Lucid Time!

'was watching FMA and fell asleep around 6:00. Woke up at around 7:00am this morning. What a delightful 13 hour snooze, but my dream recall is crap given that much time.

I was at a really fancy formal event with mostly older men and women. Everyone, save for me was dressed up in really elegant formal wear, standing around and talking in this small banquet hall. The hall was painted green with golden dragons on the wall. Marcus was there and he was talking with some of the other people.

I had a false memory or something that he had a secret vault or bunker beneath this hall. [Dream Logic] Marcus had given me the keys, but he told me not to open it. [/Dream Logic]. I guess my curiosity got the better of me, though, because I decided to go check it out. I found myself sneaking through the kitchen, down into the basement and then going down an elevator.

The hidden vault was quite a bit bigger than I expected. It had the feel of going into the old aperture science from Portal 2. (I had an image but it won't load.) I began making my way toward the main entrance. For some reason there were all of these showers everywhere. (At the time, this didn't make any sense, but when you consider the vault was full of sand, I suppose it did.)

I came up to a computer console where I needed to use six keys in the correct order. The keys I had been given were like standard house keys in six different colors and I had to put them in the lock of the corresponding color. I think I wound up getting the correct combination on the second try.

The vault opened and (as the title suggests) the whole thing was filled with sand. It looked something like in cartoons where the characters get rich and they have a huge metal vault filled with mountains of gold and they dive into it and go swimming. I think that there might have been lakes of water as well. After all, the inside was HUGE, and seemed to take on its own landscape.

Around this time, Marcus found out and came down along with a bunch of armed police. I came out and told him it was just me. He lowered his guard and asked me what I thought I was doing down here. I told him I had gotten curious about the vault. I then asked him why if he didn't want me coming down here, he had given me the keys, and also why he was trying so hard to protect some sand.

Something to do with my old dream nemesis reappearing. I was in high school ( come on that's a dream sign.) He was friendly though and we were chasing one another down the halls together.

Another space-themed dream. In this one, I was told to create a solar system, alongside someone else. We had to create a triple star system with a large star and two dwarf stars in a 1:2 orbital resonance around the large star. We then continued out with planets.

Not gonna be too hard on myself for a foul night. I had to wake up at the butt-crack of dawn for an appointment, and most of my good lucid dreaming happens in the late morning. Maybe I can sneak in a nap after class today.

Something to do with my parents placing a large potted plant in my room. I told them I didn't want it because I would be off at college and not be able to water it/take care of it.


Something to do with multiple earths, and distant future space military men eating way too much meat and becoming zombies.


This dream took on a weird blur between a story that I was merely observing and one that I was actually a character in, and woof, it was a hefty one.

The story established a woman's character. She lived alone and worked online with her cat, a small stripey orange tabby with bright green eyes. She lived in a small town in a hilly, remote corner of Europe (Italy?) The town was fairly sized with a town square and several larger buildings as well as a church and the ruins of a castle turned into the town square. Outward from the town were a number of nice modern homes. One of the smaller ones being hers.

One day, the cat decided to leave the home. He headed outside and began walking through the farm feilds and yards on the edge of the town deeper in the woods. He met up with a group of other cats that [dream logic] were some migratory herd of cats [/dream logic]. The cats were able to talk and the leading members of the group were against letting a house-cat into the group. The leader himself, however (who was simply a larger version of the exact same cat) allowed him to travel with the group.

There was a rather long story about the group of cats and the dynamic between them. One of the cats actually had a bionic eye and leg. Each one had their own story, character, and motivation, and they traveled the world as enlightened sightseeing nomads.

The woman had actually been on vacation for several months, while someone else had been cat sitting for her. When she returned home, she found that the cat sitter had stated that she hadn't seen much of the cat, but assumed that he ran away not too long after he left. The cat sitter stated that about a week after the woman left the food bowl was never emptied and the litter box never had any surprises in it.

The woman got mad with the cat sitter, refused to pay her and soon gave up on her. There was a back-story as to how the woman (Let's call her Carol. I don't know, she looked like a Carol. ) found the cat. She had found the cat as a child and rescued her, and the cat had been her lifelong companion.

So this was where my character came in he was the friendly town psychic who had a way with animals and was her only hope for her to ever find her lost companion. I agreed to help her in return for a hefty sum of money. I then used my psychic power to locate the cat, that for some reason was in New York City. I told the woman that I was amazed at how far her cat had traveled. I told her that I would travel and recover the cat, and she insisted that she come with me.

Part of Carol's character was that she had never been outside of the home town, she had some kind of mental disorder that made her very scared of going to new places. I tried to explain to her some of the sights we might see when we travel to NYC. I recall one scene where we were in the town square and I was trying to explain what skyscrapers were.

"See that building... that is what? Five stories. In New York, it's not uncommon to see buildings that are a hundred stories tall."

Mind=Blown.

