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I entered this dream lucid after being consciously aware between dreams. The scene resembled Venice with the waterways running between towering ‘old fashion’ buildings. My dream guide John was sitting across from me on a pontoon boat as we enjoyed sipping on a couple of ‘cold ones’. The boat was moored to walkway alongside a tall building. Suddenly a tsunami wave came racing down between the buildings.

The wall of water was only 4 or 5 feet high, so we were safe, except now the water was rising higher and higher, and current was insane. People scrambled into the buildings as the water rose, and were running for their lives! I continued to sit in the pontoon boat sipping on my drink watching the drama unfold. Our pontoon boat was now risen up to the 3rd storey balcony, and other boats were smashing into us. Dream guide John then stood up, approached me, and said, “Tie up the boat to the balcony! Quickly!” I thought, seriously, I’m enjoying all this excitement, while sipping on this drink, but okay, I’ll do it, so I said, “Sure.” I put down my drink carefully, so as not to spill it, and then I jumped off the boat and onto the 3rd storey balcony with the rope. The patio doors were open, so I decided to look around inside. It was a typical apartment, nobody was in there, and I looked around for something to tie this rope to. There was a stationary bike beside the doors, so I tied it to the bike frame. I went back outside and jumped on the boat beside dream guide John. I was starting to get into this dream!

I looked at dream guide John and said, “This is very exciting! I really like this dream. This past weekend, in the waking world, I was laying vinyl flooring in my bathroom and I buggered up my neck, and it’s really sore. I’m having a hard time sleeping. While dreaming my neck doesn’t hurt, so I would like to stay here for a little while longer please!” John smiled and put his arm on my shoulder and said, “Yes, I know. You’re welcome!” Boats were piling up everywhere because of the tsunami. He then pointed towards the front of the pontoon boat and said, “Go that way, and jump onto the boat in front of us.”, so off I went.

I did as he instructed, entered the boat’s cabin, and found myself walking a down a log hallway inside a building. I thought to myself, “This dream certainly isn’t following the realities of the waking world very well.” At the end of the hallway I found an old Irish style pub! Okay, this was good! Dream guide John then brought me a huge mug of beer, and I took a big drink. It was delicious! Then, to my surprise, my dear Aunt Patsy (who passed in the 90’s) walked in the doorway. She walked past me and sat at a table. I walked up to her and said, “I recognize you!” She then transformed into somebody else and smiled at me. I asked her name, and she said, “Kim.” Next, I asked where she’s from, and she replied, “Winnipeg.” I thought to myself, you’re not Kim, and you’re not from Winnipeg, you’re my Aunt from Ontario. I then thought I’d be tricky and ask her last name, but she said she couldn’t remember. I asked why she can’t remember, and she casually replied, “Because I’m dreaming, and I can’t remember who I am when I’m dreaming.” She was giggling at this point, and I told her, “I’m lucid right now, and I remember everything about myself! How can you not even remember your name?” Are you lucid? Who are you really?” By this point I was being surrounded by about 10 dream figures who were all intently listening to our conversation. Dream guide John then pushed through the crowd and grabbed onto my wrist and dragged me across the pub into the lounge area.

John placed both of hands on my shoulders. Looked me straight in the eyes, and said, “You can’t go asking people their identification while lucid or we’re going to take away your lucid abilities!” He was looking real angry and his skin turned all red with yellowish polka dots. He then shouted, “Don’t do that anymore!” I said, “Okay, but please explain why I can’t?” He then yelled, “Because you will be given a kayler!” I said, “What’s a kayler?” He then said, “You know, a kayler!” He then demonstrated holding something in his hand, and he was poking it forward, like as if he was probing for something. I started to feel upset, so dream faded and all went black, and then I woke up. I definitely don’t want anybody giving me a kayler, no way! Keep that kayler thing away from me John!

I am playing for the state championship with my team football team and we are down with a few minutes left in the game. We are playing the game on a mountain covered in snow. With only a few minutes left, I intercept the ball and run it back for a touchdown to win the game diving into the show at the end. I then remember seeing Adam Englebert also catch a touchdown pass and getting jealous. After we win the game I get into a limo with Logan Ott and we drive around.

A really vivid and graphic sex dream. I'm gonna skip this one.


I was buying a candy bar and some juice at a convince store in an airport.


A city had come under attack by extra-terrestrials. This was in the distant future, and they used some kind of gravity wave weapon that would slowly lift every building in the city into the sky then drop them, destroying them. Also, the wave lifted the buildings in fast pulses, often crushing the bottom most few floors.

