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    1. Spring 2023 Comp Night 14: Yeet

      by , 03-15-2023 at 02:24 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I was at my friend K's house, sitting in the living room where we used to hang out. Her dog had died (it died years ago IRL) and she was mourning that she wasn't able to be with her in her last moments. I was crying with her as we put her dog into a small wooden coffin with a bronze cross on it.


      Later, the dog plot is over and we are just sitting and talking. The dream is semi-lucid and we are talking in the pretense that we are in a shared dream.

      "You know I always liked you and dropped lots of hints but you never took our relationship to the next level." (Huh boy here we go with THIS plot again.)

      "Because I only liked you as a friend." I responded. "And I don't like this game playing dropping hints and making moves game. Love is love and if you feel something you should openly tell someone and not subscribe to societal conventions. Life is short..." I gestured outside to where we buried the dog. "Too short to be playing games with other peoples feelings."

      She kind of bounces in her seat like an impatient toddler and clenches her fists. Kind of acting immature in that manner where you are self aware that you are acting immature and could actually be more mature about the subject if you wanted to.

      "But thats not FAIIRRRR!!!" During this time the dream scene changes to the park in front of my current home, though the sofa she is sitting on remains as-is. She fades into the background. There is a large wooden open pavilion with a concrete floor and picnic tables under it. Some DCs are in there. There are about ten of them, all late teens/YA. One of them is a boy with wavy hair not wearing a shirt. I stop and have an interaction with them. The shirtless boy is kind of a jerk. Some of the other DCs feel like combinations or reinterpretations of kids from the neighborhood I grew up in.

      K comes back into the scene though she now seems like a combination of K and C. "You're such a hypocritical ass." She says ass in a really vitriolic way like she wants it to hurt my feelings though it doesn't affect me. "You don't think about what I want. You won't be the person I want you to be and you won't be with me because you'd rather be with-" She says the word like a bug flew into her mouth. "Manei."

      "HEY!" Manei shouts from over my shoulder very loud.
      I think to myself, 'wow she almost scared me awake. Wait... if I can be scared awake, that means I am dreaming.'

      "Hade is this girl bothering you?"


      She walks over to the K/C hybrid DC and is maybe a head and a half taller than her. The K/C hybrid charges at her and starts punching manei in the chest and stomach but she doesn't even flinch or respond. She picks up the DC, who is wearing a white tank top, by the sort of front collar/chest area and lifts her up with one arm fully extended (the K/C hybrid is still flailing around like a rabid animal) and looks at her like she is something she scraped off the bottom of her shoe for a second, then her expression mellows.

      "No Violencia aqui, por favor. Es un tiempo wake up."

      Then overhand throws her so hard she goes flying off in the sky. The physics don't really work out as she floats away rather slowly at first, tumbling through the air upwards at about a 45 degree angle at maybe 20-30kph and then starts to gradually speed up as she gets further away. She disappears in the sky with a 'ding' and a shimmer of light like when team rocket blasts off.

      "That was in-appropriate. Nobody else do that or I will 'yeet' you also." She says to the other DCs who all scatter and run away. One of them climbs over a picnic table and his leg gets stuck causing him to faceplant on the concrete in a quite comical way. Manei says something else about the lucid dreaming competition being pointless and that it is time for me to wake up.

      DILD x1 10pt


      I took a nap and woke up with abou one hour and 45 minutes left on the clock for the comp in my timezone. Wasn't trying to get a miracle but might as well log the extra points (the dreams were funny).

      Spoiler for cw: masturbation:


      I am with Manei, semi lucid. We are shopping at an old-style grocery store because we are going to prepare a meal together. I note it is a smaller store not like a superstore in america and the product brands are all weird ones I've never seen before. I am looking through wooden bins of fruit and find a large orange. I comment to Manei how "In most parts of the world, people cannot ever get an orange, or its very rare because it has to be imported. It's important to appreciate how amazing it is we can try foods from all over the world." She seems to agree.

      The scene changes when we leave the grocery store. It is late in the evening, the sun is going down but there is still some twilight and we are walking in the parking lot. It is very similar to the parking lot of the store in my old hometown but feels smaller and many of the buildings and streets are different. I specifically remember the five-lane stroad intersection being replaced with a two lane intersection. We get to Manei's car (which pretty consistently has been some kind of black sports car convertible for years, but I think she also has a green sort of offroad jeep type thing.) Someone has keyed her car all the way down the driver's side.

      "It was probably the angry DC you yeeted last night-

      I remember waking up and being in limbo for a second. I was going to mention to her that she could "look at the scratch, look away and look back" and if she expected it to be gone, it would go away.

      Updated 03-15-2023 at 11:40 PM by 53527

      lucid , non-lucid
    2. Spring 2023 Night 13: Balloon Head

      by , 03-15-2023 at 03:03 AM (Lucid Time!)
      I had some non lucid dream that went on for awhile. The dream was at what was supposed to be a ski resort, though it felt like it was also a mixture of the lake at my aunt's vacation home in michigan and somewhere with snow-capped mountian like mt. fiji. I remember getting onto a flying ski lift chair and going very fast across the entire region to a big ski lodge resort building. Then feeling lost, and realizing I didn't have my phone, wallet, keys or any other personal belongings and couldn't remember how I'd gotten here. There was a lot of faffing about and general anxiety in a pretty discoherent manner.

