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September 8, 2016: I am unloading pre-cut as well as uncut stone pavers from the side door of a huge delivery truck. I repeatedly and tediously carry them down a lane bordered on my left by a brick retaining wall which stands about nipple high. After walking about 60 - 75 feet, I rest the arm-load of pavers on the wall before trying (with great effort) to reach down over the wall to hand them off to a young black man who is standing in a ditch on the other side of the wall. He needs to stretch up as hard as he can to take the "hand-off" of the paving stones. I repeat this action about three or four times, walking back and forth to the truck each time for a new load when it dawns on me to float-fly in each direction to speed things up. I come to this "labor and time saving decision" right after handing off the forth load, so my hands/arms are empty. As I float-fly back to the truck it hits me. FUCK ME!!! I'm flying! I must be dreaming! WOW, two nights in a row!!!

I immediately abandon the notion of flying back to the truck and fly instead on the far side of the retaining wall and follow the ditch to see where all the stone is being put - principally out of curiosity and because I have no other plan for this lucid dream - having been caught by surprise. I come upon a house that looks like a cross between the White House and your average colonial home. Very upscale and nice. I enter (in the normal way) through the front door and wander around. Most rooms are entirely empty of furniture and initially encounter no dream characters whatsoever. In fact, the house gives the impression that it is an unoccupied new construction. I'm just about ready to leave to find something fun or interesting to do and discover I'm a bit confused as to how to find the door out (or any door for that matter) when I enter a room with two college age women sitting cross legged on a wooden floor - no rug or chair.

I say hello and they actually introduce themselves to me by name! They are pretty and smart, and my first thought is that they could be sorority sister pledges and maybe this home is going to be a sorority house - or perhaps I'm on a college campus. Both girls are fully and fashionably clothed, and far too smart and aloof to try and coax to do anything sexual...besides, one I could handle, but two?? Wouldn't know where to start, and they just aren't "that kind" of girl. So, I ask them to please indicate a way out or to please escort me out of the house. Neither gets up, but they each start to talk over the other giving me directions. I thank them, but the conflicting and confusing instructions fail to get me to an exterior door. I start to feel trapped and frustrated - and I wake.

LUCID DREAM #21

September 7, 2016: I am test flying (indoors) a small (~30cm) yellow and black radio-controlled model jet. After tossing it into the air and flying it in the tight constraints of the room, it goes to ground gently out of sight between a couch and the adjacent wall. It was difficult to see behind the couch to perform the retrieval, so I float-fly above the couch to see where it has landed. WAIT!? I'm FLYING! I'm dreaming! WooHoo!

Never once gave a thought to any of the TOTM's. I immediately start flying around the room which looks like a cross between our current living room and basement. As I fly I’m looking for an exit to the house. I fly down a short hall to the foyer of our front door and find a screen door that leads to the outside, which is day-lit and looks like a pleasant fall day. I try to pass directly through the screen. I "KNOW" I can - this is just a dream screen...but NOPE…I bang into it as if it were real. The sensation of my shoulder hitting the screen (with more than a little conviction and therefore “force”) is utterly real. Having failed to phase through the screen I open the door latch with ease, not willing to waste lucid time or effort on such a mundane and possibly fruitless task as phasing through a screen door.

Outside, I spot A. (perfectly rendered as she exists today) and (later) her best friend A. S. - less accurately depicted but still recognizable. Our daughter A. is standing on the walk leading to the front door of our current home.

I fly above our A. at about 50 feet altitude and look down at her, optimally positioning myself in front of her at about a forty-five degree angle. I call and wave frantically to her multiple times to see if she can hear or see me. At first, she couldn't, but I persisted. Eventually I gradually became apparent to her, but she expresses little in the way of shock or surprise. I tell her "Look at me! I'm dreaming and I can do ANYTHING I want!” Evidently she was not impressed.

I think she was on the walk waiting for her friend (also named A.) who soon joins her while all this is going on. I though seriously about flying up to her friend A. and attempting to get in some sexy time, but what with her being my daughter's friend and with my daughter right there on-scene, it for sure was NOT going to happen and my heart wasn’t really into it, anyway. Thwarted by the circumstances (and with other people waking up and making noise) I awoke. Wake time: 5:35am.

August 6, 2016: I am one of many people in a large open field. Scott and many of his friends such as Costa, Brandan, Kelly are there. I recognize them from his wedding and invitations to their homes to celebrate various events in their lives such as baby showers and house warming parties, but I don't know/remember many of their names, even in real life. In front of me is a sandy patch of soil. For some inexplicable reason I decide to jump onto that particular patch of soil. I am launched softly into the air and immediately go lucid.

