lucid

I moved halfway across the world just a few days ago, so my routine at the moment is very much non existent.


I don't remember a single thing about the setting of this dream. All I remember is that I felt the need to perform an rc. I decide to push my fingers through my palm. It works! I waste no time getting to work. I'm expecting to destabilise soon, so I immediately try to win the bet I have with werty52 of creating a waterball. I think I close my eyes while attempting this. I stretch out my arms, placing my hands close to each other in front of me. I put massive effort into it and I remember something happening, though I can't say for sure that I did it.


I don't think it's a very good sign that I was expecting to destabilise quickly (though that does happen nearly every time I'm lucid).

Bed: ~00.00
Wake up: 09.10
Now: 09.25

I don't remember what led up to this point, but I feel the need to perform an RC, because I believe I may be dreaming. I try to push my fingers through my palm and it works. I'm positive this is a dream now. It doesn't take long before I try to conjure up a waterball out of thin air, as part of a bet I have going with werty52. I know I didn't succeed, but I'm not sure if I managed to make something happen at all.



I'm in an ice cream shop. The prices are quite high: it was either €2,- or €5,- for a single scoop. What the hell. There's an older white lady who orders some stuff. There's also a kid who orders something. I think he may have been with me, but I'm not sure anymore.

Bed: ~23.30
Wake up: all the time, cause I'm taking care of my sick girlfriend
Now: 07.05

Dejavu
I'm in my old student home, on the top floor, together with my girlfriend. I'm just visiting I guess. For some reason I go downstairs. My old room is there, with two thrash bags in front of the door. Really? They [old housemates] put them there instead of just throwing them out. There are flies circling the bags. I go into the kitchen. There are several trash bags right in the middle. There are flies circling them and the number of flies increases quickly. I exit the kitchen and go back to the upper floor. I don't remember the transitions from second to first floor and back occurring (i.e. climbing the stairs).

I'm outside with my girlfriend. We're on our way to the city centre of my student city. She has something in mind and I have no clue what it is. We enter a weird looking subway station [that city doesn't have a subway]. We don't check in and I'm wondering if we should, to avoid a fine. There's someone up ahead checking if you checked in, but we take a left down a hallway. She's walking quite a bit in front of me, to my annoyance. I'm trying to ask her where we're going, but she's pretty much jut ignoring me. We're going up a set of stairs, I think with a purple railing. There are some people coming down as well. We're walking on the right side. I'm silently saying 'goddamnit' cause my girlfriend is way ahead and not letting me in on the plan. We arrive somewhere at a door. A white guy opens the door and tells us we need an invite [happened in the movie I was watching before going to bed]. I'm somehow allowed to enter. My girlfriend stays outside for a bit. The guy asks me a question (what I'm doing here I guess?) and I'm not sure. I decide to let my girlfriend in. When I open the door, immediately to the right there's a white couple making out. My girlfriend is the only other one standing there, not even a metre away from the couple. She comes inside. Apparently this is an apartment she came to check out. She'll be living with two white guys if she decides to take the room. The other guy is lying on the couch, talking in an eastern European sounding language on the phone. I look out of the window. I can see a lot of typical old Dutch buildings standing in a line. This place looks great and is in the city centre. I wish I had taken the effort to check around when I lived in this city. But then again, it would've been a waste of the fees I paid to change rooms. Suddenly my girlfriend is behind the other guy in terms of distance from me. I think she went into the room and I wonder how she did it so quickly. I see a door to my left. Then I realise that she is just also on the couch, or a similar object, but just further to the back. In the next moment, she is cuddling up with the guy. She's sitting on his lap. This is... weird. I had a dream just like this recently [no I didn't]. Dejavu moment. I realise this might be a dream and try to push my fingers through my palm. Success! Ok, take it easy. You should stabilise. I continue moving my fingers around in my hand a bit, while wondering what I should do with my lucidity. I consider tinkering with the gravity. Naaahh. My girlfriend comes standing next to me and starts trying to distract. I consider building a cell out of thin air to trap her in, so she won't distract me anymore.

Chicks with dicks
Had a weird dream where I was reading an article and there was a term in there I didn't know. I figured the term would be NSFW, so I went into private mode. I searched for it and I landed on a tube site. From the look of the previews, the term referred to women who have two penises. I scrolled through it a bit, in a sense of revulsion mixed with curiosity.

Bed: 23.30
Wake up: 08.20
Now: 08.20

Dealing
I'm at some guy's apartment. He's a drugsdealer and apparently a tad dangerous. My girlfriend is there as well. At some point he calls her a bitch. Not for having done anything wrong; that's just how he refers to all women it seems. I don't like the way he disrespects her. I take one of my soup bowls; white with grey and black flowery decal. I hit him over the head with it and he goes down. I keep smashing him, not sure what with at this point, but I make sure he's dead or else he'll kill me for this.

A bit later someone is at the door. A customer. I open up the door and I try to fake my way through it and start talking more roughly than I normally do. I throw in a 'motherfucker' every other sentence. I also start talking a lot of Surinam [a lot of Dutch slang comes from Surinam]. At some point the guy at the door starts talking about Sergio, an elementary school friend. I've seen him as an adult and he is quite a big guy. He's a few metres away and he's tiny and mentally disabled. I start asking the guy what happened to the motherfucker. He's got an "i know right" kinda attitude. It is something drugs related. I'm not sure what happened next, but shortly after there's another customer. I think at some point we're all in the house. Not sure what happened to the body though. I think I may have made up a horrible excuse. I remember that at the end of the dream the situation has evolved into a gun deal. Ok this is getting way out of hand.


