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I was complaining yesterday, but today I rejoice, for I had an EPIC lucid dream! I reached the 30-minute mark of this podcast, right in the middle of their teleportation discussion. Slept at 11:30.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I wanted to refresh myself on the major and minor chords of piano for a summer program I'm enrolled in. I searched it up and found a forum similar to Dreamviews. Someone had posted a YouTube video explaining the chords, and other people were sharing their own specialties below.

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The way I woke up was very interesting. I was mostly unconscious, in a half-dream state, when I thought, No wait, I need to wake up! and my eyes flew open. Not sure if I checked the time before or after writing down this fragment, but it was 4:58. I lay back down and after 5-10 minutes of getting comfortable, I started a WILD transition.

Now, I am not sure when it went from lucid daydreaming to actually being in the dream. Luckily I use the same green for both LDDing and semi-lucids, so it works out. But up until the blue, I really thought I was just daydreaming! (I now believe I was fully dreaming the majority of the time.)

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Dream #2 (Lucid Daydream/Semi-Lucid; Lucid):
This is a dream.

That is the mantra I repeated each time I caught myself daydreaming. The first concrete scene I remember is someone explaining how every time Kagome from Inuyasha returns to the modern era, the feudal era ends! Rather than them existing simultaneously, she travels through time to the future, where everyone from the feudal era is long dead. As proof, they mentioned the episode where a Shikon Jewel shard was embedded in a tree in the modern era. The jewel only shattered into shards after Kagome's first visit, so clearly what happens there is the direct past of the modern era.

The scenery came into focus. Kagome was standing in the yard of her shrine-house, and a boy was explaining the above to her. He proposed that there might even be evidence of her from that time in this world. She quickly shot that idea down, but then he brought out a life-sized cardboard cutout of herself (apparently from the Feudal Era) and propped it in front of her.

Kagome's jaw dropped to the floor in shock, and she circled around the cutout, holding its hands and straightening up so she would be taller than it. Then they forgot about it and went to a restaurant.

I sat with them in a booth, thinking about telling someone how I distinguish between lucid daydreams and actual dreams. In a lucid daydream, I'm still aware of my WL body and can't see or feel anything clearly, but the plot is as random and elaborate as a proper dream... [Kind of ironic now that I can't tell.]

Kagome was telling the boy that gakuran uniforms were required for everyone in her old middle school. (She was a high schooler in this dream, wearing her usual seifuku.) I had never heard of that before, and the guy was confused as well. "Required?" he asked.

"Yeah," she confirmed, then stood up and left, presumably to get food.

"Guess she likes wearing a skirt now, though," he said to me.

"Yeah, well, it makes sense." I spoke with the affectionate tone one uses when they know a friend well. "I can just hear her voice in my head: 'I don't want to wear pants! A sailor uniform is way cuter!'"

He asked what I would choose, and I replied, "Gakuran, obviously."

"Huh," he said. I wasn't sure what to make of that, but then the "daydream" ended and moved on to the next.

My brother Z, best friend S, and I were in a hotel room S had booked for us. I didn't question it because I was still repeating the "this is a dream" mantra in my head. It was a nice, expensive-looking room. A bunk bed was pressed against the wall, and although S and a bunch of bags were on the top bunk, it was apparently mine. Z got the bottom bunk (which was concealed by an intricately designed blanket-curtain), and S got the regular bed next to us.

Eventually my brother and S left and I was alone in the room. I'm not sure about the order of events after this, but I'll try to arrange them in a way that makes sense.

I went to the bathroom and did my business, for some reason deciding to throw my dirty toilet paper in the trash can. [IWL I find that disgusting.] For a moment I got confused over whether it was really a trash can, since there was soap(?) in it as well. But then I saw a pile of TP and pushed it aside to dispose of mine, revolted that I had to touch it. I hurried to the sink, wondering why they had to make it so confusing.

Still, this place is so nice, I thought as I washed my hands. The faucet handles were the indented, circular type, and underneath the clear surface of the left knob was a casual pink color. Everything was so homey and comfortable, from the lighting to the furniture. There was even a couch in there! I wondered how S could possibly afford this, then reminded myself it was a dream.

Suddenly Shippo, Miroku, and Inuyasha appeared. Shippo was talking about how weird it was when Inuyasha flirted with him (he was possessed by a flea in that episode), but the reason he found it weird was either because he was a fox or a boy. Both Miroku and I were thinking, It's weirder because you're a child...

