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This lucid dream is from several days ago.

I was with Manei and Jack in this large mansion. The home had purple wallpaper and dark blue carpet and numerous rooms filled with expensive furniture and fine art. We were walking around looking at the fine art. Jack came across a suit of armor that was on display and started to take it off the stand and put it on. I advised against it saying we didn't know who owned the mansion and they might be upset if we try to took it. He didn't listen to me and put the armor on anyway.

This guy then showed up. He had short brown hair and a green polo shirt on though his appearance was utterly unremarkable, and his face was kind of blurry to where I couldn't make out any distinct features.

The blurry face I believe it was what triggered my lucidity. The guy then started trying to attack us. Jack (who was wearing the armor) ran in with a sword. The green shirt man grabbed his sword by the blade and broke it, before picking jack up by the throat and throwing him into a china cabinet. Manei tried to fight him next, but he grabbed her by the hair and punched her over and over in the stomach. He then turned to me. I was fully lucid at this point. I figured I could just will this character out of existence, but he had a sort of stubbornness to him, and I could not. I moved to fight him and he fought back and grabbed me by the wrist along with several punches to the face and chest.

I was surprised how much it actually hurt and I was bleeding from my mouth. The guy still had a grip on me but I somehow managed to get away. I began flying above the guy and started throwing fireballs at him. It didn't seem to affect him much but he had no answer in terms of fighting back. I continued to lob fireballs on him time and agian. I blasted him through a large oak door into a library like room causing the guy to fall into an orrery-like device with several golden rings and models of planets riding around on rails. Still showing no signs of injury or weakness I continued to throw fireballs at the guy.

There were several dream characters in the library scene who ran out of the room panicking as the fight moved into the room. At one point a stray fireball blew over several bookshelves which fell over like dominoes. I continued to throw fireballs onto this guy with increasing ferocity but was doing no damage, though the attacks continually knocked him back. Eventually I combined my red and blue flames and made a purple energy ball which I threw at him. When it hit him in the chest he exploded leaving only his legs. There were wires and metal parts sticking out where his torso had begun.

I lost the dream and woke up shortly thereafter.

Just comin here to drop off a recent lucid. Heads up body horror/graphic.

Spoiler for body horror:

I became lucid when I false awoke and saw that the toilet in my bathroom looked different; there were lots of pipes running in and out of it and into the wall. I then looked in the mirror; looking like a blend of my dream-self and waking life self, but was much younger and shorter than I am now; perhaps about 10 or 12 years old. I looked in the mirror and one eye had no pupil and I thought that was strange.

When I pulled back to examine myself I saw my skin started peeling off in places, coming apart at what looked like artificial seams. Syrupy blood began to ooze from these seams and the skin on my stomach, starting from my solar plexus down my stomach peeled away and my organs spilled out onto the floor. I've had this manner of dream before, and normally when unaware of the dreaming state, it's a very shocking and disturbing dream to have. But when aware of the dreaming reality, it's easy to dismiss as just a bizzare dream.

I tried to stop the disintegration by spinning around in the mirror and looking back at myself. It didn't work, and only seemed to progress the situation further.

I decided I would head outside and try some flying, and didn't even see a reason to bother to try and stop this. I figured in a minute or so I would 'die' and could just regenerate into a new body, or the dream would simply drop the grotesque decay of my body as I turned my attention to other things. I started to head out of the bathroom as body parts continued to fall off. My still beating heart fell out of my chest cavity but was still connected by an artery and left dangling at about knee height.

I headed downstairs and my fingers started to fall off. I then saw a small creature. It looked something like a Jinx Elf, a creature I have created for a fantasy novel I am working on. I decided to ignore him and he just laughed and ran away. It was about when I reached the door that the dream ended.

This lucid was from awhile ago, but I forgot to write it down.

I was at the pool at the old health club my parents used to take me to when I was little. Manei was there along with two other girls. One was somewhat muscular and had shoulder length rainbow dyed hair and the other was very short and pale and had white hair.

I asked her something about lucid dreaming and some kind of reality check and all her friends started laughing. She acted like the question had been really embarrassing to be asked in front of her friends and she said that it was time for their swimming practice and I would probably be bored watching them.

"Fine, then I'll just go. I know when I'm not wanted." I said it in a way that everyone knew I was joking. Manei's friends giggled at her and I left. I headed into the locker room. I decided I want to do an experiment, and see if in a dream I could have mastery of a skill that I do not have any knowledge of in waking life. I've already confirmed this works with physical skills, as I've been able to do the splits, backflips and acrobatics that I could not preform IWL. I decided I would try to play a musical instrument.

When I headed into the locker room I found myself in what looked like a community garden in an urban area. There were tomato vines and pumpkins growing around a brick plaza with a bench. On the bench was a hangdrum. "Perfect" I thought to myself.

I sat down and started to play. I wasn't paying attention but very bizarre music came out. It sounded like a hangdrum but it was no melody I had ever heard; utterly alien. Obviously since I have no knowledge of music (that was the purpose of the experiment) I can't describe it or write it out in musical notation. I eventually stopped playing and woke myself up.

Also last night's nonlucid dreams, while I'm here.

I dreamed I was flying a spaceship. We were near earth, but not in low orbit; earth was about fist-sized when I looked out the window. I don't remember why, but the ship was a big white metal cube with a huge rocket engine in the center of each face of the cube, and I saw views from the exterior. The spaceship got stuck and we couldn't fire the thrusters.

Marcus appeared as an AI and said that there was a bug in the computer code that ran the spacecraft and when the X,Y, and Z coordinates of the navigation system were all equal to one another it would run a recursive script that ran on an indefinite loop and caused the computer on the spacecraft to freeze.

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My grandparents had come back to life. Apparently they'd never been dead, just in a comatose state in a hospital. They looked funny though, their faces were kind of distorted. I remember running into them coming out of dan class at my taekwondo studio and being very confused.