      At some point I got to a low level of lucidity. Manei and Madmonkey's guide, Juliana appeared. I remember Manei was wearing a black kimono with pink flowers. Juliana had a wooden magic wand, red and gold scarf and round glasses like harry potter. The two stated the intent to do a procedure on me to purge negative aspects of myself that were holding me down. They explained that everything in a dream is a projection of myself, but that negative aspects sometimes hide internally and need to be separated out into a separate entity in the dream world and then dealt with. Juliana waived a wand and a little point of light appeared out of it.

      All of this brownish dust began moving out of my body, creating a really interesting sensation. It flowed out of me in streams and forms together into a humanoid form. Its sort of made out of twisted, warped petrified wood like material and flies around on fire jets like I do though it does not make blue fire on its right side. It also expands in size to... I don't know fifty or a hundred meters. It gets really big. The being also doesn't really have fingers or toes, its limbs just split apart into clusters of forking branches like tree roots. The being's head is made of cloth and inflated. Its head is an orange a hot air balloon made to look like a jack-o-lantern. But the face is animated and can change.

      The being laughs in a cartoony deep evil demon voice and boasts that it is free of me and will now enact destruction. Manei then summons her malachite sword and launches into the air, crossing the distance almost instantly. She is in the narrow area where the balloon head is secured to the wood body and makes one circular cut all the way around, cutting 8 or so ropes. The being is defeated, its limp body falls into the lake and splashes down, and the jack o lantern balloon head seems to deflate but also floats upwards.
    3. Spring Comp Night 12

      by , 03-13-2023 at 06:21 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I was running through a black void, transitioning between first person views of myself and third person. The dream had a very strong emotional charge to it, I was incredibly angry and upset about something and running because of it. The ground is a dull grayish brown stone material with very little detail for the most part, and the area around me illuminated dimly.

      Occasionally I come across ancient ruins made of the same dirty brown stone at times, lines of columns, arches and incomplete pyramids. They are of a very unusual architecture with square columns and an engraving of a sort of diamond knotwork design seems to be repeated a lot.


      I am in my dream wonderland, though I am not properly lucid, so I can't claim points for it. (It seemed like a layer 0 lucidity, but I am not taking the points for it.) I am on the beach at night talking with Madmonkey's dream guide, Juliana. She is sitting on a palm tree that has grown out horizontal over the water producing some kind of light, either holding a torch or using a fire spell. It seems inconsistent when I try to remember it. At some point it was a big flood light like from a construction site.

      I have set a large heavy stainless steel metal prism which is maybe six centimeters across and fifteen centimeters long, half buried in the sand. It is decagonal or dodectagonal (has 10 or 12 sides). The corners are beveled slightly as to not be sharp. It is half buried in the sand and am somehow using it to chart/draw a complex rune pattern in the sand. I have tied a string to it and used it to draw a large circle maybe five meters across. now I am filling in the details. The cylinder has small white two digit numbers printed on the sides (11,20,22,17) but they don't seem to have any meaning. I get frustrated and wipe away part of the rune I am drawing and try to smooth out the sand. I then remember that "Manei's dreamcatcher earring has nine-fold symmetry, but I don't have a nine-fold guide so I can't make it."

      We have been talking for some time while I have been working, but I do not remember the entire conversation. The only section I remember was saying:

      "Manei asked me to quit my job so that I could focus on personal development. The place was poisoning me physically and spiritually. But now that I am here, It seems like I can't get lucid anymore."

      NLD x2
    4. Spring comp Night 9

      by , 03-11-2023 at 03:41 AM (Lucid Time!)
      I was at my childhood home, though the arrangement of the house and general decor felt slightly off. I was being yelled at by my grandmother to clean out the fridge which was full of moldy food. The dream went on for awhile with some awkward faffing about, but I can't recall a play-by-play of events.


      The dream transitions to a seperate scene where I am riding my bike on the bike trail near my old high school. I am riding my bike carrying two lunchboxes and open both of them to find moldy food inside. When I go to empty them out, simply throwing the moldy food (but no packaging or plastic) by the side of the trail thinking some animal might be happy to find it, I get stung on my hand by something sharp in one of the moldy food items. This transitions into a bog standard dream of body horror as my finger turns red, then black and starts to warp in distusting ways.


      There may have been another scene of my mother and I visiting a convenience store and finding a freezer isle full of black moldy pizzas.


      Seperate dream of a stock dream plot I've been trying to catch (become lucid in). Back in high school, and theres some project or assignment that I need to turn in. This seems to be playing off a specific event.

      I cannot remember which teacher or class, but this was an actual IWL incident. I had a teacher who assigned us a lengthy essay in the first day of class. He mentioned it briefly during the first-day syllabus and never again ever that. He never formally passed out any assignment sheet that described in detail the assignment or even mentioned exactly when it was due. Then halfway through the school year one day he says "turn in your massive essay thats like 25% of your grade" only like one tryhard student had actually done the essay. Said teacher went on a half hour tyrade about how lazy we were and how this was a learning experience blah blah. Then the next day came to his senses and decided to just restructure the whole class otherwise everyone would fail out of it.

      This specific circumstance always seems to be the subject of dreams though. Only there is always an unconscious knowledge that I do know about the project but I was too apathetic to do it or specifically didn't want to do it out of rebellion. I think this might be a low level of lucidity making its way into the dream, but I'm not sure. I don't remember the specific permutation of this dream that I had (which class it was or which classroom in my highschool it took place in.


      Had another dream about riding my bike with my old Taekwondo instructor. I remember the scene taking place near my old junior high school, and then I taught class there.

