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    I wasn't originally planning to write anything here, but I wanna brag about my name
    1. First and foremost, "Meiseki" (明晰) means "lucid" in Japanese.
    2. But written as 冥関, it can mean sooo much more (if you stretch it). "Invisible barrier," "divine gate," "underworld," "link between life and death," "secret connection," et cetera. This spelling is my favorite.
    3. Found another one, 迷関! Put it into Google Translate/DeepL and it means "labyrinth," "stalemate," and "stumbling block."

    MeiSEKAI is a pun on that, since "sekai" (世界) means world. It's also a nice parallel to the realms in ProSeka, a game I like. But that's not all:
    1. Written as 冥世界, it really does mean underworld/netherworld, though the "世" is left out.
    2. And as 名世界, it can mean "famous world" or "great world."

    Kanji is pretty cool, huh?

    1. Comp Nights 9 to 14 - Short and Nonsensical Dreams

      by , 09-16-2023 at 08:54 PM (MeiSEKAI)
      I actually meant to publish this yesterday but couldn't finish I hate school.

      Night 9

      Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
      An anime boy and I were steering clear of a grizzly bear. At some point my dad rolled down a hill with a cat and they landed directly in its warm embrace.

      Eventually the anime boy turned into Z, and he fell and got a scratch on his foot. Nile sniffed it and I pushed him aside, intending to put blood in the wound (literally), but Z put on his shoes before I could. Then he said something unclear, and I told him, "You should communicate better."

      He started getting emotional about some (false) time I didn't tell him about a cliff edge. My mom sided with him but I laughed in their faces. She was so distressed about my bad attitude she got up, backed me into a corner, and slapped the "camera" while screaming.
      It woke me up. Unknown time WBTB.

      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      Plot1: I was reading a book in the hallway between my room and my dad's when some random guy came up the stairs. He must have opened a door because I asked him to close it, but he left without saying a word. My dad came out of his room and closed it, then brought it to my attention that S was spamming me. Something about a dolphin show and slippers.

      The book I was reading looked like a CD App [I remember the book but idk what I meant]. I had read it before and knew the whole story. The main character was on a quest to obtain some sentimental candy... and at some point a creepy old guy got involved.

      Plot2: A bunch of anthropomorphic animals were illegally climbing a building. They got caught and scattered, a young koala hiding inside a sewer drain. He felt depressed about the whole thing, and when his brother found him and sighed, he fled deeper into the sewer in shame.

      At the bottom was a splatter of blood, and in the corner of his eye he saw a creepy girl standing above him. Quickly he ran back up and told his brother. A floating, pale face came around the corner and they ran out of the sewer, grabbing a bottle of face lotion and a slipper on their way out.

      The brother suggested they speak gently to it, and while they did so they shoved its severed foot in the slipper and poured all the lotion on it. By then the face had disappeared.

      Dream #3 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      I fixed a graphic design.

      Night 10

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Dream about music… I was good? Played a "combo…" When I woke up at 4:07 my mom was in the room and Z was leaving for his club. WBTB.

      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      I was swimming in a pool by myself, repeatedly sinking to the bottom and considering drowning myself. The water looked only slightly off, and everything was vivid.

      At some point Z came in and we messed around, but he took it too far so I left. He followed me out and I said, "You might not remember this, but I came here to be alone, _not_ with you." There may have been a background track screaming "OHHHH" but I'm not sure.

      We went into the bathroom and his thermos spilled all over the floor. My body looked disturbingly different, but I didn't know how to react so I said nothing.
      6:05 WBTB.

      Night 11

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      J&L and I were playing guitar. There was something about a "small Am chord" in "real life" vs "earlier"? 4:00 WBTB.

      Dream #2 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: Person played guitar. Was considered an amateur "because of graduation," but was actually good. Played "G2" chord.

      Frag2: Took up a huge portion of the dream. J and her mom and I were going out somewhere.

      Night 12

      Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
      Interesting setting, a museum of some sort. Felt underrepresented by (illegible) and then not. J and I passed the food court, and I really wanted milkshakes but we were already in the checkout line.

      Somehow I ended up in my school, and the person in front of me was wearing a hoodie with pictures of famous rappers carrying bunnies. Some snuggled up to them, some placed them on their heads, some held them by the scruffs of their necks with a disgusted expression. It depended on their personality.

      Later A.M. was questioning me, calling me "funky" while I skipped. I stopped and said, "That's galloping! Are you a horse, A.M.?" as a joke and she and K and I laughed. Then S and I ended up in the "woods rainbow" somehow.
      4:20 WBTB.

      Dream #2 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      People dancing. Someone said, "There's no way that silly little figure is Willy Wonka!"

      Night 13

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Guy pretending to (illegible) with Ms. B. I "acorded" her in the valleys.

      Dream #2 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Flashes. "Sis Dore." Middle school. Mr. N. Something about bears as a nickname.

      Dream #3 (Lucid):
      Boy reassured people that "they were not split," in response to a girl's question. Later watching some weird BL anime about guys training to be actors/mages. At the end Ash Ketchum flew in on a broom, and Ginga from Beyblade was involved somehow.

      Random false awakening. I started writing down the earlier part of the dream, when I heard my mom say my name. I assumed it was a hypnopompic hallucination, but for some reason I felt unsettled.

      I sat up, the motion feeling unusually floaty and robotic, and looked out at the rest of my room. It seemed off somehow, and there were two dark orbs hovering in the air, small enough to mistake for a trick of the eye.
      I thought, Wait a minute, could this be a dream?, did a nose-plug RC to make sure, and it worked effortlessly!

      Maybe it was a self-fulfilling prophecy, but I sensed that I didn't have much time. I flew down from my bed, in this weird, conveyor-belt style of flying. It was hard to maneuver myself in the window's direction, and I nearly flew through the wall out of impatience, but eventually I managed to orient myself and phase through the window.

      What's next? What's next? Controlling a DC? I looked around for one, but couldn't see very well.
      Then I woke up.

      It felt short and uneventful, but at least I gained a decent amount of points for the competition

      Night 14

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      There was a club for silent people, and another for another type of people, which were the main focus, but I can't remember what it was.

      Dream #2 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: "Clueless girls" were watching a romance show. In response to one line they squealed, "Oh, that was so good!" Another girl agreed but was a bit disappointed, since she was rooting for the GL couple.

      Frag2: In a bookstore like Barnes & Noble, looking for the Owari no Seraph light novels.

      Night 9:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x2) - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
      Added: 4.5 points
      Previous sum: 90.5 points
      Sum: 95 points

      Night 10:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
      Added: 3.5 points
      Previous sum: 95 points
      Sum: 98.5 points

      Night 11:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream - 1 points
      Added: 3.5 points
      Previous sum: 98.5 points
      Sum: 102 points

      Night 12:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
      Added: 3.5 points
      Previous sum: 102 points
      Sum: 105.5 points

      Night 13:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x2) - 1 point
      DILD - 10 points
      Reality Check - 1 point
      Fly - 5 points
      Fully Phase through Big Solid Object + Second Chosen Task - 20 points
      Added: 39 points
      Previous sum: 105.5 points
      Sum: 144.5

      Night 14:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
      Library Theme (a bookstore counts right?) - 5 points
      Sum: 8.5 points
      Previous sum: 144.5 points

      Comp total: 153 points

      That's all, folks!
    2. Comp Nights 3 to 8 - Apocalyptic Worlds and Stress

      by , 09-10-2023 at 04:05 AM (MeiSEKAI)
      Finally got time to type this up. Great news, a couple days ago I was telling my friend S how to have a lucid dream, and that very night they had their first one! I feel so accomplished

      Night 3

      Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: Taking something similar to IB tests, but all of them combined.

      Frag2: Screenshotting A's (illegible) vdeo a bunch of times. Laughing really hard.

      Woke at 3:10 and WBTB.

      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      Incredibly stressful dream. I was doing the SAT again, but it was online at home and I couldn't log in. I was very distressed over this for some reason, screaming and crying and hitting myself, but no one cared. In fact, my parental units scornfully dismissed and perhaps even blamed me.

      I continued crying until 8:00 pm when time was up. The distribution of my time spent on each section popped up on the screen, even though I had been stuck on the sign-in screen the whole time. I screamed that my parents didn't care about or understand me and my mom was like, "Oh, you think you have misunderstood problems? Do you wanna hear my problems?"

      I said yes and she grabbed Nile's ear and stabbed her fingernail into it [I actually saw a mark there IWL the day before]. I shouted in shock, grabbing her wrist to stop her.

      Later I posted online about my "panda" in Japanese and someone was confused; I explained that Nile vaguely resembled a panda.
      4:20 WBTB.

      Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
      I was telling people about my SAT dream, in an apocalyptic world with J and some random guy and eventually my ex. The random guy kept messing with my Chromebook, saying it was "cruel" of me not to charge it for him. He was annoying but manageable, so we didn't get rid of him. At some point we went out to find something and left a note so he wouldn't freak out.

      Later texted a Japanese friend on LINE, who said he would show me his "last place" in volleyball.
      7:35 WBTB.

      Dream #4 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: Post-apocalyptic world where I was worried about my dreams. Grades were involved somehow. Talking about someone's mom and the difference between two things.

      Frag2: Got an ad claiming Wattpad caused hair growth, tiredness, blurry eyes, poor posture, et cetera. Drugs "more prone to coffee-vomit," according to Wiki. Searched something up on YouTube.
      This dream was so unhinged. 8:10 WBTB.

      Night 4

      Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: Someone hated bubbles, tried to be eco-friendly by discovering them online(?), but got mocked instead. Pre-K teacher with 76 students tried to defend them, and the one doing the mocking said "Scary." (She was kind of a Karen).

      Frag2: I was sifting through worn-out books from my dad's generation to find the meaning of life.
      4:00 WBTB.

      Dream #2 (Fragment):
      Person was trying to share their interests but kept getting shut down. 5:00 WBTB.

      Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
      Dramatic story about a kid who was separated from his mom at a very young age and never grew taller. He made friends on a snowy mountain by grabbing their sled and hopping on. Later he found out his mom was alive (I, as the NEO, was unimpressed with this development). They exchanged souls for a short time; hers resided in a horse tail, and his in a candle.

