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    1. Pugosaurus - Autumn Competition 2023 - Night 12

      by , 09-14-2023 at 01:25 AM
      I was vaguely lucid because I got attacked by someone, used a protego (invisible shield/defense) spell and was annoyed by my magic never having visual effects in my dreams and about the need to explain (LARP-like) the effect to the opponent. Other than the lack of any visual effect, the spell worked well though. I even used it to push against the enemy (at that point it worked like an invisible wall without any need for explaining or roleplaying it). I don't know if I was lucid before that or if the use of the spell led to lucidity, either way it was still pretty low lucidity.

      A short time later, there was a FA. I was recalling the dream and writing notes. I figured out that I was still asleep, got up from the bed and RCed.

      I wanted to go to DreamPrague library but after getting up and taking a couple of steps, there was nothing urban and I had no visuals. By the time I managed to open my eyes and regain visuals, I was in a completely rural landscape and also alone, no DCs anywhere. For teleporting, I typically need something connecting me to the desired location, something that makes the change more believable (at least some buildings and door to go through or something obviously Prague-like… considering the landscape an urban park would probably work but I didn't get the idea), so I continued walking. The dream was still shaky and not very vivid, at one point, I walked through a young tree as if it wasn't there. For a while, I ran and enjoyed how running felt in my dream body.

      Then I arrived at a crossroad of two paths, still no buildings in sight. I decided to get some points in another way and looked for something to eat. There was a bush with white and red flowers and I tried both, but they were boring. So I went into a small woodland and looked for mushrooms. I found a nice boletus mushroom and took a bite. It tasted the same way as mushrooms smell in the autumn.

      I walked out of the forest and saw a huge animal in the distance. It had the head and face of a pug dog and the body of a hippopotamus or a large dinosaur and was as big as an average family house. Looks like fun, I thought and wanted to fight it, maybe jump on it Legolas-style. As I got close to it, I noticed it actually was on wheels and had these sets of huge tires instead of legs. I could easily run between the front legs, even though the tires were bigger than I was because the animal was too big to react to me. It tried to get its back legs together to trap me there and I stopped for a moment to think. Not having any obvious idea what to do next, I woke up.

      Updated 09-14-2023 at 01:41 AM by 98406

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    2. The Fall - Spring Competition Night 13

      by , 03-15-2023 at 12:04 AM
      At my grandmother's house. Thinking about how it is always summer in my dreams but a cold March in reality. I want to go out to check the garden. There is a guarding girl who doesn't want to let me out, I tell her that I have to go to school in half an hour anyway and she lets me go.
      I am in car with R. or maybe someone else, he takes a wrong turn and I am mad at him. I end up next to a mall with a group of schoolmates and I don't like it because I actually wanted to go to school. They want to go drinking. We argue in a small snack bar, right next to a railing of a mall atrium, several floors high. I say something bad to one of my schoolmates, Honza, a strong guy who weighs much more than I do. He gets mad and attempts to push me over the railing. We're struggling and the railing collapses. Seeing that I can't prevent the fall, I cling to him and take him with me. The dreams end before the fall actually happens, with us floating in the air.

      Waking up disliking the ending because earlier this night, I was thinking that I would like to fly again or jump from a height. I reimagine the feeling of floating in the air and successfully DEILD back.

      Falling. I slow the fall to levitation and land elegantly in a pirouette-like pose. I look for Honza and he's falling separately from me (and later than me, how convenient). I sent a rough burst of energy his way (this is like unaimed telekinesis, I am not counting it as a separate dream control because it works the same way), he bounces off it before reaching the ground like falling in an invisible trampoline, which gains me time and I catch him in more precise telekinesis and lower him slowly to the ground.
      Together with my schoolmates again, I want to eat something and there is a supermarket with cash registers right next to us. There is a woman paying for her shopping and putting it in her bag. I see a truss of tomatoes there, take them (she ignores me) and put one in my mouth. I give the rest of the truss to my friends.
      The tomato is awesome. Not really summer levels awesome but tasty and juicy. The sensation of eating it, including the juices bursting in my mouth and the texture of the seeds is so vivid and realistic that it makes me extremely happy. I want to share my happiness with one of my friends but she goes away and I quickly lose sight of her.
      I decide to move on the 3-step tasks. The plan is to summon a potion and drink it. I check my pockets and find a bunch of thread spools but no potion.
      I walk up stairs of a road overpass that should take me back to the higher floors of the mall because I am in the mood for more flying. On the way there, I also check the pockets of my cardigan and find two bottles there but they are lip gloss, not potions. I try to put it on my lips and it is extremely slimy. The bottle also leaks and the stuff spills everywhere.
      I wake up, consider another DEILD attempt but decide to journal the dream instead.
    3. Teleport Practice - Spring Competition Night 2

      by , 03-04-2023 at 02:26 AM
      I decided to include other notes from the night and also some bits of my PR lore this time. For the lucid, see the red part.

      Lights off - a little bit before 4 am
      Falling asleep - quickly, a little bit after 4 am

      Awakenings and recall
      7:02 - several fragments
      some awake time because of the cat
      9:13 - 1 fragment
      10:39 - 1 long chunk of the dream (almost getting lucid) and 1 shorter fragment
      a little bit of WBTB time
      11:54 - 1 fragment
      12:35 - 1 fragment (again almost getting lucid)
      13:45 - final waking - quite a lot of non-lucid content but very chaotic, three dream plots mixing together, then getting lucid

      Lucid (DILD)
      Chaotic non-lucid. Slowly getting semi-lucid (understanding that I have powers and wanting to practice them). I also believed I had investiture from Brandon Sanderson's Cosmere. I was running, feeling the energy, and then I decided to practice teleporting.
      During my first attempt, my mum was talking to me and I had to start again.
      I was standing in a kind of portico of a house or a garden gazebo with several steps leading down. I decided to use Welsh for a spell phrase - "Llwybr allan", meaning a path out. Obviously lucid at that point, I remembered Mzzkc's dream control advice from the day before and added the emotion of how it should feel to teleport away and stopped overthinking the schematic part, I simply stepped through with the intention of a movement somewhere else (nothing specific, just a significantly different location).
      I closed my eyes to make it easier and walked the steps down. I could actually feel something like a shaky barrier.
      When I opened my eyes, I was standing on a street in a city looking like Prague*. The portal behind me changed to a solid wooden door of a townhouse.
      There was a tram stop, so I tried to find out where I was. The sign was "Pencil Square". I was thinking about how to get back to my friends and wanted to check the tram timetables but then I decided to try the teleport again, thinking that it could "remember" the way back.
      I went to the door but two people approached me, a man and a woman, looking aggressive. They wanted me to go with them, acting like a sort of dream police. I hesitated and the woman pulled out a knife, telling me: "If you want to resist, I have this." I wanted to say that I can resist that too and was trying to think of some good dream control idea. Unfortunately, I woke up.


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      *If I stick with my PR lore, this was Dream Prague, a place where I staged most of my efforts against the Dark Lord (persistent evil DC, but he isn't limited to the Dream Prague realm, he is a traveler, or a realm-hopper, as most powerful DCs are).
      But if I want to see it that way, who were the two people who tried to arrest me and what is going on there? I haven't been there for quite a long time and was doing different goals, mostly ignoring the Dark Lord. But I was told in a different dream that he plans something.

      Illustration - me, Midjourney
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    4. Last Minute Points - Winter Competition Night 14

      by , 12-18-2022 at 01:25 AM
      I was with a friend and we were touching a little bit. I figured if it was a dream, it would have gone a lot further.
      Then I thought: This can't be a dream, right? And I slowly realized that not only can it be, but it was.

      I was in my childhood home, in my grandmother's bedroom. The house is a two-generation house, with kitchens on both floors.
      I quickly wanted to score some points, so I went into the kitchen and found a piece of old bread. It was pretty nasty and dry, maybe even starting to mold. I swallowed one bite with great difficulty.
      Then I decided to complete the third task of the 3-step task (element manipulation), I considered air but chose fire. I wanted to turn on the stove to start with the existing flame, but it was old and obviously not working.
      I went downstairs to the other kitchen. My grandmother was there and she had some sort of roasting pan on the stove. I gently pushed her away, she protested, and I said I just needed to do something.
      I was going to ignite one burner, but several started burning. I tried a hand gesture to put out one of the burners. It worked, but it wasn't clear if the flame had gone out because of the movement. So I put my hand over the other burner, held it still, and gave the fire a mental command to die out. The fire disappeared without a trace.
      I wanted to try again just for fun, but I couldn't get the stove to turn back on. It suddenly acted like an electronic device with a graphic display and didn't cooperate at all.
      That gave me the idea to try using an electronic device. I asked my grandmother if I could borrow her phone. Noticing her phone on the line, I picked it up, but it was just a dumb phone. I wanted to go back upstairs and try to use my smartphone.
      But grandma had enough and stopped me. As I struggled, she grabbed me around the neck with her elbow. I bit her arm but she ignored it. Opportunity for DC mind control! I straightened up, calmed down, and said, "You're gonna release me and let me go." Grandma started to squirm, but she still held me. I said again, "You release me and let me go." Grandma let me go, curled up in a ball, and sobbed, "I hate this, I hate this."
      I ran back upstairs and found my phone. Only it wasn't my phone. I was worried it wouldn't respond to my fingerprint, but it woke up. I got the home screen, touched it, and went to the apps menu. There was a green icon in the middle that had the label tax, so I selected it because I was curious to see what it was.
      Then I woke up.
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    5. Women's Institution - Winter Competition Night 12

      by , 12-13-2022 at 08:42 PM
      The non-lucid dream had a Handmaid's tale vibe, not negative though, however weird it sounds. I mention this because it affected the location of the lucid.

      I got lucid via fake DEILD. It's becoming a pattern for me - I start to review and recall a dream while still dreaming. Because I am in my thought, the location usually fades to parallel vision or disappears completely and I am not really present. And because I am already conscious, waking up is very soft. This all ad to me doing this without even noticing.

      Anyway, this night, the intention was to prioritize DEILD and V-WILD over recall.

      Being in a nice cafeteria next to a pool, I was thinking how nice it would be to be there lucid. I started to imagine more details and walking around, assuming it was just a visualization. For a moment, I was thinking how to make it lucid, touching a wall next to me and my body for stabilization. No signs of real life, so I concluded I was already lucid.

      I walked away from the pool, down an empty corridor. After a while, there were some windows and I was wondering if I was strong enough to eat something like a dry dead fly for points. I looked at the parapet and found a flower - that would be surely better than a dead fly - but I wasn't in the mood for eating that either and considered going back to the cafeteria.
      I also considered punching the window, to get points for superstrength, and then trying superspeed. But I disliked the place and decided to walk a bit more before trying something.
      Following the corridor, I suddenly heard a female voice. So I went back but the woman noticed me and went after me, trying to stop me. I passed a bathroom door on my right and entered, quickly considering peeing (I felt like I needed to, a feeling leaking in from real life) but it was a dead end, so I didn't do it and continued to try to escape from the woman. The area around me become a big dormitory. The whole location was some kind of a women's institution and I wasn't supposed to walk there freely, the woman was a guard or maybe a nurse.

      I woke up shortly afterward.

      Back to sleep and to more non-lucid dreaming.

      At the end of the next dream, I felt awake. Sitting next to an attractive guy...

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    6. Pedro, the Waterbender - Winter Competition Night 10

      by , 12-11-2022 at 08:58 PM
      The non-lucid dream ended, my final waking. At the same time, I was chewing on an oak leaf, trying to earn some last-minute points. Was it a visualization or was it still a dream? The leaf was tough and tasteless.

      I started to run. This could turn it into a dream or stabilize it. And as I was analyzing it, I was sure I couldn't feel my real body or any signs of real life leaking in - I was dreaming, running through my childhood neighborhood!

      I decided to taste another leaf, this time from a red Japanese maple. It was softer that the oak leaf but still with papery texture and only a mild earthy and woody taste, reminiscent of the smell of decaying leaves in autumn. To get some minor points in, I also did a reality check, even though the run probably already covered the points for stabilizing/RC.

      Noticing that the dream was nicely solid, I choose to move on to the three-step task.

      I raised my hands a bit, slowly turning around, looking up and talking to the skies and the whole of the dream around me: "Hey Dream. Give me a waterbending master or expert on water magic." Not many people were around and I felt unsure about this. Then I saw some people coming from the side street and one of them approached me, smiling. He had tan skin, dark hair and a round friendly face, looking Hispanic. "Are you him, the waterbending master?" I asked. He nodded and joined me. I don't think he told me his name but later in the dream, I knew his name was Pedro.

      We were walking towards my childhood home.
      "How much experience do you have?" I asked.
      "Six or seven years," Pedro answered.
      "Six or seven years to become a master bender? That's not bad." I think I expected someone with tens of years of experience but this sounded good too.
      I got worried about no water in the area but Pedro pointed towards a nearby ragged area with water puddles glistening between grassy mounds. He approached one of the puddles, squatted next to it, dipped his fingers in, and asked, shaking the water off his fingers: "Do you know, where this water comes from?"
      "Uhm, from the air?"
      "Yes." He started to talk about rain and water in a philosophical way which made me impatient. There simply wasn't enough time to learn deeply about water.
      "Can you tell me how to do this?" I asked, interrupting him. He shook his head, probably disliking my unwillingness to appreciate his approach to teaching.
      I tried to draw the water towards me but failed. So I run to the other puddle, wanting to try to create waves. After failing at that, I splashed the water to get some initial waves that I wanted to amplify. But shockingly, there was a drain and the disturbance of the water caused by me made all the water drain out. And the first puddle somehow disappeared too.

      On my right side, there were now people, sitting in rows, possibly watching something. I stepped through them, Pedro following me and watching me. One of the men there had a bottle of water and I asked him to pour a little bit into my hands. In a dream a couple of days ago, I was told that my power was to manipulate the surface tension of water. So I asked the water in my hands to stay as a round ball and I threw it into the air.
      It flew high and then dropped back down, falling on the head of some unfortunate lady. It somewhat worked, the water stayed together, but I saw it more as a fail because it was far from impressive.

      The next part of the dream was confusing. My activities attracted some unwanted DCs' attention. More specifically, they started to chase me and looked like they wanted to arrest me. I found a swimming pool that was covered with thick plastic and started to uncover it. Pedro was still with me but didn't interfere in any way.
      I was sitting on the edge of the pool. Unable to do anything with water in it, I considered jumping in, knowing that I can't drown. DCs had unusual guns and tried to shoot me with some weird projectiles but I managed to dodge. Unable to see anything to gain from jumping into the pool, I somehow retreated.
      Pedro was on his way out too and I called out to him to wait for me and together, we left the scene.

      The last part of the dream was kind of a debrief. Pedro looked differently, maybe it wasn't even him anymore. We were talking about waterbending only allowing subtle changes. But that was in real life. I said: "But in a dream, I should be able to do more with it." And he said: "In a dream? Yes, you should be able to do more in a dream."
      Then the dream ended.
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    7. Land of Cats - Winter Competition Night 4

      by , 12-05-2022 at 04:33 PM
      05/12/2022

      The non-lucid part of the dream was a jumble of people interactions and I only remember a couple of scenes.

      I was standing in a queue for some kind of club or a party. There was some kind of an entry or a teleportation device, I couldn't really see what was behind it. It was letting people in only very slowly and there were no people coming out. I worried about too many people being inside already but others just assumed that there is a different exit.
      There was a boy ahead of me, who managed to cut the queue in a very smart way, no one noticed. I knew him and he winked at me and I knew he wanted to help me to get in sooner too.
      Then suddenly, something distracted other people in the queue and they run towards the distraction. Happy about the opportunity, I entered the teleportation device.
      At this point, I knew I was dreaming and I knew it was supposed to teleport me to the party, it wasn't just an entry. It was like a sack that was way too small for me but I could stretch it and pull it around myself, it was a very weird process. When I managed to fully get in/pull it over myself, so that I was in complete darkness, I started to see the new scene. Then the feeling of being squished in a sack disappeared completely and the new scene became solid around me.
      I was happy, I knew I managed to actually teleport. My lucidity was low though. I remembered the competition, I knew that teleporting was a task, and I also knew I wanted to do more to get points but I wasn't really thinking.
      The place was a forest with various beasts, mostly felines. There were tiny tigers (20cm from head to tale), somewhat disturbing. Then I saw a lion, a normal full-size lion, which was even more disturbing, but it was behind a fence. Suddenly, it run towards me and it run right through the fence. It didn't attack me immediately but I wanted to get away from it. I considered letting it eat me/attack me but couldn't think of any way how to gain points from it, so I decided to fly away instead.
      There was a path that lead to high ground, perfect for taking off. I tried to fly but struggled with it (losing altitude quickly, clothes blocking the movement of my hands). So I tried a different way - while still in the air, I turned on my back, seeing only the sky above me, completely ignoring the ground. I flew like that, very quickly, copying the shape of the steep slope of the hill. It was like sledding on a cushion of air. I knew I was just a little bit above the ground because I touched it briefly and I could also feel some small stones that got blown up by the speed of my movement.
      I landed under the hill, quite comfortably on both legs, although I still had some momentum and the world felt like spinning. Before it settled down, I woke up.
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    8. 27 October - Fun with my clone

