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.

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

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.

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.

My friend and I will be doing this, so I won't be dreaming for the next 2-3 days

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.

Points:
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

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...

Points:
Remember a "Full" Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
Tonight's sum: 1 point
Previous sum: 140.5 points
Comp total: 141.5 points

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

Points:
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

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.

———

Points:
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

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

Points:
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

Title is a Fight Club reference. Slept at 11:30.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
Someone's neck was a lightning bolt. That's it, that's all I remember. Woke up at 4 something and considered writing it down, but somehow convinced myself I didn't need to because I could WILD


Dream #2 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
1. A girl died, and at her funeral, an ant was crawling across the window. One of the attendees kept getting distracted by it, trying to classify its type.
2. I was in the library talking to my brother.
3. Forgot to bold one subtitle of my DJ entry but figured it wasn't worth editing for.
4. A girl, same one that died I believe, saved a gingerbread man from getting hunted down and killed. She died in the process but he (the gingerbread) rewound time and made the floor collapse so all the hunters got washed away. At some point his face had come off and she was holding it in a tube in her hands. As the nonexistent observer, I found it awfully convenient that she was standing in the only spot that didn't collapse.

———

Woke up at 7:26 from my dad yelling downstairs. I lay in bed for an hour, unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep. Then I took two sleeping pills but not only did they not work, I didn't get the least bit tired! What a scam... gave up at 9:10.

Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - ½ points
Remember a "Full" Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
Tonight's sum: 3.5
Previous sum: 111 points
Comp total: 114.5 points

I said a while ago that I have better luck with lucids after 6:15, but lately they've all been on school days. (No school today because it's senior graduation.) Well, whatever. Slept at 11:30.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
An extra category was added to the DV competition: "Cowboys." Its description: "Even city people can do it as long as they put on an accent!" Woke at 4:30 and WBTB.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
A boy was living in a small, verdant cave with a couple baby dragons. They had attacked him at one point, and now his body was largely artificial; he'd built it himself. I was wandering around and found him there. The dragons, frightened and unwell from being held captive for so long, flew over to me and hid behind my back. I'm pretty sure the boy was simply misguided, not evil, but he gave me a bad vibe nonetheless.

Don't remember a transition, but we ended up in my house with some other people. His body looked incredibly human, more so than before, though he would occasionally speak in a freaky android voice. I touched his fingernails and tried to give advice on how to make it more realistic.

His grandma(?) was a dragon trainer and also in the house. I didn't like her very much, but I soon disappeared from the dream. A little witch became the main character (third person), and the granny gave her a link to a website she used often. She said it was connected to another country and the URL was quite suspicious, but it seemed secure after typing it in.

As soon as the webpage loaded up, the witch and her companions were transported into a Japanese-speaking world of volcanoes and dragons. On one of the volcanoes its name was written, but I only remember it had 意味なんて (imi nante) in it. Witches were generally hated there, but the little girl was on a mission so they tolerated her.

Some time later, a witch in her teens traveled there to save a dragon. Two humans accompanied her, and they entered through a crack in a volcano, carried in by a rush of cold water. The dragon was wrapped up in a blanket in her arms, and she shivered on the bank where she was washed up.

Two guards of the world approached her, and she started to ask a question, but they pinned her down and yanked her arms behind her back. There was a flash to the little witch's team, and one of the members became Inuyasha. He turned around, sensing the other witch's danger, and exclaimed, "Kagome?!"

The witch, apparently Kagome, was locked in a cramped prison cell. Her broken arms were crisscrossed over her chest, restrained in double casts. She was on her knees in the middle of the room, and a few judges(?) watched her from a long wooden table.

She tried to convince them to let her go, but they wouldn't budge, so she started crying. She said that "apples won't grow here anymore" (the land was becoming barren), that "they only come from witches," so why were the residents of this world so hostile toward them?

I think they were beginning to be swayed, but before anything substantial happened, I woke up at 6:37. (Which makes no sense because I don't remember hearing my 6:15 alarm at all.) WILD attempt, WBTB.


Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
First thing I remember is a vast ocean, with two parallel, shelf-like cliffs jutting out of it. A man was flying around, telling people to never climb them because of how dangerous they were. They were slippery and full of hostile plants and animals. He said that if they wanted food, they should go somewhere else.

In the water, an elderly fish lady asked what it would be like if her husband were a crocodile like him. (He was a humanoid alligator.) He swam above her and her egg and did something, but I don't remember what.

New plot: A girl had been kidnapped by a (physically) big simpleton and taken to another dimension. She was in love with a gay guy and earlier had been jealous of him putting band-aids on the hand of another girl, even though she knew he was gay.