      A day passed and I became him. I'd grown taller, but she couldn't even tell! Z also invited me to play Minecraft to grind for something, as it was the last day of an event.
      5:30 WBTB.

      After that I kept drifting off and waking up again every 10 minutes. Had multiple dreams about alarms (there were none) and false awakenings. In one of them Z forced N to get up and come downstairs with him, but when I woke up N was in bed and Z wasn't even home. It was incredibly realistic, so I was surprised. Had to get up for school at 6:15.

      Night 5

      Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: Featured a celebrity named Awami, whom people were absolutely obsessed with.

      Frag2: Left my my books in a classroom.

      Frag3: I was in a class doing activities, one of which was to make new friends. I joined a group of three, and another person came over to ask questions. When they left I said, "Sayonara and congrats, you now have three friends."
      4:20 WBTB.

      Dream #2 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: A girl was writing a positive energy book.

      Frag2: In my house but more apocalyptic. There was a strange dog on the steps, and I encouraged it to sniff me.
      This dream was really long but I couldn't quite remember it Woke at 6:15.

      Night 6

      Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: A and I had different (illegible). I tried to show how the traits we shared should mean we shared that too but (illegible).

      Frag2: At some point we were sitting in class, and at another point J and I were in a car, and there was some BL plot, then it was my (illegible) and I was like "I don't needa park I'm a safe driver" or something and J called me an idiot.

      Dream #2 (Lucid):
      Plot1: Was in something similar to a program I did over the summer. Some girl put makeup on me, much to my discomfort, and for some reason there were clothes on the table. When I got home, two nerds were in the process of leaving when my mom asked them about signing up for colleges not listed on Common App. In response they gave her a HUGE booklet, like the size of It by Stephen King.

      Plot2: L sent a pic of me floating upside down in the air on my bike. I assumed she edited it and responded with something vaguely depressing.

      Plot3: There was a tick on my stomach. I asked my mom to get it off for me, but it crawled off, apparently not having bitten yet. (Though it was engorged and there was a dark spot on my skin). I chased it in the dark, asking, "Should I kill it?!"

      She said yes, so I raised a fist, but then she shouted for me to stop because it would run away (it was surprisingly fast). The whole time I had been wondering why she was acting so weird, and right before the dream dissolved from stress,
      I thought, "Oh, I see. This is a dream." Unknown time WBTB.

      Dream #3 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: Was looking at a painting of a girl about to punch another girl, but deciding not to because she didn't want to bloody her fists.

      Frag2: The world was ending. That's all I remember.
      Woke at 6:15.

      Night 7:

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      When I woke from this dream, it felt like I had been asleep for years. Doctors were murdering part-time workers, lighting their hats on fire. One seemed particularly without empathy, and I liked her.

      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      Possible side plot about boy and girl riding a train.

      Main plot: I was doing SAT work. My mom said I had to finish it in one day; she kept nagging me. Walking home from school, I saw a bunch of Ramune marbles and picked them up. My car passed by, my familial unit going on a trip without me, so I had to run after them by foot.

      When I finally caught up and found them in a cave-like area, I yelled, "Why do you always drive away without me?! I had to run to catch up!"

      Z just made fun of me, so I turned around and left without saying a word. I hopped some stones across a river and climbed a short rock wall, my mom chasing me from behind.

      "You need to do your work," she said when she reached me. "What you're doing right now doesn't look like work. If you score in the top 10, you can go to a good college. Why is a passing score so low… 3.5 GPA is acceptable in this country!!!" With a manic smile on her face, she started banging her head against the wall.

      "Stop! Stop!" I yelled. "There are 330 million people, of course the average isn't going to be that high! Stop banging your head!"

      She turned around and started talking about work again, and I sobbed, "Why do you hate me?!" trying desperately to control her with the NEO, but it wasn't working. It's only with this tyrant version of her that it is completely ineffective.

      She grinned sweetly. "Because you inspire me [to hate you]."

      Woke at an unknown time. After that I had another dream, but I don't remember it at all.

      Night 8:

      Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
      I don't know how, but I went to sleep at 12:00 a.m. and woke up at 12:20 a.m. with a dream. I would think it's REM rebound, but it's not like I'm sleep deprived. Well, I guess I am compared to the amount I was getting over the summer. I don't know.

      I was in the basement with Z, and he mentioned something that made me want to watch a horror movie. With a grin hiding his fear, he said, "Leave, then!"

      "You leave!" I shot back.
      Woke at unknown time and WBTB.

      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      Plot1: I was with K and J. Something they said upset me, so I went quiet. They were trying to (illegible), so I went to S's house, perhaps planning to do work. I stood there not intending to go in or even knock, but I was spotted and they opened the door. Nile ran out for some reason, but I caught him.

      In the parking lot a little girl was being bullied by an older boy—I think he had stolen her basketball/football. Nile was barking at them so I let him go. (Actually, it was only implied I let him go; this scene instantly changed from one to the next.) He barked at the boy and freed the ball, then lay down all cute for the little girl.

      Plot2: I was a writer for some weird publishing team. S was in a different one and I found their book online. It featured me committing suicide and was rated "the least printed book of the year."

      Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
      Not apocalyptic, but there was some "vegetable disease" going around. We also had another dog who looked exactly like the beanie baby Spunky (which J gave to me a couple days ago); it was really attached to me. I think there was a third dog as well.

      At some point my mom came home and got a scratch on her finger which I could feel (it hurt), but she didn't seem to be infected.

      Somehow our room caught on fire so I ran in to grab my valuables, then came back downstairs to get Spunky. My mom picked it up by the nose, which I yelled at her for. I wasn't allowed to go to S's house but I think I went anyway. On the way there I heard a radio show about covid and illness myths, that it's not your fault and that washing your hands isn't counterproductive.

      It was about 8:00 now, and until 9:30 I would keep waking up every 5 to 15 minutes.

      Dream #4 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      I attended a meeting for aromantics.

      Dream #5 (Non-Lucid):
      Searched up information about the veggie virus, apparently it was a specific plant from India that could only kill you if you touched it. So, if I wanted to, I could safely walk around outside. (Was asleep for 15 minutes.)

      Dream #6 (Non-Lucid):
      Apocalyptic world, we were in a strange house watching an enormous floating keyboard blot out the sun. Went inside when it got dark, I sang a song to "fill" the room.

      Someone started knocking on the door and I knew it was a killer (vaguely lucid?). He was trying to stab through the door, so I stabbed through it as well, impaling him multiple times, but he kept recovering. I NEO-summoned Omori and the killer "accidentally" hurt him and, devastated over it, left.

      Suddenly I woke up (FA) inside another strange place, wondering if it was a double illusion and I had hurt someone on my side as well.
      Then I woke up for real. (10 minutes.)

      Dream #7 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Searching the library for books on the veggie virus. [I don't know why the veggie virus was in so many of this night's dreams.] (7 minutes.)

      Dream #8 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Someone invented a device that improved circulation, with numerous other health benefits. (5 minutes.)

      (Another fragment, but it's completely illegible so I won't count it.)

      Dream #9 (Non-Lucid):
      False awakening. Rooted through my bed, which was cluttered with boxes for some reason. I found three missing headphones and a bunch of Nerds candy, among other things.

      Dream #10 (Non-Lucid):
      J and I went to our old teacher Ms. B for advice; something about our birthdays. I only remember her saying that parents should use both punishment and reinforcement techniques on their children.

      Night 3:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x4) - 4 points
      Previous sum: 43 points
      Sum: 49 points

      Night 4:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x2) - 2 points
      Previous sum: 49 points
      Sum: 53.5 points

      Night 5:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x2) - 2 points
      Previous sum: 53.5 points
      Sum: 57.5 points

      Night 6:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x2) - 2 points
      DILD - 10 points
      Previous sum: 57.5 points
      Sum: 71.5 points

      Night 7:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
      Previous sum: 71.5 points
      Sum: 75 points

      Night 8:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Dream (x7) - 7 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x3) - 1.5 points
      Library Theme - 5 points
      Sum: 15.5 points
      Previous sum: 75 points

      Comp total: 90.5 points

      Updated 09-10-2023 at 02:50 PM by 99938 (points)

      false awakening , dream fragment , lucid , non-lucid
    3. Comp Nights 1 & 2 - Gigantic Moose and DC Manipulation!

      by , 09-04-2023 at 04:15 AM (MeiSEKAI)
      I'm back in MeiSEKAI for the first time in a while, with an LD to show off for comp! Unfortunately I don't have time to add much detail to non-lucids >_<

      NIGHT 1

      Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: S was still in Morocco, and J and I seriously shipped Ms. T with a new (false) assistant English teacher. I put their (illegible) together.

      Frag2: Checking out colleges but not really? Kind of a blur. Later saw S and mom, she snapped at S to not "act different." Then I (illegible).

      Woke at 2:50 and WBTB.

      Dream #2 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      Frag1: Ms. T and another teacher kept writing on a board that English and Art were not useless.

      Frag2: Dude had a lot of money but was saving it to go on a trip to/with/for the person he likes. He thought it was funny and didn't seem to know why he liked her, but said that she was "relaxing." 5:30 WBTB.

      Dream #3 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Featured an expert on "letter analysis." 6:50 WBTB.

      Dream #4 (Non-Lucid):
      Plot1: MC ran away from home... actually, he flew away from home, which set off alarm bells in the back of my NEO mind. He stole J & L's dad's car and drove off with their (false) dogs. Ended up in a hotel and kept getting notifications from his 3DS, but didn't wanna respond in case it could be tracked. So he searched it up on his phone, not knowing that phones are trackable.

      At some point he looked out the window of his hotel room and saw his classmates(?) on a field trip. One kid spotted him and, for some reason, MC didn't break eye contact. The kid told the group and ran into the hotel, bursting into MC's room, but by that point he'd already flown out the window. He was pursued, and they had a conversation I can't remember.

      Plot2: An assassin on the job decided to kill another guy on the side. But when said guy turned the corner, he made eye contact and flashed the revolver at his hip. MC was a bit startled. He pressed himself against the wall so he couldn't be seen from a ledge above, a good thing because moments later revolver guy was standing on it, mimicking a seductive woman's voice to try and lure MC into the open.

      Ironically MC's interest was piqued not because he was fooled, but because that was also his method of killing. If the dream had continued, it would've turned into a gay assassin x assassin romance.

