dream fragment

WBTBx2 => 2 non-lucids and 1 fragment

First round:

…/I’m in a concert hall. The hall is still empty. The stage is set. It looks like it’s very early in the day of the concert, all lights are off, except for a couple of bulbs somewhere above the stage. Not enough to illuminate any. There’s some people, no more than 10. The place is very dark. As nothing is happening I go on the stage, take the microphone and start talking shit. Then I see N. Is on the back side of the stage, standing next to a speaker. I challenge somebody to come to the front to show up as she is. And I look at her and ask again to come on. She laughs but doesn’t want to step to the front. I ask once more, to show up, so much that you like to show up, I say. She’s nervous and smiles. She has her lips painted in red. Ok I say, and ask for somebody to show the program. I see that E. has a T-shirt showing the program of the night. But he doesn’t react. I ask for somebody to bring some music on the stage. A shadow comes closer and gives me a small speaker, with a white logo on the front side, like it was a signature. There’s a big speaker almost in the middle of the stage. N. runs to the right side of it to get the small speaker from the shadow. I don’t understand her. I already have it. It’s playing some music, like a primitive Black Metal song. I think to myself, it fits perfect with the video of that parody band of Black Metal. And I see for short the mix of that song with the video of the Black Satans/…

I wake up for short, to record some audio notes for the DJ, it’s almost midnight and I try first WBTB

Second round:

…/I see an old man coming to the house, ‘the father’ I think. I see him from the second floor through a window in the first floor. There’s some agitation in the house. There are women there, possibly sisters. An old woman who I think it’s the mother is sent to the basement. She doesn’t have to meet with the old man. They’re hiding her. She goes downstairs. The place is very illuminated and wide. Once the old lady is down, I see some crows building nests on many places around the floor of the basement. There’s hay all over the place. It looks like a barn. The old woman tries to go upstairs, but the doors are closed. I see again the crows. There’s one guiding the rest, showing them what they have to do. I get distracted for a while with their activity. The place diffuses to black behind the nests. There’s a little girl to the side, doing something similar. Although she’s following the instructions of a small bird. It is told that she’s learning how to build a bonfire. I see the small bird jumping and shaking his head as he’s giving instructions while tweeting around a kind of nest with leaves set in random ways/…

I wake up once more, still have around an hour before the alarm clock goes off. So I resume the voice journaling and go back to attempt once more to get in lucid

Third round:

There was something else but I was able to recall just a fragment, I woke up short before the first alarm and realized I was already in the void again when it went off. I forgot all of it along the day. I was surprised to find a voice recording from the last fragment I was able to take. No memory of doing that.

…/I’m following a girl in 3rd person view. She’s performing long step jumps. Every time longer. Like those I use to surf on the air. Holding the feet up avoiding to touch tte ground when falling. She needs something from another city. She got there in three steps/…

Gun Game

Firearm situation with teams of people against each other
I am with friends it is very tense like an action sequence
Arming myself with various weapons and matching clips/ammo
Have long x-ray scope I can snipe with, on some random rifle
Take out two of the other team on the rooftop of the opposite building
One enemy is in our building
He casually walks through the door of our hotel room wearing a silver vest and smiling, he looks like liev schreiber
I unload both clips of the auto pistols I have that look like pez dispensers
He seems fairly unaffected and I instantly think he's cheating
He shoots me a bunch with his auto but they feel like bbs or airsoft pellets while saying he messed me up really bad
He has also stolen several pairs of my colored glasses and pulls them off his hip and hands them to me, I note they are colours I don't normally don't have like white and several brighter shades of green
(Note: I hardly play fps games and do not own a firearm)

Nooooooowiiieeeee!

I am in a dark large house on the second floor that has banisters wrapping the walls covered in fancy paintings
A toddler maybe 4 or 5 runs at me shouting a play name for me "Nooooowwwwiiiiieeeee!" and they hug me like they are glad to see me after some long time. I say thanks I really needed that and the dream fades

White Carpet

The room becomes a very nice house
I arrive out front of a very open all-glass wall seated in a rock wall with the front door wide open
I realize I just woke up on the driveway with my head on my pillow
There is a man who looks like Anthony Fauci sitting in a small round car that looks like a jetsons car with wheels, he is watching me stand up slowly
I pretend to be ready to work, so I wave as I carry my pillow inside
The foyer is all glass and opens to an ultra-wide stairwell leading down into their home
The wife is in a flurry is getting ready to leave for work
I tell them the service guy is here because I don't know what work I'm doing
Now realize I am doing contracting work for a friend
Long open floor concept spreading three of four rooms across and she wants all the white carpet ripped out
I say no problem as she leaves for work
I go outside to call Chris to double-check he's coming with the truck
I am transported to the work warehouse and I'm hanging onto the back of the truck while talking to two other female employees
One is obscured by a forklift
We are back in front of the house
The woman is finally leaving the driveway
It is a very ritzy neighborhood and I see other fancy cars driving by
For some reason, I ask her if the Bidens live up here
I go back inside and start ripping the carpet up
It is double layered and I realize it will take twice as long
It's also double-sided with a black suede flowers pattern on the underside
I now notice there is a difference of off-whites between the carpet in the kitchen and the carpet in the middle room as I haphazardly start to rip it up with a pair of scissors I found
Realize I don't have any of my tools or kneepads and it's going to be a long day

WBTB- Drank some blue lotus stamen tea, awake around 30-40 min
Dream is nonsensical and a mishmash of the previous locations and people I interacted with. Did not get it written down

Fragment of trying to journal my dream on my phone with little success
Continually delete what I typed and tried several times to just get a single word to input correctly
The dream fades and I wake up realizing I never journaled my dream

Huzzah for creative titles Slept at 11:20.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I don't remember this dream very well, but I wrote it down in my journal. Someone was doing reality checks by inspecting dragons' teeth and identifying their type. They explained to the citizens of a city how they were able to do so, and I have a vivid image of a severed, roughed-up fang. I was shocked when I woke up and it was only 1:30.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
I was in a manor with an ugly boy that everyone hated, looking at his family portraits. There was one for each child (and there were a lot of children), held either by the mom or the dad. He was the firstborn, but his picture was the only one where the parent was not smiling.