I somehow found myself in a pet store. I was on I think the fifth floor of the building, so the pulses were pretty bad but the floor was staying together. One of the first pulses destroyed the fish tank though, and the water spilled out onto the floor.

The fast lifting pulses were spaced by ten or fifteen seconds giving me enough time to make my way across the store to where the other animals were. There were not many. There was a very fat full grown cat, a small golden retriever puppy, some kind of mole or stoat creature, and a mouse/gerbil.

I put all of the cages on the floor around me. There was a grey and white kitten, no more than a few weeks old without a cage. I picked him/her up in my arms. He/She was purring.

The dream became very emotional as I realized that I was going to die alone with these animals when the gravity wave dropped us. All of the other people in the building were killed because they were on the lower floors. The owner of the store had been killed by a falling shelf when the first pulse hit.

The pulses started getting harder and with less time in between. The windows began to crack and the supports were about to give out. I could tell that the building was over a mile up at this point, when the pulses stopped, the fall was not going to be survivable.

The pulses just stopped. I thought that I had gone into free fall. I made my way over to the window. It was nighttime out now, weird because it was daytime when the gravity wave started just a few minutes ago. I looked down and saw that the bottom four floors of the building were almost completely gone, and that I was in a meadow on top of a hill.

I looked around and there were no signs of human civilization or the aliens. I began to feel very confused about what had happened. I found another building that had been moved by the wave, with about a half dozen survivors in it. None of them were injured. I asked if they would give me a hand with the animals.


Continuing on the theme of animals, I somehow found out about this group of criminals that partook in illegal dog fights. They preformed some kind of scam where they would act like they were a cheap alternative to a vet, then take your dog into the back room and not give it back. Then re-train it to fight in the ring against other dogs.

I saw this unfolding with a young woman who approached with a medium sized white dog (I couldn't tell what breed.) Approached them. (In the back of a warehouse, come on lady, what vet holds their services in the back of a warehouse?!)

She tried to run when she realized that something was up. The thugs started to chase after her, but she ran though the back alley where they kept all of the dogs. This place was disgusting. There were dogs in cages everywhere, and they all looked starved and un-cared for. Many of them had scars or missing ears. There were a couple of corpses (both human and canine) in the alleyway and a huge pile of dog feces nobody bothered to clean up.

I somehow wound up running alongside the lady. I went to jump over a pile of dog feces when I floated several feet into the air. I realized that I was dreaming and caught myself on my flying jets.

And you had better believe that I am gonna get these crooks. I looked down at the (roughly 100) cages in the alleyway. I raised both hands and broke all the locks. All of the dogs jumped out and into the alley. They looked at me as if they were expecting me to do something. Some were barking and whining.

I held my hands up, blocking the group of dogs from view.

"I want you to go in peace. I want you to go back to your owners or back to where you think you belong in the world, and I wish you all health and happiness." The barking stopped. I lowered my hands and everyone was gone.

One of the criminals came around the corner with an handgun and started firing on me. I swooped in low, dodging his bullets, then spun around and kicked him into a pile of wooden palates. I was now in the back area of the warehouse. The other criminals could see me now, and strangely, their leader seemed to be a large white cat.

(Oh no, don't tell me this is a play on the whole cats verses dogs thing.)

Some of the goons charged me with pistols and AKs. I went back up and flew a half-circle around the camp, it consisted of a couple tents and some cars. I simply swiped most of the bad guys away, hoping I sent them somewhere unpleasant like an active volcano or the vacuum of space.

I swooped down low and destroyed their tents. I pulled back up and saw that there were a few guys still firing on me. I spun around in the air dodging them. (Don't know why though. I've tanked bullets while lucid before.) I looped up and landed right in front of the guy. He emptied the clip of his assault rifle at point blank.

I looked up at him. He was a big bald guy with round grey eyes. He looked half-asian. He dropped his weapon, terrified.

"You don't deserve to live!"

He faintly sputtered and dropped dead.

I looked to the cat. He was a large white Persian cat. I read him and saw that he was known for winning cat shows. I cursed him, telling him he would never win anything but last place in a cat show, then swiped him off to his owner.

At one point, I killed some guys by manifesting several handguns that were suspended in mid air and firing all of them simultaneously.

