The Meerkat's Lair

Ya know what? Screw that damn technique! If I need to have a DILD, I certainly dont need RCs to do it. DEILD is the way to go, and I know it. But I dont feel like writing, so il stop there.

Dream 1: I get an ostrich somewhere and ride it around while bragging to people about it. In what appears to be a maze made of grass, it jumps over pedestrians and the walls itself.

Dream 2: This one is weird. Im not sure how to explain it, so I wont.

Awww... Im just down. Maybe its time I take a break from all this lucid dreaming

Vacations are over. Now the real challenge begins. I trained myself to overcome the obstacles that will be put in my way, and I am ready. Bring it on, subconscious. I expect the same results than August, better even. Its a lot, but it will be done. No doubt. Honestly, im too depressed to give a crap about my dreams. Imma write what I remember, but its the afternoon now so its not much.

Theres a hypnotist. Its Luc Langevin, who is a magician in real life (see picture)

Throughout the dream he hypnotises me numerous times, all in which I find myself in a dark, tight place in which I have to find a door. I am nothing, in 1rst person. When you walk over a tile it drops down. Once the door is open, you are back into the real world and Luc welcomes you before you start again. Also sometimes you kill zombies with a shotgun. Some take 2 and others 10 shots. In my backyard, I refer to him as Lucas, which he finds insulting. (Not a nightmare )

A now officially recurring dream of the Academy where we go in the park for a break. I chat with Ahmed, a guy I used to play soccer with in school. But somehow we end up back in the class, only to do more cooking

Ok. I give up. Im not gonna fly until school begins. I realise I gave myself an unrealistic challenge. After all, it takes people months to have a first lucid dream, and I have had 7 to date in August. Thats good, very good even. I got 3 LDs in 3 nights, which is amazing. And its not like I did nothing. I did stuff. Maybe flying is just a lil harder for me, and I think its all mental. Besides, just because school is more stressful doesnt mean I cant dream. I can keep dreaming, and I will. It may have an impact, but I am going to make sure to minimize it. I am at peace with my defeat, because it shall only motivate me more for my future victories, which will come eventually.

Dream 1: In the Academy again, I can remember my Chef is depressed because he doesnt feel like hes connecting with his students. I agree in my head. Then the place catches on fire very fast and is consumed. I am stuck and run away until I find myself in the Agora.

Dream 2: I am at school and in my school I place my stuff in a huge bag before heading outside to take my schoolbus. The big woman that takes care of the buses tells me mine has passed already. She books me another, crappy one full of old ppl.

Splitsecond lucid dreams that start at 8 o clock near the end of the night COUNT! They count! So yeah, another one this morning. Epic? No. My non-LDs were far more. Here they come, in the order I think they happened:

Another, more and more recurring dream with the girls at the Academy. This time they change counter completely and I hope they wont bother us anymore. But as time passes, I notice they do more and more stuff on our counter, until a lonely dude is the only thing left on theirs.

An epic quest full of crazy women, cafeteria food and kindergarten classes. This was a very long dream I dont really remember. I do recall going to find a crazy woman in a classroom twice, and thinking about it the second time. HUGE chunk missing here.

Im playing Combat Arms. My gun is stuck (like in real life) but gets unstuck at times. Those times I kickass and do multi kills like hell. The map is Death Room. I head up the stairs and find a weird orange cartoony character. He tells me he can mimic people and objects. Somehow I am one too, but a little different. We play around trying to shapeshift into various objects, reversing colors and stuff. More specifically a flower pot. I guess I needed to get that out of my system, but im not satisfied unless its lucid

Im Donkey Kong and me and my buddy Diddy have to climb a huge vine. In Donkey Kong Country, a similar one has to be climbed in the later ruin levels. But were not in the ruins; were in a huge, empty field. And the vine is HIGH. Very HIGH. We both start climbing until Diddy decides hes a wuss and wants me to be in front of him. Son of a bitch. I am also very scared, thinking about the incredible height and the fact that there is a baddie over our heads. In the next scene, I am looking at Diddy climbing while I am hanging out on the ground. He starts swinging furiously until regaining control is impossible. A voice (narrator?) tells him he may want to let go. He does and falls to the ground next to me. I rush to help him.

