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    1. Winter Comp Night 6: Dysphoria

      by , Yesterday 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 Yesterday at 10:42 PM by 53527

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    2. Winter Comp Night 3: Jupiter Descending

      by , 12-04-2022 at 08:45 PM (Lucid Time!)
      Night 2 was a total bust. I've been ill but I'm getting better now so hopefully I can start pulling out some actual lucid dreams for this comp soon.

      The dream was presented as a third person view of a space probe sent to land on jupiter. The probe entered orbit of the planet and dropped a lander with a heat shield. I remember having the presence of mind to think that "you cant land on jupiter, it's a gas giant!" but this didn't influence the course of the dream. The lander falls through the upper atmosphere and deploys a parachute at which point it begins to drift slowly downwards through layer after layer of clouds. The probe is a spherically shaped metal with eight green blinking lights that protrude from it as though they are corners of a cube.

      The probe descends through the lowest layers where the clouds are illuminated by narrow bands of sunlight, it is almost pitch black. Then into another layer where things are illuminated only by flashes of lightning and there are huge tornadoes between the upper and lower cloud deck like columns. Then several more layers where it is too dark to see. Eventually it lands on the surface, which is made out of some type of crystals or ice granules with a light blue or grayish coloration. The dream narrator which has been describing technical details about the space probe including how it is able to survive the pressure and temperature changes exalts success.

      I begin to think how cool it would be to go to a gas giant in a lucid dream and explore the surface. I then find that I am no longer an observer and have my body in first person and question how I am able to be here seemingly wearing nothing but shorts and a shirt. But there wasn't a conscious acknowledgement of the dream state. I start to wonder how this came to be and I wake up.


      -+-

      There was another convoluted yet boring and lengthy dream about driving. I am visiting my father who lives in a large house in a very flat farm field with a big garage. At some point I swerve off the road while getting on the freeway, though there is no damage to the car, it is still very stressful.

      There is also a point where I stopped at a gas station/convenience store and went inside. They have a large supermarket freezer holding drinks typical of such places. But as I walk around it I notice it gets bigger. The glass doors on the freezer are three or four meters tall and there are huge shelving units holding giant sized food items, specifically refrigerated/frozen pizzas that are more than a meter across. I decide I want a bottle of nesquik chocolate milk but it disappears in my hand.


      -+-

      I am jogging along my old route in my old neighborhood. A snake is chasing me, it looks like a cobra. It hisses and bears its fangs. I continue running but it is slithering rather fast. I stop and opt to stomp on it to kill it. I tense myself and ready. It lunges at me and I jump in the air over it, stomping on its just behind the head with my right foot. The sudden motion carries into my waking body and I kick in bed and wake myself up.

      -+-

      A dream having something to do with ATLA. It was a directors commentary with mike and brian and some alternative scenes. Apparently it was an alternate timeline of the show. Aang and Katara were already a couple and they looked to be older, late teens. They met in a red room with fire nation trappings and were kissing a lot and talking about how they wanted to get married. It was then revealed that they built their house on the back of the lion turtle.

      Updated 12-04-2022 at 09:40 PM by 53527

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    3. Winter Comp Night 1

      by , 12-02-2022 at 04:14 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I woke up around 3am and was up for about an hour, it was a natural awakening. Though I am sick and my sleep schedule is whacked up. I was up and about for a bit and intended to do a WBTB, as I've had success with that in the past. No dice. Some non-lucid dreams though.

      I had a false awakening which led into a dream of my dad and grandfather driving me to work with me in the backseat. I stop at work briefly and speak with my supervisor before getting back in the car. They tell me that they intended to take me to the hospital and not work and that they were just there such that I could tell my supervisor face to face. The dream went on for quite awhile, though it mostly consisted of fairly idle chatter and riding in the backseat of a car through uninteresting areas.

      Another brief awakening.

      Seperate dream. I was at the doctors office. It felt like the office that I would usually go to but the room was larger and seemed darker. The doctor told me that I was "147" but didn't reference what the number was (weight, blood pressure or some other medical score). She seemed irritated and disappointed with me and then left the room and I was left alone.