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I was at college. An angry professor appeared to me while I was at the registration center drinking tea and told me I hadn't come to his class all semester and showed me the sign up sheet. I recounted all the classes I had signed up for this term and confirmed that the class (an art history class) was not one I had registered for. I became lucid but lost the dream.

I've gotten busy with school but things are quieting down now. I'm posting this rather quickly just so spell knows I'm still alive and haven't dropped out of the comp entirely. I'll clean this up and tally my points for the comp hopefully tomorrow. Also, it looks like avatars are back- sort of?

Night 5: One frag; something to do with a white spaceship and my dream character Marcus.

Night 6: I false awoke in my bedroom and became lucid. I walked downstairs and out the front door doing a dream stabilization along the way. I falsely remembered a competition goal for 100 points was to fly to another planet. I uneventfully flew into space and landed on the planet Mercury. The surface was lifeless and barren and the sun was bright. I lost the dream and woke up.

I decided I would do a WBTB. This landed me in a nonlucid dream where I was in a greenhouse. There was a big tree with purple fruit and a termite mound. My mom was there and she threw the termite mound at me.

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In the dream I was playing the role of a boy of about 14. I was moving with my 16 year old sister to live with my aunt in a high rise tenement apartment by the beach because my mom had a drug problem and she she couldn't fight her addiction, so she wanted to get rid of me and my sister before she became abusive. (Yay for putting your children first... i guess?)

I was on the beach about a quarter mile from the apartment complex. Some very attractive older woman in a swimsuit approached me and talked to me and for some reason my first response was to ask her which Hogwarts house she was from. My sister said something about breaking character.

We went to meet our new aunt and saw the inside of the apartment was like a very up-class hotel. Our aunt was an older woman who had a cat bed with a kitten sleeping in it on hear head all the time.

-+-

I false-awoke. I had been asleep in a junior high school class and the teacher said she was going to write me a suspension. I got worried but then caught myself. I had a false memory that I was taking a remedial class with middle school students but managed to root it out and find it faulty. Finally managing to become lucid in this dream.

I remember standing up from my desk and announcing to the class that everything was my dream, that I had graduated junior high school. The teacher told me to sit down and stop talking nonsense or she would double my punishment. I pinched my nose and held it pinched but kept breathing through it until the dream ended.

-+-

I was playing Tennis with a few friends. I became lucid and started hovering above the tennis court showing them how I could fly.

Night 7: Nuthn

Night 8: Became lucid during the recurring big waves dream after spotting multiple moons. I did an RC and attempted in dream meditation while being knocked about by the waves.

I am in my high school spanish classroom. The teacher is talking about a project that is due on monday, and says there is nothing planned for the next few minutes of class, meaning the students are free to do what they want. Some of the people in the class are dream characters or just imagined people and others are friends from WL. Students are talking about having a party over the weekend. I was considering going to the party for a bit just to hang out and then going home, and not staying for the whole thing.

Jack (my DC) says something about bringing lots of food to the party. Somebody else responded by saying they had a "big bag". In the context of the dream this was a slang term that meant someone ate a lot. I think the term was derived from like a big grocery bag.

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I was on the swamp planet from star wars (checks wookiepedia) Dagobah. I am learning how to be a Jedi with the help of Luke Skywalker and Yoda. Yoda says something about how practicing not enough for something and overtraining yourself are both equally bad things to do, and that one must find balance somewhere in the middle. Luke skywalker tells me that while I do have potential in the force, I do not have very much, so I should take things very slowly to learn to be a Jedi.

I end up constructing a lightsaber out of spare parts, though it has a small handle and short blue blade.

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The dream actually continued the next night (Last night) as I remembered previous events being relevant and still having the small blue lightsaber handy. I was the captain of a rebel ship. The admiral tells me the empire is coming and star destroyers appear and a space battle starts.

The dream shows this unusual angle of the battle. I order the fighters launched from my ship and some of them chase each other down to the planets surface. I see the battle happening near the surface of the planet. There is a large highway with hovercars on it and alongside the highway there are these huge statues of mushrooms with faces on the stems the size of skyscrapers. A few are complete but most of them have scaffolding and internal framework as though they are being constructed.

I then notice that our ship is now disabled while I was distracted watching the fight near the surface and we're pulled into the hangar of the star destroyer (just like in the opening of A New Hope). I leave the command room and head to the hatch where the stormtroopers come in, and when they blow down the door I start fighting them. I hold a gun in my right hand and the mini lightsaber in my left, using it to block shots while also shooting back.

I notice how easy this is. I'm covering my squad and taking out the enemy without any real effort. I figure I must be using the force and not knowing it. I get excited and think to myself "maybe I can fight off all the stormtroopers and get control of the star destroyer, then use that to hyperdrive back to a safe place, and bring a large, powerful ship with me." That is of course, where I lost the dream and woke up.

I am a spartan (Like from Halo). I am in this war screen where I can select a mission and I select one at random; not being given any actual information about what the mission entails. When I arrive at the mission I am in an abandoned city and it is snowing. Small children start coming out of the derelict buildings. Some have small guns, others have sharp objects. One kid has a baseball bat with nails in it. I take him to be the leader. They start attacking me and draining my shield; but I decide that I'm not killing children so I run into a corner and throw a grenade at the ground to kill myself.

The grenade explodes but doesn't kill me. I go flying comically high and land in a forested park just a few blocks from where I was. I see some kind of fight between two battle mechs and escape in a banshee.

I get assigned to another mission. This time, I must go with Noble team from Halo Reach. Though this time I don't think all the characters are there. The mission starts with Emile sitting on the toilet and I walked in on him by accident. When I did he said "Do you mind, I'm attempting to deliver an explosive payload?"

Kat, Carter and Jun then said we had to get going. We walked through a soccer field then some forests, then stole a small motorboat and crossed a large lake. We then got onto a military transport and started driving towards our destination. I remember getting annoyed and yelling to the rest of the team and saying that I was going to give the game a bad review for not having any real action sequences in it.