      by , 10-27-2021 at 11:56 PM
      WILD. Vibrations. Suddenly, I feel like I am standing, I reach with my hand and can feel a wall with wallpaper to my left and a carpet under my feet. No vision yet.
      I follow the wall with my hand and take a few steps. I want to open my eyes, but it feels risky. Instead, I stabilize my dream body - I touch my face and proceed downwards. I begin to see. I inspect my body and legs under my nightie - everything looks realistic.

      I decide to try the TOTM task - have fun with your clone. My plan for this is to use a mirror to clone myself, pulling my image towards me. And maybe repeat it a few times.

      I walk around the room and look at the bed. My body and R's are there. There's a wardrobe next to it where a large mirror should be. I think to myself, there should be a mirror here, and when I look again, it's there.
      My reflection looks slightly different than me but nice.
      "Hi," I tell her. "Give me your hand."
      She stops mimicking me and takes on a life of her own (good!), but there's still a glass wall between us. I reach out to take her hand, but the mirror is solid. I remind myself that the mirror doesn't exist and try to use more force, but the glass doesn't let me do it.
      Then there's a big TV next to it, which I can stick my hand in without any problem. The stuff inside feels slightly wet and foggy.
      The mirror also changes size and position whenever I turn around.
      R, meanwhile, has woken up. I talk to him for a while and ask if he knows how to get my other me out of the other side of the mirror. He offers no advice.
      I decide to kiss the other me. For the first second or two, I feel cold glass, but then I feel soft and warm lips. I make it into a long kiss with my eyes closed, as a silent goodbye.

      I leave the room and want to go to the workshop to give the chance to the ring task. Is it even possible to do two tasks in one dream? I don't know, but I don't care, and the cloning didn't go as planned anyway.

      I walk through a couple of rooms that aren't in my house IRL. The last room has an industrial feel, with rough walls, a series of steps to a lower level, and a tiled floor. The door to the workshop isn't where I expect it to be, which confuses me for a moment, but then I see a door a little further to the right - it's glass, sliding, with a motion sensor. When I walk up to it, it opens.
      The workshop is a lot bigger than IRL, but a little darker. There are three benches, one with semi-finished jewellery on it.
      I look for some material suitable for a ring. On one of the benches is a large piece of gold, more bar than wire, high karat (18k or even 22k). It looks too thick for a ring, but I take a closer look. It's at least 10mm thick, definitely too thick for a ring.
      While I'm thinking I wouldn't even be able to bend it, I wake up.


      Notes:
      - While being completely invested in getting my reflection from the mirror, I completely missed that there was another me in the room that could be used as my clone - my body in my bed! I have to try to "wake up" my "real body" one day!
      - That chunk of gold would be worth something around $50,000. I certainly wouldn't mind finding something like that IRL
    9. 26 September - Control struggles and TOTM

      by , 09-26-2021 at 07:26 PM
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      Failed WILD (light vibrations, I thought that nothing happened but I was probably dreaming about being in bed at that point or very shortly after).

      I'm in bed. I get up and walk out of the room through a hallway. Something feels off. The movement - it's slightly slower and smoother. Am I dreaming? I raise my hand to do a nose plug RC but don't even finish it, the movement has a definite weird feel. I step into the room across from the bedroom where I slept and immediately know it isn't supposed to be there.
      The room looks like a combination of my childhood bedroom and the bedroom in my in-laws' apartment.
      What was I going to do? Trumps! And something else, but I can remember that later.

      Trumps come from the Amber book series by Roger Zelazny. In the books, they are tarot cards used for communicating with the person in the picture and also for teleporting.
      I've always loved Amber and came across the idea of using Trumps in one of FryingMan's posts. If I can get them into my dreams, it would be a neat tool for summoning DCs and for teleporting.

      I try to get the cards out of my pocket. But I don't seem to have any easily accessible pockets. I remember the sweatpants that I wear IRL now - they have zippered pockets. I feel the zipper and unzip it. From inside, I pull out an old tissue.
      I face a desk. There's a black phone on it, and music is playing. It's something modern, pop/techno/dance, mostly beats, I don't like it, but it's an original song and that's what gets my attention. I pick up the phone and say, "Play some rock." The music stops, but nothing new starts. "Classic rock," I specify. Nothing.
      I leave the phone alone and return to the contents of my pockets. More pieces of tissue. A small piece of lined paper, as if cut from my DJ, but blank. Nothing more.
      A DC enters the room. He wants to know what I'm doing with the phone. I pick it up again and say, "Play something." Now it works - the phone starts playing something techno-like again.
      The DC walks to the other end of the room, where he joins another DC who was already there. I wonder what to do next. TOTM! I look around the room - the other DC is now just a little closer. I walk up to him and ask "What part of my subconscious do you represent?"
      He looks at me in great surprise. "I don't know," he says, throwing up his hands. He turns to the other DC, but then turns back to me and says "Mrzoprs" with effort. I'm not sure I've understood correctly. "What?" "Mrzoprs," he repeats.