      Plot3: An evil man was on trial, and a woman stood up to testify. In an NEO-moderated speech she said that even worse than the things he was on trial for, was the fact that he had groomed her teenage son. Everyone clapped and when she went into the back room, she received a bunch of Project Sekai rewards. One of them was a song so obscure it surprised me to the point of being impressed. Woke at 8:29 and had to get up.

      NIGHT 2

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      I was "getting a story" from out of a trash can, both manipulating each other. [I have no idea what I meant.] The videos were mostly ads and extremely generic. I was thinking about cognitive abilities and lucid dreams, hoping they would mention them. 4:00 WBTB.

      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid)
      Plot1: A journalist was jumping around trying to capture interesting moments between [stopped writing for some reason].

      Plot2: I told my mom I didn't know how to do something, and she started screaming, calling me a pathetic waste of space and an effing idiot and et cetera. I just stood there waiting for her to stop.

      Plot3: This was the largest part of the dream but I couldn't quite remember it. A bunch of people were fighting about something on a reality TV show… at some point I told my mom I was recording them to placate her. 5:30 WBTB.

      Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
      Very brief yuri plot, teacher x teacher. One of them had the asexual flag tattooed on her palm and was upset about something. Her partner suggested they move out because Japan was too (illegible, but something similar to conservative?). 7:00 WBTB.

      Dream #4 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      (Illegible, something about people not taking my advice.) S had to give advice instead, which is ironic. 7:30 WBTB.

      Dream #5 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Someone was trying to understand someone else's culture. 8:00 WBTB.

      Dream #6 (Lucid):
      Plot1: There was a lesbian TV show being played somewhere, and I found one of the actresses in my basement. I told her that I thought the show had been made in the 60s or 70s, but actually it was released in 2022. She told me that the other main lead found a husband and they were no longer in contact, but it was clear she missed her and implied that she wanted us to go find her.

      Plot2: I was in the basement talking to my dad, when I saw my dog Nile sitting outside the sliding glass doors. I told Z and he went out to get him, but walked right past, even as he went from puppy- to normal-size. To prank him I brought Nile inside and shut the doors, but he came back with a nearly identical dog in his arms!

      "Um, Z, that's not Nile," I said, but they looked so similar I doubted myself. Then another dog appeared and suddenly we were outside in our neighborhood. A glass dome surrounded it, and the grassy part in the middle had become a jungle. We were searching for the dogs that weren't Nile, to return them to their owners. I think I examined floating screenshots to find out that one's name was Riddick.

      Other animals were in the jungle as well, and they all had "file names" you could view by focusing in on them. Some were just the name of the animal ("parakeet") but others were more personal ("the weird one"). There was also a gigantic moose walking around.

      "I didn't know moose were that big," my dad said.

      "I know right? It's scary." I pulled out my phone to take a picture, but paused when it turned in my direction. "Uh, is it…?"

      I slowly started drifting away (we'd been flying the whole time), but when it stepped closer, I turned tail and accelerated so quickly it worried me. I could hear its footsteps thundering behind me, so I flew higher and higher, trying to reach a tall tree for cover. But then I saw the glass dome and decided to phase through it like I do in my dreams,
      which got me lucid!

      I kept going, flying as fast as a jet (now that I think about it, this is Advanced Flying, isn't it?), and there were clouds and green fields below me as far as the eye could see, zipping past in a blur. My fear of heights seemed to have disappeared, and I was enjoying it so much that I pushed myself to go faster and faster. At some point I tried to shoot fireballs out of my hands, but it didn't work.

      Okay, okay, I gotta think, what should I do for comp? The first thing that popped into my head was three-step tasks, and with some difficulty I remembered "Fly" as my first. Check!

      I incorrectly remembered DC Manipulation/Mind Control as my second, so I flew down to the first DC I spotted. She was a young woman in a crop jacket and loose jeans, nose buried in her phone.

      I whispered under my breath for her to get on her stomach and crawl, not loud enough to hear. But it was only when I made her want to do it, when I imagined her doing it, that she flopped onto her stomach. Still, she didn't crawl, and I started to worry that it wouldn't count for the competition if she didn't fully follow through. I had the sense that I was short on time.

      "Crawl!" I yelled, but she just lay there with an expression of lazy smugness. Again I made her want to do it, imagined her doing it, and she did! She crawled forward! I was ecstatic, but before I could even think about my third task,
      I woke at 8:30 and had to get up. Pretty successful dream, though, even if it was short and I messed up the task order!

      I actually have two or three more LDs to add from my period of inactivity, but I'll deal with them later. Oh yeah, and I filled up another DJ, though my handwriting has gotten much worse since then

      Night 1:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - ½ point
      Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x3) - 3 points
      Sum: 5.5 points

      Night 2:
      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x3) - 1.5 points
      Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x2) - 2 points
      DILD - 10 points
      Fly + First Chosen Task - 10 5 points
      Advanced Flying - 10 points
      Interact with a Dream Character - 2 points
      DC Manipulation / Mind Control - 5 points
      Sum: 42.5 37.5
      Previous sum: 5.5 points
      Comp total: 48 points 43 points

      Lil sketch:
      23 years icedawq-unnamed-10-.jpg

      Updated 09-10-2023 at 02:14 PM by 99938

      lucid , non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment
    4. Avoiding Lucidity

      by , 07-16-2023 at 11:14 PM (MeiSEKAI)
      This was my last dream of the night. A couple dream characters and I were fleeing from an evil therapist, stuck on a dead-end bridge and staring into the void. I turned around and faced one of them, a man with tan skin and bright green eyes, holding my hands up.

      "It's okay guys, no need to worry, I'll just make a wormhole," I assured them. "Then we can fly through it and we'll be safe."

      They voiced their doubts, but I shut them down.
      Suddenly a thought popped into my head: Wait a minute, the last time I flew was in a dream... doesn't that mean this is also a dream? I almost performed a reality check but stopped myself. The dream was so vivid and I was enjoying the plot. (I had managed to do a DEID from the previous dream after being disappointed over how short it was. I didn't want to risk lucidity destabilizing anything, even if it was due to my own schema.) So I deliberately tried to suppress that awareness.

      It mostly worked, but then I remembered the TotS task to find your own forgotten DJ entries and wanted to try it. As I unfolded the wormhole (it was like a collapsible tunnel) I imagined it leading to my WL dream journal. Unfortunately, while flying through I fell into the void and
      completely lost lucidity.

      I guess I'll add it to my LD count since it's enough to count as semi-lucid, but ugh, what a wasted opportunity. The dream lasted for quite a while afterward.
    5. Becoming Lucid in a DV Member's Dream (Task of the Season)

      by , 07-07-2023 at 03:46 AM (MeiSEKAI)
      Another long lucid! Even if it was split in the middle. And a TON of dreams overall! Though they took forever to type. Slept at 12:30.

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Something about driving and LGBTQ. Woke up at 4:00 and WBTB.

      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      I was reading about a closeted gay eighth grader, and of course since it was a dream the scenes popped into my head like a TV show. MC was in a warehouse with his friends, goofing around, when he looked in the mirror and said, "You know what, guys? I'm going to go do it, I'm just gonna do it, why am I waiting for high school? It doesn't even make sense."

      He was talking about doing the nasty with a girl, but he didn't really want to. He was just trying to prove to himself and everyone else that he wasn't gay. When he headed for the door, my feelings of opposition seemed to affect him. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. I physically typed out the words I wanted him to say: "You're not gonna stop me?!?!"

      Then I wrote out his friends' response: "No?"

      One laughed in confusion, another scowled. I remember crossing out a comma and replacing it with the question mark, then being sure to emphasize that one of them was scowling.

      MC said something about "three men," and the angry friend became even angrier. "Of course not," he snapped.

      After that MC was tempted to say the same thing about "four men," but he chickened out because there were four of his friends there and the risk of them catching on was too high. I accepted that, just glad that he'd changed his mind, and he left the warehouse.

      The plot changed. I was now actively in the dream, as myself yet not myself. I lived in a big house with my "grandma" and brother Z. He and I were in "our room," and when I gazed out the arched window into the night, I saw a peculiar black cat rummaging around, eating trash. I was fascinated by its strange appearance and wanted to interact with it.

      It was past midnight, so I waited for "Grandma" to go to the basement before sneaking downstairs and opening the front door. I whispered for it to come inside and eat something edible. It obeyed, but the granny was coming back upstairs so I fled to my room.

      She definitely knew I'd been down there, despite Z trying to cover for me. (He was not himself either.) However, she let it go and sat down with the cat at the table, saying that they had to have a long chat regarding me.

      At one point she called sweetly to me from the kitchen and snapped at Z when he spoke up. He was holding a "full" glass of regurgitated yogurt (it reached the fill line, but that line was barely one fourth of the cup). It was not abnormal in the dream, but I was disgusted all the same.


      Woke up at 5:00 and, after journaling, sat up and really focused on becoming lucid. I explained what it meant, quickly performed MILD, and upped my awareness of myself and my surroundings. Then I went back to sleep, lucidity the last thing on my mind. (As in, the final thing I was thinking about, not something I didn't care about at all... I hate English.)


      Dream #3 (Lucid):
      First thing I remember is tagging along as a man led Harlequin down a flight of stairs. We were in her dream. Once we reached the bottom of the steps, we could see an oasis-like place at the end of the hallway. But when we looked back up, we realized we had descended 2000-feet-worth of stairs, and Harlequin's family was screaming her name at the top of their lungs as if she had died.

      Trying to keep things under control, I asked, "Are you going to go to the oasis?"

      She frowned and scoffed, "My brain drew that with MS paint." Then she left the dream. [I don't remember what she looked like because I wasn't paying attention.]

      What a waste, I thought, and went to check out the oasis myself. It was really just a small room with a pool of water, cabinet, window, and carpet, but I sat down on that carpet and
      became lucid.

      I attempted to increase the vividness and thought it was working, but when I woke up I couldn't remember how it looked so maybe it wasn't. I also believed myself to be more clear-headed than I really was. To my credit, I was able to remember the Task of the Season and decided to complete a basic task: asking a dream character what will happen tomorrow!

