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    What Will Lisez Today?

    Pardon my French, but the pun was just too good: "What will he say today" and "What will you read today" in the same sentence!

    1. More Troublesome Fragments

      by , 07-13-2019 at 04:22 PM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      I was standing in the lobby to some kind of school/museum combo (not really too clear on how that worked) where people were being hired to clean up various portions of the building as pseudo-janitors. I somehow got a position doing this and was asked to meet up with the woman who was coordinating the cleanup effort at a certain place at 1:00 PM. The time to go to work drew near, but I got distracted by some people who were setting up a booth from which they would hand out incredibly rare sheet music (for which I've been searching for months in real life) for free and decided to wait for them to finish so I could get some before they ran out. I successfully obtained the music, but it was now 1:30; I didn't really care and decided to just quit the job so I wouldn't have to face being late.

      At some other point, I was watching a movie that I believed had something to do with The X-Files, but was really a mundane high-school fantasy film where the gimmick is that this specific teacher can do magic, resulting in "wacky hijinks." Most of the movie was pretty unremarkable, but then my "old friend" decided to stop by... The teacher announced that everyone in the class was going to switch bodies with someone of the opposite gender for a day; the reason for this was never explained. A "jock" stereotype character wearing a football uniform then looked at a scantily-clad voluptuous "cheerleader" stereotype character and said out loud, "Oh yeah! Make me blonde and busty!" The teacher then switched the two characters' bodies. I became aroused again, with the same annoying end result as last time.

      I am at my wit's end! If I allowed myself to curse, you would be seeing a whole lot of profanity right now... Why do I keep having these dreams, and why are they always tied to cheerleaders and football players specifically? (I've had some more of them than I've recorded here.) The worst part is that these things haunt me during the day as well -- it's very difficult not to be reminded of them whenever I see anything even the remotest bit suggestive (seeing latex balloons has triggered the memory), and their incredible persistence is actually interfering with my ability to think clearly. I'm really not so bothered by the mere fact of having them; it's their impact on my mental clarity that's really frustrating...
    2. A Rather Persistent Fetish

      by , 07-12-2019 at 04:44 AM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      I have been letting my recall atrophy a little too much lately (hopefully I'll get back on track tonight); even so, this particular nugget of memory refused to succumb to the void today along with the rest of the dream it was from. I'm still unsure of whether or not that's a good thing...

      I am taking an orientation tour of a college resembling the one I enrolled at in real life; all I remember about it now is that the campus consisted of a number of grassy fields crossed by wide brick paths (similarly to most other colleges) and that the school colors were blue and white. I see a girl dressed in cheerleading regalia ahead of me on the path; she is facing me and jumping up and down -- or more accurately, she jumps up once and then "pauses" in mid-air as if moving in slow motion. A tour guide next to me explains that it is traditional for all new students at the college to dress up as the opposite sex on the first day -- boys dress as cheerleaders and girls dress as football players. This prospect arouses me considerably (I need a catchphrase for when these kinds of situations inevitably happen), and I begin to fantasize about the upcoming event before waking up to find that I had not been able to "contain my arousal" (so to speak).

      I should really make this "feminization arousal" my prompt to do a RC. It would certainly be more effective than FAs, which I mostly stopped having shortly after I made them my prompt to do a RC -- and if the same thing happens with these kinds of events, so much the better!
    3. Electricity

      by , 07-04-2019 at 01:55 PM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      I was watching an episode of this TV show that used to play when I was really young called The Backyardigans. The characters started off on a journey around the world for some reason, stopping by a large iceberg with magical properties in order to rub themselves against its sloping sides and gain its power. They also re-enacted a Jewish legend involving the prophet Jeremiah (likely conflated with that one where King Solomon locks his daughter in a tower) at some point. I forget where the characters ended up.

      It eventually turned out that I had been watching all this from a hotel room I was sharing with my father, who in this dream was some kind of deadbeat drug addict. It was now time to get ready for bed, which I did over the course of several minutes in a very mundane fashion. I remember waiting for my father, who was now watching TV in my place, to finish up and turn it off so we could go to bed, but I don't think he ever did.