I felt bad for him so when he started poking my shoulders I allowed it, despite their oversensitivity. The borderline-painful sensation was distinct and quite realistic. I remember breathing a sigh of relief when he started poking my neck instead.

Insert transition here, I was now at a carnival with J and she wanted me to play a game she'd played herself as a child. You had to buy a glove with these fancy buttons on it, then attach it to a machine to play. It was a boring and simple game, but J and I obtained a glowing orange orb and did something cool with it, so it was fine.

A man and his kid came over to us and tried to steal the glove. There was a brief struggle but I think he eventually got it. It cast a spell on him that made him grow with each terrible "command" he followed through with. By the last one, I had taken on the role of an observer (I believed I was watching an anime) and was able to input the command myself. I wanted to make it sound fancy but it was difficult to use my brain, so in the end I typed, "He will have a complete and utter loss of respect for human life."

Momo from The Executioner and Her Way of Life was there, and she cried, "No, at least don't go that far!"

The man was at this point the size of a large tree, holding a rollercoaster in one hand. He started lifting people out one by one and eating them, periodically smashing the bottom into the ground and breaking a few people's skulls. Everyone was screaming and you could hear bones cracking, and I remember thinking, Wow, this show is pretty gruesome. But I was invested. On some level it felt like I was making him do this.

He picked up a small boy, and as he squirmed in his fist, the man hesitated. It felt like he broke free of my control as he suddenly burst into tears like a child, throwing the boy onto a nearby building and shouting, "Mou shiranai!" ("I don't know/care anymore!")

Into his voice recorder he shouted "Hayai!" ("fast") and sprinted away. He was being hunted down for his crimes, so Momo told him to come up with an alias. He decided on "Kouga," which confused me because I was (suddenly) under the impression that he was Inuyasha, and I thought, Don't you hate Koga? Why would you want to be called that?

As he ran, with intense concentration, he was able to form a teleportation portal and jump through. It led to a mostly empty but beautiful garden. His daughter was there, a blind girl of about 5 years. He plopped down at the base of a tree and she leaned against him, and in Japanese he said, "Daddy is really dangerous right now."

Also in Japanese, she responded, "I disagree. The place where Daddy is, is the safest place."

It was extremely difficult to hear her, but the word she was using for "place" was oba instead of bashou. I was like, Huh? Is that another way to say it?

He told her to listen to the tape on the voice recorder, and she did. He was saying hayai/hayaku over and over, getting angrier and angrier with each one. I was wondering if it was okay for him to show this to a child so small, and then she got to the last one, which he shouted so vitriolically that she flinched away.

She asked why he was so angry but got no answer. She replayed the tape and this time meowing could be heard after the first or second "hayai." The dad started to get annoyed at how many times she was repeating it, and I worried he would attack her, but there was no real danger of that. He was going to restrain his annoyance and ignore it.

The kid finally stopped and pouted, jealous that he was hanging out with someone else. [The meowing was Momo.] She stood up and patted him down, searching for soft pink pigtails, though she wouldn't have been able to see the pink due to her blindness.

That's where that scene ended. I don't know when this happened, but sometime in the same dream I was at school and had missed my [true] AP test on Monday. My mom was there yelling at me about it, but I didn't care too much.

Woke up at 6:57, poorly attempted WILD, and went back to sleep.


Dream #3 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
There was something about an injured arm, but I can't even read the rest of my notes except the word "levels."

My alarm woke me up at 8:15 and I couldn't go back to sleep after that because I had to go somewhere. A shame, since I was quite tired.

———

Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Non-Lucid Dream Fragment (x2) - 1 point
Full Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
Dragons Theme - 5 points
Tonight's sum: 9 points
Previous sum: 15 points
(3 comments - 1 point)
Total: 25 points

Before WBTB

Russian Ride
I'm traveling internationally and I don't speak the language where I am at. I'm getting off a train or bus looking for the airport. I see another bus leaving and I wave my arms and chase it, yelling for it to stop. It does. I try to ask the driver where the airport is and he tells me (in English) that the bus is full. It clearly isn't. I wonder if there is some law saying there must be X number of open seats. Regardless, I stay on the bus and he doesn't kick me off. I make my way to the back of the bus. It resembles the CATA bus system from back home. In the back car is a girl with one leg. Short hair, kinda "bad-girl type". She has khaki pants on, and the missing leg has it tied to cover the stump. I sit next to her and ask for help. She's friendly.

Some time later we are back at her apartment. It's a big studio, kinda messy with paint and art all over the place. I realize that I'm a girl, and that she may be gay. I get the impression she might have been coming onto me.

Later I'm running from Russian agents. I'm running through an apartment complex, entering and leaving through doors/windows. I'm really high up. When I go outside I'm sidling on just-big-enough edges to not fall. I don't know why they are chasing me. I eventually make my way down from the tall complex and make it to the ground but I haven't shook them.

I'm in a down-town Chinatown type area at night. There is a big crowd of people and I'm trying to use them to escape from the Russian agents. I'm at a bar with two floors open to the outside. There are some TVs running with couches set in front of them. There are some dark corners I can hide in. I try out a few and crouch down, but I decide that none of them are good enough and keep moving. Then I stand up face-to-face with one of the agents. He looks like Dr. Brenner from Stranger Things.