Heres the cheap LD: I have a False Awakening where I start to float away but hold on to my bed. Very smart to begin with. My eyes are closed, but as always I feel like if I open them I will open my real eyes, which I really dont want. So im still in my bed and I RC to find im dreaming, though the floating kinda confirmed that. Then, I do one of the dumbest ive ever done in an LD, I lye down. In my bed. What a way to forget your real body. Put yourself in the exact same position and ask yourself if its real. Of course I wake up (geez). But it counts anyway. Then I didnt move but couldnt DEILD

Nights left: 2

I refuse to accept that my roll is over. It just...took a break. I mean even pros dont have DILDs every night. Everyone is unlucky at times. The question is: Did I just get unlucky, or was I just very lucky before? The answer is probably the later, but I dont care. The break is over and its time to get back on track here. The only thing I dont like is since I regained confidence in DILD my attraction to DEILD dropped dramatically. Enough so that I completely forget about it when I wake up. Which is bad. Anyway, my dreams for today:

They all turn around a single plotline in which I conduct a social war over a group of bullies at my school. They didnt bully me at school but I just hate them since any bully I hate. In an entire new school I try to make as much friends as possible. Some are girls and some are guys. In Dream 1, I assemble my team while confronting the dudes.
Dream 2 a woman is singing a Christmas song to which we sing along. We can see the two distinct groups sitting in a big circle, mine being much bigger.
Dream 3 is one where I trick people in a dépanneur with a little yellow paper. When you hit the shelves the paper goes down one level. Im not sure where the trick is there, but the man is very pissed off. I run away outside which is conviniently the school yard.

Another one. Three. In a row. Three in a row. Wow. I cant believe it. It took me 24 DAYS to reach a total of 3 Lds and now I get three IN A FREAKIN ROW. I dont know what im doing, but im doing something right and im gonna keep doing it.

Dream 1: I am Cleveland (Family guy) who escapes from Lois who is trying to kill him. Something about his breakup with Loretta (his wife).

DILD: The beginning is weird, since im not quite sure how I got lucid in the first place. This time it wasnt me that though about checking; I think it was a song on the radio that said something like: This is a dream. Its all a dream. Stuff like that. But where was that situated in time and space? No idea. Only now I do tons of shit. I talk with my first DC (mom) and tell her: You know this is a dream, right? She seems interested so I even show her how to do a reality check.
Here's the plotline for this dream: Nothing happens! Nothing! No event with DCs whatsoever. Just me trying to fly like a beheaded chicken. Along with other stuff. I even tried Loafs technique, which failed too. Damn. I jumped really high, tried from different heights, backflip again. Next time (tonight )I will try: Swimming, taking a pill to give me the ability to fly, giant magnet. I am starting to think im trying too much to fly. Like the more I fail the more it looks like a huge task. I may take a break of flying and try other, maybe easier things tonight. Like stretching my arm, skin, tongue and other body parts. After all, im good at turning a wall in Jello, which is pretty hard. If I can make pills appear in my pocket, it will trigger a placebo effect which will hopefully help me achieve my goals. After all, that same effect helped me get 3 DILDs in a row, a fourth one tonight So im not doubting its power!

Oh yeah. Two nights. Two DILDs. Not DEILD like I would appreciate it, but two LDs nonetheless Not only that, in this one stuff HAPPENED! Not much, but STUFF! I dont remember much about my non-lucids, but who cares?

The DILD: It is unclear how I ended up in this dream. The time was 2:50, but I dunno if I checked my real or dream watch. Im unsure about wether I got up from a false awakening or woke up, fell asleep and THEN got up. Anyway, I get up, go in the living room. Gabriel is waiting for me there, on the couch. Apparently he stopped at our house on his bike. At 2:50. Ok. Then I suddenly realise that dreaming is pretty much over now. U can forget DEILD for today. I dont like that, and tell my mom that its 2:50. It is day outside though. We chat for awhile until he leaves to Gab's house with...an 8 year old version of me. Im kind of half aware that its me, but I still wonder about how I never met what appears to be my lil bro. I ask if I can go with them, and mom says yes. As I am walking in the hallway I go: Oh lemme guess this is a dream. Yup. I do various reality checks, like turning a light on and off. Then I try to fly thru my window, fail, and walk outside. Instantly its dark outside again. Damn it, I kinda wanted daylight. The cats stalking the door, but it doesnt matter.
Here is the place for lots of firsts. I encounter my first beautiful dreamscape. As I am walking outside, it starts to snow. Glowing, coloured snow. Its awesome. The trees are also covered and glitter in the night. If I could paint, I would paint it. Thats not my skill, though I am wearing a snow suit that seems to disappear and pop back up at times. I levitate for the first time. In the middle of the road, I do a backflip on my back and land floating two inches from the floor. Nice, but far from satisfying. Then as im floating I cant quite control it and get back on my feet a couple of times. So i give up and try the finger thru palm RC for the first time. I didnt know how it felt. So I remove my three pairs of gloves and push my finger. After a while, it pops right thru. Cool, but time's up. Already. I remember thinking: Awww, its over!

