Lucid Time!

I'm starting to get over my illness. My recall really stepped it up.

Campus Emergency

Something weird was happening. For one reason or another, every building on the college campus was closing up. It was nighttime and I was outside. I think it was because of a gas leak or somebody had an infectious disease and they needed to quarantine off the campus.

...or something.

I remember that I met up with this girl who felt familiar. I had the vague inkling that this was a dream but that I knew the girl IWL. (I have never seen the girl before in my life). She was really short and kind of chubby with long black hair.

She wanted my help going back to her dorm or my dorm or something. (First dream of the night, cut me some slack, I don't remember the plot or flow of events particularly well.) I remember going to one of the dorm buildings and having it replaced with a concrete frame of the building. We were able to navigate the stairs but there were no windows or doors or carpets or anything. I think it might have been the dorm building that I am normally living in, but then replaced with another dorm building, the one that the girl was living in.

She said that she was hungry. I told her we would find a food place. We walked around the campus, that was in a complete disarray and not arranged in any way like it was IWL. There were emergency vehicles everywhere and personnel were asking students to please remain calm. I couldn't see any fire or any sort of disaster. All of the food places on campus were closed too.

She had family/friends involved in whatever invisible campus emergency was going on, and asked if she could hold my hand at one point.

The only things that I had on me were my phone, keys and wallet. (IWL, I generally carry snacks around campus in my backpack.) I figured that since there was a big emergency, (I remember hearing in the dream that classes were going to be cancelled for awhile.)

I eventually decided that the only thing to do was to take her to my parents house. The two of us started talking and we were walking to my car. She pointed out the moon to me.

The moon was full and had 'Deal With It' sunglasses on...



Two-Path Beach Dream

I was going to the beach with my family. My grandparents were there and they were nagging me about not putting on sunscreen. I for some reason (even though I was nonlucid or only had a vague inkling that I was dreaming) said to them that it was okay that I wasn't wearing sunscreen since I was lucid dreaming, and they accepted that.

There was something to do with this guy who flew a model airplane that was the size of a real airplane and it also hit members of our family. He got in big trouble and they decided to punish him by taking him to this little sand island that was about five hundred feet offshore and making him have a time-out there.

I remember digging a hole in the sand with my hands at one point. The sand at this beach was very clay-like and mold-able. (The kind that my inner child knew that was perfect for making sand castles). I remember thinking to myself that playing in the sand is sort of a kids thing and that I should stop, but my weird semi-lucid state said that it was okay because it would be over soon and I should enjoy it while it lasts.

Path #1.

The dream took a dark turn. The sky was dark grey and white at the horizon and there were multiple suns on the horizon. They went upwards in a vertical line to about 45 degrees decreasing in size and brightness as they went up. The ground was made of an odd mirror like subsistence.

I was told that I was going to be trapped in the dream and going on a journey with a few other people. We were going to be trapped there for a very long time and needed a food supply. The only food we had was a huge glass box full of chocolate chips.

I suddenly began to feel every sick to my stomach and felt as if I had only eaten chocolate for a long time and desperately craved something else, and became semi-awake or something.

Path #2

I was on the beach still. Manei was there sleeping on a beach towel. She got up off of it and started talking to me. For some reason I was really drawn to the pattern on her beach towel.



I got teleported to my grandparent's house. I was sitting on the swing in the backyard. I felt like I was a little kid again. Manei manifested said something about wishing that I had more than one dream guide, and so she decided to split herself. She said that since she was 19, each new guide would be half her age.

She disappeared and two younger versions of her appeared side by side. One of them said that she was 9 and the other was 10. The older one was ever so slightly taller. The younger one said that this was her older sister.

9:"How much older than me are you?"

10:"One year?"

9:"I though it was more like a million bazillion years!"

Me "oh, god, please no! I hate it when there's twins and you can't tell them apart!"

The two twins disappeared and then Manei reappeared. She explained that she couldn't split her age into fractions and make two 9 and 1/2 year old twins since you can't divide whole numbers. She said that splitting herself was no fun since she didn't know how to do it properly and would just wind up with duplicates of herself.

I lost the dream.

One Manei is more than enough for me, thank you!


Clockwork by Rodely Radrick

I was reading a novel (but it was animated in the style of a Disney movie.) It was called 'Clockwork' by an author named Rodely Radrick. I know that I was semi lucid in this dream as well because I remember that I was trying to remember things about it so that I could write about them.

The story was pretty short. Alien ships would swoop down attacked and bombed world with plasma bombs. I remember seeing the attack, they cut down a city with a slow moving ship just cutting the city down like a lawnmower going back and fourth.

Only one boy survived since he hid in a cave. He for some reason had a clock in his face. His nose was the middle of the clock and clock hands would go around his face. He had roman numerals tattooed on his face.

When he found out he was the last boy on earth he became really greedy and began stealing all of the most valuable objects on the planet. He eventually made friends with a black and white cat in a ninja/theif outfit that could talk and acted as a mother figure and a robot spider with a ray cannon that caused plants to grow. (This Rodely Radrick guy was either really creative or a stoner.)

One day, the main character found a little game-boy type device and started playing a game on it. The game was like a more cartoony version of Halo. You played as these gray space marine cyborgs with rifles fighting alien brain monsters. Supposedly these were the aliens that had actually attacked earth in the story.

He was really good at the game. I remember him being on this planet where the sky was green and there were all of these stars. The surface of the planet was quicksand that rose and fell in waves, but there were purple rocks that the space cyborgs could jump on.

Upon beating the game, he learned the truth. The governments had made a pact with the aliens to preform a social experiment on humankind, and the richest people fled onto the dark side of the moon and lived with the aliens. The aliens wanted to judge human society by killing everyone and seeing, if left alone, what a lone human would do.

The war between the humans and the aliens had actually happened on a far away planet two decades ago. The humans used robots to fight so that they wouldn't have to cover up casualties. The game that the boy played was based off the real war between the humans and the brain monster aliens.

The main character then realized that he had to return all of the stuff he had taken or do something good with it to prove the aliens and government that he was good. But the clock hands on his face started spinning really fast and distracted him.