      (Jump) Now we were in a low-ceilinged room where music recitals were being held. My father (whose personality was now totally different) approached a piano with a large piano-like box with a lever in the top to its left and played a really unimpressive piece of music that only required a single finger to play. I looked at the book of exercises he had taken it from and saw that he hadn't even played it correctly. Then he reached over to grab the lever in the top of the other box and started moving it left and right in an erratic manner, and the sound of a viola playing a duet with the exercise began to emerge. I looked back at the music and saw that I had been looking at the wrong exercise, and that he had actually played it perfectly.

      I sat down at a cafe-like table with three other people, all of whom had pale brown skin. This was important because they tried to start a conversation with me about racism. I decided to neutralize the subject by mentioning some of the achievements of black people, the first being that even while enslaved and banned from learning how to read, many had an insanely comprehensive knowledge of the contents of the Bible. I was going to go on, but this seemed to satisfy all in attendance.

      (Jump) I was now in a High School classroom (where's my RC?!) with my old Physics teacher, who was unsurprisingly teaching Physics once again. We had been given a packet of boilerplate safety waivers to fill out prior to coming to class, but I hadn't done it. It was almost time for us to carry out a "dangerous" experiment involving electricity, and so he needed the waivers. First, however, he asked for just the front page of each packet for some other reason, and I handed the entire packet in to be collected. I then realized I still had to fill out the safety waivers, so I arose from my seat, made my way over to the pile of packets, and requested mine back, explaining that I still needed to finish some of it. The teacher grudgingly obliged.

      This transitioned into being in a large bank in Britain where I was "playing the part" of one of those top hat, monocle, and mustache-sporting silent film villains trying to rob it. I snuck down to the vault and rigged some kind of electrical surge to occur that would force the door open, and then I tapped on the striped wallpaper next to it and caused it to turn into a conducting surface reminiscent of redstone in Minecraft. I went upstairs to where this electricity would emerge onto the next floor and saw a porcelain statue of a young Queen Elizabeth and her (nonexistent) older brother, who was wearing a sailor suit, practicing the piano. I tapped on the wallpaper here and a sideways conducting surface appeared to carry the electricity out a window.

      Updated 07-05-2019 at 02:47 AM by 96429

    4. Drunk Driving and Other Pastimes

      by , 07-03-2019 at 03:46 PM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      Drunk Driving

      I was back at High School (where's my RC?!) heading to the final class I had that day, which was Health. However, it seemed to have moved, and I was having trouble finding it within the four minutes allotted for class transitions. Just as I was about to be late, I stumbled across the new "Room 105" -- a large area resembling the central non-store part of a mall with a number of tables and chairs set up as though it were a cafe. Today we were seemingly going to learn about "ways to relieve stress"; these included music, sleep, and beer. Everyone was given a bottle of beer to drink; I had maybe a quarter of it under the impression that it must be non-alcoholic beer before looking to see that it did in fact contain alcohol.

      I somehow ended up driving home (strange because at no point have I ever driven in WL). It was night now, and I had really stupidly decided to bring the unfinished beer with me. Suddenly, a number of cars started driving toward me on both sides of the road, entirely blocking my passage; I now barely comprehended that this was a dream, and so if I were to hit a car going on the wrong side of the road, only a "minor accident" would result and I wouldn't get into much trouble. Then I realized that the police would find the unfinished beer, assume I had been drunk, and sentence me to prison for a few years, so I quickly poured it out all over the car floor. I hit one of the oncoming cars head-on (which didn't damage it at all; it just stopped like a toy car hitting a wall) and kept driving until I was home, where I threw the beer bottle into a pile of bottles in my father's garden.


      I was being driven to a forested park of some sort while carrying a dark green mini-scythe (its head was as long as a golf ball is wide) and another similar implement I forget. My plan was to "harvest" some kind of wild herb with the mini-scythe. I was sitting next to my little brother, who seemed slightly curious about it. The blade looked very blunt, so I thought about feeling it with my index finger to make sure it didn't need sharpening, but I decided against it because if it were sharp, it could slice off my finger.