      I phased through the window and emerged a couple stories above the ground, a tree swaying in the wind below me. Everything was a bit unstable so I grabbed a leaf and tried to focus my attention on it as a stabilization technique (as Oneirin suggested), but it didn't work very well.

      Somehow I got out of there and ended up flying down a street, chasing after people in cars and trying to get them to answer the question, but every one of them just flashed weird looks and drove faster. Finally I peered into the passenger window of one car and saw a one-year-old baby strapped into a baby seat in the middle. Next to him, on the far side, was a 12-ish-year-old blond boy.

      "Hey!" I yelled to the baby. "What do you think will happen tomorrow?"

      He glanced at me and started lifting his arms out of the harness straps. I assumed he wanted to get closer to the window, but if a car struck them from behind and he was unbuckled I knew he'd be dead.

      "Uhh, no, no, don't do that," I said, and suddenly a horde of skinny, black-bodied, white-headed, Bendy-like creatures rushed toward the car with their arms outstretched. Altogether they resembled the Wall of Flesh in Terraria.
      I was kicked out of the dream and replaced by a fourteen-year old anime girl.

      She flew through the car and grabbed the twelve-year old, sending them tumbling out the other side into an alleyway. The car was destroyed and the boy watched his baby brother get ripped to shreds, one layer at a time. But he wasn't fazed at all! In fact, when the girl held out a hand to him (third person POV), he blushed and took it!

      She was a dream superhero of some sort, and there was the sense that she had saved many people from those creatures many times before. She wore red gloves and a short red skirt, black sweatpants, and a black sweater.

      At some point they were hiding in the "|" part of a "T"-shaped alleyway, and the boy was able to keep the creatures out by stretching his body to disturbing proportions. Even as the nonexistent observer I was very confused.

      Once the creatures cleared out, the boss of the girl appeared. With a smile they said, "You must be [name]'s reincarnation."

      [Name] was a very powerful Dream Hero, the most legendary of them all, but the girl was not her reincarnation. No, that was a different girl, and she was back at the lab undergoing testing. MC reminded me of Akko, and the reincarnated girl reminded me of Diana (though she looked like Neiru from Wonder Egg Priority).

      MC was having trouble keeping her face stable (it was actually glitching) and started to deny it, but cut herself off. "Is- is Izzy here?" (Another Dream Hero.)

      Don't remember if anyone responded, but somehow it was revealed that the boy had "done this before" and was actually a member of their organization. When she heard that, MC flushed with rage and grabbed his collar.

      "Say that sooner!" she shouted. She was embarrassed because she'd been under the impression that she'd saved a helpless civilian, and now felt stupid for being so proud.

      She stormed out of the room (the alley had gradually morphed into a hotel room) and
      I returned to the dream, lucid again. I had very little memory of what had happened and zero awareness of having switched with the girl. But I realized I still hadn't gotten an answer to the TotS question, and ran back to the boy. He was being carried like a sack of potatoes by an invisible person.

      "What should I do tomorrow?" I asked. (Phrased it that way because I thought he might not respond to "what will happen tomorrow?")

      He glared at me, and the vividness of his voice increased tenfold as he spat, "I think you should die."

      I actually got goosebumps from how clear and angry his tone was, but brushed it off. The style of the dream had become cheap and pixelated, and I turned to see Mafuyu lying flat on the ground.

      I sat next to her. "Mafuyu, what will happen tomorrow?"

      She probably assumed I was asking her out and responded, "Saturday is sad day." (Both she and I were under the impression that tomorrow was Saturday.)

      "I see. Sad day, huh." I sat by her a little while longer before standing up.

      Each hotel door was themed to match a Project Sekai character. Kanade's was first, light blue and decorated with solid circles and hollow triangles. I cracked it open and found her wrapped up in blankets like a burrito. Sensing that I would wake up soon, I decided it wasn't worth interacting with her her.

      I hurriedly moved on to Mizuki's sparkly pink door, but for some reason, I knocked this time. I called her name, excited to hear her response, as she and Mafuyu are my favorite characters.

      After a pause, a very accurate voice responded, "Yeah?"

      I asked the question, but before she could answer the dream faded and
      I woke up! Nooo! But at the same time, yesss, to this amazing lucid!


      I was surprised to find it was only 6:25, but it took me an hour to finish writing, so I didn't get back to sleep till 7:30-ish. I wasn't very tired, so maybe that's why I kept waking up and had all these dreamlets.


      Dream #4 (Non-Lucid):
      This was on the border between a hypnagogic hallucination and a dream. I was in the kitchen and one of my parents dumped milk and acid in my head. Then I was in a dark void, walking down a floating runway and smashing open doors with an axe. I found my dad in one of them. He had murdered my mom. I raised my axe and killed him. Woke around 8:00 and WBTB.

      Dream #5 (Non-Lucid):
      I was being driven somewhere in the middle of nowhere to tutor a kid my age. I was very confused, saying that A was the tutor, not me. But they didn't listen. We nearly ran over a fallen tree and had to get out of the car. It was foggy outside and there was a lake nearby.

      When I demanded answers, my mom grilled me in return about how I got my voice recorder. [Answer: I biked to the store and bought it without her knowledge.]

      "I told you, I just found it in my stuff!" I protested, speedwalking away.

      I came across my brothers and a group of old friends, the only one I could see properly was a kid named Blake. He was holding a football and I asked if he was copying me, as I was playing catch with a football for two hours a couple days ago.

      Don't remember his response, but I took the football and asked if I could punt it. He refused because there was a lake in the distance and he didn't want it going in.

      Woke at 8:27 and WBTB.

      Dream #6 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Forgot everything when I opened my eyes. Something about flowers. 8:46 WBTB.

      Dream #7 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      (Illegible.) 9:06 WBTB.

      Dream #8 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Lifting weights. Later I was in a store and Harlequin was there, asking how to get home. I directed her to a staff member. 9:19 WBTB.

      Dream #9 (Non-Lucid):
      I was driving to a therapy session, though not doing a very good job. In the end I had to lift it up like a chair and force it into a parking spot within the building. Switched the parking brake on and it finally settled down. A girl next to me was doing the same. Some time later people were watching the dream on a screen, admiring the "perspectives" and skill of my "internal camera." I was a little uncomfortable.

      Plot change. Someone had filmed a TikTok of me saying, "Do you want your madlad chicken? -goes off-screen and returns a couple seconds later- Sorry, they aren't allowed in the café but here are some french fries and ketchup."

      It had 12K likes and I was wearing a dark blue plaid jacket and mask. It repeated a few times before showing the aftermath. S was grabbing me and pointing to a bundled-up customer.

      "Merlin," they said. (Not my real name but that's what they called me in the dream.) "You have to figure out their identity. Once you do, you'll be shocked."

      But I could already tell that the twist was that they were gonna be my doppelganger.

      At some point I had a false awakening and when I was writing down the dream I added, I was covered in leaves (thank goodness I remembered that!).

      Woke at 9:47 and got up for good. Kinda sad that none of them were lucids, but oh well.

      Pics of the dream scenes, and a map of the third dream (yes I am totally copying Harlequin):
      What keeps your body alive, if you aren't in it?-img_20230706_212340382.jpg What keeps your body alive, if you aren't in it?-img_20230706_212444608.jpg

      Updated 07-07-2023 at 03:32 PM by 99938 (fixed colors)

      memorable , dream fragment , lucid , non-lucid , false awakening , task of the month
    6. A Gust of Wind

      by , 06-29-2023 at 11:30 PM (MeiSEKAI)
      Another short semi-lucid, this one a bit more fun than the last. It was my third dream of the night, and during WBTB I tried to mentally explain to someone why I wanted to become lucid, as per Harlequin's suggestion. I thought, Well, you see, lucidity is just cool... I mean, you can do so many things that you can't in waking life... why wouldn't you want that? I think I have a good chance of becoming lucid in this next dream, you'll see, I can feel it.

      Yeah, I'm not too good at it Did SSILD afterward and went to sleep at 4:30. (Forgot the entire beginning of the dream, but it started out non-lucid, so it wasn't a WILD.)

      First thing I remember is walking down a path by the lake with my brothers and mom. All of us have been attempting dream control for a while, and I've failed to fly multiple times.

      I run ahead of them and for no real reason flop down in a patch of grass. A specific type of anticipation comes over me, like I need to concentrate, yet at the same time avoid focusing too hard on what's happening. Suddenly a gust of wind pushes me into a sitting position, and with minimal effort, I begin to hover in the air.

      A grin spreads across my face and I unsteadily fly higher, cheering and showing off to my familial unit. My brother records me as I spin and flap my arms and make little circles in the air. I land in front of them, and my mom asks how I did it. I tell her about the gust of wind and think to myself that this kind of "external assistance" is typical in dreams.

      Later my brothers and I, along with their friends Ethan and Marcus, are lying on a picnic blanket watching the video Z took of me. I apparently do another cool thing at the end, and halfway through Z says impatiently, "Why is it taking so long?"

      I wonder why he doesn't just skip ahead,
      and wake up.

      You can tell this wasn't a high level of lucidity by my reaction to the flying. I've done it countless times, and it usually comes naturally to me, even in non-lucids. This was closer to role-playing. But still, it was pretty exciting.
    7. Illusion of Z

      by , 06-26-2023 at 12:51 AM (MeiSEKAI)
      I had two other dreams, but they're so disorganized that I'm only logging the semi-lucid here. Slept at 2:00 am, possibly very lightly before that, but I was trying out new sleeping positions so it took a while.

      My phone was on a pillow and for some reason thought I was in South America. I searched something up on Google and found an article claiming that the U.S. gets the most unpredictable rainfall, with quotes from citizens like, "I was just minding my own business, eating a Chick-fil-A sandwich, and BAM! Hurricane Katrina!"

      I somehow ended up at a swim center, sitting on the bleachers outside the pool, waiting for a swim coach to finish up with her students. She was a generous woman and gave out food in trash bags. After I ate mine I was still hungry, but most of the others had name tags so I was hanging around to ask for seconds. I remember one of her students came back and pooped in a bag, offering it as a present, and the coach freaked out.

      At some point the bleachers filled with water, so I was swimming around in them, but the lifeguard blew her whistle at me.

      "You can't swim while lessons are in session," she said. Then she sighed and leaned back in her chair. "That little kid can't tread water no matter how long she spends teaching him."