I watched Drugs Inc. on NatGeo about an hour before I went to bed.

Fragments
» I don't remember my surroundings. All I remember is one of my teeth being wobbly. Eventually I break off a piece of it, cause it's annoying the hell out of me. I can already see (don't know how actually) that there's another tooth inside this tooth, like a Russian nesting doll. I consider just removing the whole tooth and be done with it. I'm slightly worried that it might not be a good idea.

» I've taken a train. I'm supposed to get to my mom's city, but I can't get there directly. Instead, I take a detour. I have 2 options and both of them will bring me 2 stops away from my mom's city. Somehow I feel like things are not going my way.

» I'm playing football at first. This changes into korfbal and later into basketball.

» I'm sitting at a round table with my friend's mom and 2 of my friends. We're eating (dinner?).

» I'm just about exiting a subway station. I'm going down an escalator and I see Milad going up the escalator to my left. I think we say hi. After that I'm distracted, I think by my phone. I've been walking for a bit, but not getting anywhere. This escalator is suddenly going up. Wasn't this one going down. Whatever. I hop down a few times and I'm down.

Physical
I'm at what's supposed to be my physical therapist, but the building is vastly different. There's multiple storeys. I go into the basement to go to the toilet, which is way bigger than in reality. There's a row of at least 6 urinals and then there are stalls as well. There's an older man in one of the stalls. I take a urinal somewhere on the left. There's a glass wall so you can see into the garden it seems. There's an oddly shaped pool there. Makes sense I guess. Some people have injuries that require swimming. For some reason I decide to finish up at another urinal all the way to the right. I then have the issue of not knowing which urinals to flush. I decide to just flush em all and then make a run for it, before the older man comes out and identifies me.

Still in the same building. There are signs to public transportation on every floor. So convenient that you can just take the public transport from inside this building. At some point my friend Wina goes down some stairs. A white dude about my age is following her, or perhaps she's already blacked out and he's helping her down the stairs. Either way I know exactly what's going on. I go down the stairs, damn near action hero style and beat the guy up for trying to rape my friend.

Somewhere in this dream my physical therapist tells me I still have an appointment for next week. This confuses me, as I thought this was supposed to be our last session. I already moved out. Now I have to come back specially for this?


Magic
This is a Harry Potter dream it seems. I am Harry, or I am myself and have taken over the importance of Harry. I'm in what seems like the University Library, somewhere near the top floor. I think Dumbledore is also there. He has given me command of a sort of army of students. They are all walking down the stairs. I'm having a bit of fun translocating even for the smallest distances. I'm not aware that I'm dreaming, but I'm aware that I can make anything happen that I want to happen cause I'm a wizard. I make a joke that I should go check out my army, as there are a lot of girls in it. At some point I allow myself to fall flat onto the floor, wanting to translocate at the last second. I fail to do so, but I do manage to float just above the floor so I don't hurt myself.

Something else pops into my mind. I'm not sure if it's a thought. It seems more like a commercial. It's about Harry Potter or some other wizard and going on vacation. It's about him not having to go to the airport early, nor having to stand in line, as he just translocates there. Man that's stupid. Just translocate to your final destination.

I'm outside. It's night out, nearly pitch dark with just about no lights. It looks as if I'm standing on a miniature island shaped exactly like Africa. There's a very dark skinned woman swimming west to east the whole time, despite there being land. She's doing so around the longitude of where Cameroon should be. I go to talk to her. She's swimming around a little buoy or something alike on both sides and then goes back. She's supposed to make this trip perhaps once every X minutes or hours, but she is doing it on an endless loop. Eventually she comes out of the water and walks somewhere. Woow. Quite a big woman. She has a bit of a weepy story. At some point I don't really feel like listening anymore and I somehow sort of delegate this task to the dude that's with me. While walking, I spot two girls in the distance. One is a black girl with glasses that I've met at a language cafe in reality. I can't see any defining traits of the other girl, but I assume that to be the friend who was with her. I look the other way. I'm not feeling conversations right now.

I get a message on my phone. It seems like whatsapp. I'm tasked with babysitting the army right now and someone has gotten themselves into a situation. This person has sent a picture of what seems like 2 barrels near a beer place where they're trapped and there's fire or something like that. I ask the guy that's distracting the 'swimming woman' if he recognises this place. It's just down one of the side streets. That particular street is glowing with green light because there are several beer companies next to each other; at least Grolsch and Heineken. I go over and make a quick entry to the 2 barrels, which I immediately try to extinguish by conjuring up a big amount of water. There's no fire to be extinguished though and no water appears. Still I persist. I try to start with a droplet of water, which appears, and add more and more to it. I've got a little string of water going now. Suddenly it dawns onto me that I should try harder, cause things in dreams only happen if you believe in them. I'm now thinking about whether I should just continue the water or solidify the dream. I choose the latter and try to push my fingers through my hand because that will give me a sensation that the water won't. The RC fails. I know that I'm dreaming though. I just shouldn't let go of it. The dream slowly starts fading. I believe that my hearing starts being influenced by the real world, even though this is not true.

