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No recall. Life got busy and journaling went out the window.

However, girlfriend is now away on work travel, so I will be able to practice WBTB and other techniques without disturbing her sleep for the next couple weeks

I was hungover all day from partying with my friend the day prior where I had two beers and did a shot with her. On my hungover day I went on a run in the hot sun and bought apple juice because I once read it gives you vivid dreams, I took a nap and you can judge the apple juice effects for yourself:

I was in a diner themed McDonald's, I had a call from my employer apparently, I don't know what it said. But someone did an in-depth analysis about Chickie's dad from Rugrats in which he held a gun to his head and asked "What's a drama that makes you fall in love with life again?" it featured a 90s cartoon style scene of Chuckie, disguised as Elisabeth Thornberry, running away from home, and his dad getting depressed. The families from Rugrats go through the city to search for Chuckie, it shows a really cartoony montage of everyone's houses chasing around the city like cars. Spinelli from Recess makes a cameo appearance as older homeless woman punching the dad from Phil and Lil.

I wake up in the McDiner again forgetting about my order, I see an invoice letter with my name on it wilth the receipt attached saying order 97, I then see the take out bar with a bat with my order, I grab it and this mysterious black girl sitting by the bar who follows me on twitter apparently tells me I "shouldn't let that girl control me" referring to some random meme I got on my birthday on twitter within the dream canon. A girl tried to order a burger but with nothing but the "banana sauce" the black guy working there looks at her with this "really?" smile on his face.

Dream was in English

Edit: (and TW: Suicide) during that Rugrats bit I had a dream of a vine type of sketch featuring a group of black guys in which one of them holds a gun to his head and shoots himself then drops to the chair, his friends jokingly re-enact his dropping motion as he just lands sitting down with a funny bounce, the guy from the gun was still concious watching bis friends and laughing along and playing along with them followed by his POV of suddenly noticing his vision going dark and blurry.

I should add that the reason I added everyone's race is because they were all black just like I am, it reads a little weird to me as well, but I wanted to remember that detail. Reference was probably because I went to an African festival yesterday and hung out with people from the festival at an after party.

5/19/23
I'm standing with B in the backyard in The Meadow and something doesn't seem 100% right. I look at my hands and count 5 fingers on both, rotating them back and forth. I look once again doing the same procedure, yet they continue to look real. I get a sense that this simply isn't waking reality and my awareness begins to rise a bit more as I tend to push my awareness during waking life. I become aware that I'm in a dream. I turn to B and say "Now we're lucid" as I begin to rise up a fly with enjoyment. I start heading toward the far end of the yard where tall trees in the woods loom behind the fence. I continue to fly but soon realize that I'm risking having the dream fade if I fly into the darkness. I decide to keep the dream more stable by turning around and flying toward the house. I see a light emanating from the door on the right side and fly in that direction. I head toward the laundry room which has a door open. I see the washer and dryer with the doors situated vertically - they're both projecting a holographic image on them with a blue hue. I consider two of my major dream goals: heading to my dream sanctuary as well as asking what my spiritual path is. I begin asking the dream what my spiritual bath is - I ask twice yet get no answer. I decide to sit and practice zazen. I sit facing the wall and begin meditation. B sits to my right. I'm interested in how stable my awareness is within the dream state. I see the slight warbling effects of my visuals through my half open eyes, but my awareness is pretty steady. I meditate for about a minute, then get up. I reflect on how my awareness in the dream seems a bit more stable since several years prior. I continue to make my way to the next room an consider heading to my dream sanctuary. I take in the visuals of the kitchen and head to the family room. I hold off on the dream goal and decide to meditate in my usual spot in real life. I enter the family room and face the sliding glass doors and notice snow flurries coming to the ground outside. I see my reflection and I'm wearing the same pjs I wore to bed. I look very similar to real life with slightly shorter hair. I set to meditate and B is by my side once again. I stabilize my awareness. A thought passes through my awareness of what it would be like if all my dreams were lucid- would that just be too much time in the state? What if there are bad dreams? I come back to awareness. After about a minute I get up and return to the central area of the kitchen and consider looking for a portal to head to the dream sanctuary. I look at the bathroom door, basement door and front. I decide to just chill for a bit though, and just enjoy the dream environment. I think, hey why not get some chocolate and decide to get some chocolate ice cream from the fridge (having a giant chocolate bar was a just-for-fun dream goal anyway!). I see French Vanilla ice cream and think that would be great and grab the container. I also see a large Valor dark chocolate bar in red and gold wrapper with about 2/3 remaining and the wrapper pulled back - I grab that too. I put my hand into the ice cream, grab a big chunk and try it. It tastes pretty good! About 50% of the flavor of real life. I head toward the table with the ice cream and chocolate bar, but decide to grab a cup and spoon for the ice cream since I don't want to be messy - reflecting on making bad karmic patterns even in the dram state. I sit back next to B, and notice the edge of the cup with ice cream dripping down. I reflect on how cool it is to be in this aware state, just chilling and hanging out with my 'dream brother'. After a moment, the dream begins to fade a bit and I begin to come to back to my waking body.
Factors: Awareness practice; Illusory form practice; Mantra before bed; Reishi - midnight