Yet another aspect of this story was the fact that it took place on a future earth where air travel by plane had been outlawed because it had been deemed too fuel inefficient. Instead, people rode on huge airships called drifters. They had a skin with a layer of photosynthetic algae that grew on the outside converting waste products into energy and clean water. However, riding on drifters was unnecessarily expensive and only for the wealthy.

We considered traveling by water, but with global warming a number of ports had flooded and sea travel had become unnecessarily expensive and inconvenient. Hyper-Hurricanes and rouge waves were also a deterrent in sea travel. However, in my psychic reading, it was by means of a cargo ship that Carol's cat had traversed the ocean from Europe to NYC.

Carol didn't own a car, only a bicycle. I, however owned a Motorcycle that I refused to ride after a bad crash broke one of my arms and nearly paralyzed me. After some convincing, I realized that we really had no other option than to take the motorcycle.

Thus our journey began. There was a really long shot of us riding through a wind farm.

We eventually found ourselves in the middle east, near Dubai. Now if anyone is up-to-date, they know that Dubai is a huge Jewel-in-the-desert kind of city. But I suppose by this point in the future the original city had been decimated by sandstorms and terrorism. The city was now a titanic walled military compound that deployed mobile oil platforms into the desert to drill out the last pockets of oil. They jealously guarded the black gold held within the walls of their city.

There was a reason that we needed to associate with these people, something to do with getting a 'fueling pass' for my motorcycle.

We passed through a few other locations taking a sort of Zig-zag pattern across Eurasia, seeing the sights along the way. The only ones I even remember the names of were New Moscow and the Chinese orbital elevator in Hong Kong.

We ended up spending much longer in China than needed, and Carol got very frustrated with me. I was learning more about my psychic ability from these Buddhist monks. The monks were midgets for some reason (2-3 feet tall) They also advised against our quest, and stated that we should let her cat roam the world free, because it is clearly what he wants. Carol also got frustrated with me because I was so intent on sightseeing in China. (IWL I've always wanted to go to the more remote parts of China. They look so beautiful.)

Eventually we ended up crossing the bridge that went from Siberia to Alaska, then drove through northern Canada, heading south east of the great lakes. In this future, most of America was a war-torn and bankrupt badlands, but the eastern seaboard was still hanging on. (In fact they seemed to be thriving.)

Future NYC was beautiful. There weren't that many futuristic buildings, save for a large glass monolith with three circular holes cut through the top. A couple of drifters were docked at the top, going through the holes. Supposedly every major city had one of these. It was like an airport, but for airships rather than planes.

Just of Manhattan island, I went into a park, considered the advice of the monks and preformed a second psychic reading. I wasn't able to get as clear a bead on the cat. There was something about too much noise, but I could figure that he was in the 'New York Underground', an extensive network of tunnels running deep beneath the city. Carol had worked through her anxiety about new places and was excited to see the city.

We cut briefly back to the cats who were underground. It seemed as though their group had disbanded.

However, we needed a way to get into the NYC underground. I met my friend S who said he had a contact that worked at his favorite pizza place. The man who ran the place had skeleton fingers due to some accident when cooking. He had filed his bones into small knives and tools that he used for cooking.

When we showed up asking for information, he thought mistakenly that we were applying for a job and tried to make us cook pizza for the day.

Eventually we found how to get into the underground. There was a fake subway station with a slide in it. When we found it, Carol jumped in and I followed after her. The slide converted to a tubular pipe and we were sliding TMNT style. I'd guess we wound up about ten stories beneath the streets.

As soon as we hit the bottom of the slide someone took a picture of us and tried to sell it to us. He had a camera for part of his head and one of his eyes was the lens. (Gosh these characters are just getting weirder and weirder.) He had assumed that me and Carol were a couple and wanted to sell us the picture framed with this heart.

It was at this point that I became semi aware that this was in fact that this was a dream and I also became aware of the fact that the dream appeared to be ending.

Thus we had a rushed conclusion where Carol found her cat, only to chase him into the road and have him get run over by a bus. She cried. There was some theme/quote here about having lost a companion (the cat) and gained one (me). I then started fighting against the story and trying to change it. I wanted to go off on my own and explore the world with the money that I had made. The story concluded with me meeting up with the monks on the return journey. Carol wasn't there anymore.

Something to do with Sonic the Hedgehog


Something to do with getting spammed a bunch of lucid dares.


I was in the park by my sub. Once again it was summertime in the dream. I found two of these beetles. One was quite large and the other was small, but they shared very similar characteristics. They had black bodies with small antennae and long legs, with four green eyes that glowed. But their most striking feature was that their shells were made out of shiny polished steel.

The larger of the two beetles climbed onto my hand and looked into my eye. I looked back at the little friend, and started thinking about connecting to nature. I couldn't help but think that with the metal shell and glowing eyes that these beetles were actually somehow mechanical or a product of genetic engineering.

My dad came up to me and said. "If you like them so much, why don't you kill them? Then you can have their shiny shells forever." I found myself appalled that he would say something like that. Normally I don't take much issue with killing bugs IWL. But they were such spectacular creatures, I wouldn't dare hurt them.


