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Can't recall where I am and decided it was best to check my hands. After looking at them I can tell there is something off about them. I use one of my fingers to put preesure on my hand and confirm that I am dreaming. During the transition to lucidity I felt stuck again but this time I manage not to wake up. It's like my eyes wouldn't open when I became lucid, the struggle with my eyes will eventually lead to me waking up. This time I just let them stayed close then. That's when I felt like I am being push through a building while hearing the shattering glass pass through. I land on the floor hearing what sounds to be my father. I tell him I am currently lucid dreaming. He doesn't understand so I open my eyes to explain it to him but after opening them I lost my lucidity. Lucidity Time: 30 seconds

I was at a game store with S and C. The person at the store was driving a hard sell at us about this new game that had just hit the shelves. It was a game that was really popular in Japan. In the game, you would drive around these miniature robots. (About the size of small RC cars). But the robots had weapons with real ammunition and could have battles, but on a very small scale. For example, one of the maps in the game was the living room of the house.

Slowly, (Because Dream) this became the reality of the situation. I was standing outside of an abandoned house, with a controller and driving a miniature robot around in a battle. There were other people with controllers too. The battle was taking place outdoors. I remember my robot got destroyed by one of these little quad-copter bots that dropped little bombs all around it that blew up. Then, someone on my team accused the guy who had just killed me of screen-cheating and looking at my controller. The two started fighting but I didn't care because it was just a game.

I waited for a respawn, but then remembered that this was 'real life'. I turned around and asked the other guys what I should do. But they were gone. This big moose/elk (I don't know what kind of animal it was, I don't think the dream even knew) came out of the woods and started charging at me. I started running away from it, but I wasn't looking where I was going and fell into a river. (Man, non-lucidity makes you clumsy) I tried to swim away but it followed me into the water.

The animal tried to swim after me. It seemed to be catching up to me in the water but once it was like two or three feet away it started thrashing around so much trying to gore me with its antlers that the currents it made in the water pushed me away from it just enough for me to not be hit. The animal continued to do this all the way across the river. I stopped being scared at this point because I realized that the the currents would keep pushing me out of the way. When I got to the opposite bank (I was now in a location that was very similar to the park near my subdivision, but it had a big river in it.) I started running again, but I was more lucid now.

The animal got out of the water and but stopped chasing me. It stood up on its hind legs and made this roaring/screeching sound. I remember it had sharp teeth.

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Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That's actually a wendigo isn't it...?

I remember Manei appeared wearing a cowgirl outfit and then threw a rope around its neck and tied it to a tree. I became lucid when I saw her. (Since I've been reminding myself obsessively that dream guides don't exist in real life.) I said something about her saving me for a change and how I actually really appreciate it. The beast was still tied to a tree and still trying to get me. I think it turned into a person.

...

The dream transitioned to a pool. She said something about a her bathing suit (That was black by the way, weird because I thought she hated black). She then said that she got her braces off and gave me this big stupid smile. The dream focused in on the detail of her teeth. She was missing one on the bottom right. (Also, weirdly enough, I've seen that same big smile before and she never had braces.) Inconsistency!

I woke up before we could do anything because the stray cat in the neighborhood decided to have a fight with my cat. I know I attempted two WBTBs, one at 4:00, (After the cat woke me up), and one at 6:00 (Natural awakening). I think there was some fragments, but they got lost by the time I made it downstairs to my laptop.

D₁- I was sitting in a brightly colored resteraunt whenever I realizes I was dreaming. I sat there in a booth repeating,"I am dreaming." 3-7-16

D₂-I was at my dads house in my old room in the attic. I kept lloking back and forth from the two windows at either side of the room. One was bright and sunny, the other had dark clouds a dark golden sky and lightning everywhere. At first the lightning looked like crosses and then it looked normal. My younger sister came up the stairs and grabbed ahold of my hand dragging me down towards the basement saying,"We have to get somewhere aafe." I grabbed two blankets so we would be comfortable. Soon the storm was over and the spots that had been struck by the lightning were rainbow and petrified (the rainbow looked kinda like an oil slick on the side of the road). I picked up a piece of wood and went to show my sister whenever I woke up. 3-8-16

I fall awake into The Void. Ahh. Are there stars? I make out a few twinkles of light in the distance. Yes, tonight anyway. Where should I go? Nowhere in particular...