It cut back to the game that he started playing again. This made the clock hands stop spinning. I remember looking at the green sky with all the stars and thinking it looked familiar. I lost the dream and woke up.

Bedtime: 12:00 (Got in bed at 10:00, wrote in my waking journal for 2 hours. I had a lot to talk about.) I'm also a little bit sick.

I had a long nonlucid dream. I have no memory of what it was about.

WBTB

I had a terrarium where my drawing board is in my room. In it were three magic gerbils. One was pink, one was indigo-ish blue and one was bluish green. They could talk in these high squeaky voices and were as intelligent as any human. They had this little symbol on their side. They kind of reminded me of the likes of My Little Pony or Care Bears or something.

And while having these guys around, at first glance sounds girly and stupid, they were actually pretty handy to have around. They granted me special powers, and were actually pretty reliable friends.

I was in the kitchen having breakfast. Since the gerbils were magic and intelligent they could come out of their cage and I could rely on them to run away or something. They would regularly come outside the cage whenever I wasn't sleeping. A government agent jumped out and grabbed me from behind. Another one grabbed the three gerbils and put them into a cage. He started to carry them off.

"Help us, Jade!"

The government agent was trying to hold me still while they took the gerbils away. I tried to elbow him but it didn't do much. He just adjusted his grip and held that arm so that I couldn't move it.

I then thought about martial arts movies and how sometimes they can kick the bad guy over your shoulder if you kick really high. I decided to try that move even though IWL I can't do it. It worked and I knocked the guy out. I ran outside and saw the guy carrying the gerbils, in a cage to the car. I ran up behind him and kicked him in the back. He dropped the glass cage, that broke and the gerbils ran out.

I forgot that they wouldn't run away, and tried to scoop them up with a cup that I found in the garage. Another government agent showed up and tried to grab me. I dropped the cup in surprise and it broke. The gerbils run out.

"Don't worry about us! Stop them!"

The three ran off as a group and went into a hole in the outside of the house. I moved into the uppercut agent. He had a Taser and tried to shock me. I ducked under his arm and elbowed him in the back. He fell over and hit his head on the hood of my mom's car.

I then saw a fancy old white car pull up and a really old man with a top hat got out. As he got out, I was trying to figure out what this situation was, and remembered that just a few minutes ago, I was trying to WBTB. I became fully lucid. I knew that he was the leader of the government agents and I was going to have to fight him.

I started to walk toward him. He started to walk toward me and took of his jacket to reveal very muscular looking arms.

"Mr. Free, come to finish this once and for all, have you?" (wat?)

We kept walking right into close range. He gave a telegraphed punch. I swept into the ground dodging him and picked up a piece of ice off the sidewalk. When He turned around, I threw it in his face.

"Augh!"

He tried to kick at me in close range. I stepped back. He threw another kick, roundhouse this time. I ducked under it and kept moving back. I then jumped back, but before hitting the ground, boosted myself forward with my flying technique and kicked him with both legs. He tried to block but staggered back almost to his fancy white car. I moved in and kicked him in the solar plexus.

I woke up and my right leg was straight up to the ceiling. I guess my Taekwondo classes don't mesh perfectly with lucid dreaming after all.

And the reason that I say this was a mini WBTB was that the last time I looked at the clock was 7:33, and it was now 7:42. Meanting that the whole dream took less than 10 minutes.

I really think that pairing WBTB with MILD is the way to go from here. I've had so much success in such a short time-frame.

I was having a half birthday party at my house. It didn't seem like a lot of people had showed up though. My grandparents and my friend S were there. Then Manei showed up as a little girl, about 8-ish maybe.

She wanted me to give me her present now. I think I became partially lucid. It was a book that she had made. It looked like it had been made with computer paper and tied together with string. The whole thing was drawn with crayon.

The title was 'Light Green Paint'. This was a reference to the title of my own autobiography (still a WIP). The reason it was titled such was because at one point during writing my autobiography, I had made a joke about how the watercolor paint trays in elementary school art class never had any yellow since it was always tainted with green. So I said that there was green and there was light green. I thought it was absolutely hilarious when I first made the joke, but now it just makes me chuckle. I decided it would make a good title for the story.

It was supposed to be a book of our travels together. If I remember the first page was my first lucid dream where we met. I looked through it quickly to see what was in it. Some of the pages were actually references to other lucid dreams that I had in the past.

Though for some reason the one that stuck with me was not even a dream that I remember having. We were in a workshop where some guy made Russian nesting dolls. I began to get a false memory, and I identified it as a false memory, causing me to become even more lucid.

She was talking about how I was sometimes too introverted and didn't really tend to care about others, but that might be a good thing because there were a lot of mean people in the world. The dream phased into the workshop of the guy who made the nesting dolls, but she still had the book with her and was showing me other drawings from it. Despite being done in crayon, they were pretty well put-together drawings.

I was still looking through it excited to see what else she had done. Most of the things in the book were things that I don't even remember doing in LDs.

I lost the dream.

I was on a beach. There was a cement breakwater out to sea. It was very cold and snowing a little bit as well as overcast.

There was a film crew here, and I was playing a role in a movie. It was being directed by my old Spanish teacher from middle school. Supposedly this had something to do with making sure that every scene was filmed twice. Once in English and once in Spanish.

DawnEye11 was there. She looked sort of like the drawing she sent me, with a purple dress and a ponytail on one side. I don't think any of her guides were there though. We had a scene together where we were supposed to talk about [something, I think it was related to lucid dreaming]. I remember I kept on thinking she was Manei for some reason and kept asking her if she was Manei. She kept on saying no.

We were helping one another out in some way other than just talking. I think I had to talk with her father or something since she was scared to talk to him because he was mad. I don't remember if he was actually mad or it was just a part of the movie.

I then realized that if I was looking for Manei than I must be dreaming. I became lucid right around the time we finished filming the scene. DawnEye11 thanked me for being in the scene of the movie. As it turned out she was the one who had written it as an autobiographical story of how she became a lucid dreamer.