There was some anime series that was somehow summarized. It showed how there was a main male and a main female character, and all of this tension between them. However, the male character was always talking about finding his friend again. They showed me how the male character mentions him in every single episode that he is in.

In the end, the boy finds his friend and it turns out that the two were actually in a homo relationship. The girl made some kind of fourth wall joke about how this was such a deviation from what is usually expected in the end of anime with this setup.

I ended up telling either the writer or the person who introduced me to the show that I really liked the idea of breaking that trope, but I wouldn't go so blunt with it in the end, it ends up kind of overdoing it. I tried to explain to them that if you hammer in a joke too hard you can end up ripping it apart and taking it from funny to really awkward.


I had this really weird dream where both Manei and Marcus were in what felt like a log cabin somewhere. We had a Christmas tree set up. Also, both of them had on these absolutely ridiculous Christmas hats. They looked sort of like jester hats made of completely red fabric, only they had a wide brim, like a sombrero as well, and each also had a huge golden Christmas bell on it.

There was something to do with presents for everybody and Manei said she wanted to make cookies with me.

Maybe I can finally complete that other lucid dare. I really should go for a lucid in a Christmas setting. Though Christmas was a couple weeks ago now...

Manei also wanted me to sign the Christmas cards that she had designed herself. She said that she wanted to send them to all of her friends. For some reason I was really focused in on the Christmas cards that had a picture of the two of us on the front. We were both wearing these weird bluish-grey cloaks. (Though not as weird as the hats that they were wearing.) I started to wake up around here.

Kind of a lame lucid dream, but I had it.

Something to do with Lego People in Minecraft or Minecraft people in a Lego world or something like that.


I was in the family van with my mom and dad. They were driving over these steep sandy hills preforming jumps. This was the first sign that I was dreaming; I began to question how the family van, being almost as old as I am was able to handle 20-foot jumps and landing on its nose with no sign of damage or distress.

At one point we drove through a barn. I got worried not only that this might be reckless and damage our van, but that an angry owner might show up.

At one point we stopped because my dad had to check the engine. I preformed a nose pinch. I could breathe fine. Dreaming. I looked up at the sky and saw five moons in the daytime sky. One of them was huge, obviously. I looked away and looked back and saw that the moons had somehow become conjoined together.

"Uhhh... that doesn't' look right."

"What are you talking about? It's just the moons sticking together. That's what all the craters on the big one are for, so all the little ones can fit nicely in the basins."

It was my mom. I told her that this was a lucid dream that I was going to leave her and go fly. I started climbing up one of the sandy hills. She started begging me to show her how to lucid dream like I do, thinking that it was really cool. At first, I told her no, but after she asked three or four times, I gave in.

I decided to teach her one of the first things that I had ever learned in lucid dreaming; how to run at high speeds. We found a black asphalt path. I explained to her that part of it is preforming the correct physical motion and part of it is having the correct mental state, knowing that your dream control has to work.

She took off running. I tried to go after her, but she didn't look back to see that my high-speed running had actually failed. But I still went after her for a minute. This led me through the woods, over a wooden bridge and to a small gas station/cafe place deep in the woods. There was a small lot with some strange cars in it nearby.

To be honest, I find that my parents, in lucid dreams make for pretty annoying DCs. In hindsight, I probably should have made an effort to get rid of her or distract her. She asked me why my running hadn't worked. I told her that I didn't know, but if we went into that gas station, we might be able to cheat the dream into giving us what we want.

I started to walk in, I pushed the door open and tightly squeezed the metal handle with my hand, picking up some dream stabilization. "A good friend of mine works here, I think she'll be able to help us." Luckily at this point was actually the last of my mom that I saw in the dream.

I came in. It was a small convince store that sold candy, chips and the likes. I saw a menu above the counter and apparently they sold a variety of common hot foods. (Pizza, hot dogs, hamburgers, etc.) There were a couple of dream characters waiting in line. I just cut in front of them and they didn't care.

The person at the check-out counter was a short black lady with straight hair. I think she had the face of one of my old gym teachers from middle school. (Man parents and middle school teachers, this whole dream is just a host of awkward and uncomfortable dream characters.) She also had a bionic arm on one side. I kept looking at it, though she didn't seem to appreciate that. (She didn't seem particularly cheerful to begin with.) It kept changing sides.

"Are you going to buy anything or just stare?"

"No, I'm not hungry. Is Manei off her shift yet?"

"Yeah, I'll let you in."

Success. Manei was in the back room. She had on one of those really heavy native American ponchos for some reason. She was talking with this really short black boy who I assumed was the woman's son, and this fat girl with brown hair. I said hello and she said goodbye to her friends.

"What I tell you? No meet me in gear room! Meet me in bedroom! I tell you ten times! Now I cannot *do something* for ten days. Why you no listen?"

I open my mouth to talk.

"Come, we talk downstairs, in private."

She takes me back out front of the store and to the women's bathroom. I look in and there is a toilet filled with poo. (And I mean filled, like a mountain of poo.) There was also a lot of pee and *ahem* other liquids on the floor.

