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    1. Summer Comp Night 1: Back in Buisness

      by , 06-02-2023 at 12:12 PM (Lucid Time!)
      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)
    2. Spring 2023 Comp Night 14: Yeet

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      "Hade is this girl bothering you?"


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

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

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

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

      DILD x1 10pt


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

      Spoiler for cw: masturbation:


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

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

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

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

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

      lucid , non-lucid
    3. Double Classic Layer 1 (Spring 2023 Comp Night 2)

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

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      Total: 22

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

      lucid , non-lucid
    4. Short Experience

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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


      The semi-lucid dream had another segment where I was flying above a traffic jam but struggling to get the visual effect of the fire jets to appear.
      lucid , non-lucid
    7. Winter competition night 10: Nudist Rollerink and Layer 1

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

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

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

      The female bully comes back over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      The dream continued for awhile becoming nonlucid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      Spoiler for CW: feces and masturbation:

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

      Spoiler for CW: sex:

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

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

      non-lucid , lucid
    9. Two Short Lucids

      by , 10-20-2022 at 10:02 AM (Lucid Time!)
      I am on a college campus. It doesn't seem similar enough to mine specifically, but vaugely feels like it. I am chasing some kind of cyborg who has stolen information. This isn't a serious situation, its some kind of ARG. I have another dream character with me who is trying to help me with the chase but he is so unfit that he is unable to be much help. I keep telling him to run a different direction and head off the person were chasing but he stops being completely out of breath.

      I continue the chase on my own. As I move I notice just how agile and floaty I am. I am no longer running, but kicking off walls and ceilings and hurling through the air like I'm in zero gee. The chase follows outside and into a large parking lot, then into the university library. I think I have him cornered but instead arrive in a room of random students studying. Its awkward so I quietly apologize and leave. I go back out in the parking lot and let myself float down.

      Then I say to myself something dumb along the lines of
      "I know I've been dreaming for awhile. Maybe it's time I become lucid."

      I then properly remember my dream goal. I decide to summon Manei, knowing that will help boost my odds of success.

      "Hey, dream. I want to see manei, Right now please."

      A classroom bell chimes and a whole bunch of college students come out in a big mass. I am able to spot her in the middle and get her attention.

      "Hey, hey Manei. Did you... make friends with the whole class?"

      "Yes!" She shouts excitedly. "The people here are so friendly!"

      "That's great. Hey I-"

      Very abrupt awakening.


      My dad wants to visit his new church and it saking me with him. He says he doesn't want to influence my spiritual beliefs but that I do have to wear a uniform to go inside while he does his business in it and hands me a red shirt with a starfleet logo on it. He then explains that this is the church of Startrekism and they are rivals to the church of Jediism. It is a small and unassuming building on the outside but on the inside its a massive mall food court type location with a huge model of the Enterprise (I don't know which version) on a rotating stand. Its about the size of a large car.

      He goes off and leaves me to hang out there. Everyone is wearing star trek clothing and some people look like aliens with pointy ears and stuff. I ask the guy at the counter what he has to eat and he acts like a robot. I see in one serving tray there is a double chocolate muffin. I ask for it but the guy is busy with another customer. I am mildly frustrated that he started attending to another customer before getting me the only item I wanted.
      I then become Lucid of the dream state. My father comes back, and tells me that lucid dreaming is borgonistic (which is the church of startrekism's way of saying something is satanist) and that I shouldn't do it. I decide that this will only lead to the dream becoming a pointless battle and decide to escape.

      "Dream, take me to a new reality."

      Bad choice of words.
    10. Beach Basement Monsters

      by , 10-03-2022 at 02:17 PM (Lucid Time!)
      The dream begins and I am in a basement. It feels like an odd combination of the basement of my grandparents house and my old childhood home. It is very unfinished, mostly bare wall studs and some utility equipment. I am meandering around and I end up going through a door to find myself in a school gymnasium.

      I become semi-lucid and resolve to find Manei. I find her in the crowd taking a fairly recognizable form. She seems even taller than usual and has a blonde streak in her hair, though the dream is not particularly vivid. I decide that I don't want to have a dream about a school gymnasium, it has too much of a negative schema associated with it. She agrees and we resolve to leave back through the same door I came in through. We go back into the house basement and then through another door on the far side which takes us up a flight of stairs and onto a beach scene.

