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I'm walking around my mom's house. I'm naked. I think, "Why am I naked? This isn't right. I'm dreaming!" I think about my body lying in bed. I have the odd sensation of being both horizontal and vertical at the same time. I wake up.

Though it was short, I'm taking this as encouragement! Lucid dream #4.

New york is under attack by another nation, and I am assigned to pilot an experimental aircraft designed for combat in locations like cities where maneuvering and control are more valuable than speed. Their wings can vector the thrust from the engines in any directions, allowing us to fly between buildings.
I don't remember much of the dream, but I recall doing fairly well in the dogfight and taking a dozen or so enemy fighters before being shot down myself. I ejected and floated down into the city. I also recall the city itself. Most of the buildings were still standing with small craters and damage likely caused by the initial attack.

I am at college, and I recall meeting this girl who was just crazy about me. She loved me. This was kind of a bother, because I found her to be annoying and overly-hyper. She wasn't very attractive in my eyes either, but I had decided to give her a chance anyway. I don't really recall what she looked like though...
She took me to her home (that was somehow on the campus). There was a lavish duplex built on the shore of a beach. (Dream sign) Next to it was a pool and a hot tub. She also had a tennis court and a play-place. There were a couple of palm trees around, and the rest of the island was covered in small craggy hills, that looked like miniature mountains.
This whole dream was set during the nighttime, and it was dark. In a strange way, I felt like the island was indoors. I felt like we might be inside a giant skydome or something, like on The Truman Show. Anyways my new girlfriend wanted to go in the hot tub. I told her I had to go change, and went into the duplex where I had a suitcase. And because it was a dream, I kept putting on my bathing suit and have it turn into something that was not a bathing suit while it was on my legs. So I must have removed a pair of jeans or shorts or boxers five times until I put on an actual bathing suit.
Eventually I managed to put on a bathing suit and head out to the hot tub, but this girl was totally ADHD and by the time I got finished changing and got to the hot tub, there she wanted to play tennis. We started heading over to the tennis court (without changing of course) and I lost the dream.

I am having this dream about a real life first person shooter, or some kind of combat training. I can't recall what exactly it was, but I know that it was not a real war. But dirty fighting is still allowed. There are huge teams, I think 16 on 16.
I am geared up with all of this military gear, such as an assault rifle, pistol and some grenades.
Me and two other guys who were much less experienced than me were tasked with guarding this pathway that led out of the woods. Supposedly bad guys would undoubtedly come up this path and into our base. Sure enough, guys did start coming. We used some big trees at the end of the path for cover. We ducked and covered for awhile and managed to take them down.
Then one of the guys I was with started screaming because he saw the enemy commander. The enemy commander was this huge man, about 6'6" and very fat. He wore all black and carried two large SMGs. I told my teammates to give me cover and I ducked behind a fallen tree.
Now what I did next was a bit strange. I dropped my gun, my grenades, my sidearm (a pistol), my body armor, my backpack, and my army coat, leaving only my pants, boots and the sweatiest, grossest tank top I had ever seen. I then ran down the path, dodging the commander's bullets and kicked him as hard as I could in the groin. While he was distracted my teammates shot him.
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There was this other part where everyone had stopped fighting. Apparently there was somebody else who had the same idea as me, this Chinese guy on the other team. He had thrown off all his gear and the two teams were now forcing us to have a MMA fight to determine who would win. We were fighting on a paved basketball court and both teams were watching us fight. I think the Chinese guy beat me, but he told me that I was still a good fighter.

I was having some dream that somehow tied back into all of the previous dreams. I was in a gorgeous beach-side town, riding a bike, trying to find my way back to a hotel that my family was checked into. Most of the town was fairly low, with just a few cottages, a small downtown and a lighthouse on the beach. But at one point, I rode down this path and found this huge parking lot with all of these tailgaters parked in it and partying. Beyond that was a massive city composed of these mid-rise buildings and following that were these massive angular glass skyscrapers.
For some reason, the thing I recall most about this moment was the sky. Okay, yeah there was a small second sun near the first, but the clouds looked gorgeous. I remember looking all around and seeing these amazing cloud formations. Layers upon layers of clouds.
I began riding my bike into the tailgate lot. I asked myself why it seemed so hard to make it back to the hotel, why does the town seem to keep changing.
Maybe it's because I'm dreaming. I do a nose pinch just to confirm. I'm dreaming. I decide to get off the bike. I tell myself that I will hop off and begin flying. I leap off to the side. I don't start flying. I just land on the ground.
I begin walking out toward the beach. I stomp my feet on the pavement trying to get a feel for the dream. I find that the feeling of stomping (and the 'shock') that runs up your leg makes for good dream stabilization. The clarity begins to increase. I rub my hands together and further the clarity.
I look around at the tailgate, but now it looks more like a school cafeteria setting, but outdoors. I think to myself about how all the dream characters in that setting are just aspects of my subconscious mind. I look out over the coast, and see the waves rolling in. My lucidity seems very clear, and I think to myself how I haven't felt this lucid in awhile.
I think to myself about what happened last night; the unsolved mysteries and unanswered questions. I begin heading toward the beach thinking that I can somehow use the sand to transport myself.
The dream clarity falls through very quickly and I wake up. I try to WBTB, and nearly get it. I recall some hypnogogic imagery about a robotic claw moving these long, square cardboard boxes. I think the robotic claw was made out of cardboard as well. I recall some kind of designation number on the end of the box. I try to latch onto it and form a new dream. It doesn't seem to work. I give up, and just allow myself to wake up..