I looked to the last man. He didn't look as criminal as the others. He had freckles and orange curly hair. He was small and scrawny, and wore a ridiculous plad jacket. I could sense the DC's energy. He was by no means evil. I sat down next to him on the steps. He told me a short story about how how his brother got him into the group, and he always thought that they were crazy-abusive. He then said that it would be best if he left and looked for a way to amend his dark deeds as a part of the group.

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I somehow wound up at Marcus' house. They were hosting some kind of celebration for my heroics. Manei was there and the two of them wanted to give me this really big present, but another DC who was there told me that I should wake up and not get the present. He/She gave me the dream ending feeling. I really wanted to hang on, but nothing happened.

Well screw you too, random DC.

Without explanation my husband stepped out of the car in mid traffic without putting the car on park or putting a break on, and the car just kept going. I was sitting in the back seat behind the driver's seat for some reason. I could reach the stearing wheel but not the pedals. So I steered the car through heavy traffic without the ability to break. I avoided cars barely, and had to go onto the sidewalk to not hit a car. Then my husband caught up with the car by foot, and the car was finally standing, and he said something like "I must have not put the hand break on. Sorry my mistake."

When I woke up I also remembered a fragment or two but I was tired and did not immediately record it, and lost those memory fragments.

Morning of January 21, 2015. Wednesday.



I seem to be in La Crosse, but over time, I get a vague idea that I am not where I should be. However, I am not fully lucid at any point even though I regard my environment as if being in a dream. This is a fairly common state since early childhood but it is not of a fully conscious awareness as in vivid lucid dreams or scripted dreams. Another male is following me but is being more of a nuisance than being directly threatening in any way. Still, I decide that something needs to be done. In the back of my mind I seem to understand that I should physically jump out of my dream and try to find a different one. I eventually reach an area that is mostly like a cliff. I get the idea that the other male may just be coincidentally following me due to having some of the same interests, including jumping out of his dream. Still, I want to be on my own. The Dionne Warwick song “Do You Know the Way to San Jose?” keeps playing in the background in this and a couple other dream sections (likely due to having heard it on “Helix”, which my wife and I had watched five episodes of on DVD just before - though I also played it on keyboard when younger).

The area I end up near is like an ocean of fog below me and reaching up to near where I am standing on the cliff. I sense that I am very high up. A version of the Golden Gate Bridge can be seen even though I am likely in Wisconsin near the Black River (for some reason, the Golden Gate bridge has replaced other actual bridges in a particular area in dreams). I also get the impression that it may be a newly bilocated version of the “eternity bridge” (a recurring dream feature since early childhood). I do not recall the bridge being rendered in Wisconsin before. It is normally bilocated from an unknown jungle and rendered over the shed in Cubitis, west to east, though the directional orientation seems the same here. It also seems I may be in a particular location on French Island (Wisconsin), but much higher on a fictional mountain or greatly elevated area. I decide to jump into the thick light-colored mist.



When I leap forward, my body takes the exact form and feeling as if doing a parachute jump, face down, and remains as such for seemingly a few minutes. I do not see anything in the fog as I move downward through it. I feel very good as well as safe. After a time, I take control and am able to fly precisely under my will at a particular held altitude. However, I sense that the other male is still behind me (though by a fair distance such as a full city block at least), perhaps with the intent to ask me a question or set of questions. I do not feel like giving anyone advice or anything so I fly “under” a “dream barrier” of some kind hoping that he goes elsewhere from there. I am not yet sure of his identity. He may be Don K who had appeared in another recent dream.

The “barrier” is a very old larger apartment building that is floating in the air within the fog with the bottom floors missing (recurring concept). I go much lower and then fly under it and through the empty area where the lower floors would otherwise be. The fact that I am flying under a large floating partial building does not trigger higher lucidity, but I do contemplate its nature with false logic. I get the idea that I am then entering another dream region once leaving the proximity of the building and the male following me will now end up elsewhere, far away from where I am going.

My dream shifts into a present family setting. I am aware of the large number of books we have in the house, likely far more than anyone else in the region. I decide that maybe we should give a few away to make some extra room. I find myself looking at an older Donald Duck story (with Huey, Dewey, and Louie) in a book somewhat like a Little Golden Book but a bit larger. I actually end up reading the entire book and contemplate if it should go into the giveaway pile. It is not that coherent. There is a part where ants ruin a picnic and another part where a heron-like bird has the power of invisibility within an arched window and plays tricks on passersby.