      This seems like a much better scene to set the dream in. But there are monsters roving on the beach. Two of them are about the size of a small house, maybe thirty feet in height. There are about a dozen more that are about human sized which are running around terrorizing beachgoers and there are a few skeletons being picked clean of meat beneath them. They look like the MUTO monster from 2014 godzilla or the cloverfield monsters. But their mouths look like a Predator or Sangheili in that they have a jaw that spilts open in multiple ways. Manei says we have to deal with them one way or another.

      She pulls out a device, saying its a machine which can summon anything into the dream world and she wants to use it to summon weapons. However the device is built into an old flip phone (where one would have to type a number multiple times rapidly to get a certain letter) and in order to summon something she must text it using a 10-digit pad. This is certainly inconvenient especially with how dream phones and anything with text or numbers can be. She manages to type in 'dagger' and summon a small kunai knife. Then threw it out and killed one of the smaller monsters.

      I then, quoting inception and said "you musn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling." and typed in 'railgun'. I don't remember if i was successful or not since I vaguely remember holding a railgun that looked like handheld railgun in the Halo games. But then I decided against using it and it faded away or it turned out I had typed it into the summoning device incorrectly before I was able to fire. Or I forgot to dream of a power cell for it or something.

      Then, I ran out onto the beach. I must have gained more lucidity because I recognized that I didn't need a machine to summon a weapon for me, and summoned my own weapon. It partially failed because when I summoned it, it appeared translucent. But I planted one end of it in the sand forcefully and the sand rippled oddly in a sort of shockwave, drawing a wide circle around me to show power. This was in some convoluted dream-logic way a reference to the anti-sea-bear circle from Spongebob.

      "End your threatening presence in my dream and tell me what you symbolize."

      Ive had mixed results with getting nightmares to stand down. It seems about coin flip odds they just get angry and continue to attack me or the dream just ends up getting worse when I try the diplomatic approach. But I'm happy to say this creature seemed very diplomatic. All but one of the large monsters disappeared, and the one that remained swiftly shrank into a very harmless looking bright blue creature about the size of a large dog. It gave me the vibe of being half-elephant, half pig and it had two small trunks.

      "I symbolize that you feel disconnected from nature."

      I woke up.

      There was another dream wherein I was in what felt like the city of chicago. I was watching two spaceships or large flying vessels do battle out over the water. One looked like the battlestar galactica. The other was a big sort of drab green zeppelin. The drab green zeppelin takes a lot of damage and begins to drop into lake michigan. When it collides with the water it explodes like a giant hydrogen bomb and everyone starts running anticipating a shockwave and nuclear will hit soon. Everyone starts running and looking for places to hide. I can't find a good place to hide that isn't already jammed full of people so I resolve to accept my fate.

      I am standing still watching the shockwave approach over the water, and in the final few moments it gets onto land flattening trees and buildings. Then time freezes with it only a few meters away from me. The grim reaper appears and says something like

      "Uhm wow, you're not even going to try to worm your way out of this one?"

      "No. Life's got me feeling worn out right now and if this is how I'm going to go out, I'm going to face it with dignity and accept it."

      "Dude... seriously, come on. You're no fun at all. Look I'll give you one minute to find a hiding spot."

      I decide to try and survive anyway. I look for a large building, an apartment or condo of some sort and run inside. Then I try to get onto the lowest level. The dream completely drops the 'time is frozen and Im running from a nuclear explosion' plotline as I get yelled at by some woman for being in her apartment. I try to explain the situation about the nuclear blast but she doesn't believe me. I then try to convince her that I am a maintenance man and need to go into the utility room below her condo. She buys that. I go hide in the utility room and lose the dream.
      lucid , non-lucid
    11. Low Flying

      by , 10-02-2022 at 05:02 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I am staying with family in a resort hotel. We are staying in a very large city built up along a beach. There are fifty+ story resorts and condos on the beachfront. One image is of an orange concrete building with curved balconies overlooking the coast. It is built on a small island tightly packed with skyscrapers and surrounded on all sides by pristine beaches in the middle of a large city built on a bay with mountainous terrain behind the city.