Running again. This time it was short. I ended up in a stone building on a grassy hill, hiding underground. But they've just found me. There is the leader (Dr. Brenner) and two thug-types. They are going to torture me for information. I tell them I've only killed one time, and I wasn't sure if it was me or my uncle who pulled them trigger. I guess I was trying to intimidate them. It doesn't work. They casually talk to me about something and then without warning Dr. Brenner shoots my right ear off with a pistol.

I cry out in pain (S hears me and tries to shake me awake). It doesn't hurt as much as I expected it would. They tell me that they will shoot off the other ear if I don't comply.

I wake up and tell S I am OK.

After WBTB

W Aged Up
I'm at my Grandma P's house in the bedroom sleeping on the bed. I've slept in later than everybody else. I roll over and see some old drawings I made in my childhood on the wall. My grandma will have decided to have kept them. They are hyper realistic and drawn in pencil. Somehow, they are holographic. I think to myself that maybe I should get back into art.

W, my brother's son who is due in September, bursts into the room with his friend, Ian. He's four years old. I can't tell who is who and I feel bad about it. But now I know it is because W isn't born yet. One of them has buck teeth. I follow them around the house and then one kid is missing. I find W/Ian eating dish cleaning tablets under sink. Standard kid behavior I guess

Lucid Fragment
I'm in a large mall, reminiscent of one from an old marching band trip from high school. I do a nose reality check and realize I'm dreaming. I double take...crap! I was dreaming that whole time before with W! I think to myself that step one is to find my DG...but my lucidity slips and I wander off.

Conditions
Medium workout early in day
Big dinner
2 drinks of alcohol
Stayed up late
6hr/30m WBTB
Yuschak Primary Trigger (8Mg Galantamine, 250Mg Choline Bitartrate)

Notes
My theory on what happened here...sleep cycle issues. Instead of jumping into the same sleep cycle I was just in, I jumped into the beginning of a later one. I stayed up until about 2:30am playing Zelda and then set an alarm for 8:30am...so about 6 hours after sleep. I know that 5h45m has been a good target for me, so I was experimenting with a larger time to test and see if it can be improved. One problem though is that I didn't have an established wake-sleep rhythm. Plus, I stayed up longer than the typical 15m during the WBTB. I planned slightly longer at 20m but it was more like 30m. I don't think the alcohol will have mattered much because of the later timing, but it could have played a part. Lesson learned: Next time, have an established sleep rhythm. Gonna say data inconclusive about 6h/20m WBTB setup.

1
Don’t remember the context of this one, but I realized I was dreaming (+10 for DILD), and then everything started to fade for no reason.
So, I quickly did something to reform the dream so it didn’t completely go, and it ended up becoming an FA when it was reformed, so I lost lucidity, thinking I missed my opportunity.
But I walked into the living room of my house, and did an RC quickly (+1 for RC / Stabilization), which made me realize I was dreaming again.
I then walked out to the front yard with no footwear on, then onto the road.
I was thinking of burrowing into the ground and completely phasing through it for the three-step task, but unfortunately I woke up right before that.

For a very long time while I was awake (+2 for WBTB), I tried hard to remember the context to me getting lucid in that dream, but I couldn’t. I eventually just gave up, wrote it down, and returned to sleep.

2
I was playing some ULTRAKILL, and I quickly realized I was dreaming (+5 for subsequent DILD). I was in the middle of fighting a malicious face, an enemy which can fire a hitscan laser.
The malicious face’s laser can be deflected if you throw a coin right at the beam (this is called a chargeback).
So since it was a dream, I thought I would go for some chargebacks on it. I tried backflipping while throwing a coin, but the coin missed the laser and I almost got shot.
I think I woke up a little bit after that.

3
I was in the middle of falling asleep, when I regained consciousness and realized I could form a dream really quick with WILD, so I focused on random imagery that kept popping in my head, and it worked. (+10 for WILD)
I entered a dream in my living room. With haste, I moved to the porch, and tried to plan what to do. But once again, I woke up before doing anything.

Man I really have lucid length issues huh? I really needa fix that.

I was afraid like yesterday - today I will have problem with sleeping because I went to bed at circa 3am LT and it passed 2-3h untill I drift off. But good ending happening (sometimes)

Dream (DF) 1#
I dont remember this dream very well, only some pieces:
On the begin I remember my dream looked like GTA (IV or V). I had some shooting with cops and I went from outside to interior of building. In the end part of dream I saw something like HoI4 game. I saw "battle" between my and enemi tank divisions. My division won the battle but it lost entire ammo supply and organization and I started to think my template of division suck.

Dream (DILD) 2#

Non-LD part
My friend sent me to buy some food for our party. Some chips, alcohol etc. I started to count money he gave me and I return for more money then I went to shop. For some reason my dream changed scenery. It was just random moment - no after passing door nor rotate behind my backs. It looks like I have hole in memory bc I was walk forward to shop and my dream just changed. Now I was on my bike with half empty beer can. I wanted to drink some of beer but in last moment I saw police car passing me so I abandoned that idea (In my country drinking in public is illegal. And still I was on bike ) but police just passed me and nothing happened.
I parked my bike on car park and passed 4-5 cops. "What happened here? What is going on?" I asked myself. I saw one policeman is pumping something like industrial hosepipe. I ignored that fact and just entered to market. For some reason my other friend respawned with me (I don't know him from real life. Just random NPC). We walk through supermarket corridor and stopped at kebab kiosk to buy some fastfood. I checked the prices
-What the fuck, why evrything here is so expensive?!
-Because customers are buying it anyways
I was really hungry, my friend also. He ordered "rollo kebab hamburger". I ordered traditional polish cutlet in bread roll. After few moment cashier said:
-Here is your order
-That cutlet looks awfully. And where is roll? I ordered cutlet in bread roll
-No rolls for you!
-OKAY. SO I WISH REGULAR KEBAB AND DONT PISS ME OFF!
The cashier started making new order and he went to backroom. After few moments he come back
-My manager said everything will be prepare good but I cannot promise that he dont use his ass to mix your kebab sauce
After that I just make sure the cashier started my order and I just left the place without paying. He was calling me for money but I just ignore him

