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Last night I tried sleeping with melatonin rather than Ambien, and although I didn't sleep well, I remembered a ton of dreams and dream fragments.

The first I recall was of being on an unfamiliar street in a familiar neighborhood. I was somewhere near the Montrose area of Houston, and a female police officer was chasing down a suspect. She had forgotten her gun back at the nearby police station and she asked me to run back to grab it for her. She said it would be in the second slot to the left. I ran to the station and looked in a parked squad car before I realized she wanted me to look inside the station, and maybe I'd get in trouble for messing with the police cars. I went inside the strangely deserted station, which was more like an old converted house. I found a room with lots of metal storage slots, and they were all marked with lengthy numbers printed in white font against a black background. I pulled a gun out from the second slot to the left, and a woman came in just then to ask what I was doing. I told her the officer needed her gun to arrest a suspect, and the lady said, "That's not a real gun. You have to give me the slot number so I can pull the corresponding bingo bag." I had no idea what that meant, but okay, she got me the gun, and I ran off. Somehow the suspect was waiting patiently for the officer to receive her gun in order to arrest him at gunpoint. I made sure to hand it to the officer handle first with the safety on.

The next dream was more of a fragment than anything. It had something to do with an old movie from the 90's, but I was actually on set with the characters. The movie isn't real in the waking world, but in the dream, I was familiar with it and remembered that it was a really funny film. The actors were happy to be reliving the shoot. That all somehow led into me scaling a tall house with lots of high balconies on it in the midst of a gentle nighttime snow shower. I wasn't quite flying, but I could use different balcony railings to pull myself higher and then drift to the next handhold. It's a dream sensation I'm familiar with. It's as if gravity is really, really slight, and I'm able to swing or hop across impossible distances.

The next dream was where I became semi-lucid. I was just lucid enough to make mental notes of all the incredible, fully realized detail around me, but not quite lucid enough to realize that I have a lucidity to-do list. I was in a small but immaculately decorated house. The decor was quite old and out of style despite looking very expensive; I distinctly remember a fringed lamp on a small table next to an armchair. It lit the small room adequately, but dimmer than I normally like. The walls were ornately decorated with fancy wallpaper. I walked into the next room, which was like a dining area attached to a porch. It was nighttime, and the screens of the porch kept out the bugs. There was a young boy there with crayons and shelves of art pencils, and his mother explained to me that he wasn't taking well to his art classes. I talked to him about what he likes to draw, and I told him that I also took art classes when I was in school. Then he started to become interested in all his cool art tools. The mother thanked me for kindling his interest and asked me if I'd spend more time with him, so I made a hollow promise to drop in sometime. (I remember feeling uncomfortable because the mother didn't know I was gay. I didn't want her to turn on me later when she finds that out and then decides I'm just not the role model she wants for her son.) She went on to explain that her mother still haunted the house, and that's why it was so dreary and so old. I headed into the previous room to make my way toward the front door, and the old woman appeared near the table. She was impossibly tall, and her gray hair brushed the ceiling. She had a round, white face like a Tim Burton character from the Nightmare Before Christmas. I reached up to put my hands on her cheeks as I told her, "You need to let these people live their lives." She smiled a toothy, jack-o-lantern grin and vanished, her face collapsing between my hands as she went. With her disappearance, all the furnishings transformed into bright, childish colors. The boy came rushing in, delighted to discover that everything was now made of candy. I licked the blue, sugar-coated mantel on the wall of the front room just to verify, and indeed, it was all candy.