      I remember a feeling of deep depression hit me. I wasn't properly lucid, it was at best described as layer 0 lucidity, in that I was vaguely aware that something was off but didn't properly recognize the dream state. (I won't be counting it as lucid for the purposes of the competition) The unseen dream director or whatever you might call it was pushing for this particular emotion but I was aware that some 'external' force was pushing me to that emotion and I became frustrated and fought back against it. I became very angry to the point that I woke myself up.


      2NLDs=2pts
      1WBTB=2pts
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      non-lucid
    4. Random NLDs

      by , 12-01-2022 at 11:39 AM (Lucid Time!)
      Okay I thought this was the first day of the winter comp so I wrote up all my nonlucids. I actually came down with a... well i sick.

      There is some kind of war going on an I have been drafted into the air force. I am flying in the rear seat of an A-10 warthog. (Which google says is a single-seat aircraft, though the dream made it very clear that it was this specific model of aircraft) as a gunner/ewar officer. We get shot by a missile though the pilot in front (a woman with curly red-orange hair and freckles) says we still have partial power to one engine and manages to land us on a long stretch of road rather than having us eject.

      We then land. This looks like the road that I use to drive home from work and we are facing in the same direction. There is some damage to some buildings like cracked windows or bullet holes and very few people and cars but despite the war theme of the dream things seem relatively normal. She wants to get back to base with our damaged aircraft even though it is many miles away, and we begin to taxi along the road as though we are a car. Though with our wingspan we take up the whole road and go own the middle.

      Eventually we come to some stuck traffic and our commander (who also wants to recover our aircraft) says we have permission to shoot the cars on the road to clear the way. Neither me nor the pilot have any issue with this so I begin shooting cars with our missiles. We only have four missiles and when we run out I start using the autocannon each time we come across cars blocking our aircraft.

      Eventually the landing gear breaks on a pothole and we are forced to get out. The commander concedes that we will not be able to get the aircraft back to base so me and the pilot decide to get out.

      There is what sort of looks submarine beached in the middle of a farm field. It is broken in half and laying in pieces with smoke and flames coming out. We contact our commander to ask him why there is a submarine in the middle of a farm field and he explains that it was actually an experimental stealth spaceship carrying nuclear ICBMs that fell out of orbit when the battle began. He says that we need to scuttle the wreckage using one of the nukes. I go get close to it and find the nuclear warhead laying on the ground. It looks like a black cone like the warhead of an ICBM but I notice it appears to be damaged and I start to feel sick. I try quickly to set it on a timer using a small control panel but the thing is completely broken, so I run away from it and hide behind a brick wall in a collapsed barn/warehouse. I tell the commander that there is only one nuke and it is leaking radiation and that I might get radiation sickness. He pauses for a moment and then says he will have a helicopter come and bomb the spaceship wreck along with destroy our plane and recover us, and that we need to fall back because there is a whole platoon of enemy ground troops advancing in our area of the battlefield.


      -+-

      I am visiting Erid (project hail mary). Though I am able to walk around on the planet with no space suit and no real problem, though everything is very dim and I carry with me a powerful ball shaped lantern that lets me see in all directions. I meet Adrian (Rocky's mate, who was mentioned in the book but never shown). They are an Eridian fighter/boxer of some sort. About 50% bigger than Rocky with a thick almost spherical body rather than a more flat one. Their arms are thick and have spikes near the joints and the 'fingers' have a narrow sort of "blade" growing out of the tip made out of a whiteish material.

      Despite this menacing appearance and presence Adrian is very friendly and excited to tell about their career as a fighter.


      -+-

      There was something to do with the master cheif from halo.
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    5. Save it for the comp

      by , 11-30-2022 at 11:11 AM (Lucid Time!)
      I was in my old neighborhood at night coming up the hill I used to run. It is warm as though it is late spring or early autumn and the last of twilight is just fading away. I become fully lucid and begin to fly. It doesn't seem to be my usual flying but rather a slow sort of swimming through the air that never gets me more than a few meters off the ground.

      I tell myself that there will be a means or indication to stabilize the dream. I see a tree with dreamcatchers hanging from the branches. I take one off and loop it around my neck which increases the clarity. I then land, deciding that I want to convert the dream to daytime. I set down, no longer flying.