      My mother had left a parcel of clothing in Buenos Aires (she was confused about what country it was in until I reminded her it was in Argentina) and needed to get it back. However, she could not return to Buenos Aires, so she called the Argentina Postal Service and demanded that they ship her the parcel. Somehow this ended up in me founding a Canada-based shipping company to help out that eventually got a monopoly on shipping worldwide.
    5. Obsessive Transformations

      by , 07-02-2019 at 02:45 PM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      I was in a large wooded area at a public park with my little sister (who is very young) and emerged from the forest onto a large boardwalk across a slow-moving river. There were some people ahead of us who stopped at a large sign with a map on it standing on the opposite shore. When we reached them, they told me they "just wanted to go home"; after looking at the map, I advised them that the wisest course of action would be to just turn back the way they had come. I also saw that a remote island in the middle of the river with a number of unusual natural formations had recently been linked into the boardwalk system, and I decided to go there by going across a second boardwalk parallel to the first, taking a brochure containing a map with me as I went. I began to describe the island to my sister so she wouldn't get bored.

      The boardwalk ended at another area thickly forested with conifers; at some point while we were walking through it, my mother joined us. We emerged from the forest onto a large grassy downward slope with a wide dirt road marked "Washington Toll Road" running down it and a nursing home on the left. I could see a toll booth several hundred feet away that we would apparently have to pay to continue walking, but I didn't have any money. One of the old men at the nursing home somehow sensed my problem and counseled me to turn left and take the free shortcut through the nursing home, which was a narrow brick-paved path with a number of downward stairs in it. The path didn't actually enter the home; it just ran between buildings.

      As we passed through the nursing home, my brother joined us at some point. He noticed a TV in the building playing some kind of boring informational show and commented on the fact that only old people would want to watch it. Eventually we emerged from the shortcut and there was a covered bus stop (?) with a number of theater-style seats all pointing at another TV playing the same show; I commented in turn that nobody would want to sit out there just to watch TV.

      We finally arrived at our destination, a huge brick "subway station" apparently built on the island decades ago. My brother was no longer present, but my sister and mother were. The path led onto a balcony in an atrium a few floors above the part of the station where the trains ran, and the only way down seemed to be to jump across the atrium onto a slightly lower balcony. Since this was now Minecraft for some reason, I decided to try to jump, but I glanced off the edge of the second balcony and fell the entire distance to the bottom. At first, I thought I still had half a heart of health left, but it turns out the game was just lagging and I was supposed to have died, which I did.

      I saw the Minecraft death screen overlaid on top of the station and asked my mother for her Minecraft username so I could teleport to her and not have to waste time getting to the station again. She didn't know what I meant by "username" and first gave me her real name, and then her password, and finally her username ("Naomi" or something, which happens to be my sister's name in Gaelic). After some haziness, I found myself in a small gray-walled room with two young women (probably around 20 years old)
      who informed me that I had the power to transform myself in various ways and that they needed me to help them out using this power. They held up a pink stone sphere several feet in diameter with a small mousehole-like doorway in its lower left surface and another opening in its upper left surface. There was a miniature toy car protruding from the upper opening.

      The girls told me I needed to shrink myself down so I could enter the hole and unclog the upper entrance; they had tried a variety of methods to remove the toy car, but all of them had failed. Instead, I had a better idea; if I could transform into anything, why not try to turn into a woman now? (Here we go again...) I focused intently on my chest (I was abruptly shirtless) and tried to will it to swell up, but all that happened was that my left breast grew to about the size of a baseball. It appeared very stiff and veiny. I put my hand on it and squeezed, but the sensation wasn't noticeably different from how squeezing my chest normally feels, and the area reverted back immediately.

      After having failed, I tried to actually complete the mission and shrink myself down, but I couldn't get my perspective to change; instead, I became a DO and watched... myself?... enter the hole. However, I soon left, because it was clogged with toy cars all the way through and I couldn't make any progress. I went back into first person, took another toy car from somewhere, and shoved it into the lower hole, saying something about "quantum entanglement" in the process; this resulted in all of the cars pouring out of the top hole, satisfying the girls, who soon left.