My next dream was incredibly fun. I was flying awkwardly, as I ALWAYS do in my flying dreams. I can never fly straight, I have little control over where I land, and I usually go way too fast. There was a pitched battle raging nearby against a fort high on a dusty hill that was occupied by Mexicans, all of them dressed as if they had just conquered the Alamo. The attackers appeared to be American military from World War II, but they were dressed in the non-battlefield uniforms that they might wear while comfortable on base. My flight path swung way out to my right before I managed to come around and land near the American troops. No one was taking the battle too seriously on either side, and the atmosphere was more like a football game than an actual war. The Americans asked me for a favor: since I could fly, would I deliver a stack of uniforms to the Mexicans as a "gift?" In my dream mind, I thought, "How do they expect them to fall for this? They pulled the same thing last year!" The uniforms had been deliberately soaked in wet fecal matter and then dried. The feces had been strategically placed to look like sweat stains around the collars and armpits. For some reason, the Americans were confident the Mexicans would actually don the uniforms after mistakenly thinking they were historical and valuable. I flew the uniforms up to the Mexicans and then returned down the hill. Before long, Mexicans began to appear on the adobe walls wearing the shitty uniforms, and the Americans just laughed and laughed. I grew a little tired of the humiliation of the Mexicans, so I decided to put an end to all this. For the first time that I can ever remember in a dream, I stretched out my arms and successfully controlled my flight! I flew into the fort and landed just like Superman. My feet came down slowly enough, yet the force of my landing shook the whole fort, just as I had intended it to. A Mexican came charging at me with a sword, and suddenly I was holding a flaming Thor hammer, which I struck him with. The blow literally transformed him into a large wicker basket, which disappeared with a small white spark as it struck a nearby adobe wall. I turned to the Mexican general and pointed at him as I said, "Don't challenge me! I am way more powerful than any of your weapons!" I could see my arm as I pointed at him, and I noticed that I was now dressed in the latest Superman costume. The Mexicans put down their weapons and I flew off.

I was becoming a little lucid again, and I knew that this controlled flight was a rare thing for me. I saw a news crew on the ground in a parking lot, and I flew in for a landing near the camera. As I landed perfectly, I could feel the awesomeness of my power and invincibility, as if I had to be careful not to crack the pavement. I heard the male reporter say, "Superman just landed, and we'll try to talk to him a little bit later about what just happened up at the fort." I was surprised at first that no one seemed all that happy to see me, and then I had a false memory of putting another Superman in charge to fill in for me whenever I'm not dreaming. I saw him standing not all that far off, and I could see that he was a little drunk. I super-hopped over to him, and I said, "Man, I leave you behind to be Superman in this world while I'm not here to do it, and this is how you represent me?" He looked dejected and then flew off. I followed behind to see where he was going. We came over some mountains, and I noticed that we were now in some kind of a far-off future. There were MASSIVE bridges, taller than anything that exists now, loaded down with about twenty lanes of cars moving in each direction. I could see huge buildings of odd shapes in the distance, jutting up beyond a bank of fog or low clouds, which were pink in the light of the sun that was rising to my right. Suddenly there was a rapidly approaching shower of something like salt pouring down in the distance. Everything that the salt touched began to crumble and fall, and I somehow knew that this was an alien attack against Earth. The Superman ahead of me turned his head back toward me and shouted, "We've got to help these people!" I replied "There's nothing we can do!" I couldn't think of any way to bring my awesome powers to bear against this threat. He said, "Yes there is!" and he flew down under the huge bridge we were flying along just as the shower overtook us and the bridge began to fall. I did the same one span behind. I saw him catch an enormous section of bridge, and I looked up to see three large sections falling rapidly toward me, each one the size of a skyscraper. I said to myself, "This is going to suck." I caught the piece in the middle, and it smacked my palms painfully hard. To my surprise, the other two pieces froze in mid-air as if I had Jedi powers to hold them all at once. Don't ask me why, but I tossed the three bridge sections away and then flew back to the previous span, which was now coming down also. I braced myself for the catch, and this one hurt even more than the last one. As I set the section down, I thought to myself, "I can't keep doing this."

I think that's about where I woke up. Anyway, it's the last thing I remember.

Fragment 2. Using a filter on Google to filter out things I didn’t want to include in my search. Some where:

Pokemon Black & White __?__
Some other Pokemon stuff
Hot women on bikes (#)

(#) = the number of results for the topic it would filter out

Fragment 3. Talking to a character from Digimon, they say they used a gun. They say they saw a bright light like the sun, and the character I am thinks back to the light that they saw in the past, coming from an older Ken, who is being photographed (though there wasn’t actually a light).

It had the meaning of ‘when certain children see Digimon, they become Chosen Children, so the gun!kid was special’. The character POVs were confusing, I feel like the characters were Daisuke and maybe Taichi?