      I am watching from the roof of a tall building the construction of another building. The frames of the buildings they are constructing look very spindly and sway in the wind quite a lot, they do not look structurally sound at all. There are about a half-dozen people in large black inflatable balloon pants (I don't really know how else to describe them) dangling from construction cranes and building another skyscraper next to us. They are being blown around by the high winds. One of them breaks loose and the balloon carries him down slowly. I help him get out of it and he is thankful. He explains that the tubes are some kind of safety device for working at high altitudes but that his boss keeps asking them to modify the blueprints of the skyscraper to make it taller and he is frustrated.


      I am in a much different location. I become semi-lucid and start flying low over the ocean I notice that like last night, I don't have my fire jets but seem to be churning up the water as I hover several meters over its surface.


      I am riding in the passenger seat of a pickup with a dream character. i think it was my father. We are back in the costal city which is being shaken with earthquakes and volcanoes. The dream character wants to drive us through a tunnel. I state that is a bad idea because the tunnel goes through a mountain which is presently an erupting volcano. When he gets close we see lava coming out of the tunnel.

      He then proceeds to drive along a river, driving the truck in a physically impossible manner such that only the two lefthand wheels are on the very lip of the river while the rest of the truck hangs off the side but stays more or less upright. I turn on the radio which states the government will not be sending disaster aid because they are corrupt and already gave all their money to corporate subsidies.
      lucid , non-lucid
    12. The Gambler's Cross

      by , 10-01-2022 at 06:00 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I was going through some dream about me having two jobs and being "on the grind" in a big way trying to pay off some debt. In the dream, my house was a mixture of my old and new houses in feel and location. Though it was structured more like my new house, it was painted white. I then realized that I could fly and decided to ignore the career focus in the dream.

      I became lucid. Flying was easy and intuitive, and I had great control. I remember flying in a posture similar to me using my fire jets but there were no visuals of the fire. I flew up into the night sky through clouds and could see the stars. There were four or five sets of stars in oval-shaped rings of varying size, with maybe ten to twenty stars on each ring. There were also some stars scattered about. I thought about flying into space and checking out the star rings up close but I could feel that the dream was not particularly stable.

      Instead I decided to land, sitting in a tall tree with pointy leaves overlooking a country road. I decided to eat one of the leaves to try and ground and stabilize the dream. I pulled one off the branch and started eating it. It had some texture but no flavor, working well enough to keep the lucid dream going.

      A spaceship came down from space and out of the clouds. It was shaped like a cross which I interpreted to be religious iconography. The vertical bar of the ship was made of gold along its edges, with lightbulbs at regular intervals turning on and off in a pattern that made it look like pulses of light were traveling around it. The paneling was glowing bright red, orange, yellow, and green, with its colors also cycling in a wave-like pattern. The horizontal bar of the cross was framed in gold and had a windowed section allowing me to see inside to a single deck. Inside I could see casino games such as slot machines, a roulette and a blackjack table, and dream characters engaged in gambling.

      The spacecraft was of such an absurd design I simply had to know why it had appeared and what it symbolized.

      "Hey spaceship, what do you represent in this dream?"

      The spacecraft landed upright by the side of the road. Various components of it folded apart and went through a complex transformation sequence which had little regard for the rules of euclidean space or how its internals were presumably set up. When it had finished it had become a very bland concrete building. The structure had an octagonal cinderblock wall around it with barbed wire along the top and guard towers at all eight corners and a dirt road leading up to a gatehouse on one of the octagon's sides. The inner building had a square footprint and was taller than it was wide, perhaps three or four floors and looked very sturdy. It had square windows which looked to be made of reinforced glass and a single set of double doors leading into it.

      I flew down from the tree and walked through the gatehouse. There were bulky robot guards with high-tech looking weapons that let me through. As I approached the building I could feel the overwhelming aura of strength and stability emanating from it. Large bull horn speakers on the guard tower spoke in a clear and loud, but not overwhelming voice.

      "I am the representation of the dream archive you should be making."

      I go inside the building and find it to be full of server space with hard drives. It explains how I should make a new more organized dream journal. (This is actually somewhat true and something I have been considering. I actually have three dream journals in which I document different dreams. Dreamviews tends to get most of my lucid dreams, but I keep non lucids and dream fragments and the like in a private dj.)

