pyramid sailboat; Breaking bad's Walt is in chains and body-invades another prisoner and watches the face change

+ super high security home, toothpick security cameras bristle from the ceilings and are even on the mirrors in the bathroom, the security guards scan for unfamiliar faces

I'm standing at a bathroom sink it's fairly dark, inspecting the mirror, the mirror has strange features and I'm trying to figure them out: it's a multi-section mirror and I do not recall seeing any reflection. There are tiny bead-sized "mirrors" I think, capturing the image and reflecting it in zig-zag diagonal order back and forth up the face of the mirror and finally into a small video camera at the upper-right corner of the mirror, this goes to the security system.

In a open dining room/kitchen area with a large island, some women are there, I notice poking down out of the ceiling everywhere a forrest of little spines, toothpick-thin with tiny video camera beads on the end of them. They send images of faces to the security guards for constant review. I wonder if they'll come for me since even though I'm here with people who are obviously not scared of me, I'm not registered in the system, the woman says she will call and notify them that I'm OK.

+ in upper level of two-level gym, checking out hot girls below, I say "If you stand in front of the guys with muscles, it seems like the girls down below are looking up and smiling at you"; fight at the gym between two black guys with briefcases, one messed up "all the orders" of the other one

I'm doing bicep curls in a gym with a barbell. It's an upstairs area with a big glass wall (dream sign) overlooking a large lower gym area. My area is multi-level like large steps with a bunch of people around me and above/behind me also working out. I'm appreciating 3 super hot girls (exaggerated body part sizes?) in the front/right area of the gym floor below. I come out of this room to a side area and I'm exclaiming with happiness/smiling that I've figured something out: "If you stand in front of the guys with muscles, when the hot girls smile at them you think they're smiling at you!", I have a thought that this is sort of pathetic.

+ with college friends, DD is young and pregnant and showing nice cleavage, she greets me warmly then I notice her fairly exposed bust and exclaim, "Hell Yeah!"

+ at the busy train tracks intersection, cut leg on ragged edge of screen mat, guy wants to share mat, weird lizard twiggy chest muscle-man in the garden, another guy shows me the way out, the path is ankle deep in sliced tomatoes.

A group of us are approaching the major intersection, it is a crossing where a train/vehicle tube approaches from the left and continues on the right, but at the crossing the tube is cut away so the cross street can go across. I run up to the intersection with a folded up section of screen-door screening and I cut the left side of my lower left leg on the exposed jagged edge, I look down and I see a 1.5 inch cut in the pre-bleeding stage, just a few spots of red. Waiting for the cross traffic (fast cars/vehicles) to clear away they're moving from left to right, I think this is a dangerous intersection, don't want to get too close to the traffic. After the vehicles pass I see a group of people running after the cars. We "go" and turn right and start running with the flow. We're carrying these mats (mine made of screen material) so that we can "run on them" and it will allow us to go faster. A guy approaches from my right and asks me if I can use my "???" (screen), I say no I have none to spare. We're running to the left side I'm trying to choose the right path. My wife is behind me and tosses an empty sack to the guy and says here to use it as his "running mat".

I enter a little garden area with a muscle-y guy who takes off his shirt, I expect to see standard muscles but his chest is bizarre: instead of regular pectorals, his upper chest is covered with raised, lizard like "chicklet" small square bumps about 1/4 to 1/2 an inch on the side, slightly orange-ish colored. His main "pecs" are made up of a tangle of short twigs raised up over his skin, it's really weird. Another guy offers me a way out of this garden, a short curving-to-the-left little path to the right up out of the area, I walk in it and it is ankle-deep in sliced tomatoes.

edit: 2-3 hour "WBTB" then back to sleep (2am), up 10am

tons of dreams, lots of wakings, lots of "The Phase" attempts, probably only half of dream scenes remembered, very vivd/"present" but no lucidity

Probably at least 6 or more The Phase separation attempts during late morning on and off dozing (usually my best time for lucids), mostly the rotating visualization, once I got a bit of a strange feeling and a bright flash of HI but it subsided quickly. Each time returned to a dream, non-lucidly.

+ checking wife into hospital ("short term/long term?/allergy?"), expensive ($3600 total, $2511 after insurance). The clerk is a young Asian man seated on the other side of a counter. I'm here to check in my wife. He asks "long term or short term?" I know it's not long term but I want the possibility of overnight if needed, so he says "allergy (check)". Several more questions/answers, and he pronounces the bill is around $3600 total and $2511 out of pocked for me. I think that insurance (Obamacare?) is barely helping at all and we may forego treatment entirely with that bill.

+ fixing something in a tangle of 2 women, "give me the screwdriver"; medical exam of young woman who's bleeding slightly from every toenail (& tooth?), touch her (ahem).

There is a woman doctor checking out the young woman who says "it hurts," and the young woman's mother, I'm lying with the young woman on a bed under the sheets while she's being examined. At one point the doctor/mother leave and I ask the YW where it hurts, and she takes my hand and places it firmly on her genital area. It feels unrealistic, like a thin layer of skin over a hard artificial surface underneath.

