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Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Dream 1 - Ship Wrecked onto a Paradise (And turtles boning?)
I'm on a large sailing vessel, like a galleon or something (the tone is somewhat 18th century). The vessel is in the middle of a huge storm, and the next thing I know I'm waking up on a beautiful beach, tropical trees and crystal clear sea water surround me and the sky is calm. Parts of the ship can be seen floating around or washed up, but I ignore it all, I seem to have a handglider which I use to glide around the place a bit.. I head off along the beach to where a group of natives are relaxing under a low wooden sun shelter next to the bushline. I prostrate myself before them and beg for help, explaining my situation, a jump in time occurs (like a minute ahead) and we're all buddy-buddy. I turn to see a huge tidal wave rising up (should mention there are about 4 of us together), I grab a native and dive to the ground so I don't get swept away, a man behind me also gets down low, but his wife isn't quick enough. Next thing I know we're searching for the wife, I glide through the air a bit, then I continue running in shallow water, sprinting in a panic state to try save her but we can't find her. I see a small turtle float on by a few metres away, it was so realistic. I then turn to see even more turtles, but this time they're HUGE, about 2 metres in height. Also they're boning hard out, I think to myself that it must be mating season, it was quite weird to see a bunch of turtles pounding their meat into a mate. Ruined the aesthetic scenery a bit tbh. I spot in the sky a woman gliding around on her handglider, and remember that 'oh hey, they obviously all use handgliders too'... Next thing I know, I'm gliding around 4 square block rooms connected by large doors so that they can be glided through. My friend Mikayla is here and she has a miniature glider that she throws like a paper plane. There is a large dome made of a kind of net in one of the rooms, I run and jump, gliding through the air and circling the dome without colliding with the net, wall, ceiling or floor, then smoothly land in the room I started, a full circuit. I seem really proud of myself for doing this... I also noticed a family of 3, they were really white trash. One of them I remember as having missing teeth, quite young, but fat and had a shaved head. He wore baggy clothing too... I guess that must be what I consider white trash? O_O never knew.

Dream 2 - Dinner with my old flat mates
I couldn't be bothered writing this in my journal diary this morning, and I've lost a lot of detail, but it just felt SO boring >_<.
I seem to be on a cruise ship, there is a dinner party on these long tables with white sheets set out and beautiful cutlery, plates and fruits in bowls neatly placed. I'm with my ex-flatmates Emma and Sam, but we never really got on well with conversations... We were the first to enter the room and pick 3 chairs out near the end of the table. We seem to start some kind of subtle 'argument'. I don't remember much more than this though.

Dream 3 - Continued
Seems to continue on from where dream 2 ended... I don't remember much about this except that we were still on a cruise ship and eating dinner.

Lucid--took 3micros of Mel and another b50......dreamed I was laying on my living room couch with Courtney and aiden. I found my Nintendo in my brown pillow case. I asked who brought it down and the both of them denied it....it had a game on it called pacman, but the game playing on the screen didn't look like no pacman...it had a blue screen and it looked like castlevania or something. I then took the game out And asked who it belonged too, Courtney said it was her friends. So then I told her she was lying to me, I told her goodnite to send her to bed, she started to cry, then I looked at the clock and it had some weird time on it...then I looked at my hands and they looked weird, I had an index finger where my pinky should be at on my left hand...I rubbed them together and they got really hot......I walked around my house knowing I was dreaming now....I walked out the living room, into my living room again, with my living room kinda reversed and a big screen clock was in the kitchen over the stove area, time on the clock was 7:61.....looked at the clock in the living room and couldn't even read the time....so I took my time to calm down...summoned Monica but she didn't appear at first....I went to my kitchen, opened the garage door as she was opening the garage door, I called for her to give me the lottery numbers that I need to win.......whatever....Monica was in the garage....and the big door was up.....there was some neighbors or something outside at toms house...watching us.

March 5, 2015

I was driving down some very twisting a winding country roads on a small mountain in my truck. The rounds had tight turns almost one right after another. It was in a pine forest with the uphill side on our right and the downhill side on our left. For some reason it was extremely difficult to see out my window, like it was fogged up beyond belief, or the glass just distorted the images coming through. Also i was on the right side of the vehicle(normally my passenger side) driving rather than the left, which I found strange but didnt become lucid. I tried turning the defroster on, and opening a window to clear it up but it didnt work. Eventually after not being able to see and the turns being to sharp to turn on safely, the truck rolled over on its side, then its roof. I got out and looked around and had no injuries. I was in a big pine tree forest standing on a dirt road. I saw a cell tower but as i got close it fell and some kid ran away who had cut it down. I eventually decided i needed to move to get cell service and walked through the trees and made it to a busy highway. I called 911 and told them what was going on but they were of little help. Once I told him i was at "Cedar Falls" he stopped for a moment and said that would be difficult to get there.I stopped by the highway and these people started throwing berries at me for some reason. I didn't get mad at them, i just kept calm. It was weird at first but they were nice and could help after I explained my situation. I started walking back to the vehicle and went to call the county sheriff but my phone was dead! (Somewhere in here i lost part of the dream)