The view from above the crowd is SUCH a unique perspective and highly detailed. I think to myself it's remarkable how few people even notice me in the air because of the infrequency with which people tend to look up. Yet here I am marveling at the idea that I can look down upon them and see them all and every detail of their heads, hair, hats and clothing. I circle the field and the crowd below several times inspecting the grounds, their clothes and taking in other details of the meadow scene from a stable altitude of about 100 feet. I spot Scott and his friends (all guys) towards the periphery of the crowd and gracefully descend, making a rather skilled landing. For some reason I rarely have trouble flying or landing. I am completely aware that this is a dream. I pick out one of his friends (Costa) and start patting him playfully about the waist, practically dancing with joy at being lucid in their company. I ask Costa “what does it feel like to be a dream character?” He responds cryptically by saying “how does a piece of meat feel about being a piece of meat?”

I start explaining to the group that this is a dream and I am dreaming. I tell them I don't want to think about it too hard because I'm afraid I'm going to wake up - but I'm asleep in my bed or taking a nap somewhere in my house and I can do anything I want without consequence..so let's find me a girl. This declaration is met with a substantial amount of hilarity from this younger group of men, and we collectively break into a trot and begin to gradually spread out in an effort to reach the objective of finding me a woman with whom to have sex.

I myself, in my search, enter someone's (strange to me) home cautiously through a screen door. I enter in the "conventional way" not by phasing, which didn't even occur to me to try. Inside I encounter my wife's entire family - sister-in-law, brother-in-law, late father-in-law and mother-in-law. Although I don't see them, I suspect my two nephews are somewhere in the house as well. I realize straight away that's the last place I want to meet a woman and have sex is in the home occupied by my wife's entire family!!! On the way out, I noticed that the sliding latch to secure the screen door has been installed on the same side as the hinges. I laugh to myself that their "Dream House" isn't so perfect after all.

Shortly after stepping back outside I realize that I am mostly alone. The crowd in the field is gone and Scott and his friends have dispersed. There is little to focus on and I wake. The time is 5:53am, a mere seven minutes before my alarm was set to go off. Whew!

June 14, 2016: #3 of 3: With no prior recollection as to how or why, I find myself falling through the sky like a parachute jumper above a dense forest over a sprawling, stone medieval castle. I appear to be approximately 3,000 feet in the air falling at terminal velocity. The panoramic view of the forest and the castle (at about my 2:00) is very realistic. The shock and surprise of falling causes me to become immediately lucid. I am falling, not flying. I have no more control over my flight path than a parachute jumper would ordinarily have. I suspect this dream content was prompted by the Game of Thrones episode I watched with my wife L. prior to going to bed.

The sensation of weightless falling is very striking and enjoyable. For an inexplicable reason I am not concerned about hitting the ground. Perhaps I am wearing a parachute. Instead of feeling a rushing wind, my entire body has the sensation of a very powerful, extremely pleasant tingling. I observe the tree tops rushing up to meet me at a furious pace, but I am 100% aware this is a dream. In order to prolong the sensation of falling and the tingling associated with this, I somehow manage to “roll back” the dream to a higher altitude so that I can fall again. This succeeds even though I don’t know how I did it. I have no recollection of hitting or touching the ground. As with all my non-lucid falling dreams I wake before I hit the ground.

Gee...not bad. June 10th (#13) and now again on June 18! In the pre-lucid part of the dream, I walked up the broad driveway (2 1/2 cars wide) of our our first house after marriage. There was a coffee cup (same as we had then and still use today) on the concrete right at the threshold of the driveway and the garage proper. I walked past it to the rear of the garage to the entrance door of our den and living room. I entered, and looked around. There was no furniture, as if we had just moved out that very day. I then realized "Wait a minute...I don't live here! This is our OLD house! I must be dreaming!" The scene immediately seemed to increase in detail 10 fold, or else it was just because I now knew I was dreaming that I started paying attention.

The first thing I did was MY style "reality check." I made a small jump into the air - sure enough - I floated right up and slooooowly descended. I love the special physics of lucid dreams! Anyway, I looked around, marveling at all the detail, took in the lawn of my across the street neighbor, what little blue sky and sunlight that I could see from the garage. It was obviously summer.