      I then reach up for the sky. I really start to question my method of dream control here, recalling something from the robert waggoner book about thinking of the dream as a mental space rather than a physical space. But I still want to use a physical method of dream control. I begin pawing vaguely at the night sky, rotating the moon and stars along with it. I rotate the entire planet 360 degrees with a few pawing motions until the moon rises and is roughly in the same spot. No sun. I then remember that I should probably rotate the earth east-west. I try rotating to the west one or two swipes and the sun appears, though it is in the northern sky, roughly where polaris would be.

      Neil deGrasse Tyson appears and says "Damn it we almost had the three-body problem solved and you hippies had to come and screw it up!"
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      non-lucid
    6. Semi-Lucid on accident

      by , 10-19-2022 at 12:59 AM (Lucid Time!)
      I was in a dream location that felt something like the front of my old subdivision. There is no road leading into it though, just a grass clearing through trees where the road should be and maybe a paved walking path. I am walking around in the woods non-lucid collecting sets of glittering silver feathered wings. They flap slowly while remaining stationary in the air and sparkle while colorful wisps of glowing energy circle around them. I am collecting them as they are "elytra" or something. Items which are supposed to help with in-dream flight but also a reference to the dreamviews practice of getting "wings" for completing tasks.

      I become semi lucid and set out to do a task. I have two tasks, one of them is a falsely-remembered DV task to seek out a nightmare and confront it. The other is (for whatever reason) to try and find DawnEye11 and ask her why she left DV. I fly to the front yard of my old house though this location is not an exact replica. It is much bigger and there are more plants in it. I ask the dream to show me a nightmare and it shows me a strange version of Toothless from HTTYD. Though he continuously gets more and more eyes and his body and posture become larger and more menacing. Even in its deformed state the creature still looks cute and harmless but I in my semi-lucid state decided to punch it anyway (old habits die hard, I guess). I remember i uppercut the beast on its jaw in a very cartoony fashion.

      I then had a false awakening where i gleefully woke up and reported my "lucid" findings to dreamviews. DawnEye11 came back on the site. She showed me a comic about Jak's past, apparently shed had a semi-shared dreaming experience with my. In it the monster that i had just fought ended up seriously wounding him by cutting his stomach open. He, Jak, was depicted laying on a hospital bed with his father next to him. I thought it weird as she did not seem like the kind of person to draw a gorey scene, and though it was drawn in what sort of looked like her art style it had only flat colors and most of the gore was replaced with spaghetti with meat sauce and parmesan cheese. Though I think there was an actual intestine in there.
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      non-lucid
    7. 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.
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      lucid , non-lucid
    8. 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.
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      lucid , non-lucid
    9. 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.
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      lucid , non-lucid , nightmare
    10. Dream Drop: Random Semi Lucids

      by , 01-12-2021 at 05:07 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I am outside this large estate. It's owned by this man who looks like Sherlock Holmes and a large group of servants, friends and family members. I have trespassed on his property or owe him some kind of debt and the only way that I can repay it is to hunt and kill the bear that lives on his property. The property he lives on is very expansive and very detailed for a dreamworld, consisting of rolling open fields and dense clusters of trees with the occasional pond or river running through. Gravel trails and roads cut around his property and his wealthy friends and family ride around on little cars like golf carts.

      Regardless my only weapon in the hunt for the bear is a stack of cheese slices. I tried eating some of them but they didn't have any flavor but they were supposed to be my weapon. So I tried very carefully breaking them into the shape of throwing stars instead. I heard something rustling a nearby bush and watched as a large form rushing behind another bush. I started to back away but the "bear" came out. This is the only sequence of the dream that I remember clearly.

      It turns out the bear was actually this mike tyson looking fellow with an abnormally large and muscular body and small (average sized) head who was about 8-9 feet tall, and was wearing studded armbands and a fur kilt like a barbarian. It didn't seem to be a play on "bear" as a body type as he had hairless washboard abs and a lot of rather lean muscle. He begins charging me. I throw my cheese slice thorwing stars and they are about as comically ineffective as it would be in real life.