Dream - Lucid

I was at the mall with I think my friend Ashley. She had gone off to do her own thing. I was thinking about coloring my hair something crazy, like light blue or pink. I "remembered" when my hair had been very short and straight and a bunch of different colors at once, like in vertical stripes. I remember pink and light blue being two of the colors. I thought my hair had looked quite cute that short.

I then was in this place where the people there did some sort of spiritual healing ritual. It was very expensive, and I felt like the things they were saying to the customers were generic and recycled; it had no meaning, therefore it held no weight. I didn't want to try it, but they talked me into it. The main person doing it was a man. He said something about my aura being purple. He was using this machine/crystal thing that had a purple glow to concentrate my energy. As it was happening, I felt different, but I wasn't sure if the thing was working or it was just the power of suggestion. When it was over, I didn't want to pay as much money as they were asking so they gave me a discount. I don't remember paying or the amount I paid.

Something about me getting left at the mall. I believe Ashley had left because we had been there for so long.

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The store from the last dream that did the spiritual healing was somehow a suspect in the disappearance and death of a girl. I was at my friend Grace's house with some other people. The people from the store had brought all the stuff from the store to her house in the living room. We were going to question them. We were then in the kitchen and Grace was pouring us all a glass of milk. I didn't have the heart to tell her I don't drink milk. She was getting glasses out of a cupboard that was very high up. She left a small thing of chocolate milk up there with a tall glass. Everyone else had gone in the other room but me. I opened the cupboard to get the milk out and take the glass, but I then remembered that Grace is picky and was probably putting it up there so no one else would take it. I left it there.

We were then in the other room with the store people and all their stuff. I think we were trying to play it off like we weren't questioning them or anything, just having a house call or whatever. I felt nervous about it though because I didn't want them to play the game back. I didn't stay in the room for much of the dream.

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I was inside of this pen outside with some other people. It was like it was my job, though I'm not sure what we were doing. There were other pens around as well. I was topless. I hoped no customers saw, but I'm sure they did. I finally put on a light blue t-shirt that I own IWL. I did not put on a bra, however. I then put on the white button up I usually wear to work IWL, though in the dream, it was a much tighter version. I stepped into the shirt instead of unbuttoning it to put it on. I thought I had slid my arms into the sleeves. I then had a jacket or something on over all of that, and I could see that the white work shirt was crooked. I took the jacket off and saw that I hadn't put my arms in the sleeves. I started to do so, and the damn shirt felt so uncomfortably tight around my tummy! I commented about the tightness of the shirt. I put the jacket back on and it was less crooked now, but still kind of crooked. I kept trying to straighten it. You could also see these black circles/stars from the blue shirt (that aren't on the IWL version) peeking out the top of the work shirt.

I then was in a pen with some little kids (the pens seemed to be segregated by age). One wanted me to pick him up, and I awkwardly did. I was holding him in the middle of my body. I couldn't see while holding him, but I carried him around the pen. After putting that one down at some point, I picked up a smaller, younger little boy. He was probably only a toddler. I decided to try to pick him up another way, the way I usually see people carrying children: On their hip. So I picked him up and carried him on my right side. It was much easier, and the right way to do it. I could see and everything. I carried the child around the pen and gave him to his mom. I then noticed that his mom had one arm and a small stump mid arm for her other arm, as if her arm hadn't fully developed. I then noticed that the child had a leg like that. I hadn't noticed at all. I was proud of myself for not noticing and looking past physical deformity.