      "Mrzoprs" is a nonsense word, but if I assume Czech etymology, it could be loosely translated as "regretboob" or "grumpyboob".

      OK, enough. I have more goals to do.
      I go out into a big atrium. My next goal needs me to fly. But my lucidity and concentration have dropped significantly and I'm having trouble getting airborne, as well as problems with my clothes getting in the way.
      Then I get distracted by a friend who finds my attempts amusing.
      Nothing else interesting happens.
    10. 18 September - The longest lucid so far

      by , 09-19-2021 at 11:01 PM
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      A considerably shortened version, it was 20-30 minutes dream

      A very nice non-lucid in the 4th cycle, very light and mostly conscious sleep afterward. After an hour, I feel the 5th REM trying to start (vibrations starting and dissipating), but my mind is a bit too awake. I cuddle up with R. A minute later, vibrations again, and I finally relax into them.

      The beginning
      I see grey blurry spots and R is holding me tightly from behind (IRL we are in a spoons position, with his arm over me). I can barely move. Am I dreaming already? I don't want to risk moving in reality or opening my real eyes, so I close my dream eyes for a moment. But then it feels pretty stable, so I try to free myself. R holds me tighter and won't let go. I have to wrestle with him, and gradually the visuals come in, grey and blurry at first, then clearer and sharper. I throw him to the ground. He's lying under the table, all I can see of him are his legs. I want to unsummon him with a snap of my fingers, but I can't snap, so I just leave the room and forget about him.

      TOTY
      In the hallway, wondering what to do next. I don't expect anything from the dream, I have an unstable sleep in the morning as it is, and if R moves in reality, he'll wake me up.
      TOTY comes to mind first, I don't expect to finish it, but why not try.
      I walk into a larger room where a lot of old people are sitting at tables.
      I call out, "Hey Dream! Superhero time!"
      "Who can tell me what superhero I am?" I ask.
      Two old men raise their hands. I point to one of them. He says something to me, but I don't understand. I lean over to him to repeat it, but I still don't understand. I call out the other. He says something that is more of a feature than a name.
      "It's about the name. I am a superhero. Do you know my name?"
      His eyes light up, he understands, he nods. He doesn't look old anymore, more middle-aged.
      He says four French words.
      Oh. Okay. "Could you repeat it?"
      He repeats it slowly, and I say it after him. Word by word, sometimes he corrects me. We spend about a minute on it. Then I repeat the whole thing. He nods.
      Nice. I start to ask about my powers but realize that's the second task. I ask about the costume and get the answer that it's in a cupboard there.
      The entire wall behind the tables is made up of cabinets with doors, drawers, and compartments. I open a few and find random things, but nothing like a costume.
      I walk out of the room, down a wide corridor, and there I see a toy store. That looks good. And I see a costume rack!
      First on the rack is a burgundy dress with ruffles. Nice, fantasy, but not exactly superhero style. The second is a child's spiderman costume, that's closer, but it's not quite my size.
      The customer who was talking with the saleswoman leaves, and I ask her:
      "I am a superhero. Do you have a costume for me?"
      She nods and hands me a toy wrapped in clear plastic. It's a bee, with a black and blue striped body and red details.
      I'm confused. "Do you want me to use the colours? To have something made in these colours?" She nods.
      Behind her stands a man, thin, stern-looking. He says something like I know there's a message there.
      I walk out of the shop. I unwrap and take apart the toy, nothing.
      But okay. Good enough. I continue out of the building, repeating the French name to myself. I should wake up and write it down, but no... I don't want to... I'll probably wake up soon anyway.

      On my way out
      I walk down the wide staircase, repeating my name to myself. I look around and suddenly I'm confused - where am I? Am I awake? Or still in a dream?
      I do a nose plug RC and it fails. WTF. This again? (It failed for me for the first time 8 days ago.) I look at my hand and I have a sixth finger. That's better.

      Flying
      After training in a few previous shorter dreams, I'm getting much better at the swimming technique of flying. I take off, below me is a nice park built into a slope, further ahead are some fish ponds and behind me is a city.
      I'm practicing faster flying (I'm still not good at that) and flying upwards, at altitude (slowly, but steadily). For a while, I just float on my back and fool around. Some people in sport suits run by, there's an air-running race going on. Then I try to spin and create a tornado, but I can't get enough speed.

      Underwater exploring
      I remember the goal of underwater exploring and fly into one of the ponds. It's deep enough to put me underwater. But it's extremely muddy, I can barely see anything. There are frogs croaking around. I try to breathe, and I have to remind myself that in a dream, you can breathe underwater. I can, but it's uncomfortable, a bit like inhaling mud. I have to keep reminding myself that it's possible. I don't like it in there, so I fly out. Better to try this in the sea, which has better associations. I sense the sea beyond the city, so I head there.

      Chatting with KD and Vikings
      I end up on some street with street food stands.
      I try to recall the superhero name. Was it Jamon (with ch/[x] sound)? No, that’s ham in Spanish. It was French J. I vaguely remember the rest of the words too but I am not really sure.
      My friend KD is there.
      "Don't you mind that you sleep and dream too much?"He asks.
      "I'm dreaming right now," I reply.
      He voices some more criticism of my supposedly unhealthy lifestyle, but I shrug.
      "Don't you think you've been here too long?"
      For a moment I feel time dilation like I've been here for hours, but my rational self is quickly back and I estimate the time so far at 20-30 minutes.
      There is now a wooden table next to me with a bunch of Vikings drinking beer.
      KD continues, "What about your body, how do you know you're ok, what if you're in a coma?"
      The Vikings are more interesting.
      One of the Vikings is trying to rip a piece of wood from a bench to use as a wooden sword to fight me. I don't know if I want to fight. He has long dark hair and a Viking haircut. I kiss him on the mouth.
      "Is this what you want?" He asks, a little surprised.
      He gets up and walks around the table away, I go with him.