      NLD x3

      Updated 03-13-2023 at 06:05 PM by 53527

    5. 2023 Spring Comp Night 4: Robot Fight and Almost-Lucid

      by , 03-05-2023 at 10:11 PM (Lucid Time!)
      Two robots are fighting in an open grassy field surrounded by trees. One is a sort of spider-like design and the other is a big box on a unicycle with arms (like Claptrap from borderlands). Both bots are smaller than a human, maybe laborador sized. Both appear to be new and have white paint jobs with blue stripes and detailing. They are flailing around very fast trying to shove these chips/flash drives into each others access ports to change the programming of the opposing bot.

      The dream shows a slow motion of the spider-like robot being successful. It has more arms and in this fight it is given an unfair advantage The slow motion is from the robot's point of view showing that its winning move happens in a matter of miliseconds when it manages to swat away the other robot's arms and then shove the microchip into the other robots slot. A compartment on the claptrap robot opens up and a large spherical sort of energy core falls out. It is glowing with an intense bluish light.

      I am drawn into the light and emerge on the far side.
      While I am not lucid, or operating at a very low/unclear layer of lucidity. I am told by the dream narrator that this is the dream wonderland that I have been trying to create. They explain that it exists now in the quantum realm inside the power core of the robot now. (This is somehow like the quantum realm in the new Ant-Man movie) The narrator also explains that changes have been made to nuclear physics and that larger atomic nuclei are now able stable on this universal plane and the number of stable elements possible is roughly double what it is in the real world.

      I remember standing on the surface of the water which is mirror still. I am with Manei and when we walk around we create small ripples. I see several small islands around us and the foliage appears to be dark purple or black (a feature of the wonderland that I have been working on). Manei points out that the sky doesn't change colors when the sun sets. It is presently a sort of twilight with the sun on the horizon. (Only one sun, ofc the other could have been below the horizon). But the sky doesn't turn orange and yellow, it just becomes darker blue when the sun sets. To that I respond.

      "Oh thats a glitch because I haven't added that feature yet. Can you please do it, I am sure you will make the sunsets beautiful."

      Lost the dream there.

      Not giving myself points for lucid. While it had lucid dream elements, I wouldn't honestly say I was properly aware of the dream state.
    6. 2023 Spring Comp night 3: Light body horror

      by , 03-04-2023 at 10:48 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I notice I am going bald. My hair is very long but my hairline has receded in an unnatural fashion. My hair is also a mixture of colors (blonde, brown and black). I decide I will see a doctor as the pattern of balding seems unusual and it seems to be happening very fast and could be a sign of disease. But I am also reluctant to see a doctor in america because the doctors get paid to diagnose diseases and prescribe medications.

      I end up walking through my town at night and going to some OTD doctors office. When I arrive the disease has progressed considerably. I shaved off the rest of my hair deciding to "embrace the bald look" but there are these large pimples and growths and I see that the shape of my skull is becoming irregular. The doctor says the disease is relatively rare but mild. There is nothing they can do about it and my head will continue to look worse as I get older.

      I wake up after getting stressed out about it. I attempt to DEILD. I am laying awake for a long time imagining past dream scenarios and becoming fully lucid within them. I fall back asleep but don't recall a further dream.
    7. Double Classic Layer 1 (Spring 2023 Comp Night 2)

      by , 03-03-2023 at 01:19 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I was at my old job, walking around the back of the factory.

      I was applying for a new job (possibly same dream). We have to fill out this complicated sequence of forms on these old computers with beige cases, CRT monitors and so on. They look like computers from the 90's. Me and the other applicants are getting confused because the forms arent labeled. One of the computers crashes and has to be rebooted, but the form doesnt come back up. I realize this is some kind of test and begin thinking to myself 'this sucks', I don't want to work here.

      There are two people supervising our interview. One is this bureaucrat woman. She wears glasses, and her hair in a tight bun. While she is technically wearing a business outfit it is comically revealing, with her shirt unbuttoned showing the cleavage of a very pronounced bust and a very short skirt which is more or less only long enough to cover her bottom. She has dirty blonde hair and black heels on. I watch as she comes over and begins bending down to adjust her shoe and empty a small garbage can, getting too close to another applicant trying to fill out his form. The guy is trying really hard not to look at her. This goes on for a minute and the dude gets back to work on his form but the woman gets irritated and intentionally butt-bumps him. She then stands up straight, points at him and shouts at him for sexually harrasing her.

      The other boss comes over. He looks like one of those old political cartoons where theres always some fat capitalist with a red face and fat body and tophat and suit eating a bunch of money or something. He then tells the guy that he has violated the sexual harassment policy and is going sue the guy for a large sum of money. I then question to myself 'what does this company even do?' and realize the answer is sort of vauge. I then realize that this seems very staged and they are probably running a scam on false sexual harassment claims. I tell the other applicants, and two of them agree. We leave to go out to eat together.


      I am climbing the stairs in my old childhood home. I come to the top step and notice that the carpet is not what it was when I was a child. It is an off white material that is sort of made of small braided ropes. I also notice that the top step is somewhat wet. While I am climbing the steps I stop a few steps from the top and say to myself.

      "Is this a dream?
      Yes. I just have to become lucid. I should do a reality check."

      I preform a nose pinch reality check. It works exactly as expected. I am able to breathe through my plugged nose. I notice in my other hand I am holding a yellow plastic cup (one I used to drink from a lot when I was a kid). It is filled with water. Out of curiosity and possibly remembering it was a good way to score points in the lucid dreaming competition. I take a drink from it, and it tastes like slightly chilled water. I wake up, disappointed that I basically had a Layer 1 experience but happy that I managed some lucidity.