Lucid part
Scenery of dream changed. Now I was with my childhood friend outside. I started to think that something is wrong. That isn't the place where I should to be. I check where I am and I made reality check - it's dream. My friend told to me
-Lets go that way - he pointed direction with his finder
-No, no let go that way - I pointed my direction
-Nah, my way is better
-Okay then. See ya!
And I just flew away My friend was scared and I just flew away from him. It's was my fist time when I flying in LD with full control. The felling was so nice. And I can feel nice fresh wind on my face when I was flying forward. And the view of my city was wonderful. I decide to land on roof of the high building. I wanted this because it was abstract for me - just random flying person standing on the roof. In the meantime I trying to recall my three-step-goal but I failed. "Anyway - this is LD and I have fun! I dont care about step goals" I though.
When I was trying to land on the roof I recognize I have problem with that. So I decided to just fell down from circa 3-4m. I didint feel any pain and It was something new for me. In normal condition mistakes in my dreams are painfully. Anyway I reach my roof and again I look for my city view.
My friend respawned near to me. I saw his happy smile. He was proud of me.

It seems like every time I complain, my brain makes me eat those words the next day... not that I'm complaining

I watched the first How to Train Your Dragon two days ago and the second yesterday, in hopes that I could at least get points for the theme, even if I couldn't get lucid. It paid off!

Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
The main character was a girl who'd been betrayed countless times, there was a brief backstory showing all the betrayals but I don't remember them now. She befriended another girl I'll call Isa, because she reminds me of my childhood friend Isabella. But some stuff happened and Isa ended up partnering with yet another girl (I'll call her Partner), who was also trying to kill MC. MC felt betrayed even though she'd also found a new partner, and Isa wasn't participating in the fighting, and in the end Partner was the one who got beaten up. MC and her buddy ruthlessly broke her right arm and legs before fleeing the scene.

Partner was freaking out about her injuries, screaming and flailing around in agony. She called out for Isa's chiropractor who apparently lived in my loft, but a random Indian YouTuber came down instead. She asked if he could mend her broken bones and he said he could, but he wanted to "fix" her left arm first because it had "more wrist creases than the right."

She hesitated for a while, as her left arm wasn't broken and his reasoning didn't make sense to her. He arranged his equipment (toiletries and a laptop), then walked off somewhere. While he was gone Partner could see that his website was being revamped, as it was displayed on the laptop screen and changed before her eyes.

He returned and apologized, saying he'd had a "slow life" and didn't "get started" until now. (He was in his thirties.) Partner asked if he could just fix the broken bone, but he said he had to start with the wrist because of those creases. She was doubtful and worried he would damage the one unharmed limb she had left, but I think she was going to agree. I was stressed even as the nonexistent observer.

Not sure how this happened, but at the end there was something about good grades and upbeat music started playing, and then I woke up. It was 3:43. I jotted down some notes and attempted WILD.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
An artist was hired to go to China to paint "English drawings" on the subway. After she finished, she pulled on a lady's dress and begged her to look, acting really bothersome and creepy. But when the lady and everyone else turned to see, they were truly amazed, oohing and aahing at her work. It was supposed to be English art but it looked anime-style to me; there was even Sailor Moon fanart.

The subway morphed into a bus and I became a passenger. I was a child and so was everyone else there, around 10 or 11 years old. One girl had super pretty light brown hair, I remember staring at it from behind. The dream went briefly back in time and made it so that she had two little braids in her hair instead of it being completely down.

Even though her hair was beautiful, there was something off about it. She didn't quite look like a proper human being, the proportions and texture were slightly messed up. I remember thinking, Well, it's not real, so it makes sense. But I wasn't lucid.

We were dropped off at an abandoned ocean. As far as the eye could see there was only greenish-gray water, and a tall concrete wall atop a thin line of sand. Rope netting was strewn across its lower half. We swam across the water, nearly getting eaten by a sea monster but climbing up the rope just in time. None of us wanted to stand on the sand because it was too close to the water, and we weren't willing to risk falling in. So, we walked along the top of the wall, even if that was scary as well.

I had a conversation with a boy, some sort of pep talk. We were all confident that we would make it as long as we had support from... someone. I believe we were trying to get to that person.

Don't remember any transition, but there was a scene change. I was in my room, my age again, binging multiple shows at once. Most of them were anime, but one was a live action movie. My mom came in and I accidentally played the live action for a second, revealing that I was slacking off. She started lecturing me about grades but I distracted her by joking about the show and making excuses.

She told me that I had to construct dragons with some other people, one of which was my ESS classmate Jason. He was working hard; I was pretty lazy but there was a time skip and I had made three or four dragons, one of which was a combination of a small elephant plush and my dog Nile, except with wings. I named it Inukogun.

All the dragons were in my bed. My mom said we had to kill them and a scene from How to Train Your Dragon flashed through my head. A solemn mood fell over the group as she ordered us to pick one. Shippo (from Inuyasha) was there and he wanted Inukogun but couldn't remember its name.

He thought it would be embarrassing or offensive to admit that, so he looked through my notebook for the name and found it. I think I subconsciously helped him because I also wanted him to have Inukogun. They were both small and it would be cute.

