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Multiple dreams.
I'm not sure if the part in "??" and purple is part of 2 or 3 or a 4th dream.

1) I slided down the stairs at a harbor. The stairs were long, and there was nothing to make sure you didnt fall out at the side. I realised that and I was about to fall off, but didnt. I met some people I knew but they didnt look familiar. I needed to pee, so I found a toilet. End of dream.

2) I were in a dark forest with some other people, we were in a war. We had weapons and we were shot at. The other people in my group moved forward but I just stayed on my position.
?I was able to choose a character, like in a video game. The only characters I remember is Rip, Rap and Rup from Quack Pack and Donald duck.?
3) Then I ended up in my my childhood home with my stepmothers little daughter Anna. We were on the computer playing multiplayer flash games. We talker about what we should play next, and then there was this plastic bag with discs. I took the discs out and some of the games were violent and not for a 7 year old like Anna. One of the games were Far Cry 4.

Morning of March 27, 2015. Friday.



The first part of my dream is mostly incoherent and is an abstract hodgepodge involving the slide in my old elementary school’s playground (though facing the opposite direction as it did in reality - east instead of west - something dreams do often), something related to someone doing laundry, and some sort of table of a fair number of “names” that are not actually names but some sort of five-character combination of numbers and letters for the most part that seems to be related to “signing in”, perhaps to use the slide. I focus on how, when the new slide was first installed in the playground (in reality), a line of students as long as the street resulted in the morning (seemingly every student in the school in fact), thus not everyone got to go on the slide if they were farther back in line. After several days though, the novelty wore off, and there was no longer a line.

My dream shifts into a more defined state. I am in the living room in our present home on W Street. I notice that the couch has about six levers sticking out from the bottom that are much the same as wooden organ pedals. However, they also work like organ stops in that they pull out or push in a short distance. In turn, this seems to function in a manner of a combination lock.

By way of a false memory, I manipulate a particular sequence of these wooden stops in a certain order - knowing that money will somehow materialize inside the bottom of the couch in the boxlike storage area if the right pattern is implemented (like a combination lock/password composite). After I do this, I lift the seat up and see that there is a stack of fifty-dollar bills (Australian) near the middle area, nearly six inches high a stack. I look through them to make sure it is “real”. Although the money is “made” somehow, it is still the same as “real” money - or possibly teleported from somewhere else (though I do not get the impression it is stolen). Even though I am not lucid, a subtle part of me knows that I am making my dream (as is often the case, even as a child) and so I am focused on the “reality” of the imagery of the money, which at times, seems rendered incorrectly (the bills seem to have features of both American and Australian fifty dollar notes at certain points). However, this neither bothers me nor triggers a “closer” lucidity (as it probably should) and my dream fades from here, whereas I get the feeling that the money will automatically be “correct” (correctly rendered) in the long run - though by the time I ponder upon that, I am already mostly awake.

I had a dream i was fighting a group of evil people with super heroes I think. The last thing I can remember about the dream is that there was snow on the ground with pee on it because the bad guys wanted to pollute the city.There could have been some lucidity to it but i can't recall.

The last two days have been crazy and I have no idea what order these fragments go in or even what night they belong to, but I do have a lot of fragments, and seeing as I like to put EVERYthing into my dream journal, I'd better punch as much as I can in.

Floating black liquid orbs were flying around and people didn't know what to make of them.

I was watching a video clip of my younger self that looked like my dream self but with two blue eyes. He said something about the earth being bigger than the sun and mars combined that didn't make sense but for some reason I found really funny.

My dad had made a picture slideshow of my life. The entire slideshow was made up of false memories and blurred together with stuff that had happened in waking life and in recent dreams.

I was at our family's beach resort. Everything had been replaced with cobblestones.

Something to do with this big fish and stabbing it with a pen because it was trying to bite me. My mom was swimming too and she told me not to stab it because the fish was just playing with me and wasn't old enough to do any damage when it bit.

Spoiler for Just in case:

I remember (well this was more like a full dream.) I was approached by what I was told was a female projection of myself in the bathroom. (Though she was a little bit bigger than my male self.) We began doing sexy things, though I'm not going to go into detail.

Though I did have a bit of funny broken logic during this dream. I was semi lucid and thought that I should change myself into a girl as well since I wouldn't be able to make a mess in the bed then.

