non-lucid

[Notes]:
- Yet another Fallout dream... probably withdrawal symptoms
- Also during finals week.

ALL NON-LUCID
[Enter dream]:
I'm stealthing on this BOS encampment in the middle of the city. I try fighting them and do well for a little bit, but it doesn't last. Soon, this Legendary Knight-Sergeant completely wrecks me as I see a kitted-out Vertibird (with red flames and racing stripes) flying in the distance.

I run away, and I find this Mexican guy. We're at a ramp. I recognize the muffler shop down below and realize I get an achievement if I slide down the ramp into a spot, so I do it. I'm hangin out with this dude in the shop, when suddenly this strange creature runs up to me. It's like a synth dog with a human skull on one of its appendages. It furiously asks me to wear the skull and go take out the BOS.... and I say no, because that's a ridiculous idea. Then, it/she kinda forces me to...

[The dream dissolves...]

[Notes]:
- This was during finals week... surprised I dreamed at all.
- No WBTB or anything.

ALL NON-LUCID

[Enter dream]
I'm at this grocery store, and there's these cherries that are candied and dried. I realized I really wanted them, then S tells me that they're five dollars, like it's a really big deal. Then I look around that area and find the price tag on this basket, and they were like 4.50 or something. I bought some.

Fallout-ish. I'm standing outside, looking for S. Apparently we were going to go do something together, but she wasn't here. I call her up, and she doesn't pick up. Instead, this gravely guy does, and gives me threats and demands me to stay away. I'm looking around, then I get hit with this green lazer out of the corner of my eye. I then follow the light, behind the shed and off into a field. I never found this light-guy. There, I stealth until I get really close to this guy holding a satellite dish and a pistol. It's the gravely phone-dude. I take him out, smacking him in the forearm, etc. Then go to this military base off in front of me, and there's this shed/cargo container where they're keeping her. I sneak in, and find her strapped up to this strange machine. The other soldiers are fine with it, until ones in the distance see me. They start shooting. Guy with an rpg. I get out and start collecting their weapons, which have really boring names, like "tuned" and "unknown 1", and they're practically all the same model.

Mini-nightmare, dripping concrete.

"Going out" with N.... yeah. It was just on the way to the theater with S. She saw me... yeah. Awkward and strange.

SP was trying to make everyone smoke weed. We were at my house, and there were tons of other students. There were these little shanty storefronts everywhere. I'm hangin with J, and SP comes up to us with a cigar box and opens it up. It's full of blunts. He asks us if we wanna smoke one. I say "no, dude." Josh continues to talk with him though, and eventually he decides to do it. I lose faith in him, "don't do it!" He goes anyway down to the creek with SP. I wander around for a bit. I'm on my sofa, with JH and a few other people I don't really know. Then, SP comes over and gives JH a bong with a bunch of M&M/skittles. There's no weed in it or anything, but the kids keep passing it around... I don't take it. I'm in the front yard. J comes back with SP, and they're both really screwed up. J reeks of weed, wearing his leather jacket, and then we're kinda on this city block place. He reeks so bad that when my dad tries to talk to him he gets giggly.

[Dream dissolves...]

Just something about having to rescale more space for MPC, and buy it with JY. Not even gonna bother writing notes here.

[Notes]:
- Still further into WBTB + request method, and this is getting better and better.
- Most control I've had in a lucid yet.
- REALLY gotta fix the gyroscope turning problem.