The Dreaming, as it always does, finds an amusing solution. I fall into a grassy clearing in the middle of an evergreen forest. First, I notice how the grassy is uneven and matted and trampled. This is wild grass, not a kept lawn. There's fallen leaves dancing in the wind. Yes, it's windy. I look at the rustling trees. The type of trees don't match with the fallen leaves, but no matter. I know exactly where I am: the middle of Nowhere.

I look up and it is overcast. Not separate clouds, just an even blanket of gray. A storm must have just passed through. I'm fine with that. A change in the weather is always welcome.

The clearing I'm in is, oh, about the size of a football field but irregularly shaped. I turn to my right and see a man walking with his daughter. He looks middle-aged, with glasses and a mustache. He wears a light brown blazer. Corduroy? That's quaint. His clothes are a bit rumbled and his hair looks like it was neatly combed this morning but has been tussled by the wind throughout the day. He leads by the hand a little girl. Blonde pigtails. Her eyes seem dazzled by the leaves as they dance.

"What's going on here?" I ask.

"There's been a disturbance in the universe," he replies, but seemingly unconcerned. He continues on with the girl. I look past them and see a group of about 20 people farther off, near the end of the clearing. They look like mothers and young children at a picnic. They're assembling as if to leave, picking up their blankets and bags.

I think, They came out for a tea party during the storm. Now that the storm is over, they're going home. Ha! I leave them be. I look up again, noticing again the gray sky.

I fly upwards to get a better lay of the land. I get high enough to see clear over the trees. In every direction it's just trees and patches of grass. No roads, no cars, no buildings. Definitely Nowhere. And I start to think I don't even know "when" I am. I couldn't judge much from the people or their clothing. They don't look contemporary. Could have been 20 years ago, or 50, or 100. The best clue was the style of the man's glasses, but even then I can only speculate.

I rear back a bit as I'm hovering, like I'm pulling back a swing. I allow myself to fall. Usually when I fall, it's like I'm riding an invisible slide. But this time, I think of a swing and so my trajectory follows a different curve. I swoop down through the trees and delight in the thrill. I am flung back upward into the gray sky until it fills my vision with solid color and I dissolve back into the waking world.

I am the most cruel person in the whole dream world. No kiddin'. But about that later.

I slept ~5h and I woke up, tried WILD/DELID a while but nothing happened. I couldn't recall much and I couldn't sleep so I got up, played some logic games on my phone. I was awake ~1,5-2h, counting and practise awareness a bit before sleep.

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#5 & 6 LD - Wandering, TOTM and stuff
I was lying on my bed, looking at the floor. My carpet in RL looks like this: <KLIK> and in the dream one of these swirls created a word "Sen" which in Polish means "Dream". Also the floor was closer than in RL. (I don't know if I did RC, maybe the one with breath check without moving, anyway I get lucid). I got up fast, I saw a little black&white kitten which looked like he was waiting till I wake up. And what did I do? I ignore him insolently! He even run away, I went immediately out of my room. (That's why I'm so cruel - I understand flying, superpowers, dragons, aliens, fantasy castles, ANYTHING BUT THE CAT. I'll never forgive myself that! He was so tiny and cute and I just ignored him, probably because I didn't want to lose lucidity but still that's inexcusable. Only cat lovers'll understand that :c) So the dream was pretty vivid and light however I was rubbing my hands for a while. I wasn't calm, I didn't know what to do. I went to the bathroom. Before I opened the door I was hoping there will be some mountains but it didn't. I went in and tried to fly away through the window but I couldn't so I gave up. I don't know if I should try anyway but I was thinking that I don't wanna lose my time for one thing. I went to the kitchen, behind the window I saw a little snow on the ground - it was day. The door were open a bit and I saw there a bag but I ignored this a well. Now I know that I should interact more with the surroundings. I recalled a TOTM with a dream guide. I was saying "I'm ready for my dream guide" (twice I think 'cause I did a mistake). I saw that some character are passing in my room. He was tall and massive, I think he had black coat and bird's head (or sth like that). It was a bit creepy but I went in. Instead of him I saw my aunt sitting on my bed. I asked if she is my DG, I think she answered sth but I don't remember. Then, the younger version of her went through the door and there were 2 of them. The new one said sth as well but it wasn't much important (like "so so"). I lose control and wake up to another dream, as well I was on my bed. I check if this is a FA and it was so I get lucid again. This time it was dark. I get up fast, the dream was blurry and I was afraid of waking up. I was rubbing my hands and shouting commands (+ 1 request) but it didn't work. Maybe I wasn't certain enough. Once I was hearing myself and another time not. As in my previous LD I put up the blinds and it was a little brighter. On my bed was a camera. I thought about talking with my subconscious but I knew that I have lack of stabilization so I wasn't even trying. And I woke up in RL because I couldn't maintain the dream.