I'm going to be working on updating my profile today and hopefully getting caught up on some of my favorite DJs. I just want to say that the reason my recall sucked this past week was because of an episode that my parents caused causing a lot of stress throughout our entire family (for me in particular). This isn't the place for me to go into detail, but I will say that they realized their mistake, apologized, and now hard at work things are getting back in order.

This one wasn't lucid, and it was a little weird. I fell asleep around maybe 9:30pm - 10:00pm. I woke up around 6:30am.

I was in a building, I'm not sure what it was. I remember there were closet type things on the walls to put your stuff in. I opened up one and found a bunch of bags with things like 3ds', money, etc. I also found a "cheeseburger backpack" from Steven Universe, which I wanted. I put all of this into my own big bag. Some children behind me noticed their stuff was missing, and I didn't want to get in trouble, so I gave the stuff back to them and said sorry. They were okay with it and were nice, and took their stuff and left. I then noticed that I accidentally didn't give them back one thing, and I looked in it and there was four hundred dollars. I kept it, but I kept dropping it.

This was a different dream, I think. I lived next-door to some people. I would always go over to their house and get on their roof. It was two people my age. One of them brought alcohol, but the other didn't want me to drink it and kept stopping me. I was about to when their parents came out. I had the bottle and glass behind me and they said a few things and then left.

I'm not sure if this was the same dream, but I was in a room that looked like a room in my house. I tried to drink the alcohol again, but the same person kept stopping me. I did drink some though, and they looked very disappointed. Some people came in then, and I think I was in trouble. I ran into the bathroom and tried to lock the door but one of them managed to grab the handle first. I had to kick them back twice before I could lock the door (it was hard to move my hands, they were going slow).

I heard them talking, and saying to just leave me in there for now, because I would either come out or they would get me. There was a small window above the toilet, so I opened it and climbed out. I ran from the backyard to the front yard, and ran down the street. It looked like my neighborhood, but a little different. I came across a house, and someone was out front watering their plants. I asked them if I could hide in their car for a bit. It was a big, white car. The person said sure, and I fumbled again trying to open the door before they came down the street, but I did manage to get it open and climb in and hide while they passed by. I then either drove the car myself, or someone else was suddenly in the car with me. We drove away and pulled up to this run-down-looking house. We got out and looked inside. All the rooms were empty. I thought that we could stay there.

The person who let me hide in their car drove up in a different car. I think they either were moving into that house, or they owned it and were going to rent it. They didn't seem upset that we took their car. I asked them why they let me use their car, because I could have just taken it, and they had no way of knowing whether I would bring it back or not. I don't remember what they said, but they shrugged and smiled. They didn't seem to mind.

That's all I remember.

First dream - fragment

I was in school. I entered the toilet, and entered a cabin. Then I saw that there was no wall, so cabins opened to open space, from where I could see inside of the girls toilet. I looked at other guys using the toilet. They were really confused.

Second dream

I was sneaking in a mansion of a rich businessman. I tried to reach his treasury. The corridor was dark, but I could see all the great architecture and expensive furniture. When I was sneaking, I was interrupted by the businessman. To remain hidden I had to hang from the window. The fat, bald man entered a room with a young servant. I though Old sex addict. And jumped down to the courtyard.

That is when I was spotted by a general of an army. He was wearing full plate armor. I saw my associate. We were running away from the squad of knights. Then vechicle of speacial forces blocked our way. We had to escape to underground parking. We were stuck on the stairway, as we were surrounded from outside and isnide.

We found some sniper rifles, and were shooting with soldiers. My associate got killed. I shot down a few of them, when they were running from the cover of vechicles. Then I got shot. I felt strong, piercing pain in my lower body, left side.

I decided to run anyway. I shot down everyone inside, and ran for the way outside. It was blocked by some girls, which I had to kill to go away. After killing them, I summoned a game menu, and loaded a save state. The girls were no longer blocking my way in this altered universe. I ran for the surface, and escaped from special forces.

I got shot down in a dark, neaby alley.

Third dream - fragment

With siblings we went outside, and looked over the horizon. Huge mountains suddenly grown there. We chose one to climb up, and went to do this.

I'm walking along the street when a shop catches my attention and I start to browse what they have on display. The shop interior is open to the street, separated from the sidewalk only by a waist-high display counter—it's peculiar that storefronts in my dreams are so frequently based on the Bangkok model, even though there may be nothing else distinctly Asian about the products or proprietors.