I then wanted to play League of Legends...in real time, though it was much different than real LoL. I watched these kids running around a pen playing it. It was nighttime and dark. The kids all had a light blue spark following/around their heads. I heard this crazy monster noise and one of the kids was attacked and "died". Something happened to the blue spark, though I can't quite recall what. It moved. I didn't see this part, but I knew the kids would respawn. I was then "remembering" the death/respawning happening to me. I couldn't remember what it felt like to be "dead". I wanted to play with the kids, but only certain age groups could play together; I would have to play with adults.

Well its been a while folks, still really interested in all this but sometimes life gets in the way. Massively vivid dream last night, seemed to last a few hours and contained many recurring themes from past dreams. There is this girl I went to school with, she was always fairly quiet, but we got along well, and once we won a doubles tennis tournament when we were doing A-level PE. Despite never being close to her she seems to pop up in these dreams even more than ex's do which I find kind of odd. It is almost like I have grown feelings for her through these dreams when before them I did not really think I felt anything for her really. They are all just based around being with her at parties, trying to get closer to her etc, but even in these dreams i have barely got more than a quick kiss. Sometime during this one I remembered that she is now married with a kid, this should have ben enough to get me lucid but I didn't quite make the connection, although it did change the flow of the dream as we left the party. I headed to the beach and had some long weird dreams but the details are pretty hazy. Hopefully I'll be posting here more often now as the time and motivation are back and I know I will often be lucid if I just put in a little effort.

Big dreaming night, many dreams and frags over many sleep cycles

(early)

+ elevator in a (off-limits?) construction area, getting in with others it's a double-car elevator, I'm concerned the elevator may start moving before I get on, the elevator is actually two cars side by side and each one can move independently

+ sitting at a table in a restaurant with a group of guys, one friend, there's a plate of one-square-foot sized slices of cheese, there was some other food before the cheese arrived, one guy is friendly

+ driving past a caravan of yaks on the right side of the road, the yak shepherds are dishevelled and look kind of like yaks, too, the yaks have long black hair and the shepherds are wearing long haired black dirty coats.

+(f) in an art gallery?

(mid)

+ meeting a middle-aged woman to play racquetball in the gym, we're late, she's not dressed yet to play, she decides to bail, I'm mad, I go look at the courts (with another guy), my ball has a bit split in it. I'm ready to play, I haven't played in a long time, I'm really looking forwards, I find my opponent who is not dressed and she says she's not going to play, I'm really mad because I wanted very much to play, she asked forgiveness several times. I go look at the courts, it is a block of courts side-by-side, they're made of grey concrete, the main part of the courts are normal, but they're open in the back 1/5 or so so balls from one court could go into other courts. I want to hit my ball around by myself but it doesn't fly well, I notice it has a huge split in it and is blue, the guys in the next court are playing with a green ball which is also split

+ washing my hands in a large sink in the middle of a room with others around, the woman (nun?) shows me the correct faucet (there were many) to use, and I rinse the soap off of my hands

(late)

+ in crowded store stepping over rectangular frames trying to get out of the way to "clear the traffic jam" (of people), people are buying huge square sheets of paper/plastic. I don't want to damage the large cardboard square frames but there are so many of them I can barely get one leg over, I stabilise with one hand on the check-out counter.

+(f) cat with no head visible sleeping half off of cabinet and slowly slipping down, I call to son S2 to come and look at the cat quickly but she slowly slips off and falls down to the ground and wakes up.

+(f) guy carrying a bucket with "WWW" and "Web" painted on opposite sides, I thought this was a clever/subtle/ironic joke about the internet

+ in car with wife driving, we're heading up a hill (LL Dr. in B) heading up the big turn that will lead by LL park, she is not looking in the direction of the road and I say urgently "Watch where you're going when you're driving!" Some guys in the back seat mumble agreement with me. She turns up and to the left and there's an accident blocking the road ahead of us: there's a car (1970's long rectangular station wagon) parked on the other side of the street right at the curve, and somebody from our part of the road went straight instead of following the curve to the right and hit the parked car, and the line of cars behind it are blocking the turn up and to the right. We drive by the line of cars and see the dented side of the parked car. There's a "short cut" right in front of us that leads off to the left of the road and my wife drives there, since we're on a hill and the road leads down we're driving blindly for a second with the road invisible, when the front of our car heads down the hill I see we're driving on the dirt hill to the side of the road and I tell my wife to get back on the road, we do get back.

This is a terrifying road, it's like driving on a mobius strip: no guard rails, the road leans at impossible angles, and there's a steep fall off on either side. The road is colored blue and looks to be made of rubber, I think racers may drive here.

We reach a safe stopping point and I walk ahead to scout for a safe path off this horrible road. I quickly find the freeway and there's a little down next to it, there must be an onramp here, so I intend to return to our car and lead us to the freeway.