Lucid Non-Lucid Non-Dream

[Enter dream]
I’m in an accurate version of the weight room. I’m sitting on these bleachers by the windows. Suddenly, while Ms. N is talking, H comes over and plops herself right next to me. I ask her, “So who are you dating?” In reality, she seems kinda interested in me but has a BF. She tells me that that’s the issue and that things are kinda rough between her and J, so she was wondering if I “wanted to have sex?” And I’m like, “Whoa, whoa, what do you mean by that? Do you mean like ‘doing it’, like, sexual intercourse?” And she says “Not quite, I mean...” But then I leave and move over to one of the lockers. I open it up and find a bunch of magazines inside. Then I realize, “Wait, I just talked to her. That would only happen in a dream!” The lucidity sets in. I start saying “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming!” I turn around, look around, and then look at my hands to stabilize. I remember that I wanted clarity and say it. Things get a little clearer, but still not nearly as clear as I want. I turn around (which sends my POV kinda lopsided… definitely gotta fix that problem.) I’m laughing to myself and see PG looking at me with disgust. I look at her and say ”Shut the ___ up!” And I side kick her whole box apparatus into her and knock her over, knowing she’s a DC. Man, I’m a dream jerk. I run off and find some more boxes. I just start throwing them around the gym, and I drop kick one. No one notices. Then I just ran a lap around the gym. This is easily the longest and most controlled lucid I’ve ever had.

[The dream fragments...]

[Notes]:
- This took place later into the week of WBTB + nightly personal requests.
- Woke up with great euphoria

Lucid Non-Lucid Non-Dream

[Enter dream]:
I’m in my yard, in the spring, coming up from the creek with Dad. There’s this massive vertiberd that comes frling over us. Dad notices that it uses the wrong turn signal when it turns, and I confirmed. Then, the pilot must have noticed me, so he started doing flips and stuff, and kinda glitching out really. He eventually comes down and lands in the driveway. I think to myself: “Wow, this is sick. Imagine if I was lucid! What would I be doing?” The pilot gets out (Brotherhood of Steel?), introduces himself and tells us we’re gonna have some fun. We do, and a lot of people are at the house... someone was wrangling with our antenna.

I’m in Diamond City/ish. There are a couple of super mutants hiding around with a couple of feral mongrels. I get detected and run away, just to get found again. I’m hiding out in an alley…. chillin? there was something about having this special porridge.

I had to make S and A food. I made A some Asian noodles with tossed veggies and a thick soy sauce and it was actually pretty nice. I made S some strange dog food + corn mixture… it’s what she wanted! Mr. S appreciated the “tossed vegetables” in A's dish.

I was driving to school from over T Hill. I turn onto the road and end up sliding a bit… everyone does. It’s real snowy and nasty out. I eventually get to school and walk into the gym 31 minutes late (it was 8:31 on my phone). There’s these weight cages and crap. I walk around the place (it was huge). Inside of the weight cages were these these lifts. You could get lifted super high up into the air real fast with a push of a lever. We lifted and dropped them a few times. W messed with it for a bit. I hopped on, and flew up a bit. ART DEPARTMENT? Hangin with Ms. C in the studio art class.

I left the gym, and I was in space. I was flying in an X-Wing to the scene of a current battle. This was in the first trilogy. I fly out of another ship and make my way over. Some flagship spews out a massive line of fire, like a square, apparently so the attack on the planet could be made immediately. I flew in and…. yeah.

I was in this room with a doctor-ish person (kinda run down place), and this is in the same vein as the vertibird. Then, someone knocks on the door. I heard their monotone voice, and immediately was suspicious it was a synth. They come in, and it’s this ex-senior Asian guy. I grab a broken crutch and get ready to fight. He tries to say he’s not a synth, and tells me to prove it, and I cut his belly. There’s no blood. Then he starts to brag about how powerful he is and everything I straight-up knock his head off by stabbing him in the neck.

[Wake]

[Notes]:
- This took place after I requested to myself to have a dream with intense feelings... and it seemed to work!
- This is result of my new nightly WBTB practice.
- There was a moment of slight lucidity in here.

Lucid Non-Lucid Non-Dream

[Enter dream (post-WBTB?)]:
There’s a paper that I forgot to read and respond to, and almost everyone in class forgot to do it as well. They would be trying to get it in late with no penalty (Freya, Reyna, etc.) I talked w/ my teacher in a small side-street with one-seater Fallout cars and she said “Maybe.” This may have taken place in the week before spring break?