On the display counter facing the street is a variety of small bottles of essential oil. I examine the labels, and recognize a few types that I had purchased online recently. Would it have been better to buy them here and save on shipping? But I then I would be stuck with the sales tax, which might work out to even more.

From the conversation between the couple running the place, I get the impression that business has been slow today. I've spent enough time browsing that I feel like I ought to buy something, if only not to disappoint the proprietors. Besides, it will be good for the local economy. There's nothing in particular that I need, but I'm sure I can find something here I will use or enjoy.

Looking up from the essential oils on the counter, I see that there are several shelves of shampoo and conditioner on the side walls in front. That would be a practical purchase... but when I see the prices I hesitate. I don't like paying through the nose for bath products. I venture inside the store to see what else is available. The back wall contains a display shelf for books and magazines. Most of them seem to be about yoga. My eye falls on the title of one issue in particular: What Are the Benefits of Yoga Even When Doing it For No Reasons? I reflect that the title is biased; it implies that there is benefit. And the "no reasons" thing reminds me about the attitude so often demonstrated by American Buddhists regarding meditation, the idea that having any kind of reason suggests attachment, so one should meditate without a reason or goal... with the vague assumption that it is somehow good for you anyway.

Well, I'm not interested in yoga, and I'm certainly not interested in practicing yoga or meditation for no reason. My priorities are quite different, and very well-defined: I'm interested in whatever can help me improve my dreaming.

Gradually, I make a counter-clockwise sweep of the small store interior. On the left wall, a variety of objects are hanging on display. One catches my eye, a rectangle of black silk printed with a delicate pattern of flower buds. I take it down for a closer look, and note that the silk is pieced together in a curious, distinctive way. "What is this?" I ask the proprietors.

The man of the couple says, "You could use it for anything. You could even tear it up and just use the cloth."

I think—but don't say aloud—that the price tag is $90, an awful lot for a piece of scrap cloth! I take another look at the unusual stitching, and it reminds me of something. "Isn't it one of those Japanese cloths used for wrapping?" I'm sure I remember reading about these.

The woman affirms that it is, and seems surprised that I know about it. She clarifies that it is designed specifically to go around a 10x10x10" package. The art of making them is hardly practiced anymore, she says. I wonder if she means doing the wrapping properly—if the cloths were so rare, why would there be a random one for sale in this shop? And I'm sure I've seen them for sale before, if only in a catalogue.

I decide not to purchase the cloth as I don't have an appropriately sized 10x10x10" box to go with it. I'm about to peruse the essential oils again and pick something at random, when we are interrupted by a government raid. There is a moment when I wonder if I should avert this plot point entirely, but I let it happen—after all, what is the worst they can do, try to lock me up? And that won't amount to much. Instinctively I am aware of my invulnerability.

The scene shifts here, and now we are outdoors on a paved area, like a wide driveway, on top of a hill. However, I am aware that I am not far from the shop I was visiting; it is right at the bottom of the hill.

That agent is back again. What is this, the third time? He has threatened me before, but it has not gone well, so now he is threatening my host, the male shopkeeper. "I'll investigate every client," he warns. "No one can stand up to that kind of scrutiny."

I feel obliged to defend the poor guy and intervene. The agent should be dealing with me. I'm the real target; he has no business taking his frustrations out on random people who are accidentally associated with me. I get in his face and confront him.

"Why do you keep getting involved?" I still remember distinctly that this is the third time we have met, and that the previous two encounters have not ended well for him. This won't, either. I conclude my train of thought aloud: "You like it. You must like being humiliated."

The agent lies down on the ground, as if in demonstration of my point. I am annoyed and start berating him. I forget what I said initially, but I conclude, "And there's your shit-kicking foot." To make my point perfectly clear, I enact the metaphor literally. The agent's left leg extends to impossible length, his shoe and sock disappear, and his bare foot kicks a shit in a high arc away from us. To emphasize what has just happened, I ensure that it leaves a stain on his foot.

Afterwards the agent gets up to go, and I re-emphasize the pointlessness of his continued investigation of me. "My activities are confined to this circle. I'm not involved in anything in the wider world." I am aware that the 'wider world' is not even real for me; that I exist here within the circle of my own attention. This doesn't fully manifest as dream awareness, just the sense of my ontological difference from everyone else in this environment.

The agents, about four of them in total, all turn to go. They have three dogs with them. I laugh when one dog darts aside, seemingly smelling something in the bushes, and scarfs it down. Knowing the appetites of dogs, I assume it must have found the shit that was kicked.