Fragment 4. Sherlock or Khan was sitting on a chair, mom was there too on a couch. I was sitting on the right or on the floor in front of it. It’s a little confusing, but he was either playing the violin or showing us something on TV. There was some really pretty instrumental music playing, but I couldn’t stop snickering because he was making some funny movement.

-Jump-

I’m freaking out because there’s something wrong with my right canine, it feels out of place. I go to the kitchen where mom is on the phone with my aunt. (Sherlock/Khan has left, although it was a different house then.) I want her to get off and help me, but while she’s looking at me, she doesn’t seem to be getting off anytime soon.

I go to the nearby bathroom and look in the mirror. Rather than teeth, my canines look like they’re made out of my gums.

Alarm goes off.

Inspiration: I finished rewatching Star Trek Into Darkness yesterday, plus I read some Sherlock Holmes before lying down. Teeth part from how flossing gives me problems sometimes. ><

Notes: I did try MILD more than once. No lucids last night, but working on it!

Dream 2. I’m on a bus and say ‘this is why this character was written, for people like you’. I’m looking at a part of the Eyeshield 21 manga with Habashira Rui in it. The ‘people’ I’m talking about are to the right of me. They’re supposed to be delinquent types, or those without a purpose. When I look at them, they’re the Oujou White Knights, with Sakuraba in front.



People around the bus start chiming in their agreement, and the person to the right of me is holding up a paper. It pretty much felt like they (and the paper) were all saying “This!”. I asked if I could hold onto the paper too, and held up the right side.

There’s an announcement about some death.

-Jump-

I’m in a classroom, and there’s a dire discussion going on about how my old classmate, Ron’s, dad ‘Jack’ was found out to be a killer. There was something about a dead raccoon. Ron is up front talking about how he should have known, and how he let his sister(?) ‘Amanda’ blind him. He is seeking forgiveness from us.

Inspiration: So weird to dream about Ron and Eyeshield 21 out of nowhere! The killer part comes from me watching the new episode of The Walking Dead and thinking about it before bed.

Fragment 1. Being forced to make a pancake dish. Someone wonders what I’ll do (to make it stand out). I crack an egg over the pancake in the skillet.

-Jump-

I’m looking for the pancake in the fridge. I ask dad if he saw it, because I wanted mom to try it, and he says he ate it. I find it anyway, because apparently he only ate the egg part.

Dream 1. I go into a mostly unused part of a school, but there are people around. I ask a maintencance man what’s going on, and he says it’s being put out of use. As I walk around, I see that the floorboards are missing in many areas so that there are holes.

I carefully navigate over/around them. I’m looking for Spice, I’m afraid he’s going to fall. I see him at a few points, as well as Smoke at one point. At another, I look into a small room to the right and see him sleeping on a chair across from someone.

I’m reaching the end of the hall and my sister is with me. She falls through the floor but manages to catch herself on a ledge. That’s when we see that the floor isn’t far down, because we’re up on a hill now. I see a map in my head of the area, which looks like a dark field with a hill and flat part.

-Jump- (Or maybe takes place in between looking for Spice and Rane falling.)

I’m sitting in an audience watching someone talking on stage. I see the curtains moving behind them clumsily and I shake my head, because I know who’s there. A minute later, two girls(?) come out and start talking.

There was something about a ‘stamp’ that people wore to identify them (or who they belonged to?). One of the girls had an almost see-through portion of her top as hers.

Inspiration: Spice has been sleeping on the kitchen chair lately. Map from Pokemon stuff most likely. I have déjà vu for the beginning when I’m wandering the unused area of the school.

Me and a girl were riding home on our bicycles from Taekwondo lesson (we did that a couple of times) and as we arrived somewhere (I don't know, but not an important place), her father asked me to have her as a guest at my house for 1 day because he would be out of town. So that she wouldn't have to be alone. We didn't feel any romantic feelings for each other and felt a little awkward. Not much special.

I had another but I only remember my uncles shop and that there was something with a cat.
I hope there will be a little more excitement though..

