Mystycal

12/1/2013
Very confusing night, I kept waking up and falling back asleep, as well as having false awakenings, increasingly frustrated at my lack of lucid dream. In the end it came, well into the morning - I fell asleep at about 8:30 and woke up at 10.

Fragment of 1st Dream: I was playing Forza Horizon, and was driving a racecar in first person along a highway. Since it was bird's eye view I looked on the situation from, I found it quite difficult, and ended up smashing into a massive white lorry.

Fragment of 2nd Dream: I was walking around with my brother. I remember there being a wall outdoors, which I leaned against and told him I was in a dream right there and then. I had a flash of awareness which resulted in nothing, because I managed to not become lucid.

Fragment of 3rd Dream: I remember being in my brother's dream, he was telling me about it but at the same time I was in it. I was in a lush green forest with sunlight permeating the canopy and falling on the ground in a seemingly tranquil manner. But there was a dark underfeel to the whole situation, and I remember seeing a small stone statue on the branches of a tree. It depicted some kind of grotesque baby with a pitchfork and the devil's horns. It was alive, and flew down at me, then landed and charged. Our heads hit each other and it reeled back, as did I.

Fragment of 4th Dream: I went out with my family down one of the streets near my house in Poland. Then we stopped and noticed two sports coaches on the side of the street, so we invited them to a volleyball match. The coaches wore blue sports kits.

Fragment of 5th Dream: This is more of a dreamlet: I could hear my family talking IRL and the dream was very shallow. I was walking down a street in London this time, with two friends from school, talking about random things, when I became lucid. I immediately, since I knew that time was running out, decided to scratch off one of my LD goals and willed a cliff to be behind the front door of one of the houses. I opened the door and stepped through, then jumped off the cliff. I felt that sickly falling feeling, and almost hit the ground before I woke up. I will have to attempt this in a more stable dream.

Fragment of 6th Dream: Somehow I was atop a hill, with the two friends from the unstable lucid, and my physics teacher was there. We were outside a little chapel, and he said we were going to have a Christmas Eve. He was holding a Bible and some host. He underlined the importance of smart clothing to my horror, as I thought I was wearing tracksuit bottoms, but in fact looked down to see I was wearing my suit trousers, even though I was wearing a green informal jumper. We went into the chapel and sat down.

Fragment of 7th Dream: The Nazis had invaded Poland and were taking prisoners, so they led me and some other people to somewhere, but when a Nazi high official-looking person wanted to take one of the women, presumably for his own personal gain, he was shot from somewhere inside the group of prisoners. The other Germans, of which there were barely around three, became very nervous and didn't want to go near the about 20-strong group of captives.

Fragment of 8th Dream: I was in a supermarket when I suddenly became lucid. A mediocre level of lucidity, but lucidity nonetheless. I thought it'd be funny to see the DCs' reactions if I shopped with my trousers around my ankles, so I pulled them down and walked over to the shelf where the milk stood, grabbed a carton and returned to the counter. The carton was very cold, and I used that as a weak kind of stabilisation for the dream, but then my instincts got the better of me when I noticed a woman stood in line behind me. Inappropriateness ensued.

I really hope this has broken my dryspell for good. I woke up a couple of times in the night and experienced the lucid in my eighth hour of sleep, which I guess shows that I should be able to have lucids on school days too.

11/1/2013

Fragment of 1st Dream: My house in Poland seems to be a big dreamsign. I'll make sure to utilise that in a mantra or something.
Sitting on my sofa in said house, I observe one of my cats, the older brown/black stripy one, playing with this random guy in my living room. He's tall and well-built, but his body is constantly changing texture and looks so at one moment he's a massive cat, at another a guy. My cat jumps up and slaps him in the face playfully, then runs away down the corridor, and the guy laughingly chases after it. The next bit I remember is looking at some kind of card with information about him - turns out he's mentally disabled somehow, has got some syndrome I cannot now recall.

Fragment of 2nd Dream: I am on some train station, presumably Dartford where I always take the train from to go home, but it looks nothing like that station, it looks more like Charing Cross or something similar. A train rolls in but is too fast and stops right at the end of the platform; I have to hurry to get in before the doors close, and make a little jump at the end because the last door has stopped already beyond the platform. The carriage has two floors, is dark and has a rather strange layout. There is only one noticeable passenger on the first floor, and I take a seat. The train begins to move and my recall ends.
3rd Fragment of 3rd Dream: I am looking down the ranks of an 18th century army. This probably stems from my playing Empire: Total War quite a lot. They are up on a little hill, and the weather is very grey, a darkish overcast. The sea of rifles twitch here and there, before the whole line leveling their guns and shooting a multitude of times. A lot of smoke clouds the area, and a lot of enemies, who are charging up the landmass, fall in agony. Dream recall ends here.