I want to get back to the narrative from which I was so rudely interrupted; I still have business in the store at the bottom of the hill. I decide to fly for speed—and figure if the agents see me flying overhead, they might take my arguments more seriously and think twice before trying to interfere again. I swoop downhill at great speed, thinking about how I use the word "swooping," but when birds of prey dive like this, it is called "stooping." I realize I'm not sure precisely how such birds break their fall, so when I reach the bottom of the hill, I circle counter-clockwise twice to regain control before lightly letting my feet contact the ground again. The whole flight felt very graceful, and I am proud of myself, convinced that I am starting to get good at this. I'm not just flying anymore, I'm flying with style!

I momentarily wonder if the proprietors of the store will be startled to see me flying. As I reach the ground, however, I realize that I have lost interest in the original narrative—which was incredibly mundane, let's admit—and now want to write my report on what just happend. I still don't have a clear sense that I'm dreaming, as such, yet I understand distinctly that I need to wake up. It takes a bit of deliberate effort to push through the layers—they feel almost like a physical fog—that divide me from waking consciousness, but I persevere until I am sure I am definitely awake... at least as sure as one can ever be.

I have some tatoo on my left hand.So i wana show to my friends when i showed it change to other picture.I said who maked this tatoo is bad at it.So suddenly i go to my classroom.And sit down to my friend.

In this dream I became spontaneously lucid for no particular reason. I found myself in a factory, following a friend who’s a production supervisor. I decided to have some lucid fun with my dear friend Brian, so I said, “Brian, Let’s go hunting!” He looked at me as if I was short two bricks, and he blurted, “I can’t, I’ve got a production schedule to take care of!” I happily replied, “Come on Brian, It’s 2:30 Pm, and I’ve got everything setup. All you have to do is leave here and we’re off hunting!” In a firm tone of voice he said, “I can’t leave, there’s too much to do.” He turned and walked away from, so I decided to try a different approach to engage him.

“Hey Brian, I’ve invented something we can use, and it’s amazing!” He immediately spun around with interest and said, “What’s that?” I paused for a second trying to dream up something to say, then I said, “I’ve created anti-gravity!” He skeptically replied, “What? Oh come on.” I said, “Yes, watch this!” Then I jumped up about a foot in the half in the air, and floated back down. He said, “Come on, everybody can do that.” He then jumped up in the air, the same as I did, and floated back down. I was actually quite surprised myself to see him do that. I then said, “Now watch this!”, and I floated up off the ground about 3 feet and hovered there. His eyes lit up with excitement, and he said, “Whoa, we can use that! People have been trying to invent that for years!” I said, “Yes, I’m not sure what we can use this for, but I’m sure we can find something! Watch this!” I leaned to the left, and I slowly floated sideways. “Hey Brian, follow me outside!”, and he did. He was really interested in what was going on.

We headed outside, and then I floated up above his head, and I said, “Grab onto my ankles and hold on!” I slowly lifted him up off the ground about 2 feet, then I slowly and carefully brought him back down and he let go. I turned around and faced him, as I floated, and he was looking very distressed and confused, and then he vanished! I went back into the factory and I came across another fellow I knew, and I helped him wind up some copper wire around a spindle. The wire became all tangled around my forearm, and I began to question if this was a good way to spend my valuable time while lucid. I threw the tangled copper wire on the ground, and I decided to head off into the offices to find my daughter.

I entered a dimly lit area of the factory, and I noticed somebody was following me, and he seemed to be very aware of his surroundings (like me). I stopped and faced him, and he said to me, “Hi!” I immediately replied, “Who are you?” I was a bit creeped because he was following me. He said, “I’m spirit Martin.”, so I introduced myself and I replied with little thought, “I’m a lucid dreamer from the physical world.” He seemed very surprised at what I said, and then he shook my hand with gratitude. He then said, “I’m a rogue spirit from Heaven.” I thought he was joking, so I said, “My daughter’s a rogue spirit too.” He looked at me totally shocked and he said, “Whaaaat?” I realized that he meant what he said, so I quickly replied, “My daughter visits me here from Heaven too.”, and he laughed and said, “Oh, oh okay.” Then I said, “Maybe sometime you can meet her when she’s here.” He smiled and said, “Sure that sounds good.” He was a very pleasant guy. We began to walk together towards the offices, and then I woke. It happened so quickly I didn’t have time to stabilize (by swirling).