      There is another dream. I am at a "hill climbing park". It feels like steep ski slope in the summer. A high grassy hill rises up in front of me with deciduous/coniferous forest on either side. Some ways up it splits providing two alternate routes and there are signs at regular intervals indicating how far up one has climbed. I climb the hill. I see another set of dream characters, a black man and his child. The child complains that climbing the hill is too hard, but his father is telling him its important to learn to take on challenges.

      I keep climbing until I reach one of the signs and a sort of rest area where the slope flattens out. The sign is made of three scrap wooden boards on a single post and the information is painted on in drippy black paint, like a cartoony representation of a sign. The sign reads 98, though I don't remember if it is feet or meters.

      The dream then goes third person. Near the top the grassy hill transitions to a steep ridge made of sand and sandstone, like the sand dune parks in michigan. A narrative voice is telling me there are a million places like this on earth and describing the geologic process involved in creating such hills. He then says that the soil here is bad and when people moved in and began building roads and buildings they would sink into the ground.

      But modern engineers build buildings on wider foundations and build them higher than normal so they can sink slightly until they touch stronger layers, and then be at the level they were needed. When discussing this a portion of the hillside disappears and is replaced with roads and solar panels. The solar panels just seem to be laying on the ground. Then a small house comes in. It feels like new construction lacking paint or furniture on the interior.

      The narration voice explains that he is a woodworker and makes handmade furniture in his spare time and a table appears. I (or at least my dream self's typical avatar) is sitting at the table. It is made of some kind of marbled brown texture, like petrified wood and looks very out-of-place in the bland room. Narration voice says it would be a good table to sit at when I go on a date.

      "Heh. It would be funny if I dated the table"

      A second table, a copy of the first but slightly smaller appears in another chair. Leaning in such a way two of its legs touch the floor and the other two touch the top of the larger table.

      "Wait how did I make that happen?
      I must be dreaming."

      Upon realizing that I am dreaming, I snap into my avatar body for a moment, then wake up.

      NLD: x1 = 1pt
      DILD: x2 =15pt
      RC/Stabilization: x1=1pt
      Eat/Drink Something x1=5pt

      Total: 22

      Updated 03-03-2023 at 01:22 PM by 53527

      lucid , non-lucid
    8. Giving a push (Spring Comp Night 1)

      by , 03-02-2023 at 02:36 PM (Lucid Time!)
      Some dream that was not lucid, but involved my lucid dreaming self. In it, I was asked to help push an interstellar colony ship using my flying powers. Then I found out halfway through the journey that the crew of the ship intended not to pay me/credit me for my help so I abandoned them and refused to slow down the ship at the destination system. Thus they were stuck with no primary drive system hurling through interstellar space for all eternity, unable to slow down.

      I was then flying through space on my own and found a solar system where four stars were stacked vertically on top of each other, hovering there impossibly, and a number of planets including a green gas giant with rings.

      NLD x1
    9. Short Experience

      by , 02-27-2023 at 04:40 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I have had a seemingly endless string of layer 0 and layer 2 lucid experiences in the past month. Most of which have been documented in my private DJ. Presently my main computer is out for repairs and my DJ archive is at my mum's house so I'm just going to post here. Conveniently this one is both lucid and doesn't pretain to anything personal so...

      There was an earlier layer 0 dream. I think it involved being stuck on an island waiting for my father while vacationing somewhere. Then as I gained a sublte bit of lucidity I transitioned to speaking with Manei. She was asking if it would be possible to go surfing and skiing/snowboarding in the same day. This seemed to be in the continuity where she lived on earth in southern california and my response was "sure". One could go surfing in the morning then drive across the state into the mountains and go skiing in the evening. (A quick check of google maps says, yes, this travel arrangement would be very possible.)


      I was at my old childhood home, walking outside. I was occupying my dream body and headed out into a heavy mixture of rain and snow. Though I was wearing nothing more than boxer shorts. I reminded myself "its a dream, I can't actually be cold from lack of temperature." I could still feel the rain though, it was cold but not in a way that was unpleasant.

      "Flight on. Maximum dream stability." I commanded.

      I pushed downwards in my traditional manner and jumped into the air hoping to initiate flight. Despite my best efforts I only got a few feet off the ground before drifting back down. I had no visual of my fire jets either. I tried again, glancing down to either side trying to make the visual appear and get more practical use out of my flying method. This seemed to work as I got two or three meters off the ground before I began to drift back down to the ground. When I did I had the distinct and vivid sensation of my bare feet touching the cold wet pavement of the street. I remember wondering why the dream control had failed. It shouldn't have been because of the weather or environment, the first time I ever used my fire jets it was cold and humid like this.

      Ultimately I resolved to simply conduct some other type of dream control. I remembered the next DV comp is starting in a day or two and that I should practice and I remembered the last time I scored a lot of points by changing sex in a dream. I thought that I should try and repeat that.

      Before I could initiate the transition, The dream destabilized. I could tell I was waking up, but it destabilized in a very interesting way. I felt like everything was shrinking. The whole world shrank beneath my feet. Houses, trees, cities and the entire united states. I was drifting away from it as it and the moon shrank away beneath me. I was treated to a view of the solar system with the orbits of planets depicted as blue glowing lines. I managed to grab onto them with the effect of strings. They all stretched into teardrop shapes as I preverbially and literally held onto the dream. I reached with my other hand to grab the sun, a tiny yellow-white marble which was warm and tingly to the touch.
    10. Semi-Lucid Flying

      by , 12-23-2022 at 01:13 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I had a false awakening. I awoke at a large army barracks type structure. Three or four story red brick building with spartan interiors and big mostly-flat mowed areas outside for training. This gives way to jungle, as the training compound is situated decently high on a mountainous region with tropical jungle growing over the land. I can see ocean off in the distance.