I was in my house, wandering the attic with my mother and my pal. The place was over renovation, but it was devoid of any furniture. We were in a room with white walls, there was a window with nothing but sky behind and there were doors to another room. My mother told a story about horrifying ghosts that are a cause of her health problems. Suddenly something tried to open doors, with my pal we tried to keep them closed, but it pushed really strong. Later that day I was in my backyard, watching a wraith floating nearby my attic.

I was held prisoner by a group of people who wanted to know where my treasure is. They tried to get information from me. It was surreal. They treated me by saw... that they will cut me limb by limb... And they wanted to demonstrate it...
There was a mound of soil in that room. And they started motor saw and they cut into that mound. And I heard sounds of pain... sparkles sprung from that mound. Then that small mound jumped and there was man jumping from the soil... it was visible that he had chains on limbs, and that motor saw cut through them. He wasn't wounded. Stop!, he told them we must do it other way, give him a shot of drugs. I understood that they will give mi injection of something what would make me speak about everything I know. I tried to run, but they caught me.
I felt the stab of injection and I felt the change in my mind state in response to it. But it was different... I was in control. While I couldn't run away, I was in total control of my body and mind at once. I felt my consciousness to rise. Shortly after I got injection I let my body collapse down lifelessly like. My tormentors started to dispute... that they got me too much of drug. Inside of my mind I laughed. They tried to wake me. To provoke some reaction from my body- there was none So they waited. After a long while I had enough to be in not very comfortable position and I faked waking up. They immediately started to ask me questions. I felt something in me that wanted to reveal my secret but my consciousness was much stronger. I started to speak rubbish. Totally random rubbish
At last, they let me go. They decided to observe me and find out where treasure lies that way. I was walking up the hill through open woodland... and I felt that they are observing me. And I was walking up and sat on big rock above abyss... bathing in rays of reddish sunset light... And I spoke loudly and clearly "This is my treasure!"

First dream two days ago:
I projected colony space ship. It had to be O-Neill type of colony with strong fusion engines attached on one end and big slab of ice on front end as radiation shield.

Today(I was surprised a little, that it continued) :
We were group of people, travelling in between stars. We were last hope... Earth was dead. We came to planet, it was barren and without life, but big enough and in right position. We parked our ship on orbit and terraformed it. It was like film... I saw how we started terraformation, then we went to hibernate a few times till planet was habitable. But we didn't want to live there... we were nomads of space. We didn't want to live bound to planet... So we left there many of our children (which had different mindset) with small human like creatures (of limited intelligence but those creatures were great helpers)...
And we moved again away, into darkness of space course set to next star. We were nomads... we liked to travel into unknown, our task was to seed life, but we didn't want to stay on one place. A sparkle of light dancing in darkness... we continuously advanced technologically and spiritually...

Remarks
Whole experience was set to outside observer frame, I wasn't represented by one being. I was all of them, from outside.
The whole experience was somewhat nostalgic... It felt like I/we are losing things, but we never wanted them back... it was like retrospective, looking back on memory of past, but not attached to it... only somewhat regretting and at the same time in peace with everything.

Flash
I'm in a house with some classmates. I think we're in the house of someone who gave us a lecture once, a PhD student. We're in the living room and I think he is upstairs. I'm helping one of my classmates fix an intricate lamp. It's quite a big thing. I mess around with it a bit. Before I attempted to fix it, the brightness would fade in and out slowly. After my attempt this process happened faster. Whoops, the opposite of what I was attempting. I'm not sure if I end up fixing the lamp. Eventually I'm alone with the classmate I tried to fix the lamp for. She kisses me. I'm not sure anymore what happened after.

Fragment
Not sure if I'm doing something in this dream or if I'm an observer. There's a woman and a guy. I might be that guy. They're somewhere high in a stone tower. It's dark outside. Down below there are two people trying to spy on them. They've 'thrown' two small magical gadgets through the window (which is just a hole), something akin to dragonflies. The woman is a witch and the guy also has some skills. They dispatch the spying devices.