      The dream then transitions to inside my current workplace. Dream characters are sitting around talking about lucid dreaming. One of them points out how he will always dream that his son will come to work and tell him that he is dreaming, but that he always ignores it and doesn't get lucid. I laugh and say that my dream guide appears alot in my dreams but I don't get lucid upon seeing her.

      I woke up, typed short notes to remember the lucid and went back to sleep.

      I had another lucid dream, but I don't remember much of the content of it. It started on my college campus and I wound up going underground into a tunnel full of trash and losing lucidity.
    13. The Lucid Dream War

      by , 09-16-2022 at 10:19 PM (Lucid Time!)
      This is from awhile ago. Probably sometime in late august of this year. I only remembered it because of the dream journal autosave function.

      I was at the grocery store; my old workplace from 2018ish. I had just clocked off a shift when I was approached by a group of shady-looking people in a black pickup truck. They were a high profile drug cartel and had asked me to be a drug mule for them in exchange for a briefcase full of cash. I had completed the mission, delivered the drugs to the recipient and was about to get paid. They slammed the briefcase shut, and their leader explained they planned to turn me into the cops. Basically explaining how I was an idiot to think they would pay me, and that they intended to turn me over to the police for being a part of their operation, to throw them off the trail since I didnt have any connections to their group.

      Nonlucid brain of course freaks out (instead of realizing that guy was probably screwing himself because I knew what his gang looked like, what car they drove, and where I had picked up the drugs from and who I had given them to, and that they had no evidence against me.) I start screaming and jumping up and down like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

      Then Manei pulls up in an old rusty red pickup truck and I completely forget about that plotline. She's really upset, borderline crying and I ask her to explain wny. She tells me to look in the back of the truck so I do. Its about 20 black cats, including one litter of kittens. She's super worked up because black cats are seen as tokens of bad luck and nobody wants to adopt them so she had to rescue them herself.


      I am involved in some sort of lucid dream war. The full story eludes me but I am in an OTD area that is mostly farm fields and forests, and I am partially lucid. Most of the combatants in the group are fairly typical soldiers with modern gear and standard rifles and stuff; a couple of tanks and other armored vehicles. But there are more exotic combatants rolled in there. One guy is a pyromancer or firebender of some sort wearing some kind of robe or gown. A few of the soldiers are wearing camo-painted powered armor and using more futuristic weapons. The leader of this group is like a big leopard in a power suit with a humanoid body weilding a plasma battleaxe.

      We are fighting against hordes of black and gray zombies with glowing red eyes. They come out of the field which is some kind of burial ground like zombies and we are gunning them down before they can get close. Then a big three-headed dragon comes out, its stature and body structure reminding me of king ghidorah. One of the armored vehicles fires a volley of missiles and the dragon roars but doesn't seem to have taken any significant injury. It lunges at our formation, biting down on soldiers who are firing on it in futility. Its centermost head lets out a roar which carries with it an aura of terror. I feel this 'aura' of fear somewhat but resist the urge to run away. Most of the force scrambles away.

      The leopard man isn't phased. He jumps onto the dragon's head and holds onto one of its horns. Then begins one-handedly chopping at its neck. He actually manages to get off one of its three heads before the dragon grabs his arm in its mouth and shakes him around before throwing him across the field into a tree. His arm had torn off and the dragon ate it. Leopard man prepares to make a last stand. I summon my amethyst bow and kill the giant dragon by shooting an arrow into each of its two remaining heads. It then begins burning away in a manner very reminiscent of how a dragon would die in Skyrim and I absorb some power from it. I go help the leopard warrior get up despite him being battered and bloody and missing one arm. When I do I get a feeling from him. That he is an exceedingly proud warrior that refuses to quit fighting until he either dies or wins. I wanted to tell him he did a good job and that he should go find a medical camp, but knew he wouldn't listen no matter how I tried to convince him.

      The remainder of our battered group continues to advance. We get into this grassy field surrounded by a wooden fence with this old abandoned farmhouse and fog closes in. There is a bit of a creepy atmosphere. Then this bug Sauron looking guy comes out with a giant sword and shield. Raiah (yes my original character) says "I've got something special for this freak" and shoots a matter disintegrator bolt from her robot arm. He blocks with his shield though it does make the shield glow red and orange where it hits. I tell everyone to stand back and let me handle this.