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My mom wanted to give me a half birthday present. One of her friends was here and had a video recorder. She showed me medium-sized pyramid of presents in the driveway sitting on a blanket on a card table. I opened one of the presents and it was a carton of 36 strange looking oblong eggs. They then began shaking and bouncing everywhere and one of them flew in my face and exploded into yellow-green goo that smelled really bad.

My mom wouldn't explain it and was just laughing while her friend looked at the recording.

I am playing/in some kind of survival horror video game. The plot revolves around a group of 6 teenagers who sneak into a museum and find themselves trapped and attacked by an alien monster. The game has multiple branching paths in where different characters can live or die, but the ending always occurs when you run to the exit of the museum with your remaining members.

I am now at that point in the game. Jack is one of the NPC characters and me and him are running. Another character (presumably his girlfriend, at least in the game) trips, falls and gets eaten by the monster. I turn around in slow motion and see the monster behind me. I have a handgun and since this is a museum, I shoot a display of a an old space capsule hanging from the ceiling. It falls but the monster avoids it.

When I get through the door I turn around and see the monster coming. It looks like a xenomorph from alien but is gray, and has a more humanoid body with a large oval crest running around its head. The oval crest is so large in fact that the monster gets stuck in the doorway. Everyone stops as the monster struggles to push itself through to get to us, snapping its jaws. I say something like "Phew, saved by bad monster design". Though as soon as I do, the monster turns its head sideways, gets through and eats this brown haired guy.

Its just me and Jack and he gets on a military helicopter and starts flying it. I get on the machine gun and shoot the monster as we fly away and I see that the whole city is destroyed, looking like something out of a fallout game. Some of the buildings are on fire. As we fly away we see dozens of the monsters ravaging the streets and killing the remaining civilians.

This is now the game's final scene. In it we find out that the monster was a virus/pathogen that was created with funding by the governments of the world to start a war with humanity as some kind of twisted way of weeding out the weak people in humanity and getting us to unite under a common banner but it got out of control because some countries thought the USA had it too good and when the time came to release the pathogen they gave extra doses to US regions.

The game ends with my character picking up a war diary from one of the men who originally used the helicopter and reading it. A gruff narrators voice reads the diary as the helicopter flies onto the horizon.

"War. War never changes. Wars are waged by old fat politicians who have nothing to live for that sit in their offices padding their bellies and wallets while young men fresh out of childhood throw their lives away in droves."

Spoiler for Notes and technique breakdown.:

So included with this dream journal an example of my chart technique along with a sample of my documentation of RCs I want to show everything that I'm documenting with my chart and med method. I've talked about this in other posts but I want to break down this technique here so that in the future, if I ever need to refer somebody to what I'm using (either if they want to attempt to copy my technique or they are trying to help me troubleshoot it, I can save time in just showing them to this dream journal entry.

Now obviously I'm insane for doing this because last time I worked on this technique I actually saw a decrease in my lucidity rate on the nights that I tried the hardest. But last time I kept my results fairly private. Granted this will probably recede into privacy too, but for today, or at least the first couple days of me getting back into this I want to make my results public because... well I don't know really.

So the technique breaks down like so. There are three main goals for me to accomplish during the day. The most complex and time consuming being twice-daily meditation. I generally meditate using a two part system; in where I count down from a number to clear my mind and get mental chatter to quiet down, then briefly reset to a lower number and start again, followed by either focus on problem solving a particular subject or simply focusing on breath and mental quiet.

I document this in a chart with the starting points of counts. (Counting down from 50 and then restarting from 15 is the norm for me. I used to count from 100 and then restart from 30 but it would take too long and I would find myself spending too much time on the phase of meditation. I still do 100-30 occasionally if my mind is particularly crazy and I have the time. Then I put an S for subject and an M for mindfulness, and if there is a subject, I like to talk about the themes that I meditated on in my dream journal.

The second is documenting RCs. I carry a small notebook and pen/pencil with me and document major RCs. Almost every RC I do has the time written down that I will observe before and after writing down the RC and attempt to observe if only a minute or two have passed, so all RCs include a built in clock check, and generally a nose pinch is included without me documenting it. I won't be copying this into my DJ regularly but this is what it looks like.

8:20 - I'm at home. Clock check. Sun check (there is only 1 sun). Nose Pinch. Recalled waking up 1h ago.
9:09 - I'm at school before class. Clock Check. Nose Pinch. Second sun check.
10:10 - I'm in a boring econ class. I recall registering for this class and coming to it previously. I check that my calculator is functioning logically. 74-18 =56. I work it out on paper to confirm. Clock check and Nose pinch.
10:20 - Econ class ended early, this triggered me to RC. I checked the moon to confirm there was only one and that it was of a normal size. CC and NP.
10:47 - Season check. Does this weather make sense for april, or is it the middle of summer or snowing. Checks out. CC and NP.
11:29 - Recalled waking up in the morning. CC and NP.
12:41 - Art history is starting now. CC, NP and recall registering for this class.
1:02 - I rewrite the day as it has happened so far. I woke up, meditated, ate breakfast, drove to school, went to econ class, got lunch, went to the bank, sat in the student lounge, then went to art history.
1:17 - I do a hand check and confirm I have 10 fingers. CC and NP.
1:40 - I reread my earlier documentation of the day and make sure I still remember every activity. CC and NP.
2:58 - I just arrived home. I do a seasonal weather check, CC and NP.
3:45 - NP and CC
4:20 - Seasonal weather check, NP and CC

Though I stayed up until 10; I did not document anymore RCs because I got heavily invested in a programming project and didn't think to RC anymore. This is a situation that I would like to highlight. I can become very invested in things and lose track of time and reality. If I could stay alert during these times, I could probably increase my chances of becoming lucid. I'm pretty pleased with my coverage of the day otherwise, it might even be a bit overkill.

And the final daily goal is to maintain a consistent bedtime. I'm aiming for between 10 and 11 pm, though I might decide to shift that a little earlier. Not really much else to explain there.