I was hanging out at my Fraternity's Annex property and the rooms didn't look at all like they should be. There was a lot of clutter, like clothes lying around, a big red carpet, a fish tabks, and i was on a bed with a black blanket on it. The room was square in shape. I was just talking to some friends, not sure who, when one of my other "sort of" friend came in and asked if i wanted to go swimming at a lake and i said sure after some time to talk about it. I spent a lot of the dream looking for the right clothes for swimming that were decently warm because i remembered its cold out. I left the Annex and went back to the main house. In the front yard at lot of people were playing some kind of sport, maybe whiffle ball. I got into the main house and everything looked as it should at first, but when i went into my room it did not look like my room but i didn't become lucid, even though i stared at a feature and questioned it but passed it off as normal. I was still looking for the right clothes but then i woke up. Thats twice in this dream i questioned something and passed it off as normal. Its more progress

#419 - DEILD - 5:25AM

WBTB @ 4AM 2TBS Coffee grounds, 3 TBSP Sugar, 1/4 cup milk

I feel pretty wide awake after drinking the coffee as if the caffeine takes effect right away. I have a hard time sleeping and the goddamned cats keep making noise in the other room. I spend the next hour or so in fitful dreamless sleep until toward the end. I have an upsetting dream where I am overly upset that my wife is keeping me awake and didn't set the alarm.

I wake up and notice that I am in vibrations already. I go ahead and do some phase cycles and when I get to the rolling one, I fall out of bed. I still feel some attachment to my waking body as is some kind of super stretchy tar is clinging to me. I hit the floor and let out a yell of delight. I don't recall the exact order of events during this initial phase, but I basically spend a lot of time enjoying the feeling of being a disembodied spirit floating around the bedroom doing various, random things. Everything is way too dark, but at one point I float to my closet, open the door and scream into hoping for something scary to be in there. Nothings shows up so I close the door and float back up. During most of this I am overly aware of the feeling of the silver cord holding me close to my physical body though I don't bother to visually confirm this — I really don't want to give it too much attention. I eventually make it out the front door in a blind rush, but feel a pull back to my body by means of the cord.

I do another quick DEILD and this time I am able to get up fairly easily. I think of the mirror TOTM and head to the bathroom. The dream starts to clarify and lighten up as I turn to look at my reflection. I look mostly like myself but I have my son's eyes and my hair is much longer. I spend a moment taking a long close look while chuckling to myself then dive right on in the mirror. There is some resistance, but I get in fairly easy. To my disappointment, I have entered the void. It's not that the dream has gone dark because I can hold my hands up and can see them just fine. I rush forward and grope around for something 'physical' in the void. My hands come across a strong feminine jawline. I feel the lips and kiss them as my hand works down to other parts. After a second I can clearly see this woman and she looks strangely familiar yet not familiar. I later realize she is a compilation of all my past lovers. I continue to make out with her/them, but I feel no real sexual stimulation and it all seems so wrong. However, I continue just for the purpose of stabilization. It's not long until something external wakes me up.

March 05, 2015

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I was with my parents, and we were talking about the Doctor. I was longing for him, and later got to meet up with him (he was apparently someone we knew?) after babysitting some kids, and he gave me a simple string necklace with an orb on the end. I thought it was just a silly trinket he would give to a child, so I was a little upset about it all. When my mom saw me wearing the necklace, she looked concerned and immediately tried to call him. They either told me, or I had a strong hunch that this necklace was something special after all, and that maybe he had strong feelings for me. This thought excited me, but my parents seemed to be treating it with caution and concern, like a baby tiger or something.

Then, they both told me about a dream people had been having. They said it might be connected with the Doctor somehow, so I decided to try to incubate the dream, whatever it ended up being. Like, they told me a sentence to think about, though I can't remember what it was. I ended up falling asleep in the chair I was sitting in with my parents.

In this dream within a dream, I was a worker or resident of some sort of working commune of sorts. We lived and worked in a long building of maybe five stories. But it was on a cliff face, so on that side, the ground floor was below the cliff wall. That whole side of the building, on all floors, was lined with a large wooden balcony looking out into the canyon. There was a sloped road into the canyon next to the building so I liked to watch cars go by.... except cars never seemed to actually go by. All of us in this commune were basically paid to live there and basically just do small odd-jobs all the time. Like, we'd get paid to move these large picnic table-type tables out to the balcony for dinner, or for indulging our hobbies. Some of us were trained doctors (I was one of them), and we would care for people when they got hurt or sick, though it didn't happen often.

On the other side of the building, in the center, there were a set of double-story glass doors leading into a prairie backyard with a terraced garden at the other end, and horse/sheep/cow stables above the garden terraces. It was so beautiful, but kinda utopian (as in impossible and slightly darker than it seemed). Like, on the surface it looked like a perfect little community... but there were whispers.

On the day this dream took place, we had moved the tables out to the balcony for lunch. It was a special day because it was the day a Canyon Horse spirit did a yearly run down the road into the canyon. But for some reason it started early. It had always been in the evening, when the sun sets, and the windows were always boarded up and fastened, and we fasted for the evening, or something. But this year, it was starting in the middle of our lunch. The sky darkened and men came in to shutter the balcony openings; but I just barely spotted the spirit streaking by through the closing shutters. It was a deeply spiritual moment, and afterwards, I was so excited, so I didn't notice the tension around me. Something was happening.