Other crap: FA where I push down a bunch of round candy thinking il pick them up in the morning.

Yay another DILD where I wake up instantly! Sigh... but NEW RECORD! 6 DREAMS in 1 NIGHT!

Dream 1: Something to do about my schoolbus.

Dream 2: I am Spongebob trying to infiltrate Squidwards house, which is a maze. I think of laying flat on the wall til he passes but he sees me. Damn it.

Dream 3: Sometimes im on the comp, sometimes im not. Depends First im not. I am in a car with Russell
Crowe. When our car ride is done, I decide I will collect celebrities. There was a name, but i forgot However, to get a celebrity, you need to go through a series of hallucinations, mostly scary ones (like SP). I pick Cameron Diaz on my comp, while Amelie is watching me. Im not in front of my comp anymore, but inside a purple tunnel. A big smiley face appears before being crushed by spikes in a bloody scene. I dont recall aquiring Cameron, and I pick another star. The screen starts with HI but then the screen comes back to the home page. I immediatly think something scary will pop up and the home page is part of the trick. This proves shocking enough for me to wonder if im dreaming. While im doing a successful RC grandma is walking towards the room. Now I think to myself: Ok, im dreaming. Great. And of course, I wake up. Again. Nice

Dream 4:
Part 1. Im a thief running away from cops. On rooftops. Video-game style. The kind of burglar like in a cartoon. You can also pick your character, all I remember is that the burglar holds a bag of money that slows you down. So at some point im cornered by two policemen. One has a gun but doesnt fire, the other a HUGE fan. He turns it on towards me and I fight against the wind to shoot it with a Charged Beam which I apparently have. I remember thinking: Come on thats not fair! I manage to keep running on other rooftops. Then I start again. All over again. Until I somehow hear about a secret escape through a prison that baffles police dudes. I try to find it but my mom calls me to go in the pool. So I quickly find my secret which is like a place you jump in and pop out at the other side.
Part 2. In my backyard it is foggy, cold and even raining a little. I ask my mom if we really have to go today, but its because Francis, who is fat, needs to train and do more physical exercise for his ankles. Me and my sister hop in while he hangs around. Suddenly his ankles start hurting like hell and he screams in pain. He leaves the pool.

Dream 5: I have lived this dream before. Today? A week ago? A month ago? I dunno. But it was not my first time in the following dream. I have to save a princess, or something like that. Not sure what, but its very important. I am in a church with tons of persons on the benches. In a dramatic entrance, my partner Arnold Schwarzenegger comes inside with a ray of light. We both go in the middle and he does a ritual with an onion. While he does this bad guys jump to attack us and prevent whatever were doing. In them is Fonzie (but old, like in AD) and Lindsay Bluth. There are more I cant recall. Arnold throws me the onion and in reflex I throw it to the bad dudes. I immediatly recognize my mistake and manage to take it back. Once the ritual is complete, the princess is born inside Camille, and shes gonna have to blow up to give it birth. Nice. A parade storms all around. A woman is wearing a big orange afro wig. Another has puppets.

Dream 6: I am talking to an old man in front of a shelve full of music CDs. He talks to me about how he loves Billy Talent and other Alternative/punk bands. Hes wearing a red jacket. I propose to him other artists from my music library, including Daughtry and Nickelback. Then when I mention Green Day, he says: Oh yeah, that was his girlfriend in hockey! And im like: Yeah! Uh...What? Thats it.