That gay guy and the band-aid girl were planning a trip to rescue her. The girl pulled President Eisenhower/Kennedy out of a giant mural on the wall, and he created a spaceship out of thin air. I entered the dream and we all went in, but it didn't have a back wall so we had to hold on tight to avoid being thrown out while it flew at light speed. It was a little scary, but mostly annoying.

We arrived in the other dimension, landing in some sort of restaurant. All the furniture was oversized, and we spotted the simpleton chatting with the kidnapped girl at a booth. He was telling his side of the story (I think he got in a fight with the gay guy earlier), but he made no attempt to cover up or sugarcoat any of his actions. He wasn't so bad, and the girl was listening attentively to his words.

We eavesdropped on the conversation, spying on them without being very stealthy about it. We sidled right up to the booth and peeked over the large seats, and since at first he gave no reaction we thought he was too much of a simpleton to notice. But eventually he acknowledged us, and was unexpectedly cordial.

He told us that our bodies would adapt to this world by becoming stronger, and that any allergies would eventually disappear. I had grown taller already, and upon hearing that I went outside and ran around barefoot, since I'm allergic to grass and pollen. But I stopped short in front of a patch of white flowers.

"I'm still afraid of bees," I said, smiling sheepishly.

Alyssa, a girl in most of my WL classes, encouraged me to go in anyway. "C'mon, Meiseki, you can do it!"

I refused, but she didn't give up and I started to get nervous. To distract her, I said I would pick flowers for her wedding instead. (Apparently she was arranged to be married.) She accepted, and I looked around for yellow flowers, but found a really pretty purple one and reached through a bush to grab it. The stem wouldn't snap off and I hated the texture, and after a while it became unbearable. I pulled my hand out, scratching my wrist. It was itchy.

I didn't think hives would form because of what the simpleton said, but bumps started forming on my arms. I thought that maybe it wasn't as bad as it would be in the regular world, but then my skin started to harden. The veins turned solid red and white, and the epidermis turned rubbery and maroon-colored.

S was standing right next to me as it happened and freaked out, pulling me back inside. Trying to joke it off, I said, "I'm like a sausage."

They dragged me to the bathroom and my mom came in too. She wanted me to use an app on my phone to take my temperature from my ear, but I didn't trust it to work. They searched for a thermometer in the cabinets, but I doubted they would find one.

I wanted to blow my nose but was too self-conscious. "Can you guys leave? It's a little awkward with both of you in here..."

Woke up around 8:20, wrote down some notes and went back to sleep.


Dream #4 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
A group of girls were ["was" seems correct but sounds wrong] looking at a poster of a guy striking a pose in front of a Chinese dragon. He was a real person too, walking around the school and teaching people the best places to sit based on where the dragons were. Woke at 9:27, considered writing down the dream but figured it wasn't worth it. I doubted I would fall asleep again but lay back down anyway.


Dream #5 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
The same guy was doing the same thing, except this time he was scared of dragons. Woke at 9:46, not even realizing I had fallen asleep and wondering when I would. Then I came to my senses and wrote both dreams down.


Dream #6 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
These are random fragments which didn't seem to be part of any of the above dreams, so I'll put them here and count it as a full non-lucid:
1. Starting my tech homework, coloring a blueprint.
2. My mom said my hair was bad. I touched it and felt ashamed, but also resentful.
3. Something about Donald Trump. (Definitely influenced by cedwards's DJ entry yesterday.)

———

Every time I woke up I remembered nothing, and then bam, something came to me and I had to trace it back as far as I could. But I can never remember the beginnings. Worried it's making my recall worse overall.
I'm enjoying these fantasy-style dreams, though.

Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x3) - 1.5 points
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x3) - 3 points
Dragons Theme - 5 points
(3 comments - 1 point)
Tonight's sum: 12.5 points
Previous sum: 98.5 points
Comp total: 111 points

I'm happy with last night even if the lucid part was super short Slept at 11:20.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
Kirishima from BNHA was in a high school classroom, fighting a medusa-like creature. He tried to throw a punch, but a crackling ball of energy emerged from its chest and started sucking him in. He gasped, his mouth and the whites of his eyes turning black, his irises glowing purple and quivering in that typical anime way.

Is this what it's like to be consumed by pure and utter darkness? he thought, struggling against it and impressively keeping conscious. He appeared to be losing, but I (as the nonexistent observer) knew plot armor would protect him. I metaphorically sat back and enjoyed the battle.

