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Journal Entry Lucid #71 Dream,Lucid, thoughts in dream,(Comments)
Background:Since this is me looking back at my old DJ, I didn't write what I did I was too lazy, so I can't write anything here.

Lucid Dream # 71, day: 08/14/14, time: 3:50-4:03 Am " It's just a Weird plot":
I am looking at an ant hill. I am trying to find the biggest hill to do some sort of math problem. As I was putting stickers on them a female, EN, showed up and she tried to seduce me. She put her butt out, bending over to touch me. She started to grind her butt in front of me. I yelled, "What are you doing?". She turned around and smiled back at me. She stood upright and I put my hand on her shoulder to tell her that it is wrong. Instead she grabs my hand and puts them on her boobs. I freaked out and moved my hands right away. I looked around and saw that I am in my backyard. She is still next to me. I put my and on her boobs I am turned on. She turned over and replied, "yeah, grab my ass", so I did. I thought about this weird plot and realized it was a dream.I got up and shredder from TMNT showed up and beat me up. He knocked me out. I thought I woke up and it was over with .

I got up and he told me to leave. I did, and I still had a katana, a type of sword on my back. I was angry that I couldn't defend myself from the shredder. I could feel the heaviness of the katana in my hand. I tried to slice objects with the katana. I see a group of martial arts students followed by a female sensai. I see them fight each other. I told them to be careful with the katana. They instructor informed me that they are fake. I looked closer at them and realized that they are indeed plastic. I realized that it is a dream. I told the DC to ask herself "what is real?", "is this real", "am I real?", "Am I you imagination?". She replied, "it feels weird". I said, "yeah it's ok to feel weirded out by it". As I was walking trying to make dream stable, I see ES. I am rubbing my hand I could feel the dream fade. As I am waking, ES says to me, "I need to suffocate". I looked at him weird and he said, "breath! breath!". I said, "Ok...ok" kinda annoyed. We found our way to the small room in church. I smell cow or horse manure and it reminded me of my childhood home. ES is talking, "They are no supposed to be here, only we know this place." I opened a door to my backyard. She, EN, wasn't there. I was relived. My dream kept its intensity. I didn't want to think about task or anything. I flew around and before I woke up I saw a Ninja turtle and a roller coaster. . It wasn't false memory, but it was exaggerated I may have walked by a farm or horse dump but at the moment I thought I was once living at a farm.

Dream - 8:00AM

I'm walking around a place with escalators. I see a guard in my way, I keep hitting him until he moves. He eventually gives in and offers to pull down a leaver which was on the wall, and does it. Im standing near a wall and it opens a special storage box inside the wall. There's brick like things in the way. The scene has changed to my rumpus room sf my house but still see bricks etc. Ben and I begin to take bricks off and as we almost reach last brick Ben gets cautious. He puts a cloth over the area, as If he was expecting some sort of creature to come out. A snake comes out. Ben tries to pick it up and it hisses at him. It's now on the floor. it's small medium size black snake. Ben is dad now. Dad puts a shoe over it and tries to cover hole where it may escape. I try to fix it so the hole is completely sealed but i make it worse. Snake escapes again and it can shrink itself into small blob and still move. It makes it's way under the couch. It comes out again and dad throws something over it again. I put a jacket over it but the snake pushes it's body and head up and it looks as if it's standing with a sheet on its head. I see Rex underneath the snake and snake bites Rex's ear, I freak out and stop it by pulling it away. Rex doesn't seem bothered and is still laying there.

Dream Fragment:

I'm outside and I see people. At a petrol station?

Side Notes:

Neck felt much better tonight but recall was shit once again. I've been putting effort into my affirmations and not getting rewarded. Not sure what's up but will just keep on keeping on.

I wasn't trying to remember my dreams so I forgot the first one.

Second Dream

Something I don't remember happened than I appeared in SP. Someone I couldn't see covered my mouth and tried to rape me. After that I appeared on the bed again and called out to my dream mom. I wanted to wake up because I was afraid and my mom grabbed both my hands and told me not to worry. I bit my rubbery hand and after a few seconds woke up.

Third Dream

I have no clue what happened in the beggining but I became lucid after I noticed the elevator wasn't working in the dream. I left the Asian guys I was with and saw a lady cutting open something on a counter. I asked where the stairs were and she kept showing me secret stairways to go through. I chose one and told the lady who was mad at me to forgive me for leaving her.(I was joking) After I left I noticed I was in a secret facililty in a city where dream things were being kept from the public. I took out two blades and cut the teddy bear that flew in my way. I was kind of slow but managed to find my away around it. I ran out the building and a FBI agent started chasing me. I hid behind a pole than ran after that.I noticed the world looked like a anime and I was a blonde anime boy as I was running and thought it was pretty cool. I woke up after running for a bit though.

*As I was writing I recalled at the beggening I was at a school running from a guy and outsmarting someone and something about getting a new game?...Oh! I became lucid after my cousin tried fighting me. But I used my dream skills to block her attacks. She started crying after that too. I didn't feel bad cause I knew it was just a dream though. The thing I don't recall is how I ended up in the elevator but it doesn't matter so....

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #231: Fedoras and Flatulence

I wake up feeling disappointed that I didn’t manage to have a lucid dream. Well, too late for that -- Wife and the kids are up and getting ready and my folks are here too. I feel grumpy and sorry for myself, but I get started with the day. Lots of mundane stuff happens and eventually we all wind up sitting at a cafeteria table across from a pedestal.