Finally I record the dreams into the chart, quantifying them as a star ranking from 1-5, with 1 star being the 'worst' and 5 star being the 'best', on a sliding scale of dream recall, clarity and lucidity. I don't have a precise rubric as dreams are very hard to quantify and weird phenomenon always come up. (Say, a night with a lot of false awakenings.) Generally it works as follows.

No stars=no recall.
1 star=any amount of dream recall, even if it's just a fragment, up to a fair amount of of non-lucid dream recall.
2 star=a lot of non-lucid dream recall; recalling multiple separate dreams, or recalling a very long/vivid non-lucid dream. Sometimes depending upon the circumstance, layer 0 and layer 1 lucidity works in here.
3 star=generally a decent amount of semi lucid dream time, or a breif LD.
4 star=a long stable lucid dream. Basically my goal is for most or every night to be a 4-star.
5 star=god tier. Multiple lucid dreams in a night in a chain or a very long and vivid LD.

Date	Morning Meditation	Evening Meditation	RCs	Bedtime	Star Ranking
18.4.2017	50-15-m	N/A	14	10:40

So with that in mind, I plan to progress this technique. My first couple days will probably be documented publicly but after that I will probably switch over to doing this entirely in my private DJ as to not scum up the DJ section and for my own privacy.

In the dream I am attending college. The building I am in feels vaguely like it belongs somewhere on my campus and the surrounding area has the same feel to it, but it really blurred the line between a completely original to dream campus. The building was ten stories tall and had many wings and corridors and contained both classrooms and student dorms.

In the dream I had a gun with me, something that was forbidden by the rules of the campus and would be punishable by a long time in jail. The actual gun was like an uzi or small SMG and I remember at some point firing the bullets from it and noticing how small they were; they were like little pellets or pointed BBs. Yet the gun still had the capacity to kill people. The dream's plot revolved heavily around me trying to dispose of the gun.

I at first figured I would dispose of the bullets. During a class, I snuck into a women's bathroom and emptied the bullets from the magazine down a toilet and flushed. My logic behind doing this was that the police might find the bullets in the plumbing but they would attempt to trace a female to possessing the gun and give me more time to get rid of it. I then crushed up the plastic magazine by stomping on it and threw the pieces into a ventilation grate.

I then had to go to class. The class was at the center of the very strange and large building. There was a large circular tower that protruded from the side of the wall and castle like crenelations on top when viewed from the outside. I went to the class that was some kind of magical/alchemical class. I saw my friends S, A and C along with other dream characters outside trying to get my attention and waving at me. I waved back and they started throwing small rocks at the window as if they hadn't gotten my attention. They started to throw larger rocks and one of them cracked the window and got the attention of the whole class. I looked outside and saw some police escorting my friends away and thought that the police might think that we were troublemakers and might try and get a search warrant soon; so I should hurry up and dispose of the gun.

After the class ended, it was dark outside. I stashed the gun in my pocket (yes, it fit). Near this weird alternate school was a river with a small island in the middle. This island had sand dunes on it that people would climb up and then ride down on these sled-like devices. I decided this was how I would get rid of that gun. I went to the shore of the river where there were guys in small rowboats that would row you across for a dollar. I got one of them to row me across and while he was, he remarked that it was getting dark and I probably shouldn't be heading out to the dunes so late in the day.

I told him I had forgotten something earlier in the day and just needed to visit the sand dune island for a few minutes. Once on the opposite shore, I began frantically walking around the forested portion of the island looking for a good place to dispose of the gun. I ran into my father and he of course was really clingy and wanted to spend time with me, but I managed to convince him that I was jogging and that he couldn't keep up. So I jogged off and found myself at the top of the large sand dune where there was a small store and the sled things were kept. I got on one and started riding down, something that was frowned upon because it was unsafe and smart to have people nearby if you got hurt. I rode for a bit around the winding path in the sand until I found a place between two dunes that was out of sight of everybody.

I knelt over and dug out a hole underneath some dune grass in the sand with my hands and put the gun in it; then carefully covered it up with sand, ensuring I put dry, coarse sand on top as to leave no evidence anyone had dug there, then carried on down my sand sled to the bottom of the route and deposited it at a small shed where a few others had been. It was now completely dark and I saw that the row boat guys had retired for the night and I was now trapped on the island. I think I wound up getting back onto the mainland by hopping across some overlarge lily pads and swinging on some low hanging willow branches, only managing to get wet up to my ankles.

I retired to my dorm room that had a large furnace apparatus in it, and used the heat from it to dry my wet clothes. My roommate had questions as to what I had been up to but didn't get that suspicious. I plugged in my computer and started playing KSP and the dream started to fade out. I think it carried on for a bit, I recall glimpses and fragments of the dream carrying on into the days and weeks that followed this incident and how I continued to be paranoid that somebody would connect me to the gun and try to find me.

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The dream somehow gave way to one of me driving on the highway and continually missing exits that I was supposed to turn off at, finding myself on unfamiliar parts of the state. Typical dream contrivances such as having a dysfunctional phone gps with a fraction of a percent of battery and the dream periodically distorting so that I find myself in the back of the car with nobody driving up front played out.

I remembered that my goal in the dream was to buy a birthday present for my new cousin. Apparently my aunt on my mom's side had given birth to a third boy after the two cousins I was familiar with, but he had aspberger's syndrome and she was ashamed so she kept him a secret from the rest of the family. But she eventually decided that wasn't right and she would introduce him to the rest of his family. This dream took place shortly after that and it was his (8th or 9th) birthday. I went into a random Toys R Us and bought a large blue Nerf gun and brought it over. This new cousin dream character was thrilled.

We started having a nerf war. My cousin's house was revealed to have many levels of basement that had never been seen before that the war took place in; including an all white room in where there were sliding panels and doors everywhere. The room didn't have any function outside of being a place for the nerf gun war as far as I could tell. I attained a small amount of lucidity and became concerned that the dream could take a dark turn if the nerf gun I was using converted itself into the gun I had tried to hide from earlier.