      I use my upgraded form. I'm very familiar with it now and I notice that. "I must have gotten used to it in dreams I don't remember anymore." I say to myself before I roar at him and then charge. There wasn't any real martial arts or strategy. I just rushed him and grabbed his hand holding the sword to prevent him from using it. We wrestle for a bit, as we twist and torque one another in various ways we get pushed through the farmhouse destroying the middle section leaving just the front and back wall and a little section of roof. His armor is covered with spikes and blades and its difficult to wrestle him without something poking or cutting me. Wrestling him is exhausting. Eventually I get him pinned and manage to pull his helmet off. He is just an old bully from junior high. I then grab him by the neck and pull him out of the armor, but do so in a way that doesn't injure or discomfort him. His body is normal sized and doesn't even fill a portion of the armor's torso, and all the armor breaks away when I remove him.

      Last night:

      I went to bed meditating on the idea that I seem to have developed a rather adversarial relationship with myself, and that since very early in my lucid dreaming career I have struggled with dream characters being directly and openly opposed to me being lucid. I think this epiphany was at least partially motivated by the "lucid dream war" being the crescendo of a very long lineage of dreams about fighting hostile dream characters. I have also struggled with myself reacting violently against dream characters when it is unwarranted. I resolved that it may be a roadblock that is keeping me from having more frequent and more enjoyable lucid dreams, and that I wanted to remedy this.

      I was walking in a park. The park is on a big sloping hill overlooking a beach with neatly mowed grass and trees surrounding it on three sides. There is a large parking lot near the top of the open grass area with cars parked in it and a small modern/futuristic cafe style building made out of glass, curved steel tubes and suspension wires that sort of hangs out over the slope. It kind of reminds me of half of a suspension bridge sticking out over the steeply sloping park with two levels of decks with chairs and dream characters sitting on them eating and talking. There is also a black paved walking trail that snakes back and fourth heading down towards the beach.

      I am walking along the black walking path thinking about how I should not be here, that it is a long way to get back to work. I then question where I am and become lucid. A family approaches me. Two children and two adults. They feel familiar and inform me that they have missed me and want to know when I might be able to come over and see them. Though there is an unspoken subtext that this implies they want to meet me in lucid dreams again. I respond with something to the effect of "I'll come see you soon" which similarly has an unspoken subtext that I have been seriously considering getting back on the lucid dreaming wagon. I acknowledge that I am accomplishing my goal of having positive interactions with dream characters.

      Another dream character comes along with several dogs on leashes. They all look like labradors in various colors and are all quite large. As the dream character walks by the dream scene shifts. I am underneath a stairwell in a basement somewhere; the walls are plywood and 2x4 studs, with all of the dogs but not the dream character. There is very little free space and the dogs become agitated. I try to convince myself that they are just excited to see me and not aggressive, though I didn't thoroughly convince myself.

      I am then back in the park scene, now on the inside portion of the cafe. I am holding a black and white cat with long fur, holding it on its back with belly and paws up. The cat is agitated and aggressive. It is hissing at me and trying to claw me and so I try to hold it in a different position. I try to put it down. None of these options work. My arms are not responding. Despite still being at least partially lucid I am now only an observer with no ability to act or speak.

      The cat is still aggressive and hissing. But now it is breathing heavily and makes a sort of loud irritating squeaking/wheezing sound when it does. Each time it breathes in its eyes and paw pads, which are jet black, swell up slightly then shrink. But each time the cat breathes in they swell a little bigger and don't shrink quite as much. There is a fearful sort of tension, as though this sounds absurd, in the context of the dream it was a rather disturbing and grotesque phenomenon. I try to channel positive energy into the cat, sensing that it is suffering. I try to break free of the situation and just do anything on my own volition, but I'm now only a lucid observer. A dream character starts laughing at me. I pull my rip cord and tell myself that this is becoming a nightmare, and I want to wake up.