Walking back I see in the distance a man who's dressed like a USPS postal carrier with two legs in a casts, I think he must have been driving back at the accident.

Walking through a small strip mall with a few stores I'm thinking about Chinese restaurants and how I'm going to visit some on my trip to California (coming up in waking life soon).

But now I'm in California already? I'm not at the airport though, I'll have to go there in order to pick up my rental car.

Up ahead I see a travel agency and I see my wife through the glass windows, I go in, and see the body of a small dog who looks like our old dog, his head is obscured. When we call him he comes to us but he's not our dog, and in fact has such a short body that it looks like just a dogs head walking on 4 feet.

Paraphrasing most entries so no hashtags...some just cut & pasted from digital DJ.

*Sexual content in many spots.
10/1 DILD: I was so angry at people cutting in front of me at an elevator line that the emotion instantly lifted me about 1 yard/meter off the ground which immediately clued me in that I was dreaming. I let the anger carry over into my lucidity and was venting telling them how I can just fly to the top of the building...I don't need this f-ing elevator...and I can smack you around if I want to, rip off your clothes, so there it turned sexual and I ripped of a few women's clothes with TK floating above the crowd feeling omnipotent. It was quite fun but I should have moved straight to some goals and ended up waking up as my wife got out of bed (99% sure that wasn't an FA). 213

9/27 I believe 3 separate lucid events and that HH's SSILD and visualization were the keys. After low key game. Waited 1 hour after waking to record dreams due to breakfast ready. The first one I went back to sleep trying to get more and I think I forgot too many details. I think it was the dream in the #shopping area and I'm #lookingFor #lostItem shopping bag I set down on this couch or chair and its missing when I go back. The lucid part is sexual with a sexy woman something about her curves and fine body. 210

The second lucidity event I am walking past the #school that is having a big sports or Olympics day with all the students competing in different events but I paid particular attention to students playing #rugby. When I first look at them I wondered if they weren't wearing football pads but upon further examination or dream transitioning they were clearly not wearing football pads and I could see them doing a rugby scrum. This transitioned to me playing with them and narrator talking about how one of the ways to score is kicking the ball through the uprights and one of the guys kicks the ball forward and I leap up to catch it but a taller guy catches it first I continue running down the field leaping into the air and I realize that I'm dreaming I have a lot of fun bounding across the field. 211

Third lucid event seems to start as a DEILD As I am visualizing in bed and I get the scene of a sexy woman and as I enter the scene there is a table, paper and a pointed plastic writing pen and ink that you dip it into and I write different messages to see how well I can write in a lucid dream. I forget exactly the first words I wrote but they came out pretty good but when I tried to write "dream" and it was very hard to read and I had more trouble with the ink getting more runny and not sticking to the writing device and the colors were getting too light to show on the white piece of paper. I've then start to remember that there was a sexy woman when I first came into the scene and I could see her sitting on the far end of the table. As I go to move towards her it gets a little foggy but I stay patient and focus first on her toes and her toenails painted with nail polish and slowly work my way up her leg with her body reforming. I reach under her dress
and caress her sexy legs and butt and remove her underwear. I reach for her wonderful warm moisture before working my way up to her top before waking up. 212

Stats from app: 12:15-10am xyz spikes113, 335 356 417 445 wbtb@530recall slipped away; 604 recheck app@620-625 xyz: 658?dild 712?dild 805 840deild 908wife up audio+xyz spike, 920 925 952 (late more tossing and turning? Earlier c/b combo of my and wife's movements?)

9/21 Lucid #sex with perfect, perky #Russian girl. Her breasts her butt! Her skin so soft after some hesitation from her I showed her she wanted me bad and she let me touch her everywhere. Thought about fingering her behind but afraid the dream might come up with a surprise there. Later sex with M, the friend of wife with twin sister. I told her it is okay...it's just a dream! She says "Your c*ck is so big! After exploding inside her my wife and I walk out of party and through a #shopping area with various #stores with groceries and #restaurants and my DC wife is proud of her stud "since it is all a dream" my new pick up line. I am scanning all of the DC's we pass. One lady looks interesting but I'm looking for a certain type since I already had 2 women so far this dream. 209

9/20 Awesome vivid tsunami dream where I am calm and lead a rescue.
WILD/LD 1: I thought I was just visualizing when a dream materialized. I hear Girl Friday downstairs and go down to hook up. Go semi-lucid as various people judge my interest in her but regain it when I see a girl in lingerie laying on the floor trying to seduce me. She is too young. I pick her up and hold her like a father would. 206