My mom said I was mean for picking that name—she apparently spoke Japanese and "kogun" meant "loss of space." [I searched it up and it actually means something similar?!] Essentially, I was calling him a "waste of space dog." I said multiple times that it was short for shoukougun (like Irisu Shoukougun/Syndrome) and she teasingly mocked me.

Don't know when this happened but at some point I was flying around my neighborhood, talking to someone on the phone. They said, "Isn't it great?" referring to the way I pronounced something, but I don't remember anything else.

———

I woke up at 5:30. At first I didn't realize I had had a dream or that I was even awake, but eventually I came to my senses and wrote it down. Again I attempted WILD, but I fell asleep without realizing it.

———

Dream #3 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
There was a dragon named Strikeform. An expert on dragons identified his class, but I forgot the name. I awoke at 6:11 and like I said, hadn't realized I fell asleep. I was just lying there wondering when I would drift off. Then I noticed I was repeating "Strikeform" in my head over and over. Probably attempted WILD afterwards but I don't remember.


Dream #4 (Non-Lucid):
My dad was yelling at my brothers and my mom about having to leave to some place in Egypt. He stormed into the upstairs bathroom, some lady on his podcast shouting "I don't f**king care!" It was stressing me out and I hoped they would leave soon.

There was a dog stuffed animal in the room that somewhat resembled Nile. My dad's footsteps made it stand up and walk over to me. (It wasn't alive, it was just the force of his footsteps making it "bounce" in my direction.) I beckoned it and thought, It's almost like my willpower made it come to me. Like a dream. But I didn't become lucid.

Petting it made its tail move in a way similar to wagging. I thought it was weird but assumed that's just how it was made, that it was the result of highly intelligent gravity manipulation. I hugged it and felt glad that it wasn't alive.

Then I was on a sidewalk, still clutching it, trying to sleep. Except that image was just a flashback—in reality, I was telling Jude a story about how I tried to sleep on the sidewalk.

"I'm surprised. Aren't you always self-conscious about sleeping on sidewalks?" she asked. "You're always like, 'Aaah, what if they hate me for taking up all the walking space as if I were royalty, what if they kick me,' blah blah blah."

I laughed because she knew me well. "I was about to get to the part where I move to the grass."

And the flashback showed me doing that, but then my brother N left the room IWL and it woke me up. 6:40. I quickly went back to sleep after writing it down.


Dream #5 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I had a dragon in Berk that had pulled five people/puppies out of a river. Everyone in the village, dragon and human alike, bowed down to him. I woke up at 6:57 smiling with pride.

The reason this is a fragment is because for some reason I was under the impression that I had already written down the dream. but when I checked my DJ, there was nothing. (Oddly enough, the bookmark was placed at a random page away from the rest of the notes.) By the time I wrote it down for real, I had forgotten much of the details.


Dream #6 (Non-Lucid):
There were two siblings in my room, a brother and an older sister. The former was bound in these weird rectangular restraints—they encapsulated his whole body, making it look sort of like he was trapped in a ladder. He had been told that they were to help him walk, but actually, they were keeping something evil inside him sealed.

He somehow figured out they were unnecessary and started breaking them off, asking the sister why he needed them in the first place. She watched with a horrified look as his eyes widened, the irises glowing a bright purple. He looked at her menacingly… and my dad burst into the room, barking at me to hurry up and get ready. I hadn't been part of the dream, but now I was alone on my brother's bed, surrounded by the broken restraints.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled, and quickly got changed.

We had to walk somewhere in the middle of the night, but I had some sort of motorcycle and drove ahead of them. I zoomed along so quickly that shock waves exploded around me as I stomped on the gas. The bike had a mind of its own as well: when I told it to slow down or go in a certain direction, it did, albeit with some mischievous resistance. I remember freaking out a little because I couldn't find the handles and was just holding on to the headlight.

At some point I very nearly smashed into an oncoming train, slowing down just enough that it whooshed past me without making contact. I decided I was done with the reckless speeding and came to a stop, waiting for my brothers to catch up.

"Did you see that? I almost died just now!" I exclaimed. "You know what a train just grazing against your finger can do to a person?!"

They didn't really care, and a conductor came over, saying that another train was coming soon and we had to get out of the way. I saw tracks forming on the ground beneath us. He instructed us to stand on a horizontal girder beam and hold onto another one higher up.

"Turn around," he added. "Don't want dust, or worse, flying into your eyes."

We did. I was tempted to sit down, but it was a good thing I didn't (as a narrator graciously informed me), because the beams suddenly flew into the air, spinning and rotating and flipping upside down like a rollercoaster. I held on for dear life, unable to make a sound, until they returned to their original positions.

"Wow, that was horrible. I hated that and I never want to do it again," I said in a deadpan voice.

There were more people standing on the beams now, one of which was my third grade teacher Ms. B. A reporter was interviewing her and I made sparkly-eyes to show I knew her, saying to the person next to me, "That's my third grade teacher. She was mean."

I hadn't said it quietly, nor with malice. I was actually hoping she would hear so we could talk. She turned to me and didn't seem to recognize my name, but after some prompting from my mom, it came back to her.

She apologized for being so strict with our class, saying that as she aged she had become much more lenient and now she loved teaching kids. Her hair was graying and wrinkles were forming on her face. She really did seem like a sweet old lady.

The next person interviewed was someone from swim team named Umi, but in the dream he was named Umami. I did sparkle-eyes with him as well, and when I turned around some random guy was doing sparkle-eyes at me. I laughed awkwardly and looked away.

Umami bragged about how the kanji in his name fit him perfectly, and three kanji filled the "screen." The first two looked like fancily drawn pirate ships, which I guess was fitting since they're related to water which is related to swimming which is related to him.