Spoiler for explicit:

I run my fingers up and down and work them inside the top layer, and feel the warmth and moisture

. The doctor/mother come back and I quickly move to pull up the panties of the YW, and make a gesture like i'm pulling mine up as well, and I think this arm-gesture is well-understood and they'll know that I'm pulling up my underwear under the sheets. They inspect the girl some more and this is where I see the spots of dried blood on top of every toenail, and I feel relief that attention is diverted away from what we were just doing.

+ find my kids socks lying in the gutter in the parking lot of a stripmall, enter sports store to buy underwear, $68 / pair, jersey/jockey confusion

Driving in a car turning from an intersecting cross street to the right on to a long large street of endless strip malls like El Camino Blvd. in silicon valley. I stop and get out and cross the sidewalk into the parking lot. I look down and see a few pairs of socks in the gutter/edge/curbe of the parking lot, I look at these for a while and am trying to figure out if these were my kids' socks that I'd been looking for for a while. One pair is medium-dark army green.

I enter the sports store and I want to buy a pair of underwear. There are bins and shelves all around. Sales guy comes up and I tell him I want to buy a pair of jockey briefs, "short" and he leads me to a display. The material is dark (black) with lots of dark but colorful vertical stripes (green, gold, etc.). I can't tell the shape of the thing. The guy indicates it's $68/pair, I'm astonished at the price. I say I wanted jockeys, not a jersey, maybe he's showing me a sports shirt for the gym.

+ drive down hill steering locks up park without collision, talk to guys who's plants I slightly ran over, where's the hospital/DMV, buildings in distance, narrow vegetable store shortcut, buy something to be polite, $36 eggplant, wallet

I'm driving down a hill daytime in our old white minivan. The steering wheel stops responding, it's locked up like when parking, I think this is because I've committed some driving infraction and the police have locked my steering wheel. I'm amazed I haven't crashed yet. There is a tiny bit of play in the wheel and I keep driving maneuvering around a bit, but don't have enough control. I pull over to the left curb and apply the brakes card and come to a stop just barely before hitting a parked (motorcycle?) where a guy is about to get on and start. I get out and he comes to me saying how I almost hit him and I'm repeatedly telling him that my steering wheel locked up and I had no choice/ no control. I'm standing on the sidewalk looking at my van, the rear left wheel is up on the curb and near some plants with colorful (purple?) knarled roots. The owner of this plant (another guy) is standing besides me and talking about how I slightly ran over his "?????" plant, and I say believe me, the last place I want to be is on your "????" plant.

I ask the way to the DMV/hospital(?), I say (sort of [false memory] remember) "is it there beyond the freeway" which I see in the distance. No, they say it's that building there, I see two building much closer, large, cube-shaped, multistory & tall (10-12), light tan/peach colored, with castle-like ornamentation on the upper floors.

I'm walking towards them to pay my fine and unlock the steering wheel of my mini-van.
Enter a small market, I need to get to the other side, a friendly vegetable stand vendor (Asian woman) beckons me to walk through her stall, it's long and very narrow. I see vegetables on shelves all around me, there's a long basket of (olives?) in my way, she raises it up so I can get by and I'm concerned that they will fall out. The way is long and narrow, I'm thinking as I approach the end and the sidewalk on the other side that I should buy something in appreciation. I turn around and stand at the counter, I'm asking about bunches of purple peppers, I ask "are these hot peppers?" (I like hot peppers). They turn into small eggplants as I'm watching. She gives me a price (tag?) of $36. I'm astounded, $36 for 2 small eggplants?! No way. I say maybe $9 or $10 if in a really fancy store, but I think more like $5 is appropriate.

December 21, 2014

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I didn't sleep well lat night at all. I caught something from my 1st graders, and was awake with a high fever most of the night. When I did sleep, I felt feverish even in my dreams...



I was in a class taught by one of my old German professors. But he had forgotten my name. He saw my name on the roster and he was asking about how it was pronounced and I said something like "COME ON. IT'S GERMAN. YOU KNOW HOW TO PRONOUNCE THIS." He finally remembered my name, and then got all weird and touchy-feely. I was feeling feverish and got up to get a drink of water from a water fountain around a large pillar to the front right of class. We were in this big open area, not a classroom.

I got out of that class to meet a guy friend in the woods, outside the building he had his classes in. It reminded me a little of the nature center in my hometown. I had a crush on this guy or something. But he was either uninterested or oblivious to my feelings, so I gave up and called my brother, who was going to drive me to the cabin up north my family has gone to every year for Mother's Day since I was teeny tiny.

We pulled up to the cabin, and it was as if the cabin itself was in the landscape of a different family house that's actually even further north and on the lake. We were on the roads, which was above the cabin, which was in this big bowl-like ditch in the woods. We had to get to the service road, which linked to the back in the cabin, and then also looped around in a weird way that reminded me of the paths at the nature center, again.

We parked and were about to get into the cabin, when I had this really weird sense of déjà vu inside the dream itself, though I didn't know why. There was something about heating or a refrigerator, but I woke up very shortly after that.



It was only after I woke up that I realized I had had pretty much the exact same dream before, long ago (excluding the part about classes). It was pretty much the exact same as a dream I'd had when I was a kid. Or at least it felt like I had had the same dream before.