She closed the door and then opened it agian to reveal a flight of stairs with a bed at the bottom. She asked that the both of us jump at the count of three and land on the bed. We do it. Completely pointless but we do it.

"Now, Atakonk yatoo tahuatok bararr satago izquen lavis al Ukatok. Urtem kaso aleey" (Something or other.)

"Manei, I don't understand your dreamspeak all that well, remember?"

"I know, but I want you to listen- I want you to listen- I want you to Lis-Lis-Lis-Listen."

"Katago Lalataktaktak. Katago Lalataktaktak. Katago Lalataktaktak. Katago Lalataktaktaktaktaktaktak..."

Manei.exe has stopped working. Would you like to close the dream or check online for a solution?

The dream faded to black slowly around here. I tried to squeeze the pillows and blankets on the bed we were in to hang on, but I guess that's no different than squeezing the pillows and blankets in your waking life bed.

I was playing with legos. Somehow or other I had legend of Korra lego figures and I had made a spaceship that all of the main characters could ride around in. I was doing that thing that you always see kids doing with Lego spaceships where they spin in circles and run around making laser gun sounds for no other reason than it could be done. I was really enjoying myself as well.

I was playing outside at night for some reason. I believe it was summer.

Just then I stopped. I noticed that the moon seemed to look strange. It seemed like there were no craters and the whole thing was just flat gray maria. My view seemed to zoom in on the moon. It came back to me, and I thought of how strange it was. Then I noticed that there was a second larger moon right next to it.

I thought for a second about what that might mean and realized that extra celestial bodies was a common dream sign. I preformed the nose pinch. Dreamin', baby! I had good lucidity too.

I looked up at the night sky. It was a clear night with no clouds. I thought about the stars for a few moments. There was a very bright one (might have been a planet) right above me.

I realized that I might want to try and stabilize the dream, seeing as I've been losing my lucid dreams a lot this past week or so. So my first priority was to get daylight. I tried my old trick of swiping the sky like an Iphone screen, but it didn't work. I tried swiping it the other direction and it still didn't work. I tried swiping it north-south (though this makes no sense) the sun came up directly south relative to my house.

Just then the dream started to destabilize. I laid down on the grass and grabbed onto it with both hands. "I will not lose the dream, I will not lose the dream, I will not lose the dream, I will not lose the dream, I will not lose the dream!" I began to feel like I was spinning. A golden light passed over me, and I phased through a number of blurry environments but retained the grassy bed below me.

I got up and pulled up the grass. I put it in my mouth to try to stimulate taste or maybe hold onto the dream a little longer, but it tasted like having metal shards in my mouth. I spit it out to see that the grass was in fact a bunch of small X-acto blades.

I looked around. I was in a perfectly flat meadow. All around me were equally sized and spaced tombstones. They were huge, about ten or twelve feet tall, and they didn't have any writing on them. And they were all on forty-five degree angles leaning toward a huge tree that the sunlight shone through. There were a couple of clouds in the sky.

I began to feel Manei was somewhere in the dream. I felt like I should focus on her, bring her forward, but the dream was slipping quickly.

"I want to know why the dream is so unstable!"

I began to lose the dream again, and let it slide this time. There really was no point if it was going to fight me this hard. I did my best to hang on to staring at the huge tree.

My parents asked me to get a stick unjammed from the door of our family van. I went with a pair of pliers into... not our driveway. For some reason, in the dream we had this huge one story house made out of beige bricks on the next block over in our sub. We also had one of those circular drives.

I started pulling on the stick and saw that it went in pretty far. Once I got it out far enough that I could grab it with both hands, I tugged on it and was surprised to see that (somehow) an entire tree had grown inside the frame of the car between the inside and the outside.

At one point I tried to drive the van up and down the road. There were all of these traffic cones and this kid was yelling at me for some reason.

I went inside and told my parents what I had found, and that I needed a saw to cut the tree apart to get it out of the van. They didn't believe me at first, and I had to show them. They were very surprised too and took some pictures to put on their Facebook profiles. They then told me to hurry up and cut the tree apart because they had to take the van to the shop before we went on a trip.

I went into the garage of the big one story house and started looking for a saw. There was a workstation on this concrete terrace about four feet above the main floor. I was poking around when K and her friend walked in. I jumped down to say hello and noticed how floaty gravity seemed. I ran out into the drive and jumped a second time. I easily made four feet and landed softly. I jumped again, this time pushing as hard as I could. I easily made six feet.

I nose pinched and became lucid. I jumped and started to fly, but the dream wound up ending.


I was watching some very weird HTTYD rendition that took place in a modern city. There was something to do with an underground volcano and lava. I had all these questions about what was happening and why. Why were the vikings from the movie in a modern setting?

Something to do with being reincarnated as a stripey brown lemur in the jungle. I was really happy and swinging from branch to branch. It was supposed to be a downgrade from being a human, but this seemed like much more fun.