...

The dream somehow gave way to another dream that I was driving my parent's old minivan and doing flips and stunts around a stadium with monster trucks. I felt as though I were playing a video game and didn't care that I was badly damaging the car. The dream was very hazy and this probably would have been a rather exciting dream sequence had it been clearer.

I remember being lucid and seeing what looked like ayers rock in Australia. Only in it were carved about a dozen screaming faces (like Mt. Rushmore) only the faces were abstract, distorted, and a little creepy. They sort of seemed to melt into one another, had big pits for eyes and I don't think they had noses. I think there were also two moons in the twilight sky.

I remember thinking to myself 'alright, but where is the rest of the lucid dream?' I noticed that I could still feel myself in a horizontal orientation in my bed, and that I was very close to waking up.

I know there were several awakenings, at 3:15, 5:00, and 6:30 before I got out of bed at about 7:30.

Maybe I was trying a little too hard last night

I'm going to make a few more audio recordings this morning. One of the things I need to focus on now that I seem to be lucid dreaming (heh, I'm basically lucid dreaming nightly, if you count bits like this). I just haven't posted because some dreams were sexy, personal or both. I guess the main goal now is to focus a little more on what I'm doing when I get lucid. I'm going to come up with three goals. (Since people supposedly remember things well in threes.) And here they are.

Goal #1: Manei, NO KIDS!

This cropped up the night before last night, and a couple times while I was gone. Read my previous DJ entry for info. The simple version of this is Manei, my DG is attempting to convince me that it would be fun to explore a future timeline where we have kids. Now I've put up with a lot of the romantic BS (and even enjoyed some of it) but I'm drawing the line here. I can think of many reasons why this is a terrible idea, but what is basically boils down to is the fact that the reality would be awkward, entail too much responsibility for a dream world that is supposed to be about freedom and exploration, and serve no purpose. I'm 20 years old, have no WL partner at the moment and while I might get married in the future, I do not want to ever start a family. I don't see what benefit I could gain from this dream.

I tried to convince myself she wasn't gonna play evasive and would just listen to what I had to say. In general, she's been evasive, annoying, and not nearly as reliable and understanding as she used to be. I used to appreciate her straightforward attitude, but she seems to have lost it. What really annoys me is she won't even afford me the opportunity to express my side of the story with dignity, because she knows I'm opposed to it.

The ultimatum is that we could perhaps explore this timeline in a couple more years, but it's not something I'm ready for right now.

Manei has also lost her profile picture privilege until she cuts the BS and lets me talk to her about what really matters.

Goal #2: Mind Hacking to drop a bad habit

I came up with this goal forever ago, and still haven't gotten around to it. I have a bad habit of biting my fingers and wanted to try using lucid dreaming to break it, since willpower based efforts in waking life never seem to cut it. How exactly I would go about this is uncertain. I might try manifesting a personification of the bad habit and conversing with him/her about how I might break the habit.

Goal #3: Elemental Mastery

This one is even more straightforward. But it's lowest on my list of priorities. My dreams have always held a heavy association with Avatar and the bending arts in it. I would like to master all four elements. Back when Manei was a little more useful, she gave me some pointers on water, so I'm pretty proficient at it. I pretty much figured out Fire on my own and use it for flying more than fighting. (In fact, I have some trouble with using it for fighting, so maybe practice that). I've hardly explored earth and air.

I was standing in the end of a hallway. I was semi-lucid. Everything was sort of pencil-drawn, like an animation. In fact, I think the dream was an animation that I had made for a class. In the animation, the main character was me, and I was reaching for the door at the end of the hallway.

This almost had an animatic vibe to it. It was from first person, and it was jumpy, as if a frame had only been animated every quarter second. But as soon as I reached for the door and opened it, it swung open and things became very realistic. I was not the character that was in said animation.

The door opened to an area high in the sky. Cold winds blew violently in both directions. I then got sucked out and started falling from the upper atmosphere. I looked back to where the door was. It blew closed and shut. It then rotated onto an angle so that it was parallel to me and vanished in a trick of the light.

I recognized this moment. This was from a daydream, and lucidity hit me. I went back to third person and saw myself orient into the dream flying position. I flew down lower, through the cloud deck and saw that I was above a good sized town. I pulled up gradually, brining myself low over the town’s central street.

There was a large arch-like building that I flew through.

I pulled back up and flew past mountains built on clouds. There were towns and cities built up on these mountains too. I remember observing a rich variety of both fantasy and futuristically styled buildings. None of them were notably large.

I continued flying in the same direction. The area with the floating islands ended in exchange for a mountainous tropical area, with a large city akin to macchu picchu. It seemed to be abandoned. As I flew past it, and a large waterfall, I remarked that I must have done something good to deserve a dream like this. (Karma.) I continued flying in that same direction. (That I assumed was northward.)

As I flew for awhile, I passed many towns, lakes, and mountains. I noticed that I transitioned from a temperate climate to an almost arctic one. I seemed to be flying lower and slower than usual. I couldn’t get myself to go higher or faster, despite my best efforts.

I eventually ended up landing on the coast, near what was supposed to be a Middle School. The building looked like something from fallout. Like a 1950’s styled diner, only it was decrepit and obviously long abandoned. I remember finding two things outside of it that were of significance. A lunchbox and a bottlecap/pin type button. The lunchbox was rusted and had a rocket ship on it, and the pin was red with yellow graphics and text on it.

I decided to summon Manei.

“Manei, Kuansen Axio Sosumble”

She manifested out of the abandoned middle school and started telling me a story about it. It had something to do with the metal lunchbox and a pin, But I lost the dream and woke up.

I kind of stopped caring about getting lucid these past few days. And of course, lucid dreaming works in mysterious ways because just as I stopped caring, a flood of lucid dreams started to come. I can't remember what days these are from, except for the last one that I know for sure was last night.