We found out why the doors and windows were always boarded up for this event; the horses in the stables out over the terraces were going mad. The stable men who had been tending them were being trampled or turned mad themselves. One horse was on its back, but still somehow galloping, as if it had legs coming out of its back; it was super creepy. They all, men and horses, started charging the building, trampling the gardens and prairie. People in the house panicked and tried to shutter the doors, but it wasn't working. So we started running. I was running along the building in the direction of the end of the canyon, because there was a town in that direction. I stopped at one of the side doors and looked down the country-lane-ish pathway it opened into, to see which way the horses and men would go. I thought they would all just go straight into the house to get people, but they fanned out and changed direction as soon as I could see them. It was now too late to change my mind, and I wished I hadn't waited, and had just run when I got to the door.

I ran through the streets until I reached a small neighborhood and started turning down streets to try to loose the mad people chasing me. I felt like they were after my flesh, wanting to tear my heart out or wear my brains as headdresses....

I came to a small house, but it had a divot of sorts in the layout, with a bush in it. I ducked into the divot, thinking I would be safe there and no one would be able to see me. But you could see me from the other direction, so it the men ran past and turned around, they would see me and I would be cornered... It was a risk, and I took it. Right when I settled there, a man, I assumed the owner of the house, came from the other direction and spotted me. I thought he was going to call out in alarm, but he must have seen the pleading in my eyes, because when he looked ahead of him and saw the madman who was still chasing me, and pretended he didn't see me as he walked to his front door. The madman passed, kept going, and then the new man beckoned me quickly to go inside, while he kept watch for the madman coming back.

I was so grateful I would have cried. but when I got inside, it was MY house. My parents were there, sitting where they had been sitting when I had fallen asleep. I had a moment of lucidity and realized they were themselves, not DCs of themselves. I sat down in the seat in which I had been sitting before, and stared at them, dumbfounded. "Well, that was trippy..." I said. They told me that people who dreamed after thinking that sentence they'd given me all had nearly the exact same dream. They asked me to describe my experience. They were a little surprised, because most people experienced the dream through a man's eyes, even if they were women IWL. I had been a woman, and when I thought about it, most of the people in the building had been women. My parents said this meant something, but I don't remember what that is, or if they even actually told me. I started to feel myself slowly slipping from sleep to wakefullness, but there was no breaking apart of the dream, because I was sitting exactly where my waking body had been. Nothing about my vision or consciousness changed, except that I slowly felt myself waking up.

(this was the weirdest FA I have ever had)

"Whoa," I said to my parents. I asked them if I had just been actually talking to them. I had; they had inserted themselves in my dream or something. It was all very weird, so I stood up and walked around, not really taking in the fact that my house was now a hybrid of my actual house and that building from the dream. There were a series of small moments; One in which one of my best high school friends was visiting, and we were standing on the top of a hill outside this new hybrid house, looking down a stairway path to the bottom. She threw her phone out over the hill, toward a beach at the bottom, and then ran after it giggling like an idiot. River Song came through some double doors at the side of the house (opening to a balcony eerily similar to the one from the dream) and I was suddenly a young girl, and ther ewere sort-of two of me. We ran up to River Song and hugged her, yelling, "MOMMY!!" I was me again, looking through a storehouse of sorts which had been lost to humanity for ages. We were looking at all the priceless objects inside it, and picking which ones to take home with us. I chose pieces that reminded me of figures my Oma has, because I wanted to have some like them. I forget what mom picked.

Then, I was me again, and sitting against a full-body mirror that stood in the middle-ish of a large room. I smiled, because suddenly I knew I was dreaming. I didn't even need to RC, I just knew it was a dream. I was in a very laid back lucid mood, so I took out my phone and looked at it when I touched the on button. There was a 3D-ish sphere on the top right corner, a moving metronome to the left of that, and some lines below them, which waves and wiggled. The DC sitting diagonal to me laughed and commented on my metronome thing, and I said, "Hey, this is MY dream. You're not allowed to see things you can't possibly see. That's MY job." I stood up, and went to find my parents.