Lucid Dream:
Now onto the good stuff I am in my house, in Poland yet again, and there seem to be two severed man anatomy parts that belong to my friend that for some reason I have the responsibility to carry and deposit in the waste bin. I pick them up, walk into my living room and immediately realise that I'm dreaming, so I put the things I'm carrying on a windowsill and quickly look at my hands. They look normal, but that doesn't shake my beliefs in the questionable reality of the dreamworld. I rub them together for stabilisation and concentrate on the sensations I get from it, as well as becoming aware of my surroundings like I would IRL practising ADA. The dream instantly gains in clarity and I get quite excited, since this dream broke my dryspell that I thought to be virtually unbreakable for a short period of time. I walk out of my house, or rather run out, paying close attention to the vivid details around me, and feeling the grass beneath my feet, etcetera - it was a beautiful summer's day, a couple white clouds in the sky. I walk up to the fence of my house; now at this point I always jump over it using my super jumping ability for faster travel, but I noticed that the fence was higher than usual. I try to jump, but, just as I expected, failed. I don't have any volition to battle my subconscious, so I walk around to the gate.
My dad's there, and he takes out the key to the gate to open it for me. Before he does so, however, I pull the gate willing it to open, and it does. My dad's surprised, but he says that the heat must have expanded the metal somehow, possibly causing the mechanism to break which enabled me to open the gate. I don't even look at him, just walk out onto the street. I remember this street from so many of my lucid dreams before, as the vast majority seem to take place here. I look to the left, where the road continues for about a hundred metres and then goes into a wheat field. More close is a turning, which leads past some houses into a forested area. That direction is unpopulated however, which I feel wouldn't make for an interesting dream, so I turn around and look down the other end of the street - to my surprise, the street ends very promptly, as it goes up to a house about ten metres away. The house is made out of dark wood, and it has a lot of trees in its garden, providing nice shade along the area. Immediately to the left of me and opposite my house there is another field, littered with daisies and bees and wasps buzzing around. A path goes through this field into the garden of the house, so I start walking through it but decide to turn back because of the wasps, which I have a bit of a phobia of, especially in dreams. Back at the road, however, I notice there is another path I can take which is much closer to the house and only infringes a little bit on the field, so I use it.
I walk around the wooden fence of the house and end up in its garden, where a DC of a woman is cutting some planks on a table. A girl who came in from the field goes to help her by the woman's request, and impales her finger on some of the nails sticking out of the wood, but there's no blood to be seen. I walk past them, saying to my dream, "An ambulance is needed here!" there is a glass door that allows me to go through to the second half of the garden, and push it open just as an ambulance pulls up in front of the house. I laugh to myself at my own power over my dream. I then turn left and notice a door to the inside of the house. Deciding to try dream control which I had never succeeded in before, I wanted my room from my house to be behind the door and swung it open. Sure enough, my room was there, but I didn't have a firm idea of what it looked like in my head before opening the door, so it was just a generic bedroom with a small table and a lamp in the middle.
I tried again, closing the door and this time visualising specifically my room. Again I pulled the door open to reveal exactly what I had hoped: an exact replica of my room, a wormhole into my house so to speak. I rested against the doorframe for a couple of seconds, looking simultaneously into my room and outside of the house I was next to. It was amazing, manipulating reality like that. Then, I came out of my bedroom and closed the door once more, and when I opened it this time, willing a banana to materialise inside, I saw, sure enough, the small table in the middle bearing a bowl with one banana in it. A male DC also materialised, facing away from me, eating another banana. I laughed at my subconscious' caprice to include him, since I didn't ask for him. But I thought I'd give him a nice surprise before I went my way, and closed the door, willed a brothel into existence and opened it again. The room was roughly the same size, but now there was a long central table either side of which two rows of asian-looking prostitutes, sure enough, sat, giggling and talking amongst themselves. The guy stood there dumbfounded, but with a smile taking over his face. I personally decided to get involved a little bit.
A lot of things ensued which I am reluctant to post on a public forum.
My family came in partway through but I was still lucid, so didn't really mind. Then the world turned to mist and I could feel there was no way to stop myself from waking up. Then, well, I woke up.