      The scene changed; I was now a DO following a boy of about ten years of age around what looked to be a shopping mall. The boy desperately wanted to become Santa Claus and tried a variety of methods in order to experience what being Santa Claus would be like, mainly involving dressing up like Santa Claus and saying "Ho ho ho!" and "Merry Christmas!" to random people. Eventually he began to despair that his wish would never be realized and stood sadly by a large chessboard in the floor with a number of life-size crystalline statues on it in various colors of the rainbow. One of the statues suddenly moved, creating a "mystical alignment" between them all that opened a hidden trapdoor beneath the boy's feet and dropped him down into a subterranean chamber.

      In the chamber was a pale green levitating creature with four arms but no legs and an elongated head and torso. The creature offered to transform the boy into Santa Claus "for real," which he assented to after a warning about "being careful what you wish for." The boy suddenly disappeared; it wasn't clear whether he had been sent to the North Pole or whether he had been erased from existence because Santa Claus doesn't actually exist. I quickly approached the creature and asked it to turn me into a woman (sigh...), which it seemed to attempt to do but failed. The scene abruptly shifted to looking at an online forum about dreaming (not this one, unfortunately) in hopes of figuring out why the creature had been unable to transform me.

      Updated 07-02-2019 at 02:57 PM by 96429

      non-lucid , memorable
    6. Cosmic Whirlpool

      by , 07-01-2019 at 04:42 AM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      I was standing on top of a hill and looking up at the night sky, where there was a very strange phenomenon occurring. There was a thing that appeared to be a large hollow cylinder of vividly bright blue translucent liquid that was rotating counterclockwise around the central hole (but not like a whirlpool -- the structure always stayed in the same position and was the same width at all points). The thickness of the tube walls was about a quarter of the diameter of the hole, and their surface was wavy like that of flowing water. The end of the tube was rotated around 20 or 30 degrees to the left away from me, and near the end closer to me, at about 1 or 2 o'clock, there was a single bright star submerged in the liquid. It didn't disturb the flow of the liquid at all because it was an infinitely small point of light, but I somehow "felt" the force the liquid was exerting on the star as one would feel the force the water in a bowl exerts on a hand mixer. This whole thing was very large -- much larger than the moon would have been if it were present.

      I looked on in awe for a while before wondering what the beautiful liquid could possibly be -- surely it had to be a cosmic substance of great power. If only I could go up there and bring some back! Someone standing nearby (probably a generic "scientist") bluntly told me that "we'll never know what it is," but I half-remembered that astronomers often use emission spectra to identify the components of nebulae and other similar structures and told him something about being able to use "photon emissions" to identify the substance. Shortly thereafter the dream dissolved; I vaguely remember something about playing an online game that withheld certain content until 48 days after the first playthrough and had a lot of exploitative microtransactions coming after it, but that dream has been mostly forgotten.
    7. The Aeneid

      by , 06-30-2019 at 04:41 AM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      I was trying to memorize the Aeneid for some reason. I opened up a Latin copy of it and flipped through some tedious introductory notes that sounded like they had been written in the Roman Empire but were really only a few years old before reaching the Latin text. I planned to translate each line as I read it, but I got bogged down trying to scan the first one, which I believed read "Arma virumque cano qui primo ex litoribus Troiae." Through dream-logic I was able to make up some nonsense about an "elision" between "primo" and "ex" that took out the m in "primo" as well because the Romans nasalized final m's (not true in this case). It also appeared that the editors of the text had made a monumental error and substituted "choiae" for "Troiae," and I began to doubt the accuracy of the copy.

      I awoke standing next to my bed with some kind of small blanket or scarf wrapped around my head and neck. I went to pull my underwear up, but it was too tight, prompting me to do a RC. Guess what happened next... Double vision! I tried to focus exclusively on my eyes and will each field of vision to move so that they aligned properly, but the scarf I was wearing made it difficult to see much. I pulled it off and noticed a bust in the shape of a jackal's head mounted on the wall where there is no such thing in WL. I decided to give up on the vision issue for a moment and try to make the bust come to life, but I didn't really believe it would, so it remained inert. I awoke shortly thereafter.
    8. It Is a Yonic Symbol!

      by , 06-29-2019 at 04:39 AM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      I was on vacation for the past few days. I didn't expect to have any LD activity over that time, but I ended up unintentionally getting a strange DILD, which went as follows.