In another room, my History teacher Ms. K was sweeping the floor and found a "100% non-child" mask. She picked it up and presented it to a janitor, who was watching something on his phone.

"We're happy with this," she said, and he nodded.

Woke up at 4:15 and attempted WILD.


Dream #2 (Lucid):
Random people were in my house, having a strength competition through rock paper scissors. It may have been to find out who was the strongest dragon, but I'm not sure. They all had human appearances. Three of them sat on the couch; the leftmost being the weakest, the middle the strongest, and the rightmost of average ability. Three more people of the same ability would face off against them.

My friend K was in the middle, so she must have been a strong one. Two people challenged her to RPS and she won both times. "Hah! I was always the best at this game. You chumps."

I'm pretty sure I was subconsciously helping her. I could have played a match myself but didn't want to. Prior to this a lot of stuff had happened, and because of that stuff I decided to run away from home.

Next thing I knew I was in the driver's seat of our car, cruising down the highway. It was on autopilot, and I thought, Wait, since when did our car have autopilot mode...? I shrugged it off though because I'd heard of the concept before.

The turns it made were strange; each time it seemed to very nearly hit whatever object was in front of it, but never really did. Whenever I tried to take hold of the wheel, it would start driving extremely and uncontrollably fast, so I decided to just give in and trust it. J and L might have been in the back, but if they were, it wasn't for long. I stared out the windshield at the blue and pink sky, a red bridge reaching high into the clouds, and thought about finding a suitable place to die.

Eventually I arrived at a grassy field and was able to take the wheel. The car bounced along a dark, vivid gravel path, but it was more fun than scary. A short wooden fence separated it from the rest of the field, and at the end of the path was a rectangular dugout. Like the opening to an underground fort.

I parked the car and peeked in. A bunch of witches were in there and I completely forgot about finding a place to die, overcome with the desire to become one of them. I jumped in, landing on the floorboards with a satisfying thud. To my left was another opening, this one leading out to an enormous cavern, similar to the one in How to Train Your Dragon 2 but with less greenery. I tried to enter but was blocked off by a wall of witches.

A massive dragon, clearly the leader of the place, approached me. I asked her if I could become a witch, and she said I could, I only had to put on the clothes.

I turned and against the opposite wall was a shelf, each tier storing a different uniform item: black robes, black pants, black boots, the classic spiked hat, and thin-yet-sturdy biker gloves. I asked a question about the boots and the dragon responded, "It's fine."

She touched my cheek with a human hand and said that my skin was lackluster. Embarrassed and ashamed, I looked down and mumbled that I didn't know what to do about it. I was worried she'd say I couldn't be a witch if I was like this, but instead she bestowed on me some very wise advice and rubbed a thick blue ointment onto my face, to "maintain the shine."

"Never let it fade," she said.

I put on the witch outfit and checked out my reflection in a wood-framed mirror. The ointment was glittery and smeared on in a simple pattern, like when people paint their faces for competitions or war. I thought it was pretty cool.

Not sure what happened but a bit later the dragon and I ended up in a pitch dark, weightless void. She hovered over me, beating her wings, a giant ball of pure energy forming between her open jaws. I wasn't scared because I knew she wasn't going to hurt me. I don't remember what she was doing, but I was amazed and quite happy.

Perhaps the energy ball had teleportation powers because next thing I knew, I was home. I avoided thinking too much about the whole event because I didn't want to jinx it.

I tried to text J and L, now under the impression that I had visited the lair to get something for them, but my phone wasn't turning on. I grabbed the home phone and started dialing their house number before remembering, Right, they haven't had a home phone since they got cell phones. But I don't have their numbers memorized…

I was in a hurry and beginning to stress when S called. I answered, and they demanded to know, "Why did you send 'This might be a bad idea' in the group chat and then stop responding?" (I think I sent that before entering the witches' lair.)

I didn't reply. Something wasn't right. S never responds to texts that quickly, and certainly wouldn't be so desperate to hear from me that they'd call at 4 in the morning. This must be a dream.

The Caller ID disappeared and I hung up. It wasn't a high level of lucidity so I wanted to go back to the lair and find a wand to use for dream powers. But before I could leave the house, I woke up at 5:24.

———

This dream was so epic, the visuals were fantastic and the dragon had such a dignified air. I'd like to meet her again. I'm pretty sure the witch theme was influenced by a manga called Skull Dragon's Precious Daughter. I started reading it for the dragons, but it has other fantasy elements as well. It's quite wholesome, so I recommend it.