LD 2: I think that I WILD again. I am laying in bed visualizing when I find myself in a scene laying under the stars. I remember the striking feeling and realism of opening my dream eyes wide to soak in the whole view with so many stars in every direction. It was extremely beautiful and felt like a spiritual experience. I remembered my personal goal that I tied into the TOTM. 207

LD 3: Awake again visualizing and enter non-lucid dream at some point turned DILD.<snip> He leaves it unattended on oven to overflow and the oven starts to fill up with water like a clothes washer but it's open so the water would flow out onto the floor. I start to try to turn it off and then realize this is a dream the oven can't just turn into clothes washer. I fly up from there up out of the house but then I remember Girl Friday was there and I fly back down into the house but I seem to have messed up the visuals but I stay patient. I go into the living room in a bit of a fog I go sit down on the couch next to where Girl Friday was in the dream. I reach out for her and she seems to be forming back into my dream and I'm looking down at the floor and there's this round item rolling back and forth by itself that was cool. I think I'm forgetting a lot because I waited until the morning to record everything until I'm actually getting up. I did record the tsunami dream during wake back to bed which I'm doing shorter now. Factors for improved multiples? Vivid dream at beginning of night. DEILD focus. Visualization at each awakening. Stop and ask if dream. More frequent random natural self awareness. Back to lumosity. Adding a little fat back into my diet. 208

9/19 LD 1: This whole thing, this whole discussion and scenario has all been a dream! Start to get naked then decide to do nose plug=can breathe but am I fully plugging it, do finger through palm and proceed to get naked. I call for Girl Friday to come in and as I hear her (or someone approaching) I wake up. 204

LD 2: A noise (my wife leaving) wakes me up and I DEILD back into what looks like the same scene as my previous dream except I notice a mirror and look into it to see myself as a woman who looks like a thinner version of Julia Louis-Dreyfus. I decide to open my blouse and check out my breasts. They are small but nicely shaped. I sit down and take off my pants with plans to check out down there but I transform back to myself with my normal junk down there and all. I fade back to bed and fade in and out of some dreamlets including one with a little Asian girl I felt drawn to protect named Ashikara. I am trying to find her again in the fog and a little blonde girl pokes her head around a corner and disappears. Possible NREM lucid but not counting this part after the LD with me as a woman. 205

9/18 Examining source of smoke makes me lucid. Smoke coming from underneath carpet, pull it back, embers present, hole under carpet, look closer and hole gets bigger, think it looks like mouse hole and a mouse comes out. There are many orange ear plugs down this hole. Earlier I attempted the glottal RC and had trouble hinting a dream already but the above scenario confirmed it. Convincing FA. 203

9/15 Standing over bed seeing fleas on bed made me lucid. Wife there also. 202

9/12 I see Cameron Diaz and realize I am dreaming. I walk up to her and give her a kiss on the lips and then look at her again and she still looks mostly like her but with no make-up. I think FA after. Also DEILD focus bleeding into NLDs. 201

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid

Note: I think these arena styled dreams I have are probably one of my dream signs, they seem to happen A LOT.
Dream 1: Game Arena (7:20am)
In the typical RPG style of killing monsters and collecting experience, I traverse a night-time landscape in a sort of arena-like battlefield in 3rd person. It feels like a game, my character is a shadow alien (similar to Aliens vs. Predators) that I equip with powerful weapons (unsure what they were), I storm the field and reap kill after kill, slaughtering these flying gargoyles practically as they spawn in the sky. My weapon of choice seems to be homing electric energy balls that I shoot from hands, there’s a charge bar, the longer I charge the energy for, the more damage it does – I recall figuring this out just before I woke up. It seems that the more I kill, the stronger I get, and I’m killing these creatures faster than anyone else in the game. While killing these things is obvious, the main objective isn’t. It felt like the character had a perk skill tree that I had optimized in typical munchkin style to ‘break the game’. The skills that I had invested in were conjuring, so I could conjure weapons of various kinds and infuse them with elemental prowess, like my electric powers.