      I was watching a Looney Tunes-style cartoon about a... thing?... wearing an old-fashioned diving suit (very reminiscent of the Big Daddies from BioShock) that was menacing some animals that lived in the Arctic for some reason. The helmet, which was solid and did not actually contain anything, could open and close like Pac-Man's mouth, which the thing did a few times in order to laugh evilly. Eventually, a white seal, who looked very similar to the seals from the movie Romeo and Juliet: Sealed with a Kiss, decided to "take down" the thing and climbed out of the ocean and up a sheer cliff in an impossible manner to where the thing was standing. The seal jumped at it and pulled it down into the ocean, where it presumably died.

      I awoke in my hotel room shortly after sunrise. The sun was streaming into the room through a roughly elliptical gap between the two curtains, and there was an empty bed to my left, but otherwise the room was unremarkable. I somehow remembered to do a noseplug RC and discovered to my surprise that I could still breathe. Immediately thereafter, I began seeing double (or perhaps triple) and simultaneously got the urge to turn myself into a girl once again. Knowing that that had ended poorly last time, I managed to ignore the urge and tried to stabilize the dream.

      I tried rubbing my hands along the covers of the bed I was in, but that did nothing to improve my vision. Rubbing them together was equally ineffective, and to make matters worse, an unknown force was now drawing me down into the gap between the two beds, which now seemed bottomless. Fortunately, I managed to pull the covers of the bed along with me so that they draped over the gap and stopped me from being pulled any further. From this angle, I looked back at the gap between the curtains and saw that it looked distinctly yonic, which prompted me to think (and possibly say) a few times: "It is a yonic symbol! It is a yonic symbol!"

      I soon realized that I had accidentally become fixated on the primal urge to transform into a girl, which I almost did without thinking before stopping myself just in time; the desire was beginning to warp the dream in order to draw my attention to it and force me to indulge it. I needed to act quickly in order to stabilize the dream, but I only remembered one more viable technique: spinning. I somehow managed to drag myself up onto the bed, stand up on it, and spin around a few times. This unfortunately caused me to wake up immediately.

      Paging Dr. Freud...

      Updated 07-02-2019 at 05:08 AM by 96429

      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening
    9. Breaking the Rules

      by , 06-21-2019 at 04:38 AM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      Haunted House

      I was in a "haunted house" playing a game where I had to find several items (I forget what they were) with my little brother. However, a living Santa Claus figurine would chase us throughout the house and try to stop us. If the figurine were injured enough, it would split into two smaller versions of itself; once this had happened three times, each eighth of the original figurine could be destroyed successfully. My little brother managed to destroy most of the figurine in one go by slamming a flaming piece of wood into it, lighting it on fire, then digging a small hole in the floor so it could fall into the lava-filled basement of the house.

      Free Navel Orange

      I was at a "food fair" (essentially an open-air supermarket) on the roof of my old High School. For some reason I didn't have any classes after the visit to the food fair, so I decided to stay up there and try to pick up some free fruit off the floor. I noticed an ugli fruit (which I identified as a "mandarin orange") precariously balanced on the edge of a stand; as I drew near it, it fell to the ground and began rolling away. I chased after it, and it ended up leading me to the closed door to an indoor portion of the fair before somehow disappearing into it. I opened the door and tried to look for it, but there was no trace left of it; on the other hand, the impact created by the closing door knocked a kumquat (which I thought was a "navel orange") onto the floor. I was able to catch it just before it fell down an emergency drain installed in case a flood were ever to occur.

      A group of people calling themselves the "board of advisors" suddenly entered the room and were talking amongst themselves about how nobody had ever stayed in the fair after-hours before, but that if someone were to do so, it would be necessary to check them for stolen property. They then noticed me and demanded for me to return the kumquat I was carrying, but I told them about how it had been on the floor and would have rolled down a drain if not for the fact that I had caught it. The board required more evidence and asked for my authorization for them to review the security camera footage of me in order to find out what had really happened; I assented, but they accidentally wrote my middle name on the footage release waiver instead of my last, leading to them being unable to view the footage until I told them of the error and they corrected it.