ARRIGHT managed to sleep after that and nothin' further bad happened which is good. I suppose as a rule, as long as I'm not still shaken up by whatever nightmare I had it's safe to go back to sleep. Yayyy~

Writin' this down at 4 PM, already got it memorized I suppose, CHECK DIS RECALL. (PS: one thing I do to aid recall is write out a quick outline with all the important details I remember, but I erase it when I'm done 'cause it's just for me, yo, it's lazy writin'. Example: "there was some kinda crazy mother figure who knew all our secrets and now we were in a house instead of a building and she totes (1) spilled the beans on my secrets and (2) despite being huge, could stretch herself to reach her limbs into any part of the house")

Dream 1
Arright so first of all I dreamed I was mercy-killing praying mantises. And praying mantises are my favorite bug so this was fairly traumatizing. Also I believe I was in the 1319 house again, in the dining room, though it may have kinda switched to the current house at times.

We had three mantises that were chilling on the dining room table, or at least we HAD three at the start of the dream. Mom had helped collect them, I believe, but the issue was that pretty soon the larger one was eating the smaller ones. They were all light green, and close to the same size, but the strongest and largest of them had some pretty powerful killing intent that obviously helped motivate the murders. It was actually pretty sad because once the larger mantis grabbed one it was pretty hard to free the smaller one, and then it was just helpless watching while the larger one tried to eat the smaller one's face, and the smaller one sort of tried to do the same, but generally failed.

I think there may have been in the end, far more than two murders, as though the dream were replaying the scenario a bit. Also it got a bit darker at times, with the smaller mantises ending up badly mangled or being dragged to their doom by the larger mantis grabbing onto a mangled claw of the smaller one, or eating the abdomen and nothing else, which is about when I started mercy-killing the smaller mantises. I only did this twice.

Hrm. Basically I took a rather powerful pair of scissors and cut the smaller mantises' heads off so they'd stop suffering, since they clearly couldn't survive without an abdomen. It was sort of a weird feeling because although they should've had little weeny necks, the sensation was like cutting through flesh ... yeah I'm freaking myself out now, along with probably a few other readers.

Anyway it was a fairly bad dream, but there wasn't too strong a sense of sadness and helplessness, and performing the mercy killings wasn't too traumatizing either. So that was alright I guess.

Fragment 1
Something about a golf range. Yup, that's all I got.

Dream 2
Man this one is much larger. Let's seeee...
First of all I was in some large building that I suppose I would describe as being some kinda museum. There was one of them theater exhibits near where I started out. Got the sense that the museum opened out onto the city, too bad I never got to check it out.

I had a group with me, companions of some sort. I would describe our relationship as... "friends by necessity", like perhaps members of a group project in a class, but while we were overall neutral there was a certain subtle warmth from them, which was nice.

NEXT THING WE KNOW WE'RE SURFIN ON THESE WAVES THAT'VE HALF-FLOODED THE FIRST FLOOR OF THE PLACE. Neat. It was actually more of an intentional wave sim than the product of some natural disaster. Still pretty dangerous though. I think we all had boogie boards, sort of official ones that probably all looked the same, and we were mostly just trying to not get crushed or torn up by these massive waves. Man they were huge. And they had this way of sort of sneaking up on you, where at first you were thinking "oh okay it's only rising to approximately THAT height, I should be fine," and then you'd hear shouts of alarm from your companions and realize it was not only still building but also about to crash down directly on top of you unless you dove under it. It was like that. They weren't too bad to deal with though. Note: no idea if I could breathe underwater, didn't have to deal with actually being underwater.

Kay next thing I remember is that there was this uh, scary "mother" figure who was sort of like, omniscient and could squeeze herself into anywhere. Which was surprising because as I recall she was rather large, not in the overweight sense so much as the "large and spiderlike with limbs that can contort" sort of sense. But other than that she wasn't scary. Pretty much a normal suburban sort of mother with extendy limbs and a habit of gettin' all up in one's business.

Speaking of which, that was the very first thing she did. (DAGNABBIT I OUGHTA FINISH WRITIN THIS THING ALREADY ITS TAKING ME AGES.) Uh. The very first thing she did was start gettin' all up in my business. I was sitting between these two ... box things, with a wall behind me and her in front of me, so I felt a little boxed in. OH GOODNESS I DIDNT MEANT TO MAKE THAT PUN. Too late now.

