lucid

I am participting as a secondary character in a fairly oddparents special. Timmy turner has given up on life and made a wonderland where he exists as a big green cartoon cgi tyrannosarus rex. He is running away from someone but they cut into his side nad pull out a nerve bundle, cutting off the nerves to one of his legs and paralyzing him,. I then notice there is CGI blood and think that is odd for fairly oddparents.

Timmy turner gets on this giant oversized wooden rollercoaster fitting his T-rex form. The roller coaster climbs a hill then runs down into a tunnel in a mountain with like a minecart ride themed coaster. The track comes to a jump, but when the coaster car goes over. It falls down a long shaft and I fall alongside him. During this fall there is this really beautiful chanting. I keep thinking he is going to come to his senses and make a wish deciding that he wants to live.

He splats into the bottom of the mineshaft and dies quite gruesomely. Though the CGI blood has an odd property thats hard to describe. Er… think of like an early 2000s movie with bad cgi like sharkboy and lavagirl or spy kids 3 or something and how they would cgi liquids. Yeah it looked like that. I comment to myself that usually children's media doesn't show blood but sometimes dinosaur media will show blood even if its for kids, but that I think this is overkill.

I then see a girl staring at the scene. I intuitively know she is a very old friend of mine that moved away when I was in pre-elementary. She comments that Timmy Turner lived in hell because he lived in a sitcom and he could never make a wish that actually made his life better because things would always return to the status quo at the end of the episode, and new drama would always arise to instigate the next episode. Therefore he could never live happily or peacefully.

I become lucid and the dream scene changes to a sort of parkway. It is daytime, some kind of modern city with a parkway along a beach. There are lots of dream figures walking, riding bikes, and so on. There is a small concession stand or ice cream shop near by and she gets distracted by it. I say to her. “Well Im lucid now and I’m going to make my own dream with blackjack and hookers.”

I take off and start to fly. I see a large moon in the sky. It looks like Europa and seems to sparkle. I then stop and remember my goal is to spar with Madmonkey. I land and call out, probably louder and more aggressively than I needed to but it works.

“Dream, I want to spar with Madmonkey now.”

A dream figure steps out of the crowd. Tall and fit, curly brown hair and looks to be about college age. He is wearing a light brown shirt with some kind of graphic or design on it. After reassuring me that he is infact MadMonkey and says is really excited for this, He takes a fighting pose and we begin without even asking that I am ready.

He throws a right roundhouse kick. I block. He throws out a bunch of punches. I block. This feels a lot like sparring in my old taekwondo class, something I haven't done in many years. But my body responds almost automatically and I seem to be keeping up. I decide its time to counterattack. I jump, using my rockets on my hands for assitance and get maybe 3-4 meters in the air, then rocket back down at an angle for a ‘kick’ with both legs.

This attack connects and the guy goes down on the pavement. I look at him and see he is unconcious. An older woman points, screams and faints.

I false awaken. I am at my fathers parents house. I go to type of my dream and my laptop screen is broken. My mom is there and says it was exposed to radiation.

Still stuck in this semi lucidity rut.

I am on a mission to the center of the galaxy. When I get there I learn that I have been transported to a hell dimension. The universe around me was twisted. Red stars, black holes and continent sized chunks of land covered in screaming damned souls in rivers of lava being tortured by demons. An alien race like the borg (at least in that they used cube shaped ships and were cyborgs, but seemed like good guys past that) decided to assist me as I am being sent to kill a high level dream demon.

Their cube shaped ships assemble into a 12x12x12 cube formation that is hollow on the inside consisting of 728 ships. They explain that the demon we are hunting is very powerful and he can teleport, slip back into the fabric of reality, or so on and they can project a field which restricts his ability to do so and puts him in a weakened state. But only if their ships physically interlock like this and form a shield. The good borg also explain that the hell universe outside will be very draining on their shields and that they can only do this for a limited time so I have to be quick.

They assemble the formation around one of the continents. As the ships lock together the rivers of lava and tormented souls fade away and the continent changes to this “flat earth” style landmass with oceans, grasslands, beaches, and forests. I look down and see the demon standing on the beach. I land on the beach and he spawns minions, some kind of alien spider-like creatures (kind of like the bugs from starship troopers) that I never get a good look at. I spawn my own minions, powerful robots carrying large gatling guns firing some kind of smart bullets.

I remember very distinctly looking back over my shoulder. Seeing the sky made out of the assembled cube spaceships and and my robot minions coming up out of some kind of higgs boat type landing craft. I then remember that a lot of good borg are risking themselves to trap this demon in a weakened form and I should not be distracted.

I spawn my bow and kill the demon without much fanfare. The formation of ships disassembles immediately after, with the good borg stating that doing that was putting more strain on their starships than they would have liked. They explain that them killing that demon caused time ripples because the demon existed in multiple time periods at once. The effects on earth are negligible but they show me a map of michigan with different counties. The eastern side of the state looks more normal but the western side of the state is divided up into hundreds of thin horizontal counties. They explain that this was the layout the citizens and governing officials in michigan originally wanted but the demon manipulated how the borders were drawn to gerrymander the state and get corrupt politicians into office. Now that the demon had been killed the damage had been retroactively undone. The good borg explain that these types of missions are responsible for creating the mandela effect in people and that many people will remember the old boundaries and think its weird.

I bid the good borg well and fly down. I am at a lodge restaurant with my father in michigan now, but it is still the same dream. Semi lucid, I say I don’t want to have more dreams about my father. The dream scene changes to my high school and I say “no, no! No school dream either!” but the dream scene doesnt change. I feel false memories come in telling me I need to go to my 9th grade english class but I push past them.