10/1/2013
Woke up about three times, all in all. No consistent dreams to recall but rather lots of snippets of them.

Fragment of 1st Dream: I remember being in my house, bullying my cat, as always. I was making it walk on its hind legs by supporting it under the arms.

Fragment of 2nd Dream: Driving down a road with my friend with the car too. We passed a pick-up truck, and I was telling my friend how my car looks like - "Kind of like that but more like a normal car and slightly bigger." Or something like that.

Fragment of 3rd Dream: I remember being some kind of cleaner or janitor on a beach, my job naturally being to look after it. My boss was Tim's mum from Angry Boys, so I didn't wanna mess up. I remember looking at the ruins of a sandcastle with the blue plastic shovel and bucket still in it. There were friends that came over to see how I was doing.

Fragment of 3rd Dream: I was in a cantine-like looking place, and followed my brother with a tray. We talked about something, can't remember what.

Fragment of 3rd Dream: I was eating fish in what seemed like a school cantine with my old science teacher walking between the tables talking to the students. The fishbones were annoying and I had to watch out not to choke on them - then when I finished I picked up my plate and threw it off my table, and it turned out I threw them out a window onto the terrace of my house - and then 'Stop' signs appeared out of nowhere. Trippy.

Fragment of 4th Dream: I was in my room, and remember seeing these massive colourful worms made out of jelly. Apparently they were valuable so for the rest of the fragment I was trying to find more.

Fragment of 5th Dream: My favourite one for this night I was playing what seemed like a steampunk RTS, and it was dubbed in my dream as, 'Age of Empires', even though it looked nothing like it. I was shown a city-like kind of place and zoomed in onto a rectangular building with a circular door in which a fire burnt. The building got pixelated and then I was inside, first person view, and after paying attention to the tutorial of how to buy things from the merchant, and being told that when he signals behind you with his eyes you're in trouble, I pointed out a gem in his selection and handed over a bag of money. He took the bag and very deliberately looked behind me. I immediately turned to see a guy in a cool Stetson hat, smoking a cigarette but about a head shorter than me and holding an old, 17th century pistol to my forehead. He called me out on a duel so he stepped back a couple of paces and I reached into my pockets. In one I could feel some sharp pointy thing which felt like a pen, but in my right pocket I noticed an identical pistol to the one the guy was holding, so I brandished it.
I got to shoot first. I held up the pistol to about eye-level, and forgetting about how inaccurate these old guns were, fired roughly at my opponent. A lot of smoke ensued, but nothing came of it. Then it hit me that I couldn't move while the guy took his shot at me. I began reloading in case I got an opportunity to fire once more. I thought to myself that probably being shot wouldn't hurt, since it is a dream. I never actually got lucid, however
He shot, but to my eternal relief, missed. I took my time this time, raised the gun, looked carefully down the barrel and aimed for the face. The guy started quivering out of fear and as I pressed the trigger, he took out his sabre and attempted to knock the pistol out of my hand but barely touched it. He turned and ran for the door but I kept my cool and fired into his back, seeing his cloak rip. He fell down, but in a moment he was up again, apparently healthy, and came back to congratulate me and salute.
Feeling this was what the etiquette demanded, I saluted with my pistol. Another person came into view from the left. Dream recall ends here.

After taking a long break from trying to LD, as can be seen by the dates of my journal entries, I've decided to get back into it. Again. Recall is improving, although no luck with actual lucids yet.

7/1/2013
Bedtime: 22:35
Remembered a fragment of a dream, despite my best efforts to remember more:
My girlfriend was there, and my mum was insisting on her calling my mum 'mum', since obviously by way of perfect logic being married is the same as any other relationship
Then at another point in the dream I was climbing some kind of metal pole, which I had to do to go after my girlfriend.
At yet another point I was taking a shower with her watching me.
That dream seemed to be focused a lot on her

8/1/2013
Bedtime: 22:40
Fragment of 1st Dream: I was exploring some kind of ancient Egyptian ruin, and remember looking up at the wall, and it had some kind of high-tech gadgetry in it which was all wired complicatedly.

Fragment of 2nd Dream: I was holding a long, black double-barrelled 17th century pistol in my right hand. I wanted to fire it but knew it had never been used before, so there was a risk of it blowing up. My dad on the left told me not to try.

