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Barely remembered anything from last night D: Vague impressions of going into a basement at my grandpa's (or at least some old man's) house, or something. I had to get something from down there, but all I really remember is going down the ladder into the basement (which was like a cellar)
I had a nice streak of lucids and vivid dreams, but it seems the stress of the last two weeks of school are working their evil on my dreams D:

Since I start my university life, most of my nightmares are related with my grades, and it's because I always feel fear of doing bad in my grades.

Dream:
I was at the university with some of my friends, we were there because we have to choose the teacher that was going to give us calculus class, but it was different this time, because we were choosing the teacher who was going to give us only our final exam of calculus, we were very scared because we have to do a grate exam to pass the class.
It was my university, but like in almost every dream it has some changes, because we have to climb some walls to go to other building.

After I was done with choosing, I enter a bathroom, becasue I was feeling a lot the taste of blood. When I take a look in the mirror, my mouth was bleedind, so then I washed my mouth, and get out of the bathroom.

I was running and climbing in all the university, doing what I wanted, but when the asignation time arrived, I went fast to a very high spot in the university, because in that place the internet connection was very fast, so when I finally arrived to that place, I take out my laptop to enter the university page and then choose my ptofessor.
The asignation part was pretty easy, so when I was done with that I started running againg, just wasting some time.

I was with my best friend, talking about the exam, when another friend arrived, and she tell us that her aunt was going to give the exam too, so we should choose her, because she can make us win, and she tell us that the teacher that we asigned with was the worst, and that he was going to do the most difficult exam we could imagine.
So... My serenity start becoming a really deep fear.

The day become night, and my time was getting over.
I start running again to the same point I do my choosing before, when I arrived I take aou my laptop again, but the university page was not loading at all, and every time I look in front of me, there was another, and another person, and they all were using the internet connection, so it was never going to load for me.
I look at my clock (I didn't do a reality check ), and I noticed that I was 20 minutes late for my exam. Because it was already late, I was not longer thinking in changing my teacher, but in having time to do and finish my exam.

I was going high speed, when I saw two guys that were planning to enter in the same class I was, by that time, 30 minutes had passed from the exam, so I ask them if they were not going to class, and the told me that they had already done the exam, but they get out too fast, because there was only two problems, and there were too difficult for them, so again, my fear was getting bigger.

I was getting closer to the engineering building, I was not longer with my friend, but insted of going to the stairs or the elevator, I just make a REALLY big jump, with the jump I get to the fourth floor (my exam was in the second floor), I enter that class going through the window, and I remember the teacher of that class following me to report me or something like that, I managed to scape from him, and I went to the stairs, when i arrived the second floor, I was running, trying not to hit the people in there, and then the time stoped, even with me, I was not running anymore, I was just looking at the other people expressions, with my same running position, and then I wake up.

When I wake up I was really happy, because I already won that class.

I was in a random neighborhood playing a game where we had to defend an objective of som sort. My opponents seemed to be little kids and would never talk to anyone. Then I walked home. A lot of people were in my house for some reason and one came up to me. He offered me and my brother tickets to an arcade. Then my brother and I got into a car that looked like something a four year old would drive it was about 3 feet tall and had no roof. I noticed how weird this was, but never became lucid. Soon we arived at the arcade. We were outside when someone asked for our tickets. When it was my turn the guy said it wasn't valid. Then the dream ended.

Went to bed at 2:45am, cat woke me for his breakfast at 6:30am, then I went back to bed. I had a few more minor wakings, but wasn't doing any particular dream practices as I needed to get up by 9:30 and wanted to maximize my sleep. However, at one point when I woke up—around 8:30am as it turned out—somehow things felt different.

I woke up, or thought I did, and there wasn't anything to distinguish it from all the other wakings over the course of the morning, except that for some reason the thought occurred to me that I might be able to DEILD. I didn't even have any particular impressions of having woken up from a dream, but somehow I felt instinctively that it would work. So experimentally I tried to move one of my hands, very small movements at first until I was confident that I was moving my dream hand and not my real one, then I reached up to touch my face. The sensations were lifelike but somehow I was certain the DEILD had worked. "Why don't I do this all the time?" I thought. "This is the easiest thing in the world!" That's how it seemed then, at least, as I got up out of bed to explore the dream.

I walked down the hallway and passed the cat. In my dream logic I assumed that this encounter was really happening, that I was walking past my real cat even though I was dreaming, and I was curious how he would react to seeing me in my dream state. How would I appear to him? Ethereal? Responding to my expectations, the dream cat reacted with an air of uncertainty to my presence. As I continued into the kitchen, I felt like dancing so I did a few random steps, pleased with how well-intregrated I felt in my dream body and in the environment.

As I approached the sliding door that leads out to the back patio, I thought I heard the neighing of horses from somewhere outside. "Could that be real?" I wondered. "Where could it be coming from?" I had to remind myself that not everything I hear in a dream is bleedthrough, and that a real horse in the vicinity of my house would be highly improbable. Looking outside, I saw a dinosaur skeleton that resembled a triceratops go ambling by. I didn't think much of it, though it was a pleasant reminder that I was definitely dreaming. Eagerly I went outside. It looked nothing like waking life: instead of my fenced-in back patio, I was in a wide grassy space bounded in the distance by trees and low hills. It resembled a bright and sunny day, but still felt dreamlike in that the bright sunlight did not aggravate my eyes the way it does when I'm awake. I looked around and felt pleased to note that my visual perceptions were crystal clear, since during my long dryspell even my NLDs had become murky and vague, at least in recollection. What was the source of this marvelous clarity? "This really is a third state, neither dreaming nor waking," I thought to myself.

I had not expected to get lucid so I had no real goals or tasks in mind; I was just thrilled to be lucid again. I walked forward through the landscape, wishing a DC would come and greet me after my long absence, but I couldn't see anyone else. As I walked I found myself spontaneously singing a little snatch of song. The pitch I was singing was too high for my voice, even in dream, and I could hear it cracking on the high notes. I hadn't put any thought into the words, but I noticed that I was just singing, "I love you... I love you." There was no one on my mind; if I was directing those words to any particular object it must have been dream itself. The melody was simple and I was sure it was music I had heard before in waking life, as I could anticipate how it should continue, and even recall some words ("...any night, any day...") but I couldn't remember what the song was. After I woke up I thought about it for a while and then realized that the melody I was using closely resembled the opening bars of the song "Bali Hai," from the musical South Pacific. The only reason I'm familiar with the song is because I was involved in a school production of the musical many years ago, when I was in seventh grade. I ambled on through the environment a bit further, still with no real purpose and nothing much happening, just delighting in the dream.

I can guarantee that this dream was based off what my dad told me about the movie exodus thats coming out, he said "it's not going to be a religious movie" which he's probably going to be right, especially considering the movie noah wasn't.
Anyways, this movie was supposedly about jesus, except it was this man in arabic armor who was leading a rebellion in these lands that resembled northern england/scotland. Moors and highlands, very rocky, hilly places. I remember a large battle scene, a lot of the people that werent with jesus were dirty and in ragged clothing. I don't remember a lot of details but I do remember the dream itself being quite long. I remember him walking through a village talking to someone, the village had little wooden huts with straw roofs.

Another dream I had I was at school, but it was some old classroom that isn't my school. It's shaped like and L and I was in the "bottom of the L" part talking to my old math teacher who was talking about her knuckles being messed up and we chatted about that for a minute and then I walked into this door behind her desk and it was this dimly lit, small kitchen and it was all bluish, and it made and upside down L, except smaller. two students were inside and I talked with them for a while before the dream faded. The counters where white and looked like the ones at my house.

Then I had a dream I was in a computer lab, it looked like the one at my school except all the stuff in the rooms, tables, computers, etc. where rotated 90 degrees (like if the room was facing north its now all facing east, that kind of rotation). I was on the table in the middle, at the end, and beside me was my irl friend and he was trying to turn down his volume, we had to go to this menu, then put in a password and it made his computer have to restart, and then the bell rang.

I then remember having a dream where I was at my house and both my living rooms were still fully furnished with couches that we no longer have and a T.V. thats in my dads room now, and it was night and I was hanging out with my friend in the first living room and it was dark we didn't have the lights on for w/e reason and I was looking up something on my tablet, I was closing old tabs when he said he had to go, even though it was like 3am.

The last dream I remember was it was mid-day and me, 3 of my friends and a few random guys were outside my house playing basketball and there was a basketball net that doesn't actually exist irl. At one point the ball rolls into the woods and someone goes and gets it and everyone takes a break. Suddenly I'm on a bike and I go towards my fence where one of the random guys is there and this girl who goes to my school and the guy asks me "whats with those bikes, why don't you use them?" there were 3 bikes that I've actually rode irl, but don't have in right now irl, I told him "one's chain is rusted, that one's bike tire is flat, and that one..." I don't remember what I said about the third one, but they were all accurate to the irl version. Then I look back and this red car drives by, on one side both car doors open and driving the car is my friend's ex, in the passenger seat is his step sister, and in the back is his sister. the step-sister tells him he needs to come home, so he steps in. They drive off but for w/e reason she keeps her passenger door open. I bike after the car (and a friend behind me follows) and say something to his ex, and she flips me off (but it's playfully). then when I look back everyone's gone except my other friend who is biking and he's about halfway down the street. I then go up to my front door and it's locked, I take out my key, but I look in the door window and I see my dad and my aunt priss and all the furniture that's in my dad's den irl is out in the living room and they're watching t.v., reclined, with a space on the couch between them. My dad waves at me and I unlock my door.

I also vaguely remember a dream that took place in a factory/store.

Non lucid shop dream ---

One of my staff was holding a wee baby. This made me mad, so I telt her to desist. I then went and spoke to another employee and telt her the same. It was her baby and it was now a funny wee shrivelled thing in a cage. She looked a bit startled and said;
'I suppose I could leave him at the Barber's'
Then the lights were off and we were away to leave. I then remembered I'd forgotten my keys. I had to go and put (some of) the lights back on. I ran up the back, it was quite dark and I was scared there might be monsters or suchlike. I ran back down and there was a very tall English man in a black suit standing. He said I was going to show him all the lights. We went to the switches and he flicked every one, including a few tiny wee red buttons and a couple of blue things....

Brief bit of rubbish-

A narrator talking about mammoths (I don't recall any visuals) He stated that the biggest mammoth ever found had a head so big he would have to walk backwards.

Which makes perfect sense

Tonight i'll be trying it for the first time. Anyone try it before?

Thoughts/comments?

This one's from December 05, 2014:

On several planes, taking someone's bf back to her to Hawaii. Passed through my home city at one point and kept going anyway. Ate food samples in airport (everyone was selling food, like kiosks of food at every stop). The couple had a baby I think, and I knew them from a forum. The bf was supposed to be away temporarily (went to visit parents or something like that), but he decided to stay longer and just mess around. At one point he turned blind for some reason, and fell down the plane stairs. (Like the seating of the plane was like theatre seating). I ended up giving him a smoothie to fix him.

This one's from December 01, 2014:

Have Mexican parents (I'm not Mexican IRL). I'm a kid about 10 years old or so. The dad drives a truck (like a tractor-trailer). I climb on top of it like on top of a train and ride it there, hanging on to bars up there, as the dad drives it. The mom is probably in the front seat. This truck also flies, kind of like a plane, but at a lot lower altitude. It doesn't transform or anything, just starts driving then keeps flying then lands and drives again. The truck went mostly through/above country roads instead of interstates. We run out of gas & money and stop in a town. We have relatives there but we want to pretend to be rich or something, so we go hang out with this random rich lady who's got two dogs and a kid. At first we pretend just fine and make friends, but then she finds out that we're super poor and end up doing work for her. I'm not sure what the parents did, but I did a lot of cleaning. For some reason both of her dogs and her kid piss all over the house, and I have to take care of it. The lady likes me, and I also do some more personal assistant stuff for her, and organize things.

Speaking with Jareth, I end a sentence with "god!" A general exclamation, but that's not how he takes it. He replies, entirely serious, "Don't call me that." I didn't, but good to know your arrogance has some limits.

I'm singing the title role of Don Giovanni, wearing a mask that covers my entire face, even my mouth. Reminds me of the McKittrick. While on stage, I switch places with someone else, identically dressed.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm swimming in a pool with a woman who's offered to grant me a wish. To do so, she tells me I must go to Thailand and walk into the jungle in a certain place until I reach an abandoned building. Here, I must draw one of two specific symbols in the dirt. It doesn't matter which one I choose, what matters is the reasoning behind my choice. Whichever I choose, she'll draw the other. She'll stand at my back, using those two symbols in some way, during which time I must not turn to look at her or communicate with her in any way. Success depends on her understanding why I made the choice I did.

A young man runs out of a house, pursued by several women wearing black and red. Shortly afterward, inside that building, I come across three young men, and I ask, "Which one of you sprinted out of here looking like Orpheus with the Bacchae on his heels?"

I'm looking over some photos of the new cast at the McKittrick. (Side note - last time I dreamed of Orpheus, he was in the McKittrick-as-underworld.) A new storyline has been added in. The photo I'm looking at now shows the woman at the center of that new storyline, sitting on a stool at a diner counter - sad expression, short wavy blonde wig, purple dress, purple purse on the counter. The character's female but always played by a male actor. In the background behind her, there's a man in a suit slouched in one of the booths, watching her. He's a sort of sycophant character, sleazy, untrustworthy, but entirely loyal to her in his own way.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Edwardian England, there's a heavyset, motherly woman gently pushing a sick young woman back down into her bed, over the young woman's protests - she's feeling much better but she's having a hard time thinking straight enough to make herself understood. At this point she's just saying, "No, no." The light from the window is hurting her head, it's much too bright. I'm sympathetic about that, but mostly I'm relieved to be able to see her like this at all, relieved that she's all right and that the connection that lets us see what the other's doing is now working. I haven't seen her in some time.

I see images representing all the other people I have those connections with, with an image representing this woman now added to the end of the line. There are maybe two dozen images here, older connections as I look back farther. The most recent image, aside from that Edwardian scene, represents someone I just saw recently in person, pleasant feelings. As I look farther back, there's one image that instantly brings up feelings of irritation - we don't keep in touch, we've never been able to understand each other, and just this brief visual reminder of her brings up that old frustration. There's a few places where an image should be there but isn't - the woman whose death I dreamed of recently, the roses that turned to ash. And at the other end of the line, the very first two: the first, a woman with a long red braid, a sword in her hand, standing in a snow-covered forest. The second, a more symbolic image - a variety of colorful butterflies hanging in the air against a dark background, two trees just barely visible in the darkness. And a little bit apart from the last of those images, a simple black image to represent me.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm lying on my back in a field hospital in 20th century China. There's a young woman treating me, wearing a uniform, with her hair tied up in two braids. I've been enjoying speaking with her. I haven't been enjoying whatever's in that IV. I'm thinking about the woman mentioned in that previous scene, with the roses turning to ash.

Still in China, I'm in a small boat that a middle-aged man is steering by pole. I've hired him to take me and an old woman back to her hometown, though it's been flooded and abandoned for a very long time. The old woman doesn't live in the present anymore. Her hometown is the place where I last saw that woman with the roses, though that was a long time ago and I don't know if I'll be able to find anything useful there. I haven't been back to this part of the world since before this area was flooded. I focus on the ruins of a building I recognize, as the boat passes underneath.

Morning of December 9, 2014. Tuesday.



I had a typical semi-lucid “make everything crash and explode” dream of much the same nature as from childhood, though the childhood dreams mostly related to deliberately making cars slide around on a highway and crash into each other. Normally, I am never directly focused on the humanity involved in such disasters.

In the first part, from a distance, I deliberately (with telekinesis) cause a 747 to lose altitude and crash into the middle of a city (I guess influence from “The Medusa Touch” movie from 1978 never wore off). From there, I teleport to the location and then cause parts of the still-exploding-and-burning plane to hit a specific bus and then guide certain pieces of that bus (starting with the separated bottom, sides, and roof), to fly a fair distance through the streets of a residential neighborhood to wreak additional havoc. I have no concern of being hit by flying, exploding, and burning pieces even though they are fairly close to me at times. I feel much younger and am fast on my feet.

Later on, there is a scene with several unknown people, mostly males. One has what seems first like a toy flintlock pistol. Over time, after seeming mostly toy-like, I then have a closer look at it and it seems to be a real rifle in some ways, appearing much larger. I take aim with it in a realistically rendered manner but eventually give it back to the other male. It still seems somewhat distorted (toy-like) and with foil-covered plastic parts, including the hammer and trigger. Another unknown male on the other side of the street seems to be communicating particular sentences with me with facial expressions alone, though I do not recall any ideas from the “conversation”.

In an earlier dream, I am reading some sort of Internet-like screen, though it seems to be something different than the Internet. Apparently, it is some sort of forum-like communication but more indirect to where postal mail or something similar is implemented. An unknown female “talks” of a friend’s dream (with hand-printed writing) that featured a window and then asks what a window means in dreams.

I write a long paragraph of what windows (when as a dominant feature or main focus) in dreams have meant for me. I explain how a window can represent a portal between different levels of consciousness or focused awareness. I reflect on one dream where I seemed to be “stuck” in a window, half in and half out, and was semi-lucid at the same time, but in an uncomfortable frame of mind, both unable to wake when I wanted yet unable to enter back into deeper sleep. In another dream I had crawled through a window and became far more lucid than I had been prior to that - a lucidity more defined than some waking states. I relate how looking through a window in some dreams seems akin to watching television in reality. Finally, in a dream from childhood, having jumped from a bridge (while pursued by a brontosaurus), I landed on a window, breaking it, thus “breaking” my dream (I could no longer look up and back into the previous dream scene and see any sign of the brontosaurus) and setting about the waking process by then picking parts of the “broken dream” out of my feet and path.

At any rate, my hand-printed message, in ink, takes up about half a page. There are other things on the paper, which look to be similar to an order form or application of some kind. I plan to scan it and then send the scan digitally, I think.

Dream 1

I don't recall what it was about. All i remember is there was a guy with white bandage all around him like a mummy. But he didn't seem dead or dirty.

Dream 2

I think there was something but my mom woke me up and I didn't pay attention to it. I just tried to go back to sleep.

Dream 3

After two fails I managed to get a dream I could remember.
I began to slowly appear on my bed into the dream world. When I felt like I was 100% in the dream I decided to summon Dawn.I focused on Dawn and slowly he began to appear in the dream. He wasn't in his anime form but I was happy and decided to try focusing on my senses to make the dream more vivid.

After I was done focusing i noticed everything was starting to feel and look a lot more real. I told him that we could leave the room now and he said okay. When we got into the living room Dawn went straight into the kitchen and said he wanted a drink of water. He took the water out the fridge, took a cup and took ice out of the fridge and put it into the cup.

Looking at Dawn I asked him why he wasn't in his anime form. As he was pouring water into the cup or washing it i started to imagine Dawn in his anime form. But only his long white hair appeared. I felt his hair and told him it was better this way cause it was nice and long. He said he knew i liked it or something like that.

After I saw him drinking some water I said I wanted water too and asked him if I could drink his water than took it. I started drinking it and he asked me why didn't I just get my own cup. I said I could have but I didn't see the other cup and that drinking from his cup was better. I than looked at the water and ice in the cup and noticed a red dot moving in it. I changed my mind about drinking it and gave it back to him.

We than left the house into a place that seemed like a classroom or school. I was holding onto Dawns back and noticed there was a shorter boy that was his buddy walking with him. When ever this DC that claims to know Dawn appears in my dream sometimes he looks kind of crippled but hes kind, understanding and friendly. He was able to move more now though.

I got curious and felt like asking Dawn if past lives was a real thing what would his name be. He ignored my question though and kept walking and talking to his friend. I asked him again than asked him if we have been together in the past a lot. He said "yeah, lots of times" than went through a small hole into a really small room that had words on the walls. I pointed out the words on the wall and his friend said the words on the wall were very motivational.

Than Dawn opened the door and jumped into a medium size school/Principal office room with me on his back. There was a little bear running around the room and Dawn and his buddy was running around, laughing trying to keep the bear cub from catching them. Dawn was like " Dang! This little guy kind of scared me when he jumped out!" but in a playful way. Than his friend was like " Yeah, he surprised me too!" As they were running around like crazy I kept telling Dawn to stop running around, but than Dawn made a big jump and I fell off him. The weird thing about this is that when he jumped I was upside down trying to hold onto him before I fell off.

I was mad at Dawn and noticed I was in a empty classroom now. I started calling for Dawn again and he came back. I shouted at him that I was mad at him for ignoring me and I didn't want to talk to him anymore. He said " Fine! I don't care! Do whatever you want to do!" so I ran out of the classroom and tried to go to a different scenery.I didn't feel like going anywhere anymore though and just lay on the ground on my stomach feeling like I didn't really care about the dream anymore. Dawn's friend than walked into my view and sat on the ground. He looked more crippled this time and smiled as if he was saying it was going to be okay. I took his hand and held it in my own and felt better. Than I woke up.

Dream 4

I was going to the store for my family.Somehow i realized it was a dream though. I wanted to read some dream books and found a couple of books on the floor. The place started to change into a library too. But as i was trying to read i saw so many words and thought about how i didn't feel like reading nonsense so i closed the book. After thinking of what to do next for a bit i woke up.

NON LUCID
*I am driving around thinking what shall I eat? I see a whataburger and pull over. The inside is very strange unlike a whataburger in the waking state. Then my friends start to walk in unexpectedly. They all have been smoking cannabis so everyone is happy lol. My friend gives me some good telling me to just pay him back later.

Something to do with a new music building being added to my high school. It has all of this wood paneling and all of this bamboo growing out around the sides.


There was some crazy war going on where two armies were fighting over a supply of peanut butter.

The battlefield is this huge open meadow, surrounded by thick woods. There are a couple of mountains in the distance. The area sort of has a minecraft feel to it, though nothing appears to be made of blocks. I also recall seeing a cartoon drawing that was a map of the battlefield and contained the tactics used by the armies with drawings of cartoon soldiers killing one another. The map was drawn on very high quality parchment paper.

The battle began. One army was clad mostly in steel armor and used swords. All of the men in this army looked really short, and they all looked the same. They appeared to be the more formal army. [Dream Logic]They also had trebuchets that were launching large jars of peanut butter at the enemies that would explode on impact. The peanut butter was sticky and supposedly would slow down the advance of the enemy. [/Dream Logic]

The other army was a small band of tribal men with long dark hair who rode on horseback. They had a very native-american feel to them. They fought with spears and bows mostly. Although they seemed inferior in numbers their tactics and skill in combat was impressive.

Somehow I got into the fight. A group of the steel clad men came after me. I became partially lucid. I started fighting with them; running at them and disarming one. I took his sword and used it to cut down a couple of others. One ran at me from behind, yet somehow I could sense him coming. (Partial lucidity?) I threw him over my left side, both stabbing him and taking his sword. Dual wield. I turned to see what looked like a lieutenant of the steel army readying a bow. (His armor was fancier, I assumed he was important.) I threw one of the swords and it stuck right in his face impaling him.

I then see a couple of the tribe men charging at me on horseback. I throw the other sword, that for some reason becomes a spear when I throw it. It strikes the leader in the leg and also injures his horse who falls over and the whole group trips over him and falls down on him in an almost comedic fashion. A couple of guys manage to get out of the confused pile of horses and charge me. I pick up another sword and get ready to fight when the dream changes.

...

Somehow or other I found myself in my living room. Manei was there, laying on the couch. And for some reason or other I didn't quite grasp that I was dreaming. I thought for some reason that I was awake and imagining that she was there. Something was amiss.

For some reason I still had a spear on me from the previous dream. I was examining it a little, and spinning it around like a bo staff. (Not sure how, though, the living room in our house is tiny.)

She told me that she was upset because she had gotten in trouble with her guide, and that she overall wasn't feeling well. I did my best to be understanding, but I don't think I've ever seen her not all happy and bubbly like she usually is until now. Not having the best grasp of dream/reality didn't help either. I didn't really know what to do, so I dropped the spear and sat down on the other couch across from her, and the dream faded out.

I wonder if I could find Manei's guide and talk to him/her. That's either a really good or really bad idea. The bottom line is: I'm getting somewhere, albeit slowly.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #260: The Prancing Pied Piper

A false awakening takes me downstairs where I putter around for a bit doing silly "chores" like moving chairs around. Then I head back upstairs, totally focused on having a lucid dream when I “return to bed”. Just so that I’ll get in the right mindset, I do a nose pinch reality check and oh hey, check it out, I’m already having a lucid dream! I hold the nose pinch and start leaping and prancing about, waving my other hand in the air. I sing about lucid dreaming while I do this.

I head into my youngest son R’s room, but instead of R, I find my 5-year-old son E sleeping on his bed. “Daddy, what are you doing?” he asks getting out of bed.

I keep singing, prancing, nose-pinching, and waving one arm. I sing, “Lucid dream, lucid dream, lucid dreeeeee-eeeeeeam!” E laughs and says, “Daddyyy!” I think about returning to the master bedroom in the hopes of finding Wife and enjoying some sexytime. But those plans fall through when E gets out of bed, and starts following me around, prancing the same way that I am.

I reflect on the joy of being lucid and this emotion takes me to a desire to hear beautiful music. (I’d chained these feelings together using Dreamer’s goal memory technique.) This is in pursuit of Jenkees’ dare to do cool stuff to a lucid orchestral soundtrack. E and I go prancing into the master bedroom as I realize that I need to stop singing if I’m going to get a new soundtrack.

The lights are on in the bedroom and instead of me or Wife, my friend KS is lying in bed next to some blonde guy with surfer hair. KS gets out of bed and rubs her eyes like it’s the morning. I ignore her and surfer guy, instead phasing my face through the shutters so I can look out into the night. I start creating an orchestral soundtrack in my head.

It sounds nice, but I realize that I’m forcing every note manually and composing it as an act of will. I want it to emerge organically instead. Maybe if I go do something outside. I phase through the window and leap out into the night with a yell. As I’m preparing to take flight, the dream ends.