Dream 2: Gladiator Arena (9:20am)
This dream had a 1st person perspective, I prefer these ones, yet I was in another arena-style dream for the second time in one night. The area was a well-lit giant tent on a lawn (like a circus tent, but the fabric was white) and in the centre of this tent was a metal dome held up by 4 poles beneath it, it was probably 3 metres high and you could run beneath it. I recall that the death-match started on top of this large dome, but people were quickly eliminated or ran to a better vantage point. Everyone had weapons, but no one was allowed a ranged weapon, and the most powerful weapon was owned by none other than Kim Jong Un himself, he was using a giant pogo stick that had a scythe on it. He nearly got me at one point but I managed to psych him out by leaping and grabbing the rim of the dome, he thought I was going to climb up. He pogo bounced his way on top of the dome and I let go and ran beneath it. Woot!
So the dream feels like it progressed a bit at this point, leaping ahead to a later point in the death match (I had a feeling the match was almost over). I walk around looking for more opponents, and stumble on Kim Jong Un, except he’s been eliminated and he’s on some stairs to the exit, crying hard. He converses with me and tells me how he ended up losing; he’s very upset by this... So I convince the sobbing dictator to give me his pogo stick, he complies but just as I’m leaving I see he didn’t give the scythe-like handlebar, sneaky bozo. I get it off him and as soon as I walk out from where he was crying, I get spotted by a woman on stilts who transform her weapons into wings and swoops down towards me. Battle ensues, and I wake up. I think I might have lost on account of not knowing how to use a pogo stick.

So i am in my garage except it is really dirty and messy in here. I guess this is what a garage would look like if it was used as my recreational station. I have never smoked in my life or abused drugs. Progressing through the dream I seem to be and experience expert. i created a blunt but it was being air filtered by a pen so that i would smell like weed or stink up the place. No evidence was left. After I finish, i get up and apparently am high. never being high in my life i ask my self so is this what it feel likes to be high. After cleaning up i exit the garage... my mom is outside in my dream mind I'm like well its over. But my self confidence is up the roof and i know i have done everything correct and she cant find any proof; not suspecting a thing she sends me to through the trash.

I took last night "off" from attempting to remember my dreams and lucid dream. I don't think I sleep as well when I do that. I was headache-y and just not feeling good as a result. I did remember one dream from last night anyway--I dreamed I was a member of SG-1 (from the show "Stargate SG-1"). Sam Carter and Jack O'Neill were there. We were talking about getting the team back together. I'm excited about the idea, but say that I would need some training. I've been out of action for a while.

I was happy to get a good night's rest, though this came at the cost of dream progress. I'm not willing to sacrifice the quality of my sleep, at least on a constant basis. I'm also not willing to sleep much more than usual. I have a lot to do in waking life! I do not want to give up on lucid dreaming though, by any means.

I talked with my husband. Turns out he's actually a really talented lucid dreamer. (I'm not sure why we haven't talked about it before.) He suggested I get *really* specific about my dream goals. Instead of saying, "I want to say hello to someone", I should decide who I want to meet, where we're going to be, what clothes we will be wearing, etc. Every detail I can think of. He suggested I say "Hello" to Carl Sagan, and then ask him for his apple pie recipe!!! I love that man so much. (My husband. Oh, and Carl Sagan.)

I have tomorrow off, so I can sleep in. Time for some dreaming!

I watch a plane crash on the television as part of a breaking news story. The last part of the clip before they cut it shows the plane flying away from the crash site. It doesn't make sense to me, so I re-play the scene in slow motion. This time, the second plane is a missile. Both are in fact missiles. Nuclear missiles. I get on my computer and try to find the exact town in England where the crash happened, but can't find it. Just a bunch of English towns. Finally, I spot the wreckage.

As soon as I see the wreckage, I'm on a bus that's headed right to the crash site. My mom is on the bus, as well as my good friends. Up ahead is an unexpected building, billowing with thick gray smoke. Just pumping smoke out the top of it like it is manufacturing something. Our bus stops at a gate just before this building and a bunch of men with guns board our bus speaking a combo German/Italian language that I can't understand. Through their non-verbal cues, I understand that they must search our bus and everyone on it before they let us go on our way.

One of the men searches me, but gets upset when he sees that I'm wearing a belt. He passes me to the next guy who also finds nothing hidden. Even more upset than the first guy, he picks me up by my shoulders, and shakes me vigorously as if to get any pills to fall out my ass if I were a drug mule. Fortunately (for many reasons) there is nothing.

They finally let us all go. I sit down back in my seat, cautious not to draw any unwanted attention to myself. I see my high school sweet heart in the seat right in front of mine and we smile at each other. Then I see several layers of cloth all stacked on top of one another. The cloth itself begins to speak, telling me, "There are many ways to love a woman." Then the pile of stacked cloth lays completely flat on the bus seat, melting into it. Seems like good advice I suppose...

Looking out the window, I watch as we pass the building from earlier. It is a power plant that burns some sort of smoky fuel, powering the entire town around it. Set up like some post-apocalyptic utopia, the buildings are all caddywhompus, but well maintained McGuiver style. The bus stops abruptly in the center of the town, and everyone is forced off of it.