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I remember some dream involving being on a school bus that had broken down in my town. Manei and Marcus were there along with other dream characters. I became lucid upon recognizing my two dream characters were present. Marcus was talking to me about some new technology and, but I was distracted and wasn't listening. The little bit of hair on the right side of his head was sticking up funny. I kept trying to tell him but he kept talking for a few minutes. When he finally finished he asked me what I was trying to tell him, I told him his hair. He looked in the mirror above the drivers seat and laughed and flattened it out.

Manei then asked some question about the story that I was writing based off of lucid dreaming. (actually doing this) She told me that I shouldn't mis-potray the characters since doing so would be a disrespect to myself. I told her I had no such plans. Why would I use my dream characters for inspiration if I didn't like who they were and was going to change it? There is really no logic in that. Also for some reason in the dream she was wearing a schoolgirl outfit.

I can't remember but I think that the dream continued on for some time semi lucid. It was a school anime that DawnEye11 had animated and she was in it too. I don't remember any of the specifics about it but I didn't like the way she portrayed my character.

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I remember I was at this museum, but some of the security guards had turned out to be evil and decided to trap us inside, and kill all the good security guards. It was some kind of hostage situation and they wanted the government to pay them a large sum of money to get us out. I recall the dream vaguely feeling like when my family visited the planetarium in chicago a few years back.

Me and some of the other people had found a way out. Though it was dangerous. We had to escape through this very large concrete room that was filled halfway with water. There were all of these large egg-shaped structures in the room made out of red bricks and held together with cement. Some of them were attached to large steel beams connecting them to the floor or ceiling. Others were hovering on helicopter propellers. It was only appropriate that I became semi lucid upon seeing this very dreamlike and unusual room.

People began making their way across the room to the other side. Most people just would swim, but this one guy said that a lot of people had cell phones and stuff that he would offer to carry over for them, and he would try to jump across the brick eggs. Also, the guy had a medical implant that he couldn't get wet, so he figured it only make sense that he do it. I remember the guy looked similar to my dad. Not identical, his voice was deeper and he was a little taller and fatter, but he gave me that same vibe.

I remember watching him make his way across. He made it about 1/3 across of the way then he slipped and started to slide down the brick egg toward one of the propellers. I remember hoping that the dream wouldn't start to become a nightmare with this guy falling into the propeller but sure enough, he fell into the propeller and was ripped apart in the most gruesome way right out of SAW or something. lots of blood went into the water and people all started swimming away because they were afraid that the blood would attract sharks. At first I was confused since the water in the room was a closed swimming pool and I could see there were no sharks or even a way for sharks to swim in. But, because dream, about two dozen little sharks appeared in the water and started attacking people.

The guys' head landed right next to me on the platform that I was standing on. The left half of his face was completely gone leaving only the skeleton. His head turned and started looking at me. The mouth opened and the head screamed at me.

Somehow or other I found myself in the water that was now all pigmented with blood. I was actually standing on the bottom and some of the sharks started to swim toward me when I realized I was not holding my breath and I realized that I was dreaming. I told myself that I was not scared of the situation and the dream would change to something better momentarily momentarily.

Instead, the dream decided to be a dick and get worse before it got better. The red water got darker and the floor went away and I was floating in a void of red energy/water. I could still see some of the sharks swimming around me slowly. I then saw Manei but she had been shredded up like the guy who fell into the propeller and half her face was a skeleton. Her body was stitched together in places. She said something to me but I can't recall what it was.

I tried to do something or say something, but I couldn't move, speak or influence the dream in any way. I was annoyed by this fact. I remember thinking. "Okay, either I wake up or I dream about something that's not this!"

Then metal spikes burst out of her chest, expanding and growing like branches all around me. Then all of the spikes started growing in as they would all hit me at once, but they all stopped right before they went into me and the dream faded away.

The dream shifted. I was in a futuristic looking white hallway. I felt like I was still in the planetarium. This girl in a catwoman-like costume that left nothing to the imagination had her hand on my body and was transmitting the dream to me.

"Stop! This nightmare! What does it represent?"

The dream switched into third person. She put her hand on my chin and made me look her in the eye.

"Oh, baby, wouldn't you like to know."

She then kicked me back and threw me to the floor. I tried to fight but I was in third person and couldn't control myself. 'I' got back up and she kicked me agian, then scratched me across the face. I then started to feel like I could control myself. I remember the scratches closed with wolverine-style healing and as I spit down to the side. I went back into first person view.

She tried to cartwheel toward me and kick me again, but I grabbed her foot and flipped her over my shoulder. She landed on her back and before she could get up and I stabbed her in the stomach with my hidden blade. She scratched me again and started to run away. I decided I would try something new. I shot my blade out on the end of a chain and it stuck into the exposed skin on her leg. I tried to crack the chain like a whip and pulled her up then slammed her into the floor. I then pulled her in and let go of the chain so she was flying toward me. The dream went back to third person but I was still in control. I jumped into the air and fire boosted toward her, then flipped around and kicked her with both legs.

After thoroughly kicking her mostly-exposed butt, the skimply-outfitted catwoman lady morphed into a small boy of about ten who was crying.

"Why weren't you scared? What are you?"

(Paraphrased.) "Because I knew that it was all a dream. Even now, it is all a dream. And the scarier it got, the more I knew what I was experiencing was not real. That, and the fear you created didn't represent anything in my life. Nightmares only have power if they represent something. Everything in dreams is like that. If it doesn't represent something important, it can be easily removed or defeated."

"That's no fair! Please don't kill me!"

"I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to do something much worse... (<- Joke) I'm going to let you live so that you can learn from this. (Paraphrased from here on out, I remember roughly what I said so.) So, stop going around causing nightmares or your going to get what is coming to you."

There was some story behind the boy that he told me. He tried to convince me that he was another dreamer who got bullied a lot during the day, so at night he would use shared dreaming to go into peoples dreams and make them have nightmares to make things fair. He thought that what he was doing did justice and was really angry because if made things fair. I remember posing the question of how this made him any better than the bullies.