I told them it was okay because Inuyasha was brainwashed by a flea at the time and wasn't actually addressing Shippo. Some other stuff happened that I don't remember clearly; I think I touched Inuyasha's face and clothes to immerse myself/stabilize.

I somehow ended up in a place that looked like my living room but was still part of the hotel. There was a really muscular guy sitting in my chair. When he leaned forward I sat down behind him, though I wasn't sure why. He got offended and grabbed me, body-slamming me on the couch. I struggled to escape, but it was hopeless.

Luckily he transformed into a giant cob of corn. The weight on my chest reminded me of how some people describe sleep paralysis, and since I still thought I was daydreaming, I assumed the feeling originated from my physical body. I couldn't figure out why though, as I have been sleeping on my back for years and long gotten used to it. Nonetheless I tried to ignore it; I didn't want to give up the WILD.

I managed to roll the corn off of me and fell to my knees on the floor. Everything had become dark and unclear, so I stared at the coffee table, the couch, and a tissue box to re-stabilize. I wanted to hurry and transition into a full-fledged lucid dream, so I held the tissue box in my hands and tried to make it three-dimensional. It only worked a little.

Next thing I remember is sitting in the hotel lobby, clarity no longer an issue. There was a TV fixtured to the wall, displaying previews of Pinocchio-P songs. One of them was a creepy vampire-person bearing their fangs, and I worried it would seep into my dreams and give me my first nightmare in years. I turned away from the screen.

Then I had a false awakening in my bed, the same painful pressure from before weighing on my chest. Actually, it was worse this time—I could hardly breathe.

I struggled to sit up, telling myself without much hope, It's okay, this is a dream, this is still a dream. I did a nose-plug reality check and it worked effortlessly! It was so unambiguous that there was no question about it: I was (properly) dreaming!

Wasting no time, I climbed down from my bed and left the room, glancing at N on my way out. I tried to immerse myself in the scene but my vision became patchy, so I focused instead on my destination. I had run through my goals very quickly in my head and settled on snowboarding. I went down the stairs and headed for the front door, gravity so light that I might as well have been walking on the moon! I grinned from ear to ear 'cause it felt so cool.

I wrapped my hand around the handle and thought, Beyond this door is a snowy mountain, the same one I went snowboarding at in middle school. I remembered CanisLucidus's words and tried to imagine it in as much detail as possible. When I opened the door, though, it was only my neighborhood... except blanketed in snow and decorated with Christmas lights! Pretty awesome, but not what I wanted. (I wondered briefly if it would be cold but didn't want to waste time finding a jacket or boots.) I closed the door, intending to try again, but the wood had become glass. I doubted the technique would work if I could see what was outside, so I accepted my fate and exited the house.

After walking a short distance, barefoot yet not cold at all, I looked to my left and saw the snowy mountain right there! Complete with a ski-lift and everything! I sprinted to the top oddly quickly and saw that there were a bunch of kids snowboarding already. It appeared to be a competition, and reminded me of the LDing comp in less than a week.

The kids' stuff was scattered around in the snow, so I stole a snowboard out of a bag labeled "Olivia." It was light blue and on the small side but whatever. I looked around for socks and shoes, since I didn't think it was a good idea to strap myself in barefoot. I spotted a fuzzy pink pair of socks, but they were a bit thin and, frankly, ugly...

A little blond girl ran up to me, eyes sparking with excitement. "We're making some awesome socks over there! Wanna see?"

How useful, I thought. I smiled at her and said sure. She took me to her parents and I kind of forgot about the socks. The dad pointed to two other children and said, "This is her brother, and this is her identical twin sister."

The twin was a lot darker-skinned than the first girl, I guess because the mom was white and the dad was black. [I know that's not how identical twins work… 99.9% of the time.] Without warning, I woke up.

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The clock read 5:28, so taking into account my time spent getting comfortable, I was only asleep for 20-ish minutes, same as yesterday. I was shocked because it felt like at least an hour! But I couldn't go back to sleep because I spent the rest of my time writing. (Wish I could use my phone... sigh.)

Anyway, this does count as teleportation, right? It's similar to the closet method, after all. Either way, IT WAS SO COOL!!!