The pedestal fascinates me. It has the vague outline of a statue on it, which will fade from looking fully physical to almost completely invisible. It’s a statue of Artemis, and I know that nobody can see it but me because I’m the only lucid dreamer in this whole place. As I’m staring at this statue, a brown-haired woman in her early 20s sits down in the chair next to me, a little closer than appropriate. She touches me on the shoulder flirtatiously and leans in. “Hi! What are we looking at?”

I feel uneasy about how close she’s getting but also attracted and flattered. I feel like I don’t know how much information I should reveal about being a lucid dreamer, so my answer is guarded: “That’s supposed to be a statue there.”

“Well, what do you see?” she asks.

The truth: “It’s a statue of Artemis. I can see it because I’m a lucid dreamer.”

“That’s amazing!” she says. She makes a few more comments about lucid dreaming and then stands up. Her inner thigh brushes my left hand as she gets up and I again get that mix of attraction and discomfort. She smiles. “You should call me if you ever want to talk to me about it.”

I think that I’d have no way to call her because I don’t have her phone number. I’m about to ask her what it is but stop when I realize how bad that would sound. This all feels strange to me now. I look to my right and my family isn’t here with me. It’s just me. I take the nose pinch reality check and I blow right through, becoming semi-lucid but just not completely convinced. .This feels so real, am I sure? I hit a second nose pinch and now I’m fully lucid.

I get up from the table and move into an adjacent room, remembering my intent to summon Dreamer. My go-to method has been transforming an existing DC into her, so I look around at the few dream characters wandering this scene and confidently grab the nearest one. It’s a short, pudgy Asian male, overall a really abysmal candidate for this transform into Dreamer. I want to be confident though so I go right ahead with trying to transform this dude.

I press my hands along his scalp, spreading Dreamer’s purple hair color along his scalp. He’s smiling and kind of chuckling at this, seeming to find it funny. The purple is coming out but whatever paint is coming out of my hands feels really clump and uneven. The guy’s scalp is kind of sweaty, too, and the purple paint even starts running down his face. His hair isn’t even half purpled before I get frustrated after a long time trying. Okay, maybe he looks too different, try changing the face. I start mashing on his face with my hands, trying to change his look into Dreamer. He seems to be getting kind of pissed at me for this and the whole thing just becomes awkward.

Okay, move on. I leave and walk into another room with a strange, gently wavy floor. I try the behind-the-back summon, narrating that “I feel Dreamer’s hand over here,” but I feel this doubt like I’m not doing things properly. I call out “[Dreamer]!” (using her real name) and vaguely hear a response, and I decide that she must be up ahead in some nearby room. I decide to use my old trick of demanding that the dream show me the way, and now when I call for Dreamer, a doorway glows with bright yellow light.

I continue moving through another series of 3-4 doors this way, demanding to be shown the way and the dream complying. I wind up in a large, cavernous room filled with DCs. There is a group of nuns near one side of the room that are dressed in unusual red habits. A large number of adults wander the room (more women than men) and close to the center of the room there’s a shallow pit where a large group of children are playing together. I ask the dream to show me where Dreamer is, but the glow effect always seems to be slightly out of view, frustrating me. I demand out loud that “Everybody point to where [Dreamer] is in this room.”

Every character in the scene turns toward a young, blond girl that’s playing in the pit. She’s about 6, her hair much shorter and lighter than I would have imagined, but I feel like this is her. I walk up to the child, who looks up at me with a goofy, slightly crooked-toothed smile. I place my hands on the sides of her head and say, “This is you, you’re [Dreamer].” As I say this, she grows to full height and now she looks completely like herself, apart from the fact that she has the little girl’s short, blond hair.

“Thank you for finding me!” she says. Dreamer puts her arms around my neck and we briefly hug. Almost immediately, all of the DCs in the room move toward, all of them smiling at her, greeting her, and wanting to interact with her. Some of them congratulate her. I stand by a few feet to the side, interested and amused. As each of the DCs greet her in turn, at one point a man comes up with a tiny fedora and placed it onto her head as if he’s crowning her.

The happy throng of DCs congregate around Dreamer as they all walk toward one of the room’s exits. I feel sad to see her leave the dream scene so early but all of this feels very natural to me, so I don’t resist it.

Once I find myself alone, I walk through another exit into an office scene with lots of people working at desks. It looks like we’re high up in a skyscraper. I make some mischief in here with telekinesis, throwing a plastic sign, tossing a desk, picking up one poor guy who’s just trying to get his work done. The office workers start seeming uncomfortable with my presence, so I look for an exit.

Off to the side is a platform with a waiting helicopter, so I climb aboard. Another DC tries to get on with us, and there’s a brief argument about who should get to come aboard. The pilot says (referring to me) “He can do whatever he wants,” and we take off. We fly over the city for a good while and I spy a few buildings that look reminiscent from spots in Breaking Bad. Eventually the helicopter hovers over a forest clearing near a building and I jump out. The helicopter flies off and I’m alone again.

I remember that I have a lucid dare from Dreamer that requires me to perform a Super Advanced Fart (one which is “very long, loud, and powerful”). At first I feel like this will be impossible. My body isn’t giving me “the signal” that anything can be conjured up. I know that this is a dream, though, so I convince myself that a bubble of pressure is forming in my stomach. Once that’s there, a good push sends me into a full eruption. The emerging fart is ultra loud and super powerful, lifting me gently into the air. It feels like there’s a hand or a platform under my butt lifting me upward. I wobble around unsteadily in the air, leaning left and right and bobbing a bit. It feels like I have a jet pack on.

I’d hoped to have enough propulsion to reach lower earth orbit, but I never get more than 15-20 feet off the ground. As the “event” ends, I settle back down to the ground. Dare achieved!