The dream actually continued on semi-lucid for a very long time after that and the boy became a lucid dreamer and had his own dream guide and everything. Like the last lucid, I don't really recall the details.

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I am on this steampunk airship where this quadrillionare makes his full-time residence. The airship is actually in the atmosphere of a gas planet, but the planets' atmosphere has oxygen like the earth. The airship had ion thrusters where the propellers should have been, mounted on gold nacelles. The body of the airship was a dark red fabric. There was a large inverted pagoda tower on the underside and the guy lived in the very bottom.

I remember we were flown in by this butler guy who flew this odd spacecraft. It was an octagonal frame with windows on every side, except the bottom. It was gold too, and had little maneuvering rockets on all sides. We docked with the big airship and the butler gestured us to go onboard and meet him. The airship was empty and quiet, but occasionally made creaking and buckling sounds..

We made our way down through each floor of the tower. I remember on one floor there were a whole bunch of boxes of legos. I thought it was kind of funny that this guy who was apparently so gentlemanly had so many kids toys. I figured he might have kids or something that come to play with them.

We finally got to the bottom level of the tower. It was like this big foyer styled room with stairs on either side and a big glass wall. The dream character was standing there looking out at the storms and swirling clouds. I remember he had a black suit coat and a top hat. He was looking out over the storms of the gas planet. I cleared my throat to get his attention and he turned around and walked over. He had a cane in one hand and walked with kind of a hobble. I could tell one of his legs was a prostetic by the way he walked and the clanking noise it made. I also remember knowing that this character was connected to Marcus somehow. Maybe his father.

I greeted him as he got close. Manei said hello as well and told him who we were and that we had been invited to see him.

"What is wrong with all your dreamers these days? Cut your hair and grow a pair, boy!" He proceeds to try to poke me in the nose with his cane I backed up. He then went over to Manei. He said something perverted to her, but I can't remember what it was. She gave him this really dirty look. He then proceeded to poke her in the stomach and say that she was too skinny anyway. He said he wasn't interested in talking to us anymore.

"Oh, great. He's annoying. He's perverted. and he invites us over just so he can decide he doesn't like us. Why does every dream character other than you or Marcus have to be a dick?"

I guess he didn't like me calling him a dick, because he threw his cane at me but I caught it. I told him I was going to break it if he didn't shape up. He said it was made of unbreakable [something]wood from the planet [i forgot]. I took that as a challenge and broke the cane partially over my knee. It was still held together by a little bit of flexible wood but it was more or less useless. The man got mad and said that the cane was worth more than me.

He sent a his bodyguard out. He was this huge, 8 foot tall man who looked like alex armstrong from Fullmetal Alchemist but had four eyes in two rows. He had an eye-patch over his top left eye. He told the guard to attack me. He charged at me, and I threw him over my shoulder and he went through the wall.

The guard started to get back up and the dream suddenly ended and I woke up.

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Though the dream that moved me the most, or was the most profound in my opinion was a conversation that I had with Manei. The dream had started out with me being on vacation with my parents at this mountain lodge location. I became lucid when I saw that I had my bracers and my dad told me to stop lucid dreaming because it was bad. My mom and dad got into a fight about whether or not lucid dreaming was bad or not. I acknowledged that this was probably a message about lucid dreaming, but moved on to manifest Manei.

We started walking and talking about something in the mountains. I remember saying something to her like this.

"Don't be offended by this, but you're everything I never wanted when I started lucid dreaming. I find it kind of funny. So many dreamers want to find their guides so badly, but get nowhere. I was that one in a million who was more than happy happy to go alone. Yet you have been right here all this time."

We were now in the soccer field in a park across from my house. There were some kids flying very odd dream kites in the breeze. I remember Manei had a kite too. She seemed to be thinking of what to say.

"Often, those who want to be alone are those who need a friend most badly."

The dream was hazy and my lucidity wasn't clear. The dream carried on semi-lucid for a few more minutes after that.

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

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

...

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

The orange hair girl won in the end.

The first portion of the dream I recall was playing Skyrim. I remember having full daedric gear and a sword, and I was walking around at night where I ran into some raptors...?

...

A little later on some bandits came after me.

...

This gave way to some sort of dream involving some sort of battle royale between different characters. It was taking place in this underground facility. The Teenage mutant ninja turtles were there. They got eaten by this huge fat humanoid creature. Then he got eaten by an even bigger humanoid monster.

...

I was in the mountains with my mother. We were trying to make our way to... somewhere. We were in the mountains and she pointed out that we only had to go downhill from here. I asked her if we could use a sled of skis. She pulled a sled from nowhere and the two of us sledded down the mountain. I would say that it was fun, but the sled was really slow and it took us a really long time.

We wound up on this college campus, that gave way to a city. It was warmer here and we were able to take off our heavy winter clothing.

There was something to do with a big dish-shaped basin being used for research by some of the students at the college and we fell into it.

My mom got out keys from her pocket and I saw my family's old green van in the road. She unlocked it and started to get in the back seat. I noticed that the driver's seat was in the back seat for some reason.

I then became lucid out of nowhere. I told my mom that she could just leave, and she did. And I walked off on my own into the city.

I recall this city that we were in being very detailed visually and audibly. I could make out every detail in the city, buildings, streets, people, sidewalks. I made note that the city was stunningly grounded in reality and there didn't seem to be any particularly dreamlike elements to it. Text wasn't legible though, and was just a random configuration of blocky vertical characters. I could also hear cars and people passing me on the sidewalks.

I pinched my nose just to double check that I was dreaming. A good long nose pinch RC. Yeah, I was totally dreaming. I stomped on the ground. Solid.

I said out loud "I will not lose the dream until I have gotten one of my goals done!"

I looked up. It was an overcast day. The tallest buildings in the city were actually not that tall, I'd guess fifteen or twenty floors at the most. I recall this dark orange brick tower with a black glass observation deck atop it.