I recall being in a small yellow lifeboat. It was floating down a large artificial canal that was flowing very rapidly. It was raining heavily, so it was safe to assume that it was some kind of flash-flood.

There were all sorts of debris in the water. Cars, pieces of bridges, etc. I was supposed to dodge them, like it was some kind of video game.


I was animating some of my old comics. I had this absolutely hilarious scene where one of the characters spazzed out and shot lasers out of his hands. I believe that the two main characters were actually fighting.

I was at the pool at my family's old health club. I noticed that I didn't need to hold my breath to stay underwater and it felt very relaxing just floating there underwater. Also, the pool was much deeper than it is IWL. Eventually the lifeguard thought that I was drowning and pulled me out of the water. I apologized for calling him into action and told him that I was totally fine.


I had a dream that involved my mom wanting me to drive the family's old van. I didn't want to do it.


I was in a Cafe in the outlet mall a couple miles from my house. (I don't know if it is there IWL, but I could 'sense' where I was. I ran into my friend sitting at a large table all by himself. We already have a C and an H so we'll call him CH. So I sat down with him. I remember thinking that I might want to go get some tea or something from the Cafe. But I haven't seen CH in years so we wanted to get our hellos out of the way.

I went to the Cafe and bought some tea. A little expensive, but nothing too out of the ordinary.

When I sat back down CH was looking through my art portfolio. There were a bunch of large drawings in it that are not there IWL. The looked like drawings that I did as a child. One was particularly good though. I remembered that I wanted to show him something on the back. When I turned it back over onto the front the particularly good drawing was gone.

I began cascading into lucidity as I noticed that turning the drawings over, or looking away from them produced different results each time. I transitioned from the Cafe to my living room. I still had one of the drawings in my hand. I then did a nose pinch just to confirm that I was dreaming. Oh, yeah.

My parents were sitting on the couch across from me. My dad had his arm over my mom's shoulder. I told them that I was lucid dreaming and had to go do my goals. They smiled, almost creepily and said OK.

I walked around the kitchen of my house, rubbing my hands on things and stabilizing. At one point, I pulled out a drawer. It was full of CD cases in neat rows. But the drawer was broken, one of the sides was missing. I thought to myself that I could fix it. I looked away, and the side was fixed. I closed it.

I went to the door to go outside, but all I could see outside the windows was black. I couldn't even see that the front porch was there. I closed my eyes and tried to have it appear as day when I opened them. Nope, still dark outside. I then tried to transport myself directly onto a beach. (Why a beach? Because that was where many of my early lucid dreams took place. It just seemed like a good place to go.)

I closed my eyes and visualized a beach. It seemed to be working, but when I came out of it, I was still in my house. I tried again. This time, when I visualized the beach, Manei was there. But when I came out of it, I was still in my house.

I then thought that my bedroom might be a better place to change the scene. I have a huge potted tree that could be perfect for bringing me to a tropical/beach environment. I made my way up the steps. But when I got to the top, and turned down the hall to go into my room, I felt a presence. I looked behind me to see someone emerge from the wall.

The means by which they emerged from the wall was pretty psychedelic and difficult to describe in words. It could best be described as pushing into a taught blanket from the other side until it peeled away from the wall and he became a figure cloaked in that yucky beige color my parents painted the walls. As I saw the figure coming down on me, I wasn't so much scared as I was 'are you serious?!'. I found myself more annoyed by this being than anything else because I had lucid goals to attend to.

He wrapped me up in mummy wrapping scarves, and then picked me up feet first. Originally, I thought I could simply overpower the being. That didn't work, it's movements and grip felt as strong as steel. I managed to get a hand free. I looked down and saw the barefoot leg of a man. I put my hand up to it and tried to picture a steel spike forming out of my hand and going through the leg. Nothing happened.

The being carried me into the guest bedroom and wrestled me onto the bed. By this point, I had both hands free.

"Stop! You are a nightmare! What do you represent?!"

No response.

"This is my dream! I'm not scared of you, whoever you are!" I said, venting my annoyance. It was at this point that I realized that this being was no monster, but merely a man. I started trying to punch him, but my hits didn't connect with any meaningful force. It felt as though I was simply punching a pillow. I, instead tried to peel away the cloak and mummy scarves, that felt as though they were made out of paper.

I managed to peel away the scarves around his face. I saw the face of a late 30's-early 40's man with short hair and a stubble-ish mustache. He looked a little like my father, if he was more of a military type. I couldn't help but thing that this man was an agent or a part of some task force.

I he still seemed intent on restraining me. I then had one more idea. I put my right hand behind my back and manifested a dreamcatcher. I broke free of his grip completely and floated to the end of the bed. I held up the dreamcatcher. It was no bigger than my hand, but I could see the feathers hanging down from the bottom.

"Nightmare Ward!"

Now before anyone asks, I don't know where those words came from. I guess it was just the first thing that I thought to say.

The man went from being determined and aggressive to terrified faster than anyone I've seen. He started to scream in defeat and the dream went dark.