Six in one. Yay! Thats gotta be like the whole freakin night! But with all this, 6 NIGHTS LEFT. I decided tonight is my last shot. If I dont get a respectable, full lucid dream in the following night (like my second one ) im pulling out THE HEAVY ARTILLERY

That means RC every freakin minute, DEILD, MILD or WILD if fail, WBTB, even CAN-WILD if required. Im gonna read, watch, post, live the dream. The clock is ticking, but I WILL fly until school. Thats guaranteed. I will even talk to my parents about it and listen to MP3s if it is absolutely needed.

Dream 1: I organise a party at my house and invite tons of people I dont neceseraly like. I also bring a bunch of my real friends. Mathilde pops up and she goes to the balcony. I sit next to her and ask how she's doing. She's fine. The whole conversation turns very awkward. We have nothing to say So I go back to hang out with my dudes thinking its not my problem if she doesnt make an effort to chat with us. I see the two girls from l'Academie and think to myself that apparently it was NOT the last time I would see them. I fear they laugh at us, but weirdly I dont wonder why I invited them Later, I am alone in the school and see another guy from the camp and he talks to me about how he says random things. When he comes close to me I slowly back away, not afraid but a little intimidated. After this we end up in an auditorium. Behind me is sitting Mathilde with others girls I dont know. I think about trying to interact, and I do. When a show on a big screen comes called "The Payout" we have to give money numerous times(in the form of coloured licorice ). I talk to Mathilde about how its a ripoff. She says they know we go to a private school and weve got money.

Dream 2: I am watching my mom on the comp. She is watching a document to cure Anthony. She tells me he has a loud ringing in his ear. I tell her thats Tinnitus, and I have it too. You dont die from it. My bro gets so sick these times for no reason. Fever, ear problems, anything you can imagine. On the screen you also see a little cartoon boy like the ones on school documents.

Dream 3: Something that has to do with me explaining lucid dreaming to persons (again). Too bad I didnt get lucid on that

Dream 4: Just remembered I am shopping with my family at Archambault and random strangers constantly ask me if I want something. When were walking away I turn back and almost ask the guy I want The Killers album. Its ironic since the same thing happened in the day but in reality it was my mom that asked me if I wanted something (which makes more sense )

Countdown: Only 7 nights. Get workin
Goal: Fly, and also transform in an eagle if possible ;P

It just blew up. I got like 2 big dreams, followed by 6 small ones. No need to say, I forgot all of them Damn it. I do remember I had a shitload of dreams, which I guess beats my previous record of 4. That said, I didnt recall them Oh well, I'm playing it cool. I did though, manage not to move after some of them (I think).

Countdown: 8 Nights left :S
Goal: Fly

I did it. Thats right. DEILD. My technique. I knew it. I always knew it. When I saw DEILD I was like: Thats the one for me. And it was. It is. This was no "lucky shot" like DILD. This was INDUCED. I have skills! Hell yeah. Before going through this epic night lets start with the two non-LDs I dont care about.

Dream 1: I am in my living room watching TV. My dad browses through the channel. The first thing we watch is America's Got Talent on CityTv. It is obvious that it is not in HD, as you see Howie Mandel in a real crappy image. We watch different groups on the show, mostly dancers. They are on the first stage with the red background, not the Hollywood one. There are also flashbacks of their course on the show, like they do in the real one. Next there's the tourism channel that my dad tells me talks about three cities: Montreal, Quebec and Vancouver. I remember seeing Cinderella (who represents Disney) in a big city at night. She is giving out pamphlets and talking about landmarks. Like a tourism booth. Later, we go to the parking lot (which brings me to think we were in a hotel room and not our living room). I make fun of a bunch of kids there. We get in the very small elevator, and suddenly everyone rushes in. The elevator makes a weird sounds, and I wonder if we got over the limit of people it can take. Since its my mind, of course we did. We crash down in the shaft.