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>I was in the basement of a building with a blond Caucasian girl who looked to be 13-15 years old. We were both near a battery, she got sprayed with acid on her right hand and maybe on another part of her body then I quickly started to move her toward a sink while she didn't move on her own accord. With the water on, her hands went into the water (Either I put them in or she did) and I saw some blue on her right hand. Then, she dissolved before I realized what happened.

This is perfectly in line with a conversation I had with someone on Youtube; she was literally saying "Let's pray for someone to burn in hell" and I was attempting to correct her, it didn't look as if she accepted it. The battery acid represents Vitriol; This word means acid, and it also means harsh criticism. So, I think she was harshly criticized. She did say she was part of a "Lutheren Whanau" (what is that? I know what "Lutheran" means to some extent though.) Also note that I wasn't sprayed.

>Later, I was driving in a red 1970s Station Wagon with someone else in the front passenger seat and was looking at some people nearby at what I think was a picnic table. They were conversing about something which I believe I didn't want to conform to and I said something to them, then we drove off in the night.

In this dream I was standing in a 2nd storey bedroom watching teenagers mingling outside. It was nighttime, but the area was lit up by exterior lighting from the building. My vision was crystal clear, and it seemed too surreal not to be a dream, so I became lucid. No reality check needed. I slid open the window and shouted out to the kids, “Hey, can I join you guys?” One of the teenagers said, “Sure.” I popped out the window screen, and then asked the kids if it was safe for me to jump (of course it was). Another kid replied, “I don’t know?” They were all looking up at me with interest. In an effort to try something new while lucid, I decided to crawl down the side of the building like Spiderman. Instead of going straight down, I went at about a 45 degree angle; head first, down the brick wall towards the ground, crawling like a spider. To my surprise, when I reached the ground, all the teenagers were gone. A woman dressed in blue then looked out the second storey window at me, and when I looked back at her, she quickly moved away. I then woke up.

Hellblazer, I/Constantine had been working with this teenage girl in the previous scene; now she's gone alone to a hospital to see her kid brother. He's in a ward with a lot of beds, and he's kneeling up on the end of his bed to talk to her. He's saying, "Is it possible that Grace is only after Constantine?" Grace is a surname - the Grace in question is a middle-aged man. And when the kid says Constantine, 'uncle' is implied. "Because he's not exactly a... us anymore." 'Us' meaning a person, a human being. I'd made one deal too many. Which has made it possible for me to be summoned up and controlled, used as a tool - that's what they suspect Grace is after.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

After an unsuccessful night looking for blood, I have to rely on Elsa, a sort of servant. Last resort. We use transfusion tubes to draw out the blood, to avoid any unwanted side effects on her, and I alter her mind to make it pleasant for her. I compliment her on the quality, she's changed her diet since the last time we had to do this. I'm speaking German-accented English.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm climbing up a stairwell, climbing up through years. As I pass the platform that will lead to the 1990s, getting close to home, I hear voices up ahead. I come across a man and a woman leaning against the wall; the woman's saying, "No, it's 203. They changed the calendar - finally. I was starting to lose track."

Further up, another group having a conversation, talking about the cracks in the walls. A woman's saying, "They're glitching so bad a man could get in."

I reach my door, present day. But just beside my door, the cracks in the walls are so severe that they've formed a sort of second door - I think I could walk right through. The black sort of skittering motion that appears in all the cracks is more visible here. But the scene just before I entered the stairwell had involved accidentally intruding in a place where I shouldn't be, disrespectfully, and trying to make up for that. I decide against stepping through the cracks. I take the door to the present day.

I step out into what's meant to be an apartment where I live, distorted in a sort of cartoonish representation of hallucination, like you might see in an old music video; it seems to be underwater. Then my field of vision pulls back - now I'm looking at a screen containing an image of this room. It's labeled as a game preview. I'm aware that if I'd stepped through the cracks, the scene still wouldn't have lasted for much longer, since this is only a preview - but that's where the real storyline would begin.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I've taken my clockwork heart out of my chest to work on it. I have a mental association with the Snow Queen. I'm in my workshop, full of various clockwork devices, and I'm carrying on a conversation with my apprentice. The image changes to show the subject of our conversation - a bird whose flight over the desert is taking it over a pair of dark horses at the moment. I'm saying, "It doesn't matter if the bird is clockwork or flesh and blood." Either way, it'll fly the same repetitive pattern every year.