      I glanced at the coach and the student she was with, my brother's friend Javier. He's not little at all, I thought. He was almost as tall as his dad in elementary school, and even body-slammed me once...

      I didn't say anything though, because she might have been referring to my youngest brother N. He was being taught in the other pool and was struggling to tread water at that very moment.

      I looked at the sky, and, blending into the clouds, saw a huge illusion of my brother Z. He was foggy and see-through, particularly his arm, but I whipped out my phone to take a picture. The time read 3:27 am and I worried I'd get in trouble for staying up so late. I had the sense that I'd seen illusions like this before that had never showed up on camera, so when this one did, I was quite surprised.

      "Finally it's clear!" I exclaimed, but slowly awareness started to dawn on me.
      "Ah, wait... it's only clear because this is a dream. Yeah, that must be it. Why does this always happen?!"

      I was annoyed that I wouldn't be able to keep the pics IWL, but decided it was fine since I could show them off to dream characters instead.
      Woke up at 3:30-ish before I could, though.

      The lucidity level was quite low, and it might've just been the result of my imminent awakening, but I'll take it
      Tags: dild, semi-lucid
    8. Broke the Dry Spell

      by , 06-24-2023 at 03:18 AM (MeiSEKAI)
      After over two weeks without a lucid, I finally got one! And such a fun one, too! I'm quite happy. Slept at 11:50.

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      I was at an abandoned carnival and intentionally ruined my phone with "Fn poisoning." I figured it would be fine since my phone sucks and I need a new one anyway, but I was trying to come up with a lie to tell my parental units.

      Later J&L and I were talking… (illegible).

      I was quite lazy with journaling this dream so I don't remember most of the details. Don't know when I woke up from it either, nor from the next one.

      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      My childhood friend Mason was in our basement. I hid my discomfort at him being there and tried to act cheery, smiling and chatting with my brothers. Eventually I fled upstairs and looked in the mirror, smiling at myself. A circular piece of purple cardboard was wedged in my gums.

      I was terrified, although I had the sense that this had happened before, and went to my mom. Much to my distress, she yanked it out and let it bleed. My dad was pretty mad at her as well. I could feel the air flowing through the wound and tried to assure myself that this kind of injury didn't matter, that lots of people have holes in their gums.

      I was taken to the hospital and a doctor offered me three treatment options. One was a full face mask with the label: "Is this fabric bad for your skin? Screw your skin!" Needless to say, I quickly disregarded it.

      In the end I selected a nasal spray and felt quite comforted after squirting it into my nostril a few times. (I'd forgotten that the wound was in my gums.)

      Then I disappeared from the dream, and the scene switched to a group of teen boys running from the hospital, one of them jumping on the roofs of buildings as they went. The others followed along, but with hesitance, and one nervously voiced his concerns. The boy said it would be fine because they were all sick, citing a time when his poor health scored him a get-out-of-jail-free card.

      At some point they were on a bridge and started making up a gay story featuring characters very much like them. One character was described as a "sick boy who plays soccer."

      I re-entered the dream and ran ahead of them, toward a hill resembling the Big Hill in my neighborhood. A girl, or rather the silhouette of a girl, was standing there. She was made up of a gradient, flowing rainbow. I was under the impression that she was part of an MV, and I had entered the MV using virtual reality or something.

      Since I believed I was an MV, my moves were quite dramatic as I chased the girl around, spinning and doing cartwheels and striking poses. I thought that if I caught her, something special would happen. In the background was a Japanese song with English subtitles singing a song about schizoid issues. The voice sounded like a mix of Raon, Yorushika, and Tsukuyomi's vocalist.

      I kept trying to pause the video to figure out how to say "schizoid" in Japanese, which is difficult to do when you're literally inside of it. It wasn't working, but one of the "whoa" vocalizations was supposed to sound similar to it. I thought it was the most accurate schizoid song I'd heard (that intentionally depicted schizoid topics), then thought of another (false?) Japanese song that was a close second. I found it mildly remarkable that they were both Japanese.

      I gave up the chase and looked at my wrist, finding a single itchy bump there. The song ended with the girl throwing her hands into the air and the lyrics reading, "The world of human connection is so large."
      Then I woke up.

      Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
      J and I were hunting down a monster. He had been created by some god, with the specific purpose to perform evil acts and kill people. He was also a writer, Herman Hesse I think. I felt bad for him, but he said he was not opposed to killing and requested we exterminate him before he did.

      Despite his request, he wasn't cooperating and made us chase him to a large field where families were having picnics. J threw a dagger at him and missed, and the surrounding people murmured excitedly. He shrunk down to plushie size and I grabbed him by the leg and took his gun.

      J pinned him down and I said, "It'll be over soon, Hermann."

      Then I shot him in the right side of the chest. He let out a long, piercing scream. Then he lay still in quiet agony, tears forming in his anime eyes. I sat next to him to be of some comfort and waited for him to die.

      A strong wind suddenly rustled all the trees' leaves, and an ominous presence fell over the area, accompanied by the sound of something approaching. It sounded like an extremely large tractor, but I knew instinctively they were footsteps.

      I worried it was the god who'd created him, or perhaps his monster buddies responding to his cry for help, so I bolted. I ran down to a different neighborhood, figuring it was okay to leave J since I was the one who killed him, and therefore the one in the most danger. I decided to stay and listen instead of running farther, but
      I woke up before anything happened.

      When I opened my eyes I saw a cartoonish, squiggling black scribble on the wall. I stared at it for a few seconds, thinking, What a simple hypnopompic hallucination. Then I sat up and recorded the dream at 7:30, doing SSILD as I fell back asleep.

      Dream #4 (Lucid):
      Don't remember much about the beginning of the dream, just that there was a warrior with long red hair who was being ridiculed for being a woman and wearing a white dress. Then she used transformation magic to form a heavy suit of armor, which was apparently very high-level magic. She walked past them, scowling, and the armor changed back into a white dress.

      I entered the dream later. The setting was similar to my house, but somber and monochrome. It was being used as a base for kids in training to become soldiers. I bounded down the stairs and saw chicken on the table, while someone on the intercom kept saying ミート (meat) over and over. I asked one of the kids in charge about it, saying that I thought meat was rare in times of war. He said it was, and that that was all the meat we had. I was displeased by this answer.

      At some point had a false awakening. Now I was in the living room with my mom and brother N. My dog Nile was on the couch and my mom patted his chest, asking in an affectionate voice if he would eat his food now. He whined in response, and I was so amazed that he understood her that I laughed out loud.

      Somehow we started talking about dreams and I jokingly said, "Haha, what if this is a dream?"

      I plugged my nose
      and was in disbelief when I could partially breathe. You really can be dreaming at any moment, I thought.

      My mom and brother exchanged a look, and for a moment I worried that they would turn against me like some other people's dream characters do once they become lucid. (I know this is just a schema.) I brushed off the thought, but by that point my mom had grabbed me by the legs, restraining me.

      "Mom, let me go," I said, but she just smiled at me in a way that was simultaneously playful and creepy. I phased through her by imagining myself already in the location of the living room that I wanted to be. It took a couple tries, but then I effortlessly, without even thinking about it, phased through the window onto the balcony. It was so cool, there was a clear visual transition, and I may have felt an interesting sensation as well but I wasn't paying attention to it.

      I flew into the air, but it was a little unstable. I wondered if my mind could not properly calibrate my body size, though some part of me knew that was silly. I touched down on my neighbor's deck, looking out at the neighborhood. It was so incredibly accurate—the woods, the path, the wall, the fence, the retirement home. I refrained from thinking about stability and took flight again.

      In my peripheral vision I tried to summon a burger in my hand, but it didn't work, so I thought back to that non-lucid dream where I summoned chicken nuggets right before my eyes. I cupped my hands in front of me and visualized a burger. Just like last time, it appeared first as a dark shadow, then an outline, and then I realized I was trying to imagine lettuce and tomato on it even though I don't like veggies. Once I stopped that, the burger formed completely. I thought that if the competition were still going this would have earned a lot of points, but whatever.

      I bit into it and said delightedly, "Ha! So much for 'limited meat!'" (Referring to the pre-FA scene.)

      I dropped the burger and decided to find J, but didn't want to waste dream time flying all the way to her house. So I called for her, hoping she would appear somewhere. In the distance I spotted someone running down the path. I could tell it wasn't J, but chased after them anyway, for some reason tempted to shoot them down.

      I followed them all the way to the road, but they wouldn't approach me, so I intentionally fell off my drone (I was now riding a drone), crying out "Ah!" in hopes that they would be sympathetic.

      They were, tentatively coming over to help. It was a young girl, 12 to 14 years old, with short, curly brown hair. I quickly lost interest in killing her.

      "Why were you running away?" I asked.

      "The drone scared me, I thought it was an attack helicopter." (We were in war times.) "Also, I was getting a very 'predator-hunting-prey' vibe from you..."

      We walked beneath a tree, and she explained that she was fighting in the war to strengthen her cheek muscles. I jumped and tore a few leaves from their branches, enjoying my lucidity.

      "I thought kids and children weren't allowed to fight in the war," I said distractedly, thinking back to the first part of the dream. "Oh sorry, I meant kids and women."

      She shrugged. I clapped her on the shoulder and exclaimed, "Well, good on you! I think that rule is stupid anyway, get stronger all you want! Even though you'll probably be traumatized for life, hahaha."

      She smiled weakly. During the conversation we had occasionally been ducking behind cars and running around to avoid bullets and laser beams from attack vehicles.

      I asked if she would accompany me to J's house, but she adamantly refused, probably thinking it was miles away. Out of nowhere K appeared, assuring her that it was just down the street. Sure enough, we were somehow much closer to J's neighborhood than before, only having to turn the corner and walk to the end of the road to reach her residence. But before we could, J came around the corner herself! We all called her name in excitement.

      "How is she here?" K asked incredulously.

      "Because this is a dream!" I replied, then pointed to my old friend S.E. who was passing by. "J loves shooting and killing—J, kill that thing!"

      J made finger guns and shot S.E. in the forehead with a chi bullet. She went on to shoot other people, and each time she did, an itchy lump would form on the back of my right hand. I showed it to the girl and explained that it was the result of the dream characters' deaths, as everything in this world was made of my energy.