I'm on a platform high int he trees on the edge of the Dark Woods in The Meadow. I realize I'm dreaming. H is next to me and I look at her and tell her I'm dreaming. I'm laying down on the wooden square platform underneath some covers. I look up and see the moon in the distance hanging above the faint view of the neighbor's house. The platform is roughly eight feet by five feet, constructed of wood, sitting about two stories high with a two foot wooden railing running around it. I feel the covers around me and think that the tactile sense will help prolong the dream. I chat with H for a short bit, but slip into a false awakening in which I'm telling a DC outside my room that I just had a lucid dream.

+ soccer field at the corner of the field by the goal, the goalies are practicing doing lock kicks back in to the field. Someone is also training with me and kicking some balls for me to block, I see those goalies are really good at doing very long kicks. There's a small-sized woman there and I take her up into my arms and am amorously caressing her. Then I think this is not a good idea and I put her down. She wants to continue, comes up and looks up at me with big eyes and says "hug!" So I pick her up for a hug and then I notice photographers off to the side snapping pictures. They're probably going to blackmail me.

+ discussing presidential history, bad president, room, sit with [deceased] wife E, call out to her to remember our visit to that temporary president, to connect with her but I feel we are distant, she stands up and moves away from me

walking outside, girl says "I lost my bracelet" [IWL wife asked me to bring her her Fitbit that she left downstairs], "the one with the crystals/stones" [IWL wife L has such a thing], I'm looking around and around a corner I see a small cache of items, there's a small corded bracelet hanging on a (nail?) that has two large roughly cut crystals on it, I pick it up and hand it to her, "here it is!". I think there is a group of thieves working this area, and how easy it is to steal things from someone who's unsuspecting, just sitting there and the thief comes up behind them and snatches their things away while the victim is not looking.

+ I find illegal invasive pests in the back corner of a local store, a crate of tick-like insects and a crate of very fat, plump juicy wormy things, they're all squiggling around, I want to call the cops because I know these are illegal and if released in to the local ecosystem will spread and destroy the vegetation/crops, I decide to take a picture of them but as I start to do this some guys from the store come up to me, ask me "What are you doing here? There's nothing to take pictures of here, just regular products." It's true that around the area is just plain uninteresting things like bottles of ketchup. They are very threatening. I decide to get out of there, I get in to my car outside, and the people (wife E?) with me are also getting in, I'm yelling "hurry up! We have to go!" and I take off in the car. The streets are very narrow and there is an oncoming very large truck heading at me. Because I need to get away I do not stop but keep driving hoping he will yield. Because the divers of such trucks are very rude he doesn't stop and keeps barreling right at me. I try to maneuver between the truck and the parked cars but it's too narrow, we side-swipe each other as we collide and I have an image of a car/truck that has had it's entire roof/upper section ripped off.