I'm lying in my bed at my mom's home, next to my girlfriend. It's just like how it's supposed to be. For some reason I'm pretty convinced that I'm dreaming. I decide to push one of my hands through the glass of the window. It goes through. I'm happy to finally be lucid again. There is a blue substance behind the window. Kind of like a body of water, but the texture is as if it has been drawn with crayons. I don't remember every single thing that I did with my lucidity. At a certain point I remembered a lucid challenge I had with werty52: create a flameball in your hand (he has already won that bet). I try to make it happen through several ways. I especially use different voice commands. None of them work. I consider the fact that I'm not believing in myself hard enough to make it happen. I then decide to do something else. I think I'm flying about for a bit. I'm a slightly annoyed by my lack of control over this dream.



Somewhere in a fancy/modern hallway. I guess I'm just observing. Justen, along with a few other guys is in the hallway. They're all freerunners I think. At least Justen is, that much I know for sure. There's a slanted glass wall and he does a run up against it and tries to perform another trick, but he doesn't manage to finish it. He nearly defied gravity there. Then he runs through the hallway, does a round off > back full combo. While twisting in the air he smashes into an art piece that was standing in the hall. It shatters. It was made out of stone or keramic or something alike. It looked a bit like an old Greek head.

Had quite some dreams, but since I overslept I'll stick to describing the lucid.

​Mirror, mirror on the wall
I'm standing in front of a mirror. I don't recall there being much as but this mirror in a very small square room, perhaps the size of a toilet. For no apparent reason at all, I become aware that I'm dreaming, though my mind wasn't that clear and I didn't have control over my actions. My first thought is to make something levitate to win my lucid challenge with werty52. There's nothing in this room that I can levitate though. I consider making a small red box appear out of nowhere on the ground in front of me. I'm sort of half doing it, while half telling myself that that's too challenging. I'm not sure if the box appeared. I decide to stick my right hand through the mirror, to stabilise the dream by ascertaining that this is a dream. My hand goes right through. Mere seconds later my phone starts to ring and it throws me off my balance. I lose the dream. I think it might've lasted for maybe 20 seconds.

Not sure at what time I went to bed. I think it was a bit past midnight. I woke up around perhaps 5 or 6 and went to the toilet. Afterwards I had issues falling asleep again. The lucids were all after my wake up moment.

Women...
It's dusk. I'm sitting in the back of my mom's car, on the left. My brother is sitting in the passenger's seat and my mom is behind the wheel. She's feeling tired and doses off a few times. Eventually she misses a curve in the road to the right and instead goes straight ahead. I feel like we're airborne for just a moment, passing over a ditch and land into a meadow. I don't recall it feeling violent or scary at all. There was a box where you'd normally have a console, though just a bit further to the back. I managed to exercise some control over the car by using it. Once we're in the meadow I get out. There's a police car parked here as well. I move towards it and notice that the two officers inside are sleeping. They wake up and join me outside. My mom starts walking over as well. I start explaining the situation to them and they tell me to walk along. We're kinda trying to diagnose my mom. I end up walking with the cops while holding a black granny bicycle. We end up at two houses placed in an L shape. The police want to raid the one on the left, but they're missing a flashlight. My mom walks over again, talking. The police need silence so that they won't lose the element of surprise. They decide to sneak into the building on the right, to get a flashlight over there for their raid on the building on the left. On their way out they are nearly caught, but they've managed. There are now two women, Nikki and Eva Mendez. Eva had something to do with sneaking the cops into the building on the right and is slightly upset by the fact that it was a close call. I'm standing somewhere with Nikki now, somewhere inside. We're in a sort of relationship and she made some promises, something along the lines of finding me a girlfriend just like her before she leaves. We're both undressed. I go to the toilet around the corner to pee. The force of me peeing makes it splash all the way up until my bare chest. I consider asking Nikki to arrange things for me with Eva. They're the same in the sense that they're both called Eva. I know that it's gonna upset Nikki a bit, but I know she won't be leaving and she should've told me.

Ass
The brother of my friend David has posted something on FB. I think it was directed at me. It made me feel like the guy is a total ass, despite having never met him. Man, I'm pretty certain that David will bring his brother when he's coming over, but I sure as hell hope he doesn't.

Shy in class
I'm sitting in class, in a row in the back. The class is pretty much filled, though I remember only 1 classmate specifically. The teacher had been explaining something to us and asks me a question. It requires a long answer. I know that this is a lucid, but I don't wanna do it. I don't wanna mess up either, just in case this isn't a lucid. I think I might've pushed a finger through the desk at this point to be certain.

Red scorpion
I'm lying in my bed, having just 'woken up'. There's a small, red scorpion on the ceiling, quite close to me considering that I have a highrise bed. I panick a bit and make an effort to slap it away. I'm not sure if I got it. Now my ass is itching. No! Why now? Is it the scorpion?! Why am I so afraid of the scorpion anyway? It's all just a dream. I think I did something more after this, but I can't recall what.