I am taken to the front of a tank column and strapped to the front of it as a human shield for the point tank. Definitely not a safe place to be in general, let alone for what I fear is about to happen. Meat shields make me sad, but I'm happy that it's me and not someone else. Completely bound, I tensely watch from the front row of the action as a group of fighters (who I assume are on my side) ambush the tanks. The whole ridge above us seems to have come alive with machine gun fire and anti-tank rockets. Sadly, they are all killed by the tank fire and .50 Cal machine guns.

Due to all the rough driving, my bindings come loose toward the end of the fray and I make my get away, running as fast as I can before they notice. I dart into the first building I come across and hide up in the attic. I get the feeling that ninja-assassins have seen me hide in here, and are on their way sneaking inside. I have to do something to prepare myself.

I magically find in my hand a plastic spray bottle with an enchanted liquid inside that causes whoever is sprayed in the eyes to face their biggest fear. I test it on a nearby cat, who goes completely wide eyed, and then rigid for a few moments before moving again. The cat seemed to enjoy this, and now is like my minion. I direct it to the far corner of the room to help warn me of anyone approaching. Another cat walks right up to my face and looks at me like it too wants to get the fear spray. I spray it in the face once, and it reacts just like the first. Before I decide what to do with it, a third cat approaches and I do the same.

I send one of the cats down the attic stairs to investigate, amazed that the cats are voluntarily helping me through our unusual connection via the fear spray. I am about to spray myself in the face with it, but before I do, I hear someone downstairs. Sneaking down the ladder, there are no lights on anywhere, just a mysterious blue glow. I step on the floor and it is really wet.

A creepy woman's voice whispers directly into my ear, "The true test is how well you can step quietly through a puddle of blood" Quite a sadistic test, especially since she could've just killed me right there instead of toying with me like this. I see now that the entire floor is flooded with about a quarter an inch deep of blood. I get a quick mental flash back of this same woman killing a bunch of soldiers in this room using knives and dodging their bullets, and then draining their blood everywhere.

Thinking about her challenge, my feet change from wearing shoes, to slippers, back to shoes, and then to socks before settling on barefoot as I consider how to stay quietest. Barefoot it is then... The cold, sticky blood is really creepy, and not more than a few steps in, the sticky noises give me away.

She lunges at me, trying to bite my throat in half. I get a clear look at her face for the first time, it resembles a zombie face, with dark red slime and nastiness all around her mouth, crazy demonic eyes, and greasy straight black hair. I push against her chest and stomach to hold her back and get knocked on my back over some furniture. She jumps at me, using her teeth as her main weapon as I struggle to keep her off me. Pushing against her stomach, it turns into a dark empty void like space, but darker somehow. From this void, a second pair of arms reach out to fight me. Struggling with these, I kick at her, only to find another portal open up at her waist from which a second pair of legs come through kicking at me. There is blood everywhere, and she just doubled her limbs while trying to bite me to death. This fact sinks in a bit and I wake up.

I'm a man traveling together with an old friend and several people I've met more recently - we're on a mountain road covered in snow, leading horses. A few red berries on the branch we're passing underneath caught my eye, everything else is bare. I'm thinking about the place we've just been turned away from, feeling annoyed. We were counting on this letter written by the head of a monastery to convince the master of some estate or something along those lines to let us stay there until the snow melts, but there was some trouble with the man the letter was addressed to. Right now I'm walking next to a blonde woman dressed in red who's worried about food. I cheer up as I talk to her, and I'm saying that food won't be a problem for tonight, "Dieter and I found a veritable mountain of-"

I was lucid for many hours this night and most of it was astral. I seem to have been handed over to the woman who I was showed off to in the dream where I was being tested. She is very patient and we mostly just walked around inside a crowded building and talked. She is 100% intolerant of my trying to get touchy or cuddly with any of the woman how were there. She would make the dream go grey screen the moment I was getting distracted by women. She did not prevent me from changing the visuals so that random female DCs were topless.

I had to wake up three times to pee and was able to instantly return to her each time. Surprisingly I had quiet a bit to drink that night but it did not seem to hold me back.

The most memorable lesson was on how to consciously shift vibrational frequencies to move to a new location. These locations overlap and were shown basically like floors of a multilevel building with the shift being like operating an elevator. I still am not sure how she was doing it.

I wanted to incubate this LD for a long time. When I was in high-school (not so long ago) I talked all the time to this girl I really liked but I never achieved anything with her and felt like a loser because of it. So you know, I wanted to go back in time and instead of wasting my time talking to her, do whatever it was I wanted to do with her. I know is kinda pathetic but I needed to get this girl out of my system.