Boy In Bag

My brother showed me into a big room filled with books and magic items around. The place felt like a bad place to be in so I told my brother that we should leave. But just as I was about to leave I noticed there were lots of items in the living room and the front of the house.As if there was a garage sale.My brother went outside than came running back to me saying that our neighbors killed a boy and left him in a garbage bag in the front." Wait. Calm down. Show me proof that there really is a dead person in that bag." I said to him. We were thinking of when would be a good time to check the bag but than the scene changed. I was in a garden now and my brother grabbed pieces of chicken from a bag and put it in my mouth. It sort of felt like we were hypnotized and acting crazy. I than heard a voice describing how the white and green anime bushes in the garden are planted next to each other to create another type of rare bush.

The feet

I was inside a school with my mom and older brother. My brother said he wanted to take pills for his head ache but I felt like he was about to take too much. The next thing I recall is going to a room where I found viking people I think. I was drawing a anime girl character for them but felt like I kept messing up the arm.When I tried leaving the room I appeared on my bed doing a WILD.

When i felt like i was inside the dream fully I started thinking of Dawn and how I want to ban him from entering my dreams. But than I changed my mind and just tried to get him inside the dream. As I was focusing though it felt like I was falling out of myself. I was thinking about how this was going to turn out to be like those OBE dreams and decided to just let it happen. But this time I would let a DC pull me and take me somewhere like in Tihiti's dream. I wanted it to be Dawn but I started thinking about how scary it would be if this dream turned out to be like the old dream I had where i wanted to see Eye but found a creepy invisible DC that reminded me about Germany and a fiction holocaust book I read. I decided to just let it be. If the DC was interested in Germany so be it.

I than felt myself being pulled and fell on the floor. The DC dragged me as I pretended to be asleep, opened my door and dropped me in front of my door.I moved so that i was on my knees and looked up a bit.At the corner of my eyes ,not looking straight at the DC,I could see a black like cloth flowing above me. Afraid I looked down and saw the feet of a light skin woman with white painted toe nails, wearing a black long skirt decorated with light blue designs. I think my mom has a skirt like the one in my dream but I can't recall. I was too afraid to look at her face so I said hello facing the ground. She said nothing though. I started regretting thinking of the Holocaust and thought what if her face was ugly,torn and bleeding or what if i made a bad connection with a evil holocaust spirit because i was too focused on it.(Fear logic lol)I than started to see blood dripping on the floor."OK. This dream is over" I thought. I than reappeared on my bed and couldn't move. After trying to think of waking up and trying to move I woke up.

Real struggle last few days, one decent one last night (non lucid)

In my house, my wee boy pointed to the wall beside his room and said 'Theres a scary man in there --- again' I didn't like that so I went outside . My garden was now a huge stretch of grass which connected with a park IRL. There were tiny stunted wee trees and the grass was needing cut. I went back inside to a kitchen that was far too nice to be my kitchen. My mum was there and her pal and also a grumpy looking woman I didn't recognise. She had a fishing rod and was gently swinging a lure suspended online. M Mum said 'See you've got it! - are you ready to go?' The woman said yes in a tone which implied that she couldn't be arsed. I moved to the sink. I told my mu I was away to watch a Hammer horror. She said something sarcastic, and I said I liked them. My long dead IRL dog then appeared and I gave him a nice big clap. That was a nice way to end the dream .

WTB 3am, woke just before 7:30am. Although I had set no alarm, it must have been intention that woke me, since I needed to take my car to the mechanic this morning, and 7:30 is when they open. So I drove in, did some grocery shopping across the street, and then walked back home since it's not too far. Returned to bed around 9am and focused intention to get lucid since I'd had such a good WBTB.

I was at a party in some guy's house. (The "party" theme must be WLR because last night I did the party scene in ME3, though none of the details were similar.) I was younger, maybe even a teenager—I think so, since the guy hosting the party was living with his parents—and wasn't really "me" in terms of identity. I was lounging on the floor with some other kids. A guy next to me joked with someone else about me taking my clothes off, and I reprimanded him sharply.

Vague scene change; it was the next day, and everyone else was gone, but I was still in the house—only now I didn't have my clothes. Obviously I needed to get them before I could leave, but this was complicated by the fact that the host's mother had come home, together with her young baby. I was sneaking around, hoping not to get caught, because I was afraid of how she would react if she found a nude girl in the house. I didn't recall doing anything inappropriate but she would naturally assume the worst.