Officially, that's the third nightmare that I've vanquished.

I false awoke on my bed. I figured that I should get out of bed and write down the dream. I made it to the door of my room when I false awoke a second time.

I was laying in bed, suspicious of my reality. Eventually, I started moving to preform a nose pinch. Yep, still dreaming. I sat up in bed. I then woke up a third time.

I was awake for real this time, but I felt that I could DEILD if I tried. I figured that I wanted to get up and write my lucid while I still had it.

I remembered my goal was to meet Jack Skellington (one of my lucid dares. Now, I haven't seen Nightmare before Christmas in a long time, and I can't really remember the story, though I think it has to do with different worlds assigned to each holiday. But I know who Jack is, and what he looks like, sounds like etc.)

I recall a game of dodgeball being played in the park in my hometown. Though it was some modified rules to the game that made the game more interesting allowing... well just about anything.

Both teams took full advantage of this. We had a giant ball, easily 20 feet in diameter provided by our team captain. The plan was that we would roll to their side hopefully taking out most of their players. The enemy team two or three of these little tanks with flamethrowers on them that drove to our side of the field and set our players on fire.

At some point, we formally lost the game, though the tanks were still killing off our players. They started pushing the giant ball back as well, they were going to use it as a weapon to finish us off. Also, apparently losing in this brand of dodgeball made you a wanted criminal if you lost, and everyone wanted to kill you.

K appeared and she led me off the field. We went to the bakery in town and got in line. It was at this point that I realized I was very cold. I then realized that I was only wearing a sweater and a pair of briefs. Both of these garments were soaking wet and covered in mud.

K stated that there was some rule in the game that eating doughnuts gave you points, and that if the two of us ate enough doughnuts we could beat out the other team and be declared the winner. She ordered a dozen doughnuts and sat down and started eating them.

It was at this point that I recognized that as a dream sign, someone eating a lot. I then realized that I haven't worn briefs in years, and the general absurdity of the situation, so this had to be a lucid dream.

I made my way out of the bakery. I looked up and looked down, hoping to manifest a new outfit. Yeah, a black shirt and baggy brown pants. Clean and dry too. Much better. I made my way into the back of the bakery, laying down some stabilization as I went.

I found myself in this building. The whole thing was laid out hexagonally and made out of dark brown bricks. As I made my way around, I couldn't help but think that this place was familiar. Yeah, it was. I eventually found myself in this huge atrium room and realized that the building felt very familiar.

"Yeah, I have been here before! It's so nice to have a recurring location happen in a dream!"

Though upon waking the brown building is completely unfamiliar. I wonder if it was some memory that was only accessed during a dream. Or perhaps just faulty logic.

...

At some point I found myself on a city street. I remember all of these people (male and female) parading down the street in silver morph suits. I saw a club and thought that manifesting a sex dream would be fun.

"No, I will do that the next time."

I thought about my lucid dares. The easier one; meet Jack Skellington. I decided that I would carry out this goal.

"I am going to meet Jack Skellington right now!"

I got teleported to the side of a mountain. It was nighttime, but there was a huge full moon providing enough illumination for me to see. I am on a winding dirt road that heads up the mountain. It is a warm summer night. I can make out other mountains and the sea nearby.

A warm wind blows. I start looking for him. For a moment I thought I could make out a skeleton against the backdrop of the sky, but then, a skeleton popped out, no more than three feet tall with a round and rather disproportionate head. It wasn't a perfect circle like Jack Skellingtons, but it was simply two rounded shapes stuck together to vaguely give the idea of a skull. The eyes were small and offset to the side of the head, and the mouth looked just like his character does in the movie. And all that was on a perfectly normal anatomical skeleton body.



When he jumped out at me, I grabbed him by the ribcage just below the neck. We both screamed for a second. I very nearly sent a force wave to blast the guy back, but luckily I didn't.

"Gotta watch out, the last thing that tried to scare me in a dream ended up being turned into a kitten." (That wasn't the last nightmare I had, but it did happen.)

"Sorry!" Jack Skellington had a deep, gargly voice, like the new batman. Though it was very comedic to hear as well.

"So, are you Jack Skellington?"

"Yeah! Whatta you want?!"

"I don't know... to be honest I only planned on getting this far... er... um... so what's it like being dead?"

"I can't tell you!" He said that really fast, as if he had gotten this question a lot. "I can't tell you where and when you will die, either."

We talked for a minute, though I can't really remember what about. As we were talking, I couldn't help but think that he was actually rather cute. Though I guess he wanted to create the image that he was scary. Eventually I doubled back and wanted to see if I could get anything interesting out of him. The dream scene changed to my home backyard.

"So... where and when am I going to die?"

"I said I CAN'T TELL YOU!"

He stormed off. It was funny to watch him sulk as he walked up the stone stairs on the side of our house.

I realized that I really did want to get an answer to that question out of a lucid dream. I began looking for another DC who might be able to tell me. I got the dream ending feeling and woke up.

Not bad... not bad at all...