I found where the large room connected to the hallway that was actually in my house, and walked to the end of it, looking at my hands to stabilize the dream and just for shiggles really; they were frozen in this spread out position even when I moved my fingers. Like they were glitching. I turned around and, expecting to find my actual living room when I went back, headed back. I did indeed find my real living room when I returned, and my parents were there. I took hold of the trim on the corner of the wall, and slowly floated myself upward so I was horizontal. I slowly floated up to rest on the ceiling; I was chilling on the ceiling as if I were underwater, and gravity was flipped. My parents just smiled up at me. I thought about attempting another ceiling portal, but remembered the Advanced ToTM about pushing yourself through a mirror as a portal. So I instantly turned off this weird gravity and landed on the ground, and went down the hall again, and turning around with the intention of finding that large room with the mirror again. I did find it when I returned, and sat against the mirror again. Everyone was gone from the room now, so I closed my eyes, imagined that I was going on a mystery journey, and just let myself sink into the mirror. I slowly phased through it as I fell backward, and I let myself tumble out into whatever new place I had discovered. A rainbow passed through me, and then it was crazy; I was in a strange cave-like place that wasn't actually a cave. Where ever I looked, my eyes were like lasers that sprouted flowers and rainbows and stars would shoot out and spread around the area. It was fairly dark but where I looked would illuminate to reveal a dark blue rock-face thing. I liked this so far. I found a small star chart on a podium, and investigated it. The first thing that caught my eye was a rubber chicken. WTF, I thought, and then found a telescope next to the podium. I wanted to get a look at this for myself, so I looked through the telescope, pointing it where the rubber chicken would be. I had been assuming it was a constellation made by weirder people than me, but when I spotted it in the viewfinder... it was ACTUALLY a huge rubber chicken in space. Like, I could tell it was light years away, but it was as big as a huge planet. I felt the dream fading, and let it go because I was happy with the results.

I was screwing around in an LD and had been remote controlling a groups frisbee with my mind. I know the DCs can't actually care, but it was funny to see them react when it acted crazy. I walked and came to a wooden shed. I saw someone had hidden all manner of 1980s electronics here. behind me suddenly was a fence and some sort of compound with plain wooden buildings. I knew this was supposed to be a border with some place like N. Korea, and these things were going to be smuggled over the fence. A couple guys came up and went to push me. I let them and just watched. One kind of shoved me and then the other one did. I did not react and the dream changed to something unrelated.

03/02/15 I had a long weird lucid in which I was experiencing my wedding day in a imaginary wedding involving me and a girl I went to school with. I did not attempt to influance much as I was very interested in seeing what my mind was up to. I did have a crush on this girl in school, but she was a devote Mormon and I am not Mormon. I was able to contemplate all sorts of things with my waking mind while being walked through all sorts of wedding day preperations. I wondered if maybe in this dream I had agreed to convert and why I would have done such thing. Before the wedding I was in the dressing room with her and she was changing. I was suprised as I assumed this girl would make a guy wait until after marrage to see her topless. I focused in on her breasts and was suprissed that t he dream was rendering them much larger than real life and kind of worn looking as if she had given birth a couple times. I thought about changing them to be more perfect and causing the DC to come close to me, but instead stayed out of the control seat and just finished watching the dream. There was no actual wedding scene.

March 01, 2015

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I was walking through a dark labyrinth of hallways... It reminded me of the hallways of a church I once went to a youth group sleepover thing I went to with one of my friends in Middle School... The place creeped me out a fair bit. There were a lot of ramps and short stairwells to get to the room I was looking for: The room in which my students were all doing their Language Arts rotations for the day. I got to the room, and had just met my MT or someone else who was going to work with the kids that day... but there was no one i the room. We panicked for a bit, but then realized they were just in the next room over. The room was connected by a door at the back, so we went into the other room. It was bright and cheerful and loud. We found the adult who was with them currently, and found out that the class cat (I WISH we could have class cats, but allergies...) had just had her kittens, but one of the kittens was very, very sick and was about to die. They didn't want the kids in the room when it happened, so they had moved the kids to another room. Then I helped my MT put things on the wall; they were masks, or faces or something. Actually a little creepy. I then had to pass out to each student a contraption of some sort that involved a magnifying glass. One of my students (who is notorious for loosing things left and right) lost most of his contraption.

Lie on my back, head on the edge of a couch. considerately uncomfortable but so damn tired i just didn't feel like moving an inch and fell asleep with the TV on low volume.

Not long after am dreaming of two friends standing near my kitchen talking to me bout something i did which they thought was dumb. i could have been playing a video game with a friend that i really wnted to play in HD on his game-station. Then they specifically mentioned LOTR the game. (which means little to me, however i did ask my friend for a favor and he sort of denied and i was like well fuck it, nevermind) this probably alludes to that or it is senseless

I realize that I must be dreaming by looking at my environment. This is not my room. Things start to shift. And I start thinking of things to do. (I was 100% convinced I was dreaming but I had in my mind that I wanted to do a check anyway. Just to increase vividity) I just coulden't think of something. Then one of my friends said (apparently he can read my mind) I will help you. And he did some motion as if he was pulling a bag on my body. I get sort of pissed.. Why would you do that. I don't trust anyone who is capable of having conversations with me in my dream at this point in time. So I distrust intentions and I make an escape move. Just had nothing specific in mind but the intention to escape. I saw a DNA strand in my well.. third eye vision that I use in normal life. Except it's different here, it could encompass the entire dream if I want to. IT feels as if this DNA is somehow the same feeling as my spine.

I see the dream scenes change from scene to scene and become less stable.. I open my eyes. I am suprised how long this unstableness is lasting and I still haven't woken. I feel like my eyes are open but somehow I am still dreaming .. This would be amazing if this was true. There is no way of knowing. I try to imagine a dream scene, maybe that helps but by this time I am truly awake.

