Boundless Worlds

Lucid Dream, Saturday, January 21, 2017:
Lucidity: Low

At my parents. A busty black girl insists on hugs before she leaves. I oblige of course. I go into the bathroom to prepare for bed, and find my teeth are loose and rotted. I also have partial braces (the bit with rubber bands stretched between top & bottom). Walking out to show somebody, while taking off the rubber bands, I find a girl with short blonde hair. A tooth from the top-right falls out, and as I catch it, I realize I am dreaming. Find the spot now missing a tooth with my right thumb. Blood, lots of it. For some reason it turns me on, and my attention shifts to the girl. I approach and begin rubbing the blood on her, and "dream controlling" the blood to multiply. She protests about "doing it" out here, so I take her into the nearby bedroom, where my mom is on the phone and a little girl with black dreads is looking at picture books. Some part of me, more aware, more lucid, wanted me to slow down and think a little. As we climb onto the bed and she begins shying undoing her clothes, I look up for a moment, out the window into the yard. Buuut then her shirt is off and I get pulled back in. A bit of fondling and mouthing, and I "blow" in my pants (apparently dream says clothing stays this time). Sit back slowly. After a moment, I leave the room and enter the dining room. Out the large glass doors there, I see the yard, with a line of Minecraft furnaces on the ground. A few little monsters dance around the porch, trying to grab my attention. I try to stabilize, thinking of a bubble of control surrounding me, and I wave my hands as if touching its inside wall. Turning left with both body and eyes, I am suddenly greeted with the backs of my eyelids.

Later fragment: school of magic, catch an evil master trying to steal magical tools, I escape from him, master wizards councel

Lucid Moment, Non-Lucid Dreams, Thursday, January 19, 2017:


I walk across a deck and enter a small one-room shack. Talk urgently with a DC there just before a zombie breaks through the door. As I am attacked by the zombie, I become lucid and immediately wake up. One of those "No, screw this, I'm out." moments.

It takes me a long time to fall asleep again. When I finally do, I dream of a blonde girl. She is very nice to me, and I wondered if she could possible become a girlfriend. After waking again, I feel that she could rather have been a dream guide.

I dream of a man I admire. He is dying, and very aggravated with the world which failed to accept his vision. I hold him in my arms as he speaks. Then, his condition worsens severely and I wake up.


Non-Lucid Dream, Friday, January 20, 2017:

Some sort of cross between a shopping mall and a hotel. I meet some family staying there. A number of little adventures, exploring the area. At one point, I ride a bike through the crowded halls/walkways of the complex. Later, see a girl I think I know well, and take note of her shapely body.

Non-Lucid Dreams, Sunday, January 15, 2017:

Sitting in a parlor of sorts trying to get a game for making real money working on my phone. The chair I'm in is comfortable, like a couch. I notice a single shoe lying on the floor to my left and pick it up. Of similar build to Converse, it has a sky blue background material, covered with a zoo-full of animals (which may have been moving (?) ). Looking inside, I find it is stuffed with packets of electronic resistors and diodes and such.

I am in a a walled city in a desert, protected on one side by a deep canyon. Across that gorge, an army has assembled to invade. As I watch from atop the wall, the infantry begin charging straight over the cliff, a captivating, almost horrific spectacle. Suddenly, an alarm is sounded from the other side of the city; the real invasion force is attacking there. Batman, some other assorted heroes, and myself charge that way on horses. Picking up rifles dropped by downed soldiers, I proceed to annihilate the enemy force, all the while making "gun noises" as I fire.

Non-Lucid Dream, Wednesday, December 7, 2016:

I am with an older man on the streets of an early-industrial city (pre electricity, few motor vehicles). His name is John Whitstone. The atmosphere is generally dark and dirty; the city is packed tight. We end up down a wider alleyway, where we see some kind of mob meeting. Obviously criminal in nature. Then the authorities come and break it up, arresting John. They begin holding a mass trial in the alley, with a long line of prisoners. I've become a witness. "Be careful what you say..." whispers one of the other witnesses. First up is a young lady. I don't recall her crime, something to do with magic, but she testifies for her own innocence beautifully. I actually get a bit emotional over it all. But the guard knocks her down a pit, presumably to her death. "Real justice this is," I think to myself. Then John's "trial" begins. The judge refers to him by my (in dream) name, which I do not recall. Immediately, I object: "There must be a mistake, as I am (name here). This man is John Whitstone!" The judge seems barely interested, but stops to question me. "You are (name here)? And he is 'John Whitstone'?" He seems indignant that I would question the court. "YES, he is John Whitstone," I reply, "John Whitstone!"

I awake.

Spoiler for Notes:

I am not really sure what prompted this dream, if anything. But somehow it struck me more than a dream usually does.