A Whole Dream: I was playfully fighting my cat in my room in Poland and had a slap fight with it, accidentally injuring its claw. Then me and some friends go to McDonald's, in which there is one long table which accommodates all of us, about 10 people. Someone passed me a bucket of chicken nuggets from my left, which I munched on. They tasted as if they'd been seasoned. The guy opposite me got a Fanta which looked exactly like Coke except with a lot more foam, and he drank it through a straw. After a while of nothing much happening, they guys bring out a massive tank filled with some substance. They lit the end of the tank and it started emitting some stuffy, warm gas that they hoped would get them high.
I ran out, ending up in my front garden. A friend left after me and said he understands my unwillingness for drugs and shares my view that they're horrible. Then he noticed my cat and played with him for a while until my cousin's dog sprang out of nowhere and chased my cat away. I decided to walk out of my garden and end up in my school's Upper School Playground, where me and that friend walked to the gate to go home: we went past those douchebags that were smoking drugs and they threatened my friend for leaving and made fun of him for not taking the drugs. We walk away, my friend went his own way, while I made for the train station. It got dark. About 20 metres in front of the said station I came across the main one of the douchebags whose drugs they had before. This time he was carrying a load of pinkish cloth-like material which was evidently more drugs, and which he dumped on into my arms, grabbed me and threatened if I went to the police. He clearly wanted to get rid of the drugs. I nodded, but when he turned and walked a few steps away from me, I called out,
"Asshole."
And ran for my life to the station. I heard him say behind me, "What? Asshole? You just called me an asshole?"
I knew he was chasing me so I sprinted into the station, but there was nobody around that could help. I turned a corner and ran straight into two policemen who jumped up when the guy chasing me shouted, quite idiotically if I do say so myself, "Stop him! He stole my drugs!"
I immediately dropped the load I was carrying onto the floor and spread my arms out in a gesture of innocent surrender. But the policemen, not being too dumb, started questioning the owner of the drugs. Soon he pleaded that they weren't actually drugs and proceeded to attempt to prove this by taking a rag from the pile, putting it across his mouth and nose and inhaling a few times. The cloth started smoking lightly and his eyes began watering, at which point he decided to drop his act and took out a little needle. He pricked both policemen with it, who fell at its touch, apparently dead.
He then tried to kill me in a likewise manner, but I grabbed his wrist and took the needle from him and stabbed him in the arm. He fell backwards, the scene transformed into my parents' bedroom and he fell back over the bed, falling at the foot of the desk. I looked at him, looked away, and when I looked back, his body was gone.
Then I woke up.

9/1/2013
Bedtime: 22:25
I kept waking up this night, I woke up at, I think, 3, then 5, then 6:30, then 7. Not sure of the precise times. This allowed me to remember each fragment just after it happened and recall them all in the morning.
Fragment of 1st Dream: In my room in Poland again, with my sister, looking at my cat. It, on the other hand, was looking up at the ceiling, clearly fascinated by some point on it. It jumped up and landed in the middle of thin air, still looking up. It kept doing this and meanwhile my sister and I were laughing our heads off. I remember saying to her, "How is that even possible?! Hahaha!" without realising I was dreaming. Tut tut tut

Fragment of 2nd Dream: Playing on my Nintendo DS, some kind of racing game like Mario Kart, and you could cast spells by drawing patterns on the touch screen. I never did though the game kept reminding me it was possible. I finally gave in but pressed too hard and the stylus broke, at which point my nan took the DS away from me and used it as proof of her argument that Asians can't build things to last. In the end she gave it back to me.

Fragment of 3rd Dream: Giving my friend a lift with my dad. We're driving when suddenly an old train passes us, going the other way. It has the German flag on the front and I think of how poor Germany must be to not be able to afford newer trains. My dad turns into our street but slightly too late so he spins around and turns again. We drive home.

Fragment of 4th Dream: A DC teenager was standing outside a classroom in my school, looking in, communicating with the students and gesticulating violently as he didn't want to get noticed by their teacher. I looked in too to see a whole class, and along the row opposite the door were two Asian-looking ginger girls that I recognised from a previous dream. I remembered that I had been together with the slightly uglier one before meeting her sister and going for that one instead. I was greeted with silent swearing and grimaces on part of the slightly uglier sister, so I grinned and gave her the thumbs up. Then I looked at her twin, and she was very happy to see me indeed: she grinned back and told me to wait.
When the class ended she walked out to meet me and we embraced each other walking out of school, with me talking about random stuff that she would always laugh at sweetly. But I remember feeling that she we didn't click. I got the vibe she was a bit slutty and although she sure seemed to like me, I didn't even know her that well.
We crossed the road to a tree and I can't remember what happened next.