I’ve still got some dream left, so I decide to find Dreamer again. I ask the dream to show me where she is, and a door glows on a nearby building. I head for the door but before I reach it, I have a false awakening at the foot of a bed. Wife is lying on the bed, completely unclothed, writing on a notepad. I feel extreme sexual attraction and I curl up next to her. The moment that I kiss her neck, though, her clothes reappear. Then she shows me that she’s making a list of personality quirks that makes her good at Jeopardy questions. I’m still trying to figure out how to turn things frisky when my dad walks by on the way to the kitchen. The mood is officially ruined, so I get up for the day before waking up for real.

recall and awareness a step higher again:

early morning:

+(f) I'm in a dark indoor space confronting some rodent, his huge relative shows up behind him

+ walking up stairs in an apartment building looking for a guy's apartment, ask my dad about if Zbigniew Brzezinski was indicted by watergate (and why was he then put in charge of national security?), see a static image of some guy with a huge nose poking through a bloody hole into another guy's head

+ my wife is driving the car, I'm giving directions, we're approaching a busy cross street with visible traffic, she's not slowing down, "Careful!" I say, she brakes at the last moment, it turns out we're driving on ice, we slide out of control across the street spinning and slam into a parked car (that was stopped because it also had been in an accident?)

late morning:

+ chatting with a young cute short (receptionist?) friend during a break at work, she hates her job, I give her a pep talk to quit and become a freelancer, I tell her I live on this street (we're standing outside it's dark), we mistakenly switch cups and I take a drink of her tea

+ going on a ride on my old red Honda CB250 motorcycle, adjust the choke setting for more performance, turn to the right to enter traffic (thumbing the turn signal), accelerate, shift into 2nd gear and the bike immediately does a full stoppie and I nearly fly over the handlebars, I realize later (in a dream?) I must have been dreaming because I wasn't wearing a helmet

+ I'm leading a group of teammates from a courtyard through a building out to the sidewalk, rapidly finger-shooting all the opponents in our path, "keep an eye on that guy" who's slumped down in a corner, huge crowd of cops shows up and I think I can finger-shoot them all but they arrest us, the chief of police is a teammate and he yells to a big black cop that he's fired, the cop says he can't do that, so the chief tells him he's on leave.

+ funny conversation with woman and wife at a pool party, I see a dead/dying goldfish and miniature mermaid. A bunch of us are lying in the sun in our swimsuits. I'm putting on woman's makeup (as a joke?), it's like thick white clay, I'm pasting it onto my face under my eyes with a flat wooden stick like a popsicle stick, I see my face in a mirror briefly I see I've put so much on that it's in big blobs on my face.

A woman lying with her face to me says "I hate sleep, it's the closest thing in life to death."

Me: "I love sleep!"
DC: "And oh, I hate dreams..."
Me: "I *love* my dreams!" (I know I'm a lucid dreamer)
Wife: "Oh, really!? What do you dream about?!"
Me: "Uh..." (uh oh the cat's out of the bag) "...skiing?"

I then notice that lying in a 1-inch deep water area in between me and my wife are located a 2-3 inch long goldfish and and a 3-4 inch miniature mermaid. They're not moving. I poke the goldfish and turn it over, it barely respond. I say to my wife "do you think they're sick?" (don't remember her reply). I look at the mermaid, it has a freaky expressionless doll-face with widely open eyes. The head is about the size of a Pez dispenser's head. I look at that face/eyes a few more times.

I get up to go into the house to go to the bathroom, and notice a group of 3 girls in bikinis in the distance, briefly admire them, then continue on.

I wonder (still in the dream) if I have some subconscious urge to tell my wife about my dreaming hobby.