The film crew started to pack up and leave. Manei then came out of the water in a swimsuit. (WTFudge why are you in a swimsuit it's snowing) She started talking dirty and I told her I was in no mood for that, and I wanted to learn how to stabilize my dreams better. I lost the dream and woke up.

I feel like there was so much more to the part about Dawneye11 in this dream. I can't remember it though.

WBTB

I got some semi lucid dream. Me, S and his brother were at a big boy restaurant. S had this giant platter of sandwiches and was eating from it. We started talking about how our cartoon characters often have color motifs. We were trying to match up characters who had similar motifs.

We got into a discussion about two of our characters and what would happen if they got into a fight. One you might be familiar with, Raiah who is one of my characters. We'll just call the character that S was talking about L, since he uses the name of a real person.

Raiah and L are both Cyborgs. They both rely on heavy weaponry and what not. The fight started to manifest in the dream. They were in this large room made up of dark grey panels, like an aperture science test chamber was what it made me think of. It was dimly lit.

The two started fighting in hand to hand combat. L started flying around the room using his tether and Raiah was flying around firing on him with dual pistols. The dream faded into a waking daydream that carried on for another minute as I woke up.

This WBTB chain was courtesy of OkmAR on the chat. He explained to me that counting is key in WBTB. Hopefully this isn't a one-off and I can repeat this in the future.

I was flying some kind of small aircraft or hovercraft down a highway in a populated area. I was trying to get into space and also keep track of how much fuel that I had left. (I had quite a lot.) I needed to get into space and rendezvous with a space station.

I became lucid and jumped off the vehicle and started flying. I remember cars on the highway started beeping and swerving when the drivers saw me. A couple of guys actually got into an accident.

I flew under a couple of overpass bridges, then decided to carry on with the original plot of the dream, to go to space. I pulled up. As I pulled up, I could see where the highway ran off into the countryside. There were farmlands, houses, roads, barns. There also seemed to be an over-abundance of these large trees with yellowish-green leaves on them.

The sky, though mostly cloudy and hazy, had a nice spectrum of color too it, and looked very clear and realistic.

I then realized that I wasn't going up anymore. I was about halfway between the cloud layer and the ground. One of the things that I was thinking about as I flew was how its supposed to get colder as you go up. I did notice a chilly breeze at this altitude that seemed to be knocking me around in different directions.

I tried pushing higher, but for some reason, I couldn't fly much higher than the halfway point between the clouds and the sky. I decided that instead, I would interact with some dream characters.

I came to the ground outside one of the farm houses. It was a modern looking flat. There was a large zen-garden area out to one side of the house, but it looked as though it were dying. The flat looked a little bit worn-down too.

There were a man and woman, probably in their 30's getting ready to leave to go live with their parents. (I don't know how I knew this, but I did.) I touched down by the front door in the dying garden, where the woman was.

"Hey, is Manei around?" Expecting her to reply with something like 'she's inside'.

"No, sorry, she isn't."

"Oh okay." The woman started carrying a duffel to the truck that her husband was waiting in.

"What happened to your garden?"

"White Spore. Fungal infection." I observed all of the plants and saw that the ones that were dying were covered in a fine white powder substance.

"Oh. Sorry to hear that. I hope your garden is better soon."

I get down on one knee and put my hand on the ground. I close my eyes and said something or other, a dream control phrase that intended to fix the woman's garden. When I opened my eyes, it looked like all of the plants were healthy and some new ones were added as well.

I started to become nonlucid here. The woman was very happy that her garden was fixed, and now she could invite all of my friends over. I can remember the scene actually changed to an inside area made out of brown cobblestones and having a large glass dome on top. There was a circular moat pool around the garden that had remained the same. I looked in the pool and saw all of these strange aquatic animals.

The woman was talking with her friend about the animals she chose to put into the pool.

"So what do you want for your medium sized animals?"

Spoiler for I'll censor this line just in case...:

"I want all of my medium-sized animals to be men with balls."

At one point this giant Manatee came out of the water and started dancing behind me like some kind of joke. Everyone thought it was really funny because he would dance behind me and they thought that I wasn't noticing. Every time I tried to move, he would follow me. I was more confused as to anything else.

Then my cousins and my uncle showed up to go swimming with the sea creatures in the moat pool. He took of his shirt and he had this weird plastic grate in his stomach that made it look like he had a 6-pack abs. He was bragging to everyone that he had the best abs.

The Dancing Manatee accidentally kicked me in the back during one of his dance moves. (I know Matinees have flippers, but this one had arms and feet, and little black claws in his feet.) I had a little puncture wound in the back of each leg that was bleeding where the claw went in. The woman who owned the garden apologized and shamed the Manatee as if he were a small child. He started crying. She then went to get me a bandage.



WBTB

I was at my mom's work. I was watching TV and eating ice cream out of the tub.

...

I was moving around the work when I noticed that I had some dry/dead skin on one of my hands, about the size of a fifty cent piece. It was between my thumb and index finger on my right hand. I started to peel it off. It was hard like rock and when I tried to peel it off, I saw there was no new skin underneath it, and it started bleeding.



Wait a second, can't I head this since I'm dreaming.

...

I'm not dreaming, am I? I am!

I tried wiping my left hand over the dead skin patch and I told myself that it would be gone. It was completely gone. Bonus, I was lucid dreaming.

I wanted to stabilize. I looked at my hands to get a better picture of them. I seemed to have the correct number of fingers on both hands. I tried to do the 'push finger through palm' RC but it didn't work. My hands in dreams, are sadly, very normal.

"Heighten Lucididty!"

I looked around. I could tell I was no longer in my mom's workplace. I was in what felt like my old middle school. I figured I should make my way outside. I tried to fly, but it failed, and I ended up falling down one of the stairwells.

I remember falling flat on my butt when I tried to fly that time.

I then saw somebody had left a silver travel mug on the stairs. I went up to it and felt it. It was warm. I looked inside and saw it was full of tea. I looked at the label on the end of the teabag.

'Lucidi-Tea Company'

That pun hurt my soul.

I looked up and saw that the doors at the bottom of the stairway were closed. But they had two little windows. I saw Manei walk by, look at me through one of the windows and walk on.