I find Manei in the hall and say hi. We begin walking together and I notice she has a piece of computer paper with a color picture of uranus taped to her bottom. I rip it off and show it to her asking her if someone stuck it on without her knowing. She says no, that she just put it on there as a joke and people need to have a sense of humor about themselves. She then points out that the calk around the window we are walking by is new. That is because the last time someone touched her butt without her consent she threw them out the window and therefore it had to be replaced, and no boys harass her after heaving about that story because they are scared of her.

This lucid is from the 18th. I was camping that day so its only been written up and posted now.

I am walking in some sort of christmas themed town. It feels like being in one of those decorative village sets you sometimes see during the holidays save for the fact that everything is inhabited and at full scale. The set is placed in some fjord with tall mountainous terrain surrounding it on three sides and the open icy ocean around us. There is a very large yellow and orange brick road that has been cleared of snow. It is nighttime with a mostly clear sky (a few clouds present) and a large number of dream figures are making their way along the road. I see children, adults, and many many of santa's elves.

I become lucid and take off to fly. I note that flying seems easier, I no longer seem to be running into as many negative issues with flying such as struggling to get enough thrust or maintain altitude. I remark to myself in the dream that this is probably one of the many positive side effects of having Jonathan be behind bars. I fly around for a bit above the village doing some stunts and studying how the village distorts and warps as I fly up high and then come back down again, the sensation of flying in a dream never gets old.

I then recall my dream goal to spar with madmonkey. I remember in some instances he described meeting on the moon. I look and see the moon very low on the horizon over the ocean. I decide I will fly there. I fly out over the ocean, hitting the proverbial gas to accelerate and the dreamworld begins to warp around me. What I expect is to fly straight at the moon, the earth will slowly curve out under me and I will fly up higher and higher. Continuing to accelerate this will result in the earth curving away under me as I take a shallow trajectory up into space.

As I continue to accelerate I see the moon abruptly shrink in size. It goes from being roughly the normal size to maybe a third the size it would be in waking life. I come to a stop. Looking back a long ways I see over the ocean (which is dotted with icebergs) the village is a tiny speckling of lights in the distance and the surrounding terrain is quite small. I'm a good few kilometers out to sea.

I back up a little bit and the moon returns to normal size. I move back forward again and the moon is tiny once more. I note this odd invisible threshold over the ocean that upon passing through it actually causes the moon to appear smaller even though by crossing the threshold I am getting closer. I decide I will continue on my journey.

I fly some more and reach the edge of the world. Instead of curving out from under me, the world just ends with the ocean spilling off into outer space like asgard or the edge of the world in sinbad or something. I stop to examine this, though for not as long and then proceed to the moon. As I get closer the moon changes again.

The moon is now a concentric series of gyroscopic rings, each rotating on different axes, with a sort of wormhole or celestial object in the middle, floating in space. I think it best resembles the wormhole machine from the movie contact. The rings are made of a white-ish stone and decorated in complex runes and relief carvings or statues which have color applied to their distinct regions. I notice many of the carvings have a religious or spiritual nature. I see one that is a strange eye symbol between two roman columns. Another appears to be jesus on a cross, the cross is brown, jesus' crown is green and theres blood around the nails binding him to the cross. Yet another appears to be series of chakra gates each colored appropriately, and another appears to be some hindu deity, colored in blue with a golden halo. There are many more carvings, many of them unrecognizable to me.

Intuitively I know that this is the moon as viewed on some higher dimensional plane, and these carvings and runes each provide supernatural power to their respective entities. I know that this is all entities that earth has ever or will ever believe in. Some are from lost or obscure faiths and others are for faiths that will not be prominent for thousands of years to come. I then feel myself being pulled into the central wormhole and grab on to one of the rings. The ring has a carving of a santa hat just above the much larger jesus carving.

I make the connection that christmas is a christian holiday and therefore santa's source of power is next to the one representing christianity. I grab onto the fuzzball thing on the top of santa's hat (I'm sure it has a name I am not going to google it). It's a stone orb about the size of my chest. I feel myself slipping and drive my fingers into the stone to get a better grip. The stone cracks, but also yields and feels like clay, my grip is secure. I feel somewhat conscientious about defacing this construction but resolve that my own security.

I see the wormhole flash red. Once. Twice.

I sense an entity is very confused.

The wormhole flashes with red energy three more times in quick succession.

"The teleporter is jammed. Its a safety system someone or something is inside of it."

"They are in big trouble."

I know they are talking about me. I intuitively know that this construct is some engine which enables Santa to magically teleport and that me being inside of it has tripped a safety system. I then see through the wormhole that it leads to a christmas village (a different one than before, this one has a large decorated tree in the center and other, larger buildings.)

I let go and fall into the wormhole. Without much fanfare I arrive at the destination I could see, standing on a large iron platform in a brick plaza. It has a complicated rune pattern on it which somewhat resembles a 2d flattened version of the 3d gyroscopic ring construct. Santa claus stands over me. He seems genuinely angry. Not the "you're going on the naughty list" kind of restrained anger santa is usually shown to have, he is genuinely bonafide pissed and demands an explanation.

I proceed to rapidly but thoroughly reprise the entire dream beginning with me becoming lucid in a dream, all the odd things that I saw and phenomenon that I observed. Not only is he no longer angry but he belly laughs saying something about how he thought I was the grinch or boogeyman trying to do a magical attack, but upon realizing I was a lucid dreamer who just got lost realized I had no harmful intentions.


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I was in some cave or ancient ruin deep underground, exploring with a team that included Rorkue from Atlantis the lost empire, Carter from Halo Rech and Batman (okay… interesting choice of characters.) We reach a large flooded sort of stone labyrinth deep underground that we must swim through. I am told we must simply hold our breath through this part.