+ [f] driving a car with no brakes control [DS!!]. I'm pushing hard on the brake pedal at times but it's barely responding. Twilight/night time.

+ With [deceased] wife E at a border crossing to a small country where people go to vacation. They ask my wife her name and she gives a fake name, they look at her passport and pass her. I'm surprised that she gave a fake name and think she must have a falsified passport. They ask me my name and I give my full correct name (in a foreign language) and present my passport, the border guard takes it and says "there must be a mistake in your passport because here it says (some name completely different from my own), I'm going to need to detain you" and goes off to discuss what to do with me with the officials. I tell my wife "You should have told me ahead of time that we had fake passports with fake names!!!". I'm standing there dreading the consequences of this.

DILD #287
+ I'm walking through some area and decide to open a door, I see a bunch of people in a room and go in, there is a pretty young woman with a sort of "vest blouse" that is fully open exposing her breasts with pasties covering the nipples. I go up to here and realize I'm dreaming, and "interact" with her, and to confirm, I say out loud, "I'm dreaming!". Then I lead her towards the back of the room, saying "Your name is Claire!" and the dream ends

DILD #288
+ dream begins and I find myself in a sort of house/room looking outside and I immediately realize I'm dreaming. I look to my right and see my wife L standing at a table but I decide not to interact with her. I turn towards a wall and stick my hand through it, it goes through effortlessly. I really enjoy this, so I stick my other hand through the wall, too, along with the first one. Then I stick my left leg up to the knee through the wall. I think about putting my head through the wall but am concerned this may destabilize the dream or cause a transition to I just decide to go do something else and turn away from the wall and walk through the rooms/halls in the house. There is a hallway with a wood floor and I reach down and feel it with my hands. It feels totally like a waking wood floor, with full touch sensitivity in my fingers/hands. I get down on the floor and rub myself on it, I fully feel the pressure point on my stomach and hips, I feel my weight as I press down in to the floor. I try humping the floor because I recall someone recommending doing that at one point but felt nothing special and decided that was a bust so I stood up. I wanted to do more tasks and start walking towards another room (kitchen?) and think about pocket summoning a bottle of beer to drink it and do my 3-step #2, but I wake up.

I don't remember the full dreams but here are two fragments.

Fragment One: I am living with my mom except we are wealthy and have a very big nice home. I am working with my internet friend, KS, on a project. Later on, my mom is out of town and I invite KS to visit to work on the project. KS goes into some sort of psychotic break and starts rearanging the entire house and even spray painting on the walls. I am powerless to stop him. When my mom gets back she is furious and I am forced to kick KS out.

Fragment Two: I am in school again, which should have been a good dream sign but that is lost on me. A woman comes in with very red hair. Apparently she is dropping off her daughter who in the dream I remember from going to highschool with in waking life although I can't remember her now that I am awake.

I'm in a house in The Meadow and I'm standing by the peninsula dividing the family room from the kitchen. A dream character is standing there. He's a male who appears to be in his mid twenties with black hair, a black t-shirt and a slender build. I get the feeling that something is strange. I raise my right hand in front of me instinctively and it looks slightly darker. I suddenly realize I'm in a dream and I'm lucid.
I ignore the DC and head toward the island in the kitchen. I begin thinking of some dream goals. I think of summon an animal dream guide as well as meditating. I decide to meditate as I haven't done that in a while. I float up to the top of the island in the kitchen and sit down cross-legged for zazen. I begin and my awareness is pretty stable. I see the DC beginning to approach. I continue meditating and my dream body slowly slides to the edge of the island. Once I reach the edge, my dream body slowly glides to the floor and I stand. I decide to try to summon my animal dream guide. I imagine that when I turn it'll be on my shoulder or behind me. I turn my head but nothing is there, so I decide to move on to exploring. But first I decide to grab something to eat from the kitchen area. I look at the cabinets above the fridge, open the right one and see a box of Honey-Nut Cheerios. I grab a handful and begin chewing - they taste pretty similar to regular Cheerios but a bit more muted in flavor. I head to the front of the house and begin flying toward the front door. I fly through it and higher into the air outside. I'm continuing to chew and taste the cereal. The dream begins to black and I resolve to maintain awareness through it. I maintain awareness, but it continues for a bit so I begin visualizing to begin the next dream scene. I begin with turning my visual field yellow - nothing happens. I begin to try more visuals, but I slowly come back to my waking body.