Some sketches of the dream scenes:

(P.S. I have noticed when hovering over pics on my DJ, that they are named after random threads like "What is the nature of will?" and "The Unknown Dreamer" and "HALLOWE'EN". Does it appear that way for anyone else? I wonder what this one will be called.)
(Edit: It's "Why do you believe in God?" LMAO)

I find myself on a balcony in what appears to be a city and I’m lucid instantly. I take in the view. It’s nighttime in a dim twilight type area. There’s a rail to my right running down the edge of a walkway, with a drop of roughly 10 feet on the other side. I’m a bit excited, but quickly temper the emotion with relative ease. I’m feeling happy about getting lucid The dream is not as stable and vivid as I would like, so I increase my resolve to strengthen stability and vividness. I shout “focus” to myself and raise my awareness, staring at the rails. I remember back to a dream yoga book, and decide to stare at a smaller area with less visuals. I direct my awareness to the ground and ramp up my awareness. The vividness increases as well as my awareness and the walkway comes into view along the with porous surface and rough, rock-hewn texture. There I a green tinge to it. I look up and begin walking down the walkway to my left. I end up in a dene forested area after the walkway descends a bit. The dream loses a bit of vividness I think to dream goals and reflect on finding my dream sanctuary. I begin carving through the forest and soon discover a cave forward and to my right. There’s a waterfall blocking it and all of a sudden I feel like the dream may fade. I make an attempt to increase awareness and it continues. I push through this waterfall area and end up in a cave which extends quite far and is lit well. In the back theres several columns of tikis with an intense blue glow around the eyes, mouths, and general carvings around them as well. I decide to sit and meditate for a moment to increase vividness. After only a few seconds I get up and decide this doesn’t feel quite like the sanctuary, although I incubated torches at one point and possibly tikis. I fly down into the cave and make a right. I enter what appears to be almost a mix of a recording studio and a classroom area. There’s a bird perched recording something into a mic- it has a silly playful feel to it. I ask where I can find my dream sanctuary, and if it’s possible to establish one above. The brid directs me above. I enter to another area to the right which looks very industrial with the option of two metal doors. I feel the left is the correct one but decide to go right as it was more natural movement wise. I second guess before going through and head through the left. I end up in a metropolis of sorts with what appear to be apartment buildings in the night raising roughly 10-15 stories with a slope to the outside. I wonder if this may become a persistent dream realm. I figure my sanctuary may be set up above me. I notice a mountain side and figure a cave may be above it. I reflect on a possible interpretation: that the dream aspect is somewhat more important than the material, thus located ‘above’ the metropolis. I fly above the building and end up in an area which is enclosed by a large net before reaching the mountain side. I eventually cut through and reach the cave entrance. The dream starts to fade and right as I make my way toward a cave high on the mountainside, I wake up.

I find myself on a couch and get the feeling I may be in a dream. I will myself to move over to the edge and begin sliding. I say “I’m lucid” several time and find myself standing up easily. I’m in what appears to be a hotel room at night. There’s a long dreser to the left and a very large bed to the right with ruffled covers which are pulled back slightly and large ruffled pillows as well. I take a few steps, considering finding a DC, but decide not to get distracted and instead focus on dream goals. I consider finding my dream sanctuary. I look up attempting to raise my awareness and say “focus” several times. I think to a Trevor Hall song, but decide to ignore it as it brings up a silly frame of mind with the lyrics. I reflect on my dream sanctuary goal. I look up and notice a large amalgamation of blankets which looks almost like a throne. There’s a conical top that appears almost like a canopy portion. The dream soon fades.

Last night I listened to 15 minutes of this podcast before going to sleep at 11:20.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
All I remember is that there was this whole thing at school about taking a break from cheering by playing Hearts. My dad was especially hung up about it. Later, I was at my house and Z said he ran "10 miles yesterday," followed by N saying he ran one.

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That's it. It's sad because I have the sense this was a ginormous dream, and also because I didn't wake up till 5:30. I jotted the dream down and poorly did SSILD till I fell back asleep at 5:40-ish.

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Dream #2 (Lucid; FA; Non-Lucid):
I can barely read my handwriting for this but I'll try! The main character was a guy in his late twenties, and his companion was a girl who could've been anywhere from 19-24. They were in my house, but in different rooms. She was "off-screen" in the bedroom, and he was in the bathroom with the lights turned off. He was perched on top of the door and holding his breath, hiding from a monster coming up the stairs.

Not sure how that scene transitioned into this one, but the monster was now in the bedroom about to kill the girl. MC ran in and knocked it off of her. I can't recall its appearance, only that it was big and dark... maybe wearing a tophat and bowtie? Anyway, the monster turned on him, trying to poke his eyes out.

MC held it off but was starting to feel a little nervous now, so he said in a silly voice, "Why do they always go for the eyes?!" [They had fought multiple monsters before this; not sure if they were false memories or not.]