I swim underwater, discovering I can breathe and possibly becoming lucid. I think I remember using the amethyst bow here though the significance of it seemed lost on me. Upon entering the labyrinth we encountered three or four of these large sea monsters. They had a fishlike body and a bull’s head with large horns. I somehow related this to the original legend of the minotaur being found in a labyrinth.

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There was another lucid dream on this night. I recall being in this mountainous country at a train stop. The sky was a deep forest green and cloudy and the terrain was black. I see a train track with a number of large black robotic arms positioned around it. On the end of each arm is a large green rotating brush, like one might see at a car wash.

A steam locomotive pulls into the train stop where I am waiting. It seems to be highly detailed within the dream but otherwise of a fairly normal appearance being made of a dark gray metal with some golden livery. The locomotive exudes power. It feels powerful. The robotic arms descend on it and begin cleaning it, even though there is little in the way of visible grime or dirt.

I become lucid and fly away from the scene, desiring to find MadMonkey for our sparring match. Other stuff happens that I do not recall. I find myself in a janitorial closet somewhere and wake up.

I've been aggressively dream journaling off site for a few months, at least since the conclusion of the summer competition. This has been a long-standing dream goal since long before then even, to find out what happened to Jonathan. Supposedly some years back he 'left' my dreams but he still seemed to crop up in odd ways and cause trouble so I made it a goal to track him down and confront him. I would have liked to have been much more prepared, but he appeared in this lucid dream and I seized on the opportunity.

I am watching an episode of Avatar: The last airbender. It seems to be set in the later part of season 2. Katara, Sokka and Toph are trying to find Aang who is running away from his responsibilities. They speak to this botanist guy looking in ba sing se that says he knows about ancient family secrets passed down through the generations and has selectively bred a magic flamingo that can sniff out the avatar’s spiritual energy and be used to find him. He gets a big pot and pours some water and fertilizer on it and the flamingo grows. Its small and skinny and hops around on one leg but it joins the gaang.

Slowly the dream changes from a third person passive experience to a first person active experience.

We are walking around an abandoned portion of ba sing se at night. I can see the large wall in the distance. The location feels like my old childhood neighborhood in layout but the buildings are ancient east asian fantasy styled. I see that Katara, Sokka and Toph all have bags under their eyes and they complain about not being able to sleep and having to find Aang and how they are exhausted. I try to ‘remember’ this story arc and think to myself that they end up being awake for a whole nother day.

In the sky I see two moons, it doesn’t look like anything off Woue. Just two whitish cratery moons, but I recognize this as a dream sign and become properly and fully lucid. I think to myself its the real world earth moon and the avatar world's moon and that's why I see two.

Then Mai, Azula and Ty Lee appear. The flamingo hides behind katara who is taking a leading role here and Azula says she is going to use it to find the avatar and capture him. Azula winds up, charging into battle shooting out big blasts of blue fire. I think to activate my shields and it works. The barrier seems to be at a larger radius than normal, surrounding the other avatar characters. Hexagonal walls appear in front of the fire blasts she is shooting out.

Azula tries to run in to get inside the barrier and capture us that way. I decide I want to manipulate its properties. I move my left and and see a sort of doctor strange style circular rune in purple around my left hand. There is some magical ‘text’ that is very conventional and legible floating above the rune and made of the same sort of energy. I see a number of complicated-looking mathematical formulas with “R=3” at the bottom in a much larger font and intuitively know the barrier is 3 times the normal radius, probably why it is extending around the other friendly avatar characters. The rune around my left hand has a point on it, like a washing machine dial with three settings. Disabled, Automatic and Manual.

I switch to manual and see a sort of wireframe of the hexagonal barrier around me with one pentagonal face directly above me. I rotate the dial to manual, concentrating on the hexagonal faces right between me and azula. I then do a sort of pushing motion with my left hand and the radius increases to 12 very quickly. The barrier plates send azula flying backwards. Quickly and intuitively I turn the barrier to “disabled”, increase the radius to 16 faster than azula is flying backwards, then switch back to “manual” and she smacks against the inside of the same section. She smacks against the plate and falls to the ground.

I then bring up my right hand and create a second barrier rune. The radius defaults to 3. I switch it into manual mode. I do a motion of pulling in my left hand and pulling out my right hand. The outer barrier radius starts to drop and the inner barrier radius starts to increase. I am shown an alternate perspective of azula. She stands upright but her feet are sliding in the dirt as the outer barrier is shrinking. Her eyes go wide when she sees the inner expanding barrier coming up. She starts to charge up lightning and points it at the inner barrier. But is barely not quick enough as I am shown the barrier closing and her fingers get broken, the inner and outer barrier sandwich together with radii of 6 and 5.99 (the rune switches to show two decimal places). An explosion occurs, billowing out from between the inside and outside and she is gone.

There is a very thin black hemispherical arc of ash in the ground where the explosion was.

I turn to Mai and Ty Lee. Ty lee who was in a fighting pose, just goes “nope” and runs away. Mai sighs and annoyedly walks away.

“What kind of bending is that?” Asks Katara.

“AUGH! The cactus juice is kicking in again!” Sokka shouts. I think the scholar botanist guy gave him cactus juice.

“It’s not bending. It’s a compression barrier I made to defend my home star system, but it wasn’t working properly at such a large scale, so I’m retooling it for personal use. Because It was originally a dyson sphere its very powerful.”

The avatar characters leave and the dream scene becomes more like my home neighborhood at night. I think of a previous bad dream where Jonathan was outside my house and see him there. He seems to recognize that I am lucid and gets on a bicycle which has E.T. in the bike basket and starts to fly away into the night sky.

I ignite my fire jets and chase after him. I distinctly remember the fire jets audibly whining like jet engines. I bring up my left arm and shout “barrier one light second!” I can visibly see that the moon is starting to come closer during the chase and I can see the translucent inactive barrier reaches just far enough to partyway clip into the moon. I start to pull the radius in I point to the bicycle and say “Bad Dream Mode! Rusty chain jam!”