Digits
I'm sitting at the same cafe I was sitting in yesterday evening with 4 of my classmates. Now I can only specifically recall 2 of them being there. One of them is sitting to my right, the other in front of me. The one in front of me has had 10 beers and is slightly messed up. A girl who is following a course with us approaches him. They start talking about yesterday's exam. Both of them scored 17 points. He scored equally well as this super smart girl. Very well done. At some point there is a blanc piece of A4 paper on our table, though with stuff written on it. She is asking for his number. He's so messed up that he wrote down something that is by no means correct. Dutch numbers have 10 digits. He used maybe 20, plus the code at the beginning is wrong. It's something like 0088888. He tells me there should be four 8s. I start laughing and take a picture of this with my phone, so that I can show it to him later. I notice that my battery is almost dead. I ask my classmate to my right to give me his phone and look up our friend's number, as I don't have it. I want to help him out and write down his number for him.

This nightmare occured during one of my field trips in sixth grade. I was at a record store, buying a Metallica CD that doesn't exist. After the transaction had been made, I left. I turned the corner and found a shadowy figure in the dark. I ran as fast as I could (Or possibly walked, I don't remember) in an attempt to escape it. It captured me and I woke up. Only one problem. Sleep Paralysis. I saw the actual world for a split second, but then it turned into a ventriloquist dummy that resembled spanky from the goosebumps books or possibly Alfred E. Neuman from MAD magazine. Anyways, that happened, and then I ACTUALLY woke up.

The plan for my next lucid was to invite The Goddess on to a late-night talk show that I would host. I would ask her a few things, including "Where did you come from?" I scripted a joke for her to deliver: she would point to the stage curtain from which she entered the scene and say "from over there." The audience would laugh. Then I'd ask again and she'd give me a real answer. None of that happened as planned, but I did get my question answered.

I fall awake into a field. This is not My Field, though. My Field is an infinite, featureless expanse of grass. This field looks more like a real place, like a city park. The grassy area is dotted with trees. In the distance I make out a road, cars, and townhouses. Immediately in front of me is a lone young boy sitting on the grass. I've seen a boy like this many times in my dreams. He has a mop of blond hair, a blue shirt, blue shorts, and little blue shoes. He's always quiet, sitting, and playing with a toy firetruck. He seems engrossed with his toy and his imagination. He doesn't interact with anyone or seem to acknowledge anything around him. Sometimes he is in imminent danger but still isn't aware. I think of him as a young innocent version of myself. I don't bother him. I just watch as he plays.

I try to get a better look at his toy truck. It's bright red and shiny. Of course, red reminds me of The Goddess and also my plan that involved her. I look to my right and there she is. Tonight, she wears a simple, casual, sleeveless red dress. Her hair is chestnut and straight.

Most of the scene around us has dissolved into pure whiteness. It seems like The Goddess and I are in a dreamlike art museum. The boy on the grass is still there, but that part of the scene now seems like an animated picture hanging on the white walls of the museum.

She walks up to me, balances an arm on my shoulder and leans her hip into mine. I feel the weight of her body and I know its her way of communicating trust and closeness. She joins me in looking at the boy like we're looking at a piece of art. I look at her and remark that she is work of art. I look at her smile and think about Mona Lisa. But today, The Goddess doesn't have that kind of smile. Now thinking about her whole demeanor, there is something different about her today. No seduction. No tease. No mind games. No femme fatale. She's just casual and happily content. She's not hiding anything. But she must be hiding something, she always is. What do you have up your sleeve? I remark again that her dress has no sleeves.

I am puzzled by the fact that there seems to be no puzzle. I follow her eyes to the boy. Then back to her. Then her eyes move from the boy to me. And something clicks. Is this her son? Is this OUR son?

I don't have to ask, she can read my thoughts. Without word, she nods yes. But there's something else in her expression. As if to say: Oops.

This makes me panic. I don't want to play this role. Fatherhood is a very tender wound in my psyche. She trusts me, but she really shouldn't. Especially, of all things, not about this.

My reflex is to reject the idea. I stagger backward and think to run. But because she was leaning her body on me, she now suddenly falls and lands hard on her knees and elbows. She emits a low whimper. She really seems hurt. Her hair is now tussled and hides her face. I see drops of dark red blood drop on the white floor under her. Maybe she broke her nose or cut her lip.

Now I immediately feel remorse and shame along with my panic. I'm torn between the instinct to run away and the instinct to help. That traps me and I do neither. In trying to protect myself, someone else got hurt. And not just anyone, but the one person I would never try to hurt. That is textbook tragic irony.