1.
I was in some sort of public theater that had a white interior. The floor was made of white tiles as well. I was walking outside with my mom, dad, and my sister and as we were walking down a hallway of the theater in order to get out, my sister told us that she felt sick. Right after she said that she threw up a little bit. We scolded her and told her to go back and clean it up.
An officer that was guarding the theater saw this incident and enforced, "Yea you better clean that up or else I'll have to write you a ticket if you don't." I remember my sister acknowledging this and then going back to clean it up. My dad was really upset about this and kept on telling her to clean it up. When she threw up, the only thing I saw come out of her mouth was a type of white, thick spit, and it was only a little puddle the size of one's palm.
Me and my dad walked out of the theater place and I kind of wandered off and walked around the parking lot. I saw a group of my friends around the middle of the parking lot just chilling, so I met up with them. One guy that was there was a guy I knew from ROTC, he had a twin brother so I had no idea which brother he was, or what his name was. Him and my friends were playing with silly string and just spraying it around. All of my friends were partially covered in the silly string, which was a dark neon pink in color. I asked the twin if I could have some of the silly string, and he told me, "Nah dude get your own, there's some over there". He said this in a really grumpy way.
I turned around, and only about 20 feet away from me was a can of silly string, and it was pink. I picked it up and as I did the twin told me I was going to go into "Zombie mode". Instantly as I picked it up and held it in my hands, a transparent film of dark neon pink covered my entire field of vision. I found out that whenever I jumped into the air, I would jump pretty high and it would be in slow motion.
I went around my friends in this, "Zombie mode", and sprayed them all. I even ran around them just spraying the silly string into the air. I remember feeling it about to run out, so I ran up to a pole and started to climb up it. The climb was really easy considering that I was in slow motion. I continued climbing, but I couldn't make it to the very top. I made it really close to the top though, and when I did I looked down and ahead of me and saw my friend Brittany and I got her attention and tried to scare her.
She saw me and I saw that I startled her. I came down from the pole and put down the silly string. Now, I was no longer in, "Zombie mode". I looked around the parking lot, and at myself. I noticed that I was shirtless and that my abs were showing. I looked across from myself and about 30 feet to my side there was a buff guy that was also shirtless and he was walking with his family to his car. He had slightly better abs than I did mainly because he looked like a teen body builder.
"He's my only competition", I thought. With this I started walking back inside to the theater. My dad met me at the entrance of the theater and we both walked into the doorway of another room directly to my left. It was the closest room to the exit. Inside of this room, there were multiple computers everywhere. The computers were put inside of tan bathroom stalls. In each stall, there was supposed to be a toilet seat as well, so I'm assuming that one could use the computer while they were doing their business.
I approached the first stall and my dad told me, "That's the one I usually go into". I looked inside of it and noticed that this stall was really small and also really packed. It was missing a toilet and it had a huge computer inside. I left this stall and looked around for others. As I did so, I noticed that there were no other stalls only computers. As I continued walking, I was confronted by a girl. She was rather short and had black hair. She started flirting with me as I looked for a computer to get on. I asked her, "Whats the best computer you guys have in here?".
Right as I asked that, some other girls brought in a huge computer and put it on the desk next to me. They told me that this was a new computer and that it was the, "Super/Mother computer". Exactly what I wanted. Another girl came up to me to see if I needed any help. I recognized her, it was the girl I had a crush on. I was still shirtless inside of this room and all of the girls kept trying to feel my abs and flirt with me.
I had my sights on one girl in specific though, my crush. She looked beautiful and she looked pretty much the same in real life except for the fact that she was alot more tan than in waking life. All of the other girls in the room left, and now it was just me and her. For some reason I brought up the buff guy I had seen in the parking lot to start a conversation with her. "Did you see that buff guy in the parking lot?", I asked. "Yep", she replied. "Yea he was pretty buff and he had really good abs" I said( I have no idea why I talked about him and made him look better like WTF).
Right after this it came to me that I was talking to my crush, and I became Lucid. The first thing that came to my mind that I wanted to do, was dilate time. "Wait right here and don't move", I told her in a nice way. I walked down an aisle next to me and tried dilating time using Hukif's method. I closed one eye and starting counting up from 1. I looked around as I did so and I noticed things were starting to get swirly. I eventually made it around the aisle and I stopped counting at 20. I had rushed the entire method, so I had a feeling it wasn't going to work.
I came back to my crush and she jumped into my arms. I held onto her and decided I was going to carry her around in my arms. For some reason I had difficulty lifting my feet up and walking, but it wasn't because she was heavy. I thought about altering the way I walked to where I could just float through the air, but it didn't work. I carried my crush over to a corner and we started kissing. I'm not going to lie, it felt pretty magical. Somehow, my crush instantly became naked. I looked out the window in front of us and saw a screen. It was the screen of a phone. It was a conversation between a couple. Here's what I remember of it:
Guy: I'm going to eat you out.
Girl: Why? You should do something else.
Guy: I want to lick your pussy (wtf, really random)
Girl: Red!(<<no idea what thats supposed to mean) I want you to do something else( another sexual act).
I was reading all of this while I was fore playing with my crush. I placed my crush on the ledge of the window, and started eating her out(I dont know why, but this is always what I do first to a girl in dreams. Maybe its a fetish?). I was really enjoying myself and so was my crush. I had the feeling that that conversation that I saw was supposed to represent her, and that she didn't want me to eat her out. I didn't want to make her do anything she didn't want to either.
All of a sudden, I started feeling myself about to wake up. I'm pretty sure it was because I focused on myself too much at that moment. I woke up feeling happy and refreshed.

2. I was inside of my room, in bed. I have a feeling that this dream was a WILD/FA because this was the first dream of my naptime today.
I was lying in my bed and the lights were off. I could feel that my eyes were still closed, but I could see through my closed eyelids. I could see my entire room. Immediately after I noticed this, my mom opened my door and checked to see if I was asleep. Seeing that I was, she closed the door. Seconds later she opened the door again and looked inside, and then closed it again. She did this about 5 times, I guess that they either: couldn't tell that I was asleep, or they wanted to wake me up. My sister was right behind my mom as well while this happened.
After the 5th time of coming into my room and then leaving, my mom finally came inside for sure and turned on my lights. (wth, this would've pissed me off in waking life). I didn't move and decided I was just going to stay still. "Mom, I can see through my eye-lids while my eyes are closed", I told her. "No, your eyes aren't even closed", she replied. I knew that my eyes were closed, but I didn't try arguing with her.
My mom told me that I needed to get up because we were going somewhere, I don't remember what she said though.

3. I was inside of someones house, it looked like my grandpa's house. A party was going on, and I was just sitting in the middle of the floor listening to music( lol, no idea why). All of a sudden, everyone came into the living room where I was sitting down, and they sat down too. A group a black dudes sat right behind me, but I stayed chill. Some lady came to the front of the living room and announced that the "Rewards ceremony" was starting.
I put my music in, and as I did so I noticed that I had put in a phone charger plug into both of my ears. I could still hear music, so it didn't bother me and I didn't really care that I was listening to a charger plug. I was starting to fall asleep while I listened to my music when out of the blue, a black guy with dreads behind me pushed me on the shoulder. He was wearing sunglasses and his dreads reached down to the end of his neck.
I took out my music and he told me that the Announcer lady had just called my name for a reward, but I was too late and didn't respond so she gave the reward to someone else. The black guy me was no really mad at me for not getting the reward. The lady kept giving out rewards and gave out about 15 or so of them. After the ceremony ended and she finished giving out rewards, everyone in the living room stood up and started drinking. I stood up as well and just chilled.
Some lady, who I'm guessing was in charge of the party, came up to me and told me that I couldn't drink if I wasn't 18 years old. I told her that I was and she said, "Okay". She started walking away, but I walked with her to convince her better that I was 18. I told her that I had failed kindergarten 4 times and that's what held me back. Once I felt that she was convinced I left her side. I think I looked around for something to drink, but I'm not sure.