She mentioned somethin' factual (IWL, no less) and somewhat embarrassing about me, and I was just like "yup, that's true" because I wasn't letting her get under my skin. Then she started talkin' 'bout who I was dating, asking who it was, boy or girl, whether they were gonna cheat on me... I threw her a bone, tried looking legit upset by what she was saying just so she'd THINK it was working (I'm a terrible liar though so it looked super fake), then pointed out that my IWL boyfriend would never cheat on me. (#links 2 reality, check this sicknasty conscious decision making. just what I wanted~)

Next scene we were in some crazy house that I'd never been to before, which was PRETTY COOL. New houses are interesting. Also relevant to my life since it turns out we're freakin' moving again, but I didn't hear about that until today so idk draw your own conclusions. I'm a crappy psychic or whatever.

The scary mother with the bendy arms had no trouble navigating this (three story) house. She could send her hand to any room she pleased, or her foot if she so chose, and could see what was going on anywhere even if her face wasn't around. I recall being in some carpeted room on the third floor that I liked, seemed sunny and lived-in, loads of junk everywhere, looked like some not-quite-teenage girl must've resided there. Past tense, I don't know what happened to her. Maybe she was just away.

Anyway I was chillin' in there looking at all the mess and I realized the mother was lookin' for "us" (idk who else was with me) and saw her hand (with painted red nails) snaking its way into the room to grope at me or whatever. I was chill with that too. Not actual groping, you perv. She was being grabby but I was putting it up with it, I think that's mostly how I am in dreams. I let things happen to me. You'll see later, I'm sure. #crappy psychic.

OK and lastly the only other thing I remember is that at some point I was playin' some kinda game with my bro. We were younger than we are in reality and maybe it was a flashback, though a false one since the game and house were different from those IWL. Some kinda two-player video game, or something that two peeps could enjoy easily even if only one was playing. Something like that.

OKAY AAHHHH FINALLY DONE.

Non-lucid:
I am in class and something is wrong with my friend. He seems bothered by something and I try to solve it. I had some succes but I don't remember what was wrong anymore. I remember some policemen or people of authority being there, I also don't remember why. I was really concerned about my friend and really trying to help him. but then I get lucid, I don't know why but I just feel I am dreaming, I just decide it without reality checking. This concerns me now I think about it and in a second you will know why.
Lucid:
I am lucid and don't give a damn about my friend anymore and run straight out of the balcony, it's a 3-4 storey building and as I am dashing towards the ground I see that I am in a village in Turkey. What I also realize as I am diving head-first towards the ground is that I should have done some better reality checking and that I had better be dreaming or I will be smashed into the ground. I pull it off to fly at the last moment. I fly around a bit, this time it is really enjoyable, I feel the wind and the gravity better than normal, normally I don't feel anything at all while flying. I go to the grandma of a girl I like and ask her where the girl is. They seem to be having a fight or something. I go to the girl and she seems pretty mad, she is chaotic and going crazy. I try to calm her and talk to her, she calms down. Her hair is really messy. I remember the competition and decide to get super-speed. I do it by "sprinting in place", like in the cartoons and the take off, it works. I run really fast for about 20 meters. I do it a couple of times. Then I try to teleport a couple of times. The girl is watching me now, she is interested. The teleporting does not work. I suddenly see a girl flying around, I decide it is a lucid dreamer (wtf o.0) and go after her. I don't have very good control to gently approach her so I just grab her long hair as I get near and grab her. I don't know what I did after that.

Next dream starts lucid and I am flying.
I am flying around in a big room and the flying girl from the previous dream is there. I wanted to make her my team mate so I could get team points in the competition but I started the conversation wrong and couldn't even remember DrKwack's name so I failed. I don't remember why I did afterwards but it didn't last very long

I also had a false awakening where stuff happened that I cannot explain right now:
I got my phone to note the dreams I just had, but the phone didn't work. Then I started eating the battery of my phone, it tasted like chocolate, actually it [I]was[/I] chocolate and I thought to myself "why is it still not working" while eating the battery. I really can't explain this..