I’ve never heard anybody use the term, “Rogue Spirit”, so I Google it, and it is not a very commonly used at all. This is what I like about dreams; you never know what you’re going to come across, and you often learn something new.

3.26.15

Midnight shift last night. Got only about 3 hrs of sleep before that. So at my second break at 5 am, I was dosing off sitting on a chair in break room. Was getting all kinds of HH. If my head falling down wouldn't wake me up every time, I would have WILDed.

HH:
I'm looking at few cartoonish cars head on. One is pink, looks like FIAT or Cooper or something like that from Cars movie. Very cute. I think it was smiling at me.

Finally, a lucid! This one made me laugh quite a bit after waking up!

I run as fast as my legs can carry me down the dazzlingly white corridor. Feeling like my lungs are about to burst, I glance to my right. Satisfied that Hermione is keeping up without too much difficulty, I make no effort to slow down. She says something to me, but I cannot hear her over the sound of the air rushing past my ears. Footsteps. Someone is chasing us. I know that if I trip up, if I get caught, I will die, right here in Hogwarts. Spotting a broom closet, I run towards it, and lock myself in. I smile and take a few moments to catch my breath. I'm in Hogwarts, with Hermione, being chased by none other than her evil twin. Perplexed, I consider this piece of information. Hermione doesn't have a twin. This realisation brings me to lucidity, and my thoughts are teeming with possibilities. After some reflection, I decide to continue on with the dream's plot, not yet having set an LD goal. As if on cue, my pursuer's face appears flattened on the closet door's small glass window. I laugh at the comical sight, before thinking that I need a wand. Excited at the prospect of trying out my dream control skills, I shove my right in my pocket enthusiastically, concentrating entirely on this one thought; 'When I pull out my hand, I will be holding a wand.'. Feeling my fingers grasp a small, thin object, I pull it out, only to see what I am holding. A stick. A fucking stick. Putting it back in, I try again. A pencil. Ugh. As they say, third time's the charm, and finally, I find myself in possession of a beautiful wand. I admire the small intricate carvings on its handle before unlocking the closet door. Confident in my skills, I step outside, ready to face my enemy.

*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP* *BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP*BEEP**BEEP

THAT STUPID ALARM. EVERY TIME. EVERY DAMNED TIME.

In a cave, a young modern couple were confronted by two women, guards of something sacred who'd been hunting this man down. They fought, and now those two sacred guards are lying on the ground, one unconscious.

The man rises to float slightly in the air, and the guard who's still conscious believes this is a sign he's about to kill her - but he just scoops up the woman he's with, carrying her in his arms, floats over where that guard is lying, and keeps going. He says to the guard, "Seriously, go away."

Then he phases through the cave wall, where a mural is painted in gold. As he passes through the wall, the guard momentarily sees a different face overlaying his, someone she recognizes and greatly respects - either a religious authority who's recently died, or a god, or both.

I don't usually have food dreams. It mighta been because I just found out you can taste food in a dream?? Nah whatever. I accept. Mundane life. Actually that's what I wanted to see more of in my dreams.

3/25
i remember making a peanut butter sandwich and showing people. I was saying how i used to do this as a kid in class, like the teacher would ask me what I’m doing and I’d say “making a peanut butter sandwich” (in my lap, trying to be discreet). They all thought it was funny so i kept going until I made and showed them one.

I don’t remember anything else. Green and Narli an old friend maybe couches and movies like trying to get there?

I did go to sleep drunk too, and something else on barbs birthday at red tent.

3/26

I forget the first dream. For some reason I keep thinking of batman. But it was something else.

It’s weird coz I woke up remembering that one and it led to remembering the one after.

Something to do with Ciera, this girl I live with?

It ended with me on the phone in arizona trying to make a dominio’s order and see if they were still there (I used to work there). Then I thought, ‘why don’t I just go there’? It’s a 3 minute walk.

Me and my sister are there. It looks different. The colors are the same. There’re more things, more room. I ask about it and they said something about a lot of money being put into the store, so I guess it got more successful after I left. I wonder what happened to the manager Ben. I kinda figure it was too much stress eventually. Teenage Taylor still works there. She might look older but not significantly. Kinda more modely but still her. She says that his working with me stressed him out. I’m kind of surprised. Me? I had my problems but I wasn’t that bad. I was even on-call sometimes. Then she added that he was using her secondlife. (she mighta said fet but it was in reference to 2ndlife the online game thing I’ve never really played but know a little about just how people talk about it). I got confused and in that she asked if I had seen her youtube channel and I didn’t know she had one. She looked disappointed and I said “oh! so ben is on secondlife and you have a youtube channel” and she answered in the affirmative and looked pleased, but I still hadn’t known she had a youtube, but it looked like I knew more than it seemed.