      I began to squeeze the kumquat more tightly for some reason, causing its rind to crack in several places. Before the board of advisors had a chance to look over the footage, the dream transitioned into some kind of weird dystopia where anyone over the age of 60 was loaded onto a giant ship and sent out into the middle of the ocean to die. I was in a car driving by a number of these ships; the driver (my father) was on his way to rescue some people off of one of them. This dystopia was apparently going to actually happen in the near future.
    10. Shooting in School

      by , 06-20-2019 at 04:37 AM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      I was with two people I believed to be my father and my brother (but who looked totally different) in a school gymnasium at the bottom of a stairway. We had been assigned to stand guard for a group of teenagers who would enter the gymnasium with guns and try to kill us; our job was to shoot them first. We had a few random "gadgets" to help us, like some electric motorcycles, but we never ended up using them. Most of the arriving teenagers looked as though they had brightly-colored paint all over them and carried a rifle in one hand and a shotgun in the other.

      This was something like a video game, so people were able to withstand a few shots before going down. I got shot a few times attempting to use the weak handguns we had been given to neutralize the arriving gunmen, so the next time one entered the room, I grabbed his rifle by the muzzle and tried to pull it out of his hand. He resisted but correspondingly loosened his grip on the shotgun, which I took from him easily. After some brief confusion about how to use the shotgun, I shot him a few times and he disappeared.

      Eventually the student council arrived to set up some sort of sporting event involving a large number of rubber balls in various sizes. They also hung plastic yellow stars from a horizontal metal rod above us. One of the student council members was an Asian girl with no eyes -- the skin of her face continued smoothly over the sockets. After a minute or so, the gunmen started appearing again, but in order not to pop any of the rubber balls, they decided to kick and throw the balls around instead of shooting. There was much merriment.
    11. Books Old and New

      by , 06-19-2019 at 04:36 AM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      I am reading a part of the Canterbury Tales that I don't recognize. It purports to be the "Man of Law's Tale," but is totally different to the actual Man of Law's Tale; it mostly consists of a bloated prologue in which the Man of Law addresses a former soldier who fought the Dutch in the Isles of Shoals (?) and tells him how bad war is. There is an accompanying map of the Isles of Shoals which is far larger than the rest of the pages, but I fail to notice the discrepancy.

      My mother then tells me she wants to read a different book together so we can discuss it. I decide to fulfill her request and go out to our living room, where she hands me a copy of the book. It is a book-length essay on another book about the Russian Revolution. I ask her why she would ever want to read such a thing, to which she replies that "it's exciting to see people break from tradition." I remind her that breaking with tradition almost always has negative results, but this doesn't have much of an effect on her.

      The TV is on in the background, and I notice a large number of commercials for Scooby-Doo playing consecutively. The commercials mostly consist of various characters wandering around in the same old spooky mansion and stumbling into a dark back room with a bunch of organ pipes in it. The entrance to the room appears to be through a large black void with organ pipes running up and down to infinity, in which the characters fall to the right until they reach the room.
    12. I Wish... I Hadn't Done That

      by , 06-18-2019 at 04:34 AM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      I am in a mall-like complex of stores and have somehow gained access to three wishes, which are to be granted by a magical swarm of talking bees. Since I have no capacity for rational thought, I waste the first two wishes on mundane items (a book and some kind of food). As I make my third and final wish, for a large amount of honey, I find myself thinking, "Why did I wish for that? This is a dream -- I could have wished for something far better!" Now lucid, I do a noseplug RC to confirm dreaming but forget to pause so I can rise beyond low-level lucidity, instead chasing after the swarm and trying to catch up with them before they get the honey so I can change my wish. At some point I lose lucidity.