This is what happens when you don't write your dreams after you wake up. ^w^"

-I was playing Zelda and went to a secret place in the forest area. There I met with someone but i forgot what we did.

I was at a glasses store looking for the right blue glasses. The lady who worked at the shop kept annoying me by suggesting the wrong color glasses.When i saw the perfect blue glasses i put them on happily than went home.

I became lucid and was running from these weird troll or gremlin like characters.I think i ran with my younger brother or someone else. The guy carried me to my downstairs bathroom and we closed the door. But the trolls or whatever they were went threw the corner of the door. We tried hitting them but they just kept coming in. I gave up on running from them because they weren't scary anyways.

. I heard a girl talking in front of my house door. For some reason i did not want her to come inside so when she came in i tried to attack her. It didn't go so well though because someone said that the world would be distorted if i destroyed her or something like that.After that I was in my parent's bedroom and noticed a blue ring on my middle finger. There was something important that was given to me too but i can not recall what it was.

-Forgotten fragment that I didn’t write down because it didn’t make enough concrete sense too. Really annoying when that happens.

-We’re at a woman’s house, standing in a room. I’m to her right. For some reason I know her secret - she’s a werewolf. She sneaks a look at me and mouths something, something that’s part of her secret. I think she’s telling me where something is, some keys or something. I wonder if it’s near a full moon, if it’s affecting her.

I’m in another room with the woman and another person and we’re looking through some kind of history or genealogy book. In the front, it has really thin pages width-wise and are made of different material, and normal length and paper after that. We’re flipping through it and are excited to see a couple of familiar names, but we turn to one that means something to the third person in the room. Romano Romaine.

There was another name before that that I recognized but I forgot it.

Jump.

I’m playing with a small toy house with a little girl. We end up taking it apart and I have to figure out how to put it back together by myself because she falls asleep. I’m bad at this stuff so I’m worried I’ll get in trouble.

Jump.

I’m in a room looking over at Spice on some kind of balcony room, he’s on the other side of a clear door and I talk to him.

Jump…

In yet another room, mom gets on the woman’s computer. The woman is standing in the room too but she’s not moving or look at us in particular.

Mom shows me a zip drive and asks me a question with her eyes. I know she’s asking whether or not to download something from the woman’s computer (her secret). I gave a real decisive answer by shaking my head both yes and no (lolol).

She puts the zip drive into the computer and a folder opens up full of other folders (about four rows). One is labeled ‘Sarah’. I guess that if the woman gets suspicious, mom can easily show that she’s just looking through her own stuff.

Mom, dad and Rane were watching something in the living room. I heard them talking about this surprisingly explicit sexual scene in it.

There was a show coming on at 1:45 that I wanted to see so I went in, but it took 20 minutes to come on. Meanwhile, Sailor Moon was on.

I looked in the refrigerator (while someone had it open?) and saw packs of meat and a wholeee lot of cheese. I said something about it and mom said yeah, now we can just… (something about convenience of eating it).

It was just me and Rane by then. The anime was a historical type with a lot of bishounen. The opening was playing (though I didn’t hear any music) and I was worrying about Rane’s reaction because it wasn’t really her thing.

But then there was this scene she found really funny where these guys were ‘fighting’ by having sex, and they were taking it so seriously. I said that I cracked up too the first time I saw it.

She told me not to tell anyone about it and I was like, “Why? No one’s going to care; heck mom saw the whole Jack/Ianto thing in Torchwood and didn’t care then, so I highly doubt she’d care after that.” I actually didn’t feel 100% certain of this because I wasn’t sure mom had seen all of it.

She was really surprised. “She did?” And she started talking about a het couple in a fic with some guy named George and a woman I can’t remember the name of (Iris or some such), even though I didn’t know any characters named that. I was thinking about how at least she wasn’t messing with the gay couple, although I was fine with other pairings that involved the characters (if it was slash).

I realize that this wasn’t the anime I had wanted to show her after all – I had wanted to show her Tiger & Bunny, and it was x10 better! Though I didn’t want her to think this wasn’t any good. She actually didn’t seem to dislike it so that was good.

Jump.

I’m looking at a post I made on LiveJournal. At the top was a bowl with gravy-covered popcorn in it, and I thought there was something weird about that when I realized what it was. At the bottom were about five lines of a knitting or crochet pattern with two or three marked off.

I also remember something about writing about the anime we were watching.

Jump?

Then was something about a webtoon I had started to read, and I was really enjoying it, but I couldn’t figure out what this shadowy-looking character was going to look like, every time I’d get a glimpse of him I’d waver on how I felt about him. The clearest view I had of his face was pretty scary, he had really pale - almost a powdery - face, with gray lines or something running along both cheeks. There was another guy character, kinda reminds me of Mase from Ability.

Inspirations:

Sex scene: I read a chapter of Kyou Kara Yonshimai! the other day that was a lot like it. I thought it was surprisingly explicit (though I shouldn’t have, really).

Sailor Moon: Saw some old Sailor Moon anime pictures on Tumblr yesterday.

Meat & cheese: Me looking in the meat drawer yesterday for something to eat, and mom opening the new cheese pack and me asking her about it, because there was still some of the old left. May also have something to do with her eating Ritz crackers with cheese on it yesterday.