Even Nile was on the beams, and he wanted to salute the interviewer. I was worried he would slip, but allowed it since he had both hind legs planted firmly on the bottom beam.

After some time we got down and walked with Ms. B to a small shop run by my neighbor Diana. There were free lollipops in a bowl so I took a red one; it was sweet and tasty. Ms. B offered to buy a ginormous peach for us, but before we could work out a deal, I woke up at 8:22 from my other brother leaving the room.

———

I lay in bed for 45 minutes trying to go back to sleep. At some point I heard a voice say, "If you want to fall asleep again, that'll be $14.99." I laughed, but I really couldn't fall back asleep after that.

So many dreams and no lucids... my daytime techniques must be lacking. Not to mention all those failed WILDs Well, I won't despair yet.

Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x4) - 4 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x2) - 1 point
Dragons theme - 5 points
Tonight's sum: 12 points
Previous sum: 3 points
Total: 15 points

I spend a lot of the time at work, interacting with a bunch of random stuff, this reflects in the dreams, they’re basically more of the same, that could be the reason why I’m not paying much attention, except for some events, every now and then

…/I’m in a place like the canteen although both bigger and darker, the dream scenario is blurry. Cannot say if it’s daylight or night due to I cannot see the outside. I notice a lot of people there, I’m walking around the mass. There’s a woman sneaking around us. It looks like a new employee of the HR area. One of my co-workers gets into the place. He’s unusually wearing a big jacket, like he’s coming from the outside. She stops him and arranges his jacket, then she takes a small bag out of one of his pockets. She asks about it. He grabs it and say: “That’s my bag of marihuana” and puts it back into his pocket. I’m like, he’s too confident with it. He goes on where he was going and I get immersed again into my activity of arranging random stuff/…

My recall and WBTB abilities have gone to shambles, just in time for the competition ...Actually, I noticed them deteriorating this past week, but I didn't expect it to get this bad.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I was in my bed, trying to fall asleep. (A false non-awakening, as Harlequin calls it, but I think I'll call it a false falling-asleep.) A baldish 16-19 year old guy was standing at the foot of my bed, smiling at me. I assumed he was a really strong hypnagogic hallucination, and even though I was creeped out, I acted friendly to avoid any bad schema.

He encouraged me to have a lucid dream, suggesting all sorts of techniques that I can't remember now. I said something like, "Don't forget about WILD," and he smirked confidently, walking closer.

———

That's all I remember, which is a shame since I'm pretty sure the rest of the dream involved dragons. I knew I hadn't been waking up naturally most days this week, so the night before I set an alarm for 4:55, but I don't even remember hearing it; I was just suddenly awake and staring at my clock.

I couldn't remember anything and spent the rest of the time trying to WILD, but I couldn't fall asleep. I would drift in and out every 5-15 minutes, though I must have been unconscious at some point because I had this dream.

———

Dream #2 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I was on a sandy beach in a videogame-like setting. I think I was running away from some responsibility.

I came across a patch of sand with crabs and turtles and some other creatures scuttling around underneath. They would occasionally pop up to the surface before burrowing in again. The dream switched to third person, and when a red crab emerged from the ground, I smashed it with a wooden hammer, killing it.

"Are you happy now?" I asked my mom. (I think it was her.)

A rectangular floating box appeared, prompting me to place an important ID card(?) on top of the crab. I wondered if it was a good-Samaritan choice that would benefit me in the future, but I didn't want to risk it, so I scorned, "That's stupid, who would do that?" I was just hiding my uncertainty.

There were some more turtles and crabs crawling around but I didn't kill them. I felt terrible. My dad started chasing me soon after.

———

I didn't remember either of these fragments until brushing my teeth in the bathroom. I'm glad because it brings my score up from a 2... to a 3... I tried to take a nap after coming home from school but I couldn't fall asleep.

Points:
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x2) - 1 point
WBTB - 2 points
Total: 3 points

My dreams were all over the place in terms of recall. Only remembering the last couple scenes from them.

1
First thing I remember is finding screenshots of several people I know online saying horrendous things. I don't remember what these things were.
After a memory gap, the very next thing I remember was being in this aquatic area, where I questioned why exactly I was there.. Then I woke into an FA, of course.
When I was in the FA, instead of checking if I was still dreaming, I decided to recall everything so I can journal it.
Then I woke up for real.

2
I remember getting delivered 'ETWOLD 2' in the mail. I immediately went to go read it in my bedroom.
When I opened to the first page, I couldn't read any of the words properly, dream-brain issue.
Got into an FA after that, where I finally figured out it was really weird to ever think there'd actually be a sequel to ETWOLD.
Drifted back into a regular dream plot, at my house.
An old friend of mine (that no longer lives in the area) was riding a bike down the dirt road.
Memory gap.
I was at a foreign location in some town, heading into a building. A dog followed me in, then I got kicked onto the ground by someone.
The dog promptly dove for my neck and ripped my throat out, wow.
Then I quickly drifted back awake, quite unphased by it all.

3
I was in a foreign building. There was various individuals from my old school, and maybe some family members.
I don't really remember what happened here, though.

Dream 1: +0.5
Dream 2: +1
Dream 3: +0.5
WBTB: +2

Last day of the week to work, as usual, the daily morning routine tends to erase all tracks of dreams. This time I’m performing a bit more of effort just after the first alarm goes off, in order to hold the memories of what was dreamed. Seems like SC2023 is giving a hand to push into the journals.
This time I was able to hold the last fragment of the last dream of the night… Day? Morning?

…/I’m doing something with a pile of stout templates, arranging them to fit the corners. I take the one from above, it’s the template for a rough plane. It mixes with the alarm clock, I’m still holding it while I’m trying to stop the alarm/… It’s my phone.