I lost the dream and woke up.

WBTB

I think the first dream was sort of repeating. I was again flying some kind of aircraft. This time it was a small black stealth fighter jet. Somebody was boasting about it's capabilities. It might have belonged to Marcus. He was explaining how it was able to fly into orbit and back since it used [a special type of engine]

There seemed to be some kind of malfunction though, and I was flying really low over a tropical archipelago.

...

I somehow found myself in town with S. I was talking with him about how air pressure changes as you go up. I remember telling him that after you go up every mile you lose half the air pressure. (This is probably inaccurate...) So at sea level its one atmosphere. At one mile up, its .5 atm. At two miles up it is .25 atm, etc.

I told him how the plane that I had been testing was able to fly at 100 miles up, so imagine how thin the atmosphere must be up there.

I then became lucid and decided to fly. I saw that the town we were in was surrounded by mountains, like in Puerto Rico. There was a radio tower and I decided that I would fly to the top of that. I started to focus on my intent and lifted off the ground.

Some DCs in the town looked at me with the typical amazement and shock-and-awe. S said he wanted to come with me. I tried to lift him into the air with me, but he was really heavy, and unable to fly himself.

The farthest I was able to get us was the roof of a parked car. We sat there. Manei came and asked me what I was doing. I lost the dream and had an FA.

I FA'd on the couch in my living room. I decided it was time I end my WBTB chain and enter these all on Dreamviews. I got up, booted up my computer and sat down at the kitchen table.

My dad was working. He asked what I was doing. I told him that I was going to enter the three lucid dreams that I had into my DJ.

He got really upset since he had been secretly trying to lucid dream for years, but was always too prideful to ask for advice. But since I had three lucid dreams in one night, and he had none he felt it high time he asked me for advice.

I told him to tell me about his technique. I woke up for real.

I was actually really tempted to go back and try for a fourth lucid dream in one night.

I was at my friend S's birthday party. I became lucid here and was trying to accomplish tasks.

S's dad was modeling the weapons that his comic characters use in his comic. He was really happy. Some of them even worked though.

I don't remember much of what I did though. I remember I was eating a lot of popcorn and pizza to stabilize. I ended up not accomplishing any tasks and having a false awakening.

I think my dad was there and he got mad for one reason or another.

I was playing chess with a DC for one reason or another. (Or at the very least setting the board up.)

...

Dang messed up recall. This is the next portion that I can remember and this is the end.

I manifest in the parking lot of my middle school, and I am already at a very high level of lucidity. I didn't have a car, but I found a metal ruler in the parking lot. I picked it up and felt it to stabilize.

I felt something calling me inside of my middle school. I generally have a very negative connotation with the place, and figured that the ruler might be useful as a weapon if I encounter some unfriendly characters in there.

I walk in. The front room looks like a diner with a big line. I have the inkling Manei might be around here somewhere. I look around and try to find her. I don't see her but I am approached by an old woman. She tells me to forgive her for it being so crowded in here, but that things have been busy lately.

I follow her into another room that looks like the school cafeteria where she asks me to sit down.

"Do you know what this place is? Do you know what goes on here?"

"Looks like an underfunded middle school, just like it always has..."

"This is a little more important. Do you know what happened in your past...

She talked for a little bit. She wasn't really making a lot of sense to me, it was all this spiritual stuff again. I remember still having the ruler on me at that point and feeling it to keep the dream going.

At one point, she got out a white binder and opened to a page. There was a sheet with 5 symbols in four rows next to blank boxes. She asked me to remember the very last symbol as it was important somehow to getting into another dream that I needed to have with the woman.

"Okay, Let me draw that so I can remember it."

I get a pen and paper and get ready to draw it (also perfect set-up for Bloblularwindmil's dare if I were thinking clearly.) But then I sneezed in the dream and woke up. I forgot the symbol.

Interpretations: More cryptic spiritual stuff. Great.

I was having a dream of annoying things. I was trying to assemble a power wheels toy, but pieces seemed to be missing. I tried reading the instruction manual, but it was just information on the ratio of the size of a bolt should be to the nut around it.

Lots of other annoying things were happening. We kept getting sales calls.

My dad came home and he was really mad that I hadn't finished building it for the kids down the street.

My late grandparents came and knocked on the door. For some reason my grandfather's head was really tall (about 2 or 3 feet.) His face was on the bottom. I at first was very annoyed because this was just the next in the long line of annoying things to happen to me. I then became lucid, realizing that they were dead IRL, and my grandfather's head was absolutely absurd. However, the dream ended.

I had a false awakening in my house and started getting ready to go to college. A song was playing and at first I couldn't figure out what it was, but it sounded familiar.

After about five minutes (I was eating breakfast) I realized it was a Daft Punk song. Then I remembered the actual name of the song, 'Face to Face'. There were no lyrics, just the instrumental portion. I lost the dream a moment after I remembered the song.



...

I had a dream about Dawn. His hair and outfit was like Edward Elric and it was at the scene from the anime where he gets trapped in gluttony's stomach. He started running around and freaking out.

Some weird kind of dream glitch happened. I saw more Fullmetal alchemist characters. I remember seeing king Bradley and Envy.

[Dream Logic] Dawn wanted to cut his hair, because he thought that he could disguise himself as Soul Evans from Soul Eater. He thought that if he could pass as a character from another anime, they might let him out of here. But he couldn't find anything to cut his hair with. [/Dream Logic]

...

I was on my college campus. All of the buildings were really spaced apart though. My parents were there. I was trying to lose them because I didn't want them to be following me around on my campus and embarrassing me.

I told them to wait where they were and I had to go the bathroom. I ran into a building. There was this really weird store that sold knives and guns. I wondered why that was allowed on a college campus.

The lady in there wanted to sell me this weird disc-shaped rock with seven small colored gems embedded in it. She had a whole bunch of them, but she had just finished making this one. She told me about how she would sell it to me for half price just as soon as she fired it in the oven. This was supposed to make the stone expand so that the gems would stay in it.