Telekinesis! Or not.
It's daytime. I'm walking around some shopping streets. It's got a little bit of a cold season vibe if I remember correctly. There are quite some people about and I sort of evade a few streetsales people, or people who are collecting for charity or something alike. I don't really feel like talking to them. Two metres further I spot two people selling newspapers though. I spot them by the colour of their jackets, which was either red or white. One of them is a former colleague. They are facing away from me. I walk up to the guy on the right, the former colleague. I congratulate him on having been awarded the prize for best newspaper salesman. We chat a bit and he offers me a free newspaper sample. I pass on the opportunity, recognising it as a sales tactic. I move on.

I'm walking around in a semi run-down building. I walk back and forth along the same route a few times. I can't recall what's in the section which is still in good condition. I remember I said bye to someone over there though, perhaps my former colleague. In the section that's in mediocre quality is my optician. A blonde, former classmate I had a crush on is there as well. She walks away to a different area. I don't really feel like going to my optician, so I walk the other way again. I make sure not to pass the person I just said bye to again, cause that's just awkward. I walk to a part where walls are already crumbling. I clearly recall passing a big, dark green sign with golden letters that was only half intact. Guessing from the letters that were still there, it used to say Bibliotheekzaal [library room in Dutch]. I wonder what it is about this night that makes me become lucid so often. It probably has to do with the time of day. I'm having this thought as if I didn't just transition from non-lucid to lucid, but was in the same state all along. I walk a bit further and pass another crumbled wall, with a wooden plank put up against it. I'm standing in front of a door opening. The dark green door itself is swung to my side and to the left. The girl is there again. I decide not to pay attention to her. Instead I want to focus on the dream. I consider pushing my hand through the plank up against the wall, but it's not positioned very solidly. I might just end up pushing it away. Instead I decide to push my right hand through the door on my left. My fingertop rests for just a fraction of a second on the surface and then moves in. Sweet. I start thinking about how to describe this. It's like sticking your hand into a deep puddle of mud. Somewhere after passing my elbow the sensation becomes indescribable. I recall thinking exactly that: I have no clue how to describe this. I then pull out. There's a small wooden plank or a brick laying in front of me on a crumbled wall. I remember my lucid challenge with werty52. First person to perform telekinesis wins. My turn to finally win a bet! I aim both my hands at the plank/brick and attempt to make it levitate. I don't have full 100% confidence in it. There's some doubt in my mind that the object might remain there due to being cemented stuck. My vision starts to blur. I think the object is levitating, but I can't tell with 100% certainty. Fuck, come on! I try to stabilise again. I try to shout 'stabilise', but it's more like a soft shout, where you pretend to shout while actually whispering. I wonder if this is coming through to the real world. I shout 'stabilise' a few more times, but now in Dutch. In hindsight I was just doing it in the hope of it having an effect, rather than fully believing in the effect.

Haven't been DJing during the holidays but I wanted to make sure to include last night's accidental lucids.

Teeth
I'm in a living room with some people. I can't recall who. I can feel that a lot of my teeth are a bit wobbly. Fuck, this is very annoying. Please stay in there. There's one in particular that I can feel.

I'm lying in my bed. Not sure if this is the bed in my student home or if this bed was on a balcony. Either way I've got my left arm raised a bit. I can still feel that something is wrong with my teeth when a thought strikes me. I'm probably dreaming. I grab a hold of my bottom teeth, using the fingers on my left hand. I manage to bend my teeth outwards, as if they were made of rubber. It doesn't hurt at all. I knew it! I think to myself that I have to relax to stabilise, but I'm afraid of the fact that my arm is still raised. Somehow I'm convinced that that arm is my real arm and that it might cause me to destabilise. I need to put it down gently so that my real body will stay relaxed.

Snake mouth
I'm walking on the street. I think it was during daytime. I'm playing a bit with my dreads and notice that on the left side 3 of them are tied together with a rubber band. On the other side some more are somehow stuck together. Crap. I just met someone for the first time in a long time. I must've looked ridiculous. I end up in front of a circle shaped mirror and look into it. I can see the back of my head. I see the dreads and it looks quite messed up. Then I realise that this can't be. If I'm facing the mirror, I should see my own face, not the back of my head. I deliberately turn to the left about 90° and then turn back to the mirror again. This time I'm looking at my own face. I knew it! I'm dreaming. My reflection's mouth is a bit messed up. It reminds me of a snake. In the center I have a sort of cleft lip. My reflection opens its mouth. I'm not sure if it does that on it's own or if it is doing so because I did so. The throat kinda freaks me out, even though it's quite normal. It's the combination with the snake-ish mouth that gets to me. A short scream follows from the throat. I wonder if this was only in my dream, or if it was also audible in reality. I blink, but I never open my eyes again. I'm afraid that if I open them I will wake up. Then when I finally am sort of ready to open them, I can't.

I think I went to bed around 01:30. Not sure what time I got up anymore. It's now 12:00.

FA
I 'wake up' in my bed. I can hear my little brother in the living room. From the sound of it, he's still playing COD, even though it's 05:30 or 06:30. Damnit man. I get out of bed. I walk from my room, through his room, to the hallway. I stop in his room for a moment as I realise that I can't see anything. I feel as if my eyes are closed, except that they're open. I blink hard a few times and even consider that this is very dreamlike. Then I regain my vision and carry on. I swing the door to the living room open, ready to bust my brother. The lights are on and the two sons of my neighbour are on the couch, a bit freightened by me. I'm surprised and happy to see them. I get down on a knee and hold out my arms. They come running to me and headbutt in the process. I'm certain that somewhere I was lucid for just a moment.