Helen was being really social and friendly with everyone and vice versa as fits her personality. I’m not like that and was awkward and wondering what to say. But Helen made it easier and things happened. There were these vending machine type things for soda and a hook-grab-the-stuffed-toy game, and three were connected. One guy showed us a trick where he opened the glass door to the stuffed toy game to grab a soda from the other machine. It was supposed to be locked was the point coz otherwise you could just get a free toy. He said that was his secret basically and it was really funny, and something about the machines being shaped like that (slanty, squatter) coz of this old lady, but don’t tell her that. Maybe she complained or something and they beat her to the punch, idk, can’t tell.

Well, we’d ordered a pan pizza with feta, sausage, and bacon, and garlic on the edge. I had been trying to find out specials on the phone and it was confusing I think, and agreed to something. I was waiting for the pizza and the third time of wondering it arrived,(i think a pc screen apeared, but they also said our orderr sorta) and Helen had been pouring this hot sauce type into a liquid measuring cup. I had been wondering about the garlic sauce and how to get it or ask. Now I wondered how that would help her – cool, she can do it casually like that while talking like nothing is wrong but where are you going to put it since we are going home? On top of the pizza? No. Then the pizza is here and we open it and it looks like the sausage is there? I try a piece – but the bacon and feta might not be. So it just takes like this cheese pizza and I had been worried I wouldn’t like dominos food anymore since I started eating healthier, and it looks like it’s definitely true. But they had also gotten my order wrong. But anyway, helen started pouring SALSA on the edges of the pizza and I’m like “What! Why are you doing that?! We were going to put garlic sauce!” and she says “Oh, what is this?!” and I say “Salsa! Now what do we put the garlic sauce on? In the middle…??” and I’m like mmarrgh and take this circle bit from the middle and put garlic sauce on it and try it and I think I go into this cylindrical tunnel and wake up.

WTF. But helen is great. The domino employees – I couldn’t see their faces really. White guys.

Thu, 26 Mar 2015:
*** short LD x2 + WILD=No.300!!!! 1030pm quick bts@1240am wbtb recording dream only but took at while @420am (5h50) first awakening @1240 had some vague recall of ideas. Decided not enough to use for bts visualizing and didn't record.


420am wake from an "I was just there" dream. Facility similar to SD in C(25 minutes W NW) or one of my past workplaces. End with helping special needs adult who was with C from work section near mailroom and a little girl. Actually before the facility we are in a store like Target or Kmart and I'm there with I think my #Dad and #Brother. My brother is pushing a shopping cart also and a little fast and draws the attention of a manager that is up on a platform about 1 story higher. I notice this and motion like I am telling my brother to act right and get the manager to back off.

This transitions shortly after to me driving outside the aforementioned facility and was going to park in front of the main entrance and use my badge to get something I forgot inside. I don't want that manager guy (mixing the work facility with the store) to come though so I look for another place to park more out sight and get further from entrance trying to find an actual parking spot almost parking in an area that was painted off with gray border that I decided meant "no parking."

Eventually park to the left of there and I think I hear employees coming out at the end of their shift. I think about heading to my car but they will wonder why i am out here. Now I need to hide behind a crop of shrubs and small trees on a small hill above the parking area and there is a trail off to my left that I later realize has a fork that runs right behind me as well. At first it looks like some will walk towards the couple of cars in the lot below and others off to my left walking towards perhaps the train station but cut over to the fork towards me and see my feet sticking out from my hiding spot as I lay belly down on the ground looking around at where everyone is heading. When they find me it seems both groups have converged on me and I'm discovered and get up. My story is that I was going to surprise someone. "Who?" They ask like they are interested in who has a secret admirer or something. "It depends on who came by" being vague or secretive they might figure.

Talking with the ladies, I see an ID picture of C (mentioned at beginning) and this transitions to me indoors with her a little older and a little girl maybe 5 and a special needs adult. C asks the little girl to come with her while she goes to the bathroom outside(?) in case she needs to call for help and I tell the little girl who looks maybe half Black and Hispanic "yes just come back here and knock on the door like so and I can help." During this I am having a bit of a challenge keeping the special needs person from falling over holding onto him(?) as he leans various ways but mostly backwards while he is putting on his shoes or something. 5am finish typing on my phone (quieter). time flew by though.