I told her I wanted to buy it. She then asked me to pose for a picture with it because I was her millionth customer. This big jewel-smith guy came out of the back to be in the picture too.

Interpretations: I can't say much about these. I've been dreaming about my late grandparents a lot in recent weeks.

My sculpture professor wanted to teach us how to play music. Supposedly this had something to do with making us better sculptors because you had diversity in what kind of art you worked on.

He had this assistant man with short hair and a black jacket, and he led us to this building on campus. When we went inside, I couldn't help but think that I was in my old high school.

When we got in we saw there were a whole bunch of telephones. Apparentley this was how we were going to make music, with the various tones of 'beeps' that play when you press the different buttons on the phone.

It then became some kind of video game tournament. This had to do with sculpture too, but also rhythm. Supposedly if you could find the right rhythm and flow of the game, you could beat anybody. And he wanted to prove his point by saying that he would take anyone on in any video game and beat them.

Some girl (it was Manei, and I would have recognized that had I not been nonlucid) volunteered to play him. He then asked the class what game they should play. I put my hand up and told him to play Chrome Hounds.

Manei was in a panic because she didn't know how to play. I asked her if she would give me her seat, and I would play the professor for him. I thought since I was really good, I might have a chance at beating him.

The match loaded in. (Somehow or other we skipped the phase where you assemble your Mech) My mech was this large light gray tank vehicle with rocket pods on the sides. The map we were on was small. I only had one base in the far bottom left corner of the map. There was a river that ran past my base, cutting the map in half northeast to southwest. The rest of the map was snowy tundra with some small mountains scattered about in no particular pattern.

I started moving, slowly, when I realized that whoever had build my mech had forgotten to set the weapon systems. Even though I had a large number of rocket pods, I could only fire four of them.

I started advancing, and got a little more than halfway across the map when I heard the 'base capture warning' (Two inaccuracies to the game here. One, there was no base capture warning, and Two, You didn't capture the base in this game, you destroyed it.)

I turned around and headed back, when I realized that I had a clear shot from where I was. I shot, and my rocket pods bombarded the area around my base. I saw his mech. it looked like a covered army truck, and was green and brown. When he started taking hits from me he panicked and drove toward me. This only made it easier for me to score a few more direct hits on him.

He didn't seem to have any weapons either. He might have had some small machine guns or something, but he didn't seem to do any damage to me. He tried to flee back to his base, but found himself getting killed before he could do so.

The professor got very upset that his demonstration of how having a good musical rhythm could make you better at anything, even games you had never played before. The dream scene changed to the lake behind my house. I became semi lucid.

What followed was probably the single most random thing I think my dream guide has ever done:

"You have proven that you are worthy. You may touch my bicep." (She flexes)



I... I got nothing... That is the most random thing that I think you could have done in the situation. (I mean granted, I don't believe in gender roles, and if a girl wants to show off her muscles, that's totally fine with me. It was more of the way that she said it, trying to sound sophisticated that made this so funny and random. I think she was really just being silly again.)

I wasn't fully lucid. I saw that my neighborhood was full of snow, but it was all melting. There seemed to be all of these unusual objects buried in the snow that were only revealing now.

"Is that a car? Did somebody seriously lose an entire car underneath the snow?" (Gesturing to a crushed white car half-buried in the snow.)

For some reason, I was talking with a very strong east Asian accent.

I then found these objects wrapped in brown paper. [False Memory] They were crystals that I was trying to recolor to be green so that they could aide in healing my heart chackra [/False Memory] I wondered if my coloring agent had worked. When I started to unwrap the crystals I saw the color peel off with the paper. It hadn't worked and my crystals were still white/clear like I had 'remembered' them.

For some reason, Manei had been replaced with this girl with dirty blonde hair and freckles. She asked me somethings bout the crystals.

...

I was still in the same general location. I was looking in a puddle of melted water and saw that there were small mushrooms in it that turned into glowing purple jellyfish here. They swam around in the puddle and eventually started swimming around in the air around me.

I remember thinking that this was really weird and cool, and that I would like to see if I could do something with it the next time I was dreaming, I might be able to experience something like this. The Jellyfish carried on for a minute.

I think Manei showed up again before the end of the dream.

I had a dream that I was a Chinese girl and had been kidnapped and taken into an underground human trafficking circle. I was forced into prostitution. The dream took a number of dark turns and twists. I'm going to skip over most of this dream because I honestly just don't feel like sharing it.

I remember they would lock us in a room that felt like my basement. They wouldn't feed us very much because the lack of food kept us weak and unable to fight or run away.

...

Raiah (Yeah that comic character that I've been trying to make a dream character) showed up to break us out. Though somehow she was able to manifest Ateria and attack all of the crime boss guys. I became lucid here thinking that wasn't right but somehow lost my lucidity immediately after.

At the end of the dream we got set free. I can remember a bunch of the girls had actually gotten pregnant because of the prostitution and there were a bunch of babies. They had set up a day care in my old middle school for some reason and were adopting them off to families.

I didn't get pregnant though because somehow or other I was still a boy. I was actually slightly lucid through the whole dream.

At the day care at the middle school, they had for some reason recorded all of the babies cries and played them on a loudspeaker, and you could press a button to hear a different baby. This had something to do with determining the babies were like and what their ideal parents might be.


Something to do with being in a treehouse. The whole thing was filled with locked mailboxes. Supposedly this was some kind of role playing game and you got your character's items from the mailbox. There were 25 in total and the higher number key you had the better items you got. I had key #25 so I got the best items.

A girl with orange hair was there. She had a key to secret area #5, the highest numbered secret area. It was supposedly in the tree-house somewhere. We had to climb on the outside of the tree-house to get there. Supposedly with the items from box #25, you could beat the boss behind door #5 and be the best in the world at the game.

We climbed on the outside of the tree-house. It was really big and there were all of these strange items in it, kind of like the house from KND. We found a red metal door at the very top and opened it. Even though it was just a freestanding door, walking into it was like Monster's Inc and it was a portal into a large room.