      And I finally wake up.
      Not remembering the name at all.

      Total time IRL between cuddling up with R and waking up - 30 minutes.
    11. 30 August - Mountains, flying and night sky

      by , 08-30-2021 at 09:23 PM
      comment dream lucid

      After a week with my new Fitbit, I evaluated my sleep patterns (which is how it should be used rather than obsessing about specific data… a note to myself) and completely changed my strategy for the night.
      Simply, instead of focusing on the 6th-8th hour of sleep, I decided to focus on the 1st REM period and then on the 4th-6th hour - parts of my sleep that aren’t completely messed up yet.
      So, the idea was an auto-shutoff alarm (vibrations only, 1 second… this wakes me up most of the time but doesn’t wake my husband) for the 1st REM period (fail, I wasn’t dreaming, light sleep only) and the second alarm for WBTB after 4 hours of sleep.

      I had problems staying awake… only did a quick MILD.
      Then a lot of really good dreaming. On and off, with a couple of very short awakenings.
      Awakening again, from a NLD. Time for a LD. I use the “I am dreaming” mantra but only manage to say it twice...

      I am standing on a cliff, on the edge of some deep cwm (amphitheater-like glacial valley). It could be Snowdonia, but it looks a bit wilder, maybe the Scottish Highlands. Some of the slopes are grass and gravel, some steep rocks. I remember my plan to fly. This is a great place to fly. And it's a dream, right, so I can fly, right? I look around again and the sub-optimal vividness makes it obvious.
      It's that weird part of the day that only exists in some lucid dreams - too dark to be day, too light to be night, but it's also nothing in between... more like both night and day combined.
      I jump off the cliff and want to fly. But I'm wearing a nightgown that completely blocks my movement like a straitjacket, so I can't spread my arms and I am losing altitude. In-flight, I take off my nightgown and throw it away. I'm naked now, but who cares here. I've lost too much height and I land softly on the ground. I notice I still have some stupid slippers on and I take them off too and throw them away.
      Ahead of me is a rockface and some large boulders, I see a cave at its base. I feel drawn to it. But I tell myself no, the plan is to fly, I can come back here later.
      I jump up twice. During the third jump, I remember my mini-goal - to look at the night sky, so I do a backflip and look up. There are little swirls everywhere. I focus more, wanting to see some space objects, and I see little planets with rings. Cool. I'm slowly floating on my back, looking at it in awe.
      I get down on the ground again, really tempted by the cave, but I'm not sure if it's still there. I remember the permanence schema - it's always been there, and surely, it's still there.
      I turn around and the cave is where expected, I walk towards it. There's a person I “recognize” as my companion inside. He has my discarded clothes and some camping gear. I can't fit in there with him inside, so I leave it to him. I want to try flying again.
      But as soon as I turn and walk away from him, the dream fades.


      After awakening, I regret not taking time to stabilize or to try to increase vividity. I was a bit like a kid in a candy shop there.
      Technique-wise, I am not sure, what it was. DEILD? I wasn't completely lucid from the first second, but I still had the self-awareness carried on from the micro-awakening.
      I know that the awakening happened in the middle of the REM period, so perfect timing.
      There is also a possibility of the awakening being a FA.

      Updated 08-30-2021 at 09:27 PM by 98406

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    12. 25 August - White plush rabbit

      by , 08-26-2021 at 12:19 AM
      comment daydream/forming dream fully dreaming and lucid

      WILD/V-WILD

      Thinking about lucid dreaming when awake at night… and as a result, having problems with falling asleep… my brain goes into the WILDing mode. I experience vibrations two or three times. I can tell I am due for a REM period. I experience forming dreams when I can feel the dream body and sensory perception from the forming dreams but I am neither able to relax into it nor force my way in. I remember I usually need movement or action to do this but I am not able to get anything going.

      I try to relax more to be able to fall asleep normally. The fact that I am close to my usual waking time makes it harder but I still have time to get some sleep.

      There is a daydream or a forming dream. I am on a meadow and there are three men with swords. I decide to run. Running is what I need to get immersed in it, even though it feels weird to start a dream by being chased.
      I'm running downhill, there are forests all around. But I'm not gaining any distance, quite the opposite. It's not vivid, it has more of a daydreamy feel. I run into the woods, but I realize that the woods are going to be bad for sword-fighting, and I don't have much choice but to face them.
      Suddenly I'm back in the meadow and trying to catch my breath. I draw my sword. Three men stand in a quarter circle in front of me. I know I have to move to stand a chance against three, but I'm already out of breath. However, since I assume this is still only a daydream, I can cheat and imagine the way I want it. I'll cross swords with the first two, break through the guard of the third, who I manage to surprise, and thrust my sword into him. It still feels like I'm imagining it and not very realistic.
      Then I back away from the other two. One comes after me and I somehow lose my balance and am on the ground. Suddenly a large, humanoid, white, plush rabbit is standing between me and the man. The man tries to push him away, but he can't. Then suddenly I see the man on the ground and the rabbit is sticking a long, thin rapier into his neck.