      I somehow end up atop a large gray cliff face, beyond which is an infinitely deep black abyss. There are a number of people with me dressed in clothing reminiscent of Dragon Ball Z, and it seems I am to have a duel to the death with someone; whoever falls off the edge of the cliff loses. I win the duel (I forget whom it was against or how I won), but then another opponent wearing distinctively Van-like shoes spontaneously appears at the edge of the cliff and demands to duel with someone else. At this point I am on my hands and knees and fear that getting up may cause me to fall, so I ask someone behind me to grab my feet and pull me backwards. I raise my arms as I move and knock the new opponent off-balance, but he somehow manages to retain a hold on the cliff face. There were some short sticks painted red on one end and blue on the other end, but I forget what they were for.

      I wake up in bed and immediately notice that one of my teeth is loose. IWL there's a place in my mouth where two teeth partially overlap that I fear may one day force one of the teeth to fall out. As my tongue lightly brushes against it, it is yanked out of my mouth and falls into my hand. The tooth is surprisingly large, about the size of a sunflower seed. This whole ordeal is strange and a little frightening, so I do a noseplug RC -- but for some reason, I find I can't breathe! Must not be a dream, then... right? I call my mother into the room to break the news to her and say something about "measuring one of my teeth" before showing her the one that fell out. She points out that at least now I won't have to worry about it falling out anymore.

      At some point I find myself on the outskirts of a city before a huge abandoned fish-processing plant built out of brick and in the Greek Revival style. I want to explore it, but the city looks quite unsafe, and there could well be criminals hiding out in the ruins. I switch to being a DO and get some sweeping fly-through shots of the plant; my viewpoint travels through the arcade comprising its outer wall into a large courtyard with some pillars and fountains in it. As this is happening, I wake up.
    13. Recurring False Awakening

      by , 06-17-2019 at 04:33 AM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      I had an inordinate deal of trouble getting to sleep last night... for some reason, I was insanely excited to LD, far beyond the motivation I normally feel, and so my heart was racing and I couldn't go to sleep. I tried every trick I knew -- reading, mentally reciting various text, meditating, random yoga poses, etc. -- but my body refused to relax in any way. I eventually fell asleep sometime around 4 AM, over four hours after I had gotten in bed.

      I awoke in my bed facing the wall and tried to turn around but found I couldn't move. I felt a strange burning/throbbing sensation in the back of my head. I was eventually able to turn my head painfully slowly towards the rest of my room, and after a minute or so, I was finally able (with considerable difficulty) to rise from my bed and walk towards the door to my room. Before I could reach the door, I "awoke" back in bed again. This repeated at least twenty times; in the dream I seemed to think that by the end I had been through the ordeal four hundred times at least.

      When I finally "woke up" for good within the dream, I found myself in a large single-room house with an assortment of relatives I barely ever see: my maternal grandparents, my uncle, and my old High School History Teacher (not a relative, but she was there for some reason). A few of my siblings were also there. We talked about some mundane topics for a few minutes. Then something happened involving a woman who had engaged in "activism" of some sort by making a video game about freeing animals from zoos. But this was all cut short when...

      I had the recurring FA again! It happened at least another ten times, all the way up to the possible seventy-six I believed had happened within the dream. On one of the FAs toward the end of the cycle, I grabbed hold of a chair in my room as I got up and knocked it over, hearing the loud sound it made as it hit the floor, and said to myself, "That's proof that I'm up for real this time!" It was not, since I rapidly went back to the FA. The worst part was that I didn't do even a single RC, owing to the dream-paralysis that made me unable to...
    14. Prisons

      by , 06-16-2019 at 04:32 AM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      After a large portion of the dream that I forget, I found myself in a large complex of prison-like factories operated by what appeared to be a sentient rat. The rat wanted me to "break in" to a nearby recycling plant by destroying one of its windows, since he was too small to do it himself. The plant looked like a single huge conveyor belt onto which recyclable items were dumped, and the window in question was on the rear wall just above a second-floor balcony. I did what he wanted; he immediately appeared beside me and used some sort of advanced technology to link the window opening in a wormhole-like manner to the rest of his complex, thanking me for providing him access to recyclable materials.

      Some time later, I was assigned to build a prison cell as some sort of examination, and I was brought into an actual prison in order to select an inmate to build the cell for. I chose a thief who turned out to be "the only Native American man in the prison," according to the warden, named "Wiki" (pronounced "weekee"). Since he was nonviolent, I was allowed into the same room as him, though of course he still couldn't leave the prison.