It was somehow like super mario bros or something, and the girl with orange hair was playing. She had to fight this hard boss. She had this strategy where she would let herself die by standing under the boss. But if you stood in just the right spot you could exploit a glitch where the boss would knock you to where a health power-up that would re-spawn just after you died. So you could stay alive forever and survive the bosses attack.

The orange hair girl won in the end.

Bedtime: 12:20

Well, I guess bedtime doesn't determine everything.

It started off with some dream about driving and walking through an urban area trying to get my cousins to a baseball game.

Somehow or other, I wound up in what felt like the woods behind my neighborhood. It was tropical though, and everything was green. The dream was very clear despite being nonlucid. I was showing them houses that had been overgrown and abandoned many years ago. We were talking about how we would have liked to live in them in their prime.

We came to this one house, a huge four story mansion. (Or the frame of one anyway) A massive tree, about 20 feet in diameter and easily 500 feet tall had cleaved the entire frame in half, leaving only two smaller sections standing. Myself and the party of DCs (there were two or three of us total.) were hypothesizing about how the middle must have once looked.

We made our way around back, climbing over fallen trees. We saw that a river ran along the back of the house. There were waterfalls flowing from the cliff-side into the river.

"How cool would it be to live with 3...4 waterfalls in your backyard?!"

I then made an observation of some of the tropical flora. There were fern trees all around us.

This for one reason or another made me become lucid.

I stabilized briefly. I then decided that I wanted to go and see my subconscious and tell him/her/it that I wanted more lucid dreams. I shouted "I want to see my subconscious right now!"

I saw that there was a small double door between two large boulders on the forest floor. The two DCs that I was with walked through it.

I opened the door after them. It was nothing but blackness. I let myself fall in. I fell for awhile before arriving at this location suspended in the blackness.

There was a throne chair with a small child sitting in it. Built up around us was the back wall of the throne room, made out of castle stones, and the floor, made up of tiles. This crumbled away about a hundred feet from the chair in every direction, as if this one slice of the castle had been removed from the rest and placed into this void.

The child (who I guess was supposed to be my subconscious) was wearing a red king robe, golden crown and had a long scepter. Though none of this quite fit him because he was so small.

There were a couple of guards in strange white armor positioned on either side of his throne. I think Manei and Marcus manifested into the room behind me. I could feel their energies.

SubC "I am your subconscious, and I am very busy! Each time you say something to me, it's gonna cost you [some kind of special money]. You have 1,800 of it. Go!"

Me "How come so many of my efforts to lucid dream fail?"

1,750

SubC "Because you didn't do the work I gave to you. Remember Jonathan? Why is he not dead?"

Me "I did the right thing. He said that he wanted to go peacefully, so me and Manei agreed to let him go."

1,625

SubC "But that wasn't what you were supposed to do!" His tone of voice started to sound a bit whiny at this point.

Manei "If there is one thing [my name was garbled] taught me, it's that you shouldn't let other people decide who you are. You should [follow your own path or something.]

I saw that Manei had some kind of money counter for talking to this guy too. She only had about 600 of it. Marcus had no money and therefore wasn't allowed to speak.

SubC "What? You're taking his side?"

Manei (mad) "I wish I was never on your side to begin with."

SubC "Guards, show of force."

Me "Look at you. You try to control people and [mold them into what you want or something.] And when they start rebelling against you, you threaten them. [If you want people to respect you, you have to earn that respect, not force it out of them or something.]" (My ability to recall dialogue is horrible.)

1,333

SubC "Stop it! Stop it! It's not true! Guards, Seize them!" (He started sounding more and more like a whiny child.)

The two guards began to advance on me. The dream started to fade. I saw my 'money' was starting to tick down.

Me: "The way you choose to remove me from your presence rather than learn from me proves just how weak and immature you really are. When you [grow up a little], you will see that I was right about everything. I see no way we can come to an agreement if you are going to act like this."

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The dream cut to black here. I had an FA, but somehow still remained semi lucid. I was on the steps of one of the dorm complexes at my college.

Spoiler for Sexy Toys:

There was a huge blue dildo toy. There was a bottle on the back end of it that you could fill with whatever liquid you wanted, then squeeze it and it would squirt out the front. It was also covered in this soft fabric.

I was trying to hide this object because I didn't want anyone to know that I dreamed about it. I was also thinking about how I was going to describe this scene when I woke up and started writing about it in my DJ. Dang partial lucidity.

At one point I tried to throw it away, but it wouldn't fit in the trash can. It seemed to be continually growing. Eventually it started getting so heavy that I couldn't carry it.

There was also a part where I dreamed that I was trying to send one of my cats away in a cardboard box that would float like a boat on a lake. I felt like the lake we were at had taken the place of my old middle school.

Interpretations:

I really don't know what to make of this. I don't know why my subconscious was so childlike and closed-minded. He wanted things done a particular way, his way. He wanted no part of anyone else, and didn't want to earn their respect. (Sure, sounds like a much younger me, but I'm sure a lot of us acted that way as children since we simply didn't know any better.)

Despite heavy effort in MILD and earlier bedtimes, I have had a very foul last couple of days.

I've decided to start tracking my bedtime with each DJ entry to see what bedtimes seem to work the best for lucid dreaming.

Sun-Mon: Bedtime 9:40

I remember some dream about replacing superman, in every sense of the word. I had all of his powers, all of his responsibilities, etc.

I remember I had to wear his costume. It wasn't as tight fitting as it was to him, since I'm smaller and not totally buff. The costume looked more like the one from the old Superman movies with the more vibrant colors and less texture.

I think I ended up tripping over the cape at one point.

I got tricked into going into this hotel room/apartment where there was Kryptonite or something that made me lose my powers. But the Kryptonite was somehow dissolved in to the air, and I had to try and hold my breath. There was this bad guy in there who was a big black floating orb with one eye who was attacking me.

I lost consciousness in the dream.

Mon-Tues: Bedtime: 10:50

I had a couple of dreamlets last night, but they were really messed up. I don't feel comfortable sharing them. Skip.

There was something that I was comfortable sharing. Something to do with Attack on Titan. I remembered it when I woke up, but have since forgotten what it was about.