Warframe. Sophia is a “supporter.” She has these gummies... We decide that we’re gonna go to the citadel of the (Brotherhood of Steel?). We start talking about it when I’m about halfway through the stairway. Then she starts getting a little flirty. We stand by the door, deciding, and she kinda turns into Emma Watson and tries to kiss me from over the shoulder. I kinda slough her off and ask why she'd try to do that so early. Then she says that it was for "trying to get a leg up on her in the stairway." We go to the citadel and as we enter the main building, she kinda sneaks on me and grabs my hand. It was intense, and I've had this moment in many dreams before. I say, “I’m sorry. I know it’s been a long time coming.” She says, “I know.” Then, as we start to go down the steps, I realize that it’s only ever been in my dreams that I’ve held her hand, and I say “Oh, wait. This is a dream.” I continue to walk with her to our new place. On the way, I grab a random thing and read it, saying “Gotta maintain my lucidity!” We’re in the back of the building (very rocky), and I find my desk, and she finds hers. We put down our stuff, and move up to check out. She puts down her gummies on the checkout, and I put a card-thing in to sign up. There was apparently a discount for supporter as opposed to warrior… loophole could let me get stuff for less. Boosters in a hexagon map thing...

SJ was building a bunker/shelter out of some metal that started with “s.” I couldn’t pronounce it in the dream either.

French guy named Jean meets this girl and asks if she wants to Skype with him (in a suggestive manner).

[Wake]

[Notes]:
- Not much to say. I'm pretty surprised I remember anything at all; I went to bed at 1:30AM.

Lucid Non-lucid Non-dream
[Dream begins]:
So I'm at MPROD and A decides we have to go to my house to meet. It's a post-apocalyptic world, kinda like Fallout, and we drive up to some barn. I disarm some tentacle-mine things... yeah.
[Dream ends...]

[Notes]:
- By simply focusing on HI as I lightly fell asleep on a road trip, I was able to catch some of the following dreams before waking up.

Lucid Non-Lucid Non-Dream

[HI #1]:
There’s something about this indistinct figure (me? clear person?) buying a shotgun. The shotgun was kinda invisible, with only a couple contours being visible. The figure loads a red shell into it (from the side; it was a sideways-break barrel). There’s some notion of him not being able to have it. Glasses, top hat, trenchcoat? Kinda like Murdered: Soul Suspect.
Looking at the same mall as the Harbor Freight, from about 20 parking spaces back. There’s this brown, thick smoke originating out of nowhere, and it floats to the left, leaving a thick vapor trail. It appears to start getting constrained, as if there’s a clear glass tube around it. The voice of mom says “That unattended mule can drive.”

[HI #2]:
It’s a 50’s commercial. Panning back from the Portal cake, with this plank moving above it. A woman says the motto: “Dozens of bunches for every twelve hundred you choose.”

[HI #3]:
This was created by purposefully thinking of a random story based on random thoughts. I would guide it into a dream semi-consciously, letting my subconscious as well as my conscious work together.
It started off with a strange apparatus that looked like an old telephone hanger, but my brain immediately concluded it was a lighter that hung on the wall. People would go up to it and light their cigarettes, cigars, among other things. It simply zapped whatever you put into it. The young, cartoon-ish inventor, in a top hat, looked to “the camera” and said, “Hey! I’ll call it the auto-lighting lighter -- the auto-lighting-er -- the Auto-Lighter!” Poor people of the proletariat (scruffy lookin’ dudes with grey clothes) would enter businesses solely for the use of the Auto-Lighters, and this caused some civil strife.

[Notes]:
- Meh, not too much. at the beginning of a not-stressful week.

[Dream 1]:
This truck (blue or red) and my advisor for chem who is my dad in the dream were out in this field, apparently to do a photo shoot. He's carrying this metal mesh that he's ripped into three or so peices, but suddently this facehugger/horseshoe crab hops out and stings him on the shoulder, and continues to jump around. Apparently, it's poisonous.