This dream made me uncomfortable but I still want to journal it because this isn't the first time I had a dream like this one and I am trying to journal every full dream here.

Other Relationship (NLD) 06.17.2023

I am someone other than myself, something that happens fairly often in my non lucids. He is younger and has more of a punk or goth vibe than I do in waking life. This character I'm existing as is single until he connects with someone on a dating app. She has kids and is getting a divorce which doesn't bother him at the start of the dream. They spend more and more time together and start to feel close. The weeks pass by at a dialated rate and her divorce starts to get messy. She starts pushing him away, probably from the stress. The final blow comes when she tells him she is going back to her husband and she breaks up with him. This is when I wake up from my alarm and I just sit there processing the loss, not fully comprehending that it is just a dream. I spend about a week in dream time contemplating the loss.

In the next fully solidified dream scene I am in a room with her playing video games with her kids and my waking life girlfriend, k, is there too. This situation makes me very uncomfortable because I am starting to remember my real relationship. I tell everyone that I am unfomroftable and sink into the back end of the room until I wake up.

When I wake up, of corse, I can remember my waking life fully again. It takes me a while to process it and talking to K really helped. Overall this only makes me appreciate K even more!

Fragment finishing the week at work and a couple of longer fragments for the first day off. Still one to come, I’m gonna use this scenario to try sort of extended DEILD

16.06.23

Stress of work once more sneaking around. This time only fragment of the night was a situation that happened some days ago at work with one of my coworkers. In the dream it happened the other way around as it really did

…/I see E. searching for one item, doing his best to find it between the other items that cover it/…

17.06.23

…/I see two kids on the upper platform of a toboggan of grass. One of them stands on the taller kid’s shoulders who jumps high in the air to do a somersault 360 forwards. To land standing. The smaller kid lands on his back touching the feet of the other who stands. The feeling of the moment is not good. It sounds terrible bad when they both land at the same time. One standing the other laying. The smaller changed his position from the older kid’s shoulders to the feet during the somersault. It went wrong and now the kid doesn’t react laying unconscious on the floor. There’s a lot of stress around, it breaks a lot of events that were happening at the time. One of those events is related to a dream interpreter who went somewhere and will come back today at any time. I’m worrying about him, because when he’s going to come back, the place will be empty because of the accident/…

…/To the right side of the toboggan there is a small hangar. I’m waiting for a tire to be changed there. I see the old tire resting on one side of the car. It seems that S. stands somewhere around/…

…/In the same dream, I see my brothers approaching, Rn got long hair and it seems that P. is coming together with him. Rl comes from a lower platform, it’s a recurrent scenario, like a park fused with a backyard/…

I had some impressions from past dreams, related to the place. I’ll use that to focus when WBTB later

I'm lucid in what appears to be the hallway of a hotel. I get moving right away and phase through a wall to my left. My vision goes black temporarily as my head moves through the wall and I think about how this would be a full ten points in competition. I emerge on the other side in what appears to be a typical hotel room on an upper level. There are white bed sheets and pillows on the bed against the right wall. I don't want to waste any time and think about some dream goals. I decide not to go with the sanctuary idea. Meditating comes into my mind, but I decide not to do that either. I then remember that I wanted to try summon and decide on trying to summon a small dragon companion. I make my way to the end of the room and onto the balcony. I imagine that a small dragon will be perched on my right shoulder when I raise my hand and turn my head. I turn my head and see very faint wisps of a dragon figure. I decide I want something more solid, so imagine that when I turn back toward the main balcony there will be a solid small dragon. I look toward this area - which extends further past the balcony via tan concrete terraces - and see a small figure which resembles a tiny red dragon without wings. It looks almost like a very small red dog. I want it to be a bit more vivid and the dream complies, making it a bit clearer. I float closer and say that it still looks a little strange. I continue to fly forward just ignoring the figure for now. I continue past the tan concrete terraces and into an area on the edge of the building complex which overlooks a descent of about eight stories. I see two black cars making their way from the left into an intersection and hear their engines revving. I jump and begin to dive through the air toward them. The dream becomes unstable and I wake up.