      When he gets close he assumes a boxing stance and throws a punch. I pull back. He throws another, and I block it. He's strong but he doesn't have that terrifying strength where simply blocking with my arm breaks it or even hurts that much. But I still want to be careful. He swings at me again and I pull back a ways then start charging him, jump in the air and try to kick him in the face and he ducks out of the way. I pass over him and pull back, primed to kick again. I throw a feint and then an actual kick, connecting to the side of his body which stuns him. He cries uncle and I relent.

      The guy then explains to me that he's been trapped on this guy's property and been forced to hunt down people he doesn't like for his amusement. I argue that together we should be able to storm his mansion and bring him to justice, but he doesn't seem interested in revenge. Instead he shifts the conversation to be about his feelings and in turn the mike tyson character turned out to be this big softie.


      -+-

      Something to do with being in Toronto and there was a green Sharknado with mutant sharks inside of it and lightning. I was at least semi lucid and making note of how detailed the destruction caused by the tornado in the dream was.

      -+-

      Something to do with being in Florida with my father and some other assorted family members vacationing.

      -+-

      I got lucid and started flying through space at massively FTL speeds, arriving in a binary star system and landing on the moon of a gas giant where I meet Marcus. The planet has purple skies and lakes and large rock towers and mesas scattered about. The vegetation comprised of tall palm trees with paddle like leaves and small grass with nodules on the end. The plants all have jet black leaves with an odd oily sheen to them when viewed from certain angles can look like a dark bluish green or reddish purple.

      An alien lifeform approaches me. Its body is slightly larger than a human head, and looks something like an exposed brain but made of a hard material like bone. It has 3 compound eyes in an inverted triangle and two long limbs with hands hanging below its body, and two shorter limbs which also have hands. On the sides of its body are dark purple fleshy organs, two to each side and an organ that beats very rapidly like a heart. There is a bioluminescent patterning across its body which is very visible in the dim light of the forest.

      Marcus is there, in his robotic form, and explains that these are member of an alien race that we would call the Ta'grool. He goes on to explain that they have the levels of intelligence and societal development of early humans. The organ on the side stops beating so rapidly and the creature lands, using its longer set of limbs to stand.

      Marcus goes on to explain that on this planet, many creatures have evolved an organ which functions as a lung, heart, and thruster system, and that is how these aliens are able to fly. (He gave this organ a name but I don't remember it). He explained how rings of muscle create a pumping action that forces air through the organ fast enough to create some measure of thrust. Enough that a lighter creature can hover for a short time. Since the organ also functions as their heart and lung it feeds oxygen through rapidly to sustain this intensive activity, and the oxygen doesn't have to travel far to get to the muscles which do the pumping.

      I asked him why he was introducing me to this alien. He returns simply by responding how life is fascinating to him.
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      non-lucid , lucid
    11. Lust, Ink and Answers

      by , 10-08-2020 at 01:40 PM (Lucid Time!)
      Spoiler for NSFW Sex:


      -+-

      In dream I was at work and I had a small tattoo on my left arm. In dark blue ink I had a dreamcatcher on my bicep and it was wrapped in plastic wrap. I couldn't remember why I had gotten it or how I had made it through (IRL I'm terrified of needles) but nevertheless I was showing it off.

      -+-

      Manei and I met in what seemed like a restaurant kitchen. She is telling me about a date she went on that went badly, that she saw some guy and he didn't like her. I don't remember her exact dialogue but she complained that the guy kept telling her she was too tall and looked too skinny from the side.

      "First of all, that sounds really shallow. Second of all, this is a lucid dream, can't you look however you want?"

      "Well of course I could. How one wants to express their truest self in a [plane of existence where such things are malleable, (this part was in dreamspeak and didn't translate, as is everything else in this convo in brackets)] is a form of self expression that nobody should deny or try to change, ever. If someone doesn't love you for who you really are then that's their problem not yours. I mean having an opinion is one thing but you shouldn't be a dick about it. But he didn't think that and thats why I didn't agree to a second date."

      We left the kitchen and were at a fancy beachside resort at twilight. It had a tall hotel tower with a lot of balconies and large pool. There was a long sidewalk with dwarf palm trees on both sides leading out onto the beach. There were two suns, one smaller than the other and the big ringed Saturn planet so this must have been that dream planet. She asked me how my 'date' went and for some reason implied the earlier dream.