      Too late. The cat's eyes and pawpads pop, splattering me and the surrounding dream characters with black tar. Everyone starts running and screaming. The black tar burns my skin and I am filled with a horrible terror as gooey sort of spider-like parasites crawl out of its eyes. I finally finish awakening and the dream fades out, though with the emotional intensity I probably would have woken up anyway.
      lucid , non-lucid , nightmare
    14. Hamster Aliens

      by , 08-07-2022 at 06:33 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I was vacationing with my father and stepsisters. We are driving/camping in an 18 wheeler gasoline truck and I am the one who is driving. We are on the interstate when we arrive at a section of road that is under construction and I am forced to turn off the highway in this massive and nonsensical spaghetti interchange. I am worried that I will end up driving off the end of an overpass/bridge as I see several that just end. Instead I somehow find myself driving into traffic that is going the other way. But I am a big truck and I lay into the horn. It is stressful but we manage to get out of traffic and onto a side road.


      We are approaching in a small town about ten miles off the freeway. There are nothing but farms and forests all around I tell my father to use his phone GPS to get us back on the highway and towards our destination and he says that his phone isnt connecting. We then see that there is a cell phone tower but it fell over. There are three big black spaceships landed in a farm field.

      The whole town is taken over by aliens. They are short and fat and look like gerbils or hamsters but are wearing military gear. Its kind of hard to take them seriously when two of them come up to the truck as we drive into town and tell us to pull over and get out. They take us into the town hall where they have gathered all of the humans and are holding us hostage.

      My stepsister freaks out and gets into an ambulance and tries to drive away. There is an alien sniper on the steeple of a church. This one looks like a classic "alien" (skinny, gray skin, big eyes, etc) with a ray gun that shoots green blobs of plasma. Each time he shoots it he destroys like a one-foot sphere of the ambulance, leaving it molten around the edge. Most of his shots only hit the back part of the ambulance which doesn't stop it from driving but then my stepsister crashes into a fire hydrant and causes water to spray out.


      We are in the supermarket. The aliens tell us we are being taken prisoner to become slaves and we must gather food that we can eat when I become

      "Im dreaming. It's been a long time since I've been lucid."

      "Hey buddy!" One of the hamster aliens yells, pointing his rifle at me. "Lucid dreaming isn't allowed."

      Initially I was going to beat the crap out of him, but I have resolved to not annihilate every irascible dream character with powers. Instead I reach into my pocket. He tensed up and thought I was reaching for a weapon. I pulled out something that was like a business card though Im pretty sure it was blank and showed it to him.

      "I have my lucid dreaming pass."

      "Oh, ok then." And he walked away.

      The fortunate thing is most dream characters dumb enough to attack a lucid dreamer are also dumb enough to fall for things like that. I tried a teleportation spell several times and had no luck so I decide to look for Manei. I call her name and one of the people in the supermarket comes up to me. She chides me for being unable to recognize her, but in this form she is much shorter and wearing an odd outfit that looks like a medieval bard with a lute and axe and stuff. She changes to her default form.

      We go back outside where the gray alien is talking to two of the hamster aliens. The gray jumps up and down and screeches.

      "Theres no such thing as a lucid dreaming pass you idiot! Kill them! Kill them right now!"

      The gray alien is supposed to be their commander but he sounds and acts more like a tantruming toddler.

      So after 10+ years of dealing with Manei I have finally figured out how I can get her to fly. Ive tried carrying her but that is logistically complicated considering I tend to fly by projecting fire jets from my hands and feet. Ive gotten really good at this over the years and its become a common schema. I still have problems sometimes getting enough thrust to get significant altitude or speed when i want. If I don't have all four limbs free to vector my direction of travel I tend to do a lot of crashing or flying out of control. But I intuitively discovered that by holding her hand I can somehow share the ability to project fire jets to her. Then as long as we can stay in "formation" we can fly much more conveniently.

      We lift off. No real trouble with thrust or gaining altitude. Which has been an issue the past few years considering how out of practice i've been with this stuff. The aliens try to shoot at us but their aim is actually egregious. The gray alien screams again

      "Shoot them! You have stormtrooper aim, you idiot hamsters!"


      We are flying for awhile when the flying cut out. Ive had issues where it gradually putters out but this time it just immediately shut down for both of us. I grabbed onto her and landed on my back, even though I we weren't flying very high and I have seen her survive far worse than a fifty-foot fall into grass. To be completely fair I dont think the aliens were much of a threat once I became lucid, but it was better to not be distracted by them. When we land she begins sharing a power with me to walk across water as we have landed in next to a remote pond. When we get to the shore we see a long bridge in the sky. Its some kind of highly advanced mag-lev train system.