Dream 2: After a failed attempt at DEILD, I fall asleep into another dream. This time, I am going to a shop. It is not very clear what it sells, were just there. She waits for me outside while I go buy whatever I need. I walk around the aisles (which look very much like a library) upstairs while constantly looking at my cellphone which is on a bench near. I go back to where my mom waits. My friend Émilie explains to me why Vampires Suck sucks while we are in a red boat that is parking in yet another parking lot. She says there is a scene where they are just on a boat and it cost a very low 500$. I agree. Then for some reason I go back to the store, except this time im handicapped. My right leg is covered in a big plaster. I go through the same entrance but this time I need the ramp to go upstairs. A woman that probably works there tells me to go on a small square on the ground. I do, and it lifts up very high. She tells me to close my eyes and I obey. I almost fall down since the square is so small. Before I know it im back in the library. In a completely different scenario, I see something (a video?) about how some of the Dragons from Dragon's Den (the rich ppl) succombed to temptation, which I believe is sex, since next is four naked women in a pool. I end up in that pool quickly enough and swim underwater. I notice my plaster has dissapeared.

Ok, now the good part

THE DEILD: After the dream that just ended, I dont move. Obviously, otherwise I wouldnt have managed to transition. Then I try something new: I rub the bottom of the pool I just got out of. You know, the bottom of the pool always had a weird feeling when you touch it. So I keep rubbing it until it feels real. Very real. And then BAM!
My first encounter with SP. It was incredible. Pow! HUGE vibrations. It felt like when your in an old rollercoaster or on a bumpy road. I have mild Tinnitus, but I got REALLY LOUD! On a very higher tone then normal. Then I see something: like an evil eye. You know, evil. Bloody veins, cat-like pupil, yellow. It was a rough ride, especially for a first SP. All this lasted for a few moments until Peeeewww. Black. Immediatly I know im in a dream and roll. I didnt want to roll in the first place, but something told me to. I feel like im falling in my bed and my first thought is: Okay, I did it. Now I gotta fly. Cus you see, thats my goal til school. But I am once again hit by exit blindness and eventually wake up. Damn it. But YEAH! Awsum!

Countdown: 9 nights
Goal: Fly

But its over! Finally! Now I can focus on dreaming again! Yay! PLUS tonight is my good night. Reyay! So yeah, no dream. But if my calculations are correct, im in for a great night. For sure. All this cooking has just brought me closer to my dreaded date: August 30. School. Hopefully starting tomorrow this journal can contain dreams instead of notes. I mean, its a dream journal. I just thought of something; why dont I predict every night what will happen? I write my prediction here, then try and guess my next dream. Cool, il do that starting now.

The prediction: An evil monkey will attack Blainville and Superman will own it by throwing sponges.
Countdown: 10 fateful nights
Goal: Fly. Plain and simple

This time it went good. Real good. Three dreams, actually two dreams but I lived the same one twice. I dont remember them clearly because, of course, i cant write. The first one had to do with cooking. I talked about hair with Alex. But thats not the good part. For the second time, I managed to NOT MOVE and keep my EYES CLOSED. Yay! The cat got me up. Awwww!
Thats right. The cat. How pathetic. This is still a good sign though. I mean, I can pull it off again.

The clear double dream: Im a pig. Yeah. Like the one in the Simpsons movie. I run. Away. From my mom. Or i dunno. It really isnt that clear at all, a whole stressful day later. But I do remember I remembered it this morning. Also, I knew the second time that it was the second time, and I decided to do it differently. I ran in my yard, and somehow turned back into myself.

Countdown: 11

I am now officially a 1/5 of the way to the 100th Wave. Yay! No dream. Awww! I did realise that it has only been 20 days. It felt so much longer. Really 21 days ago I was in my Pre Dreams. Now im in my Post Dreams

I am getting more and more scared of fluctuating results when I actually do stuff in the day. Or even worse, when I stress for the next day. I see to always get a crappy day, then an awsum day, then a crappy day. I guess today's gonna be great then, since last night was a fail. Ld perhaps? Dunno. Wel see

Countdown: 12 nights left

Yep. Title says it all. So now what do I do? I have to write after the day like right now, and im lucky I still vaguely remember last nights. But thats today. Guess whats coming up? Another night, another day, and a new entry. I have another option which is to get up earlier and write before leaving. The problem: That means I have to get up earlier I guess I got no choice.

Dream: I saw a critic before going to bed that described Coldplay very harshly. So I dreamed about me defending my favorite band in a library. I also think : Hey, I should use this chance to look for Stephen Laberge's book! Then, and thats weird, I dream about a Dungeon pokemon game where the narrator says something like: All this confusion makes the rescue team confused. And then I do a reality check but wake up just before I do it. Sucks

Countdown: 13 nights