      "Well it wasn't much of a date, not much emotional bonding." I said openly sharing the memories of the prior dream. "The guy finished in about 5 seconds, and he was wearing spongebob underwear."

      She abruptly changes the subject. We sit down together in a large net hammock.

      "I was born in [Either Hawaii or Southern California on some other timeline, so don't bother looking for me in records]. I got sick when I was about 12, and died when I was about 18 or 20. I never got to go out and meet people and fall in love. Even when I was at the end, when I so weak could barely move, the doctors would bring me out in a wheelchair or a bed to watch the sunrise in the beach and would tell me that I was smiling. When I passed the higher ups gave me a lot of choices since I had a short life and didn't get a chance to do what I wanted. I chose to do this, to live on as a fragment of someone else. Its one of the few ways I could keep my individuality and most of my memories."

      "You know I can't truly believe that. It's hard to believe you're anything but a fragment of my own consciousness trying to justify its reason for existence."

      "Science and physics as you know them does not explain everything, you know that. Its intentional, the higher ups intentionally constructed your plane of existence that way. They wanted it to be so convoluted and difficult to comprehend that humans wouldn't bother to try but yet you try anyways. Right now I think humans of your earth are close to some big breakthrough but the Higher ups aren't ready for you to make it yet, thats why they put that virus in there, to distract you."

      "Here's the part I never understood. Why would god or the higher ups or whatever hide his true presence?"

      "They told me but I can't comprehend or understand either. [Think like what Marcus said. The difference between a monkey and a human. Their cells and bodies are 99% the same but that 1% is the difference between a monkey that can break a nut with a rock and a human that can build a spaceship that flies to the moon.

      The Higher ups are like just a few more percent, because to them we are monkeys looking up at the moon and not even understand it as a place you can go. Try as a might you cannot explain to a monkey how a rocket or particle accelerator works or the complex political and scientific reasons you want to build them. The monkey will just ask why you didn't spend that time getting food or having sex. Your motivations are so complex compared to them that they might as well be nonsense. Sometimes its seems like they are hurting you causing disasters and pain and killing humans. When someone who is Cristian says "the lord works in mysterious ways" they are not just trying to make an excuse why bad things happen when their god should be watching over and protecting them. Well... sometimes they are, but what they really mean to say is this.

      You can not believe anything else I ever tell you but please believe this. Those higher beings are out there, you can call them aliens or gods or visitors from other universes; they don't really care what we call them but they exist.]


      "Okay." I respond. I can tell the dream is destabilizing and I put my arm around her shoulder, feeling how solid it is. "Daymn, gurl. Your shoulder feels like steel." I say, completely shifting the tone of the conversation. She laughs and despite my attempts to stabilize the dream fades out.
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      lucid , non-lucid
    12. Video Project, Diary Leaks, Xenomorph in the Basement

      by , 10-05-2020 at 12:33 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I am assigned a project in a class in high school or college. For the project I am assigned to make a TV show in one weekend though it doesn't have to be high quality. Everything has all the hallmarks of very ammeter filmmaking. I pick out a few classmates. One is this korean girl, another looks like Jak and another is this elderly woman with one eye sticking out who looks like an old witch or shaman. (She actually looked like a character from a recent chapter of my book.) We get to talking and decide we decide to make a cop show, and I'm going to be a filmer/cameraman and everyone else will play characters.

      Episode 1:

      We get some policeman costumes, buy a box of doughnuts and ask actual police officers to film outside the station. Idr what happened here but Jak and another boy who had joined the project were sitting outside eating doughnuts and talking about a recent crime. The scene ended on a dick joke.

      Episode 2:

      The Korean girl is filming a scene where she is a private investigator hacking a companies' computers for signs of corruption. This was her scene idea and its super tropey (black hoodie, dark room, eating cheetos, like five monitors and her saying "I'm in" after typing on a keyboard super fast for like thirty seconds.). We spent a lot of time getting things set up the way she wanted it.