      I touch the grass around me and feel that the dream is now solid. I can feel the grass, nothing else, and I'm happy I got in. I consider doing something else for a moment, but this scene deserves a continuation. I look around and see that I can't quite see clearly and that the dream feels unstable. I grab the grass again. I want to stabilize the dream more - a little further away lies the severed head of one of the men. I crawl on my hands and knees to it and grab it, it feels more like a toy than realistic.
      I stand up and look around again. I don't see the third man anywhere (was the head his?). I walk over to the rabbit. He has a human face now, but still has the vibe of a plush rabbit.
      I thank him for his help, shake his hand/paw, and ask, "Who are you?"
      He answers something about some mistakes. It's hard to understand him.
      I say, "Yes, I've made mistakes, everyone makes mistakes. But I ask, who are you?"
      He smiles, looks very happy, and seems to realize what I am asking. But he just says more incoherent words.
      I sigh, wondering why it always has to be this way and consider trying to ask again.

      But I start to feel myself waking up.

      BTW I have a new Fitbit to play with (chosen after reviewing several trackers vs. polysomnography studies). It is bad with awake vs. light (biased towards light) and with light vs. deep (also biased towards light) but it is pretty good with REM. It tracked this REM period as being 4:30 long.
    13. 4 August - 1st time flying and TotM

      by , 08-05-2021 at 08:03 PM
      comment non-lucid (shortened) lucid

      I was sitting at a table with a guy I liked and I asked him something (in Czech). I realized that I was in an international group and that he wouldn't understand me, but that if it was a dream he would understand me. He asks me some follow-up question, which makes it unclear if he didn't understand or misheard. I answer it in English. He answers in Slovak, which satisfies me - it makes sense that he understood my Czech. I continue talking to him in a mix of Czech and English.

      I used to have some language-induced LDs. These days, similar situations usually end as only semi-lucid (I know that people in my dreams understand everything). This was almost there…

      In another dream, I'm running errands in Prague, walking down a street in the centre, I want to catch a tram. I think about the previous dream - I set an intention for the next night so I don't make the same mistake again. Anyway, it's a pity that I haven't managed to fall asleep again after that dream, otherwise, I would have had a good chance...
      ...How do I know this isn't a dream? It doesn't seem likely to me that it is. But thinking about it, I don't really have any reason to be here...
      RC confirms. Nice.

      I'm in the mood for a different experience today than yesterday. I recall Sageous's thread and the memory exercise. I know I'm not in Prague, and I know I'm sleeping. I recall my birth year. Then the exact date of birth. Easy. Highly lucid, I think, ready for anything
      (not as much as I thought at the time, but it wasn't bad).
      Goals? TotY, TotM, and teleportation training. I tell myself that TotM - asking a DC which part of my subconscious they represent - is easy and a good place to start.

      I turn the corner and approach a woman. I excuse myself and ask her, "Which part of my subconscious do you represent?"
      She looks confused and scared and doesn't know what to answer. She tries to talk her way out of it, so I let her go.

      The city around here isn't much like Prague anymore. It has a vibe somewhere between the multicultural neighborhoods of Western European cities and third-world countries. There are more women around with headscarves. I don't want to ask them in case I scare them. I also notice there are a lot fewer people around than there were at the beginning. I want to go back to the center.

      I tell myself that an experienced LDer would fly, but I still can't fly. Just taking off probably won't work, it's never worked for me. I decide to try high jumping.
      1st jump - I jump higher than I would in reality and the man who passes me looks at me in surprise.
      I bounce again, and I'm even higher, about 2-3m, which still isn't enough, but gravity already has a weird feel.
      I bounce once more, this time bending my legs a lot to bounce, and gravity is already completely broken, like it was in the Defying Gravity dream. I do a half backflip and float in the middle of nothingness, seeing only solid grey above me. As I realize there's no reason for me to land backwards on my hands, I flip forward again and the street reappears in my field of vision. I use swimming motions to orient myself and dive into the air in front of me. I'm flying!
      Occasionally, I'll add a swimming stroke, but my clothes restrict my full range of motion. I'm losing altitude a little, but very slowly. I started at roughly streetlamp level and flew about 200m before I landed on the ground again. Cool!

      I want to give the TotM a second try. There's a small market in a side alley. I approach a group of people, same question as before. They look confused and I notice they're really young, young teenagers. So I explain it to them in more detail.
      "There's a theory," I say, "that all the people in the dreamworld, except for me..." a girl interrupts me: "Why except you?", but someone shushes her.
      "All the people in the dreamworld, except me," I repeat, and continue, "represent a tiny part of my subconscious. And I have an assignment that my mother gave me" (this seems like an ok lie) "to ask some people what part of my subconscious they represent. So what part do you represent?"
      The children seem attentive and understanding. One boy starts to say something but stops after two words and it doesn't make sense. Someone says they don't know. Someone else says something evasive. So I thank them and say ok. It doesn't get any better than that. Done.

      Teleportation. There are lots of doors and lots of walls around, lots of opportunities for different techniques. There's even a box that has doors on 4 sides! But I want to go somewhere farther.

      My lucidity has gone downhill from here. I want to fly more, but I'm carrying strange silver plates. I want to tie them to my waist with a towel so I can fly, and a woman is helping me, but it's not really holding. Then I think about leaving them in this locked chest I have with me, but I find it's full of silver coins with wolf images on them.
      A merchant shows up and offers to trade me silver for gold so I can have a smaller volume of stuff. He's got these dodgy coins, pale greenish-yellow, don't look like high purity. He wants to know if my Witcher coins are genuine, and he wants me to prove myself to him with a Witcher pen. I remember that I lost the pen in the previous dream. The deal is off.