Dream starts out, I think I am riding my bike through my old hometown somewhere. I think a scene may have taken place at my father’s parent’s house.

I go to visit an apartment and the dream shifts to a fully otd scene. I am sitting at a counter made of bamboo or some kind of wood and it is shaped to look like a surfboard. There is a small glass jar with bamboo growing in it. I have come to discuss lucid dreaming with him and I am waiting for him to get us drinks.

I say to myself “Okay, I am not stupid, I know enough to properly get lucid here.” And while I was properly lucid this go around, I was still not the most clear minded or focused throughout the dream.

I then notice that the apartment is empty. I walk through a sort of living room area with high ceiling and a big light gray curved couch. I tell myself that when I go through, Manei will be on the other side.

I am now in a different apartment or condo, though it feels like a similar location. I come through to new apartment. This one seems to have plants everywhere and be on the beach, though the design of it is still very fuzzy. There is a tall DF who due to the general instability of the dream seems to be rapidly cycling through different appearances. I kid you not while I looked at them and heard slot machine sounds while they morphed rapidly through different appearances like someone who kept pressing ‘randomize’ on a video game character creator. Their height is the only consistent feature.

“Are you Manei? You’re tall enough to be her.”

The dream figure settles on a form that looks sort of like her base form. Though it appears to be middle aged and appears somewhat pallad and sickly. Regardless I sense that it is her and we embrace and kiss then walk over to the window. The scene outside seems unstable. Directly outside I see a road runs paralell to the ocean and perpendicular along the side of the apartment building. I see the road is below sea level and the sea/ocean is spilling over a small waterfall on the coast, about the meter and flowing down the road. I see a large cumulus cloud (or volcanic ash plume) and small debris raining down from it.

“I see small debris raining down and we’re below sea level. What do you see?”

Manei is now a large bipedial/humanoid grayish tabby cat. She is silent.

We then arrive outside in a canoe, riding down the water which spills over from the sea and runs down the street. I see a police SUV get in the street and turn down, driving through the water my canoe is floating in. The water is maybe 10-15cm deep, barely deep enough for my canoe to float but also shallow enough for the police car to drive in. Cat-Manei is in the canoe but vanishes after I look away from her too many times. I am worried the dream police will stop me but they just go around me.

I am thinking about how I am somewhat lucid but not really. I remember something from robert waggoner's book about how a dream should in theory like to interact with a lucid consciousness over a non lucid one.

I get out of the canoe, wade through the water and go back into the apartment complex. I pick a random apartment and say to myself that “This is Mr. Monkey and Juliana’s apartment. I will meet them in there.”

I go inside. A small white robot with a square head leads me to another apartment door and I am back in the room with the gray couch and the odd high ceiling. I see two dream figures and intuitively know they are Monkey and Juliana. I also see that the high ceiling apartment/condominium has a staircase and a balcony that overlooks the main living space with a sort of firemans pole. I climb the stairs and slide down the firemans pole while I am having diaolouge. As I do, I call out for Manei again.

“Manei, can you please come in here to meet Mr. Monkey and Juliana.” I say. I am trying to arrange a dream scene with all four of us present even though I don’t really have an end goal in mind.

“In a minute I’m taking a picture!” I hear her voice very clearly project from another room. I intuitvely know its a bathroom and that she is getting ready.

Intuitively I know this is her saying “I’m trying to get my form right this time.”

“Hurry up, stop posting to dreamstangram!”

Which has the double meaning of “I don’t care if its not perfect, just come.”