His attempt to lighten the mood worked. The monster backed off and became friendlier, though MC could feel it was still a threat. It gave him a watch and headed toward the exit, saying something neither MC nor I (as the nonexistent observer) could make out. Right before it left, though, the words "come to that place later and meet me" could be heard. MC agreed, but I don't know if he really meant it.

Later he turned into a child, except it was only an illusion. (Not sure how it worked.) He really wanted to be a kid again. I was now a character in the dream, viewed from third person, following him through a library. On either side of us were windows revealing kids playing with blocks and toys and each other. He wanted to join them, but he couldn't because he was an adult. I think I asked him something, but he didn't reply.

We came to what looked like a mall play area. The unspoken rule that adults weren't allowed was less heavy here, but it would still have been odd. I asked another question and he said he just wanted to pet the cat. Sure enough, at the end of the room, on a stool, was a black cat. He pet it with his tiny hands. I could tell he wanted to give off an air of childish innocence, and I faintly felt a mix of disgust, pity, and affection.

Then something happened and he bolted out of the library, planning on running away from home. I took his place (as in, I was dealing with his situation, but in my body) and he disappeared. This world was more technologically advanced and I knew the chances of me escaping were slim.

I climbed on top of a wall and somehow knew this was Washington DC. Then out of nowhere, I realized I was dreaming. "Right, that's right, I was trying to have a lucid dream!"

My first instinct was to slow down and stabilize before doing anything. I felt the wall with my hands and feet, looking out at the city and the night sky, and wow, it looked so real! Until I looked back down and everything got blurry, that is. I tried not to worry about the half-blind problem, but I couldn't help it, and although it didn't happen, the dream still faded and I woke up.

It was a false awakening. I checked the time and it was past 10:00. Huh...? Do we not have school today? Well, that's good, I'll try to have another lucid dream then. I thought that and went back to sleep.

The scene switched. I was now preparing for some competition at school. The purpose of it was to give "losers" another chance, whatever that meant. But even non-losers had to participate! I was apparently a non-loser in this dream and questioning why I had to go, whining at the top of the stairs about how it's not fair.

The tone of my voice ticked my dad off and he started yelling an "explanation" at me from downstairs. I don't remember my reaction, I just went into the bathroom and woke up for real.

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It was 6:02 when I woke up, so this dream was only 20 minutes long. Still... WHY ARE ALL MY LUCIDS LATELY SO SHORT?! And low-level as well... hopefully things improve over the weekend.

I was at primary school when we went to gymclass where we were all strapped onto some chair like those swing carousels had, I was at the front and was the first to leave, it was some sort of underground rollercoaster. When I was done, I didn't bother waiting for the rest of the class and snuck off to the classroom, grabbed my stuff and saw this kid from my primary/middle school who used to be a class clown back in the day and now does nothing but smoke weed all day, he suggested we ditch the class and he snuck out, I was about to follow him but my high school sociology teacher stopped me, he sent me back to the classroom and I was waiting for him to leave so I could sneak out but woke up instead

A short entry for a short dream.

I was reading Owari no Seraph, and for some background information, MikaxYuu is its most popular ship by far. In this chapter Mika said something that was essentially a confession, and Yuu thought, "Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeeessss!!!" and then they started kissing

I was extremely surprised by the blatantness of it, as it's usually "left up to interpretation" to some degree. In any case, they've certainly never kissed, and it felt way too sudden. Then I realized, Oh, this must be a dream. There's no other way.

I thought back to the [true] most recent chapter, and sure enough, this scene made no chronological sense. Still, I wanted to take a picture to show people what my dream version of OnS was like. I scrolled back up and saw that the three "Yes"es had changed to "No"s. I was a bit disappointed and tried to consciously switch them back, but it didn't work. When I scrolled back down though, romantic stuff ensued anyway—albeit in a more aggressive manner.

I'm not sure when I woke up, but that's the last thing I remember. I think the reason I've been having a lot of mildly lucid dreams lately is because in real life I often tell myself I'm in a dream without doing anything about it. I should perform my steps (check for false memories, RC, remember goals) each time I think that IWL. If that still doesn't fix the problem, I'll go back to telling myself I will have a lucid dream instead of I'm already in a dream.