I see a close up shot as the bike chain becomes rusty in the space of a few seconds and then comes off the gear. The flying bike lurches and then falls back to earth. Jonathan landed badly with a visible bleeding injury on his leg. He struggles for a minute gets up and tries to run away.

I point to him. “Bad Dream Mode! Nonlucidity! Teeth fall out! Body horror! Nakedness! Awkward Social Situation!”

I see my various commands take effect. Jonathan’s body distorts with a number of large zits appearing on the righthand side of his face. I see his front teeth both fall out and his pants disappear though he is not naked. Then several dream figures spawn and a large tent is now present in the driveway of my house. It seems like a high school graduation party. A tall woman comes over and points and laughs at him. He seems to look around befuddled and panicked.

“Bad Dream Mode! Uncontrolled Car.”

Jonathan looks at me and says “what?” Then his eyes go wide and I realized he has regained lucidity and he tries to run away from me. I bring up the barrier rune again.

“Offset point on Jonathan!”

I see a wireframe of the barrier surround him as he runs into the side yard of my house and I run after him.

“Fixate point! All hexes on!” The entire barrier becomes active at once and stays where it is, no longer. I drop the radius to 0.53. The barrier shrinks around him, enough that the bottom is no longer phased into the ground and he is trapped in a floating sphere. I keep shrinking the barrier as I see him inside pushing against it. He seems to shrink his body in proportion to his head and has taken on a thoroughly inhuman gollum-like appearance. I drop the radius to 0.26 and he is now in a hovering sphere about two feet across. He thrashes around pounding on the barrier making animalistic noises. I think to myself passingly “the radius must be in meters” and recognize that the dream is ending.

“Max power! Seal all dimensional edges! Anti Teleport! Anti Phasing! Anti-Magic Tampering! Anti time travel! Permanentize! Permanentize! Permanentize!” As I give these commands, I see a list of additional things added to the rune and saying ‘seal edges’ makes the lines between each hexagonal face glow brightly and stay that way.“...Yeah. After fifteen years, I finally got you, you little bitch. How’s it feel?”

I stick a paper sign on the barrier that says ‘do not tap on glass’. And knock on one of the hexes. I note that the barrier does sound like glass when struck.

Dream starts out, I think I am riding my bike through my old hometown somewhere. I think a scene may have taken place at my father’s parent’s house.

I go to visit an apartment and the dream shifts to a fully otd scene. I am sitting at a counter made of bamboo or some kind of wood and it is shaped to look like a surfboard. There is a small glass jar with bamboo growing in it. I have come to discuss lucid dreaming with him and I am waiting for him to get us drinks.

I say to myself “Okay, I am not stupid, I know enough to properly get lucid here.” And while I was properly lucid this go around, I was still not the most clear minded or focused throughout the dream.

I then notice that the apartment is empty. I walk through a sort of living room area with high ceiling and a big light gray curved couch. I tell myself that when I go through, Manei will be on the other side.

I am now in a different apartment or condo, though it feels like a similar location. I come through to new apartment. This one seems to have plants everywhere and be on the beach, though the design of it is still very fuzzy. There is a tall DF who due to the general instability of the dream seems to be rapidly cycling through different appearances. I kid you not while I looked at them and heard slot machine sounds while they morphed rapidly through different appearances like someone who kept pressing ‘randomize’ on a video game character creator. Their height is the only consistent feature.

“Are you Manei? You’re tall enough to be her.”

The dream figure settles on a form that looks sort of like her base form. Though it appears to be middle aged and appears somewhat pallad and sickly. Regardless I sense that it is her and we embrace and kiss then walk over to the window. The scene outside seems unstable. Directly outside I see a road runs paralell to the ocean and perpendicular along the side of the apartment building. I see the road is below sea level and the sea/ocean is spilling over a small waterfall on the coast, about the meter and flowing down the road. I see a large cumulus cloud (or volcanic ash plume) and small debris raining down from it.

“I see small debris raining down and we’re below sea level. What do you see?”

Manei is now a large bipedial/humanoid grayish tabby cat. She is silent.

We then arrive outside in a canoe, riding down the water which spills over from the sea and runs down the street. I see a police SUV get in the street and turn down, driving through the water my canoe is floating in. The water is maybe 10-15cm deep, barely deep enough for my canoe to float but also shallow enough for the police car to drive in. Cat-Manei is in the canoe but vanishes after I look away from her too many times. I am worried the dream police will stop me but they just go around me.

I am thinking about how I am somewhat lucid but not really. I remember something from robert waggoner's book about how a dream should in theory like to interact with a lucid consciousness over a non lucid one.

I get out of the canoe, wade through the water and go back into the apartment complex. I pick a random apartment and say to myself that “This is Mr. Monkey and Juliana’s apartment. I will meet them in there.”

I go inside. A small white robot with a square head leads me to another apartment door and I am back in the room with the gray couch and the odd high ceiling. I see two dream figures and intuitively know they are Monkey and Juliana. I also see that the high ceiling apartment/condominium has a staircase and a balcony that overlooks the main living space with a sort of firemans pole. I climb the stairs and slide down the firemans pole while I am having diaolouge. As I do, I call out for Manei again.

“Manei, can you please come in here to meet Mr. Monkey and Juliana.” I say. I am trying to arrange a dream scene with all four of us present even though I don’t really have an end goal in mind.

“In a minute I’m taking a picture!” I hear her voice very clearly project from another room. I intuitvely know its a bathroom and that she is getting ready.

Intuitively I know this is her saying “I’m trying to get my form right this time.”

“Hurry up, stop posting to dreamstangram!”

Which has the double meaning of “I don’t care if its not perfect, just come.”