      Now the building looked as if it were in Minecraft, but all of the people continued to appear as they previously had. I set about building a small cell and learned as I was doing so that Wiki had a bizarre, addiction-like fascination with music -- if he ever heard it, he was uncontrollably drawn towards its source. He also told me that his spirit animal was "a bird" (never specified which), for which reason he wore a wing-like cape at all times. Eventually the cell was completed, but Wiki refused to enter it, so I got a miniature radio of some sort, turned it on, and placed it in the cell, causing him to walk into it, whereupon the door closed and he was locked inside.
    15. Fake WILD, Real LD

      by , 06-15-2019 at 04:31 AM (What Will Lisez Today?)
      I am at High School (where's my RC?!) on the second-to-last day of school. Band class has just ended and it's time for me to say goodbye to my longtime Band teacher. I walk up to him and try to shake his hand but find that my shirt sleeve is long and thin and that my hand is unusually moist, causing it to stick within the sleeve and making it nearly impossible to get my hand out far enough. IRL my hands are infamously bone-dry. I eventually manage and apologize for taking so long, but he dismisses the apology as unnecessary. Then someone starts playing "Jack in the Box" by Thomas S. Allen (piece written in 1900 -- I've listened to it a few times IWL) on a nearby piano.

      I leave the classroom thinking that it's the end of the school day while simultaneously heading towards French class because that's the next class I would normally have if the day weren't ending there. The fact that this is a contradiction escapes me, but I do get to thinking about what class I'll actually end the year on and find that it is Psychology. This thought was probably responsible for what happened next.

      I suddenly wake up sometime in the middle of the night -- though I think it might have been as late as 6:00 AM according to a dream-clock. I had set an intention before falling asleep at all to wake up at some point so I could try to WILD, and this seems to be my opportunity. I reposition myself in bed so that I'm the most relaxed I can possibly be, close my eyes, and wait for the HI, sort of getting sidetracked into SSILD somewhere along the way. The HI arrives startlingly quickly -- and soon my eyes are forced open as an unknown force pushes me involuntarily out of my bed, causing me to cry out in surprise, and dumps me on the floor. I somehow remember to do a noseplug RC just in case -- and it works!

      Now at this point I was only low-level lucid, and that was the most lucid I ever got. The dream immediately seemed unstable, so I felt the covers of my bed for a minute and it stabilized. However, my vision was still weirdly blurry and unfocused, a common attribute of the FAs I have in general -- I wear glasses IWL, and my brain probably thinks "I'm not wearing my glasses yet, so of course my vision must be blurry." Fortunately, my glasses were sitting on a table by my bed just as they usually are, so I put them on and the blurriness mostly subsided. The problem was that there was some sort of "tactical overlay" on the left lens of the glasses, and I started to think that a spy agency wanted me to do something. Would I follow the dream-narrative again and lose lucidity?

      Fortunately not -- I began to wonder if I could put my finger through the palm of my other hand, as is commonly suggested, and smacked them together at full speed expecting the finger to go through. It did not. I focused intently on the fact that my hand was now incorporeal and tried again. It still didn't work, but now I had trouble seeing my hands as well. Because my lucidity was so low, I couldn't actually remember any of my dream goals; instead, I stupidly decided to use my limited awareness to indulge a desire I've been trying very hard IWL to manage -- namely, to feel what being a girl would feel like. The main thrust behind this desire, so far as I've been able to determine, is autoerotic in nature.

      I was inexplicably naked now, which made my "task" easy. I pointed at a "certain part" of my body (the one that was doing all of the thinking at the moment) and willed it to collapse inwards, which it surprisingly did, but in an extremely slow and unrealistic "inverting" manner, leaving behind a cylindrical hole as it did so. This proved to be my downfall; the end of it rubbed against the interior of the hole as it moved inwards, arousing me sufficiently that I awoke for real, still very much aroused, at about 7:00 AM.

      The induction method was truly strange, but at least I was lucid... though it seems I'll have to work on achieving higher-level lucidity and remembering my dream goals before I can do much with that.
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