Then I spied a woman in the across-the-street garage. She was dressed in a deep blue summer smock with pink and white accents. She saw me and walked down her driveway, crossed the street and entered my garage. She was wearing large-ish medium dark sunglasses made of plastic (my wife has a pair very much like them) which prevented me from seeing her eyes. She looked to be about 40 years old. Decent body. I float-flew past her and exhaled more or less right in her face to see if she knew I was there, or if I was invisible. She knew I was there. I tried to "will her" to expose her breasts, but she was resistant to my efforts. It seems I might have pissed her off a bit when I breathed in her face, so now she was uncooperative. I struggled to exert my will over her to get her to expose her tits, and in so doing, ended up waking up.

Damn! Oh well... maybe next time.

LUCID DREAM # 10- THIRD WILD SUCCESS

January 18, 2015: Background: Megavitamin BID, 5-HTP 100mg h.s., 8mg Galantamine + 500mg Choline @ 4:00am: I go immediately back to bed after taking G and Ch. As usual, I have trouble falling asleep immediately. Had two short dream scenes in which I was 100% lucid, but could not get to “form” properly and lost after only a few moments. In the first, an attractive long, dark haired woman was slinging her pocketbook over her left shoulder - the arm furthest from me. The scene around her is vague and poorly detailed. I “yell" with my inner voice, “focus" but the scene fades instead and I “wake” a bit, recollecting that I’d taken supplements and was trying to induce an LD. After a short interval of steady breathing and relaxation with nothing more than black blankness, a scene develops in which I am making a purchase of some kind and go to the check-out counter. The “counter” greatly resembles a cheap faux-leather weight lifting bench more than a check-out counter. The woman behind the counter is the Russian woman from the movie Dodgeball with her hair up in buns and buck teeth. As this is happening, I “wake" as I hear Lynne come into the master bedroom accompanied by the sound of the door bottom scraping over the deep pile carpet as she opens, enters, and then closes the bedroom door. I hear her open the bathroom door and make her usual morning sounds for a while. I am aware that I am in my bed trying to LD, so I keep my eyes closed and remain still. This, it turns out is a FALSE AWAKENING. Lynne NEVER came into the bedroom. It was a dream all along. THIS segues into a full blown LD that lasts approximately 20 minutes.

January 18, 2015: Lucid dream: I find myself in an industrial size kitchen with Jenny G******t and Lynne. Jenny looks to be about 30 or so, Lynne looks her current age. I am 100% aware from the outset that this is a dream based upon the completely foreign setting, and because Jenny is there and way too young. I look around the huge kitchen. Lots of stainless steel appliances, pots, pans, utensils and counter tops. The walls themselves appear to be rough concrete - meant to be functional for the purpose of preparing meals for several hundred people the expense of any attractiveness. I walk up to Jenny intent on proving this is a dream. “What was the name of your first husband, I ask.” "Bob," she replies. I think to myself “Shit, she got that right.” I go up to Lynne. “What is your birthday?” She gives me a nonsensical answer and I think “WoooHoo, I’m dreaming!”

I leave the kitchen via an arched passageway that is reasonably well lit, but seems like a catacomb with built in recesses and shelves. Everyone I see is OLD, with grey hair. Not one person looks less than 80. I begin to fear I too am old, and have been committed to this horrid nursing home type place along with other aged and infirmed people in an institution whose kitchen I have just left.

As I walk the hall I come upon a man lying flat in a hospital bed against the right-hand wall. His head is away from me as I approach. The bed rails are down. He is covered by sheets but for some reason I think he has had an amputation of his right leg. I go up to him. He is reading a book in bed. I ask to see it and he hands it to me. There is a picture on the cover of a woman in a modern gymnasium setting lying flat on one of the workout machines. The picture is too small to make out much more than the fact that she is naked. The book appears to be her self-published book on bodybuilding while naked. The man throws back the sheets and I am relieved to see he has two good legs. He gets out of bed and walks from the direction I have just come, so I drop the book on his now empty bed and continue on my way.

I come upon a window on the left side of the catacomb wall which is an arched bricked affair with no glass - like you might see in a medieval castle. Inside the hall the only perceptible color is an institutional flat off-white. Outside, somewhat below me, are dozens of peaked houses with brightly colored wooden trim, shining in the bright daylight. From the window I can make out green, red, yellow and blue painted wood-trimmed Alpine--like houses built into numerous hill sides! I immediately want to escape to the outside, but fear that as a resident of this place, an alarm will sound the moment I try to escape. While looking down out of the window, I see there is an alley immediately below me where a bunch of men (employees of the facility in which I am trapped) are smoking cigarettes. I leave the window and walk on. Very shortly I come upon a short passageway also off to my left which has a very substantial door at its end. I immediately realize I have no chance whatsoever of getting out that way, but I go to try the door handle anyway. Just as I reach for the handle, the door is opened from the outside by one of the men from the alley! I am startled when he holds the door open for me and allows me to exit. My immediate concern is that I will quickly be pursued like an escaped prisoner, but no alarm is raised...so out I go!