I'm on the couch where I slept. I'm on my belly and I'm wondering if it's real life or a dream, in a half-coherent sort of manner. I continue to slide forward off the pillow and over the back edge of the couch. I figure I'll test if I'll go forward more, and if I do, I must be dreaming. I reach halfway, then two-thirds, and I become lucid. I'm start going diagonally down, then stand up. I find myself in Serrano, next to the cabinet against the wall. I walk over toward the kitchen area and consider some dream goals. I decide to search for my guardian angel. I look in front of me with some expectation, imagining with some visualization what it would look like. Nothing happens. I head toward the fridge and decide to get some chocolate! I find some dark chocolate in the usual spot in the drawer. I once again try to imagine finding my guardian angel to speak to, yet nothing materializes. I figure if I head to the front and possibly outside, the dream will reveal it. I begin heading in that direction, but the dream soon fades.

I'm in a car with family and something feels off. I climb into the back seat, and they're stating emphatically for me to stay put. I glimpse at my hand and catch four...possibly five fingers... but don't really scrutinize as I get the sense something isn't right. I'm dreaming! With the realization I ignore the DCs and step out of the car. I take in the scene - we're situated on a rocky landscape with gray rocks surfacing the area we're on. I see a structure out in the distance on what appears to be a cliffside. The dream soon fades and I wake.

I've been super busy this week 'cause for some dumb reason every single important exam and project is packed into May. Therefore I haven't been able to be on dreamviews much, or even to spend much time on daytime techniques... but I had these LDs anyway! I decided to try out present tense with 'em.

Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
Actually this isn't a dream, because I can't remember anything about it. I woke up at 1:40, opened my DJ to a random page, and wrote "book," "reddit," "water," "dad," "crazy," and something illegible. Then I went back to sleep.


Dream #2 (Semi-Lucid):
First thing I remember is me and my brothers getting locked in the basement. There is a long backstory as to why, but I can't remember. All I know is that we're in a very oppressive environment and will likely be punished severely, even killed, when we're let out. We want to escape before that happens.

Z asks if there's any way to break the glass of the sliding doors. I press my hands to it and shake my head. "Are you kidding? This thing is like ten inches thick."

"True," N says.

Z grabs a crowbar from somewhere and is about to try anyway, but I stop him because it will make too much noise. I fiddle with something complicated and half-unlock the doors. (Two out of four unlocked.) My brain isn't functioning properly, but I figure out that I have to move this giant black printer off the desk. At first I carelessly slide it off the edge, but at the last second I catch it and quietly lower it to the ground.

With it out of the way, two switches on the wall have been revealed. I press one of them and the third lock clicks, the second one causing the same reaction in the fourth. I go to the door and, after undoing both locks, open it. Z blows raspberries to cover up the noise.

"Why are you farting?" I ask loudly, playing along. Then the door is open and we run out. I tell them we have to keep running till we get to the lake, then we can take a break. But I forget about that plan and eventually we are just running in no particular direction. I'm worn out already, and it's hard to move my legs in that typical dream way.

"Why are you tired? We've only ran 50 (something), that's not a lot," Z says, turning around to see me hunched over and catching my breath.

"I'm out of shape," I say defensively. "Also, I'm having a lot of trouble moving."

Then I have a "flashback" to the facility we were apparently stored in, the one we just escaped from. I am in a white hallway with glass windows, teenage subjects filing past me on both sides. A "professor" is talking to some girl, and I walk up to him, saying I can't run properly.

He gives me some semi-useful advice, and the girl next to him says, "What helps for me is focusing on lowering my left arm at the same time my right foot goes down."

That seems like a wise suggestion, so I try it, but her opposite leg-arm thing feels weird. I align them instead, but I can't focus on my feet planting. I vaguely think, Because this is a dream. Then I forget about it and return to the present.

I'm a little better at running now, but it's still weird. Z and N turn into a mix of Avery and S, 90% Avery though. I take her to a restaurant and we buy food. I somehow end up with boba even though I don't like it. The boba is cube-shaped and green like the drink, and my straw sucks it up automatically.

At first they are sweet and pretty tasty, and I think, Boba might not be so bad after all. But then a sour aftertaste kicks in, and when I drink more it tastes like coffee (which I dislike). I figure they must not have separated it from the cacao beans because it's "normally" served in lattes. I also have a ziplock bag filled with them, but I don't want it and neither does Avery. I feel bad for the waiter, who's standing next to our table, watching.

At some point a group of college students come in, our in-dream classmates and part of the same facility we escaped from. I pray that they won't tell on us, but they don't seem to care much. I have an interesting conversation with one of them that I don't remember, and then Avery and I leave. We hear slow police sirens in the distance, which apparently means they're carefully searching and sifting through each neighborhood.