      I was false-awakened by a large explosion. I head outside and see soldiers and men in white sailor uniforms running around. A large radio mast type structure has apparently fallen over a motorpool filled with fuel trucks and started a large fire during a training exercise. There are people on fire, burning rather gruesomely and others running to get help and medical nurses. It strikes me as odd that there are men in sailor uniforms though we seem to be many miles from the coast.

      I become partially lucid. I don't think I was fully aware of the dream state, but I was aware that what I was experiencing was not real. I didn't think to stabilize or work on my goals, but I had some intuition about being a positive force on the dream. A sergeant comes over, he looks like sergeant hartman from full metal jacket and he starts yelling at me in typical drill instructor fashion for standing like an idiot and not helping the men that are burning. I turn to him, very calmly and say. "Its okay, this is a dream. Execute Rewind."

      I see in my vision a few distorted bars, like when one rewinds a video tape. The tower rises back up into place and all the scattered people rapidly move backwards into their barracks, save for the squad that was doing jumping jacks originally when the tower fell. I look at the tower. It is very rusty, and looks overloaded with cell antennas and big white radio dishes. On some level the "lucidity" was in that I was actually watching an army movie. I think I unconsciously repaired it to a new state but I don't remember.

      I then decided to fly. I pushed down, using my fire jets technique and began to lift slowly off the ground. I look down at myself and see that I am wearing one of the white sailor uniforms. i feel that my body is not myself and catch glimpses in the third person. It looks like Jak's physical form, heavily muscular and short blonde hair with paler skin. I also notice that while I am flying, the visual effect of the flames isn't there and I seem to be moving rather slowly. There is a sort of shimmering heat effect.

      I am semi lucid and I have a weird way of doing this. I for some reason think about the animation vs minecraft videos and reach behind my back and manifest a minecraft command block. It is about the size of a tennis ball and feels like hard plastic with sharp corners.

      "Toggle Enable Propulsion True" I say, mincing my words a little bit. A small window appears with pixelated text of what I have said and it flashes green. The flames appear in my hands and my flying speed and control increases considerably.

      I begin flying over the forested mountains away from the base and heading for the sea. When I get close I slow down near where a small river lets out on a beach. I see palm trees but also these very alien looking trees. They are shaped like a deciduous tree but each branch ends in a large, thick paddle like leaf structure about three or four feet tall. It is thick and has volume like a succulent or cactus but no thorns. It is a bright green, slightly teal or blue near the center and yellow along the edge. These structures combine giving the treetop a sort of effect of looking like a large pine cone. I muse over how interesting the tree looks and think that I want to remember it when I wake up.

      I continue flying. The dream opens up to an archipelago of mountainous islands covered in rainforest. It seems like it would be very beautiful but the detail and dream clarity make everything somewhat fuzzy and generic. I see a city and decide to explore it. It appears to only be the urban center. A compact zone of narrow streets around high rises of various architectural styles and roadways but very little urban sprawl. There is a "fakeness" to it, like it is simply something someone has built in simcity with cheat codes. I notice one building is obtusely, absurdly tall, going up through the clouds. It doesn't look futuristic, rather it looks like a normal modern skyscraper that has been stretched to be several miles tall. Despite the "fakeness" and lack of clarity I just see floor after floor, window after window going up and up. Though I dont count I can tell it is several hundred floors tall and reaches well above the height of most of the mountains.

      I see dark foreboding clouds like an intense tropical storm approaching. I continue flying in that direction, not seeing them as an indication of a threat or trouble.

      At some point I go explore another city which has a lot of the same features but a different layout. Right up to the single obtusely tall building albeit of a different architectural style. I fly up the side of the building, almost crashing into it and go into the clouds before emerging above them.
    11. SCP Park and Manei

      by , 12-21-2022 at 11:43 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I felt like sharing these. I slept for over 13 hours last night and had a lot of dreams, though my sleep was disjointed and I forgot most of them.

      The first dream that I have any significant memory of was exploring some kind of SCP or creepypasta type thing. It had three components. One was that people could come to this park area and deliver scrap metal. It was large, with mowed grass but partially covered by a canopy of very large sycamore trees. (I remember seeing the peely bark all over the ground). The scrap metal was sorted into piles (aluminum, gold, iron, copper, etc) and even an area which was for miscellaneous electronic scrap. A mysterious and sometimes hostile entity would come and take the metal, replacing it with very large sums of money. Because of this, people would come, deposit their scrap metal and wait for the entity to take it at a safe distance before returning and recovering their money. But there was a level of unpredictability to the entity in that if people got too close to it, it would kill them by looking at them. Other people would also try to steal the money.

      The second component was these plants which looked like seeding grass but were reddish, purplish and brownish in color and covered in thorns. They were carnivorous and spread throughout the sort of park region. As they were emphasized in the dream I remember walking into them and getting stung by the thorns which caused me to become fatigued and fall over into the plants were more and more of them wrapping around me. The dream scene changed temporarily to the backyard of my old home. I died, but later 'respawned' elsewhere in the park after learning that the plants were carnivorous.