Race
I'm not sure if I'm playing a video game, but the image that I see is fullscreen. It's off a sort of worm which is floating against a bit of an orangey, cartoony, clouded background. It's head and tail are nearly touching in a circle. Someone (me?) is racing along the outer edge of the worm. When making a jump you have to be careful not to jump too far away, else you'll fly out of it's orbit.

I went to bed at 23:30. I woke up around 07:00, rolled around in my bed for a while and eventually fell asleep again. It's now 08:45 (I snoozed a few times).

Fragment
» It's already dark outside. I'm in a park. I'm following a guy who seems quite creepy and pervy. I kill him, I believe because someone gave me the assignment to do so.

Persistent housemate
I'm standing in a kitchen. I'm not myself. Instead I'm Garion, one of the main characters from a book I'm reading. There's another person in the kitchen. A guy, I think my housemate. I have been assigned to kill him in a very specific way that involves poisoning him. It's too complicated and I go for another method. Eventually I decide to throw two knifes at his chest. He throws one knife back and I'm scared for a moment. I'm sort of frozen in fear and can't do much to evade the knife. I'm lucky however, as the hilt of the knife hits me in the throat, leaving me unharmed. I don't think he also threw the second knife back. He doesn't make much of an effort to fend of this attack. I take a metal watercooker and hit him with it several times. It's still warm. So warm that I can't have my skin touch the metal for too long, cause it hurts. I decide to push the metal against his.. face? This guy is still alive. I consider pouring the hot water over him, though I can't recall actually doing so. At some point Polgara, another character from the book, joins me in the kitchen. She doesn't do anything though. I feel like she is on my side and 'outranks' me a bit. Eventually I'm in the hallway with my housemate and I throw him down the stairs. Just at the moment that I let go, someone rings the doorbell. I mention to Polgara, who is still standing in the kitchen, that this is just perfect. We'll pretend he fell down the stairs while wanting to answer the doorbell and that's how he died. I'm aware of the fact that I'm ignoring the knife wounds in his chest, but I honestly don't really care anymore. That guy was insanely difficult to kill. I go down to answer the door. My housemate has someone ended up outside. I walk outside (it's daytime) and I look at the remains of his body. There's barely half a body left. There are two men standing in the garden basically not caring at all. I still pretend to be shocked by the fact that I have just found my housemate in this condition. The guys are gangsters of sorts and they wanted to deal with my housemate and his girlfriend I think. They go up the stairs and towards one floor above the kitchen, where my housemate's room is.

WILD
After waking up I laid down comfortably again. After a while I noticed that I was quite aware while I was transitioning into a dream. The dream hadn't stabilised yet though, which made me wonder if perhaps I was just caught up in my thoughts. I could still hear a sound from the real world. I didn't consider the idea that I was WILDing and I moved around a bit, which snapped me out of it.

I went to bed around 00:30 I believe. I woke up around.. 7? I stayed awake for at least an hour, did some reading in bed and eventually went back to sleep.

Fragment
» I'm somewhere in an urban area during daytime. I see my bicycle which was stolen 2 weeks ago. The wheels have been altered significantly, as well as the fenders, but I can still clearly tell it's my bike. Both the front and rear wheel have a chain lock on them. Near the back I can still see my green chain lock. This pisses me off. There are two people about. I wait for the thief so I can confront him.

The bicycle that got stolen in reality and the bicycle I saw in this dream are entirely different. I saw the bicycle that is still safely in my possession.

Scaly knee
This dream was quite dimly lighted. I'm walking around in an indoor swimming pool. I'm walking from one area to another. There's a girl standing at the edge of the pool, facing the pool and with her back to me. I tap her for a moment because I know her. It's Ewa. She turns around. Then I continue walking. My friend Sander is walking in the opposite direction and he tells me that he just took a break from a game that was being played in the other room and that I should take his place. It was a 3 vs. 3 game, rugby perhaps. I open the glass door to another area and enter it. I hold on to the side of the door for a long time, nearly getting my fingers stuck in between the door and the frame. There are just a few people in this area, though I don't remember who they were. One of them might have been a high school classmate. There are some big inflatables in the water. I walk along the edge of the water and stop for some reason and look at my right knee. I had a series of pimples or wounds there that are healing. I have a series of scabs that covers my whole knee. The strangest thing about them is that they look like they are made out of hard plastic. A boy asks me about them, but I don't think I pay any attention to him.

I feel like I'm at the bottom of the pool. My knee has made me realise that I'm dreaming. I consider again whether I should summon my friend Alexandra. I decide against it. It's better to first stabilise this dream. I slowly push the fingers of my left hand through the palm of my right hand. I truly believe it's possible and they go through easily. The sensation is unbelievable and indescribable. The idea that something moving through my hand should hurt me makes it feel slightly uncomfortable, but at the same time it's exhilarating. I feel this strange sensation not only in my hands, but also in my arms. I realise that there is practically no dream scene, as I'm supposedly at the bottom of a body of water, where little light reaches, though I didn't have any other indication that I was under water. I shout out 'stabilise!' (in English), but the sound is muffled and it sounds more like I whispered. I feel like it worked for just a second and would've worked better if the water hadn't messed up my command. At some point I realise that my eyes are closed. I'm afraid to open them, as I'm afraid that I will open my real eyes. I open them anyway and I remain in the dream. Next I notice that I've raised my arms. It feels very heavy to move them, as if I'm trying to raise them after an intense workout. I'm slightly concerned that I might be moving around in my bed and that I may have shouted in reality. In the end I may have softly heard an alarm beginning to go off, though I'm not certain about that.