Eventually we end up at a boardwalk-carnival place, where another Avery is sitting on a bench. She spots us, goes "aha!" and types something on her flip-phone. I know she's reporting us.

"No!" I yell and fly into the air, out of her reach. Despite my distress, I think it would be funny to introduce the two to each other. [I must have been slightly lucid because I remember believing there were two Averys in real life as well, and technically, there are—my childhood friend, and the current stranger.]

They seem acquainted though, as My Avery stomps up to Evil Avery, shouting with fury, "Avery!"

Evil Avery smirks, ignoring her doppelganger and saying to me, "I got you last time, too."

It's true, I do have the sense I've dreamed this before. [Even now.] I don't respond and keep trying to fly away, half Superman-style and half Flappybird-style. I feel a little hesitant about leaving My Avery behind, so I yell at her to run.

We both flee, her on foot, me by air, but we don't get far. I don't know why, but I just keep flying in elaborate circles around the rides and tents. When my mom comes though, I stop that and actually try to get away. There is a grove of trees in front of a large concrete wall, and on top of the wall is an even larger spiky chainlink fence. I scale it and My Avery leaps over the trees to do the same, somehow having gained super-jumping powers. She vaults the fence and drops down to what looks like the roof of my school.

I am a little scared even though I "know" it's a dream and I should stay confident. [I think I might've been semi-semi-semi-lucid this whole dream, it just shined through in flashes like these.] A random narrator says, "Good thing (Evil) Avery wasn't able to use either the chain links nor the spikes to climb the fence!"

I turn around and sure enough, Evil Avery has fallen into the grove of trees, her eyes impaled by a couple branches. Her appearance has transformed into that of Kalluto Zoldyck from Hunter x Hunter, but I don't notice. I cry out her name and rush to her. In the back of my mind I'm thinking, So the plot calls for me to still care about my childhood friend, evil or not. How touching.

She is alive but badly hurt. I pick her up and take her to a nearby hospital, which means getting captured again but that doesn't matter now. My Avery follows, and as we're screened into the building, we have to classify ourselves with a number stating our danger/rarity level. She says "8v6"—apparently she has been here before and her rank is higher than before. I say "10v4."

I tell the guy in charge (who looks like Milluki from HxH except with white hair) to help Evil Avery, but he is apathetic, which surprises me more than it should. I think about leaving or destroying stuff, and over the intercom he says I can destroy whatever I want, since nothing matters. Maybe he is testing my abilities.

I "know" this is a dream, and this time I hold on to that knowledge. I look up to a spiraling arrangement of pipes and try to telepathically slash through them, but I can't. There are some lightbulbs tied together on the wall like big Christmas lights, so I break them, but it's weird. I focus on one, and the one next to it breaks. Then when I try to fix it by zeroing in on a black bulb with gold decor, I hear a shattering sound, but it only appears broken when I look away and look back.

After a while of this I get worried about my vision and the half-blind thing happening, so I step through a doorway into a warehouse area. My mom is there. I feel like any minute now my vision will go out, and I wonder what I should do. I remember a convo I had with Harlequin that day and decide to try out a command.

"Clarity now!" I shout, and for a split second I don't expect much because I didn't direct it toward the dream. But then the scenery pulses and ripples and at the same time I feel it the effects within my body. When it stops, my surroundings are clearer than before.

"Wow..." I say. My mom asks what happened, and I tell her, "I just experienced something amazing."

"What?" She's kind of smiling, and I'm surprised she's not mad at me for running away. I don't want to tell her it's a dream in case I jinx it, but I also don't want to ignore her.

"Next time you're dreaming, realize it," I explain, well-aware I'm oversimplifying it. "Then say 'clarity now,' and you'll see."

She just keeps smiling as if she understands.

I lose lucidity and the plot returns to Evil Avery. I carry her out of the building, pressing down the feeling that it shouldn't be this easy. I say that if Milluki won't help her, I will go to every other hospital in the area, even the "community center" if I have to. He seems more hesitant now and maybe agrees.

He tells me that Cinderella's parents died when she was young and that's why her kids and grandkids and great-grandkids are so messed up. Her great-grandkid is apparently my "mom" and works at the facility. I am able to watch the story in a thought-bubble like screen, and this Cinderella looks more like Kyouko from Irisu Syndrome.

"Wow," I say. "I'll break that chain, then."

Even though I say that, I have the sense that I just isekai'd into the body of Cinderella's great-great-grandchild and am actually someone else entirely. Then I wake up.