Historical anime: Maybe it’s just déjà vu, but I feel like I was thinking about historical anime recently.

Torchwood: Maybe because of the random Torchwood wallpaper that popped up the other day? And I’m pretty sure mom has seen all the TV series of Torchwood, not sure about the Children of Earth and such. On the other hand, I don’t think Rane has ever seen Torchwood, she’s not really into that genre. I think that part was inspired by me wondering what she thought when she watched gay couples on Glee. Did she gloss over them, enjoy them, not care for them?

Tiger & Bunny: Maybe from thinking fairly recently about the new guy and wondering what part he plays? I still need to watch that movie.

LiveJournal: From thinking last night about how I don’t post there to my rec journal anymore. And maybe also from thinking about all the old fics on there and wondering if some are deleted now.

Gravy-popcorn: Ew. Inspired by wonder if there was any gravy left in the fridge and looking. I had some popcorn a few times this week, last time being yesterday.

Pattern: My mom knits and crochets and sometimes shows me things.

Webtoon: When I was lying in bed last night, I was thinking about how I rarely dream of media when I’m heavily into it. I’ve been reading the Ability webtoon for the past week constantly and it never made it into my dreams that I recall. So I guess at least -a- webtoon made it in?

Ritual: WTB 11:30pm, WBTB 5–5:45am. Took supplements (l-theanine, alpha-gpc, piracetam, bacopa), did about half an hour of relaxation/breathing/counting on my back. Toward the end had brief series of vivid hypnagogic images (close up of eagle's head, view of a forest) then snapped back to full wakefulness. Not worried, this always happens. Turned on my left side to fall asleep. Woke with dream at 6:30am, so I had probably been asleep for about fifteen minutes.

DILD, "Time Stop": I've just finished a multi-course meal at a nice restaurant and I'm standing a the bar afterward, where the proprietor is offering me a special drink. While she prepares it, I notice that I can barely stand, my legs are crumpling under me, and I stagger as I try to regain my balance, hoping no one will notice. I kneel at the bar, which is low enough to accommodate this, to disguise my inability to stand. This is so embarrassing... am I drunk? I think back and don't understand how that could be, since I've only had ordinary wine pairings with my meal. Then I realize the truth: ohhhh... that incredible heaviness in my legs, that's just because I'm falling asleep!

I'm relieved to understand what is going on, and also impressed that I can think so clearly about the fact that my real body is falling asleep in bed without disrupting the dream. I decide to go on with the narrative that is playing out because I really want to try this drink. The bartender sets an unusual glass in front of me. It is shaped like a particular wooden table made by Isamu Noguchi circa 1941, but with a semi-circular indentation on top for the drink. It is made of hollow light blue glass and the interior is full of crushed ice, to keep the drink cool. The whole thing is very small, like a sake cup, and the indentation looks like it holds less than an ounce of liquid.



I try the drink, which is a clear liquid, pleasantly bright and floral in taste, in flavor a bit like St. Germain but lighter-bodied and not so cloyingly sweet. I complement the bartender and ask what it is made of. "Catfish liqueur," she replies. I'm impressed! I wouldn't have guessed, as the taste was not the least bit fishy. Another girl asks how the drink is made, and narrates as the bartender shows her: "So you mix it with that blue stuff, then top with..." I look at the bottle she's indicating. It is a gallon-sized jug made of translucent plastic containing a clear liquid. It reminds me of those extra-large bottles of Heinz white vinegar, but the shape of the bottle is more like that typically used for laundry detergent. There is a graphic of naturalistic forest trees on the front of the bottle which makes it resemble the cover of a nature magazine. The brand name clearly reads: "Gesuckt." From the name I assume it is a foreign import, probably German, and wonder if I can buy it at any of my usual grocery stores.

My earlier thought about "fishiness" has now taken the form of a chunk of sardine or mackerel that I discover lodged between my gum and upper lip. I reason that it must have come from a dish I ate during the meal earlier. I prod it out with my tongue and finish chewing it. Meanwhile I'm walking away from the bar toward the restaurant area. There are a lot of people in the room, which reminds me—hey! I could try the TOTM again, see if I can do it properly this time.

"Freeze!" I say loudly, but people keep going about their business. I remember the difficulty I had with this last time, and it also reminds me that I'm supposed to be stopping time, so I switch wording. "Time stop!" I command. I say it a few times, still not getting much result, so I decide an explanation is needed, addressing the room in a loud voice so that everyone can hear. "I said 'time stop!' That means everybody stops moving. Time stop! Time stop, everybody!"

I look around and find that everyone has frozen in place. Okay, this is better, I seem to have gotten the point across. Now I'm supposed to put someone in an embarassing position. I didn't plan ahead for this, so I'm going to have to come up with an idea on the fly. My gaze falls on a stout old lady in the middle of the room. I walk over and unbutton her light blue jacket and white blouse. Inside, she's wearing a pink bra, and I'm relieved to see that it has a front closure, so I unhook it and reveal her breasts. I hope I'm not being too mean, but remind myself that it's just a dream so there will be no lasting harm.