I then pause and for some reason think of ‘dream’ the Minecraft youtuber, and say to myself. “Whoops that had a double meaning, sorry.”

I look at Monkey and Juliana sitting on the big gray couch together. Monkey seems fuzzy but he looks to be wearing a blue bathrobe and white breifs and nothing else. He has large mutton chops and a monkey tail and is sitting on the couch eating chips or cheez-its or something out of a plastic bowl and drinking a beer. Juliana is wearing a tank top that says on her chest “witch bitch” and has short black hair in a sort of pixie cut, and panties. When I look at her she chugs an entire bottle of beer distressingly fast, belches, and then laughs at something on the TV.

I look at the TV and see some kind of old school cartoon, like tom and jerry or something. The actual TV imagery is fuzzy but I hear “whoops” and “clangs” and other stock old school cartoon sound effects. I then notice a 3x5 cardboard case of beer bottles (mostly empty with bottles scattered around on the floor between them.)

I somehow interpret this as symbolic “this is a shared dream on some level, but they are nonlucid, just passive observers who are mentally inebriated and passively going along with a stupid dream plot. I need to help them get lucid. Then I can do my sparring goal with Monkey but in my dream.” I also make the connection to some of our visualization exercises where they are comfortable with drinking and we are not.

But the dream ends and I wake up instead.

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Some dream where I am in a survival situation with my mom. There is an ice age or snow storm and we are alternating between traveling through towns and cities buried in ice and camping out in various buildings finding food and supplies.

I was at the dinner table with my mother, father, and father's parents. The location I was in felt like the day care/kindergarten place I went to when I was a young child. (Very odd, do not think in my 15ish years of LDing I have ever dreamed of that place, or even a place that felt similar to it.) I distinctly remember the dining room had a very odd feel to it. The room was very bland with white walls, venetian blinds and plain blue carpet with a complete lack or decor. It felt like a hospital waiting room or something. I was eating at a folding outdoor table which for some reason had a sort of padding or cushioning on the surface of the table while the chair was one of those hard folding metal kinds you get at outdoor parties.

I recall I was sitting at the table eating breaded chicken tenders but not feeling hungry. Then my mother came inside from one door and said to my father that the police were outside and wanted to speak to him. I looked at my food and remember cutting the breaded tender apart to see the chicken meat inside with a knife.

Then Robert Waggoner (I have been re-listening to the audible version of 'Lucid Dreaming, Gateway to the inner self) came in the other door. He was portrayed as a man of average physique with gray hair and glasses and said "An expert lucid dreamer would not be distracted by the current elements of the dream, but would instead lucidly aware, choose investigate elements that could lead to introspection."

I became lucid and got up. Realizing what I really wanted to do, investigate why my dream-father was being summoned by police officers. I headed outside to see three or four police cars parked on the lawn of the day care, where the playground would have been. The fence, tree and playground equipment were all gone.

False awakening in my own bed. I got a message on my laptop. Madmonkey had sent me a youtube video. It was titled '10 hours of Johnny Test Screaming'.

DILD 10pts (x1)

NLD 1:

I was living on the third or fourth story of an apartment/condo complex. It overlooked a large open grassy park with a parking lot and some hills and trees. The weather looked to be overcast. I could see several vehicles in the parking lot and a family with a father, mother, and one or two children talking with about a dozen police. Their cruisers were parked haphazardly in the parking lot with the sirens on.

I couldn't make out the specifics but I knew the husband was in some kind of trouble while the wife and kids didn't know about what he had been doing and were tying to convince the police he was innocent. The wife then started making a scene while her husband ran off into the parking lot with a guilty look on his face.

The vehicle he got into had a flat front, like one of those school busses that has the engine in the back. It was a van painted bright yellow/neon green. It had small, thin wheels and poor visibility due to having no windows outside of the windshield and when he started the engine it made a "thwabbb" sound like a lawnmower. I'm like 'really dude, this is what you are picking as your getaway vehicle?!'

The man goes around a corner. There is an elevated section of land with a large curved retaining wall made out of brown concrete bricks. to keep erosion down. The road out of the park hugs this wall on an outside corner. The man gets away, going far around the outside of the corner by driving on the grass. The police all scramble to jump into their cruisers and chase after him, but they go around the inside corner right along the brown brick wall. The way the road is sloped, there is a large puddle there which turns out to be quite deep. Maybe a meter. All of the police cruisers drive into the water and stall out as their engines are flooded and the criminal in the van drives off.

The wife is heartbroken, realizing that her husband really was a criminal.

LD 1:

I was on my old college campus when I found out the building I had class in had burned down. The weather was again overcast but all the trees had leaves as though it were summertime. The university quad appears to be larger and though the general layout feels the same I feel as though there is a lot of extra space between all the buildings filled with lawn and trees. I arrived at the building to see nothing but a black pile of rubble and some firemen standing around talking to university officials.

Upon seeing the pile of rubble I become lucid. I preform a nose pinch reality check to confirm and yes, I am dreaming. I get excited, but not overly so and take off to fly. Flying this way and that about ten or twenty meters above the university campus doing flips and cartwheels in the air. The dream scene starts to shift as the university buildings and sidewalks altogether disappear leaving me in a grassy plane with large lush-looking deciduous trees strewn about. I think the ocean is visible off in the distance.

I fly around a bit more and see an exceptionally large tree, it looks like an oak but I am not certain. This tree has an 'energy' or 'presence' to it like I know it is significant. Similar to sensing the energy of a significant dream figure like Manei. I fly up under the canopy and orbit this way and that around the trunk of the tree. I noticed that the trunk is sort of vertically ribbed. If one were to cleanly cut the tree down they would be met with the shape of a seven sided star with rounded off points, and that this is also somehow significant. The other nearby trees have more traditional circular trunks.