I managed to sneak into the bathroom and thought that from there I could maybe call her from the door and make up some story about how I had taken a shower and now needed my clothes—though I worried that it might be hard to explain how my clothes had ended up in another room, and it didn't help that I wasn't exactly sure where they were. But my anxieties about this were resolved when I looked down and noticed that I was fully dressed after all. (Thanks, dream!)

Now my only challenge was sneaking out of the house. But the dream was even more obliging in that regard. The mother caught sight of me as soon as I entered the next room, and I was afraid that she would respond with horror and alarm at discovering a stranger in the house. Instead, she just called me over in a friendly way as though we were already well-acquainted and she expected me to be there. We went into her large walk-in closet, where she wanted my opinion on some clothes as she changed. She put on a lower garment that was made of two separately patterned pieces of cloth, one for each leg, that fit very loosely like Thai fisherman pants. Attached to the upper part was a horizontal band of cloth, at least six inches wide and several feet long, in a third contrasting color and pattern, that she could wrap around her waist to secure the garment. The cloth and patterns were lovely and I complemented it; she said that she had made it herself. Next, while she was putting on a top, I noticed how beautifully flat her stomach was in profile and complimented her on that as well. She laughed and said modestly that it had just looked that way because she had been holding her arms over her head.

After that she and her husband went out to an indoor mall and I tagged along. As I glanced around at the various shops, I reminded myself that since we were dreaming I should make sure to attempt one of the tasks, since it had apparently slipped my mind until that point. This made me wonder when I had first realized I was dreaming. I thought back and couldn't figure it out. In retrospect, I don't think I really was cognizant of the dream until that point, but at the time it felt much more ambiguous, like it had been a latent awareness all along. (I get this a lot—I think there is often a latent awareness of dreaming on some level, in which case lucidity requires becoming aware of the awareness!) That might explain why earlier the dream had soothed my anxieties rather than exploiting them, even though I hadn't been aware of directly controlling it.

I figured that since it was the New Year's holiday in the dream, it would be a great time to try the fireworks TOTM again, since there were bound to be fireworks tonight anyway. Again, it's hard to say if I had really "known" all along that it was the holiday, or if I had only just "realized" this when it was convenient to my goals. I was lucid enough to know that in WL it was much later in the month, but remembered it was still January at least... so close enough.

I walked back to the front doors of the mall, which were transparent glass, and looked out over the landscape. I didn't see any fireworks yet—it was dark out but it seemed like it was too early in the evening—and I hoped my intention could make some appear. I scanned the horizon but nothing manifested. I decided maybe it would be easier to spark them directly from my hand, so I turned around and started walking through the mall again, willing some kind of visual display to manifest from my palm. This should be easy, since in the past I've practiced summoning all the basic elements, and fireworks just seemed like a variation of this. But again, nothing happened.

I tried to figure out what the problem was, and wondered if maybe I was too distracted with the music. Here's another case where I can't say for sure when I started singing. Often I deliberately use music in dreams as a way to channel focus into particular tasks, a method that has worked very well in the past, but right now I felt like I was singing for sheer pleasure, and the music was of unearthly beauty. Now that I noticed it, I put aside my other goals for the moment to pay attention to what I was singing. I was using my voice, but there were no real words, just abstract vocalizations emerging spontaneously in a lovely, lilting melody. The most distinctive thing about it was that I was singing in harmony with myself, as though I had several different interweaving voices, at least three, maybe more. I've sung like this before in dreams and once again had to wonder: what does it mean? When the music manifests like this, so complex and ethereal, it feels like it has some primordial significance.

Most of my attention was now focused on the song, and nothing else seemed so important. I wanted to be in the open air, so I returned to the front doors of the mall and walked through them. I sang for a while longer, until the world around me faded in color and substance and I knew I was waking up. My first impulse was to grab my phone and try to record some of the melody as best I could before I lost it entirely. However, my phone seemed to be stuck on camera mode, and although I was insistently pressing the button and even trying to close the window manually by clicking in the upper right corner (a PC reflex, obviously this doesn't work on phones!), I couldn't get back to the main screen. Problems with tech like this are a dreamsign so I even wondered if this was an FA. However, my main concern right was to preserve any shred of the music intact, so I didn't want to distract myself with an RC, but tried to keep as much attention as possible on preserving the song.