      The third component was an underground complex, like an abandoned subway station that went down many many levels. It It was made mostly of crumbling rebar reinforced contrete and had strange sci-fi contraptions in it like cloning pods and teleporters. I was exploring it with my mother but this turned into us trying to get as deep underground as possible before a nuclear blast. We then got spooked by there potentially being a monster in it somewhere. I hid in a broken cloning pod/cryo pod type thing and tried not to get cut on broken glass.


      I was with Manei at a large cafeteria/restaurant type setting. We were at the university of michigan (I remember this specific university being emphasized). I was lucid and we were having a conversation, of which I only remember part of.

      "...but I don't like how fake relationships seem. All this crap about how many kissy face emojis to send and waiting to text someone to not look desperate and this 'girls need to eat a salad on the first date' and people needing to look and act a certain way. People always say 'you should be yourself' but then slip into these tribalistic social conventions. Doublethink bullshit."

      I said tapping a finger to my forehead. I don't remember how we got on this topic. Manei nods in agreement.

      "Since you're basically the closest thing to a girlfriend I've ever had I need to warn you right now. If you ever come to me with an outfit and ask if you look fat, regardless of how you actually look; and I know about all that controlling dream appearance stuff you do (I wagged a finger at her with mock seriousness) I will tell you that I know five fat people and you are are four of them."

      She laughed so hard milk came out of her nose. Then I started laughing mostly at her reaction. We had a good long laugh about it before I summoned a napkin from under the table so she could clean herself off. She went to put her tray away and three other dream characters approached us and began taunting us, one male and two female. They taunted Manei and she gave them the finger. I tried hitting one of the bullies with a cardboard tube and said "go to horny jail" to repeat an earlier incident. Nothing happened and there was an awkward minute where they taunted us some more. I then used telekinesis to float the bullies up towards the ceiling which had this spinning rack thing that might have been some kind of chandelier. I hooked their underpants on the rack giving them all wedgies and then made the rack spin around. The entire cafeteria started laughing and pointing at the bullies as they struggled helplessly.


      The dream transitioned to some yoga class that Manei was teaching. She was the instructor and more experienced or was the senior instructor but I was helping her manage the class. I was semi lucid and decided to experiment to see if I could do a full split in a dream. I then began experimenting with some other stuff that I had never been able to do in waking life, like balancing on one finger. I then demonstrated that I could control my breathing very carefully and balance my finger and lift my last finger up and float in the air upside down.

      The Bully DCs were some of our students and were green with envy as I showed off the move. They were still struggling with basic poses. They got mad and sulked out of the class, mumbling about how they were supposed to be the coolest kids in school and it was unfair that we were good at something.

      There was some other guy in the class, an middle aged buisness man with a beer belly who was very out of shape. He lamented that he would never reach our level and would always be an out of shape low wage office worker. I proceeded to tell him that he had already improved since our first class (I had false memories of other classes) and that he should keep trying and not give up, because this was a dream world and if one believed in something and worked for it he could make himself youthful and fit if he wanted to. He seemed to take my encouraging words to heart and affirmed his dedication to keep coming to our classes.


      The semi-lucid dream had another segment where I was flying above a traffic jam but struggling to get the visual effect of the fire jets to appear.
      lucid , non-lucid
    12. Winter Comp Night 12: Gray Supersolider

      by , 12-14-2022 at 10:43 PM (Lucid Time!)
      Fragment 1: I was in my old hometown, making my way up and down along a boardwalk that ran over a wetland area. I think I was on my bike. It was summertime, warm with green leaves on the trees.

      Dream 1: I am driving around, somewhat confused and disoriented. It is a large event like a music festival or airshow but the dream scene later changes to my university. I am driving when a large SUV gets into an accident and catches on fire. A police car has pulled over next to the burning SUV and the officer is holding a submachine gun. I must have been mildly lucid because the scene was rather horrific but I wasn't particularly moved by it. The guy in the drivers seat ejects out, like a jet fighter ejection seat. He is missing both arms and both legs and is covered in burning oil and his flesh is literally melting off. Another dream character (also burning and with flesh melting off but has all of his limbs.) He is panicking, running around screaming and trying to put out the fires on his body. The police officer with the submachine gun starts yelling at the guy with his limbs to help the other dream character get out of the seat to save his life. The limbed burning dream character just keeps panicking and screaming in pain. I begin to question the scene, wondering why the police officer doesnt help the limbless DC in the chair who isn't screaming but their eyes look at me. I had some layer zero lucidity because I remembered that I could reset this situation and prevent it from happening.

      Dream 2: I am a super soldier who has undergone cybernetic and genetic enhancements. I wear a suit of powered armor which looks like something out of Halo though it is bulkier and dark gray in coloration with a narrow sapphire blue visor and a big scary looking forked railgun for a weapon. At some point I am shown what I look like without armor to where I have numerous connection ports and scars over a heavily muscular body that looked somewhat androgynous. No reproductive parts, just a "waste removal port". The body had wide hips like a female but no breasts which made the upper body look male, especially with the heavy musculature. The details of my augmentations, armor and weapons are heavily elaborated on but I do not recall them now.

      I am standing in a plaza in what looks like a fairly normal town along with three other super soldiers. Two of us to each side of a president or military general who is announcing that aliens are invading earth and we are being deployed to fight them.

      I am shown a visual of the alien ships. They have several classes of varying design but share some basic features with a long, spindly hully with lots of complicated details, a medium sized warp drive ring and three or four large radiator sails that glow orange near the rear. The alien ships begin launching hundreds of missiles at earth, nukes or antimatter or something that makes a very big explosion.