I finished writing at 5:35 and tried to go back to sleep, but I was too excited about the dream and ended up lying awake till my alarm went off

Points:
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - ½ point
WBTB - 2 points
DILD - 10 points
Dragons Theme - 5 points
(3 comments - 1 point)
Tonight's sum: 18.5 points
Previous sum: 80 points
Comp total: 98.5 points

Slept at 11:10, earlier than usual because I was tired. Actually, I'm still tired.

———

Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
I was in S's house messing around with a girl my age, who was apparently my Japanese tutor. S's mom at some point was holding a razor doing something dangerous, but S took it away from her. Their interactions were very much like a parent-child role reversal. I(?) went up to the bathroom to do something, and their mom said, "It's definitely not the bathroom." [I have no idea what that meant or what was going on here, memories and notes are both vague.]

Later the Japanese tutor pushed me into "my" chair (one among many) and shoved the back of it, sending me flying down a hallway. It rolled like a wheely-chair despite having no wheels and I was facing backwards. I held on tight to the seat and the dream went into third person until I hit a towel and came to a stop.

The tutor recorded it all but messed up the editing, even though it was live? In the beginning we hadn't liked each other very much and all my awkward jokes flopped, but by this point we were best buddies. The camera zoomed in on each chair, upon which the "before and after" of different aspects of our relationship were displayed.

———

Yeah, this dream made no sense. Woke up at 3:31, remembering nothing and tempted to go back to sleep without trying. But I pulled myself together and ended up remembering these two fragments—point-wise, they're the same as a full non-lucid dream.

———

Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
My mom was hosting a dinner party in our backyard, which looked more like J&L's backyard. The house was way bigger than it is IWL, and one of the guests was our neighbor Diana. I was dealing with a troublesome situation involving an animal(?) named Candy, but I can't recall the details.

I texted J and S in a group chat, asking S when we would meet up, since yesterday they said we had to talk [true]. They didn't answer, and J suddenly sent a "Happy birthday!" message. S did the same, adding a party emoji. I checked the date on my phone and sure enough, it really was my birthday.

I wasn't surprised, but a gloomy mood overtook me and I started complaining about how, on top of dealing with this Candy fiasco, I had to find out that no one remembers my birthday—not even me. It was a bit hard to type because my phone kept glitching, but even IWL that's normal.

My mom came inside to grab some tablecloths for the party. I looked at her with a deep frown, the kind a child makes before bursting into tears. I didn't even know what age I was turning, but I couldn't believe she forgot my birthday. [This would never happen in reality unless she got dementia or something.]

"What? Why do you look like that? You're on electronics too much," she said, and I started crying. "Oh, guess it's not that then."

She went back outside without asking what the problem was. But a few seconds later, I heard her let out a terrible wail. I knew she'd realized and went out to see if she would apologize. She was hunched over on the ground, but when I went up to her, she raised her head and smiled. "You thought I forgot your birthday? Don't be silly."

Startled by the change in attitude, I said, "Stop lying."

It was already 3:30 in the afternoon, so if she truly hadn't forgotten, what was she planning to do? And why had she been despairing just a moment ago? There's no way she could remember yet not acknowledge it. Still she insisted, and although some doubts crept in, I refused to believe her.

Abruptly woke at 4:11; WBTB.


Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
There was a group of horses talking to each other, awkward and relatable, practicing Japanese with flashcards. They took out the kanji for month/moon, but on closer inspection it became the kanji for rain. On even closer inspection, it didn't look quite right.

Next thing I remember is being in my room, looking at an imitation painting I made of the horses. One of them was biting the other's tail, and there was a dragon on its saddle. A stone tower loomed in the distance, and two more dragons were piled on top of it. The painting was able to move like a live photo. I thought it was very futuristic.

I had a false awakening in which I wrote down the dream, and after that I had another false awakening in which I did the same thing! When I woke up for real at 5:11 I was confused and lay there for a while trying to figure out what had happened. Forgot much of the dream, but the FAs actually helped me recall the details of the horse part.


Dream #4 (Non-Lucid):
Andrew Tate was dating a teenage boy. I saw a video on TikTok of them kissing. The caption read, "He's even a pedo now!" There was a child next to the two of them so I worried about the implications of this.

After the kiss the (teen) kid walked away blushing. He was wearing a Hunter x Hunter shirt, and on it Killua was blushing too. I wondered if the video was fake because it's weird for non-anime people to blush like that, and the matching shirt seemed unrealistic.

Sudden false awakening. I debated whether or not I should write down the dream, deciding to do it later since it was almost 6:15. I went over it in my head and thought, Even though it's short, it's not a fragment because that was the whole dream. So that'll be one point.

