Pickman

The first dream was a short one - a weird naked guy with a beard is in my room, watching me as I sleep. I jump out of bed and I am about to beat the crap out of him before I wake up at 4am.

I do a WBTB for about fifteen minutes before going back to bed.

First, I dream that I am partying with a younger Benedict Cumberbatch. He has longer hair, and we seem to be hanging out in the same kinds of places that I went to as a student.

Then I have the lucid dream: This must have come in the middle of an REM cycle, because I don't remember how I got here, and my memories of what happened after were patchy.

I'm not sure what is going, but I seem to be in the middle of a huge celebration. It is outdoors on a huge field - might even be a valley. It is sunny, and everything is very vivid, bright and idyllic - that's the best way I can describe it. Somewhere in the middle of all this, I remember there being a game of American Football going on, but it wasn't the main focus. The focus of the party was past the game, somewhere in the distance, but I can't remember what it was. The game was just part of the festivities.

When I became lucid, I was in the crowd somewhere outside the American Football game. There was a real party atmosphere. I noticed that there were bubbles floating around as I checked the place out. I decided to attempt the January TOTM, and try to find a crystal ball so that I could ask it about the year ahead.

I couldn't manifest a crystal ball. So I decided to capture one of the bubbles in my hand, and use that instead. I thought maybe it could turn into a crystal ball. I held one in my hand, hoping it might solidify into a crystal ball. It sort of went grey and a little thicker, but it popped in seconds before I could ask any questions.

This happened a couple of times before I lost lucidity.

After that all I remember is a fragment about being in my room, and watching a strange man try to clean the mould off the walls.

Only a brief lucid, after a couple of fragments:

First, I was on a coach to Bristol. The weather is clear and sunny, but freezing cold (it was actually just as cold when I woke up).

Then, something about kids on bikes at the bottom of the road.

The lucid dream: I am talking to a woman at a market stall. She is selling a strange concoction of muts, fruits, and something else. She rolls it up like a profiterol and sells it as food. I ask her to make one for me, so I can eat it and fulfil two of my tasks at the same time. As she is making it, I wake up.