***League game, Mom, DEILD
I'm getting ready for a game and the game before us that seems to have implications on who we might play in the playoffs. it seems the underdog won tonight...could affect our playoffs. Oh no I think I'm not fully suited up yet and I look up and some guys are playing Basketball and my teammates are all gone and I realize that I'm dreaming. I float up a little bit in the gymnasium before waking up. On waking this reminds me to check status of playoffs and related email when i get up later. 298


I'm in the car with my mom who's driving and the road looks a little strange as I look closer it looks like the road has been taken out by some disaster but there's still a strip of it left and I ask my mom if we are sleeping and then I realize yes this is just a dream. I float up out of the car a bit before waking. 299

Yesterday I was thinking how I have shortchanged my LD count in the past whenever I had a really short LD often not counting them but I decided that was not right…so I counted those last two but will not make any adjustments to past counting…too much trouble and probably not very significant.

Trying to get in a super comfortable position after my wife leaves and has set the alarm I am determined to get back to lucid dreaming and hold on to it for number three hundred! Not a super impressive lucid dream but it was much longer than those last two and I achieved my first WILD in a little while! (FM and CL if reading: still no G yet, only apple juice but may try soon). I am very happy with how my overall wild transition went seemingly never losing consciousness as well. I was getting significant HI's (just imagery). Even reposition myself somewhat slightly and get back to the HI's. In the sequence that led to the dream entry it started with a white shape, somewhat complex, on a black background. It was like a morphing white circle with some gashes cut into it mostly along the right and bottom making the white parts in that section look like curved knives. Mentally reminded myself to only observe it passively but in retrospect I think I was already fully in a dream based on the next sequence and the stability of the white on black HI.

In the next sequence I am looking at a movie screen size and shaped image forming in front of me taking up most of my field of view with just blackness on the edges, formed from the previous white circle on black, and I start to get imagery that I thought was coming from my waking life eyes of the wall that I'm facing towards, from my position in bed...but I see that if I keep my eyes just a sliver open that I can continue to see the imagery and block out the view from my room. this was all part of the dream however because I realized that I'm still wearing my sleep mask and I would not be able to see the wall in my room at all.

I come more and more into the image and eventually I'm fully in the scene but it is not clear yet. I stay patient and before long I am in a beautiful sunny daytime scene with green grass and houses and a wall nearby that I go for, to rub on the cement wall to stabilize the visuals. It works. I float up a little bit but then I decide to land.

There are a lot of people around now and I'm checking out the DC's. I walk up to one group and at first they look at me curiously but then look absolutely terrified and run off! This is not something I've seen since purposely trying to scare DC's. Interesting. I see more people whose path I'm going to cross and as we approach each other the same thing happens, they look terrified!

I see a restaurant whose whole front wall is all big glass windows, so you can see inside and it looks like it is full, hosting a busy party with DJ lights despite being daytime outside it looks a little darker in there. It has an interesting symbol on the outside that gives me the impression that it is Asian Restaurant of some kind. I make my way towards the restaurant passing a few other terrified groups of DC's and I stand outside the door thinking about what I want to do next and I decide to go in, it could be interesting. As I go in the visuals start to fade but I remain calm and I can still make out shapes of people moving around and eventually decide to walk back outside the restaurant and observe from the outside where had no issues.

Eventually I got down on the ground laying on my stomach with my head propped up on both my hands, my elbows on the ground and just watched what was going on around me in wonder. After a while I could feel a little pressure on my left shoulder and was feeling like it was my waking life shoulder tired from laying on my side but I was able to shift back to my dream body and feel myself completely off of that sore shoulder and back on my stomach with my head propped up by my two hands, elbows on the ground which was a weird shift in orientation from side laying to a more upright straight on forward position. Eventually focus shifted back to my sleeping body and my shoulder who wanted me to turn over into a more comfortable position and I transition completely to my waking body and woke up smiling big and turned over to my other side! No.300

Side notes: RC's had more impact yesterday after the LD where I almost couldn't believe I was dreaming and felt totally awake. I did drink 6oz of apple juice this night a little after 9pm, after one night off from apple juice and 10 days or more off before the two nights before that. AJ always seems to help with vividness and putting me "there." This is also the 3rd night in a row with LD's and 3rd night in a row where my only focus during wbtb was on recall. Upon btb I am only visualizing becoming lucid in the previous dreams. No mantras or SSILD. I have also been better about checking off any daytime worries or thoughts quickly and getting back to dreamy thoughts.