[Dream 2]:
I'm at this "Ice Bar" for some sort of community outreach program. It's this big chunky white building, possibly inspired by a Minecraft mod. It's rather empty on the inside, outside of a couple spinny/lawn chairs. Me, L, and S are all in there. S is clearly high as usual and asks me if I want to "hang out" like he usually does, and I reject. L laughs, and I leave...

[The dream fragments...]

[Notes]:
- This happened a while back, can't remember much about it.

[Fragment 1]:
I get into my car with a couple of friends (one of them is W). For some reason, the driver's seat is on the right side. I hear these strange gas-like sounds in the car behind me, and I look, and low and behold my friends are smoking crack in my car with a couple of test tubes. I flip out at them, and they get legit scared and run away. I run after them. I eventually find myself on top of this tree house, and these police/neighborhood watch people start shouting at me, scolding me for scolding my friends for having crack.

[Fragment 2]:
Something about my bus being late... turning onto a neighborhood street.

[Fragment 3]:
There was this crazy lightning storm above my house. [DREAMSIGN] It flew over and ended up on the east side, spewing out confetti-like sine wave lightning like crazy.

[Notes]:
- Very vivid.
- I wrote some rudimentary notes a while back, but now I can't remember that much outside of them.
- The setting was rather all over the place; it was more like I was watching a movie with cuts in between than actually flowing through a whole dream.

[Dream begins]:
My family doctor had prescribed me heroin, and I didn't really know why (possibly depression?). I was supposed to shoot up once a day, every morning. My syringes came in these blue or black plastic containers in packs of 10 or 20.

I had become dependent on it. In order to feel any sense of normality, I'd have to shoot up. On the first day of the dream, I shot up in the morning, but then started feeling crappy in the afternoon. I know I was only supposed to shoot once, but I just had to do it again. Thus began the cycle. The next day, I made it halfway through the day, then shot up again. Then again a couple hours later, and so on. At the end of the day, I realized that I had shot up five times. I realized I had a problem. The next day, I decided I would only shoot up once in the morning, as prescribed. I made it into the day a little, feeling relatively fine, and then I started to feel crappy. I had a HUD that had a happy meter that was like a battery, and it was nearing empty. I began to feel like my whole body was hurting, sweats, and fever.

[Dream ends]

[Notes]:
- About to try WBTB for the second time. I figured I'd try to document the dreams I'd had so far before diving back in
- Goals for LD (if I have it): Talk to a DC, ask him/her for a good ToTM, maybe a joke! Try pushing my finger into my hand as well.

[Fragment]:
There's something about these buffalo chicken/fruit leather sandwiches. JS has something to do with it. There was something about eating it giving you your powers n' stuff.

Something about these bloopy childish blue birds and JS that woke me up.

[Natural awakening.]

I'm going in.

[Notes]:
- It seems that during the week my quality of dreams and recall drastically decrease, and that on weekends and holidays its the highest. Here's what has happened over the past couple nights:

[Fragment 11/29/15]:
I was looking at an alley, much like the BackAlleys map. Some girl in a daft punk mask turned and ran towards me from the end.

[Fragment 11/30/15]:
Don't bend it.

[Notes]:
- So the first half of this takes place in my normal sleep, and the second after having tried WBTB for the first time.
- I can't be sure of the order of events in the first half, but I can in the second.

[Dream begins]:
I'm on this course out in the woods in the mountains. We're all practicing archery drills. See picture below. You shoot at a target, run to the target, and shoot the next one in a square path. I eventually finish up with a few and I go and hang out at the chillout spot, which was an open flat area that jutted out of the mountain we were on, so we could see all the other mountains. I talked with some people here; possibly AW?
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Note: Throughout the dream I had been getting closer and friendlier with this AW, initials for a person I know. Now, in the dream it was a slightly different version of her, but it was still her.

I'm waiting for the morning bus, and it seems to be running late. I head up the hill towards where it should come from, and a couple things fly by... I think one of them was a hang glider. Eventually the bus comes over and I go and hop on (the middle line lunch lady is driving).