I cut out the flying jets and grab onto bark of the giant oak. It has very rough bark with deep cracks between plates I can work my fingers into. I am in that moment literally a tree hugger as my position has me feel like I am hugging the tree, even though I'm more hanging onto its trunk two or three stories above the ground.

The tree is able to speak in the language of thoughts.

"Please do not cut me down, I have about a hundred healthy years ahead of me still." It says in a deep voice this is simultaneously both calming and very stern.

"I was just thinking about the interesting shape of your trunk. I wouldn't dare actually do it."

"Good."

I detach from the trunk and start hovering again. I look up to the daytime sky and see the moon through a gap in the overcast clouds and think that I want to go fly and find MadMonkey.

I have a false awakening. In the FA I feel very groggy. I do a reality check but it fails. I wake up and open my laptop to start writing about the lucid experience with plans of going back to sleep and trying for another lucid dream. I only have a single sentence typed when I actually woke up.

WBTB, hoping to get back in.

NLD 2:

Was watching a spongebob episode. Spongebob was very 'fat' or 'thick' in the front to back direction. His body was more cube-shaped and he had a 5 o'clock shadow. He comes home to his pineapple house and takes out a TV dinner. It says "beef and gravy" on the cover of the TV dinner which looks like a PNG image of a TV dinner contrasting the cel-shaded cartoony style of the rest of the show. He peels it open and eats it while watching TV, making various "mmm" and "aaah" sounds to show that he is enjoying.

This gag seems to repeat, with spongebob's body becoming longer and fatter each time and starting to distort in odd and humorous ways. Sometimes he is just physically larger with the cube shaped body and increasingly disproportionately small limbs. At other times he is drawn more with the anatomy of an obese human figure. There are other variations on the TV dinner, though they all seem to be the same beef and gravy. The meat is a light color both in the photograph and when the top of the meal is opened, looking more like pork or chicken with gravy. One time the TV dinner is very small with only one piece of meat. Another time it is huge, so huge it physically fills the inside of spongebob's entire fridge.

2 NLD = 2pts
1 WBTB = 2pts
1 DILD = 10pts
RC = 1pts
Basic Flight = 5pts
DC Interact = 2pts

I was back on fourth as wether to count this as a lucid dream. The level of lucidity was... questionable. But thinking back I really was at most would describe a "layer 2" and did execute dream control.

First sleeping period: 7:00pm to 10:00pm.

I was at a robotics competition of some form. It was taking place on a university campus plaza with different students lined up showing off robots they had made. The dream scene taking place in a university quad type area with post-modern-looking organic glass and steel buildings surrounding us.

I had one. I distinctly remember its design being built off the chassis of an old toy tank with rubber treads. Maybe about 25cm long and 20cm wide. It had a large solar cell on top plugged into a birds nest of wires and random components on the bottom and to one side was a small mechanical arm with a camera and a little claw on it on it. I remember I was placing the robot inside a cylindrical room. It was about the size of a phone booth or porta potty but had no apparent features inside.

Some other students came along and mocked me as they had a much bigger and more advanced humanoid robot. I said "I don't care I'm proud that I made it." I think Manei was present for a bit, but ended up wandering off.

I distinctly remember seeing myself in a mirror or in third person and recognizing that I was acting as my dream identity. This triggered lucidity. I think I became more aware of this as I remember playing with my hair and it was black. (Hade has long black hair waking life me does not) I remember thinking that playing with it was working as good dream stabilization. I distinctly recall having a sort of false memory wherein I recalled the dream where Marcus made this body for me to use he had mentioned that the hair was modified to not ever become oily or tangled.

I then had another student approach me. He said something to the effect of "The administrator wants to see you. I think you are in trouble."

I felt a bit of anxiety, but lucidity supressed the emotional charge. I decided I would teleport right to him, because I didn't know where he was. I pulled up a computer that I had originally been using to program my robot. It had a window open taking up most of the screen, a white background with gray text. I typed

/tp @Hade @Admin

I was in a white void. Then a big oak desk appeared with this guy who looked like Ronald Regan. He had an american flag on a short flagpole with gold fringe. The flag had vertical stripes and only one big star in the blue rectangle. I recognized him as the administrator. More objects began to appear as a very formal and high class looking government office formed around me. I distinctly remember the effect being similar to loading into a new environment in a laggy or buggy video game with more objects appearing in bursts every few moments and objects sometimes appearing to be blurry or low-poly before resolving to a higher level of detail.

The administrator steepled his fingers and talked to me but I forgot what he said. Two more people walked in. One was a bureaucrat looking woman with pale skin, black hair and square glasses wearing a gray suit coat and black stilettos. The other guy looked and dressed like Admiral Hood from Halo 2. Meanwhile I was distracted by a rather embarrassing problem as I was wearing a white tank top/undershirt that kept rolling up from my waist giving it the effect of a crop top but with a thick round band where it rolled up on me. I kept getting distracted looking down at my body trying to unroll it and it kept curling back up. I tried concentrating on the problem, command it to stop with dream control to no avail. I could see the other dream figures were a bit irritated with me being distracted, so I just took the top off. When I did it continued to roll and bunch up in odd ways on the floor, almost as though it were alive. It twisted into a tight sort of doughnut shape.

"You are the dreamer. We need you to assemble a battle fleet and [blah blah blah] or we could lose this war."

"I need to talk to my admiral and see what he says." I responded. In that moment I imagined my admiral as one of the alien characters from my scifi RP group. I then started thinking about going on a space adventure. I remember a very brief involuntary scene change onto the bridge of my starship, the Natsu. It looked somewhat like the Roci ops deck stylistically but was a simple octagonal shape and didn't have two levels. I remember I was putting on a black skintight spacesuit and Manei was tying up her hair so she could put a helmet on. Then the scene changed back to the first location of the university campus.