      Episode 3:

      Some kind of murder mystery and me (who was normally the director/filmer) got to guest star as the filmer. We filmed on my phone which we taped to the ceiling and applied a filter to make it look like security camera and Jak wearing a robber mask shot me with a nerf gun. Then cut to the old witch woman wearing a sherlock holmes outfit looking at me pretending to know forensics and me laying on the floor in a puddle of ketchup. (IIRC she just looked old but was actually a teenager)

      Episode 4:

      We went from a cop show to a cooking show. I was in the classroom where the dream started but it was now a kitchen, washing a big silver bowl and talking about what food I was going to make.


      ...

      Someone found one of my old sketchbooks. They proceeded to publish all of the worst/most awkward or embarrassing things out of it online and make a detailed wiki more or less with the intention of slander. (Though they were supposedly some kind of semi legitimate media outlet they were clearly doing it just for story.) They constructed a detailed report about my characters and stories obviously cherrypicking specific scenes and lines of dialogue out of context in an effort to make me appear racist and bigoted. I remember seeing a drawing I made of myself as a cowboy shooting someone (that I actually made IRL, in like the 5th grade) and him saying that because of that drawing I was a school shooter. Then another drawing of dream characters where the article went on to say I was bad at drawing faces and had psychological problems because I associated with dream character. (This drawing was not one I made irl)

      I then ended up running into the head writer in a wal-mart parking lot at night and asked him why he did it. I told him if he didn't write an article telling the truth and admitting that he just did it for story, and post it on his website with a video of him and his writers apologizing that I would try and sue. He just laughed at me so I went to wal-mart and bought a sledgehammer and took it to his yellow Bentley. When he came back with his friends started crying saying it was a gift from his father who died. Obviously I didn't care cause the guy was an asshole.


      ...

      I was in the basement of my old house playing video games with a friend (IDR which friend if it was an IRL one or an OTD one). He was playing halo and got attacked by a xenomoprh came out and jump scared him then killed him in game. Then it broke through the glass of the TV and came out in real life, and started eating him. I wasn't particularly scared in spite of it being a gory scene but I still ran upstairs and tried to get outside. I ran past my father who was confused and seeing him caused me to become lucid.

      I was still running and a quick glance over my shoulder showed me the xeno coming out the door and it had killed my father. Now lucid, I saw a useless construction in the middle of the yard. It was like a big ramp and set of walls made out of random scrap plywood and 2x4s and stuff. I affirmed that when I got around it there would be something to help me fight back. When I did I found it was an open suit of power armor and a railgun rifle. (It looked just like one I currently have in my WIP drawing folder) I got inside and all the panels closed sealing me in. I could still see normally but I had a HUD now with a radar and health bar like you do in Halo. Movement felt slightly sluggish but very strong.

      The Xenomorph caught up with me and tried to kill me by vomiting dark green acid on me. The HUD gave me a warning saying not to exit due to chemical hazard but said that the armor was made of nonreactive metal and acid resistant and the threat level was "low". The xenomorph tried to stab me with a scythe appendage but it just deflected off the armor; though it pushed me back some. I punched it back, which seemed to crack parts of its exoskeleton and hurt it pretty badly, causing it to bleed more acid. I then managed to grab hold of its tounge thingy (the little inside mouth thingy xenomorphs have) and pull it out. As the monster recoiled I picked up the railgun rifle and pulled the trigger.

      Nobody told me that thing was fully automatic with a machinegun-like rate of fire. One short burst and shots rang out on streaks of plasma with very noticeable recoil that I could feel right through the armor. The volley turned the alien to a puddle of green goo and black chunks and well as flattening the neighbor's house and four or fire cars completely.
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      lucid , non-lucid
    13. Concerts, Demon Pigs, Samurai Jack (Dream Drop)

      by , 09-26-2020 at 01:29 AM (Lucid Time!)
      Some of these dreams are very old May 2017 it says. But I don't know why they've never been published. I'm lopping them in with some more recent stuff.

      I was at a rave. Infected Mushroom is on stage but we're also supposed to be seeing Shpongle and some other group that I know was a group that was original to the dream and not one that actually exists in waking life. They are playing part of the track Dancing with Kadafi but with a more modernized sound to it for a bit but then go into this portion that sounds more breakbeat and then onto what I think was a led Zepplin song.