I look to the boy and he remains oblivious. In a way, I was trying to protect him too. In my twisted logic, the biggest danger to him is me, so I protect him by avoiding him. More irony.

Paralyzed in this cognitive dissonance, I wake up. Well, that was intense. I try to work through the puzzle.

I rehash, but don't dwell on the obvious Freudian stuff. Mother. Father. Child. Betrayal. Irony. Guilt. Blah, blah, blah. I don't entirely dismiss it, I just prefer to engage the fiction in a more personal way.

I think about the motifs of falling and catching. I "fall" asleep and become lucid by "catching" myself. As for the Goddess, I've "fallen" for her and I "fall" for her tricks and traps. We also "catch" each others' jokes and I try to "catch" the meaning behind her riddles. I think how I spend so much time trying to "catch" The Goddess. I'm always chasing after her, like the coyote and the roadrunner. It is tragically ironic that this time, when I really should have caught her, I didn't.

I also ponder a parallel motif, which is of falling, gravity, and trust. We demonstrate trust by "leaning" on people and looking for their "support."

Yes, interesting stuff, but it doesn't yet gel into anything. I start my epilogue.

Thank you, Goddess. I'm sorry. I will try to catch you next time. I didn't "catch" the meaning of the dream though.

Since the dream ended abruptly, I play the meta-game a bit, which is to try to guess the final outcome and then work backward to how events ought to transpire. I wonder what she might have said next if I didn't wake up. That might have revealed the intent. Maybe she would have said "I forgive you." Or "I still trust you." Nah, too trite. Maybe the son isn't mine and it was all a misunderstanding. That's another kind of irony. Maybe the boy is me, as I speculate, and the meaning of this cycle of birth and identity is more symbolic than literal. Maybe. Too Freudian for my taste though.

What would she say? I start to see that, I'm questioning what she would answer to my question, which was my original plan for the dream with the talk show. This coincidence gives me a glimmer of hope that I'm on the right track. She would say something unexpected. Hence the futility of the meta-game. So what would really break the game?

And then, from the depths of my psyche, a surprising possibility enters my thoughts, as if delivered from The Goddess herself. She would have said: "Run." That's the one thing I wouldn't expect her to say because running was the cowardly thing for me to do. But if she tells me to run and I run, then there's actually no irony. How brilliant. She would take a scenario steeped in irony, only to find the un-ironic outcome. That's very meta.

I think more on "Run" and I recall Jenny from the movie Forrest Gump who tells Forrest on several occasions to run. The relationship between The Goddess and I is a lot like Jenny and Forrest. I flash on the scene in Vietnam when Forrest is in a similar situation to my dream. Given the choice between running to save himself and going back to help others, Forrest chooses the braver path. The "smart" choice is cowardly and the "dumb" choice is heroic (irony). I flash to the scene near the end of the movie when an even more obviously similar situation happen. Jenny reveals to Forrest that her son is his. Forrest's initial reaction is concern because he is afraid this boy will suffer all the same things that Forrest endured, but the opposite is true because the boy is "the smartest in his class" (irony).

Then Jenny dies of AIDS, which is an auto-immune disease. An auto-immune disease in one in which the body's system to protect itself -- the immune system -- turns and starts attacking the body (irony). I wonder, What if The Goddess died? This is ironic because gods are immortal. My recall of the movie flashes on two scenes where Forrest stands over the grave of his mother and then later at Jenny's grave. In these scenes, he considers the metaphysical question of destiny versus randomness and comes to the conclusion that "maybe it's both." He also recalls moments in his life when he witnessed beauty and the divine even in the midst of fear and conflict.

Beauty and the divine. That is surely The Goddess.

I think even more because this word "divine" summons another related memory. Before Forrest Gump was a film, it was a book that I read. There's many scenes in the book absent from the movie. In one such scene, Forrest is a teenager when he is seduced by an older woman, who gives him a type of candy called divinity. This is Forrest's first sexual experience and he doesn't really comprehend it. He just remembers: "I sure did like her divinity." I read this when I was about 12 or 13 and it was one of my first encounters with sexuality. I amuse myself that maybe, this was the moment when The Goddess was "born" in my head. Not a real character, but as the archetype of the femme fatale: the seductive and savvy woman with ulterior motives. And just like Forrest, maybe I fetishized the memory with a connected object (divinity) rather that truly comprehending the sexuality.