Non-Lucid Dream, Monday, December 5, 2016:
Truly Public Restroom, Elderly Driver from Hell, Near-Lucid False Awakening

I started off walking into a unisex bathroom, at the moment occupied by a man and two women. The walls on the stalls had big sections cut out of them, some attached on hinges like crude shutters. I used the toilet like normal, despite the exposure. Nobody seemed to care. Leaving there, (minor blackout/time skip?) I ended up in the back seat of a car with some of my grandparents in it. It was being driven by another elderly man I don't know. As soon as we left the parking lot and entered onto the highway, I knew this wouldn't go well. I wasn't wrong. Constant missed turns and last minute over corrections, and I can't leave out the massive, multi-lane sized semi-trucks barreling towards us periodically. This whole time, the old man at the wheel is in a constant state of nearly falling asleep. At the final missed turn, we actually did a burn out u-turn on the highway. We ended up running downhill at ever increasing speed towards this long steel bridge, like a railroad bridge (? dream thought) where there was a gap between the beams your tires rode along. About half way across the bridge, I see a football helmet sitting on the left-hand beam. I point it out, but the driver waves me off saying it won't be a big deal. We hit it. Immediately the car lurches sideways and skids along the remaining length of the bridge at a precarious angle. Then I woke up.

But WAIT! In the darkness, I decide to try and induce a lucid. Various made up tunes play in my mind, and gradually I notice my body is in a strange position, resting on my knees and forehead. I begin to move, and open my eyes. I am sitting on the top bunk in a room not unlike my childhood bedroom. I get distracted by the fact that my pants need changing from an unremembered wet dream, keeping me from turning this into a lucid, though the idea seems to linger at the back of my mind. I climb down and look for a change of clothes. In the corner of the room, I notice a kid sitting there. I ignore him and proceed to change my pants without really caring that I'm not alone. I think another, younger kid shows up about now? They remind me of my uncle's sons (cousins, I guess, new marriage), who I'd stayed with for Thanksgiving.

Then I woke up for real and changed my real pants. The time then was about 5 AM.

Non-Lucid Dream, Wednesday, October 26, 2016:

I've wrapped the dream in a spoiler for readers wary of sexual content.

Spoiler for Dream Content:

I am staying in a hotel room with a young couple, probably a few years older than myself. After I lay down to sleep, they slowly begin playful sexual behavior together. For a little while I try to ignore them, but soon I get up. I begin to take off my clothing, too, but then stop and just stand there. "No way they want company," I think. But they see me watching them, all lonely. While he calls for another girl, she comes over and starts fellatio. It feels very, very good, and I begin to push her to take in more. "Easy there, slow down," he tells me. Soon, the other girl arrives. She's more my age, maybe just a bit younger, and she seems a bit shy. The other two leave us together. (And here my recall fails. I probably woke up, but I don't remember for sure.)

Spoiler for Notes:

After waking up, I noted the lack of the usual consequences of "wet dream".

Lucid Dream, late morning on Monday, October 24th, 2016:

I am sitting in the office of my parents' church. Their home is directly next door. I am browsing the internet for anything to catch my interest, mostly videos. The building is not a church (dream plot), but is instead the neighbors' home. They are a young couple with no children. The man enters behind me, telling me that they are going swimming. "I'll go too," I say, shutting my laptop and leaving the desk. At a nearby table, I find an assortment of Lego minifigures. I take one and begin to put scuba gear on it, this seeming like a perfectly normal way to prepare for a swim. The man starts to remind me not to forget to give it a snorkel piece, but stops when he sees I have already done this.
As we walk to the door to go outside I happen to glance at a clock, which shows something like '38:xx' where the second number is quickly rising. I interpret this to mean a little over half-past midnight (dream logic ). Concerned, I tell the couple, "I had no idea it was so late! I can't go swimming with you." They try to excuse it, saying my parents won't care, but I return to the office to get my computer. In the darkness, I gather up my stuff and leave the Lego man I had carried with me. While walking back to the front door, I feel that there's something off about the past few minutes and take a moment to look at my left hand.
Seven fingers. "I see. So this is a dream," I think, as I step out the door into early morning sunshine. "Yeah..." The house has become the old Florida home my family lived in years ago. I am standing on the old porch, with the old yard in front of me and the old neighborhood beyond that. No longer carrying anything, I notice I am wearing a pair of loose, unbuttoned jeans and a rather heavy jacket. There isn't a shirt underneath. Feeling rather warm, I glance around as I begin to unzip the jacket. I want to strip and lay in the grassy yard. As I'm moving to do this, the quiet neighborhood is suddenly filled with people. Driving, working, walking in and out of houses. The sudden change throws me off, and I decide against undressing. Standing up from my crouching position in the grass, I stumble a bit as I find my balance. No longer certain that I am dreaming, I press some fingers into my left palm. With a bit of effort they slide through, peaking out the back of my hand. "Definitely still dreaming," I think to myself. Looking around, I see the houses and people, the green grass and blue sky...
I find myself awake in bed, eyes still closed, listening to the echo of my own breathing inside my head. As soon as I consciously notice this, my breaths become controlled and quiet. A slight smile curls my lips.

Spoiler for Notes:

My parents currently live next door to their church, as my father is the pastor there. There are few close neighbors out there in the country.
I saw only a bit of the woman of the couple, when explaining I wouldn't be joining them for swimming. In fact, I hardly looked at either of them.

Evaluation of lucidity and vividity:

I would probably rate both points on the lower end of the scale. My lucidity went not much further than "I am dreaming", with relatively low self awareness and dream awareness beyond this.

Vividity, while greater than my usual nLD, was not substantial.

This was my first lucid experience in something like a few months. I am happy, and feel I am finally making a successful return to lucid dreaming.