Big Dog Station
I'm in an airport waiting area. I'm on international travel but I don't know where to. There are some big dogs in the area. I think that S would be happy to see them. One is a big poodle-looking black dog. I also see a big long-haired german shepherd looking one. I'm talking to my brother on the phone, and he is responsible for my bag being missing. I'm upset with him because he made the decision to leave it behind so that I could make my flight. I tell him that there are things I need in the bag, like my $300 headphones and work ID.

Fragment
I have vague recollection of a smokey-train station as well. Most likely connected to the above dream about travel.

It has been a while since I don’t create new entries in this DJ, although I have some notes on paper and also some voice entries on other devices, I’ll try to put them here too.

First round - Barely recall something about this short dreams, first I’m holding an old big blue book, when I turned it to see the title, it’s a Bible. There was something about my work, I see one of the single adjustable tables on wheels that sometime I use there. Woke up for short

Second round - I woke up again to give the cat his early breakfast, then I was able to remember some details of this dreams, although complete forgot about what was it, perhaps something with my cousin. Then went back to sleep

Third round - I started to think about an upcoming concert of Scorpions wondering if I may go there, then started to think about their live music repertory I start to hear the songs as I wonder if they’re gonna play them, I see the live scene in the middle of the crowd in front of me, every time I change the song, the color set of the crowd changes then I fall asleep… …/We're visiting our neighbors in a city which is not related to them in WL. The house is on the first floor, and looks like the house of some friend of my childhood. Sometimes it’s night and sometimes it’s daylight around. I have an urge to go to the bathroom. There’s something on the WC that doesn’t let me use it. They have some blankets in the bath filled with water. I think it’s a good place to pee, it’s full of water and they’ll have to change the water anyway. One of their older sons gets in and walks through a door next to the WC, he sees me and laughs, I feel embarrassed. The bath turns into a bed and I see a little kitty walking between the blankets. It changes its shape into sort of mouse with fox head. It’s a weird little animal. I touch it with my hand for a while. It runs away. I go back to the garage where I want to put a metal pole standing on the floor. I try to glue it first, then I notice I can use some screws to hold it on its base. I’m wearing a couple of black slippers with cats ears, I find them funny although they’re not mine/…

These times I tend to forget all of the content right after waking up in spite of having the feeling there was a lot of activity. All I can remember from last night rounds is the last fragment just before waking up today:

…/A friend of mine had sent to me a new Facebook account friendship invitation once again, looks like he lost the password for the last one again/…

I was complaining yesterday, but today I rejoice, for I had an EPIC lucid dream! I reached the 30-minute mark of this podcast, right in the middle of their teleportation discussion. Slept at 11:30.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I wanted to refresh myself on the major and minor chords of piano for a summer program I'm enrolled in. I searched it up and found a forum similar to Dreamviews. Someone had posted a YouTube video explaining the chords, and other people were sharing their own specialties below.

———

The way I woke up was very interesting. I was mostly unconscious, in a half-dream state, when I thought, No wait, I need to wake up! and my eyes flew open. Not sure if I checked the time before or after writing down this fragment, but it was 4:58. I lay back down and after 5-10 minutes of getting comfortable, I started a WILD transition.

Now, I am not sure when it went from lucid daydreaming to actually being in the dream. Luckily I use the same green for both LDDing and semi-lucids, so it works out. But up until the blue, I really thought I was just daydreaming! (I now believe I was fully dreaming the majority of the time.)

———

Dream #2 (Lucid Daydream/Semi-Lucid; Lucid):
This is a dream.

That is the mantra I repeated each time I caught myself daydreaming. The first concrete scene I remember is someone explaining how every time Kagome from Inuyasha returns to the modern era, the feudal era ends! Rather than them existing simultaneously, she travels through time to the future, where everyone from the feudal era is long dead. As proof, they mentioned the episode where a Shikon Jewel shard was embedded in a tree in the modern era. The jewel only shattered into shards after Kagome's first visit, so clearly what happens there is the direct past of the modern era.

The scenery came into focus. Kagome was standing in the yard of her shrine-house, and a boy was explaining the above to her. He proposed that there might even be evidence of her from that time in this world. She quickly shot that idea down, but then he brought out a life-sized cardboard cutout of herself (apparently from the Feudal Era) and propped it in front of her.

Kagome's jaw dropped to the floor in shock, and she circled around the cutout, holding its hands and straightening up so she would be taller than it. Then they forgot about it and went to a restaurant.

I sat with them in a booth, thinking about telling someone how I distinguish between lucid daydreams and actual dreams. In a lucid daydream, I'm still aware of my WL body and can't see or feel anything clearly, but the plot is as random and elaborate as a proper dream... [Kind of ironic now that I can't tell.]

Kagome was telling the boy that gakuran uniforms were required for everyone in her old middle school. (She was a high schooler in this dream, wearing her usual seifuku.) I had never heard of that before, and the guy was confused as well. "Required?" he asked.

"Yeah," she confirmed, then stood up and left, presumably to get food.

"Guess she likes wearing a skirt now, though," he said to me.

"Yeah, well, it makes sense." I spoke with the affectionate tone one uses when they know a friend well. "I can just hear her voice in my head: 'I don't want to wear pants! A sailor uniform is way cuter!'"

He asked what I would choose, and I replied, "Gakuran, obviously."

"Huh," he said. I wasn't sure what to make of that, but then the "daydream" ended and moved on to the next.

My brother Z, best friend S, and I were in a hotel room S had booked for us. I didn't question it because I was still repeating the "this is a dream" mantra in my head. It was a nice, expensive-looking room. A bunk bed was pressed against the wall, and although S and a bunch of bags were on the top bunk, it was apparently mine. Z got the bottom bunk (which was concealed by an intricately designed blanket-curtain), and S got the regular bed next to us.