And so, I arrive back of the beginning. I wanted to know where The Goddess came from and she revealed it to me, just not as I planned. She sent me an adventure through my emotions, memories, philosophy, and fiction.

Thank you, Goddess. I will try to catch you next time.

7/3/16:
Dream 1: I was at school I believe, in some school vs school competition, city vs country. I had taken inspiration from a youtube video I had watched about ancient chinese slapping competitions, so I challenged another person to one. We each had a whip/strap and would take turns slapping the other person in the butt until someone gave up, the winner would get to eat this huge plate of food. The competition went for a few minutes before I think my mum walked in and ordered us to stop and then gave a lecture about how stupid that was etc.

Dream 2: I was in a desert sort of landscape with a house along with a bridge over a chasm to a pyramid. I think my extended family were visiting at the house, and I didn't want to be there so I wandered off to the pyramid. I crossed the bridge and then entered the pyramid, where the inside was like an industrial factory with pipes and machines all over the place. I walked through a bit until I could see light and hear noise from down a flight of stairs. I walked down and saw a giant shop selling all sorts of things. I asked someone working there what was going on and they said it was a second hand sale of all the stuff my family didn't need anymore. I wandered through the shelves, looking at all the clothes and toys and things which I supposedly had owned.

Dream 3: I was in a discussion with my grandparents about their planned holiday. They wanted to go back to the town in Austria where John had come from, but my mum was telling them not to do it. They wanted to see this huge Aztec style temple/pyramid in the middle of the town that had only been half built when he had left. My mum was telling them that John could hardly walk and his knees were weak, and considering he had only just managed to climb the pyramid when it was under construction and half as tall, combined with his deteriorating health, that they shouldn't go.

Dream 4: I was walking down a city lane with someone else that was filled with vendors of all sorts of ethnic foods, maybe something about paella.

Fragment: I was in a fight with someone, or a big circle of people.

There was this man, fitted in a old-fashioned tuxedo, with a very white face, white gloves, and slicked back black hair. The lower half of his body is a giant spider, the chitin as slick and shiny as the silk of his waistcoat.
He's on a hardwood scene, under a very bright spotlight that glitter off the joints of his spinnery legs. He's dancing, his four eyes closed as he listens to music I can't hear. It's eerie, graceful, the tips of his legs ticking on the wooden floor like rain on a roof.

D! - I am in a darkened room, I can just make out the size of the room in the semi-darkness. It looks smaller than my room, plus in my room the street light outside always illuminates part of the blinds.
I realise i am dreaming and think I must try and change something but am a bit non-plused by the fact that there is nothing in the room and nothing seems to happen. i remember i'm supposed to touch things to stabilise the dream, so I reach out. The wall is cold to the touch and some furniture I feel is smooth and cold. Nothing happens, but i'm really hyped about it

D2 - There is a bald guy semi-naked laying on the ground, facing away from me. I felt I needed to kill him, I have no idea why.
I reached down and twisted his neck to break it. It snapped but this seemed to have no effect on him, so I grabbed hold of his head and pulled him up. Then I flew straight up into the sky, really fast. In a matter of seconds I was up above the planet, looking down. I could see some nice detail, oceans, land masses and the void of space. But I wasn't really interested at the time. I just thought if I drop this guy from heigh enough its gonna finish him. So I dropped him and watched him sail back to earth.
Afterwards I flew back down to earth but the close I got the more it was just like zooming in on a simulation of the earth and by the time I got to the surface, the earth was fairly flat with just some bump map textures on it Oo. Perplexed I looked around but could see no evidence of the guy, and had no idea what to do.

D3 - Something about giving someone a life and parking near school.

D4 - Recurring dream about having to get ready at last moment for christmas school performance, but this time I have to perform.
I am to sing alongside some other teachers on a few numbers. I am totally unfazed by this and start singing even though I have no clue of the tune :d

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Yay! Lucid, and seems like an obe, my first

March 7, 2016

I just laid down on my sofa to WILD and started thinking about my last LD yesterday. I knew I did more than I remembered, and YES!!!

Omg, I remembered! I recalled a TOTM (or was it, haha) to push hand or body through wall and see how it looks on the other side. I know Ophelia talked about that too. So I walked to my front door and pushed my hand through. I couldn't see it so I realized I need to open the door to see the other side. I did that and my hand looked perfectly normal. 5 fingers and all. I tried the other one through the wall by the door. I went through perfectly, 5 finders, nothing strange. Was cool though : D