MeiSEKAI

Got a little more creative with this title Seems my lucid dreams are evening out to about once a week? I took Benadryl for my allergies last night and it knocked me out, didn't wake up till my alarm went off at 6:15, and then I didn't write down my dream because I was trying to do a DEILD, but it failed! I forgot what it was by now, so this is the first dream of the night/morning:

Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
First thing I remember is my dad seeing a real-life doc I had open on my Chromebook. It's simply called Untitled Document and is filled with some pretty personal stuff. I saw him looking and quickly shut it, hoping that he hadn't been able to read much. I couldn't remember what I'd written, only saw that the paragraph was titled "Communications."

I went downstairs and poured myself a glass of milk, stressing about being exposed, wondering if I could lie my way out of this by saying it was a fictional story or whatnot. I headed to the basement to confront my mother before he could get to her.

"Mom," I said. "Dad saw something I wrote and I think he's getting the wrong idea about it, it's really nothing..."

By this point my dad had gone back to his room and my mom apparently thought he was trying to sleep. She begged/scolded me not to talk to him right now because he would be really angry if I woke him up. I was annoyed that she made it seem like it would be my fault if something bad happened to me, but I said nothing.

"You should write a note," she continued. "Put it in a ziplock bag and leave it in the family folder."

"Family folder? What family folder?" [There is no such thing.]

She said something and a false memory came to me, of some color-coded folders that we were supposed to use to talk to each other. They had only ever been used once or twice.

"No one checks those!" I said, and she said something dismissive so I went back upstairs to my room. Before I opened the door, though, my dad burst out of his own room, seething with rage.

"It's so unambiguous, you're really going to...!" He didn't finish his sentence, but his face was beet red and his teeth were bared and he was jumping up and down with fury. The Chromebook was now open in my hands and I looked at the "Communications" entry, realizing that it was absolutely nothing to get so worked up over. All it said was something about math making me feel like a god sometimes. Despite knowing this, his anger still woke me up.

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It was 7:30 when I woke up, and my body was completely numb. I could still move it though, so I sat up and wrote down my dream. Then I went back to sleep, attempting WILD.

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Dream #2 (Lucid):
I was in a car with my dad, him driving. I kept switching sitting positions, different sides of the car disappearing so that I could hang my arms or legs or entire body out of the vehicle. I knew it was dangerous, so I only stayed in each position for short amounts of time. When I finally settled back in the passenger seat, my dad bumped into the car in front of us and left a dent. But the car just kept driving, and I assumed they didn't care since this kind of thing happens all the time.

Later we were walking Nile (my dog), but he had no leash. My dad said he behaved well at the end of walks so it was fine, but I told him to hold his collar because there was a bunny nearby. My dad said it was a squirrel but held the collar anyway, not that it mattered because as soon as Nile spotted it he darted out of his grasp and into the woods.

"Whoops, too strong," my dad mumbled. We chased after him, and turns out it was a bunny. Nile was pretending to be a squirrel eating a nut before attacking. He killed or at least immobilized it, howling to announce his success and maybe call some other dogs to eat it with him. A bird likewise gave a call warning that a dangerous dog was in the area.

I wasn't sure if I should praise or scold him, so we just took him back to the house. My dad said he would cooperate but he didn't, and basically had to be carried the whole way (he turned into a cat whenever he was picked up).

When we got there my dad took him to the basement. For some reason there was a kitten there and Nile tried to attack it like the bunny, but my familial unit stopped him. My dad's yelling was particularly vivid. I came downstairs and it was dark, apparently we all had to sleep there except my dad. Nile was on his bed and the kitten was lying on the floor in front of him. I pet it to show him it was a friend, but it was oddly large, as big as him, and acting weirdly. Suddenly the plot changed.

Nile's bed turned into a mattress, and now a young girl (10-13) my parents had adopted was lying on it. I asked what her name was, and she said Poossy. It was an obvious euphemism and I got uncomfortable, turning my back to her. "Umm, maybe I'll call you Pooh Bear instead."

She protested but I don't think she really minded, though later when my mom called her it she seemed genuinely opposed. I don't know what happened during this time but apparently I had been in a chair avoiding my mom's gaze (drawing something?), then woke up on the floor, thinking superficially about the possibility of dreaming.

I/the dream was like, "For example, what if you were in the future and your brother's friend Ethan was there, taller than before..." and suddenly I was in my bed, my brother's old friend Cameron at the end of it. It's a bunk bed, but he was somehow tall enough for his lips to be touching my blanketed foot. I freaked out and quickly sat up, looking at the clock. The year read 2022.

"I thought this was supposed to be the future... and the friend was supposed to be Ethan..." I said in confusion. "You must be playing a prank on me. You must have switched the year."

He held up his phone to show his own year, which was also 2022. I accused him of adjusting the settings on that as well, but then I looked at the clock and saw it had changed to 2021. "Did you see that?!" I exclaimed.

He didn't respond, and then my brother N came in, both of them staring up at me with creepy, blank expressions. At this point I was doing a ton of reality checks (finger-palm, inspect hands, nose plug) but none of them were working! They weren't giving me time either because they kept trying to climb up and I had to ward them off.

I managed to pay close attention to one nose-plug RC, but if it worked it was slight and impossible to tell for sure. I was fairly convinced that it was a dream though, and was able to ward them off with words alone (physically sending them backwards). I saw N's eyes turn green [they're brown in real life], thought it was normal but decided to insult him about it to gain power and shed some uneasiness.

"Your eyes are green, like disgusting diarrhea poop!' I shouted, and the force of my words pinned him to his bed. I repeated "disgusting diarrhea poop!" over and over, and each time it would send him down like "osuwari" does to Inuyasha. Throughout it all he kept a blank expression.

Dream control is harder than expected, huh, I thought. I still needed more confidence, so I jumped down on him and sprung up to the ceiling, trying to fly through it. The whole time I was laughing in a deliberately maniacal manner.

When I went into the ceiling my vision went dark, so I lowered back into the room. Everything was blurry and spinning now though, and the dream quickly dissolved. I could only think "oh no" before waking up at 8:30.

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It was a low level of lucidity and really short, but whatever Here are some pics of the dream scenes: