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Two dreams - non lucid. First was from my first bout of dreaming, I never wrote it doon, but kept trying to mind it upon waking (would therefore probably sleep better if I had written it doon - coz its mainly gone now anyway.)

There were these walls ye see, and there were awfy bonny lassies sort of attached to the walls, in pairs. I would cling (nothing remotely sexual here btw) to one of the lassies and they would say something and I would have to decide if it meant I was to remain with them or cling to the other one.

what a lot of rubbish...

Later dream - I was in what was supposed to be one of my familys shops - never seen it before. A guy I know a wee bit had a blue metal box, he flicked a switch and the brightest light ever shone out. I said 'Put that off, its far too bright' Then my faither said 'We need it to go into the attic' He took the light and vanished up the stairs. I asked if I could go, and I accompanied one of my uncles. There were loads of stairs and wee landings, I crawled a wee bit and was aware of getting a mucky knee. There was then a spot that needed cleared of rubbish. It was mainly strip lights and planks of wood. We made it to the top, it was actually outside, there was a road and everything. My driving instructor from my youth passed us in a silver car and I gave him a wee wave. We then returned to the attic. My uncle held up a laptop which had an article from a celebrity saying that this particular attic was the scariest place he head ever been....

Slept from around midnight to 2:45am then got up for several hours. Returned to bed at 6:15am, after meditating a few minutes and taking some supplements (choline, Alpha-GPC, L-theanine, vitamin B complex, piracetam). Did some casual SSILD while falling asleep. Woke at 6:45am with dream.

I was in a room with dark walls, a sort of "black box" theatre, and about two-thirds of the room was full of tangled billows of blue cloth up to knee-level. Around eight people were positioned at various points in the cloth, flailing against it as though they were swimming (or drowning) in water. I knew it was a rehearsal for a play, and I felt a strong desire to join them but was restrained by a sense of propriety since I was not related to the production. I sat in a chair and reflected on how much I've always been attracted to the idea of acting even though I apparently have no talent for it.

Slowly and naturally it dawned on me that I was dreaming. The awareness brought with it a change of scene, perhaps a half-waking: I was back in my bed, but still in dream. I began to focus on animating my dream body as though it were a WILD, thrashing around in the tangled covers (not unlike how the actors had been flailing in the water-like whorls of cloth). I noted how my visual field was very chaotic, almost back to the fluctuating hypnagogic state, but the tactile field felt more stable, so I ignored the visual clutter and got out of bed. I don't need to see well to navigate my own house, whether in WL or a dream.

I wondered what to do and quickly decided to try to knock off the wine TOTM, which seemed like an easy one. So I walked swiftly to the kitchen pantry where I keep a lot of wine and reached for one at random. It was a rosé in a clear glass bottle. The level was very low, well down the shoulder, but since the cork was intact I figured it should count as a "full bottle" as specified in the TOTM. At first the bottle was the shape and size of a typical wine bottle, the more streamlined profile you usually see with burgundies, but as I set it down on the kitchen counter to get a better look, it transformed in front of my eyes to the larger, plumper form of a two-liter plastic soda bottle.

I was still determined to open it, so I picked it up and carried it over to where the corkscrew should be. It occurred to me that I should make a more detailed observation of the bottle first, since it was covered in writing printed directly on the glass. The writing was in white script of various fonts and sizes, but the white lettering against the clear glass was hard to read, especially with the level of the wine so low. The fonts were also elaborate and hard to make out. I held it up at an angle to get the best view and looked carefully. I could make out that the biggest word was "Mersault," which would make sense since (as I suspected and google confirms) this is an actual appellation in Burgundy. The next largest set of letters spelled "Farb," which reminded me of the German word for "color." I wondered if this had to do with the color of the wine, and was startled to observe that the wine was now colorless and looked exactly like water. Moreover, the bottle was starting to remind me of a water bottle. Oh dear, had I accidentally turned my wine into water? I'd better grab a different bottle! I was walking back to the pantry when I woke up.

There was actually a lot of day residue in this LD. Last night I ate out and had an elaborate meal with wine pairings: they included a rosé and a wine from a bottle that was partly empty but whose cork remained intact because the wine had been extracted with a needle and replaced with argon. Both of these details manifested directly in the dream, although I didn't recognize them as day residue until after I woke up. I just double-checked the menu and there was no Mersault, however, nor can I recall when I last had it, so I'm not sure where that came from.

I was walking outside with someone from my house pushing a shopping cart. Somehow scooby doo characters came into the scene as i was walking. I was complaining about pushing the cart and Velma was telling me to get over it. The scene than shifted.

I was now watching a indian boy in a room telling a old man he didn't want to continue his journey. But the old man told him that hes been there for him long enpugh and that its time for him to eat his pancakes. But the boy just layed on the bed and closed his eyes. The dream changed again.

There were people getting ready for a party at a college. I noticed a group of chubby girls and boys with my younger brother. Supposedly they wanted me to follow them outside as the party was starting. I went with my brother and the other people running outside. We got over excited though. My brother picked me up starting to run in what looked like a park area.

He was carrying me with both hands and i jumped off him trying to make a cool pose in the air and landing. As i looked around hoping for an applause or good word i was confused to hear whispers of dismay. "What? Why is no one cheering?" I thought to myself. When i turned my head to the right to look for my brother i saw him with his face planted on a medium sized rock. I called out my brother's name and ran to him worried. "Are you okay!?" I asked. "Yeah,I'm fine" he replied getting up.

But just as he was about to get up a rock flew to his head. "Who threw that!?"I shouted out loud mad and turned to see a familiar looking boy walking as if he had no emotions.I stood up and tried to throw a rock but i couldn't. It was as if my arm went numb everytime i tried to throw the rock. His friends began to laugh at my brother being hurt. The boy than came up to my brother and me. His friends slammed my brother's face on the rock."Stop it!!!"I tried hitting the boy with a rock but it just fell.

The boy began to say things in my face as he took my brother and snapped his arm, hit him with a karate chop into him and something else. He said this was happening to my brother because hes weak and hes stronger than he is.I kept telling him to stop and it felt like i was fading into another place. I than heard a voice saying they were monsters and they needed to be purified. I tried to go back into the scene where the guy was so i can hit him but i woke up.

The boy beating my brother was in the wallet dream i think.

Rollers

I was with my mom in the kitchen and she gave me a huge looking papaya saying i could eat it if i wanted to. I bit it but i wasn't into the flavor so i put it on the counter. There was a black dusty wall in the kitchen with a picture on it. I tried writing something in hiragana but than i appeared on my bed. I was thinking about WILDing and felt my body vibrating. I was scared i was doing an OBE but just went with it.My body got bright and i split into two. Didn't feel like i was in an OBE though. I saw a weird picture frame in the room and looked at it.

My mom came in as i was looking at it and started petting my hair and taking out my pony tail saying i needed to wash my hair and that i needed to do rollers too. Because if i didn't people would stare and my life would be in danger. (She said it in a joking manner)She told me to sit on the bed and started doing my rollers. Someone else came into the room and started watching. I than turned to see my mom was not my mom anymore. It was a guy. I gave him a quick kiss and the other person said "uh oh!". Than the dream shifted and i was on my bed again.

I wanted to look for Dawn and Eye so i started calling for them. I was somewhat scared as i was walking into the living room though. The whole house was changing and transforming. I saw a small shadow in a room than suddenly appeared somewhere else. There was a 10 second timer on. I tried going inside a door but it was closed. I noticed a pizza delivery guy opening a door and was thinking of whether i should go with him or not. But i didn't. Right when it hit 0 i went in the door and closed it. I woke up.

Dawn

I was at a school doing something i can't remember for my sister. When i left my dad was driving me and my brothers somewhere. I looked outside and was thinking about how i could go for some Dunkin Doughnuts. But than my dad started to get lost and didn't know where to go. Things got worse when a monster started chasing us.

I used this opportunity to call Dawn into the dream. When we got out of the car and started running i saw Dawn running.He grabbed me and started running. When the monster attacked us he took a shiny thing from me and through it to the monster. The monster started to look like Pearl from Steven Universe now. After that i think we went somewhere else but i can't remember.

The last thing i recall is being with a group of people who told me to go inside a video game to take care of a person. I went in even though i didn't want to at first. But it sucked because they trapped me inside and forgot about me. I stayed with the guy who got sick and died. The girl who sent me in the game began to blame a guy for not taking care of the world because their favorite person died, the people revolted, there was war and lots of casualtys.

+ girl who wanted the most expensive music recording device, roller-coaster-like ride up a bridge spire

A girl kept upgrading her music recording device to the best one she could find. The "DD-<numbers>" units. We're driving in a car approaching a bridge with a great view, I say "you're in for a treat!" We drive up the support of the bridge vertically like a roller-coaster then after the top down the other side, people are visible walking/(sliding?) down the cables. There is a large green area(?) where the cell phone signal is blocked and the girl can't check something about the price on the music device. We're in a store and she finds yet a higher end more expensive DD-?? device and wants it, I say what's the point of these expensive music recording devices, you could just re-record your music on (tape?) if you wanted to.

+ guy throws a fish at me, poor thing flops on the ground and is ripped in half by the impact

In a store, unexpectedly(?) there are large fish tanks across the room. There is a guy there and as a joke he tosses a large live fish at me (I think it's a carp?) pretty large, about 2 feet long, and it SMACKs hard on to the ground near my feet, I reach my hand down to it but an leery of it biting my finger into its mouth. The guy comes over and lifts up the fish from the head and only the front part comes up, the fish has been ripped in half by the impact and you can see it's insides. I say something like "good job" sarcastically to the guy and he's not happy about ruining the fish.

+ son S2 is procuring laptops with great graphics, I'm going to sleep but wary of the strange woman in the corner, bunch of kids on my bed I show them how to do front somersaults

In a room like a dorm room, I'm sitting on my bed, my son S2 is saying that he's managed to get approved for our group to get new laptops with the best new graphics, he had to do it now because once the term starts these requests will not be approved. I see over in the dark corner of the room across from me in flashes of light I see some older woman is lying in a bed, I'm trying to get a clear view. I getting into bed for sleep and I do not want to sleep with that unknown woman in the room.

Another younger woman, a mother with kids, is at the root of my bed going in to the next room for a shower, she has some daughters who are naked and are going in to the shower. At the head of my bed is a clothed girl, so I help her do a front sommersault towards the foot of the bed. Then my bed is filled with kids and I'm constantly helping them to do forward sommersaults. I show one with my hand (I see my hand, looks normal) the rounded shape his head should take so that he doesn't land on his head. An adult (form er colleague from KG?) does a sommersault off the foot of the bed and has to lean diagonally to avoid hitting a desk or table there.

+ (long) preparing camp against the nazis, our friends vanish, enemy scout animals/monsters attack our scout thing, beat them to a pulp, train in the distance picks up (soldiers?) & medicine, captured for court martial, "do not commit the crime of 'hearing'", 2 small girls are named by enemy captain, calls one of them to do a delivery.

At one point, I see in the far distance a scene where a train pulls up to a station, and car by car, people fill the car, then medicines flow into the car, then the train advances one car, and the next empty car is filled first with people then with medicines, this happens about 3-4 times.

Generally a dark/scarry/forboding feeling throughout this. I'm with some others preparing an outdoor fortress/ camp (for the winter? a siege?) against the bad guys who will be here soon. We're doing things like scavenging scrap metal and piling it up in our compound behind fences. Most of the people vanish except I have the feeling there's one other guy but I don't see him. I pass over a deep cave going into the ground and say "we may have to go deeper down" to be safe. At one point I'm at a dark place on the road and I see an enemy scout raise up, I freeze but they can still see me. There are two strange little beasts and they attack our beast. I come to its defense and pound one of the small enemy beasts to a bloody pulp.

I have a thought about capture and the scene transitions (I actually noticed the transition!) and I think "we'll be court martialed". In a room with prisoners and guards, the guard is screaming about not "committing the crime of 'hearing'" (meaning prisoners communicating and understanding one another). The enemy commander gives two small twin prisoner girls rhyming names (don't recall them) and summons them to him, they need to deliver some roll of documents somewhere.

WBTB

+ (KILD, LD #94) walking along line of hot girls, checking them out, they're shy, lean over kiss one and get lucid

I'm walking along with a group of girls. I'm checking out the rear of the one in front of me, she's hot. She immediately covers up her butt, pulling down a sweater and placing a backpack right in the way of the view, I think this is funny. No problem, ah there's another sweet one with a tight body-fitting long sweater on with a great a$$, I'll just go and check her out for a bit. I realize I'm walking along besides a girl and I get bold and lean around in front of her and kiss her, as soon as I kiss her I think "I'm dreaming," and stay in the kiss for a while, feeling the lucidity, but visuals are gone (must have 'closed my eyes') and I soon wake/transition.

+ toy vending machine, cost is 198 (298?), girl tells me order is ready, MILF leans over showing cleavage including nip slip, fascinating eye'd girl (violet? gray?) at counter, calls to Japanese boss for assistance, language confusion

I'm in some busy room, there's a small toy vending machine in front of me, made out of plastic, there's a roll I want to buy and push a toy button and an odometer-like display comes up and shows a price of (198 or 298?), I think wow that's an expensive roll. At that point a blonde girl comes up to me and starts discussing my (order?), I'm confused about langauges and start speaking a <forgeign language> asking "where is it? How do I get there?". I get attracted to her and start to touch her arm and caress it but she looks a bit freaked out and edges away. At that moment I look to her left and an attractive middle-aged woman with deep cleavage showing is leaning far over doing something, I admire the view, and realize there's a bit of nip-and areola-slip going on there.

I move to another room and come up to a girl at a counter. I reach up and take off a necklace of some sort that I"m wearing it's related to the object I ordered and need to pick up. More langauge confusing, we start in <foreign language> and she switches to asking a question in English at one point and I notice the shift but I answer "yes" in english. I'm then captivated by her eyes which at first I think are a deep violet color which I think matches her top, then her eyes become completely gray/silver, very remarkable. Her manager comes by, a Japanese man, who goes and stands a bit to the left of us with his back to us and she asks him some question. I"m not sure about where I'm supposed to go and when, but I know that I would not mind coming back to this place again!

lots of night wakings and lots of recall, but consistently short, mostly disconnected scenes

00:17 pre-bedtime

04:35 no recall

07:47

+ (f) parking garage? (voice notes, don't remember this!)

+ the gym admin wants $300 ($300!!!!) for the task of simply retrieving my file from the back room, I'm flabbergasted; haven't been at my locker in long time, combination lock

I approach and look at the combination locks, I start spinning one? Locks that have been not used for a long time have little boxes placed around them, I look on the back of the locks and (the combination is written there?)

10:00 ?

+ I'm waiting for HOURS for my burger in the fast food joint, there's a massive, pressing crowd at the counter I'm pushing them away to maintain my place, I keep telling people I've been waiting for HOURS.

+ The taco place buffet doesn't have tacos or burritos, only less desirable stuff, I go looking for the tacos, find them but they're paid, not part of the buffet so don't take any

+ in a large open grocery store, see someone with a bacon/egg/muffin at the checkout, go to the bacon/egg/muffin counter, select the ingredients, and they cook it for me, I wonder what happens if they break the egg

I choose a slice of tomato, a cooked/poached egg, a slice of cheese? and a muffin and give them to the (lady?) to cook and they start cooking it. I wonder if they break the poached egg so that the yolk runs out if I can ask them to make another one.

+ guiding friends (man/woman/child) from the subway to the playground, they want to take a taxi but I show them the playground is right across the street; playing basketball in the playground

+ lying down in a driveway in winter beside a rolling country road, cars drive by, looking for police cars coming down the road, hoping nobody will run over me

I see the cars driving by while lying down on frozen/frosty ground, I see some cars with lights go by must be a police car, I see a driver inside, but he pays me no attention.

+ a guy makes a great fast move climbing over the naked black giant demon thing and scores a basket, is that thing really naked? yes I sort of see it's "thing"; I'm studying (magic?) there's a bad guy over there, I will never join him

+ outdoors/daylight/huge building: it's a multipurpose building, read the titles on building, restaurants, etc., automated gate, weird simultaneous naked/clothed/jeans, super thick wall street journal on ground, picture/painting of the very large east coast wedding party

The building is huge like a sports arena and is standing to my right about 100 feet away. It's something to do with Russia on the other entrance?

The fence closes slowly and automatically, I"m watching the mechanism of it up close right in front of the door.

I feel like I'm naked ("feel the breeze" on my stuff), I look down, and I see I'm wearing jeans, yet I'm still naked. It's like my skin has jeans camoflage drawn onto it, sort of, I can see my thang hanging down but it's jeans colored. I can't figure out if I'm nakeed or not, doesn't look like it but it feels like it.

I walk by some outdoor cash registers where people are buying things,on the ground I see a massive folded newspaper, it's about 1 foot thick, I rifle through a few pages without actually reading anything and imagine this is the Wall Street Journnal.

Nearby in a checkout line is a wedding party, there's a picture/photo there of a large "East Coast" wedding party, it's stylized and seems half-painting half-photograph.

The other day I had a couple mini lucid dreams. I should probably call them "Micro Lucids" because they were super short, but in them I was able to accomplish one short task each.

These micro LDs occurred while I was trying to take a power nap. As I drifted off I found myself standing with a piece of paper in front of me that had writing on it. I always like to reading things in LDs. So I picked up the paper and took a look. It said....*drumroll* ........"Replanting the file eon"

And I immediately woke up. What the heck does that mean? I wrote it down and decided to finish my power nap. Strangely, the same exact thing happened again. I'm standing there with another piece of paper. I hoped this message would be more meaningful. I looked closely and read the words, "Zero the charm" And I immediately woke up again and wrote the words down.

So I have to wonder why my brain came up with those weird random phrases. Hmmmm....

Both of these dreams happened so fast that I hardly even knew I was sleeping. In fact, it was one of those nap "dreams" where you are still mostly awake, but you start seeing the dream before your eyes, like a little hallucination, but you are still thinking consciously like you are fully awake. It was like a WILD with an instant transition. Happens a lot in nap dreams. There is probably a name for it, but I haven't looked it up.

im in my house talking with a friend of mine and I was telling her about the dream I had in my last cycle and how even though a dream character had told me I was dreaming and there were all these signs telling me it was a dream i still failed to notice I was dreaming. at that point I remembered to do a check and the person I was talking to lived in Pittsburgh so I knew I was dreaming. I went out my front door to check further and it was grey and wet outside. I took notice to how real everything looked and how it was basically the same as it would be in waking reality but then I noticed these purple flowers on the hill that I only get in the spring. the DC was following me around I feel to make sure I was noticing I was dreaming and I told her I was good now since I was lucid and I told her to leave me and thanked her. I then remembered my intention to meet with this Ent I met in a dream the night before so I called out loud and I could hear my voice travel far distances through the trees on my road. I then heard a lord of the rings type horn that I knew was coming from the Ent. I ran down the road towards where I thought I heard it. I go down the road and called again and I heard it closer and looked where I thought it was. I see a tree move among the others and run to it. it was the Ent and I told him to take me to where we were going before and he spreads wings and flies away. I figured he wanted me to follow him but I wasn't feeling confidence with my flying skills ATM. I climb this rock face behind a house to see where he was and once I get to the top I see him perched on a floating platform. he looks like an ancient bird now and he reaches out his tail which was purple and bluish. I grab hold and he lifts me up and we begin to fly. once we gain some altitude I see a giant drum set with a lot more symbols then the one I have and I was thinking how I would like to play it sometime. as we fly the bird does all kinds of acrobatic maneuvers. I was thinking how I would eventually be able to do all these flying techniques once I learned more. my hearts starts racing partially from some fear and the thrill and I wake with the feeling of still holding onto the bird.

I was in a dorm. There was a cleaning crew. I was worried they might be killers or something. The other people I was with in the room kind of read my mind so they stayed. Some of them reminded me of theater ensemble in college. Some are from my LGBT friends. I felt anxious.

I was in the train station. I was going to ride one. I went up the escalator, and the train just arrived. I was with Sharon, and she was on a call standing on the left side after the escalator. The train waiting area is on the right. She was still talking on the phone. When she was done, the train already left. I was going back, because I forgot my facial cleanser or something. I needed some "class." She said not to worry; she brought some of her own and she can lend some.

Just to note that when I was going "back" to the escalator, it was again going up, not down. I saw some food stalls up there.

NOTES:

I slept for 1.5 hours starting around 7 p.m. I was very sleepy.
I woke up alarmed hearing the alarm.
I worried I might forget the dream, but I thought of the keywords.
I wondered for several minutes how I lost the monsters in the dreams and they're now replaced by feelings of foreboding, monsters that I cannot challenge or hug. It's unnerving.

'was watching FMA and fell asleep around 6:00. Woke up at around 7:00am this morning. What a delightful 13 hour snooze, but my dream recall is crap given that much time.

I was at a really fancy formal event with mostly older men and women. Everyone, save for me was dressed up in really elegant formal wear, standing around and talking in this small banquet hall. The hall was painted green with golden dragons on the wall. Marcus was there and he was talking with some of the other people.

I had a false memory or something that he had a secret vault or bunker beneath this hall. [Dream Logic] Marcus had given me the keys, but he told me not to open it. [/Dream Logic]. I guess my curiosity got the better of me, though, because I decided to go check it out. I found myself sneaking through the kitchen, down into the basement and then going down an elevator.

The hidden vault was quite a bit bigger than I expected. It had the feel of going into the old aperture science from Portal 2. (I had an image but it won't load.) I began making my way toward the main entrance. For some reason there were all of these showers everywhere. (At the time, this didn't make any sense, but when you consider the vault was full of sand, I suppose it did.)

I came up to a computer console where I needed to use six keys in the correct order. The keys I had been given were like standard house keys in six different colors and I had to put them in the lock of the corresponding color. I think I wound up getting the correct combination on the second try.

The vault opened and (as the title suggests) the whole thing was filled with sand. It looked something like in cartoons where the characters get rich and they have a huge metal vault filled with mountains of gold and they dive into it and go swimming. I think that there might have been lakes of water as well. After all, the inside was HUGE, and seemed to take on its own landscape.

Around this time, Marcus found out and came down along with a bunch of armed police. I came out and told him it was just me. He lowered his guard and asked me what I thought I was doing down here. I told him I had gotten curious about the vault. I then asked him why if he didn't want me coming down here, he had given me the keys, and also why he was trying so hard to protect some sand.

I was in the sea side. I think there were some people. I was looking for the bathroom. I found one.

I saw a lot of fish for sale on the stalls.

I was in an office. It felt... bad. Like I was trapped, but I went into the room by my own free will looking for someone or something. At first the place was empty, then people started showing up. Men and women. Some went down from the stairs. They were talking. I couldn't understand what they were saying or can't remember. I wanted to leave.

Morning of January 14, 2015. Wednesday.



My dream involves a “Star Trek” novel, printed by hand in ink on Post-it notes. The notes are in a large pile, mostly in order at first. About three-quarters of the way through, the pages seem out of order and the last section seems flipped around.

The story comes to life, both on a television in an unknown room I am in and sometimes with me at the scene of the story as an interactive “movie” for shorter periods. I see a small poster or page from an unknown magazine of a young William Shatner which reads “Trek Star”. At first, the letters in the title seem ambiguous or intentionally displaying different words (probably “Tek War” a series of science-fiction novels created by William Shatner, ghost-written by Ron Goulart). Also, it seems like the story is supposed to be “disguised” so that people will not realize at first that it is a “Star Trek” story, though the “Trek Star” title is a rather obvious clue that it is. I see Christopher Lloyd as a Klingon at one point. I hear the name “Kirk” (though not “captain”) fairly often as if that is supposed to be another clue before it is more clearly a “Star Trek” story.

One scene where I seem to actually be present relates to an event where Kirk is on a planet and has dealings with a few Freakies (from Freakies Cereal) who are trying to help him in what seems like a possible court martial, though it looks like a normal courtroom at one point. Kirk mentions how the Freakies were not members of his crew though they seem to think they are honorary members, which is why they want to help him. The story is not that clear. It may be that the Klingons have invaded the Freakies home world.

It eventually becomes tedious to read each paragraph on each separate Post-it note (though reading in dreams is often difficult, as the writing typically changes when looking back at it). I am not sure where the stack of Post-it notes came from. When I get three-quarters in as mentioned earlier, some of the pages are also either blank or very slightly reflective bronze-colored on one side. I start to look through the rest of them but my dream loses cohesion at this point. I do carefully flip each page over onto the ones in the pile already read, which remains on the floor for the most part, though I sometimes pick it up. The remaining pages are in my left hand.