4. I was downstairs in the living room of my own house, and I was talking to my dad and my sister. My dad was telling me some kind of story about our house and about 2 weird kind of birds that used to live in the kitchen. I mentioned something about it being the dreamworld, don't remember exactly what I said though. After he told me and my sister the story, I opened the front door of our house and walked out.
I started walking towards the back door with an ambition to see whatever my dad was talking about. It was overcast outside and really dark as though it were about to rain. As I went through my gate and opened up my back door and walked inside, I saw some weird things. I saw two large bowls filled with some unknown mushy half-solid food. In between those two bowls I saw a really small green bowl with grayish-green mushy stuff inside of it.
It was really dark inside my kitchen, and the only light inside was the light that was coming from outside, which wasn't much. I got really scared and ran out the back door and ran back in through my front door.

5. I was with my friends Dylan and Patrick and we were walking in some kind of tunnel. The tunnel had air holes all around it, so not only could we breathe well, but we could also look outside and see what was around us. We continued walking through it, and it was really long. We finally made it to the end of the tunnel and saw an exit to get out of it. I looked down and out through the exit and saw 2 vans with some random mexican dudes just waiting next to them.
I got a bad feeling about leaving the tunnel when I saw them, I felt like they were either going to harm us, or kidnap us. I told my friends that we shouldn't leave the tunnel. The next thing I remember, my grandpa is in the tunnel with us and we walk out of the exit. Suddenly the dream scene changed and now I was in my kitchen. All of the lights were off and me, my dad, and my grandpa were all talking about the dream I had with grandpa in it. Grandpa was telling my dad what happened in the dream and it was all based off of what I told him.
I remember telling my grandpa about the dream inside of the dream. He continued telling my dad about the dream.

6. I was inside some kind of huge arena, maybe a video game map? I looked up at the sky and saw that it was a dark orange and of course the sky was overcast. I was with someone, I think it was my sister, and we were trying to survive. We came to the cliff of this video game map and saw something that looked like half of a tennis court/basketball court that was completely rusted.
I knew that I was supposed to launch something/shoot a cannon on this court. There were many of these courts across the map, and this one was the only one that was cut in half. I remember encountering many enemies across the map, but I don't remember any more of this journey.

Guid recall last night - non lucid of course , boo hoo

Started off being my wedding, I was walking alone doon a corridor with a tartan plaid over my head and getting tangled in my feet. Felt stupid. My bride appeared from stage right. Thought she wasnae marrying me as she had a woolly cardy on, but looking again it was pulled over her dress. Not familiar with the lassie, but she was a bonny thing and I gave her a hug. She said 'I almost didnae get here..'

Scene transformed into my pals wedding recepition instead. I had the feeling of not really being allowed at the event and there was no sign of the groom. The bride fell over, exposing her naked feet with black cracks in the soles. She then sat in a heap and started greeting. A'body was very quiet apart fae one lad who walked behind me to get a tin of Tennants. One of my best pals was suddenly there and commented on the guy. 'Jings I wonder what his inside leg is?' - I guessed 36 , and my pal replied with 'Mair like 30-10' - I repeated what he said, and we both laughed most heartily....

Then had a ususal 'real life' dream where a couple came in to complain aboot a jacket not fitting that they had with their kilt hire. The woman took forever to get the words out - very confused, but I dinny mind noo precisely the words she was using. I then looked at the jacket and then at the short wee man, who was actually wearing his kilt all so of rolled into a sort of belt. (over his troosers, luckily!)

Dream - Lucid

I was going into Dallas and I's bathroom. It was very dark. I had to get up out of bed to poop. I started to sit on the toilet, when Dallas came into the doorway and started coming towards the toilet.
"What are you doing? I have to poop!" I said. He kept coming. I got up. I assumed he had to poop too.
"Are you really gonna make me use the other bathroom?" I said. He didn't say anything. I took that as a yes. I started to head towards the doorway to our bedroom to go to the guest bathroom. Dallas started to shut the door to our bathroom. I then started to hear noises coming from the living room area, and started to panic a little. Someone was in our apartment. Before Dallas could shut the door all the way, I caught it with my hand. I said something like
"Dallas, someone's in our apartment!"
I started to panic, and all my vision went black. I tried to scream for Dallas, but nothing came out. I then realized that I had been dreaming, and decided to calmly wait for myself to awaken instead of panicking.

I then woke up on Dallas's chest. Phew, just a dream. I was so glad. I then started to hear noises again. I was really confused. Was I not awake? I started trying to wake Dallas up, but he was dead asleep. I pinched him, I tried to yell his name but again, it wouldn't come out. Really? Is this really a dream again?I thought to myself. Vision went black again, and then I woke up for real.

Another 10 minute nightmare. I wasn't asleep long at all.

~

I was at a bowling alley bowling with Dallas, but it was more like ski-ball; we were throwing smaller balls at the pins down the lane instead of an actual bowling ball. There was almost no one there; we were the only ones playing. Dallas then said something about how the bowling alley was closing for good soon; it was going out of business. I looked around and I could see why. It was so dead in there. I then went to throw my ski ball, but it slipped out of my hand and I accidentally threw it behind me.

I then saw a very small child, a male toddler, carrying what looked like a six pack of beer up to the lanes, but it was actually a six pack of ski balls.