I had some dream involving a green alien female Jedi fighting Count Dooku in a debris field. It felt like they were in a cave or underground. She had a green lightsaber and crap fighting skills. But that didn't matter, she was able to regenerate. Dooku continually severed her limbs, decapitated her and stabbed her through the chest but she had a wolverine-like healing factor.


Some dream where I wound up driving to my cousin's house. There was some overly complicated plan my family was undergoing to go on vacation and I was involved somehow. I think it was meant to be some kind of anxiety dream but it never really amounted to anything interesting.


A dream involving S, A and C. This was a couple of years in the future, or at least what my brain assumed our futures would be like. A owned a nightclub, C was working for an environmental activist group, and I was a successful grad student in art school. S was the only one who hadn't met with success and had taken up petty thievery as a means to get by.

S had us all meet at A's nightclub. H was there as the DJ. We all sat in the corner and started talking. S stated that he wanted all of us to pull of a criminal heist together. Our target was a large diamond being held (get this) at the police station.

I, luckily had the role of the getaway driver. I was sitting in the parking lot and H had hacked the security cameras allowing me to see the Heist in progress. S and A got captured right after they managed to get the diamond. C nearly got away but was caught when she tried to exit through the fire escape of the building.

It was at this point I realized that we should bail out. I stepped on the gas, but the police seemed really intent on capturing us. I saw a couple of military APCs block the road and I got out and surrendered.

Two male agents came and pinned me down. H ran into the woods and likely got away.

The agents had me laying on my back and were pointing assault rifles at me. (Man I could have used some lucidity right about here.) I then realized that they had no proof that I was connected to the crime. All I had been doing was sitting in the van in the parking lot and unless they could find proof that I was off the hook.

Somehow they said that I was right and there was no proof that I had done anything wrong, other than hack the security cameras. They said that I was in the least amount of trouble of anyone here, and at the worst was only going to have to pay a fine. Also, they implied that S, A and C had been badly injured.

I was with two people along with one of my old tech school teachers. We were making our way around my home town, by the train tracks. (A part of my town that I do not frequent.) The other two people in our party were students, acquaintances, but faceless, nameless and not really important to the story.

We were out on an excursion that well, the school wasn't exactly allowing but we were doing anyway. The teacher, (We'll call him Mr. A) was one of those cool teachers always up for these sort of antics. Although I can't remember exactly what we were doing. We were walking along the four of us, talking about art and graphic design. (The tech school I attended focused on these.) So, if we were going to get in trouble with the school, then at the very least, our discussion was on topic.

Somebody mentioned that the sky was getting dark and that we should probably seek shelter in a store or restaurant. Then we heard a crack of thunder and the tornado siren started. I saw a funnel cloud starting to form and everybody ran in panic.

I started running into the towns industrial park. Normally, there is a 12-foot concrete wall around it, but in the dream it had collapsed and been overgrown with weeds and shrubs. This yielded a vast warehouse (not there IWL) I ran inside. Probably not the best choice for a tornado shelter, but it didn't bother me.

I think one of my characters from my comics was in there.

I could see out of a large door, like one for an airplane hangar. A tornado had touched down but it seemed to be going perpendicular to me. Just as I thought I was safe, a mini tornado formed and began cutting through the warehouse starting at the door. Equipment and supplies fell everywhere. It seemed to be a metalworking warehouse of some kind.

For some reason it also had the feel of a children's museum to it. This had some grounds in the fact that the warehouse was used to give tours of the metalworking company and children could walk around and play with modified versions of the machinery.

I ran deeper inside where I came across a steel beam anchored into the foundation with a bunch of white pipes running up the side. I grabbed onto one. The tornado grew closer and to my surprise ripped up the pipes that now seemed to be swinging from a support beam on the ceiling, or were perhaps simply being carried in the wind. I got flung around the warehouse still hanging on. There was a machine, still running with a number of massive metal cogs left exposed. They were spinning alarmingly fast, like saw blades.

The pipe cluster I was hanging onto crashed headlong into the gears and began grinding away, pulling the pipes into the side. I looked down to see that I was high above the floor. And there was a pile of metal rebar. No, I can't jump. The gears ate away at the pipes, my only hold. I remember having to quickly pull my hand away, as it was only about an inch from the gap between the gears. I tried not to picture getting pulled inside and crushed.

As I hung there, moments from death, lucidity hit me like a sack of bricks. The winds stopped and the gears ground to a halt. I floated down onto the concrete floor and looked around at what was no longer a warehouse, but rather a debris field.

I might have tried to manifest Manei or someone, something was about to go down when it ended.

Then my parents came into my room asking me if I wanted dinner.

I was in my old high school. There was some dream-logicy explanation for this, we were taking our 'Final Final' Exams. I was trying to remember what order my classes were in from high school. (Don't feel bad, even IWL I can't figure out the order.)

I remember walking around. I saw blurry, incorrect and sometimes downright hilarious interpretations of all of my old teachers from high school.