Even though I now only had a single voice, I was surprised how easily and spontaneously the music was still flowing, and figured it was because I had just woken up and retained lingering traces of the dreamstate. More than traces, I realized, when I woke up again and knew that it been an FA after all. I once again reached for my phone and was gratified that I could now access the main screen. But I was still having difficulties: I looked through all my apps for the voice recorder and couldn't find it! I went back and forth from screen to screen, cycling through them all three or four times, and it was nowhere! I was forced to question if this was yet another FA, even though I was now sure that I recognized everything around me from waking life, and the dream memories and music were fading rapidly. In the past I've sometimes had trouble recognizing the voice app icon because it has such a bland appearance, but I had made a point of remembering that it resembled a microphone.

After taking more time and deliberately examining every icon on every screen, completely baffled by my inability to find it, the mystery was finally solved. I found it at the very end of all my apps, where I had placed it deliberately with the notion of making it easy to find, only I had misremembered its appearance: the last OS upgrade had completely changed the graphic to some wavy lines. It was too late to salvage the music. I tried to record the one line of melody that I could still vaguely recall, but it sounded completely wrong. I couldn't get my real voice to match the way the song sounded in my head, either in terms of the general register or even the specific notes.

I'm in some kind of mansion to celebrate a birthday party. We're going to spend the night there. I'd chosen a room with people I don't know, but walking around, I see a friend of mine, so I ask him in which room he is and luckily enough, he is in my room, so I put my stuff on a bed or couch to "mark my territory" .

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I've gone out of the mansion and I'm going to cross the street. I see that both of the pedestrian traffic lights are green and the cars are starting to stop. Except one who just don't care, which leads me to think "Well, I don't know when I'm going to cross now". I cross the street anyway and I feel something funny.... I'm dreaming! [I don't know what was it exactly, but I think it has something to do with the traffic lights].
I was going to do something else, but I decide I will just go ask some DCs if they know this is a dream and what do they think about it. I enter an electronics store, run by Indian people. There is a man with gray hair and a moustache, and a woman with black, long hair and a red traditional costume who seem to work there. There is someone else, a client I guess. I tell them if I can ask them a question and I ask them if they think this is a dream. They answer "No". I feel that the dream is destabilizing a bit, so I touch the ground which is kind of earthy (with some humidity), and the glass door when going out. I keep walking and I find a group of children playing in the side of the road, over some kind of scenario, or stairs. I call them together and I tell them if I can ask them a question. They say yes, but when I start asking them, they start talking among them and they don't listen to me. I think there was someone behind me at that moment. After leaving them, I go to the left of that kind of scenario, to find a guy and 3 or 4 girls who are responsible for the children. I ask them again if I can ask them a question and of the girl makes a joke: "Yes, but we are busy on Friday night", like implying I'm going to ask them out. So I try again and ask them if they think this is a dream. Two girls answer "Yes". One of them has brown skin and very curly hair (not long, not short). I ask them why, but I can't remember the answer because I felt some destabilization and the eyes of the girl went to the opposite sides for a moment, which made me lose concentration. [In that moment, I felt I was doing something I wasn't suppose to do in a dream, kind of a weird feeling, knowing that I can do anything xD. Maybe I'm not used to that kind of interaction with DCs.] Finally, the girl tells me she can send me a book. For a second I think "Yeah, well, it will be kind of difficult to receive it", but in the end I think my subconscious will find the way to send me anything it needs, so I tell her "Yeah!". She tells me the book is called "City in the mind". In that moment I think I should review everything I've done up to now, to not lose track, but I want to write the name of the book first, so I go to my right, where there is a blackboard and I ask her again the name of the book. "In the mind" she tells me, so I start writing but she tells me again "In your mind". And I write that. She's been writing in her side of the blackboard the name of another book, and she tells me it is another one I can check out. I ask her the name but I can't get it, and when I look at her side of the blackboard I see only a weird equation. This destabilize the dream so much, I wake up.

I guess most people have had a Grim Reaper dream at some point in their life, here’s mine (my scariest LD ever):

In this dream I was at my log cabin doing chores (as usual). I walked into the living room, which has a high vaulted ceiling, and I could see somebody in a dark hood robe, up-side-down, with their face against the wall, and about half way up. I found this very alarming, and I instantly became lucid. The clarity was perfect and everything was vivid. The dream figure then crawled head first quickly down the wall, across the floor, and then it stood up one foot in front of my face. He was slightly taller than I, and it was the Grim Reaper! I was totally freaked out! He had icy, bluish gray eyes, which seemed to be glowing, and a lizard face. His scales and coloring were actually quite brilliant and beautiful as far as a lizard goes (I thought). The first thing that came to mind was, “Kill him!” This wasn’t a normal response for me in any form, especially while lucid.