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I woke up at 6:07, and it took me until 7:30 to finish writing down this dream Well, that was mostly because I kept spacing out in between each sentence. Then I set an alarm for 8:45 and went back to sleep.

———

Dream #3 (Lucid; DEID; Non-Lucid):
Me and someone else are watching a video of some pink-haired livestreamer, and I notice the background is almost exactly the same as my room. I point each matching detail out, particularly the photographs, and become lucid.

My vision immediately blacks out, but I say, "Clarity now! Clarity now!" and it comes back. I do a finger-through-palm RC and it makes the back of my hand extend an abnormal amount, though it doesn't go all the way through. I head downstairs and as I'm thinking about what to do, I wake up. Just for a second! I am 85% sure it wasn't an FA.

I close my eyes again and do an unintentional DEID, not DEILD because I'm not lucid when I re-enter. I check the time and it says 8:37, then Nile runs out of the house. I catch him and bring him back inside, only for my mom to yell at me about not making sure N ate his 30 rice cakes.

I'm confused and walk into the living room to find N sitting at the dinner table, a miserable look on his face. In front of him is a bowl filled to the brim with rectangular, reddish mochi.

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I woke up soon after at 8:43, two minutes before my alarm was set to go off. Interesting that the dream time aligned so well with reality. I rushed the notes for this one because I had to leave the house at 9:30, that's why it's not very detailed.

Additionally, the reason I say this dream was lucid while the other was semi-lucid is because the other felt more like roleplaying, whereas in this one I had more awareness that I was actually asleep somewhere in real life. Even though I didn't remember my goals in either

And here are some pics of the dream scenes:

I'm in the central area of serrano and hearing the running of what sounds like a motor (probably a chiller in real life). Out of the corner of my eye I imagine a glass container - almost like a fish tank of sorts - on a table in the corner. When I turn, it's in fact a printer as well as a sewing machine, which resembles my mom's sewing machine in NJ, on the table in the corner. I keep my gaze on this table and scrutinize the two machines. It doesn't make sense that the sewing machine would be in the corner. I feel like a hear my cold plunge, and this should be my cold plunge...right?. This doesn't make sense. I begin to pull my hand in front of me, but without even needing to really observe it, I realize: oh - It's a dream! I become lucid and take in the scenery of this central area of my home in the dream. The dream isn't fully clear and stable, and at this moment I'm truly wanting a clear and stable dream. I really push my awareness hard, tapping into a state as though I was pushing my awareness hard in a session of zazen. I continue to ramp up my awareness with focus, and say "aware". The dream buildings in vividness and stability. I get the feeling that there's somehting messy on my hand. I realize I don't need to wash my hand since it's a dream, but it kind of annoys me (like it would in waking life!) and figure hey, why not wash it off quick. I head to the sink which looks strikingly similar to how it would look in real life. Even the layout of the kitchen is almost identical. I wash my hands and then dry them with the cloth on the drainboard - almost identical to real life. I then think to work on some dream goals! First, I want to ask the dream what my spiritual path is. I ask, yet no answer once again. I then decide to try to head to my dream sanctuary. I spontaneously get the idea to pull out my laptop and go on google chrome and see what happens if I search it. But first, I see the fridge a think about grabbing a piece of dark chocolate while I work on this. I expect to find some in the area where I keep it in waking life, and sure enough, I find the same exact double-sealed plastic bag of ChocZero that I had there a couple days prior. I don't feel like meticulously unzipping the bag, so I try to just rip it open and poor the chips into my hands while loading the computer - no luck. I start typing "dream sanctuary" into the google search, yet the letters keep getting scrambled as I type. I try to produce the words accurately and keep needing to backspace and retype. I eventually come pretty close, and the computer loads the image of what appears to be woods. I turn to my right and notice a dark bunched up figure at the top of the stairs, almost like a bunched up blanket but I can't tell 100%. It sparks a bit of fear- in a nightmarish type of way- but I get intense with my approach to it. I stick out my hand with courage and intensity and do somewhat of a 'force pull' - however it doesn't work. I then do a 'force-crush' instinctively, yet it doesn't seem to have much of an effect. I return to glance at the screen and decide to head outside to try to find this area. I turn to my right and see the same figure and once again try both techniques in a 'force' type of way, yet no effect. I begin to hear voices of roughly two people in the house and they seem to be approaching the room. I want to avoid it, so I head to the front entrance, which opens in both directions just before the main door, and I head outside. The front of the house looks almost like a manor, which a red brick staircase leading downward. I fly down this area and the red brick continues onto the front walkway. I make my way into a wooded area as the sunlight streams through. I take in the beautiful sight of the tress and continue my flight forward. I soon see a tall fence with two guard just on the other side. I fly into the fence and scale up it. I then fly over and take in the view of a large field with a large brick building which appears to be a school behind it. A bunch of students are playing some sort of sport which seems like it may be soccer. I spot a teen picking on a much younger student, and suddenly get the impulse to protect the young student. I punch the older one if the face, then in the body, then proceed to throw him about one hundred hard and into the side of the building. I immediately get the thought/feeling that I shouldn't have done that. Although it's a dream, it's still going to have some kind of karmic trace (thinking back to a podcast I'd heard the day prior). I immediately fly to the DC dropping down from the wall, catch him, and do a sort of 'lay-on-hands' to fully heal him. I then guide him down to the ground. I begin flying away and the dream begins to fade. I then wake up.