The description of the lucid part is very long, but the lucid itself was less than a minute I'd say. Still, I am quite content with the fact that I had the sense of mind to attempt to stabilise the dream before doing anything else

I went to bed around midnight. I woke up around 07:00 after a lucid. Couldn't fall back asleep for a while, then had another (mini)-lucid.

iPhones
I'm on the couch in my mom's living room. My mom is also in the living room, though not on the couch. She hands me my cousin's old iPhone 5, though it looks exactly like an iPhone 4, except it's slightly elongated. I can have this phone if I want. I consider it for a moment. It's an upgrade from my 4S, though only a minor one. I examine the phone. Mine is still in perfect condition, but this one has a cracked screen. After turning it over a bit more I detect more flaws. I'm still considering it. I have a simcard cutter in my room, so I could cut the simcard to the right size if necessary.

Levitate
I'm at the Deen [supermarket] with my cousin. We've just arrived at the registers and he stands in line at one. I point to the one to the left of it, which has no line. It's manned by our friend Robin. My cousin tells me he wants to continue waiting in line. I look at the girl behind the register and see that it's Roos. Ah so that's why. Sure. There's only 2 people in front of him anyway. Skip forward to the moment where I've paid for my groceries. Roos tells me to have a nice day, or something along those standard employee lines. I give her a smooth wink. I even remember the right eye being the one I closed.

It's daytime. I'm walking with my cousin past an area where there used to be an apartmentcomplex. Instead I see a bunch of cows standing next to one another, fenced in. They don't have that much space to move. One of the cows is laying down. We're a bit further along and we're handing each other some stuff. Perhaps the groceries. I think my cousin messes around with a kite for a moment. A bit further again, he tells me he suddenly remembers that he still owes Anthony money. He takes out his wallet and takes out a €50,- bill. I give him some basic financial advice: either start spending less or start earning more. I suddenly realise that this Anthony must be the guy who my little brother owes money to as well. We're a bit further along again. I kick a small stone that's on the sidewalk. I don't kick it particularly hard, but it bounces and makes a 90° turn and ends up on the other side of the road, on the roof of a driving car. It's Anthony's car. He stops and starts shouting. My cousin sort of tries to take the blame for it. A bit further along, we're in my mom's street now. Anthony comes up to me. He's an Indian guy and as small as a toddler. I think we exchange some words and then my cousin and I continue walking to my mom's home. I make a call with my iPhone 5. Anthony sends his goon after me, a white guy named Robin. I think about how it wasn't wise to take out my phone, as he might try to steal it. At this point it's a 'glitch in the matrix' kind of thing, meaning it happens several times. Robin wraps his arms around me to restrain my movement. Nothing else happens. The second time this happens I move/roll forward and lodge myself free. The third time we both end up on the ground and I kick Anthony, figuring that Robin will let me go if his boss is dead, cause then he has no reason to harm me.

I'm in my room in my student house. I'm looking at my hands, which are dark skinned, just like in reality. I look in the mirror. My face is white! I have Robin's face. But my hands are still black. I figure that this must be some kind of curse that Robin put on me. "My" face looks a bit mad and intimidating, much more than Anthony. I realise I must be dreaming. I walk away from the mirror for a moment. What shall I do with my lucidity? I should be careful. For some reason I figure that if I look in the mirror I will cement the fact that I'm dreaming. I shouldn't do that until I'm ready, to prevent the dream from destabilising. I should definitely summon someone. Sukma? Alexandra? Lets go with Alexandra. I make a small jump into the air and retract my legs, sitting like Buddha, but floating in the air. I make my way towards the mirror, but before I've reached it I hear an old school digital alarm going off in the real world. Fuck, it's gonna pull me away. Focus! It's no use, it's too distracting. I wake up. There's no alarm

I was lucid, but I didn't have that much control. The levitating just happened naturally without me thinking about it, as if I was merely raising an arm. I also had a dream goal for myself to attempt telekinesis, but I apparently totally forgot about that and pretty much immediately went to 'I should summon X'.

Tiled garden
I'm in my student room. I see a girl walking towards my window [my window isn't on ground level, so that's a pretty neat trick I'd say]. I look straight at her and I'm about to get up to open the window for her. The fact that she felt it was necessary to still knock on my window to announce her presence annoyed me slightly. I open the window for her and she has a bag and says something about this being from/for my housemate who forget it or something along the lines. She's a bit quick in telling what she wants to tell. I don't notice that she's likely floating, but I do notice that the garden below has tiles. It's a bit difficult to look at this garden as I can't bring my eyes to focus on it. It remains a bit blurry. Wait, isn't this garden supposed to have grass instead of tiles? I force myself to think about what the garden should look like in reality. I wake up.. again

Mind your language
I'm at my grandma's house, in her living room. There's a salmon/light brown couch, which is standing somewhere where it doesn't belong in reality. I'm with my mom, aunt, girlfriend and 2 cousins of 1 y/o and 4 y/o. My mom and aunt are sitting on the couch, on the left side. It feels as if we all slept on the couch. My mom starts asking me questions about the way my girlfriend rested her head on the couch. I have a suspicion that my mom is asking because of a dent in the couch. I become annoyed, because she's purposefully asking the questions in Dutch so that my girlfriend won't understand, instead of asking my girlfriend directly in English. Because I don't know the answers to my mom's questions I ask my girlfriend in Indonesian. My 1 y/o cousin comes close to us. My girlfriend is an enormous fan of little kids and starts playing with my cousin. I think at one point he stood on the coffee table as well.