I then remember I am poking around in my dream body. Manei is standing there wearing a tan sweater and holding a big paper coffee cup with a lid. She just kind of idles there for a minute while I fool around in my dream body like I'm going to do or say something interesting. I stay there for another minute. I pinch myself to see if it will wake me up (it doesn't) and (in a non sexual way) I am just feeling really good experimenting with it. I then remember getting irritated that my feet felt hot and grimy so I took off my shoes and socks and felt a lot better.

I then tried jumping as high as I could without engaging with flight. I jumped maybe six or eight meters into the air and sort of floated at the top of my arc for a second. I think as I am coming back down that my knees will hurt on landing (as I've gotten older IWL I've started having knee trouble). No pain whatsoever. I also remember thinking about breathing. Breathing just feels a lot better, a lot more invigorating.

I remember we walk away. My little robot is following us and I jump up and walk along a black metal railing, feeling the coolness of the metal and the subtle texture in my feet as I balance. I am walking along a round black metal tube but have no trouble balancing even while not concentrating on it. I divert some attention to the sensation as dream stabilization but I can tell the scene is fading out.

"I feel bad. I felt like having a different body was really weird and marcus was creepy old man. But he did a real bang-up job, even years later and this still works flawlessly. I'm sorry I thought of him like that and I need to thank him when I get the chance. I wish waking world bodies were this good."

Second sleep period 3:00am to 6:00am.

With this second lucid, I was much more clearly awake within the dream, I felt like I was in more control.

I was having a fairly mundane anxiety dream about having lost my wallet and phone in a large superstore like costco. Eventually I recognized the anxiety charge as being dreamlike and the frustration of constantly shifting environment. I preformed a nose-pinch reality check and got a very distinct sensation of breathing through my nose.

I then find that my scene has transitioned to the basement of my childhood home. I became aware that I was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and black ice skates, having the distinct feeling of walking around with blades under my feet and decided to head outside. As I approached the door I said. "I want to summon Manei. She will be on the other side of the basement door just outside."

I approached the door and then stopped. Then I noticed a coat rack had human legs. I pulled off the coats. There was a pale naked old lady who didn't looked too surprise that I had found her hiding. Funnily enough the naked lady had very smooth young looking legs at first.

"Manei, is that you?"

"Yes dear." (old lady voice) I said as I opened the door and headed outside.

"Why do you look like that?"

"Because you see me like this."

The form changes to a very tall (coherent with her usual height) male form with short blonde hair. I was very surprised by this because I recalled (possibly falsely) an earlier dream where she swore up and down she would never utilize a male form as it didn't fit her. Outside it is dim and cloudy and the lake behind my house is frozen though there isn't any snow on the ground. The lawn isn't grass, instead its millions of tiny yellow wildflower buds.

"Oh you're trying a male form. I'm surprised, but I'm proud of you. You're your own entity I think it's important for you to decide how you like to look."

"Yes, this is a male form." (I am going to still use female pronouns since there was the strong feeling that this was a very temporary experiment but I guess we'll see). She points to two scars or injuries on her chest. One of them is visibly bleeding a small amount. It kind of looks like the surgery scars people who transition FtM have but more fresh. I actively dream-interpret that appearance as in indication of somebody who transitioned 'roughly'.

We had some conversation about MadMonkey and his guide that I honestly don't remember. I then remember we are sort of meandering around the back yard of my childhood home when she traps my leg and pushes me over. We playfully wrestle in the grass for a bit and she says something like "strong little man!". I just think its funny. We lay down for a bit on this square oriental rug she lays down on the grass which is way too small for the two and I 'fall asleep' to wake up some time later, surprised to see that the dream is still ongoing. I make a note that I am still having the sensation of walking around in ice skates.

"Well it's the lucid dreaming competition, so we should probably do dream control tasks."

Manei gives me a look. In a previous dream she went on a tyrade about how she doesn't really like the lucid dreaming competitions because they only really award dream control ability and not effort that goes into dream induction or other components of the practice. Its a bit annoyed but she's still willing to go along with it.

"We need to get off earth. We need the Natsu." (The Natsu was our starship).

I begin pathing a route to get there. I know there was a door in the basement that led to a utility room that I was scared of as a young child. Many times in my dream have I gone in there to find a creepy winding underground complex. I think that if I can invoke that dream schema I can escape the familiar and mundane territory of my childhood home. From there we can get to the ship, blast off and use the jump drive to get to where we want to go. She seems enthusiastic to get out of this location too. However at that point I rather abruptly woke up.

I give myself an 'F' for good sleep hygene but a 'A-' for lucid dreaming.

(Okay comp rules say dream control counts only once per dream/chain. I wouldn't say several hours of waking and then another DILD is really a chain though so I'm going to fully score both lucids.)

DILD (x2 = 15pts)

Dream 1:
Rc/Stabilization (1pt)
Use Technology (5pts)
Teleport (10pts)
Lucid DC interaction (2pts)
Mlsc dream control (5pts) Ill count the really high jump.

Dream 2:
Rc/Stabilization (1pt)
Basic Summoning of dream guide (10pts)
Lucid DC interaction (2pts)

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hade is this girl bothering you?"

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

DILD x1 10pt

-+-

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

Spoiler for cw: masturbation:

Anyways I was at my old childhood home and this family shows up at the door with a present for me. I unwrap it and its a large yellow cylinder maybe 30cm in diameter and 150-170cm tall. It has a siren on top and a big red button. It's labeled in big bold red letters "masturbation station". The father of the family shows me that when you press the button the top, the siren on top goes off for a few seconds and then the top unfolds into a wide flat bed/table and a sort of robot arm comes out and idles near you. It has textured black rubber grippers and the hand is sort of shaped to... well... help you out. It also has a dispenser for tissues and lotion as well as very detailed instructions painted on a little panel that comes up on the side of the bed showing what positions to get into. He then lets slide that he "worked hard to clean it up and repair it because it was heavily used."