My brothers N and Z were both awake. Z was in my bed with headphones on, watching something on his phone. I lay down and covered my ears with a blanket because N was being annoying, but when I put the cloth over my ears, I heard loud piano music and singing. It was definitely a cover of a PowaPowa-P song, not sure which one. Even though the singer's voice was shaking and too-loud and full of voice cracks, I didn't mind because I was fascinated by the hallucination. If I pressed too hard and covered my ear canals, I couldn't hear anything, and eventually the sounds stopped altogether.

I told Z about it and he told me to shut up and stop talking to him, not meanly though. I kicked him and we both kind of laughed. I announced that I needed to pee and since it was 6:14, I figured it would be fine to get up now. I climbed down from the bed, gathered my clothes, and headed to the bathroom. But for some reason, N was about to walk in first.

What the heck? He's in middle school, he doesn't need to get up yet. Bet he just wants to go on the computer. I told him to stop, and he backed away from the bathroom as if repelled. Behind me, I heard my 6:15 alarm going off. Oh yeah, I forgot to disable it.

I turned back to do that… and woke up to my real 6:15 alarm going off. Kinda crazy!

I may have forgotten a dream in between the third and fourth, but maybe I'm just confused. I'm disappointed in myself for missing so many dream signs, I even questioned my surroundings multiple times. But what can ya do...

———

Points:
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x4) - 4 points
Dragons Theme - 5 points
(3 comments - 1 point)
Tonight's sum: 10 points
Previous sum: 70 points
Comp total: 80 points

Not much to say, slept at 11:30.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
Some guy was disrespecting an outdoor church service. I said, "Hey man, I don't really like the church either, but you can't just attack it like that."

They were holding a dancing fish ritual for little kids. I sat down to watch, unsure if it was a joke or a genuine religious ceremony. They put on a video about this kid's dad who was an elderly Chinese dragon. He had a "strict" and "friendly" version, but when they played the friendly version it just showed him scolding the kid.

I was paying attention the whole time and asking a lot of questions, but I don't remember any of them except this one. I raised my hand and said, "Hey, that version seems pretty strict to me."

The guy in charge smiled nervously and did a weird pose. "It- it's not really determined by temperament, but by classification..."

"Then say that first, and don't call it friendly."

"Okay..."

———

Woke at 3:30, too tired to focus on WILD or anything. I just scribbled down the dream and went back to sleep. But I have the sense that this dream had a huge part at the beginning about museums.

———

Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
I was listening to a very well-known, depressing Vocaloid song. The kind of song that's so overused and pervasive it makes its way into the mainstream world, where it's made fun of for being edgy and turned into a meme. It was a bit similar to Shinitai-chan/Miss Wanna Die, but the visuals were closer to this cover of Hazy Skyscraper.

I read the lyrics over and over but I can't recall them anymore. Even if it's an "edgy" song, it still resonates with a lot of people, I thought indignantly. There was a train scene in it, so I took a screenshot, turned it black and white, and made it my profile picture. [So edgy, I know.]

Transition is fuzzy, but the girl featured in the video (very young, less than 10 years old), was sleeping on the sidewalk of my neighborhood. She was a homeless orphan. A boy around 19 found her and picked her up, taking her away so she wouldn't get abducted. There were some weird creatures where he took her, and she kept trying to run away. The boy could save his progress like a video game, and returned to those files whenever he wanted.

Next thing I remember is being on the subway with my familial unit, but it was a strange subway with no walls... or maybe the window was open, not sure. As we passed by a ramen shop I stuck my arm out and grabbed a handful of noodles and chicken.

My mom made a big deal out of it for some reason, crooning, "Oh my goodness, you're going to eat chicken! You're finally growing up!~"

I made a face. "Can you stop acting like it's so weird for me to want/like chicken? It's annoying."

"Stop being so mean," she said in a hurt tone.

I didn't respond, looking out the window instead. Another train passed by and I recorded it with my phone. Through its window you could see a family having a good time, sitting at a fancy table as if they were at a hotel party or something. I was imagining a future where I was dead and people were watching this video for clues as to why. I thought, No way anyone would think they're the reason… and they're not, but you never know what gets to people.

———

Alarm woke me up at 6:15. I actually forgot the vast majority of this dream. There was another plot about a boy and a girl on an adventure, or running away from something, but alas, I can't recall it. At least I've got those dragons

Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
Dragons Theme - 5 points
Tonight's sum: 8.5 points
Previous sum: 61.5 points
Comp total: 70 points