Running
I'm walking in a massive hall. The type you would find in a public building. I don't recall there being anyone else. I start going faster and faster and suddenly realise something is wrong with the gravity. I'm running by making very big steps and coming of the ground for a short moment during each step. With every consecutive step I stay airborne a bit longer. I instantly realise that I'm dreaming. By now I'm already flying. I remember that I told myself that I would look at my hands to stabilise, which I do. I raise my hands in front of my face and I can feel them going up. The sensation is so strong that it feels as if I'm raising my hands in reality as well.* I have my eyes closed, but at the same time I can see my hands moving into my field of vision.° I don't feel the dream becoming any more stable. I alternate between enjoying the fact that I'm flying and trying to stabilise, because I know the dream will be over soon. I make peace with the fact that it's going to destabilise.

*My sense of touch is often lacking in dreams. I've even been electrocuted without feeling a thing.
°I read an article a while back that said you are able to 'see' your hands, even if it is completely dark.

Hotel
This dream is not gonna make sense to anyone reading it. Sorry about that
I'm outside during the day I believe, at a sort of tribune together with my girlfriend. I was far away enough from her that I seriously thought that it was weird that she managed to touch me with her foot. We were messing with each other a bit. Eventually I decide it's time for me to go take a shower.

Now I'm in a big hotel. There are some massive open spaces about. The details aren't clear to me anymore. The hotel is quite dimly lit. It seems everyone is here for the same event, though the event doesn't become important until later. The only persons I distinctively recall are my 20 y/o male cousin and later on a German classmate.

I find a shower somewhere that says it's mixed: men, women and transgenders. I go in and there are at least 2 shower cabines with glass doors, both unoccupied. I think I put something down and then walk out again because I didn't bring the stuff I needed. I walk out a glass door which has a T on it, I assume for transgender.

I've been to some different places in this massive hotel. I think I might've seen a swimming pool as well. I cannot for the life of my find the shower again though. Only a women's shower. At some point I'm walking along a corridor and to the left of me I see what might be a shower. Nope.. just 3 Indonesian toilets. They're dirty as well. At some point I still haven't showered and check the time. I think this is almost around the same time as that I see my German classmate. I have an analogue watch on my wrist.* There's about 40 minutes left until it's 7 pm and the wedding starts. I need to be ready by then. But we also have an exam at 7 pm. Both are in the hotel. Damn, I'm never gonna make it. I still need to study as well.

It's dark outside and I'm in the tram in the middle of the city. I'm trying to get back to the hotel. I believe I'm travelling with someone. We have no clue how to get back to the hotel. We can't even remember the name. We ask someone if that person knows how to get there and we start pondering on the name. Sounds like... no not that.. we think hard about it.

*The last time I wore a watch was months ago.

London
This dream feels so related (like a sequel) to the previous dream that I'm not sure this was a new dream or if it continued.
I know that I'm in London, though I can't recall how I know this for sure. I'm outside during daytime. I don't believe I'm alone, though I don't know who I'm together with. I start negotiating with a man on the price for renting a moped. This feels very Indonesian to me. We're sitting on a tram while doing so. In the mean time I call one of my classmates. I ask him something about where he is and about our campus. This is somehow relevant to whether I want to rent this moped and how desperate I am. For a moment the scene switches and I'm able to see him talking on the phone to me, as well as the setting he is in. He is with at least 1 of our classmates, perhaps even more. The scene switches back. We're at my stop and I quickly need to get out. I have a big travel backpack with me, in which I've stowed another bag. There's another bag on the floor. I wonder if it's the moped guy's bag or mine. I exit the tram, together with a different German classmate I think. I haven't paid the fare.

I enter a different tram. I feel guilty for not paying the fare and I want to. There's a PSA about paying fares and about being an ass if you don't pay it. I'm standing in the tram. I'm with 1 or 2 persons who are seated. I'm standing near the cabin of the conductor. I think there are two. One of them is a white woman who is about to start checking for tickets. I mess around my wallet looking for €2,-. I uncover a big amount of candy though and offer her some. We end up talking in a fencing kind of way. We make snappy comments and try to best each other, but it's a lot of fun.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Last night I woke up in between dreams a few times. Since I was attempting to DEILD I didn't take any notes in between dreams. Hence more fragments and less complete dreams.

Fragments
» I'm with a group of my Dutch friends whom I met in Indonesia. We are having a lot of fun together. There's something with us renting mopeds. This dream felt quite awesome and I definitely would have recalled it all had I taken notes immediately.