As I walk past the remainder of the men in the alley, I ask “Where are we?” I am told “London!” Out the alley I turn left onto a much broader street. I can see it remains fairly level as far as I can see, but all the streets off of it to the right appear “down hill” and those on the left are up a bit. Because I’m concerned about being old (after all, I was in a nursing home) I chose to stay on the level road, worried that if I go downhill on one of the side streets I won’t be able to walk back up, and if I go uphill it will tax my abilities. At the first intersection I approach, a Bobby in full uniform complete with hat, whistle and gold buttons is seen standing in the middle of the road. He immediately waves me safely across to the right side of the street, and I walk down the right hand sidewalk past pubs, storefronts, and walls with air conditioners sticking out through them. The Bobby is the last dream character I see. The street has no other people or cars on it. On my left (across the street) a large blue-water harbor glistens in the sun. No boats are upon the water. However, there are light poles and benches for sitting at intervals. I walk down my side of the street marveling at all the detail. I actually laugh out loud in my dream when I remind myself that incredibly, this is a dream! I know exactly who I am, and that I’m really in my bed sleeping and dreaming and that I got “here” by taking supplements! Even more amazing, while walking down the street ruminating over where my real life self was, I remembered that in real life I had finished upgrading some parts on one of my model helicopters and if I was going to test fly it, I needed to get up early before it started to rain! After a few more moments of wandering, I decided I needed to wake up and do that. Since the dream was kind of boring with no dream characters in sight, I told myself to wake up, and I woke up! Wake time = 7:00am.

LUCID DREAM # 9 - SECOND WILD SUCCESS

December 25, 2014: Megavitamin, 5-HTP, 8mg Galantamine + 500mg Choline: WILD #2: I am at a desk in an office or a classroom type setting. There is a dream character, an overweight, middle-aged caucasian man in a dark sweater sitting in a chair at the left corner of my desk facing to my right as I face him from my chair behind the desk. He seems not particularly intelligent and is essentially non-responsive when I try and engage him in conversation. He ignores me even when I throw a pencil at him and hit him in the chest. I direct my attention further into the room. There is a woman who looks like a teacher. She is standing to the left of a large, square “blackboard” which is really an LCD television. She holds a wood pointer in her right hand, but the screen, although illuminated, is blank. I wake. One of my shortest and least eventful LD's ever.

December 25, 2014: Non-Lucid: I am in the operating room with L. C. I am on the assistant’s side of the table. The disinterested surgeon is sitting in a chair in the room as we obtain hemostasis in anticipation of closing the mammoth chest (the size of an oil tank!) of the patient. There are lap pads stuffed everywhere inside the patient, maybe 20 - 30 or more. There are numerous arterial and venous bleeders on the chest wall, and the surgeon does not want us to use Weck clips on them. Despite this, upon discussion with L., I start applying Weck clips to some medium and large venous bleeders and one weak arterial bleeder by picking them up with a forceps. One of the exposed veins I pick up is very long, about 3 cm, white and sclerotic in appearance. I advise the circulating nurse that there are a shit-ton of laps in the patient, so she had better start counting early. I wake.

WBTB at 2:15am: I am on the ground floor of what appears to be an office building milling about with many other people. There is quite a crowd, and it is hard for me to make my way to where I want to go, which is to to a room with a microwave to heat my container of soup. I actually had to wait for a phalanx of military style men to march past, three abreast. There was about 60 or so of them.

I take my soup outside to get away from the crowd, find a concrete path and follow it away leaving all the people behind. I quickly find myself in a barren desert-like scene with only sun, sand, and rocks. I am alone, a long way from anyone, when I begin to be overtaken from behind by four men in their middle 20‘s. They are not outright hostile, but neither are they particularly friendly. I am concerned mostly because I am outnumbered. They slowly overtake me (walking) and pass around me as a group, at which time I say to a couple of them “How are you doing?” but they keep walking with little response (that I can remember).

Up ahead I approach a scene in which two men (not the ones who walked past me) are sexually assaulting a third man. One is laying on top of the man kissing him. The man being kissed does not seem all that interested in being kissed. The second man in the assault is not really doing anything, but standing by at their feet. I grow immediately uncomfortable and fearful and turn to make an expedited exit from the scene. As I flee, I flap my arms and become airborne. I immediately realize I am dreaming. This is a DREAM!!!