      Manei and S were there. The song stopped and Amit said that it would be a ten minute intermission. I turned to Manei and S and said "That means there will be another hour and a half set, so let's stay here even if that means we'll be up until one in the morning." S said he was bored and that he would take the car home by himself and I didn't care in my semi lucid state. Amit then started taking questions from the audience and some girl in goth makeup and a black tank top raised her hand and asked something about the drums. This ended in her going onto stage attempting to demonstrate something and playing a really poor drum solo.

      Erez said that it was good but just needed a few refinements, but the girl was really embarrassed and started crying causing her makeup to bleed. I got bored and we walked back into the front room of the music theatre we were in. They were selling merchandise and food out of a store that was like a small convenience store. Manei wanted to buy something but I told her not to because it would cost too much.

      -+-

      I had a false awakening. My mom explained to me about how she read one of those creepypastas about how to preform a ritual. She said that his one allowed you to summon the grim reaper and you had a small chance to learn about the cause or the date of your death, and an even more slim chance to alter the date and cause of death by greeting the grim reaper as a friend.

      The ritual was easy. You wake up at midnight and light a candle and stare into it repeating a mantra about death. You have to feel for how many times you think is right to repeat your mantra and not lose track. Then you blow out the candle and get into bed and the grim reaper should walk into your room. I told my mom she was full of bologna and told her I would prove it to her by trying the ritual.

      I did. I got into bed and heard something outside the door and saw this big black boar walk into my room. It was so large that it broke the doorframe as it squeezed its belly through. It had a car engine or some type of machinery very similar to one imbedded into its body and there were mechanical cylinders moving in and out of metal-framed holes along its spine and belching clouds of black toxic smoke. It emanated fear as some people describe monsters and nightmares but I could tell that it was not the grim reaper. The ritual advised that if something other than the grim reaper is summoned, you should keep a religious artifact handy to banish it. I was semi lucid to the point where I recognized it was not a demon, but a nightmare. I reached under my covers and felt around until I found a dreamcatcher and held it up to the boar like a crucifix. It made a squealing sound and turned and ran out of my room.

      I pondered how I would explain the damaged door frame to my parents and lost the dream.

      -+-

      Manei was trapped in an underground compound and working to escape. The situation was something like that of a video game and it required that she spend days navigating labyrinthine underground passages making her way towards the surface and outrunning her captors. In the dream she is wearing an indiana jones costume, and using my variation of my bow.

      At one point she enters a portion of the passages that looks like my house. I am able to alert her that an enemy is approaching and she shoots him in the knee with an arrow to keep him from moving.

      -+-

      I am in my Art History professor's office to talk about my grades. I see that I have gotten an 83% on my exam and realize I don't have to.

      -+-

      I am involved in an absolutely massive space battle taking place above a cratered planet. The scene seems somewhat reminiscent of the first scene from Revenge of the Sith. I am flying alongside two other dream characters in small fighters. We weave our way through the battle, but our squad gets shot at by a dagger-shaped enemy warship and of the person on my left gets shot down.

      The scene ends with us landing in the hangar of the enemy flagship and the dream scene changes to a farm field. Some enemy troops still exist even though the hangar scene is phasing out. The other person who was in my squad who was still alive gets out; he is the Scotsman from Samurai Jack. He used his machinegun leg to kill the guards and the scene completed its transition to a farm.

      I asked him how he came to exist in the real world and he said that he was actually just the voice actor of the character; but that wasn't what I was expecting to hear. I was more curious as to how a 2D animated character became superimposed on a realistic 3D world. He turned sideways and was paper thin and I thought it was funny.

      He then said something about "that damn rabbit" and I turned to see a trap he had set up on the farm with an old rifle pointing at a rabbit eating some crops in the field. He said that he thought the trap had not worked because the gun was too old but I suggested that it might be because he left the trap out in the rain and the gunpowder got wet.