      A small bump formed on my left wrist and I remarked, "Ah, she must have shot in the other direction."

      We entered a building, but a black placard above one of the doors reminded me of the dream with Herman Hesse, and I was unsure if I wanted to go in there.


      When I woke at 8:20 my hand was actually itchy, indented with clothing lines. I'm so happy though, this lucid was long and stable and chill and fun and... yeah Though I did notice all of the dreams were violent and/or stressful in some way. The one with Hermann Hesse was the closest I've had to a nightmare in a long time.

      Updated 06-24-2023 at 03:23 AM by 99938 (words)

      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening , memorable , dream fragment
    9. Sleep Deprivation Experiment Results

      by , 06-23-2023 at 03:45 AM (MeiSEKAI)
      Nothing much happened, but I'll post the notable parts here Entries in quotes are things I actually wrote at the time, either in my DJ or my phone. (Rewrote most of the DJ logs because they're very messy.)

      (From 0-30 hours I was at my house, 30-55 hours I was at J & L's house, and 55-59 hours I was back home.)

      3:10 am (18 hours): Was paranoid that my brothers were awake, so I lay still for a while and entered a half-asleep state. Felt refreshed when I snapped out of it twenty minutes later.

      ??? (~19 hours): Was rubbing my ear and could've sworn I heard my mom yelling my name from downstairs. I was terrified she'd somehow heard me moving around or creaking the bed, but I didn't hear her coming up the stairs, so it must have been a hallucination/hypnagogia.

      5:23 am (20.5 hours): Fell into the same half-asleep state for the same amount of time, and again felt refreshed afterwards.

      6:30 am (21.5 hours): "Tired. Eyes keep unfocusing, can't read. Still feel gross. Closing eyes leads to instant hypnagogia, auditory and visual."

      6:45 am (22 hours): Decided to lay down until 7:00, accidentally fell asleep for 10 minutes and had this dream:

      I was in a house for a swim team meeting. Kept floating and a little girl was making her bear stuffed animal float as well. I jumped down from a ledge onto the bed she was on, then bounced to the floor.

      "Wow, did you purposely avoid my legs? 'Cause that was a close call!" she said. Her legs were curled into her chest underneath the blanket.

      "Yeah, I have lots of practice jumping on beds," I said, referring to my brother's.

      She pointed to my brother's friend Vinson and said he had a younger brother. I was shocked, and they were amused that I didn't know. She asked if I could go get him and with a sense of deja vu I agreed. I sensed that he had not come any of the other times I went to get him.

      Went into a hallway/basement area, was a bit worried because I knew I was sleep-deprived, and even if it was only for 24 hours exposing myself to creepy situations wasn't a good idea. But I ignored it and went on, calling for the brother, "Arglot." (Pronounced Arr-glow.) I heard Valerie [person from swim team] calling for him as well.

      Surprisingly, he appeared around the corner and said bluntly, "What do you want?"

      To diffuse his attitude, I said in a casual tone, "Your friend and brother… well, just your friend, really, is asking for you."

      "Okay, okay, well tell her…"

      Forgot what he said. We were going up the stairs and I saw Kira, was thinking about how Arglot looked like her brother Marcus and how I didn't know she and Marcus were related till recently.

      I really am clueless, I thought.

      7:50 pm (35 hours): J&L and I were watching a movie and I felt pretty horrible the whole time. Wasn't sure if I'd be able to make it through the night. The feeling cleared up after the movie ended.

      ??? (~41 hours): Briefly fell asleep for ten minutes. J was calling my name but I didn't respond, had to be slapped awake.

      3:04 am (42 hours): "Watching Inuyasha but very tired and keep drifting off, was shocked awake by hallucinating my brother's echoing scream/roar."

      3:16 am (42 hours): "Keep drifting off slightly and hearing songs before an Inuyasha character speaks loudly and snaps me out of it. Cannot focus on screen, eyes too blurry and unfocused. But I can keep track of the plot."

      4:27 am (43.5 hours): "Feels like I fell asleep, but it's just the plot of the anime feeling like a dream."

      5:40 (45 hours): J gave up. She was somehow able to stay awake just by lying on her back and daydreaming, though at one point she hallucinated me asking if she was up and mumbled "mmhm" to the air. I was very confused.

      9:37 am (45 hours): "...I accidentally fell asleep at 6:30-ish. The experiment is probably ruined but I'll just subtract three hours. Might've had a dream but not sure. Something interesting did happen, though:
      "I don't know if this was a dream or hallucination or what, but when I woke up my Chromebook was open in front of me with a bunch of text-to-speech voice options on the screen. They kept playing and it was difficult to move the cursor, but I managed to close the tab. Then I logged out, closed the Chromebook, and placed it on the desk.
      "I know the TTS tab was not real because I don't have anything like that on the Chromebook. But it actually is on the desk, which doesn't make sense because I didn't plan to go to sleep and must have fallen asleep with it open on the bed. Well, whatever...
      "My eyes are slightly bloodshot. Last night J said they looked purple, like a raccoon."

      1:39 pm (49 hours): "I'm not tired, but when I close my eyes I feel dizzy. A throbbing dizziness, similar to that boat-rocking feeling I used to get when I was younger."

      8:11 pm (56 hours): "Again, could've sworn I heard my mom calling for me, but it was very quiet and unclear."

      9:35 pm (57 hours): "Tired only in my eyes. When my mom asked me for help with something, I suddenly felt a strange, full-body fatigue."

      And that's it. The rest of the time I felt fine, sometimes a little tired. I also got a feeling similar to heartburn once in a while, and had a mild headache. Would've done another night if I could spend it at J&L's, but doing it in my shared room with only books and podcasts to keep me occupied (plus trying to stay quiet) is agonizingly boring.
    10. Sleep Deprivation Experiment

      by , 06-20-2023 at 01:26 AM (MeiSEKAI)
      My friend and I will be doing this, so I won't be dreaming for the next 2-3 days
      side notes
    11. Comp Night 14 - Da End

      by , 06-17-2023 at 03:41 AM (MeiSEKAI)
      Uploading a day late on the final day Slept at 11:15, I think.

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      People were identifying different levels of Japanese language comprehension, organizing them by color. White was "none or situational," green was "partial," red was "understands all basic words," and after that was yellow and blue but I forgot their meanings.

      We were on the subway. I was wondering if I should rank myself as green or red, when the train screeched to a deafeningly loud halt. Someone said something in Japanese over the intercom but it was completely drowned out. After it happened a second time, people started asking about it.

      At some point someone said, "The controlled part was much better." Don't know what that was about.
      Woke at 2:15 and WBTB.

      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      I was in school, walking to class with J. A girl and boy walked past us, and one of them, referring to a trans girl, said, "I swear, if they call her 'she'..."

      I could tell it was a transphobic comment and mocked them as they walked away. I vividly remember the girl's blouse and dreadlocks. But they didn't turn around, and I got so mad I threw my mechanical pencil to the floor, the detachable parts flying off. I slapped my hands over my ears and took a few deep breaths to calm down.

      Once recovered, I picked up the pieces and put the pencil back together. J and I went to class, which was my 10th grade English teacher Mr. C's. There was a sub saying he couldn't help us with anything, that he just wanted peace and quiet, and if he was in his car and saw us in trouble he would drive past. I think he said all that because I was tearing up a bit, but I blinked it off and sat down.

      (Fragment: "Uncle Bruce" was trapped between two stairs, and I was trying to help him.)

      Woke at 3:30, DJ and WBTB.

      Dream #3 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      I was looking at a fuzzy tiger tattoo on my arms, trying to figure out if there were hives underneath. There were definitely some elsewhere, and when I ran a finger over the tattoo it felt bumpy. I was also thinking about straightphobia—specifically, people viewing straight relationships as boring, while my mom talked to me. Not sure when I woke up for this dream or any of the following.

      Dream #4 (Non-Lucid):
      In the plot of this dream, I would often skip sixth period to play with some little kids in what seemed to be a mix of my school library and my English classroom. I went and jumped into a pit filled with foam blocks, bouncing off them and sticking the landing. But my English teacher Ms. T told me that it was seventh period, not sixth, so I had to get back to class.

      I tried to leave, but the librarian stopped me and suggested I try the new escalator. For some reason, I was very uncomfortable. She somehow identified my blood type as "D" (lowest was E) and said I should get a blood test done. I reluctantly agreed, thinking I shouldn't pass up an opportunity for pain.

      Next thing I remember is being back in class, someone telling me about these special markers that every witch needs. Immediately, there was another scene change, and I had disappeared from the dream. A guy and girl were partners in crime; they would pilfer villages and massacre innocent townspeople.

      At first it was just them two, but later a boy and girl joined. The girl had been a member since she was very young, second grade or so, because she couldn't have kids and wanted to use theirs if they had any? Even as the non-existent observer I was like "wtf..."

      Back in the present, the boy asked, "Why not adopt?" but got no answer.

      They rode dragons to a mansion, their next looting site. Diana from Little Witch Academia was following, hoping to trap and capture them. The group broke in and split up, the OG guy becoming the main character. He ran to the topmost room and found a treasure chest sealed with a spell.

      Using brute-force magic, he yanked it out of place, each tug making him grow bigger and bigger. When he finally got it loose, it was implied that Diana hadn't expected this and had become too nervous to confront him.

      There was a large window in the room, and as the non-existent observer I debated whether or not he should jump out the window. With each wavering thought, he moved back and forth as if being pulled. Eventually I decided he'd be fine, and abruptly he was on the ground, back to normal size and surrounded by glass shards.

      The new-ish girl complained, "Aw, and he was hot for a second, too."

      "What are you talking about? He looked freaky at that size, he's better like this," the boy said in disgust.

      Next thing I remember is being in my living room, having taken on the role of the guy. Those "markers that every witch needs" had been in the treasure chest, and my mom said she'd washed out some of the gunk, though she couldn't get it all. I looked forward to using them in school.

      Dream #5 (Non-Lucid):
      A woman was hiding behind a pole, watching her boyfriend kiss another woman. She blamed herself for being too ugly, for working too much, for being locked up in her own head, et cetera. When they spotted her, she tried to cover up her hurt with anger.