I reached forward and tore his black, hooded robe off and threw it to the floor. This genderless, lizard biped was standing there completely naked with a shocked look of fear on his face! His mouth dropped open and his eyes bulged wide. He looked totally weak and anorexic. I thought to myself, I’m going to destroy you. In complete rage, I reached forward to crush him, but he shot off in faint wisp of smoke right through the log wall and was gone. He was unbelievably fast. I immediately woke up, and I was shaken by the dream. This was no doubt the scariest lucid dream I’ve ever had. I saw this dream figure once again in an LD last year, but I left him alone and ignored him, and he kept his distance.

I'm in my cell pretending to be asleep while the alarm is sounding. There are more people in my cell, two of my enemies. One of them, a girl, seems to like me and she feels a bit of pity for me as she knows I'm the one who opened the cell, and the one who will be punished for that, but she doesn't say anything. And that's the reason why I'm pretending to be asleep. I had the key to the cell next to mine, where a girl from my team was also captured. While the enemies where not paying attention, I opened the cell to free her, but she wasn't there and I had to leave the door opened. Thus, the alarm. I've tried to escape many other times, so with this new thing, they've got the eye on me.

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I'm in an open space, with the chief of the enemy and some of his soldiers. We're sit in a table, eating. Something happens and I get very angry. So angry I start throwing food, plates and glasses to the baldy head of the chief (arg, I don't like his face), some of them even breaking on his head. But he doesn't even seem to feel anything. I leave the place passing by the counter of the "restaurant". I leave thinking that I could have said that the bald-man is paying, or maybe I could have gained the confidence of the man behind the counter and pass a note to him saying that I'm their prisoner. I could have even gained the confidence of some of the enemies. But I've tried to escape too many times.

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Finally we're escaping from the enemy's prison. There is also the girl who was next to me, and another girl I don't know. I think there are also some other people with us, including, maybe, the mole who helped us escape. We reach a courtyard where there are a lot of people, even innocents. There are shootings coming from everywhere. The two girls and me are together and, as the shootings seem to come from the right, I point the left, where there seem to be the entrance, and say "go, go, go!". The girls say No, there are too many shootings. One of them is even mocking me saying "Go, go, go, he says....", meaning like, this guy wants to have us killed >_<. Suddenly, a car covered with pieces of wood (with two pieces of wood ending in a point in the front end) comes from the entrance inside shooting. They are our allies! Luckily, I was smart enough to follow the girls' advice. We could have ended up dead.
Then, I start thinking that I haven't seen any of the people shooting from the left (the supposedly end of our enemies), and that it would be funny to know that there is someone else shooting from there.
And yes, it is not the enemy, it's a theatre company, performing a play, directed by Penelope Cruz. The image of the dream transforms showing Penélope talking in an interview saying that one of the actors (he seems to be the most important one) wanted an action part. But before that, this actor has a performance with bicycles on some ropes. The image changes again to show a dude jumping from one place and landing on a bike which is on a rope. He starts riding from rope to rope. The ropes are surrounded by lights and some sort of colourful feathers.
In the end, a row of round heads get together chanting "Sooooooor", and throwing words in the between that represent the group. It seems that all this chanting has something to do with the play, about nuns or something.

I'm inside a RPG. Someone just captured me with some other people, and it has put us inside some kind of pen. One of the other captured guys is someone important who shouldn't die [too much Oblivion lately and doing the impossible to keep people alive, I guess]. I'm checking out the pen. It's circular with a tall pole in the middle and some caves in the walls. Inside those caves there are people locked in who, apparently, after spending some time in the pen, become wooden figures. Some of the people are already wooden figures who fall down after I open the door to their caves. I'm checking out all the caves to take all value objects.
Once I'm finished, some of the people and me confront the monster who captured us, which I don't remember how it is. From a game I played before, I know there is a special spell I can use to kill it quickly, so I use it in the beginning to avoid it murdering our people. This spell generates a big yellow ball of power.
After killing the monster, the rest of the people leaves and I go plant some organic lentil seeds, as I've told my cousin. But it's getting late and he's already inside his house. I go to his cave to get the lentils, where I found several sacks of lentils. With those and another sack I bought, there are enough. I call my cousin and I tell him that I was going to plant the lentils, but it's getting late, to what he replies that he still has to go buy some. I tell him that I have already bought some, there is no need to go buy again.