Now I have to get everyone moving again. What's the opposite of "time stop"? I try some variants: "Uhhh... go. Start. Start moving." This works, but meanwhile I had taken my eyes off the old lady to check whether everyone else was back in motion, and when I look at her again, her clothes are already back in order and no one is reacting as if they had seen anything unusual. I chide myself for not paying closer attention. I'd better try again.

"Time stop! Time stop!" This time the DCs react much more promptly, like they're getting the hang of it. Okay, what should I do this time? I look around for ideas. Among a group of people in one corner are two meathead-looking guys. I go over and start posing them really close together, much closer than a couple of straight men would normally be comfortable with. As I move and angle their bodies, I notice that it doesn't feel so much like time has stopped as that they are just playing along while I reposition them, and there's some difficulty, maybe even slight resistance, as I lean their faces together as though they were about to kiss. Finally I get it just how I want, so that their lips are almost touching. Then I step back a few paces so that when I restart time, I'll have a clear view of both their reactions and the people around them.

This time I restart the scene with more confidence, like I'm getting the hang of this too. "Okay, renew!" I command, punctuating the signal by clapping the first two fingers of my right hand into the palm of my left. It feels like being a movie director.

I watch closely as people start moving again. I was hoping the two guys would either react with comic embarrassment or, even better, be overcome by a latent attraction and really start kissing. Instead, they simply draw away from one another without any expression or commentary, and no one around them takes any visible notice. I'm disappointed with the blasé behavior of all these DCs, but I have to admit it makes sense: they're projections of my own mind, after all, and I'm fairly blasé myself most of the time.

Observing a dog walking through the room, I momentarily wonder if I should try again, but the lackluster reactions of the DCs has sapped my motivation, and I feel that I have adequately performed the TOTM. I wonder if I should wake up and write... but the dream seems stable, and I'm reluctant to end it earlier than I have to. However, I'm aware how easy it is to start forgetting the details if I don't record them promptly, so I do the next best thing and start verbally recounting my memories of the scene, to help fix them in mind for later. As I'm doing this I end up waking anyway.

Interlude: From 6:30 to 7:15am I record my notes and then return to bed, going to sleep with no further techniques. I wake up at 8:30am from another DILD.

DILD, "Sphere": The plot has been going on for a while but I don't remember much detail from before I become lucid. I'm sitting on the toilet in the bathroom of a house that belongs to a male friend I've been hanging out with for most of the dream [!WL]. I feel guilty when I notice that I've almost used up all his toilet paper. I tell myself that I should really stop giving into the urge to use the bathroom when I'm dreaming. This isn't waking life, where it actually makes sense to go if you feel like you have to. In a dream it's completely pointless, a waste of time, and kind of gross. If I'm doing this, it's because I'm too caught up in the idea of a physical body. I'm reminded of something Sageous wrote in the forum, how he doesn't really have a body in dreams anymore. I should work on getting less attached to mine.



I get up and go over to the bathroom sink, studying my reflection in the mirror. It's actually a close resemblance, as far as I can tell through the mask that covers most of my features. The mask is reminiscent of the one worn by Michio Ito in his 1915 "Fox Dance," though mine lacks the long snout and doesn't cover my mouth. Also my eyes are clearly visible through the sockets. The fact that I am wearing a mask does not strike me as odd, and instead I ponder what to do about my body. I don't think I can eliminate the idea of it all at once, so it might be best to proceed in stages. What's the most radical distortion I can think of? I know! I'll become a sphere.

I keep watching my reflection as my face starts swelling and widening. It looks disturbing at first, like obesity or an illness, and I have to focus on making my whole body expand, not just my face. Not only can I witness this happening in the mirror, I can actually feel it. As I become rounder and rounder, I remind myself that there is no reason a sphere should only see out of two frontally positioned eyes. I should try to expand my concept of vision to include the area behind me. This only partly works: I'm now getting visual feed from what seems like the opposite side of my sphere, and can perceive the rim of the tub and a bit of the floor and shower curtain, all very close up. However in the process I lose my frontal vision, and as I try to experience both visual fields at once I become disoriented and start rotating in place, which makes sense given that I'm a sphere with nothing to stand on anymore. The disorientation gets so bad that I'm afraid it might disrupt the dream, so I let my body snap back to its familiar structure, satisfied that I had a reasonable success for my first try.

I look back in the mirror to check my appearance again. My reflection looks like it did before, and I'm still convinced that it is just like waking life—although in retrospect I realize that my dream-self had a brunette bob rather than the shoulder-length brown hair of WL. I'm still wearing the mask and want to look at the face underneath, so I take it off. There are more layers of mask under the first, and I peel them off one by one, until I'm finally just wearing glasses, and take those off too. Finally my face is uncovered, and I am satisfied that it is a good likeness. I notice an unusual vividness to my eyes, which are sparkling and happy, and I am pleased with my appearance.

Stepping outside, I realize that I'm still carrying my glasses. Should I just throw them away? I feel a natural reluctance, but remind myself that it's a dream, it doesn't matter. Then I reason that I might want to use them later: this could be a good trick to improve focus if the dream gets hazy. Sure, I could always manifest a fresh pair, but that will be easier if I condition my expectations by saving these now. So I slip the glasses into my jacket pocket.