      "Yeah, I saw it!" she yelled. "Who do you think you are? Cheating on me like this?"

      He approached her, making excuses, offering to "fix" their relationship by taking her home and doing nasty stuff. She backed up, unease building into fear, and said quietly, "You know, I don't want a relationship after all..."

      She turned tail and ran away, and became me. I had no memory of what had happened and was now under the impression that I was running away from my parents. I emerged in my neighborhood and knew I had to get out, but for some reason was sticking to the sidewalk.

      A special ed kid was in front of me, riding his bike incredibly slowly. I tried to go around him but nearly got run over, playfully shouting, "Aaughh!" We started talking, and he pointed to a bunch of signs across the street, asking if I could read them. One said "good shed." There were also two giant yellow capsules in the shape of smiling men, free cars at their feet.

      "Those don't look very free to me," I remarked.

      The kid was paranoid that we were being watched by the FBI, but I assured him that if we were being watched by anyone, it would only be my parents. Though I wasn't sure how much of a comfort that was to him.

      We kept going and happened upon my brother's old friend Cameron. He joined our group and at some point we were all hiding behind a rail, watching my mom knock on my childhood friend Sam's door. I thought she was going to ask him where I was, but she already knew. I forgot exactly what they talked about, but I think he was requested to keep an eye out for me.

      One of us moved out of line and she saw me, grabbed at me. I flew into the air and took off around the neighborhood, making extremely silly sounds, my arm extended and a black remote in my hand. The neighborhood looked weird and empty, and I feel like I may have been close to lucidity, but maybe not.

      "What are you doing?" my mom groaned, exasperated.

      "Aaauauaboogaboogaboo," I responded.


      When I came home from school, I took a nap at 4:15, give or take 15 minutes. Woke up at 4:53 with exactly zero dreams. I felt "floaty" and groggy for the rest of the day. Not good. And no lucids for over a week! Is this a dry spell or what? At least it's the last day of school, so I'll have more time from now on.

      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x2) - 1 points
      Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x3) - 3 points
      Dragons Theme - 5 points
      (3 comments - 1 point)
      Tonight's sum: 12 points
      Previous sum: 141.5 points

      Comp total: 153.5 points

      Updated 06-17-2023 at 03:42 AM by 99938 (formatting)

      non-lucid , dream fragment
    12. Comp Night 13 - Very Sadness

      by , 06-14-2023 at 09:36 PM (MeiSEKAI)
      I blame everything on the fact that I spent four hours straight doing my TOK exhibition yesterday Slept at 12 for the same reason.

      Dream #1 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      1. Someone saying, "That man will eat anything as long as it's edible."
      2. Someone on Dreamviews screaming, "I am from BOLIVIA! BARCELONA! PERÚ!" Then thinking to themselves, Wait, I'm not from any of those places, what am I saying?

      My brother woke me up at 6:27. (My 6:15 alarm didn't go off because it unplugged itself.) Can't believe I slept through the whole night...

      Remember a "Full" Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
      Tonight's sum: 1 point
      Previous sum: 140.5 points

      Comp total: 141.5 points
    13. Comp Night 12 - Eleven Decibels

      by , 06-14-2023 at 09:16 PM (MeiSEKAI)
      Yesterday's dreams. Slept at 11:45, little later than usual, but put myself to sleep by mentally replaying my day. (I can never get past brushing my teeth )

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      J and I were assassins, and she was a "star ranking" among them. She didn't work well in parties, though, and at some point we were riding on elephants. Woke at 4:00, DJ and WBTB.

      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      My ex and I were in my house's bathroom. I played a Dazbee song cover for her on my Chromebook. (It doesn't exist IWL but it sounded good.)

      "You know, Dazbee always keeps her voice at 11 decibels, for profit, so it's hard to hear her sometimes, but it's fine because she sounds heavenly," I rambled.

      In contrast to my words, the song was pretty loud, and it made me self-conscious. I tried to lower the volume but it wasn't helping. Ex walked over and inspected the thumbnail, which was a drawing of Dazbee stylized to match the original song. "Her mouth, nose, and eyes all look the same," she said.

      I wasn't sure how to respond to that.

      Alarm woke me up at 6:15. This is pretty short for a full dream, but I didn't have the sense that anything else happened. No dragons

      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - ½
      Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
      Tonight's sum: 3.5 points
      Previous sum: 137 points

      Comp total: 140.5 points
    14. Comp Night 11 - Little Time, Lotta Dreams

      by , 06-13-2023 at 11:00 PM (MeiSEKAI)
      Kinda rushing this entry because I have a lot of work to do Slept at around 11:30.

      Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      A circus troupe was holding their own lucid dreaming comp. Woke at 4:20, DJ and WILD attempt.

      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      There was a "discord pancake" I wanted to eat. It was thick, had its own custom pan, and required nine minutes to cook. I put it in the pan with some broth and waited for it to finish boiling as the clock counted down.

      I tried to set a timer on Alexa, but it wasn't working, which stressed me out more than it should have. I went to the bathroom, still holding the pan, and the pancake finished cooking. I didn't care anymore because at that point, I was going a little cuckoo with frustration. I looked in the mirror and laughed maniacally, ignoring the fact that I was freaking myself out. I did a jittery dance, sliding down the wall and cackling into the dark.

      The dance ended up rousing me, and when I opened my eyes at 4:50 I was literally vibrating. I'm glad I woke though, because that dream sucked. DJ and WBTB.

      Dream #3 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      A teacher was explaining lucid dreaming to a class of elementary schoolers. Woke at 5:14, and might have had another dream in between this and the next one, but I'm not sure.

      Dream #4 (Non-Lucid):
      My dog Nile was being cute, sticking out his tongue and yawning and spinning in little circles. I took out my phone to record him. It took a while to load up and I worried he would stop before it did, but in the end I got some good frames.

      He picked up a mound of socks and I pointed disapprovingly at him, shouting, "Hey! Drop it!" He did. "Good boy!"

      I got a treat from the kitchen and singsonged, "I'll give you a treat so tasty, you'll never forget it again!~"

      Woke at 5:55. Jotted it down and attempted WILD, though I didn't have much time left.

      Dream #5 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
      I had small, crimson hives on my thumb. I went to the bathroom and put ointment on it—the sensation was quite vivid. I was stressed out because I had an important assignment to turn in that day.

      (This is in my notes but I have no idea what it means: "Wolves… besee we poor... Felt loyer.")

      Later I was in a bunk bed, in a cabin-like building. An elderly dragon lady passed by, wearing bath robes and everything. I apologized for existing and said goodnight. She haughtily said it back and I wondered if she hated me, but thought it unlikely.

      Electronic Japanese music started playing and
      my alarm woke me up at 6:15. Interestingly, my thumb was actually itchy IWL.


      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x2): 1 point
      Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x3): 3 points
      Dragons Theme - 5 points
      (3 comments - 1 point)
      Tonight's sum: 12 points
      Previous sum: 125 points

      Comp total: 137 points

      Updated 06-13-2023 at 11:09 PM by 99938 (added comment points)

      Tags: competition
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    15. Comp Night 10 - Vicarious Affection

      by , 06-12-2023 at 11:59 PM (MeiSEKAI)
      Didn't have time to upload yesterday as I was busy with friends and schoolwork, not to mention this entry is ginormous! Got some things to explain before getting started:

      1) 1PV/3PV = First Person/Third Person.
      2) NEO = Non-Existent Observer. I've mentioned it in a few other entries but it's particularly important in this one, so I'll explain it. In most if not all dreams I'm not a part of, it's present. What it is, is essentially thoughts in the back of my mind that I'm not consciously aware of (at the time). (Like making internal comments while watching a movie.) They happen almost constantly, so it would be pointless to narrate them all, but they heavily influence the dream scene, and in the last dream logged here, those influences are important!
      3) Watched How to Train Your Dragon 3 on Saturday and got my dragons back

      Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
      S was complaining about China and how they treated their citizens. Said they were stupid for going against their word and cultivating more edible food in 2020, that in the long run it would have been better to prioritize profit instead.

      I brought up the pandemic and food shortages and they essentially said, "They should have just let everyone die."

      "Uh… okay." I couldn't believe they were acting so self-righteous even while saying things like that. I was sure nothing I said would get through to them.

      We were in a Japanese-style house and there were various fruits hanging from the ceiling in bunches. I wanted raspberries, but bees were hovering around them. S wasn't scared and picked them all for themselves, so I got stuck with these little duck fruits instead.

      (Fragment: Later we were on a mission and transformed into two brothers.)

      Woke up at 2:30-ish and WBTB.

      Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
      (1PV) I was in a library, on the run from something. I checked out a children's book about dragons eating honey and regurgitating it for their queen. On the same table were chocolate eggs, one with a coating of dark chocolate and a filling of milk chocolate, the other the reverse. Z was gobbling up the former and there was so much drool, it was disgusting.

      A girl with long black hair and a yandere vibe came over to us, and I became half myself, half some guy. Someone gave her chocolate glasses with no lenses, (3PV) and the dream turned manga style. Two panels of the guy kissing the girl filled the screen. Except he wasn't kissing her out of love—it was to pacify her, out of fear she would lash out.

      It backfired. The dream style returned to normal and she grabbed him, dragging him away. He clawed at the wall until his nails bled, but it was no use. She grew tendrils out of her back and wrapped him up like a python.

      My dad encouraged him to "remember the number," false memory or not, I don't know. The girl was casting a spell and during it said "yon" (four), but the kanji that appeared on the screen showed something else. At least the guy thought it did… I separated from him for a moment and as the NEO thought, I would totally die here, if it were me.

      He decided on "shichi" (seven), hoping the correct number would cancel out the spell and exorcise her, but before he could voice the second syllable, he was frozen in place. (1PV) A tendril wrapped over his mouth so he could not speak. We both thought, Guess it wasn't that, then.


      I abruptly woke at 4:30, and for two seconds could not move. I wondered if I'd be frozen until he "won," trying to figure out how I should make that happen, but then it went away. Guess it was sleep paralysis. Wrote down notes and WBTB.

      (P.S., I find it fitting how the first syllable of "shichi" is "shi," which is another way of saying four and death )


      Dream #3 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
      Tons of village people were killed. A little boy was sad about it, but their spirits came down from the sky, two of which were his parents. They gave him an amulet and said if he brought it to a certain person, they could all be revived.