So I'm talking with AW. It turns out we both have to get out of school for some reason (dentist's appointment?) and be on the interstate (actually 13). Eventually I get out of school and hit the road with someone. It's raining really hard as we go eastbound, and we take a look at the toll booths as we go by. They had windshield wipers on them that were flapping vigorously so the booth people could see what the driver was doing. Eventually we're on our way back and we see each other in the road.

Suddenly, I'm at this abandoned industrial building with the rest of school, and suddenly we're all told to move into the building by Darth Vader and the emperor. A ton of troops surround us and direct us into the building. As I'm going up with WC, I'm holding a blaster and take a look out the window, thinking they were going to shoot me. They didn't. I lose the rifle and keep going up. Eventually I meet with S (and AH?) and we talk for a bit. SH is slapping his mom on the butt and she's slapping him on the abs and vice versa, telling each other how nice their butts and abs are... then SH tells her that it's the nicest part of her and goes back into the building. She goes and talks with us, and says "I'm not perfect?"

[Wake up.]

Note: At this point, I woke up in a natural awakening at ~7:45AM. I figured I'd try doing some WBTB since I figured I might still be able to have a dream. I logged the previous dream, then decided to go back to sleep with lucid dreams and goals in mind. For probably fifteen minutes straight I kept on waking up from discovering I was in HI dreamlets. Hopefully I can figure out how to get past this. Eventually, I had the following dream.

[Dream begins]:
Dad and I were going somewhere. I get in the SUV. Sweetie jumps up on the (other) SUV and I tell her to get off, then dad comes over and tosses her off, but she lands on the Leaf. Dad gets in with me and we start to drive away. She follows us down. I look back, and she's waving to us! She trots down by the creek pines and lays down and keeps doing it. Then I realize that it was a peacock making it look like she was doing that. We drive up the hill and dad says "Yep, she's a good dog". Then I thought about peacock feathers for a little bit (and a bundle of them).

I found myself in a mansion. I walk around for a bit and I find J from MPC chillin' in a closet. His mom is in the living room. I look at him and say, "Hey man, what's up?" He doesn't register me, and just keeps looking off into the distance. His mom scolds him lightly for being so rude to a visitor, and he acknowledged me. He pulls out two DVD's: one is Star Wars and the other is Star Trek. He says "Hey, at the next MPC meet we're gonna watch these." I look at him and his mom questioningly, and say "Yeah.... I don't think so..."

[Wake up.]

[Notes]:
- Yeah, so this dream happened somewhere between 6:30 and 8:12 this morning. I've begun to notice that simply noticing a natural awakening and taking a moment to be conscious really leads to some great dreams afterwards. I guess this is a really great example of the power of WBTB, although it's very minor and there was no lucidity involved.
- After writing this down, I noticed that my recall was quite vague. I still remember WHAT HAPPENED in the dream, just not quite in what order or where.
- I've snipped some stuff out... just remember that when you're reading this, future self!

[Dream begins]:
I might have been on my computer, surfing. There was something about someone who looked an awful lot like Miranda from Mass Effect. I get an urge and go to the bathroom. S hits me up and asks me out to a movie at the mall; currently I'm distracted with other things, but eventually I get to it.

So I'm in the mall, walking around with S, who is holding a bouquet of flowers throughout the whole dream for some reason. We get to this darkly lit, red, low-polygon room maybe 30 feet tall which is at a strange angle to the rest of the mall, and I realized afterwards (and during the dream) that I'd been to this place before. Previously it was at the back of the mall in a dark corner, but it was an arcade in both cases I'm pretty sure. At some point I suddenly teleport to the bathroom where I finish up at this toilet that was actually a sink with a mirror... in the middle of the room. Someone gives me crap about it. Yeah, I don't know.

Meanwhile, S continues to hopelessly/desperately hold the bouquet of flowers and the relationship feels kinda awkward and tense throughout the dream.

[Dream ends...]