I continue to fly away gaining altitude, and now I can appreciate the scene and sky, which is a beautiful slate gray and pink towards the horizon off to my right. I remember the man being assaulted, and now with the encouragement that this is a dream, turn in flight, find the path from above, and follow it back. I “zoom in” more like a scene out of a film than fly. I do not find any of the three men, but do arrive at a sandstone/red rock butte which looks EXACTLY like Merrick’s Butte in Navajo County Arizona which has square “windows” carved into it indicating it has been carved out inside to some extent and is being used as someone’s abode. Somehow I know it belongs to the man who was being assaulted, and I float up to the partially board-covered entrance.

I knock on the door and a female child’s voice asks “Who’s there?” I make a silly knock-knock joke (can no longer remember what I said in response, but it was nonsensical and silly) and the man/father lifts the board and lets me inside their house/fortress since I am viewed as a friend and the girl is utterly intrigued by my ability to float/fly. I ask the man if the men who were attacking him can get up this high and he says, no, not yet, but they have tried. I wake. Time = 3:56am.

May 12, 2014: Dream # 2 of three: I enter our old house in E*** N******* through the garage. The house has no furnishings, but there are packed boxes scattered around, as if we were just preparing to move. I walk through the rooms, which are not arranged in relation to one another as they are in real life. As I make my way back towards the garage door exit on the reciprocal course, I encounter (the about to be married) B****** F***** as an 8 - 9 year old child. He has a white sheet over his head, and he is trying to look like a ghost. I remove the sheet, see who it is, and guide him towards the garage to exit the house along with me. I wake.

May 12, 2014: Dream #3 of three: After a brief period of wakefullness where I jot down notes on the above dream, I fall asleep again. I am back in same dream! I am once again entering the E*** N******** house through the garage entrance. The house once again appears to be vacant - or so I thought because there is no furniture. This time, as I walk towards the bedrooms and bathroom, I can clearly hear the sound of an electric razor being used behind the closed bathroom door. Somehow I know it is a girl in the bathroom, based upon the appearance of a “girls” bedroom and the unmade bed in one of the bedrooms. I suspect she is using the razor to trim/shave her legs.

Now that I am aware there is someone else in the house, I feel the need to find a place to hide, so I go further down the narrow hall past the bathroom to an unused, unoccupied bedroom (bed is made). I initially think of hiding behind the door, but then realize that if discovered my only way out would force me past the girl in the bathroom. I decide to leave the house entirely, so I walk stealthily past the bathroom on my way out. All is going well until I reach the living room area, just short of the den, and the way out through the garage. There is a long couch blocking my path!!

I discover I am holding a broom, which I think I had for a while, intent on sweeping the floors clean for the new owners of the house. At first I can’t figure a way past the couch and out of the house undetected. I decide to use the broom as if it were a pole vault. When I do, the bristles do not collapse under my weight, and I float in super-slow motion over the couch. I realize how odd this is, and it dawns on me I am dreaming! The scene goes black and I wake up.

April 27, 2014: FIRST LUCID DREAM: Last night after going to bed (in real life) we received a late night phone call. After getting back in bed and reciting my mantra “I will have a lucid dream tonight” I fell asleep for real.

In my dream I had yet to fall asleep after the phone call and was merely laying in bed thinking, when I grew concerned that my wife may have shut off the wall switch that controlled the power to my bedside lamp. Without getting out of bed, I tested this by pushing the switch on the lamp several times and indeed, it did not come on. This meant that if I needed the light to write in my dream journal later on, I’d have to get out of bed to turn the wall switch on, which I did not want to do as it would risk my recall. In my dream, I got out of bed and flipped the wall switch to “ON”. The bedside lamp did not come on...but this was possible because I wasn’t sure how many times I’d flipped the switch on the bedside lamp. All of this felt totally real. Hyper-real, in fact.

As I made my way by habit and feel from the wall switch near the bedroom door back to bed, I started to sense a growing anxiety or dread about being in our bedroom in the dark. I tried to turn the bedside lamp on, but it wouldn’t come on even though I had just assured myself it should come on because the wall switch power was definitely on. I appeared to be trapped in the dark, and in my dream I started to get anxious. I started to sense there was something wrong...something amiss...but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I desperately wanted the light to come on, but had exhausted all possible remedies and didn’t know what to do next.

As my anxiety grew over the perplexing malfunctioning of the light, I had the realization...I’m DREAMING!!! This is a DREAM! That’s why the light switches don’t work! And of course...the excitement of being aware of the fact that I was experiencing my first lucid dream caused me to awake. The hyper-real experience of the dream and the joy I felt at having succeeded in having my first LD (no matter how short!) made this a most auspicious occasion!