» My blond female housemate is in my room. There's something food related. We have some delicious.. bread(?) with bacon or something alike. We're going to bed. I have a highsleeper (is that the correct English word? ), but there is a mattress on the floor which we're gonna sleep on together. It feels really normal though and not in the slightest way sexual.

» I'm living in an old school building. There's something about the internet. Since it used to be a school, adult content is filtered. There's an orange cord and device on the (kitchen) counter. It looks like a separate modem, probably used when people want to look up adult content.

Dream 1: Porn
I'm on the sofa with my girlfriend. She is asleep, with her head on the right side and her legs towards the middle. I'm sitting to her left with my laptop on my lap. At one point I decide to turn 90° to the right, so that she can't see my screen should she wake up. I have a shitload of porn on my laptop. I could read the names of the folders. It's tucked away in a folder, in a folder, in a... you get the idea. Except that it's not exactly hidden. I disable the sound and play one of the movies. Sound, moaning. Shit! I try to disable the sound again. Nothing happens. Turn down the sound. EXIT VIDEO! My girlfriend wakes up slightly and asks what I'm doing. I'm not sure what I told her. Then I have a mild panic moment. All this porn is inside the folder of a uni course. I think I copied this folder for my Indonesian classmate (the same classmate as in the next dream). I start to think real hard. Did I copy the porn to my classmate?

I blame this dream on you, werty52!

Dream 2: Struggling lucidity
I'm outside during the day. I believe I'm talking to my Indonesian classmate, though a different one than the one I often dream about. This is the first time I recall seeing this particular classmate in a dream. We walk in to a building. It gives the impression of a university building: big, spacious. At this point I don't really recall the interior, except for one particular part, which is hard to describe. (Note for myself: it's like the computer 'cubes' at the 2nd floor of the uni library, except the wooden dividers are like a black metal mesh.) Desks are arranged in an inward facing square, with a computer screen hanging from the metal mesh. The kind of stereotypical hacker's desk in a movie. There is a woman behind one of the computers. I'm not sure what she's doing. The screen is quite dark in terms of the colours which are displayed and it's quite monotone (like working in Word: the majority of your screen stays the same). There's a fairly big digital counter near the top right which displays a certain time, though I don't remember what that time is. Also a small one in the very upper right I believe, with a different time. I'm supposed to meet my student councillor at.. 15:00 I think it was. The big displayed time leads me to believe that there is still plenty of time. At one point I take my iPhone out of my right pocket and see that the time on the screen is far behind. I'm late. Damn. I don't have time to properly say bye to my cllassmate. The student councillor is a woman who is sitting in the middle of the square, nearly boxed in. There's a girl sitting on a comfy chair just outside of it. I feel like she is waiting for her appointment with the student councillor. I explain to the student councillor what happened. I stumble with my words a bit, forgetting that I have to switch to English now (which makes no sense, a student councillor here would speak Dutch and I would already be talking in English after talking with my Indonesian classmate). In the end I still talk in Dutch, as does she. I need her help in getting a declaration for a government institute. She helps me out. She wants to walk to a quiet place. Somewhere where people won't be asking questions once I tell my personal story to her. We walk around the big open room and I see some chairs and desks. She decides to sit down together in the middle of a lecture, in the midst of a group of students. She tells me that I need to ask this lecturer for the help I need. What the.. now? I feel quite embarrassed. Also I'm not quite sure what to ask. I fiddle with a hideous scar/wound that I have on my hand (thankfully that one ain't real ). I remember seeing a logo either on a screen or on a piece of paper, quite big as well. It's a purple square or cube and there's also a green one. It reminds me of the logo's for Excel and OneNote. Once the lecturer is near the student councillor asks him something, though I don't remember what. After that she asks me some personal questions. I reply to them all and am a bit annoyed. We start walking. All the questions she's asking and all the effort she's putting into it may ruin everything. Just draw up the statement already. There are two low walls inside the building, sort of decorative. Perfect parkour opportunity. The left one is flat, the right is like "\", but not nearly as extreme (I couldn't think of the proper English word ). The low point is on the far end of me. Both walls are just a few metres long. I jump to the left wall and onto the right one. I perform a sideflip of the right wall onto the ground. Just as I'm about to push off for the sideflip I think to myself how foolish it is to do a sideflip. I've practiced it maybe 3 times. I'm bound to rotate in a weird and unpredictable way. I do it perfectly though. Then I remember that I said to myself that I would perform a RC if something parkour related happens. I realise this must be a dream as there is no way that I'm able to nail that sideflip in reality. I sit on the ground and close my eyes. I try to solidify this idea of it being a dream. I place my hands on the ground and feel it. It's cold and hard. I feel the specs of sand that people have dragged in here with their shoes. I move my hand to the left, to the end of the floor so I can feel the plinth. Dirty from a lot of dust. Ielw. I realise that this is not helping, as in reality I'm in the same place and thus I could also be feeling this with my real body (I'm an idiot ). I start to think about which year it is this dream is occurring in, maybe that will differentiate it from reality for me. Damn, this dream is in 2015, just like reality. That didn't help. I perform the 'finger through palm' and 'breathing through a closed nose' techniques. Both fail me. Come on! This is a dream, right?

I was a bit hesitant to label this a lucid, because I didn't really have any control, plus I was still struggling to fully solidify the 'this is a dream' mentality.