      More Recent Stuff

      I'm driving in an OTD town. There is a gas station next to an old fashioned abandoned brick building and I am trying to put gas into my car. The gas nozzle is like a hexagon shape rather than a round pipe and so is the port/gas cap on my car and its annoying because I have to fit the hexagonal nozzle into the hexagonal pipe on my car. In the dream I am very tired and don't want to fuss around with unnecessary inconveniences like this. I then notice that the gas I am about to put in my car is diesel, e85 or something that my car won't take and get really frustrated. Without pumping anything I go to another gas station across the road. I get lucid and then get even more frustrated when I feel tired and lethargic in my dream, since the dream was happening during a nap and I was frustrated with the fact that I was napping to feel better and then just having a dream where I felt tired.
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      non-lucid
    14. Bad Teacher

      by , 07-11-2020 at 10:46 AM (Lucid Time!)
      I am outside my old childhood house. Daytime (though the sky is more gray). Colors are dulled out the dream world feels flat, blurry, and generally low quality. I am already semi-lucid due to a gradual climb through lucidity that has happened over the course of a long dream of which I am only recalling the tail end of. I recall flying around, having some rather typical trouble with my flying powers with them being slow and very low to the ground but with some concentration, I am able to work past them. (I don't know why this is. I always seem to have these difficulties when flying now, but I always seem to be able to work past them.)

      I attempt to explain to some dream characters (this brown-haired girl who was moving boxes out of a house a few lots down from mine) that this was a lucid dream. At first she doesn't believe me but after flying in circles around her a few times; doing some loops and flying through the branches of some trees I manage to get her attention that something is off and eventually fully convince her.

      At this point, I begin explaining the nature of lucid dreaming to her in a pretty imprecise and incomplete manner. I explain the basic concepts of MILD, DILD and WILD, dream journaling, and dream stabilization. I then start demonstrating some basic dream control by summoning small items by reaching behind my back and grabbing them. I summon an apple and a bottle of some kind of alcoholic beverage that comes in this purple and blue glass bottle with crystals growing off of it and give them both to her. The dream scene transitions to a very distorted cafe/resturant enviroment where we are sitting on a large sofa and there are a lot of robots/ andriods. The lighting in the scene is very harsh; light and dark coming in through a big vertical window.

      At some point I sit down on the couch and sink into it until I fall through the floor. I look up and see the resturant enviroment above me floating in a white void with some faint clouds. (It sort of looks like in a video game when you clip out of the world and fall through the floor). I begin flying once more but wake up not long after.
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      lucid , non-lucid
    15. Unstable Dream Guide, Rocket Store

      by , 02-28-2020 at 05:18 AM (Lucid Time!)
      I am by the lake at my old house, where I become lucid simply by virtue of being there, having instilled into myself that I should reality check every time I arrive at anywhere related to my old house or the town I used to live in. It is summertime, there are numerous lush plants growing everywhere. The sky is an odd mixture of green, brown and yellow with two suns. The dream is very unstable. It feels like I'm looking down a tunnel, things feel dark and things tend to shift quite drastically if I look away from them and look back again.

      I decide to summon Manei, having missed my longtime dream guide/companion in the time that I have not been lucid dreaming. I summon her and I hear a voice saying it will take her some time to manifest into the dream and that I should please be patient. I oblige and seat myself at the edge of the water. I observe the unstable nature of the dream and am quite pessimistic about the dream remaining stable and lucid long enough for her to manifest, growing irritated at how long it is taking.

      Eventually she surfaces near the middle of the lake and swims over to me, getting out of the water. She is short, bloated and completely naked and her physical form is convulsing strangely physical features change each time I look at them, undergoing all sorts of typical dream body horror such as extra body parts or missing body parts, the specifics of which I do not recall. She explains to me that she is unstable, though I am just happy that the dream held together long enough and that she was actually able to manifest. I ask her what I can do to help her become more stable and she says that simply keeping present in the dream will allow her to rebuild stability. I agree to do this, we begin to walk and talk, but something triggers intense anger and I fly away. I remember shunting the angry energy directly downwards for propulsion.

      The dream scene transitions to the interior of my junior high, specifically one of the stairwells. The dream has distorted to where the stairwell was many stories tall (it was only two IRL). Manei and I are jumping on the stair rails and sliding down them. The assistant principal shows up, and starts to yell at us for misbehaving but being lucid, I do not care.


      ...

      I am at a store that allows one to design and build rockets. It's very reminiscent of something from a game like Kerbal Space Program in that you can buy these prefabricated pieces that just click together and there is this computer software that lets one order custom rocketry components. I also notice they sell big cylinders of styrofoam and ask about this. Apparently, it has something to do with fuel pressure.
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      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
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