      "Really?" he asked. "That's allowed? It's that simple?"

      "Of course! Our deaths were unfair, after all."

      Then there was something about hypnosis and a girl with short black hair. (Can't read my notes.)

      Woke at 6:15 from alarm and WBTB.

      Dream #4 (Non-Lucid):
      The rooms on the upper floor of my house had become self-help rooms. A young boy was filling out a sign-up form for one of them and had to choose which languages he was proficient in. He chose English and "Barcelona," but felt a little ashamed choosing the latter since he could only speak and listen, not read and write.

      He went into the bathroom, the Suicidal Self-Help Room, and disappeared from the dream. There were two men in there, and another guy creaked open the door, peering in at them. He asked, "Do you want to die?"

      "Yes," they responded.

      "Then, if you have come here despite wanting to die, and make it to the end of this journey, I trust you will come out stronger."

      He held out his hand and they took it. Next thing I remember is them doing side steps on top of chairs—one guy was nervous but got the hang of it eventually... so I guess the "journey" was just exercising.

      Then I was in my room, except I was a really tall, really wide black lady, and I had zero control over "my" own actions. I think it was the Immigration Self-Help Room, and there was a Hispanic lady of similar size in there. I kept talking to her in an exaggerated accent that mimicked her own, all the while thinking to myself, Why?! Why are you doing this? It's not like it'll be easier for her to understand!

      Thoughts I couldn't control responded, But she speaks that way herself.

      So? She hears normal English every day, what you're doing is way more confusing! (I was also wondering to myself when my appearance would return to normal.)

      In the end I only managed to lessen the accent slightly, and the Hispanic lady understandably stormed out of the room. A minute later, she came back in, glaring at me.

      "W-What?" "I" stammered.

      She started yelling at me in Spanish, and I tried to explain that I couldn't speak it well enough to communicate, and then we both got confused as to why I was in that room in the first place. But she shrugged it off and continued, saying (in Spanish) that we're supposed to be on the same team and she doesn't need prejudice from me, too.

      It broke me down and I started crying, hugging her and apologizing. She hugged me back–I vividly felt her warmth–and told me to go to the Suicidal Self-Help Room (aka the bathroom).

      I did, and when I looked in the mirror I was my regular self (albeit naked), and had regained control over my actions. Tears were streaked down my cheeks, so I wiped them away with toilet paper. Then I realized I really needed to poop, so I plopped down on the toilet, but pee came out instead.

      Of course, this was not only the bathroom but the Suicidal Self-Help Room, so the guy from before creaked open the door and peeked in. There was also a white-haired man standing in the corner.

      "Do you want to die?" he asked, as per routine.

      I was still peeing and felt a little self-conscious about being naked, but I took his hand anyway and said yes.

      "Then, if you have come here despite wanting to die, and make it to the end of-"

      I interrupted him, exploding with laughter. The whole time he was talking I was still peeing, and it was hilarious hearing him speak so dramatically over the sound of it. "It's funny 'cause I'm peeing!"

      "Don't underestimate us," he warned, but he was smiling. The white-haired man laughed as well.

      "Why is it going on so long?" I exclaimed, and as it trickled to a stop,
      I woke up at 7:20.


      That is one of the weirdest dreams I've ever had, and not just because of the naked peeing part. I don't think I've ever had a dream where I was unable to control myself, no matter how hard I tried. It wasn't too unpleasant, but it was definitely strange.

      Wrote it down and went back to sleep, attempting WILD as usual.


      Dream #5 (Lucid?):
      The time period was the 1800s, and some guy was taking J and I around town. I think we were his servants or something similar. He kept trying to take a picture of us but wouldn't stop yelling. I told him to stop because each time he did I tensed up and ground my teeth, and I was worried they would break.

      After a particularly loud yell I heard a crack, but luckily I had Invisalign on, so it was pieces of that that fell out of my mouth instead of teeth. Still, I was distressed, and cried out, "See what you did?"

      J and I left him and went to a shop. I asked the store owner if it could somehow be fixed, but I don't remember his answer and I doubted it, considering the time period.

      Some stuff happened and we ended up in a library, searching for glasses on the floor because my vision was blurry and we were too poor to buy a pair. At one point J said to me, "Yeah, you seriously need glasses."

      "Not really… if I'm driving, maybe."

      We ended up finding a ton, including a "time-travel" pair, particularly under the bookcases. I found it weird, but people were giving us dirty looks so we went outside to try them on. K was next to us being annoying, and I worried she would steal them.

      I put on a very tight black pair; each frame was shaped like the Eiffel Tower, and one of the lenses was blurry. I took them off with some difficulty and thought, "These are for skinny-faced people."

      I turned back to K and found she had stuffed all the rest in her bag. "Hey!" I shouted, snatching two of the red ones (one of which was the time-traveling pair). She threw a fit, waving her fists in the air and howling like a child.

      "You can keep the others, okay?" I yelled, but that made her even angrier. She transformed into a dragon that resembled Toothless, curled into a ball, and covered her face with one wing. You could hear her sobbing underneath.

      I started to walk away, but decided it wasn't a good idea to destroy this friendship. I gently touched her wing and said, "Aw, c'mon, don't cry… don't be like Hiccup." (Wrapped up in Toothless's wings.)

      She didn't stop, but seemed slightly placated, so J and I left to a train. Except, I have a random memory of being in front of my house and Kagome's mom coming out. We had a short conversation, and next thing I knew J and I were gone from the dream.

      Back to the train, Kagome and her mom were running from two different directions to jump on, nearly falling into a pit in the process. Inuyasha grabbed them both and lifted Kagome to safety, keeping the mom held over the pit until Kagome told him who it was. And then all three of them disappeared from the dream as well.

      (3PV) I don't remember the events leading up to it, but there was total chaos on the train. Acidic green goo was pouring through the roof, melting everything and everyone in its path. People were screaming and running around and jumping under the train and into glowing red holes, killing themselves to escape.

      The main character was a man in a bomber jacket. He went down a short flight of stairs, where the green goo wouldn't reach, due to the captives being held there. It was a small room, and in it were two cages. Each of them held a deformed mass of bloody flesh in the shape of a baby. They crawled around as much as they could, pieces of their body rubbing off and trailing behind them.

      They may have been Kagome and Inuyasha, and were rumored to "occasionally have real conversations." (That was not remarkable because they looked like babies, but because the people in this world did not have conversations of any depth in general.) At first they were just apologizing to each other in raspy voices, but soon began to say things like, "We'll never be fixed/let out" and "We should have done it slower."

      They were a hideous sight to behold, and two people who had followed MC down were freaking out. MC himself was on the verge of a breakdown, but as the NEO, I thought, No, I don't want my guy to freak out… I don't want him to kill himself. That would be too anti-climactic.

      That thought must have influenced him, because for a while he just stared blankly at the babies. But then out of the blue,
      he became lucid!

      "It's okay, guys!" he assured the two people wailing beside him. "This is just a dream!"

      Ah, he's right, I vaguely thought, as NEO.

      They didn't pay attention to him, and one tried to approach the cages. He grabbed her by the collar and dragged both of them back up to the main train. (1PV) He looked at the doors and forced them open with his mind, then jumped out and flew into the sky, thinking ecstatically, This is a dream! I'm free! I'm free!

      He landed on a lamp post and looked out at the station, grinning widely. But then someone snapped a picture of him, and it filled the screen. He was alarmed. Even though he hadn't freaked out on the train, the events had still traumatized him, and the last thing he wanted was to cause a scene. He climbed down from the pole and
      lost lucidity.

      Suddenly he realized he could not remember his name, or who he was, or where he worked. A police officer was standing on the platform, and MC rushed to him, begging for help.

      The P.O. turned to him and smiled tenderly. "Glen."

      The train pulled into the station. P.O. pulled Glen inside, and was bombarded with questions as they headed to the back seats. "You know my name? Do you know me? Can you help me?"

      They sat down, and the P.O. handed him a small green key, presumably a house key. "Of course I remember your name, Glen. I'm on the right side of God." He said it with humor, almost sarcasm. "Now stop messing around."

      "What about my work? Do you know my work?"

      P.O. hesitated. Both Glen and I as the NEO could tell he was coming up blank.

      Glen laughed and leaned closer. "You don't even know that? Are you really on the right side of God?"

      P.O. frowned. "Glen, stop. You're going to tip off the 315 out of 415 Orthodox religious people in this small town." (Statistics filled the screen and NEO me thought, Oddly specific numbers, and, They're awfully close–they must be gay or dating. Too bad for them that it's the 1800s.) "You need to be quiet… well, I guess I could be quieter, too."

      He sighed and sunk back into his chair. Glen leaned even closer and continued happily talking with him. Even though I was not him (unlike the second or fourth dream), it was in first person, and I could vividly feel the sensation of his hand on his cheek. I could feel his smiling mouth, the creasing of his eyes, even his affection for the P.O. It was strange, experiencing someone else's emotions like that.


      Woke up at 9:25. Believe it or not, I actually forgot huge chunks of this dream. Couldn't remember the first part for a good five minutes.

      I just don't understand how I could watch someone become lucid and not become lucid myself. I suppose I was in the back of my mind, but that doesn't count. As the non-existent observer, I have no idea that I am thinking anything at all.

      So, regarding scoring… does it count as lucidity if I didn't realize my own existence? Neither Glen nor I were aware of who the dreamer was, nor did we remember the competition tasks. It was a surface-level lucidity in which he only knew his surroundings weren't real and he could do whatever he wanted. I'm logging it in my LD count because it didn't feel like role-playing (edit: changed my mind after saizaphod comment), but I understand how it could be a gray area.

      If it does count, do his actions (telekinesis, flying) as well? Could it even be considered my personal goal, making a dream character lucid?! I need help

      WBTB - 2 points
      Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - ½
      Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x3) - 3 points
      Dragons Theme - 5 points
      DILD - TBD
      Interact with dream character - TBD
      Telekinesis - TBD
      Flying - TBD

      Tonight's sum: 10.5 points
      Previous sum: 114.5 points

      Comp total: 125 points

      Updated 06-14-2023 at 08:32 PM by 99938

      lucid , non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment
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