At first I was thinking this is sort of a funny joke present and laughed along with them as the family's son who was about 12 couldn't stop giggling. My grandparents were there and my grandmother was looking at the scene like "what the fuck" but my grandfather was filming and trying very hard not to laugh. But my attitude completely shifts the moment he mentions that somebody has really been beating their meat for years using this thing. I say that it feels like getting someone elses used underwear... sure it was put through the wash three times in a row, but it was still used underwear. They seem to understand that I'm not being rude and maybe put off by that part. I am also thinking that when the plastic bed folds out it folds out on one side, but the thing doesn't have a wide base and even if its bottom heavy, it would fall over if you slept on it, which reinforces the idea that this is a joke product and not meant for actual use.

-+-

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

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

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

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

I was at my old job, walking around the back of the factory.

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

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

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

-+-

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Total: 22

I have had a seemingly endless string of layer 0 and layer 2 lucid experiences in the past month. Most of which have been documented in my private DJ. Presently my main computer is out for repairs and my DJ archive is at my mum's house so I'm just going to post here. Conveniently this one is both lucid and doesn't pretain to anything personal so...

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

-WBTB-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I felt like sharing these. I slept for over 13 hours last night and had a lot of dreams, though my sleep was disjointed and I forgot most of them.

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

...

The semi-lucid dream had another segment where I was flying above a traffic jam but struggling to get the visual effect of the fire jets to appear.

From earlier on in the night:

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

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

The female bully comes back over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The dream continued for awhile becoming nonlucid.

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

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

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

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

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

One thing about LD comps is I feel compelled to share dreams I wouldn't otherwise because they seem somewhat inappropriate for public discussion. Content Warnings for the relevant bits, proceed at your own risk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

Spoiler for CW: feces and masturbation:

The mens bathroom is some disgusting surrealist nightmare. The room is huge, about the size of a gymnasium but with walls painted black or a very dark blue. The floor is made of deep forest green tiles maybe three inches on edge with white grout. The floor is not even, but rather made up of shallow square hoppers. Shallow pyramid shaped depressions with floor drains in the bottom. Perhaps two-thirds of a meter on edge.

The floor is covered in feces. Most of them are rather small, just looking like dog poops on someones lawn but there are huge elephant turds and big piles of poop like a frozen yogurt. Some of the shallow basins have their drains clogged and are filled with yellow urine. About a half dozen male dream dream characters stand near the center of the room pleasuring one another in a literal circle-jerk while another guy is completely naked and crapping into one of the hoppers. A fat guy is sort of squatting by the door also pleasuring himself. His penis is very long, about three feet and has a dozen or so holes in the top. They are not wounds they look like additional urethra. He moves his hands up and down covering the different holes playing horrible screeching offbeat woodwind music with it. Like you know in spongebob how squidward sucks at playing the clarinet... it sounded like that. I remember the dream engaging the sense of smell, which almost never happens.

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

Spoiler for CW: sex:

I became lucid outside the south entrance of my junior high school at night. There was prior dream content pertaining to schools but i don't recall it or what brought me to being lucid. My friend X is there. I am in what looks and feels like my junior high school body, based on eye level, and looking down at myself to see the polo I am wearing is one I had around that time. That and I am mildly overweight. X
Looks older. Not her current age but late high school or early adulthood.

Se rocks her hips side to side in a suggestive fashion and starts to unbutton her shirt showing her cleavage. She explains that this is a shared lucid dream that she created and that she has listed for me for many years and wanted to try sex but couldn't for religious reasons and because she had inhibitions in waking life that she feels she can have a little fun in the dream. I more or less shrug and say 'sure what the heck' but it feels a bit weird to be having sex with my awkward male adolescent boy. In the past (in a lot of dreams I don't normally upload to dreamviews because I get self conscious about dream horniness.) I've done a lot of mostly successful experiments with becoming female for sexual oriented dreams, and finding more comfort and enjoyment in it.

"OK but I'm not comfortable in this body. Let me change."

I look up at the sky with the intent of changing into a female. Snow gently falls from an almost pitch black cloudy sky, only becoming visible when it falls close to the light bathing the school entrance.

I look back down at myself to see the transformation is extremely successful. My female body is tall and very toned but with a large chest. Am now wearing a very tight and revealing cutoff top (no bra underneath) but the same pants. I began feeling myself with one hand going up and feeling my breast which is firm but otherwise very realistic. With my other hand I felt my abs and navel before reaching down into my pants. I feel my clitoris and began fingering myself. Again very 'accurate' sensations, I am being conscious not to scrape the inside with my fingernails. I can feel a lot of sexual charge and realize I need to modulate it to keep the dream stable so I stop.

I rip off my top and thrust out my chest.

"So, X (I addressed her by name). Are you ready to get to know the real me?"

Her eyes were bulging out and her mouth formed an 'o' with shock. She backed away until she stumbled on the curb between the school bus loop and sidewalk. She stammered out about how she didn't know me at all and liked 'me' but wasn't comfortable girl on girl. I asked her if she was willing to be male and that I would help her transform. She nervously then more firmly declined and asked me to please change back into my 'normal' self, how I was when the dream began. I declined saying I'm not willing to be male.

Seeing we are at an impasse she dejected states she no longer wants to have lucid sex unless both sides are happy. Bur she wants to confirm the shared dream really happened. I tell her to message me on Facebook with something random like "cheese puffs" to confirm it.

It starts to become daytime and X leaves. I decided to explore. I lost lucidity striding around half naked in the increasing snow.

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