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Early January. This one is worth documenting as the control over elements was perhaps the best yet. I had been fooling around with overly compliant female DCs, but that kept forcing me to stop and stabilize. I think it reached a point where 1 minute of sex equaled 30 seconds of stabilizing. I got bored of thgis and decided to train. I have not been paying attention to TOTM so I tried to come up with anything challenging.

1) I levitated up into the air and got to eye level with some power lines. I then slowely rotated in the air unti I was completely upsided down. The graphics rotated too, which was cool if not very life like. It was as if the image was being turned until it was upside down. I did have a shift in proprioception so it felt as if I had rotated in space.

2) I decided to see how intense and life like I could make lightning come from my hands. I focused and bright white streaks shot from my hands. Not very impressed. Lets try again. I pictured the electricity you see come from a Tesla coil. A small amount of that effect came from my hands and extended a foot or so. No bigger,,, focus. I suddenly got it. A huge arc of multiple energy lines arced from a Tesla coil into the ground on the other side of me. Beautiful. Crazy amounts of electricity arcing in perfect graphics, but not from my hands. DCs began to scatter. I changed the image until the arc was from my hands. Perfect, better then the special effects of Jedis shotting force lightning.

3) I then tried fire. I was hoping for a good fireball I could throw. I was working my way up making it more realistic each time, but the only truely flame like graphics that would count as somewhat hi-def were jets of flame shooting out of my hands in pulses, about like a fire-eater blows out of his mouth at carnivals. I woke up before I could perfect a true fire ball.

mid Dec- I have been busy and not journaling. This one was worth noting. I was in the hotel and DEILD back into lucidity. I almost had an FA as I looked around and saw the exact hotel room. I spent some time with two summened bed partners. I noticed that they more or less looked the same. I thought "why have two women look the same," and intended to change them. I was impressed with just how compliant the dream and DCs were. They got up on the bed on hands and knees and patiently let me examine them. I then was able to think of the changes I wanted and they happened. I was able to maintain two DCs who behaved as I wished and modify their forms in fairly high definition. Too cool.

In this dream I was walking down a carpeted stairwell, that made a 90 degree turn to the left, and I was following a brown haired man. I was making silly nonsense words, and acting totally stupid. As we made our way down the stairs, this man laughed and looked back at me smiling. Holy crap, it’s Robin Williams! Seeing him made me instantly lucid.

We ended up in a family room, where I told him how much all his fans love and miss him. I then asked him how he’s doing in the afterlife, but he looked horrified at what I said, and he quickly turned away. I’m slowly learning what to say, and what not to say while lucid, and this clearly what not to say to somebody who has passed. I casually changed the topic by asking him to show me his acting awards. This got his attention, and he opened up a hidden, trap door in a shelving unit, and we walked into an open area that looked like a cluttered basement. He suddenly started to look frightened by something, and he reached behind some junk, and then pulled out an old, single shot, 410 shotgun!

The shotgun had a silver receiver, wood stock, and blued barrel. He pulled the hammer back, swung the shotgun in my general direction, and then he started pulling on the trigger. I wasn’t at all scared by this, because I’ve lost track at how many times I’ve been shot at while dreaming, but I really wasn’t up to be shot by Robin Williams. Robin then frantically said, “What’s up with this thing?”, as he pulled on the trigger. I reached forward and quickly grabbed the gun from him, and ripped the barrel off the receiver. Then he started to point at something with his finger, so I looked around to see what it was, and then I realized what he was so scared of. It wasn’t me he was trying to shoot!

I was shocked to see, a huge, black spider, the size of a rat, creeping along the concrete floor. He wanted to shoot the spider (not me)! I still had the shotgun, less the barrel, in my hand. Instinctively I checked the shotgun’s chamber to make sure a shell was in there, and that all was clear where the barrel use to be. It basically looked like sawed off shotgun, so I pointed it at the spider, and pulled the trigger. Boom! A spray of lead went flying everywhere, and the spider blew to pieces. I looked back at Robin, and he asked me, “Did you get the bacteria?” I looked at him and nodded, while I thought to myself, that was spider, not ‘bacteria’. I immediately woke up, and thought about what happened. Normally I would have hugged the spider and turned it into something beautiful, but I panicked and used the shotgun. Oh well, next time I’ll get it right.

As the title says, I got a normal rest this night but I woke up with little to no dream-recall.