I then pause and for some reason think of ‘dream’ the Minecraft youtuber, and say to myself. “Whoops that had a double meaning, sorry.”

I look at Monkey and Juliana sitting on the big gray couch together. Monkey seems fuzzy but he looks to be wearing a blue bathrobe and white breifs and nothing else. He has large mutton chops and a monkey tail and is sitting on the couch eating chips or cheez-its or something out of a plastic bowl and drinking a beer. Juliana is wearing a tank top that says on her chest “witch bitch” and has short black hair in a sort of pixie cut, and panties. When I look at her she chugs an entire bottle of beer distressingly fast, belches, and then laughs at something on the TV.

I look at the TV and see some kind of old school cartoon, like tom and jerry or something. The actual TV imagery is fuzzy but I hear “whoops” and “clangs” and other stock old school cartoon sound effects. I then notice a 3x5 cardboard case of beer bottles (mostly empty with bottles scattered around on the floor between them.)

I somehow interpret this as symbolic “this is a shared dream on some level, but they are nonlucid, just passive observers who are mentally inebriated and passively going along with a stupid dream plot. I need to help them get lucid. Then I can do my sparring goal with Monkey but in my dream.” I also make the connection to some of our visualization exercises where they are comfortable with drinking and we are not.

But the dream ends and I wake up instead.

-+-

Some dream where I am in a survival situation with my mom. There is an ice age or snow storm and we are alternating between traveling through towns and cities buried in ice and camping out in various buildings finding food and supplies.

This dream was during a nap. I took a nap even though I slept in today because I wanted to procrastinate on programming.[/SIZE]

Sparing With JadeGreen One (NLD) 06.16.2023

I am in a classroom at a college and apparently there was more I was supposed to have done even though I already have my Bachelor's degree. To make things worse, my gpa has gone down to 3.20 from never showing up to those classes. The next scene I was talking with my mom and telling her about the problem which triggered some small
amount of lucidity since being back in school is a common dream sign in me. However, I did not gain enough lucidity to not follow the plot of the dream.

There was another scene or two in the middle here in the middle. Maybe something to do with fishing? I can't remmeber.

The next scene I remember I am in the hallways of the school and I seem to have some amount of control because I summon a ball of kenetic sand and play around with it using telekinesis. I can feel the unique properties of the material through the telekinesis. For me, doing telekinesis is like flexing a muscle that pushes against the gravity of the scene. How it feels for me to fly is similar. I make the sand into the shape of a sierpinski pyramid. I summon a mirror that I hold underneath the sand, I think so I can see it from both sides.

Someone is walking down the halls who I somehow know to be JadeGreen! He doesn't look to be in his hade form but I somehow know it's him. He looks like a younger version of me, before I gained weight and his face is blurred but I know it's him. I float the sand over to him and he shapes it with telekinesis too. I hand him the mirror and make one side of it some sort of pattern, maybe as a way of calibrating the telekinesis? He starts to walk away and I remember we are supposed to spar! I tell him to come back and we both summon bo staves. Right as we start the fight I lose stability and visuals but I feel the distinct feeling of his staff hitting my right leg. It hurts! I find myself in a new dream scene and I pull out my phone and discord message him "Ow!" to acknowledge that he won. He responds back with 3 Superman logo emojis and I wake up for real.

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

Normal-Type
I'm playing a Pokemon-like game. I'm in a cave-type area.
I can see my team, and their levels are absurdly high, like in the 10,000s. It's styled like Gen 1 where the menu sprites are weird little guys.
Of course, the odd levels don't tip me off to this being a dream.
My normal-type Pokemon levels up, and the game tells me that while this Pokemon isn't the strongest, it is good to use as a slave.
It's referring to HM Slave, where you teach one Pokemon all the field related moves like Strength, Surf, Flash, and Cut for world traversal.
When its stats come up from gaining the level, I note that attack and defense are the highest. That's consistent for a normal type. Good job subconscious.
My brother is watching me play, and we are arguing about something. Heated argument with him yet again.