Wed, 25 Mar 2015:
1am(late game) 545 (4h45) skip apple juice not expecting much opportunity after tiring game. My #brother, #mom and #dad all #exchanging #gifts. Some gift that has been great for something since some past time period. Spending $90 for a gift seems like an odd amount and if it came up more than once.


Ex KM's family, her mom was taking a rest after hosting me and now I am talking to P, ex's brother. It is great to see them. Occasion? Recalling if a trip dream sign involved: feels right.


* this feels too real! But we're totally awake! These were the feelings when I started to question the dream when I start to question if I was dreaming! I'm with my wife and she is driving into like a grocery store parking lot and she tries to pull into one space but I say that that car is just pulled in really far and there's a car in front of him so there's already 2 cars head to head and you can't park there. another car is moving a little bit so we think he's about to pull through but no he's just adjusting his space and I also interact with one of the drivers who seems to be apologizing and I say no worries . We eventually go around and park down one of the aisles a bit further away from the store but as we walk back we see there are now three spaces close and for some reason we decide to move the car. It seems like we're in then the truck today. As we walk back to the car/truck I tell my wife I don't think it was this far down but she says yes we parked all the way over by such and such. but now we're walking out of the parking lot and down the strip of stores on the main street and she says "through here" and it's an old decrepit fabric store, looks like it's been shut down but maybe you can go through back into the parking lot from here. I'm looking at it and my wife is so willingly going in through this way that I start to doubt that maybe this is a dream. She is so clean-conscious and this place looks dirty that she would be worried about cleanliness plus it doesn't look very safe. but this feels so real this can't be a dream. I looked down at my hands to RC and I have trouble seeing my hand clearly but I keep looking and eventually I can see six fingers and I realize I'm dreaming! I start rubbing my hands together to get the visuals going stronger and the friction between my hands feels so real! That feels too real but yes I am dreaming! now I'm by myself in what looks more like the layout of a house and there are 4 bedroom doors or what I assume are bedroom doors and I go to them one by one opening them seeing what's inside by the time I get to the second one I'm already thinking about Girl Friday but nothing in the second or third room. so outside the fourth room I say Girl Friday will definitely be in there and I open it up and it looks like just an empty bed with a lot of big blankets on top and I tell myself oh yes she is definitely under those blankets and as I go to the bed and start to pull back the blankets the visuals start fading but I stay confident and calm and reach under the sheets expecting to feel her warm body and sure enough I feel her warmth and then her body and the visual start coming back. I tell her how she's been expecting me, and we are so happy to see each other and I start kissing her. we kiss for quite a while and I feel something a little bit strange with one of her teeth and I pull back to take a look and it is a small chip out of one of her front teeth it looks like she's a bit self conscious about it and to keep this realistic and like a real experience I tell her it's fine it looks very cute and that I actually have a small chip in one of my teeth as well.

Spoiler for sexual content:

I pull up her shirt and look at her beautiful breasts after having only reached under there caressing them previously while kissing.

I then start to get up to take off my clothes and I think about the conversation on DV in the Lucid sex thread and I try to rip off my clothes in one swoop of my hand but I have to actually pull them off this time! I also told girl Friday to remove her shorts and her top completely while I'm undressing and she looks so gorgeous laying there!! She is lying on her back

Spoiler for sexual content:

with her breasts compressed back little bit due to the "gravity" but they are so nicely shaped and perfect and her ahem looks so inviting with just the right amount of hair! as I crawl into position to make love to her I do

Spoiler for possible schema poison side notes but with explanation to shoot down such schema:

start to wake up and I can feel myself actually back in bed but I try to deild. But I'm too awake now too late in the morning and I know that like so many times before I can definitely have sex and stay in the dream! This one was just the end of REM and we interacted for quite a while!

No.297


No apple juice, continuation of the "switch" in my mind allowing me lucid dreams and that they don't have to preclude taking care of my business, better day practices, late night after my game, but the key may have been being able to sleep in this morning that's when the lucid dream happened before waking about 9:20 a.m. Late to bed and late to rise does also seem to help in the past. Possibly just changing sleeping schedule what helps possibly? *Also, this dream reminded me that any moment could be a dream and made my RC's have more impact the day I woke up from this LD.