Interpretations: The Superman probably means something about having big shoes to fill or being poisoned by something. I don't make any immediate connections to things in my waking life though.

If my recall were to shape up, I'd have more to work with.

I had a dream about this giant ice rink that had been built out of snow/igloo blocks at the edge of my subdivision. Something to do with my dad, grandfather, hot cocoa and skating around the inside. It was lit up on the inside.

For some reason, I find it hard to stay invested in this NLD. It was sort of lacking content.

...

Something to do with being on a train, somehow connected to this dream. I do seem to dream about trains an awful lot given I've only ridden one a couple times in my life.


I was with a crew undergoing a manned survey of Mars. Our lander touched down not far from [One of Mars' largest volcanoes]. We had a crew of six people total. I don't recall any names, genders, etc. Just that there were six of us.

The lander came equipped with both an Ariel surveyor plane as well as a mobile analysis lab. Each one of these vehicles could hold two people, and the remaining two would stay with the lander.

I got put on the crew to fly the airplane. Now the areal surveyor was launched from some kind of rail cannon on the lander so that it would have enough speed to fly in the thin atmosphere. But when It launched us there was some kind of malfunction and we had to land asap.

I saw that we were going 411. Miles per hour? Meters per second? I don't know. I tried to gently nose the plane down. I was somehow able to see third person perspective and see that the landing gear was about to touch down in the red sand.

We touched the ground briefly before flying off a sand dune like a ramp. I saw that our speed was now 123. We hit the ground, but one of the landing gear hit a rock and we rolled over. The air surveyor was destroyed, but me and the other astronaut somehow survived.

But we had a new problem. We now only had the life support in our space suits to support us. Even if the mobile lab drove at full speed, they wouldn't be halfway to us by the time we were long dead.

I actually became a little bit lucid here, and remembered that I had the ability to summon Sir Chuggingloaf. (Read this ancient dream to know who that is.)

I don't know why I was thinking of that character, since he has only appeared one other time and it was over 10 years ago, but sure enough, I saw him fly down from the upper atmosphere. Only, in this dream, he wasn't a train, but rather a spaceship. Rather than a train gondola, he had a rocket booster and wings. He also had windows in his side.

A ramp opened up. Somehow, I was now with a large party of astronauts (10+ of them) and we were all getting inside of the flying bread spaceship. I didn't get in.

I also remember him looking like a cartoon superimposed on what had thus far been a very realistic looking dream. He smiled and flew off into the sky with everyone inside of him.

Interpretations: Any dream that involves talking bread spaceships is beyond my ability to interpret. I do seem to dream of being on Mars a lot. I wonder why that is.

A nightmare where I was looking into the mirror in my bathroom. The skin on my chest/stomach peeled off and my internal organs started to fall out. I remember my heart looked artificial and had some kind of gauge or pressure meter on it. I screamed and woke up.

wtf I haven't had a nightmare of any sort in like two years...

After that, I wanted to go back to sleep to see if I could snag some lucidity before morning. Some disjointed fragments led into a couple of congruent LDs.

-Something to do with my college dormitory. For some reason I was wearing golden earrings in the dream, somebody commented on them, saying that they looked good. I asked myself when I got piercings and could not recall. I didn't become lucid though.

-Something to do with drawing and a tin of colored pencils.

-I was playing LBP3. I was designing this level where you would run across all of these little white platforms that were moving and stuff was firing on you. There was also this big metal bridge that would unfold when you got close to it. A was there, commenting on how he liked the game-play aspect of it.

I was at the community pool in my cousin's hometown, though almost nobody was there except me and someone else. I was just chilling in the shallow end of the pool when this bully character approached the two of us. He picked us both out of the water and said he wanted to try and drown us in the deep end.

I tried to punch him but it didn't do much.

I elbowed him in the face and managed to swim away. He followed me out of the pool. I turned around to fight him. He was buff and had long blonde hair and short thick facial hair and blue eyes. It was also at this moment that I noticed that I was still wearing gold earrings. I thought this might put me at a disadvantage because he could grab them.

I ran in and kicked him in the stomach. He reeled back. He was almost at the edge of the pool. He came back and tried to punch me. I ducked under it and put my leg behind his. From there it was easy to just push him into the water.

He looked at me angrily. I thought he was going to just get out of the water and attack me again, but he seemed to just be waiting there. But this other DC showed up. He looked like Santa Claus except his outfit was all white.

He said something about learning to be submissive and recognize your own inferiority. He said that this was meant to be some kind of dream test and that I had failed it.

For some reason, I was just boiling mad at this Santa/Guide character. I started screaming at him that people shouldn't be taught to be inferior and submissive, and that you can't mold people into what you want. They will do their own things and form their own identities and moral codes and there is nothing that you can do about it.

I got so mad at him that I FA'd in my living room. But it felt smaller. All of the furniture had been pushed into one end of the room an there was a small Christmas tree in the room with some presents under it.

This seemed strange to me. I did a nose pinch RC. Lucid dreamin' baby. I had almost become fully lucid in the last section, but now I could think clearly. I still wanted to see Manei. I started calling her name, expecting her to simply be upstairs or something. No reply. I thought to go outside, but saw that it was very, very dark. The kind of darkness that would make me lose the dream.

I then realized that stabilizing would probably be a smart idea. I rubbed my hands together.

"I will not lose the dream until I have accomplished one of my goals!"

I then thought to try teleporting to the beach location. In the past my teleportation efforts have failed miserably, so I was gonna have to really commit. I closed my eyes and started visualizing the beach in Puerto Rico that my family goes to every year.

I started to see it in the center of my vision. I thought that I should start engaging my other senses. I tried to picture the sound of waves crashing on the shore, the smell of saltwater and the sun on my face.

However when I opened my eyes I was still in my home, but things were different. I saw that it had gotten considerably lighter outside. It still appeared to be foggy and gray, but I could make out the street and plants. The entire backyard had been taken over by a massive jungle/forest. There was a huge vine with massive mango-like fruit growing on it. (When I say massive Mango-Fruit, I am talking 3-4 feet across.