      "You must be really out of practice if you can't teleport."

      "What are you talking about? I was never good at it to begin with. Most of the time I would just end up waking myself up."

      --we did discuss more after this but it turned into a highly personal discussion. I woke up not long after.--
    15. An Existential Discussion with Myself

      by , 03-31-2022 at 03:08 AM (Lucid Time!)
      I'm visiting Puerto Rico with Manei. We have traveled there by way of a chrome propeller plane, it looked like a world war 2 bomber. The San Juan area also looked notably more compact and less developed than I ever remember it being. The largest roads in the city are two lane asphalt and there is almost a complete lack of high rises with most buildings still looking fairly traditional. The airport was a single runway and a couple of hangars, no proper terminal.

      She seemed to have handled most of the travel arrangements. She has us in a teal and red vintage car (all of the cars looked vintage to be honest). We drive for awhile and experience some pretty ragged time dilation. But at some point while driving she asks for the map and I bring it up on my phone. Barring the tech level and general tone of the dream my "phone" is an obelisk of pure glass able to project advanced holograms, and near instantly load our navigation with voice commands. It projects a hologram onto the windshield that helps us navigate. But when we get close to the house she tells me to put it away and not let anyone see it, as other people cant know we have advanced technology.

      The dream properly begins when we arrive at an orange stucco building with white slatted windows built along the beach. It is nighttime now but I can still see the building clearly as there is a streetlight built into a palm tree that illuminates the dream. The building is built into a hillside and we enter through like a utility door which takes us through a basement like space. There is a storeroom full of lumber, metal, bags of cement, piping, and boxes and boxes of raw materials, fittings and other construction materials. This then transitions into a robust workshop with several benches, shelves upon shelves of tools and some larger machining equipment like drill presses. Everything has a heavily worn appearance to it; well loved and well used. We then pass through into a large utility room with a generator, water heaters, electrical boxes, and a big gear shaped door. It looks like a fallout vault. Eventually we go up a fire escape into a laundry room.

      Manei then meets an older woman with graying hair who upon seeing her runs up and hugs her. They have a long dialogue which was in really minced-up rapidfire spanish that I can't recreate having not studied the language since high school. All I remember was that Manei referenced the woman as her "Abuela" in one instance and then her great aunt. I think Abuela was actually supposed to be her name. But at the same time the general gyst of the conversation was "Translated"

      Abuela: "Manei! Welcome back!"

      Manei: "High great aunt Abuela"

      Abuela: "Jesus maria jose you've gotten tall... look at you."

      Manei: "Can we stay here for free or do we have to pay to use the resort?"

      Abuela: "You and your friend are always welcome here. Provided you eat my brown rice and shrimp."

      Manei: "That sounds delicious, maybe tomorrow night. Can we use Marcus here."

      Abuela: "Bah, I dont care. Just don't let the other guests see you. They're all sleeping right now."

      I took Marcus out from a leather briefcase. He's been a little metal robot ball for years now. When I turn him on he seems pretty unhappy about the smell of the clothes in the suitcase. Abuela offers to do our laundry for free. She takes a lot of pride in doing laundry and actually enjoys it. I take the crystal smartphone too. Manei and I head down to the beach and the immersion in the dream is really cranked to 11. The sound of the waves, the warmth of the breeze and the hiss it makes as it passes through the palms, the moonlight reflecting on the ocean. Its all so detailed and realistic. I goof around with the dream for a few moments, picking up a large seashell and running my fingers through the sand. I feel the ocean water and wiggle my toes in the sand. I just become so enamored in the detail of the dream and thinking about how weird it is that its all a construct of the mind.

      "Theres more interesting things here than sand and saltwater." Manei said, squeezing my shoulder. We sat down and looked at the milky way.

      This was where the discussion happened.

      "I just want to meditate, none of this tomfoolery."

      She seemed disappointed. This was there the dream transitioned. I was still very much asleep but everything seemed to melt away. The clarity very quickly degraded. I was still very much asleep, but any visual of the dream was gone and the audio was more of a mishmash of inner voices. I could sense Manei was disappointed. She wanted to do something fun.