Had a long semi-lucid and a short low-level lucid today, will post them tomorrow because I don't have time today

I'm in an inside area which resembles the central area of Serrano. My awareness begins to raise on it's own and I begin to realize I'm in a dream and become lucid. I float toward the glass doors in front of me and float outside. There's an area outside with a lot of plants/foliage around and a body of water in the middle which a appears to be a pool with another section adjoined to it. I have the thought of raising awareness and consider asking the dream to ramp up clarity. I decide against this and resolve to simply use my own ability to increase awareness. I take in the scene and float around a bit. I make my way back inside after 30 seconds or so and take in the visuals of the inside area. There's what appears to be a kitchen with a larger island in the middle which is lighter in color. There is a another room connected in an open concept. The dream soon fades.

I'm in the front of the house in M street and get a sense that something is a bit off - that it's not quite waking reality. I begin to jump a few times and eventually lift off and become lucid. I fly toward the front of the house and head outside and take in the snowy scene. I fly up a bit higher and notice three younger males walking to the right, toward the neighbor's house. I turn around toward the house and head to the second story. I see a figure of my mom's face peer through a window. I avoid it and fly to the right of the house. I sense that my brother is inside the room in front of me, yet continue to fly around the corner. I make my way to the side of the house and descend. The ground then carves out to reveal the entire side of the house with the basement section revealed. I dip down into this area, yet ascend once again, raiding to the second story. I see a charicature version of my dream self in this area. I see the figure through the large window against revealing the bedroom which takes up the majority of the side wall. The 'dream me' appears to be sleeping yet with eyes mostly open. He/Me then points to an area behind me, then points again emphatically with eyes going wider. I ask if I should head in that direction and it appears to be affirmed by the figure's gesture. I turn and fly in that direction, assuming the dream goal of my dream sanctuary may be found in that direction. I notice that there is foliage, mostly just bushes which are all very light in color - almost white. I head fly in this direction and the dream begins to lose a bit of its stability. As the dream becomes whiter, it appears almost as though I'm flying through clouds. Figuring that the dream may fade, I imagine that I'm flying through clouds to the sanctuary and make close to swimming movements with my arms. Gradually I come back to waking reality.

I am going to meet someone off Facebook Marketplace for a toothbrush. I drive to what looks like behind the dentist and dollar store on N. Hills Blvd and then turn right onto a dirt road. There are a few dirt roads back here (where a neighborhood is in real life). After traveling slightly uphill for a few minutes, I end up in a parking lot. There’s a maroon van waiting; I see multiple faces (a family) and know this must be the person. Pulling up next to it, I roll down my window … do the same. She, a middle aged Hispanic woman, holds out the toothbrush and some money with a smile. I take the toothbrush but not the money. I tell them I can’t take their money for this.

I am staying in some hotel. There is a main bedroom and a smaller one as well as a bathroom or two. The walls are an older style of wood paneling. In the smaller bedroom, there are kids clothes in the closet and other things about, as if someone’s just cleared the visible areas. I now realize that I’m staying in someone’s house. I call Melissa and tell her this. I also end up talking to the owner - she seems like a middle aged, single mom with a kid of 5 or so. She’s said that he’s just going to do one activity and then the room will be all clean. She is nice and genuine, so I feel bad about staying here. I’m now looking at the view of the horizon from here. There are rocky peaks in the distance and beautiful green land in the foreground. A glowing, orange sunset makes for an inspiring scene. I tell her it reminds me of Frenchmans back home.


I’m walking through New York City, trying to find a restaurant. I’m in what feels like a really long indoor strip mall. I get glimpses of the city street outside and end up walking through all of it more than once.