~

I had these two cakes made for me. I was at work I believe. Both were big and delicious looking with cream cheese icing on them (freakin yum). One had off-white cream cheese icing with red decorations. I had to do something with them to keep them safe or something, I can't quite recall.

Then, I saw the outside of my apartment. Someone was coming up the stairs. It was daytime outside. Then, something happened; a roll in a bag of rolls died? And it seemed so inconsequential, but I couldn't proceed with anything at all now. It was like playing a Sierra adventure game, where you don't do something in the beginning of the game and you get to the end and you have to start all over. I had to "start over" from a point before that to see if there was anything I missed, anything I could do to prevent the death of the roll.

~

Yay insomnia! Again! Woohoo. Also these 10-minute nightmares are very puzzling to me. It has happened to me quite often in the past few months. I guess what I don't get it how am I dreaming without being in REM? I thought REM sleep came later in the sleep cycle? Like, I will literally be asleep for 10-15 minutes for these nightmares. There was one that I was asleep for about an hour. Anyone have any thoughts?

Yay, got lucid last night . A week or two ago I decided to really work on LDing. I spent some time examining myself and I realized that the only time i really put a lot of effort in was when I first started. That's going to change


I was out playing football with a bunch of people then I suspected I might be dreaming so I did a RC and did find that I was indeed dreaming. I ran around for a bit trying to screw with people like holding on to the grass and letting my legs float up in the air and pretending I was being sucked off the earth, but no one was amused. Then, I decided to go for the eyeball ToTM so I RCed one more time then I stuck my index and thumb on either side of my right eye and tried to pull. I was a little nervous though so I didnt pull that hard. It didn't come out and as I was doing that I woke up.

But it was a FA into my room at the other house I live in. I turned on my light so that I could write my dream down and then I wrote it down and went back to sleep.

I was in a weird legend of Zelda like dungeon with my sister.

I was in the zombie apocalypse with a group of people. Our leader had been captured by the zombies so we had to go save him. We only had these towels that were covered in some kind of poison to kill them. We went into the base, and a few zombies attacked is, but surprisingly there weren't that many.

Either I had a lucid dream in my first night trying, or I just dreamed that I have a lucid dream. I did a RC and I had 6 fingers. At first I didn't even see the difference, then I paid more attention to my fingers and I suddenly saw it.

So what did I do in my dream? I've been in a small town that I've never seen before. I had walked a little bit and then I took a guy's bike and drove away. After it the dream was over, a pity. In addition, my dream was in a raster. I felt like I'm the main character of a video game.

My husband and I were visiting a city that felt familiar and somewhat reminiscent of an East Coast city like Boston, though it had no correspondence to any RL place I've ever been. We had just finished a nice meal, and were walking along the street. We leave the commercial avenue and start walking into a nice residential area. After about two blocks I realize that I need to pee, and the best bet is to turn around and go back to the street we just left, so we walk the two blocks back.

At the intersection with the commercial avenue is a group of people standing on the street. They are foreigners with black skin, and both the men and women are wearing long flowing light blue robes, very elegant. Despite the darkness of their skin, something about the shape of their faces and the sound of their language looks more South Asian than African, and I am trying to remember where they are from. Isn't it some small country or island between India and Africa? What was it called, Malvania? That's right, I remember, they are Malvanians, and they are here as refugees from their home country. (Obviously there is no such country as Malvania in waking life, so this was a clear case of false memory.)

I cross the street find the public restroom just where I thought it would be. To reach it we had to walk into a little courtyard and then go downstairs from ground level. One stairway leads to the women's room, the other to the men's. However, when we arrive we find that the line is incredibly long, with about three dozen Malvanians, women and men respectively, waiting on each stairway. Some of them are holding things like toothbrushes and soap, and I realize that since they are refugees who are living on the street, this is probably the only facilities that they have access to. I am sympathetic, but unfortunately I really need to pee now, and I'm not sure what to do.

"Come with me," I say to my husband, who is in the same predicament. I have just remembered that less than a block from here is a theatre I've been to before, and I'm pretty sure that there is a restroom in the lobby. We exit and walk further down the street. I'm trying to remember what time it is. Will the theatre be open? I think it must be at least 11am or perhaps just after noon, so they might have started the early matinees. Luckily we do find the door open and go inside. (More false memories, as none of the locations I was "remembering" bore any resemblance to RL places, much like the city at large.)

The route to the restroom is more complicated than I recall, leading back through several turns and passages, but I follow the signs and we eventually we find our way there. I'm grateful to discover that there are no lines! So I go inside... or try to. The door to the women's room pulls outward, but it is stuck. It is getting caught against a wire rack that is jutting from the side of a cabinet that has been installed too close to the door, so the door is only opening a few inches. Even though I'm of average size, I can't seem to squeeze through. I try to force the door open wider, tugging on it until the metal rack that is blocking it actually begins to distort and bend, letting the door open a few inches wider, just enough for me to slide in sideways. I think how distressing it would be if I were just a few pounds heavier—I wouldn't be able to get in! But I have passed this obstacle.

Inside the restroom at last, it looks very familiar and I remember that I have been here before. (Again, no correspondence to anything in waking life: if this was not pure false memory, then it must have been a setting from some prior dream.) The room is tiled in light green, but everything about it is old and broken down, an absolute ruin. Only about half the tiles are intact, the rest are broken or completely missing. There are not even stalls for privacy; the toilets are just arranged openly around the walls of the room. Many of them look in a state of poor repair as well. However, one detail is very different this time. Last time I found myself in this room, it was disgustingly filthy, but today, unexpectedly, it appears to have just been cleaned. It is as pristine as a room this run-down can be made: I can even smell the odor of cleaning chemicals in the air. Nevertheless, the memory of how dirty it was last time makes me remember that this is a dreamsign—and also, ever since the last failed RC in similar circumstances earlier this month, I've been diligently RCing every time I've found myself in a public restroom lately. Since I've been traveling for the last few days (in RL), I've had the chance to practice this a lot.