      I wake up.
    14. 3 August - Unwanted Magician

      by , 08-05-2021 at 07:52 PM
      comment non-lucid (shortened) lucid

      I walked down the street, looked around and thought - "could this be a dream?" Everything seems normal. In the 1st split-second, I think clearly not, just like with reality questioning in reality, but then I think "it could very well be" and as I raise my hand to RC I already know the outcome.
      DC, who is walking towards me, looks at me as if he recognizes what I am doing and smiles. Meanwhile, I inwardly celebrate - "Yes!", but tone down my enthusiasm. I feel like enjoying the dream as it is, as long as possible, having fun, nothing complicated.
      Something is happening in front of me, something fantasy. Some sort of battle preparation or perhaps a LARP? I arrive in town and there are more people around. I come to a bush that has brittle dry branches and break off a large branch with the goal of turning it into a sword. But as I break it off, someone attacks me with a staff, and I block the attack. Turns out he just wanted to practice, and we try different attacks and parries.
      I'll keep my staff as a magician's staff. I'll remind myself it's a dream so I don't lose my lucidity. I go to a nearby building and there's someone in charge of battle preparations and wants my help with a little something. I'll help. Then he goes out that he needs to pick capable people and heroes. I say I'm happy to help with that (I mostly want him to pick me), but he doesn't really want my help and doesn't take me seriously.
      Everything out there now is a mix of fantasy and modern and there's quite a crowd. To my right, I hear some talk about lucidity and I turn around and there are two girls giggling. I ask if they're lucid dreaming too. They say they do, and they look happy. I congratulate them.
      I say to myself, that was a good reminder. And I think it's probably not true, since it's my dream and I don't believe in shared dreaming. But I suppress such thoughts - I don't want higher lucidity and I don't want to stir up a fuss or disturb the story with the truth. This dream is fully about the suspension of disbelief.
      I'm looking at some dresses on a rack outside a shop. Then I go inside where they have decorative cushions. I wonder when the dream will end, but I know I have plenty of time and there's no reason for it to end. I walk down the street away from the crowds and the shops.
      Then I want to go back again and notice I don't have my staff. I try "Accio staff!" and try to imagine it in my hand, including the feel of the wood. Nothing. I'm disappointed. Maybe it's because I can't see it. But if I could see it, I could use telekinesis. I decided that when I see it, I'll use TK. I want to go back to the commander and convince him to test me to show him I'm a mage.
      As I'm going back, I'm suddenly in a wheelchair and moving awfully slowly. It takes ages to get back...
      I start thinking about how I'm going to write the beginning of my lucidity in my DJ, and I think of the best wording in English, and how I'm going to post it on DV
      . And as the balance between me and the dream collapses, I wake up.
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    15. 15 July - Mountain valley (snooze WILD)

      by , 07-16-2021 at 12:14 AM
      comment lucid

      Not the best night. Falling asleep way too quickly when attempting SSILD and later the opposite problem - drifting in and out of dreamless light sleep.
      At my usual waking time, I still felt tired and tried to sleep longer, but again only light sleep. I cuddled with my husband for a couple of minutes but it was too hot. We talked a bit.
      Then I decided to get up, but taking it slowly, I closed my eyes again.
      An unexpected wave of vibrations went through my body. I thought “why not” and rode with it.

      Around me is a semi-tunnel in a rock - a road or path cut into the side of the mountain - and there are large window-like cut-outs with views into the valley. I can see a beautiful landscape - steep hills and rocks, half-hidden in moving clouds. I want to take a photo, but I don't have my camera, so I tell J. to take one. He comes, but now the clouds cover the most beautiful parts I've seen, the most rugged mountains. I tell him he has to wait.
      I look around and think what a nice setting for a lucid dream this would be.
      (1) I try to visualize myself climbing down. Logically, there should be a steep cliff, but I imagine a steep slope. The dream doesn't cooperate much, the result isn't very realistic, I see several cut scenes - a slope with scree, grass, a steep descent - and suddenly I'm down and it seems to have worked, I'm on the grass and there's a sparse forest all around. The situation stabilizes and looks more solid. I examine my surroundings with my senses, half expecting to be still connected to reality, but I am squatting on the grass and feeling only the damp cold grass with my fingers, I know I'm fully in the dreamworld and that's satisfying. (2)
      I'm going through the forest. Suddenly there's a glass building, like a teahouse with seating inside. I walk through the inside and at the end, I have to squeeze past the only opaque wall in such a way that I lose my view of the outside. Knowing how changeable dreams are, I'm a little worried that the forest will disappear, but when I come out, everything is still there, and when I reach for the glass door, I can feel the water droplets trapped in the door frame on my fingers. It impresses me as a very nice detail.
      There are some trees behind the teahouse, blocking the view further on, and when I go out beyond them, there is a car (relatively old, red?) and a little boy, about 5-8 years old, and another one next to him. One has light brown hair, the other is almost black-haired, and both have round faces. I greet them and ask how they are. They answer something normal. Then I see their mother watching them. I ask her something too, but I don't know what, the answer is sensible but uninteresting.
      (3) I turn away from them and wonder what to do next. I remember that I have some things I want to do in my dreams, like get somewhere else. And I wake up all of a sudden, like I suddenly remember that I have to get up, or that I have to be somewhere else.

      Notes:
      1) At this point, I didn’t believe it was a fully formed dream, I just couldn’t believe that the dream would form so quickly.
      2) In retrospect, I think this transitional “daydreaming” wasn’t necessary and I could just touch the rocks to stabilize the dream when still on the road.
      3) After waking up, I was really surprised by how bad my memory of the dream was. I have a theory there is a connection between my long-term memory being off in the dream (not remembering my goals) and the dream not being stored in the long-term memory.
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