I then tried to fly. It didn't work, and after one failure, I figured that perhaps I should just carry on with the dream slowly. Try and find Manei, figure out what was in the present.

I looked down a back alley. There were a couple of doors. I figured that they might be helpful for manifesting her.

"Yeah, I'm sort of in a back alley mood tonight..."

I took a few steps into the back alley and lost the dream.

When I woke up, I remained relativity still. I started using my counting technique, and after hitting about 50, managed to slip back into a dream semi lucid.

I was on my college campus. There was some guy (who sort of looked like Greed from FMA) who kept taunting me by making planes appear to fly really low and hit me, but they would pull up at the last second. Eventually he got bored and left.

There seemed to be a complex plot going on here. Some scientist arrived on campus with two black semi trucks full of laboratory equipment.

I then remember the school dance team showed up wearing skimpy outfits. I can remember them having these skin-toned bras that actually had me convinced that they were topless for a few moments.

Then my cousins came and started having some kind of argument along with a few other children and a college student. I was responsible for settling it for some reason.

Then an artist arrived with a huge painting about 10 feet tall and 6 feet wide of Manei. The artist came to me and told me that this was his painting called "Manei holds the sun" and he wanted to give it to me as a present. The painting was done in an old style to look like one of those old stained glass windows you see in churches.

While all of this was happening, I just wished that it would all stop. All of these things were so annoying and pointless. Then I remembered that just a minute ago I had been attempting to WILD, so maybe this was the dream that had resulted.

I became fully lucid and stabilized the dream better. When I did I found myself in a gazebo by a lake. The structure was painted white and had vines with flowers growing up it. The dream had taken on a very serene atmosphere. I then realized that my grandmother and grandfather were sitting at one of the tables, and they have been dead for about four years now.

I saw that my cousins were still there having the pointless argument with the college student. I looked at them, looked away and looked back to make them disappear.

I then turned to my grandparents. I remembered wanting to ask them why they showed up as evil in one of my dreams. (They haven't even showed up in my dreams since about three years ago.)

"Well, everybody gets a little angry sometimes. What did you expect, some perfect angelic beings?" My grandmother said. If I recall correctly my grandfather said something else about how even the closest of friends/family can come into conflict sometimes.

" *rolls eyes* yeah well, sorta... But I see what your going for."

I then lost the dream at this point.

When I woke up, I thought about going back for round three. But I decided it would be better to wake up.

Spoiler for Interpretations:

Hmm... well from top to bottom I don't quite know what to say. The first couple bits just seem to be sludge. The whole first dream feels somewhat devoid of meaning for me. There doesn't seem to be much to pick apart in there.
Granted there might be some meaning behind the slow sled with my mother. I'm not quite sure what it my symbolize but I feel like it has meaning.
In the second half (after my awakening) I think there is much more to work with. The Greed character and the way that he tried to crash planes into me as a trick reminded me of Eye from DawnEye11's dreams. Not sure why I made that connection, but I did.
All of the annoying side things might hold symbolism of some sort. A scientist arriving to do research, an artist giving me a gift, some children having an argument, and seemingly topless girls goofing around. How do all of those go together?
I really thing that the painting of Manei as a sort of biblical figure is trying to tell me something.
Once my grandparents appeared, the lesson was pretty straightforward. And that was pretty much the only part of this dream that actually did make sense. Everything else, though promising, didn't yield any immediate connections of any value.

*Wait. This was the second night in a row that I dreamed of my cousins.

I was playing TF2 with some of my friends (I have logged about 30 minutes on TF2 in my entire life and it was all over a year ago.) I was playing as the Pyro. S was a Heavy and A was a Medic. The three of us were playing on this weird enclosed map that looked something like the room from Portal.
I was running around torching everyone with a quick burst of flame. Mostly soldiers on the blue team from what I can remember team but I saw the other classes as well.
...
The dream became more like real life, I was in first person now. I unlocked some very weird weapon that was a machine-gun flamethrower. There was this tiny device that you held in your hand and the barrel stuck out between your middle and ring fingers. There were two buttons, one for you middle/index finger and one for you ring/pinky finger. The top one fired bullets and the bottom one shot flames.
The device was connected by a hose and an ammo belt to this service robot that hovered next to you. The robot had a couple of big red tanks (presumably the fuel for the flamethrower) and an ammo case (for the machine gun) I remember it having these energized panels on the bottom that glowed blue. I think they were the means that the robot hovered.
I was in some kind of training room with a sky backdrop painted on it and this man was releasing these wolverine-like creatures to come after me. They were pretty pathetic and I killed them with the machine gun.

I have to admit, I think the design of the machine gun-flamethrower is pretty cool.

Well my sleep was super messed up last night. I fell asleep at around 5:00pm on the couch. I woke up at around 11:00pm and went to bed. I woke up at 8:00am, feeling very tired and I have to run to an ortho appt.

I really need to get down there and finish the lucid test. Tonight for sure.

Something to do with my college drawing class, though we were in the classroom from my high school chemistry class. There is a guy in there wearing a furry costume of a blue- er well it looked like a cross between a rabbit and a gorilla and it was creepy. He had a microphone inside it that made his voice really loud and distorted it. It scared the crap out of me and everyone in the class. The teacher asked him to take the head off.

I was then at the food court by my dorm at my college. For some reason all of the boys there are naked. (A strange reversal on the standard nudity dream.) Supposedly they were a part of some confidence building team and learning how to make friends and function in society. The court is also more like a grocery store than a food court with restaurants. They are filming this commercial for their barbecue pork.

Something to do with my friend S.

I was watching this ATLA episode. It is supposed to be about technology. In it the characters have this saddle that unfolds into a pagoda that goes on Appa's back. Toph also finds this fire nation weapon that looks like a rifle but shoots these little cherry bombs, and because of her blindness doesn't know how to aim it properly and almost shoots other members of the group. She then becomes all psycho using the gun and her earthbending to try to take everyone out.

I am not Toph! I am Melon Lord!