Eventually my brother and S left and I was alone in the room. I'm not sure about the order of events after this, but I'll try to arrange them in a way that makes sense.

I went to the bathroom and did my business, for some reason deciding to throw my dirty toilet paper in the trash can. [IWL I find that disgusting.] For a moment I got confused over whether it was really a trash can, since there was soap(?) in it as well. But then I saw a pile of TP and pushed it aside to dispose of mine, revolted that I had to touch it. I hurried to the sink, wondering why they had to make it so confusing.

Still, this place is so nice, I thought as I washed my hands. The faucet handles were the indented, circular type, and underneath the clear surface of the left knob was a casual pink color. Everything was so homey and comfortable, from the lighting to the furniture. There was even a couch in there! I wondered how S could possibly afford this, then reminded myself it was a dream.

Suddenly Shippo, Miroku, and Inuyasha appeared. Shippo was talking about how weird it was when Inuyasha flirted with him (he was possessed by a flea in that episode), but the reason he found it weird was either because he was a fox or a boy. Both Miroku and I were thinking, It's weirder because you're a child...

I told them it was okay because Inuyasha was brainwashed by a flea at the time and wasn't actually addressing Shippo. Some other stuff happened that I don't remember clearly; I think I touched Inuyasha's face and clothes to immerse myself/stabilize.

I somehow ended up in a place that looked like my living room but was still part of the hotel. There was a really muscular guy sitting in my chair. When he leaned forward I sat down behind him, though I wasn't sure why. He got offended and grabbed me, body-slamming me on the couch. I struggled to escape, but it was hopeless.

Luckily he transformed into a giant cob of corn. The weight on my chest reminded me of how some people describe sleep paralysis, and since I still thought I was daydreaming, I assumed the feeling originated from my physical body. I couldn't figure out why though, as I have been sleeping on my back for years and long gotten used to it. Nonetheless I tried to ignore it; I didn't want to give up the WILD.

I managed to roll the corn off of me and fell to my knees on the floor. Everything had become dark and unclear, so I stared at the coffee table, the couch, and a tissue box to re-stabilize. I wanted to hurry and transition into a full-fledged lucid dream, so I held the tissue box in my hands and tried to make it three-dimensional. It only worked a little.

Next thing I remember is sitting in the hotel lobby, clarity no longer an issue. There was a TV fixtured to the wall, displaying previews of Pinocchio-P songs. One of them was a creepy vampire-person bearing their fangs, and I worried it would seep into my dreams and give me my first nightmare in years. I turned away from the screen.

Then I had a false awakening in my bed, the same painful pressure from before weighing on my chest. Actually, it was worse this time—I could hardly breathe.

I struggled to sit up, telling myself without much hope, It's okay, this is a dream, this is still a dream. I did a nose-plug reality check and it worked effortlessly! It was so unambiguous that there was no question about it: I was (properly) dreaming!

Wasting no time, I climbed down from my bed and left the room, glancing at N on my way out. I tried to immerse myself in the scene but my vision became patchy, so I focused instead on my destination. I had run through my goals very quickly in my head and settled on snowboarding. I went down the stairs and headed for the front door, gravity so light that I might as well have been walking on the moon! I grinned from ear to ear 'cause it felt so cool.

I wrapped my hand around the handle and thought, Beyond this door is a snowy mountain, the same one I went snowboarding at in middle school. I remembered CanisLucidus's words and tried to imagine it in as much detail as possible. When I opened the door, though, it was only my neighborhood... except blanketed in snow and decorated with Christmas lights! Pretty awesome, but not what I wanted. (I wondered briefly if it would be cold but didn't want to waste time finding a jacket or boots.) I closed the door, intending to try again, but the wood had become glass. I doubted the technique would work if I could see what was outside, so I accepted my fate and exited the house.

After walking a short distance, barefoot yet not cold at all, I looked to my left and saw the snowy mountain right there! Complete with a ski-lift and everything! I sprinted to the top oddly quickly and saw that there were a bunch of kids snowboarding already. It appeared to be a competition, and reminded me of the LDing comp in less than a week.

The kids' stuff was scattered around in the snow, so I stole a snowboard out of a bag labeled "Olivia." It was light blue and on the small side but whatever. I looked around for socks and shoes, since I didn't think it was a good idea to strap myself in barefoot. I spotted a fuzzy pink pair of socks, but they were a bit thin and, frankly, ugly...

A little blond girl ran up to me, eyes sparking with excitement. "We're making some awesome socks over there! Wanna see?"

How useful, I thought. I smiled at her and said sure. She took me to her parents and I kind of forgot about the socks. The dad pointed to two other children and said, "This is her brother, and this is her identical twin sister."

The twin was a lot darker-skinned than the first girl, I guess because the mom was white and the dad was black. [I know that's not how identical twins work… 99.9% of the time.] Without warning, I woke up.

———

The clock read 5:28, so taking into account my time spent getting comfortable, I was only asleep for 20-ish minutes, same as yesterday. I was shocked because it felt like at least an hour! But I couldn't go back to sleep because I spent the rest of my time writing. (Wish I could use my phone... sigh.)

Anyway, this does count as teleportation, right? It's similar to the closet method, after all. Either way, IT WAS SO COOL!!!

Some sketches of the dream scenes:

(P.S. I have noticed when hovering over pics on my DJ, that they are named after random threads like "What is the nature of will?" and "The Unknown Dreamer" and "HALLOWE'EN". Does it appear that way for anyone else? I wonder what this one will be called.)
(Edit: It's "Why do you believe in God?" LMAO)