I remember going to this one class in G wing where we were having a pizza party and people were giving presentations for their final exams. The class room had card tables rather than desks. I had a couple slices of pizza and some lemonade, and it was time for the presentation to start. The odd part was that a younger version of yourself had to give a presentation that the older version of yourself had written.

So there was a younger version of me in the classroom. Based upon height/hairstyle I would guess this was myself from late elementary school.

I think I recall some detail that this actually wasn't me from the past. It was an elementary school student who had looked me up as part of his project where he had to imitate a high school student as closely as possible. It was part of their end of the project.

I recall him having a shark tooth necklace like the one I used to wear in late elementary school.

I freaked out for a minute because I didn't have my presentation but after I looked in my backpack I found a couple sheets of typed paper. I handed that to my past self and he started presenting. I can't recall any of what he said, but the teacher seemed to like it and was smiling.

...

I somehow wound up outside the school, but the school was floating in space and the exterior was covered in gray metal paneling. Running down the side of the building were hundreds of these little experiment canisters that I had to open. When I opened them, a prompt would come up saying. 'You feel like you had better not let anyone else see this data...'

Also, I wasn't wearing a space suit and questioned how I was not dead/dying in the vacuum of space. There wasn't really an explanation for it.

As I was opening them a green bar was filling up. When it got to the top (after opening about a dozen of the canisters) a space shuttle appeared and I found myself in the pilot's seat.

I somehow knew that I was descending and I strapped myself in to the chair. I started to hit the atmosphere and the space shuttle heated up. I wish I recalled this part better. I was coming down over a cloudy patch and I wouldn't know what I was going to see until after I got through the clouds.

I then saw that it was a road not too far outside of my hometown. I somehow managed to get the landing gear down, and when I touched down on the road actually rather smoothly. But I couldn't figure out how to stop. Plus there were a bunch of cars on the road and I was running them over.

I started to get lucid at this point, because even though I was probably killing dozens of people, I didn't really feel like that mattered. Eventually the landing gear broke off, and the shuttle started sliding down the road on its belly. It eventually came to a stop, but I had no idea where I was. Some subdivision with large trees and small houses, but I didn't recognize it from anywhere in my hometown.

I opened the hatch and hopped down onto the street. I was lucid now, but I got the dream ending feeling. I tried to hang on with a little dream stabilization, but I didn't get much time before waking up.

I had a lucid dream last night, but I lost it. It was early in the night, and I woke up and fell back asleep a bunch of times and forgot what it was about. I even remember thinking about it, it was a long one, too.

You know what it feels like. It feels like taking a test and getting everything right, then when you go to copy your answers into the bubble sheet you skip the first one and the whole thing is shifted down by one so every answer is wrong.

It is now 5:30am. For some reason I am up and at e'm.

I'm thinking my new year's resolution might be centered around more consistent LD attempts. Something like a bedtime of 10:00pm every night. Or require myself to do half an hour of daily meditation. To be honest, my energy would probably be a lot better spent if applied consistently. Last week I paid no mind to LDing and these past two days I've put in a lot of effort in comparison.

Of course whenever I do get on a roll with consistent practice I get one of those week-long mini dryspells that is just long enough to completely demotivate me.

Some dream having to do with quartz crystals in one way or another.


I feel like I had a lucid dream last night, but have no recollection of what might have happened in it.


I also recall something to do with this very poorly shot/adapted version of Guardians of the Galaxy with crappy special effects. I was trying to fast forward past this one part that was supposedly really scary.


The only full on dream I recall was rather weird. I was in my parent's bedroom but it had been refurbished into a twin dorm room and me and D were living in it together. For some reason I was ranting about cartoons and anime and how I thought that they could be improved.

I can remember I was talking about how I didn't like that in cartoons and anime in particular the shows create unrealistic body standards for boys and are even worse for girls. I went on and on about how in TV, the boys, even supposedly the ones who don't exercise and are lazy, can still look so good. And for all the girls it's even worse, all of the girls look like runway models with ridiculously attractive bodies, perfect skin, etc. I then went into saying that the worst offenders are the shows that have a bunch of boys/girls and draw them all with exactly the same body *ahem sailor moon*.

Just like IWL, my roommate was a great listener.

I said something about attractive women giving this guy nosebleeds, but I can't recall exactly what it was. I went briefly into talking about how I thought love/romance was portrayed unrealistically in these shows. It always seems that the love interest is somewhat pointless because you know they're going to get together with the hero in the end, but you never actually get to see them be together because they don't get together until the end. So all they end up doing is giving you all these romantic cliches and they just feel like a big waste of time.

I started to get into another rant about violence in cartoons and anime and how it happens a little too often. Now don't get me wrong here, I like a good action scene as much as the next guy, but injuring/killing another to get your way isn't always the best idea. I think that Avatar adressed this-

I woke up around here in my rant. The odd part of this dream is that this whole rant sounds perfectly in character for me.

I set a new record for most reality checks in one sitting when I checked my grades from my college this morning. Luckily I passed three classes. In my fourth class, it looks a like the prof is a little late putting in our grades.