Tried this dream a lot but eventually gave up. I couldn't get the girl to spawn! Or the school! I guess I got better at this by trying the Dream Views tasks of the month!



I found my self at my old high-school's entrance and instantly became LUCID! And then went in (you need to get through the elementary first in order to get to the high-school's section). I remember how real it felt, all the children running around and the teachers just casually greeting me, "good morning", it was the trippiest thing ever. Just like another day at school! I entered the high-school section and friends were greeting me and stuff. I got to the place I usually talk to her (by some vending machines) but she wasn't there. A friend came by and I told her to bring her for me, she said okay. After like 5 seconds, there she was walking towards me! And even hotter than in real life! She had an attitude but I used my will to get her to chill out. And yes, we definitely didn't just talk this time. I had some fun with her right in the middle of the school, with everybody looking at us. And I can proudly say that I got her out of my system!

I incubated this dream, and used the WILD technique to get there, so I was lucid for the entire experience. I emerge into the dream standing in a Mexican style concrete cabana, at an azure blue ocean delta. The sand was white; the sky was blue, and no clouds. I could see the heat radiating off the sand, distorting the scenery in the distance. It was so hot, and the air was thick with the smell of salt. The cabana was right on the edge of one of the delta’s rivers. I immediately thought I should try some fishing. My rod and tackle magically appeared out of nowhere. This gear was heavy duty and perfect for catching a huge fish. I look for bait, but all I found was a beaver tail. It was sitting on the concrete floor, in the cabana, off to the side. I picked up the tail and baited the hook. I was going to cast the bait into the river beside the cabana, but decided not to, because the water was too shallow, and I couldn’t see any fish swimming. I decided to head out across the delta to look for a more suitable fishing spot. As I walked I could feel the sand grains against my feet. There was no vegetation anywhere. Just rivers and sand bars. After a short walk, I found the perfect spot, a deep river which faded from pale blue at the edge to dark blue in the middle. There must be fish here! I cast my rod downstream at a 45 degree angle from shore, and waited, for a huge fish to bite onto the beaver tail. Suddenly, there's a huge bite, and my rod bends right over! I pulled back on the rod hard. Then the line went loose. Was the fish gone? I then thought, this would really suck if an alligator had taken the beaver tail (being lucid I shouldn’t of thought about an alligator being there). Oh no, there’s a 12 foot alligator on the line and he’s swimming fully speed at me. He hit the shore running, and there was nowhere to go. Was I scared? Heck no, I was lucid! I ran right at the alligator, wrapped my arms around its thick scaly chest, and then picked him up. His long tail was lying bent across the beach. I then hugged him passionately. I’ve made a very conscious effort never to hurt anything in my lucid dreams. The alligator then turned into a beautiful woman. Her head was over my shoulder, so I have no idea who she was. I just held her close in my arms, and thought, maybe she’s someone I love. I few seconds later I woke up.

04.10.2014

Meeting the professor after fighting hordes of monsters (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I came from some sort of fight with a lot of monsters. The monsters came to me like in hordes and I was able to blast them off like with energy waves:







I remember I had a partner that I needed to help, but he ended up dying in the fight so I had to proceed alone. I called a professor that was going to help me in this quest for some reason and he told me to just go ahead and visit him to enter the reports of what just happened. I had not much idea how to get there, but I remember I needed to use the crystal elevator from Willie Wonka's Factory:







I had no idea how did it work, but I knew I had to make it fly, so I pushed a big red button and it started to fly high. I recall I needed to keep pushing a couple buttons in order to make some retrorockets work, otherwise I would crash. The professor was calling me, but I could not pick up the phone as I was driving the elevator.

Suddenly, the dream went into third person and I was controlling the whole dream from the distance. I started to play silly trying to avoid someone grabbing me. I believe that Darunia, King Goron was trying to grab the elevator:







I avoided him a few times and played silly until I decided to land. It was cloudy, maybe even a little rainy and I was near an old school hospital. The hospital looked like almost in ruins, as it was in a very bad shape.

I got inside the hospital and it looked futuristic on the inside, with a lot of machinery that does not exist in waking life. There were a few research rooms that were locked, as there were experimental stuff behind them. As I started to share with the professor what was going on, the lights went off. Everybody freaked out and ran away. It seemed that one of the rooms contained both Ebola and hepatitis viruses, but they were an altered version, extreme airborne courageous. I was afraid I would catch either or both illnesses and started feeling bad, but the professor told me I did not catch it.