What should I do now? I'm in a great mood and have no particular task in mind, so I decide to explore the dream world. Perched alone on a grassy hillside I see a strange building, very gaudy, with red roofs under a gold dome: it looks like a cross between an old McDonald's and a sultan's palace. I realize it is a restaurant of some kind and head over there.

I'm still feeling unusually happy and excited as I walk in, so I pump my fist and go "Woo!" My enthusiasm has been making the people around me more friendly, I notice, and remind myself that I should try to be more like this in WL. The restaurant is small inside, like a cafe, with a several tables and a counter where I go up to order. Despite the counter it is not a fast food restaurant: the menu consists of about six innovative dishes printed on a small square of white paper.

"What's the tastiest thing on the menu?" I ask, then realize I have a craving for spicy food and ask, "I mean the tastiest spicy dish."

"The D-4," replies the server. I check the menu and the description lists this as a big steak dish, which sounds too heavy and will take forever to prepare, so I look at the appetizers instead. There are only three listed, but two of them sound like they consist of just three pieces of fish, served nigiri sushi style. The fish that interests me looks like langoustine, but with the soft, ribbed texture of monkfish. The server tries to warn me that it's a very small dish, but I say, "I know. It looks like someone has already left one here," pointing to the piece sitting on the menu.

I put in my order and take a place at a small table, then get up to think this over. Can I really commit valuable dream time to sitting down for a whole meal, even a small one? Shouldn't I be doing something more productive? Maybe I should just leave. But I consider that the experience might be interesting, and I can even try to combine it with a task—the circumstances are ideal to work on summoning, something I've always struggled with.

I walk back over and tell the server, "Actually, I'm here to meet somebody." I pull out my phone, wondering who to call among the characters I've tried (unsuccessfully) to summon over the years. But then I notice that someone is already sitting at my table, so I go over to see who it is. I've never seen this guy before: he looks like he's in his twenties, with straight, mousy-brown hair and thin, very pointed features.

"Hi, are you here to meet me?" He nods.

Okay, I think, rolling with the circumstances, this could work. I'll meet someone new, like a blind date. "What's your name?" I inquire.

"I'm Denny, a crass ass." He looks bashfully down at the table.

This odd term rings a bell. Didn't I, much earlier in the dream, long before I got lucid, meet a guy named Paul who used the exact same term for himself? What an oddity; I don't think I've ever heard that term in life. What could it mean?

"Did you say, 'a crass ass'?" I ask, enunciating clearly. The young man nods.

"Why would you call yourself that?" I am genuinely mystified.

"It's what my friends call me."

Unfortunately I woke up before I could find out anything more!

It was bright, cold morning. The sky was covered by a few clouds. With my older sister we drove to school, where my practical lessons teacher told me to take a bus ticket, and drive to work. I was wearing my forester uniform. I took the bus, and drove to the nearest big city. From the bus stop I went to a square through the alleys, looking at the ages old cobblestone pavement, buildings covered by vines and gambrel rooftops.

When I finally arrived at the square, I saw a small restaurant building, a rusty street lamp, and some houses. I went to the restaurant, where my aunt was working. She told me to go the kitchen, and use some kind of a machine. This machine was a chopper, and from looking at it I saw that it could be easily used to shred someone to pieces. It was covered with green painting, and looked like new. I turned it on, but haven't used it. After some time my aunt come, and told me to help with the dirty dishes. I went there, and suddenly she told me to put some bread to haversack. I did it, and then helped her with washing the dishes. Then I took a bus back home. In the middle of the road the bus has broken and I had to go home on foot.

I have finally arrived at home. I was tired, in dirty forester uniform. I entered my home, and then everyone jumped out from behind furniture. They screamed Surprise! I didn't knew what to do, but I was kinda happy at the same time. Then a girl that's my friend came and hugged me. Other persons also hugged me, but I just wanted all the hugging to end. Then we hugged with the friend again. I went to another room. We were partying all the night, dancing and drinking. A few times I went to the toilet. In the end I have talked with that girl, but I can't recall what we were talking about.

Non lucid
*About to go on a date with a random dream character I realize that I already have a girlfriend and don't want to do so.I didn't immediately take out my phone as I'm driving down a main highway and try to call my girlfriend.when I attempt to call my girlfriend I reached the huge supermarket Whole Foods and they tell me I have the wrong number.the lady over the phone told me to dial a 1.I hung up the phone and tried to call my girlfriend a couple different ways but could not reach her.I thought that if I don't reach her I will just drive to her house and reconnect with her that way.as I'm going through my phone attempting to find her number I notice that there are pictures of us at a high school dancing in front of a huge crowd.also a random scene of a girl I used to date from Brazil appears.then out of nowhere I was trying to find my girlfriends number someone told me to meet my uncle Bob who in the dream was a Mexican but I am not Mexican.my uncle in the dream was a tall Mexican dude in Chevy and he told me that he's proud of me and I'm doing well.it was a very quick greeting and then he was on his way.