      Me: "Theres no sense in goofing around anymore. Our meetings are so few, so far between and so fleeting. Regardless of whether I practice or not the results seem the same. It's been over a decade now since I started this journey. Im going to get old by the time we make real progress. I want to get to know you but when its only for a few moments here and there... seemingly only often enough to just tease and tantalize me with another reality. One so immensely better than the one I spend so much time inhabiting. Its maddening, I would have preferred to never know this peace at all rather than see it only to have it so consistently ripped away."

      Marcus: "So you would rather spend what little dream you have lamenting this fact rather than enjoying it? Illogical."

      Manei: "Then tell me what would be enough for you? To become lucid every night? To spend hours here. You would always greedily desire more. You run the risk of becoming lost, losing sight of the reality you truly inhabit. This is merely a vision, perhaps what you might experience in your afterlife. Your next life. However you want to view it."

      Marcus' tone was cold and robotic. Manei started out with a stern anger but relapsed into understanding.

      Me: "So you mean to tell me this is out of my control? Even my own mind is not mine to command. There is no architecture or technique with which to circumvent this limitation, and I am so assured in that fact that I am now telling it to myself. It is so ingrained into my mind that I will never be able to convince myself otherwise."

      Marcus: "Would you prefer to wind up like me? A mind that has done away with emotion. Something approximating regret still plagues me for doing so."

      Manei: "I'm sorry to say this but your discipline lacks in that regard. I cant trust that you wouldn't neglect the waking world."

      Me: "I'm going to neglect the waking world either way. I've told you many stories of how cruel the people of wakingworld are. Wars, greed, disease-"

      Manei: "And yet you come here so often bringing violence."

      Me: "True. A Majority of my tenure in these dreams has been as an agent of violence. Regrettably so. I must confess I have developed a disdain for many of my human vices. The marching of time on my body, emotions and feelings that surge through me uncontrollably, and my insatiable desire to desire some things that I will never have. Through those countless acts of violence I have expressed my frustration with this worlds' many predicaments."

      Manei: "But those feelings and experiences are part of the human experience."

      Me: "You say that like the human experience is good because it is the default. Nobody said being a soul trapped in a prison of flesh and bone was some fundamentally amazing thing."

      Manei: "But I'm a human. And I choose to enjoy living, every moment of it. Even the difficult parts."

      Me: "But are you? Many times you have proven yourself supernatural... your physical avatar within the dreamworld. Do I count you as human as some component of me? Do I count you as human because you as you claimed were once a girl who lived in California, in some parallel earth. A parallel earth that seemed more free from the vices and failings of the one I inhabit, but still one in which you passed from terrible degenerative disease scarcely after reaching adulthood? Are you an avatar of God? Are you an angel? I can never know because there are so many lies and illusions and my experience of this universe so linear and fleeting."

      Manei: "I can't make you believe anything either way. It's kind of complicated."

      Me: "I'm not a fan of "its complicated" as a way of dodging the question."

      Manei was visibly annoyed. I can see why she doesn't like putting up with me. "You see your reality is how you view it. If you think I am a real spiritual entity then thats what I am. if you think Im just a part of your brain, then thats what I am."

      Marcus: "I can make him believe. From the wheel to the spinning wheel to the printing press. To the mushroom bomb, the figure-eight DNA and the three-two-two hyperdrive; humanity will march on. But we will always search for purpose and answers. You are but one speck in that. You have lived after four of the six milestones were met. If you live long enough to see the fifth then you will live long enough to see the sixth because you will be able to live forever then. Each of these milestones is not just the humans technology but alters their perspective on the universe. Then come the time of great questioning, when we go to the center of the galaxy and do the final test, and ask what the point of it all is and get all the answers from god or the universe or whatever you want to call it. So if you see the matrix be made and the events play out come contact me and tell me that you believe, because it is coming. if it does not get made soon your timeline is doomed and it doesn't matter anyways."

      Manei: "Are you only a cynic because of what you think other people believe and think they will judge you? There are so many people on your earth believing in undercooked religions that are all only half-right. A real sign of your maturity, that one. At least you take my lessons to heart and ask questions even if they are sometimes annoying ones that I dont want to hear."

      I lost the dream at this point either had a nighttime awakening, NREM or just forgot the rest of the conversation.
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