lucid

My mom and I were at oak grove when she was startled by a rooster flying about in trees. Some people nearby wondered what we were looking at. My mom thought that we might try to catch it in a net. She swings and misses. The chicken then morphs into an ostrich. It's pretty cute, and my mom and others attempt to usher it into the pickup. It sort of pecks at my face, but I wasn't too worried. In a later fragment, Raychelle was with me as we watched a commercial that featured the ostrich, and I forgot that she had been there. She was a little offended by my not remembering her. She claimed that it had to do with her physique and assured me that she was growing into her pants.

Small fragment behind some mail warehouse. I saw the slot where mama n papa's mail is supposed to go. It was a small slot with both of their signatures. I watched as trainee drivers were practicing going in reverse.

There was a series of huge waves crashing on the shore. I was in a group that was attempting to evade the crashes. The group included Steve and Eric. We eventually caught one of the waves and rode it very far inland.

Last two fragments fit in somewhere just not sure where. They are both lucid fragments. The first took place after parting with my family in some small city. I became lucid while walking and walked to a cute girl and asked her to come with me. She sat down on a bench of some kind and I began to feel her up. Wake up. The other fragment was with a group of women peers who I guess I just had sex with. I could feel my cum on my leg. They were discussing the possibility of a large group sex interaction. I was excited but expressed concern that I would cum to early. I became lucid and walked over to Stephanie, told her this was a dream, and told her we were gonna have sex right then. I remember being aware of how little traction there was and woke up.

I have been using the mantra, "stabilize and guru" for the past week or so in the event of a lucid dream.

I started the dream in my cul-de-sac with Tom and a few others. Out of nowhere, Tom vaporized in a hissing noise. I looked on the ground to see the carapace of a grasshopper. I either thought that he had turned into a dried pepper or had metamorphed into an insect and was still out and about. I began my search for him, but my attempt was complicated by the large number of flying insects and pseudoscorpions in the area. I find Tom in grasshopper form and reconstitute him with water. I guess he morphs back, and my perspective changes to his at this point. I see Ali and ask her to reconstitute me with a hose by my house. She does, but she appears to have been tainted by the process and morphed into a zombie. She mourns the changes. Annie comes over naked and consoles her laying on a blanket with her to cheer her up. I go inside my house to see if my parents can help. My dad is the first I see, and he's invisible from the waist up. I don't understand and continue to the living room where my mom is sitting. She tells me not ask any questions about that and admits that she has some interesting powers like "another 96" which struck me as a strange comment almost like she had a special body part that was causing all of these problems. She justified it by saying that Ali was wearing inappropriate clothing and Tom had committed truancy. I left the house headed towards JM's house where Ali was. I became lucid at this point and realized how useless my pursuit was. I stabilized and was going to seek out a guru. I saw some kids in the neighborhood and asked them if they had any pokemon cards. They did, so I approached and asked for any guru cards. They showed one to me, and it was a beefy fire creature that required 6 energies for its ultimate move. I did not understand the importance and wanted a different card. Daniel and Neil approached and Daniel says that he has the jungle guru card. I asked him to read the top of the card, and he was interrupted by the group, Neil called for silence, and I woke up.

I had another dream in which I retold the events of the prior dream to Thomas and Sarah. I was high at the time, they liked my story, and I left the apartment. I came upon a body of water and wanted to sneak up on someone. When I entered the water, I had trouble swimming, and I thought how foolish it would be to drown while high. I resurfaced and headed back home. I was fly-running, but my reflection only showed normal steps. That perturbed me and I tested flight. I flew on top of the apartment and came down from above, startling the neighbors. That's about it. Good night for dreams.

So, I don't think that I'm connecting two unrelated dreams, but there might be some lapses in the events that take place between them. I was in a large group of peers, and one particular person singled me out in an asshole manner. I, then said that I gave "zero shits" about his comment and stormed off feeling self-righteous.

Then, I began juggling (something that's sort of a new hobby). I started with three balls and had decent success. It was at this point that the dream took a lucid turn. I realized that this would be a perfect place to practice juggling more than three balls. I tried five and failed horribly. However, because I was lucid, I never had to pick up the balls but rather summoned them again in my hands. This repeated for some time until I directed my lucidity towards better things.

I was presented with a large hill with a steep incline that seemed to host a terraced coffee plantation. I pointed at my goal and began to fly. I soared up the hill and began trying to summon a sexual buddy. I humorously kept failing in my expectations with numerous guys who, at first glance, looked like women. Eventually, I settled at the top of the hill for some conversation. I guess I was recognizing how futile my attempts were. This is where some fuzziness lies. I conversed for a while about the nature of this lucid dream, but almost all of the details escape me. I, then, realized that there was a woman in the group and asked if she cared to please me. She said that she did, and we left for a side room. I was aware that I might be losing lucidity due to over-stimulation, but the act was incredible. I kept rubbing my hands and looking at my dream body to stay grounded. Before I climaxed, I woke up in my bed.

My major take-away from this dream is that I need to be a lot more clear in my course of action for future lucid dreams. I think my nonchalance is aiding in my quest, but a little more direction would help me when my creativity fails and I solely seek out sex. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Moderation is key.