Fortunately there is no one else present, so I can RC very blatantly without being afraid of looking foolish. I lift my fingers to my nose and very forcefully try to breathe both in and out. Nope. The breath is fully stopped in both directions. This RC has worked really well for me since I started using it recently, so now when it suggests I am awake, I let myself be convinced. To some extent I realize that I'm actually relieved about this, because I've been having a nice interesting day so far, and it would be annoying to realize that it was all just a dream. On the other hand, I reflect, I'll be even more annoyed if I wake up later and it turns out that I was dreaming and failed to recognize it. But I feel confident in how attentively I performed the RC, so I figure I probably don't have to worry about that.

The dream went on for a while longer; the last thing I remember is being in a cab en route to some further destination. When I finally did wake up, all I could think was, "You've got to be kidding me!"

Note: My suspicion is that it is actually the very diligence with which I've been practicing this RC for the past few days that made it fail this time: every time I pinch my nose in waking life and can't breathe through it, I reinforce the sense-impression of what that feels like, which is perhaps what allowed the dream to duplicate the sensation.

Note: In reflecting on dreams in which I perform an RC but fail to recognize that I am dreaming, I have noticed something odd. The moment during which it occurs to me to think, "Hey, I wonder if I'm dreaming. I'd better check," actually feels like lucid-type awareness, even if the failed RC quickly leads to a passive resorption in the narrative.

.../I get in an empty yard which connects many houses, it's dawning. I have a piece of folded paper that I want to put inside a strange box. I'm trying to figure out how this sort of mailbox opens. It seems to have a lot of compartments, but I don't get it. After a couple of attempts, I see two thrash cans on the opposite side, then a couple of guys who look like they have some oriental origins, come into the yard. One of them has long hair, in a Columbus hairstyle. I realize what I have in my hand is actually a crumpled piece of paper, and I better put it in the thrash can. While I'm doing this, a lot of girls get into the scene, apparently some of them are laughing about my clumsiness. I see there's one of the teachers from the kindergarten mocking with a loud "Aw!" in a particular manner that makes me feel ashamed. Now the yard is getting more and more filled with people. I don't like to be here, I leave the place carrying a weird cart which is not correctly assembled. I see it in detail, and I find there's a bolt and a nut with a couple of washers maladjusted, that must join both pieces in the middle. While trying to put them right, I see a car coming in what now is a bridge/garden and that I'm next to the gate. I let the pieces I'm holding with my fingers fall, when I'm moving aside to let the entrance free. The driver looks like an angry old man, he doesn't answer my greetings, I don't care, I want to find the pieces on the floor before he closes the gate. I find first the bold, I think the other pieces fell into a empty space at a side of a bridge. The janitor, who looks like another angry old man, is about to close the gates. I ask him to wait a minute until I find the other pieces. He says something I don't understand. Finally I got to find the nut and a washer. I barely remember there was another one. I decide that it was just one but I didn't pay enough attention. I see the car turning to the left where apparently leads to the house. But this whole place seems to me more a port than a house/...

* It was yesterday after a nap but didn't have the time to translate it form the rough sketches I made of it

Fragment: I am in a hardware store. It feels like the hardware store in my town. I am shopping for some kind of screws or bolts to fasten something down.

I am watching a science show. Something about the planet Jupiter and the surface. As soon as I hear that, I get confused because Jupiter is a gas giant and it has no surface.
They show a picture of it anyway. Jupiter has a surface made of orange rocks with a river of this sea-green liquid running across it. I can also recall this computer graphic of a space probe falling through the atmosphere and presumably being crushed by the pressure.
False awakening. I am in my old Taekwondo studio, and it looks like we are playing dodgeball. The studio feels a little bit off. It's dark inside, most of the lights are turned off, and out the windows a strange dark grey haze has set in.
I recall seeing my belt on the table and putting it on. Not exactly a formality for when we used to do something fun like play dodgeball but whatever.
I make my way over to the other side of the gym. There are five people on our team and three people on the enemy team. The only person on our team that I recognize is K's brother. The rest of the people on our team feel familiar.
The opposing team is only three boys. Two of them have blurred faces and are simply wearing uniforms. The third has a green T-shirt and looks sort of like that evil dream character. Though he's smiling with playful aggression and certainly doesn't look evil.
I turn to K's brother.
"This is a dream, isn't it?"
He doesn't respond.
"This is a dream, I'll just play along. This should be fun, though I might be much more skillful now..."
The match begins. The enemy team has all four balls. They surrender one to us out of honor and each of the three enemy players has a ball. One guy on our team runs for the ball and gets taken out. Both balls roll back to the enemy team.
One of the guys throws at me. For some reason, the ball morphs into a banana mid-flight. As it approaches me, I hold out my hand and it slows down. Everything in the room comes to a complete stop. I step out of the way. The banana flies past me.
I look back to see that one of the faceless guys on the enemy team has been taken out. The remaining two guys target me. I levitate into the air and sort of wave my body to avoid the shot from the green shirt guy. I catch the one from blurry face #2. He is out. I stare down at the green shirt guy and everyone backs off. It's me and him. 1v1.
He picks up two balls, and takes on a wide stance, ready to jump to the side.
I hover over to the line. I preform a fake out throw. It barely phases the guy. I throw for real. The ball hits his hand and gets him out. It's over. Our team wins. The green shirt guy says he wants a rematch. I wake up.