      The dream then changes to me being outside a partially destroyed city. Most everyone is dead due to having been on the periphery of the blast, but my armor and genetic augmentations left me relatively unharmed. I find two children who managed to avert everything other than minor injuries and are mourning all the dead people. I then get informed through my radio that another missile is coming to finish the job and I need to save as many people as I can.

      I grab two children, carrying one over each shoulder and run into a building that looks mostly intact. I try to comfort them to little effect both are crying and pounding on my shoulders. Inside the building is laid out like a large shopping mall. Its lights are on and it looks utterly undamaged. Every store is a japanese noodle bar of some kind. There are hundreds of them arranged vertically and horizontally. All of them are closed. I am still frantically trying to find a bunker before the missile hits. I then see that behind the closed garage door type cage thing used to prevent theft there is a door that gives access to the building basement. I intuitively remember that connects to a bunker. Being a supersoldier I simply rip the cage-gate-thingy open with only a little effort.

      A security guard shows up. He looks like paul blart and even rides a segway and reprimands me for being here after hours and trying to steal from a store. I try to explain there is a ten-teraton antimatter missile going to hit the city any minute and we need to get deep underground ASAP. I decide to ignore him because he's either dense or has seriously been living under a rock.

      The nuke falls and I die. In the afterlife Marcus appears to me. He explains that the afterlife exists in quantum superposition like schrodinger's cat. It only materializes when one observes it and it becomes whatever they perceive it to be.

      Updated 12-16-2022 at 02:19 AM by 53527

      non-lucid , dream fragment
    13. Winter Comp Night 11: FA and Computer Marcus

      by , 12-14-2022 at 01:21 AM (Lucid Time!)
      False awakening. I wake up at my work, and immediately the dream is anxiety laced as I realize I have fallen asleep at work and probably gotten written up for it. I am sleeping in a long light blue couch made of synthetic leather. I questioned the situation somewhat but didn't properly ask if I might be dreaming. Nobody else seemed to be there so I simply decided to leave the building. I headed for the door and noticed it was a sort of twilight. The sky was blue with pinkish clouds reflected in the sunrise/sunset.


      Marcus was an AI construct on my gaming PC. His AI looked like his robot form and could hover around on the screen. I remember he was playing Kerbal Space Program and I came to see what he was doing. I greeted him through a microphone and he responded but I don't know what we talked about and I don't remember becoming lucid.

      Imma just count this as two fragments. I'm pretty sure the FA dream was actually from night 9, its sort of been sitting in the back of my memory.

      Dream Fragment x2 = 1pt
    14. Winter competition night 10: Nudist Rollerink and Layer 1

      by , 12-12-2022 at 08:02 AM (Lucid Time!)
      From earlier on in the night:

      I recall I was playing the role of a character in some character that was being made in an 80s movie about someone who was being bullied and generally a butt monkey. I was at a location that was supposed to be a roller rink but the decor was really bland, everything was just shades of white and light gray. Two dream characters (one female flanked on either side by two male, who are all completely naked) walk over and start bullying me. The fact that they are naked is absurd makes me realize that I am dreaming.)

      Upon becoming lucid I remember that I am participating in a lucid dreaming competition, though I was still not 100% there. I then remember that the last time I was lucid I did a little 'trans'formation which earned me quite a few points and after chuckling at my own lame joke think I could do that a second time since I am confident that it will work. I even recalled that I preformed it by looking up at the ceiling and then back down at myself. Success. Turns out I was completely naked too so the body changes are immediately obvious.

      The female bully comes back over.

      "El-oh-el. (she sounded out LOL, hey I thought this was supposed to be a an 80s movie why are we using modern slang...?) You changed sex and your boobs are smaller than mine!"

      She was right, I didn't have the same 'assets' I did last time I transformed though everything else seemed the same. I wasn't terribly concerned about that, figuring I could fine-tune it if I wanted. She continued with some unimaginitive insults and goading other dream characters into harassing me. More dream characters (again, all of them are naked)

      "Stop bullying me. This is a lucid dream that we are sharing. If you bully me you are only hurting yourself." This time was said with confidence.

      Instantly the lead girl flies into a rage and tries to attack me. She starts wailing on me with her hands trying to slap me to no effect. I use one hand to push her stomach. Not like a punch but still with some force and she goes flying back and sliding into the wooden roller rink. She slides on her butt around the rollerblade circuit (its quite small, maybe eight meters long), sliding around again and again in the route a skater would take. All the dream characters are pointing and laughing at her as her leg catches the edge and she starts to spin around.

      "Stop laughing! It isn't funny." Even though upon awakening I do recognize it is a little funny.

      I try to explain, rather poorly to the crowd of dream characters that they are figures in my dream, and that therefore they are all parts of me. My voice sounds squeaky and lacking any confidence even though I am reasonably confident in what I am saying even if I don't quite have the vocabulary to explain it concisely. I keep trying to correct this to no avail and its rather frustrating. I explain that if one part is 'disharmoniously integrated' then some part of me is not being accepted. This seems to aggravate the other dream characters who are adverse to me being lucid in the dream. Most run away, naked dream characters all spilling out the door while a few decide to attack me instead.

      The dream scene changes to have ugly yellow wallpaper and I move into a new room. There is a nonsensical metal railing, like one might see on an industrial catwalk winding through the room and I am being attacked by a large, muscular male dream character. He tries repeatedly to punch me but I'm casually blocking all the punches like Neo at the end of the first matrix movie. He pulls a knife (out of where, I don't want to know because he was completely naked). He goes to stab me in the solar plexus. I feel a little poke and see the knife has gone in only about a millimetre and there is only a single drop of blood. He tries really hard to push it in further but to no avail.