I made my way out the front door to get a better look at what was outside. The dream's clarity started revving up to very high levels here. I saw that half the neighborhood had been overtaken with these huge gnarled branches. There seemed to be pieces of a structure in there, as if it were made of I-beams.

I followed the gnarled branches up to see a huge tree, literally miles tall. It seemed as though as it got farther away, it looked less and less like it was made of wood. It seemed to be made of stone or metal, and had complex designs of overlapping circles and rune symbols on it. It was supporting the sky, that appeared to be solid, made of high-technology structures (like the surface of the death star). There were windows or some kind of white lights scattered about on the surface. There seemed to be places where it had rusted through though and real vegetation was growing through it, both on the tree and the sky.

The sky had to be 50 or 100 miles up. There were layers upon layers of thin, misty clouds surrounding the tree trunk. The thing that I remember the most was the temperature. It was sooo hot and humid in this dream.

I couldn't believe the enormity of these metal trees, and I had to check them out for myself. I started flying, but for some reason moved backwards very quickly. I stopped and stumbled.

"No, I want to go UP!"

I started flying again, but I still went backwards. I lost control of the ability to fly and got pulled out of the scene. Everything started shrinking and getting darker. I saw more of the trees supporting the sky ceiling for a moment. It looked like some of them were just tree stumps.

Somebody told me that this was a forest that had been cut down by giant cosmic beings from the seventh dimension, millions of years ago, but it was growing back now. I saw my town on a remove section of earth, like a SimCity tile, floating in nothing.

I was in a black void. White cubes were scattered about. I was still pulling backwards at increasingly fast speeds. I thought I might hit one of the cubes, not being able to see where I was flying.

I woke up.

Interpretations: I really have to come back to these after I've had some proper time to think about it.

My cat had given birth to three kittens. One was grey with green eyes and I named her Satri after one of my comic characters. Another one was black and white like a panda, and I named him Panda. The last one was blue and white with bright blue eyes. I named him Storm.

I remember thinking of how I have dreamed of a bright blue cat before.


I was at an airport where this psychic person would draw your 'higher self' or 'soul' or some such nonsense. I asked her to draw mine. She drew really fast, she only had one pencil but was somehow able to change its color. In about five or ten seconds she finished.

The picture she drew looked something like my avatar picture (supposed to be my dream self.) But the highlights were spread all through the hair, and the face was rendered more realistically.

My mom was really excited, like a little girl to get herself drawn as well. But when her's turned out to be some kind of hideous blob monster, she got really mad at the psychic.

We had to get onto our airplane after that. My dad was telling my mom to stop acting like such a baby because her drawing came out bad.


A story about a woman who was supposed to be the leader of a fantasy kingdom. However she had to endure these trials, and in one of them she was suspended on a platform with another man for three days. During the full moon, she turned into a where-leopard. And on the third night, the moon was full, she could not contain her hunger and ate the other man.

She then stated fighting this evil guy in a black cloak that rode in on a horse, but she was having trouble fighting because she had just eaten.

Then the old king of the kingdom showed up and helped her fight off the black cloaked man. He eventually fled. The woman changed back to normal because the moon went behind a cloud. She was sad because she had 'messed up' and ended the life of another person. The old king explained to her how she was going to be the leader, the people wanted someobody who was hardworking and never gave up. They didn't care about her flaws and mistakes so long as she kept trying to be the best that she could be.

A mad scientist was involved in the story somehow.


I was at a football game at my college. I can't really remember why I was there and I remember asking myself why I was at the football game. I became partially lucid for the entirety of this dream.

I was trying to leave but I ran into this group of girls who stated that they recognized me. I vaguely recognized two of their faces as girls from my high school who had crushes on me, but there were four or five of them. They were all wearing school colors and had face paint on.

They said that they wanted me to come with them. For no particular reason other than seeing what they wanted to do, I decided to go with them.

We walked into the outside area of the stadium (where all the food stands are under the seats) and somehow wound up in my garage. But it still felt like I was at the stadium.

One of them pointed out something odd about my hair. I looked in the mirror (we don't have a mirror in the garage IWL) I noticed it was partially black and partially brown. I thought this was strange.

I lost the dream after that.

I had a full beard/mustache. I was trying to shave it off with my electric razor. (Strange cause IWL, despite being 19, I hardly have more than a few stray hairs on my face.)


Something to do with the boardwalk behind my subdivision. I was exploring it. Everything was overgrown, however. There were huge fern/palm trees growing. The creek (normally polluted and full of garbage) was running crystal clear. It was very foggy and somewhat dark. I also remember being very hot and being partially lucid. I think I was flying around.


I was at college. I had wanted to take this girl out to lunch after she told me about how here scholarship stopped paying her and now all of her money was going into paying for her classes and she couldn't afford her meal plan anymore.

I got distracted though. There was some kind of drawing competition where you would trace around a person and then texture their body. You were rated on the creativity of how you textured the body. I remember that my group was upset because I hadn't been there for the competition.

They had traced around the girl that I was supposed to be taking out to lunch, but the legs were very out of proportion and very small. The texture they had chosen for her body was fish scales. She then got very angry with all of us for drawing her with fish scales.

The RA came and told her that it was just an art project and was supposed to be fun, but she lost it.

There was something to do with the bottom floor of our dorm being converted to an art supply store.

There was also a complex plot about the girl that I was supposed to take to lunch. I think that her scholarship was made void by her controlling boyfriend, who was able to pull strings in order to keep this girl with him out of need, even though she would have broken up with him long ago...

I think I need to hit the autosuggestion notebook and set some proper dream goals before tonight. I think that the reason for my sludgy recall and lack of lucidity might be lack of organization and clarity. It's basically a put-good-in, get-good-out kind of thing. If I organize my thoughts in my autosuggestion notebook, then becoming lucid, recalling dreams and accomplishing goals should be much easier.

While I'm writing side notes, last week, I started a daily journal on my computer. I've heard quite a few dreamers recommend this for dream recall and clarity. So far, I have only noticed a slight improvement.

I like to use the daily journal to also track things that I would normally not track in my dream journal, but can still pertain to lucid dreaming, such as my bedtime and daily activities.