Like I said on my first return message "this time I'm not going to push too hard" I'm maybe too old to take that route. I know all the basics so I'm easing myself back into the regime of conditioning.After the first rush of dream recall things quietened down considerably...whole nights with virtually nothing, but that's OK.

Ever since I first read about ADA I knew that was the route for me to go. I'm pretty spiritual anyway and something KingYoshi said really chimes with me. Basically, if you achieve mindfullness...awareness...you're likely to KNOW you're in a dream and all the rest of the aids (dream signs, mantras etc) follow on from that. That's the route I'm taking

What I needed was an app to jog my memory throughout the day. As you know, it's so easy to start the day determined to frequently contemplate dream stuff, then realize that many hours have gone by without doing anything. What if I had an app, something to remind me? Well, I've got one and so far it works well.

It's within me and probably drives many people to distraction but, at the moment it's my friend...I have tinnitus. It was caused by a head injury...it's a combined high-pitched whistle and a shushing noise. It's always there in the background and probably always will be. I'm lucky that I've always been able to ignore it but now I've moved it up front...and it works

Yesterday it drew me back to dream thoughts on a regular basis...things like recalling what I was doing 5-10-15 minutes earlier, any other sensations I was experiencing, looking around at the World in general and other dream-related thoughts. Also, it may just be a trigger when I'm asleep because I focus on it and remind myself that it's always there.

Fragments and whispers of dreams last night but one epic at aprox 7.45 this morning (the clearest dream I've had so far this time round)

I was apparently on a nuclear submarine - DS - military (although it looked decidedly un-nuclear) We were watching a small pipe out of which water was dribbling and this seemed to be an important part of the escape plan???? It was apparently vital that it didn't overheat. (Ed's take on an overheating nuclear reactor?) The (crew?) were running around all over the place (men and women looked pretty un-military) One was apparently pushing a large grand piano...was he looking to get that to the surface?

I looked at the large "hall" they were milling around in and remarked something like "Aren't nuclear submarines amazing?" There seemed to be pretty coherent conversations going on (unusual in my experience)

Now comes a co-incidence (and I'm really into dream coincidences...it's one of the things that fascinate me about my dream attempts and one of the reasons I love it so)

I wake (forgetting to RC in case I'm still asleep) and walk into the living room where my wife is watching The Poseidon Adventure with the sound off and using subtitles. It's something she recorded weeks ago and is among a raft of other things she still has on the system. I'm not into that kind of film, I've never thought "She's still got that to watch" (there wouldn't be any need to)

Yet the scene of panicking people running through the great "hall" could have come from my dream. What are the chances of her watching that scene as I seemed to be dreaming something very similar (when I'm very certain that it would never have been on my mind and she was at that particular stage of the film and there's no way I could have seen, heard or known she would be?)

Not a sigma 5 scientific coincidence of course but maybe somewhere on the sigma scale and that's the strangeness and beauty of dream research perhaps. Any requests?

4:35 AM: I am on a vacation with my wife at Google. We are on the highway driving, and being passed by little Google pod cars--sort of like roundish hover craft-like vehicles. My wife says they are probably just "spy cars." I think they look cool though. We are then standing in a train station, watching the Google monorail pull up. When the monorail arrives, I see that it is a U-Haul monorail (US moving company) and people can put all of their luggage in the nose of the train.

Then we are on the train, looking for a seat. We pass some odd-looking kids while moving through the carriages, and I decide to nose pinch. Either stuffy nose, or just not aware, because I fail the RC, but something still seems off to me. I inspect my hands, but they look fine. My wife begins to tease me.

"Are you dreaming?" she asks, laughing.

"Sweetheart, please stop that," I say, "Something is really not right here!"

I finally decide I must be awake and proceed non-lucidly (!)

We are now in Google village, shopping (sort of a Disney-like atmosphere, for those who have been). I am shoplifting small items, and slipping them into my pockets. In one of the shops, I hear my wife talking to a woman. She is discussing selling or trading something. I realize she is talking about selling her wedding band, and that some agreement has been made. The woman leaves to get her items, and I approach my wife.

I ask her what she is trading her wedding ring for, and she shows me some glass beads. This frustrates me, as the beads are worthless. I try to reason with my wife, and explain how expensive and important her wedding band is, and add that the beads are worth nothing at all. She seems to be considering.

Meanwhile, the woman comes back with her stuff. I explain to her that we may not honor the bargain. She replies that the agreement has already been made. I reiterate not to get her hopes up, as my wife will probably rescind the offer. I ask her what the beads are made of. She shrugs, feigning unimportance, and says, "I think glass." I appeal to my wife wordlessly, giving her a "see there?" gesture. My wife then reaffirms her decision to trade the ring!

I suddenly have a false memory of my wife selling her engagement ring as well, some time in the past. I tell her--almost crying, almost screaming--how money doesn't matter, and that I can't bear to see her do this. I ask why she is giving away the rings that symbolize our marriage in exchange for trash? I am conscious now of making a scene. She begins crying silently and motionlessly, and tells me if giving the rings away will "benefit other beings," then she will do it. Her tears are like diluted red water. I think this is odd but am too distraught to really think about it.

I now turn to speak to the couple--the woman and her husband--but they have gone. They have used the opportunity to abscond with my wife's rings. I run out of the store after them, and scan the village. There are people about, but the couple is gone.

"You pieces of SHIT!" I scream, but then duck back into the store as I don't want to be kicked out of the park.

Dream ends a little bit after, bits of images coming out of hypnopompic.

If you made it this far, let me know what you think