      I then summon a bamboo rod by reaching behind me. I hit the dream character on the head, not too hard, and say "go to horny jail" which was in some way connected to the fact that all the DCs were naked and that he was male and I was female (at least in form). Unlike my last lucid despite everyone being nude there was virtually no sexual charge to the dream. A large cardboard box falls on top of him, like a washing machine box and he squats down as it falls on him to trap him inside. There is like a slide whistle sound as the box comes down. Written on the front in black marker were the words 'Horny Jail'. There is a cutout with a window and three or four narrow jail bars made of cardboard wrapping paper tubes. The DC growls and pounds on the inside of the box in frustration, grabs the cardboard jail bars and shakes them trying to get them loose. Despite being a strong muscular looking male DC, he is thoroughly trapped by the cardboard box.

      The dream continued for awhile becoming nonlucid.

      I did a WBTB early in the night, about midnight I woke up and adjusted the bedding and got water. I was too tired to think about writing down the dream despite my excitement at what by recent standards was a successful lucid dream. But I fixated on the scene where I pushed the female DC back and the horny jail moment and told myself. There was no way I was forgetting that.

      Just woke up from a layer-1 lucid moments before reading this.

      I had a false awakening after dreaming about some sort of family gathering non-lucidly. I was at my dad's sisters house.

      It was dark, but I was in my parents old bedroom. I felt around engaging the sense of touch more than the sense of sight and felt a face with short stubble/beard of a male sleeping next to me. I thought it might be my father but the face shape was wrong and it appeared to be bald instead. (Marcus human form return confirmed?) I looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand by the window and it said 12:14:999 on an oversized seven-segment display. This doesn't make sense to me so I work my phone out of my pocket and check it. It says 12:14:99.
      I start to have a panic dream that I am late for school/work/college and overslept but then realize that the time is nonsensical and that I am dreaming! The epiphany wakes me up.

      DILD (x2) = 15pts
      WBTB (x1, success) = 2pts
      DC Interaction = 2pts
      Full Transformation = 10pts
      Object Summoning = 5pts
      Invulnerability (not perfect but good enough) = 5pts
      Super Strength = 5pts

      Updated 12-12-2022 at 08:06 AM by 53527

      lucid , false awakening
    15. Winter Comp Night 6: Dysphoria

      by , 12-08-2022 at 10:31 PM (Lucid Time!)
      One thing about LD comps is I feel compelled to share dreams I wouldn't otherwise because they seem somewhat inappropriate for public discussion. Content Warnings for the relevant bits, proceed at your own risk.

      I recall being in the park of my old town meeting up with a group of about 20 dream characters who are part of a firearms enthusiast club. I have brought a new gun.it looks like an fn p90. I converse with the members of the group who are enthusiastic about owning new large assault rifles and are talking about wanting to go to a shooting range to have an accuracy competition and take slow motion videos of bullets hitting things.

      The leader of the club is an army captain or major who wears a slight beard of light brown hair and a baseball cap. He gives a short friendly but firm lesson on gun safety. Reminding all club members to check safeties and keep weapons unloaded. He then emphasizes not to point any firearms at anyone ever. Even if they are unloaded and have the safety on because a bullet could still be in the chamber.

      We dismiss the meeting and I head home. The layout of my old neighborhood is disjointed and in order to get home I must walk along a narrow dirt path that runs through woods and wetlands. The trees are bare and the reeds in the wetlands yellow and dead as though it is winter. On one side of me are huge vertical houses five or six stories tall built on sloping lawns draining into the wetlands.

      I navigate back to my childhood home before remembering that my parents and grandparents are visiting and would never approve of me having a firearms. I go in through the basement door and wrap the carbine in dirty laundry including a thick jacket.

      I make my way upstairs and all the dream characters aggressively question me including my childhood friend X. I repeatedly explained that I was just doing laundry and tried to sound annoyed rather than nervous. eventually they bought my line of bs.

      I got up to my room which resembled how it looked when I was in junior high. I hid the laundry with the gun in my closet. My father appears and shows me a Lego star wars ucs at-at and says he wants to build it with me.

      I am at college but the environment is original to dream. At first I am in a cafe with a subway and see my old supervisor from when I worked at subway. I then headed outside onto a pool terrace. There are multiple small hot tubs in a sort of terraced structure, with water flowing down waterfalls from one tub to the next. There are a multitude of dream characters lounging around in swimsuits and some of them are rather attractive. Many of them are looking at me funny.

      I then notice that I am not wearing swimming clothes but rather a tucked in button up shirt and dirty white boxer briefs. I immediately feel embarrassed and decide to remove myself from the situation, heading back inside. I go into the women's bathroom by accident. It is a normal, actually somewhat nice bathroom with a vase of flowers on the counter. I get thrown out by a woman and go into the mens room.

      Spoiler for CW: feces and masturbation:

      I lost the dream and mercifully woke up. Did a WBTB with the intention of having another dream about me being junior high age, a frequent theme but recognizing it and becoming lucid.

      Spoiler for CW: sex:

      Nonlucid dream x2: (2pts)
      WBTB: (Success 2pts)
      Winter theme (5pts)
      DILD: (10pts)
      DC Interact (2pts)
      Full Transformation: (10pts)

      Updated 12-08-2022 at 10:42 PM by 53527

      lucid , non-lucid
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