I was part of a game which somehow reminded me of The Hunger Games. It took place at my street, and we were a number of people divided in two groups. There was a raffle (the word "reaping" from the book came to mind) in which two names were called out, one person from each team, and these two people would fight to death. I was horrified when I heard my name being called, and I would fight against a girl who was in the same class as me in primary school. I haven't heard from her in ages, but well, there she was. She had a small sharp knife but I had nothing, so I was offered the chance to be given a weapon of their choice. Obviously, I agreed. They gave me a small sword which had a round end. I was disappointed, but I had to deal with it.

My opponent and I started running towards each other. I was almost crying and saying I didn't want to do it, but I knew I had to. When the girl was still a few metres away from me, she threw the knife towards me in an attempt to thrust it into my brain straight away. I was lucky that not the blade, but the wooden handle hit my head, and then it fell on the floor, leaving me unhurt. I turned around, picked it up and started running to her with my sword before me, and of course she started ro run away. When I reached her, I tried to stab her in the back, but because of the sword's round end, it just wouldn't get in. A few seconds afterwards, I noticed the wind was blowing against the blade, making it even more difficult. She somehow managed to escape and got into a house. I could see her from a glass window and I started trying to cut the glass with my sword, but of course it didn't work. An old couple came to the window from inside the house and told me to go away.

I went back to the starting point, knowing I could do nothing but wait. A while afterwards, she came from the other side of the street. I went near her and the fight turned into a heated argument. First, a single neighbour came out to the street to complain about the noise, then another one joined him and they both were telling us to shut up. The man who was leading the game told us we would leave it for another day, and I felt frustrated. As I went back to my house, I thought I had things to do on the next two afternoons, so it would have to be on the third day, at most.

Got some time to DJ

I am in huge factory that is similar to a dungeon in Zelda with the layout. but everyone was doing the same one. I am at the very top and I realize that it is a dream. I RC/stabilize. I step on a platform and teleport to the bottom of the dungeon. There are a lot of people in the dungeon, and it seems to be a race. I take off and go up some stairs. It seems to be a dead end after I get to two stories. I look up and grab a hold of the railing. I do a pull up and shoot myself up about 10 feet onto the next rail. It seems to be a water dungeon. I climb over and follow the stream. I push a 6X6 foot block off of the water and it starts running. Opening the door. I keep going and clearing out the stream more and more. I get to the top and realize that I have opened up the other side, but only if i hurry. I see a small hole and jump down about 10 stories. I land on my side and get up. I run to the open door. I run up it and there is nothing but stairs and open doors. I get to the top and am declared the king. Wake up.

Back to sleep. Another DILD. Sweet. I am back here. The layout is different. I RC/stabilize and start solving puzzles. It is quite similar, but the DCs that I run into are all really frustrated at me and have to address me as king. I also have a harder puzzle then them all and have to use a bow and arrow for it (must have been at the top) I still have to use super strength to move boulders. They gang up andbattack me from behind, but since i was in puzzle mode I didn't feel like a fight and jusr ignored their punches and kicks. I got to the top slower this time due to the harder puzzles. Wake up.

Day2
I dont remember becoming lucid or stabilizing or anything. I am flying over the ocean thinking about doing some dream tasks, but decide to just stick with the flying.

Again, dont remember becoming lucid, but I am questioning a DC about some dream rules. I forgot my questions and his answers. I forgot to write this down, and sound is the first thing i forget in dreams.

I hate journaling from my phone, but I gotta get this dream down!

There was craziness before this part, but I have little time: I was in a nonlucid where I was a little girl in a blue dress, eating Cheetos and skipping through the aisles at a Dollar Store looking place. I dropped several Cheetos on the floor, and decided to go to where they kept the brooms so I could sweep up my mess. As I approached a broom, I recalled that I had WBTBed just moments before, trying for a lucid. Yeah! I thought "now what did I want to do?" But could not for the life of me think of doing a TOTM. So instead I just grabbed the broom and decided to fly around the store on it like a witch. I hopped on the broom and rose up a bit then landed. I thought "damn, you fly all the time in dreams without a broom, you can do this." So I imagined the feeling of flying on my own, and that the broom was really just a prop, and it worked! There were 3 large mirrors in the store, and I flew by them so I could see myself on the broom. I even tried side saddle lol! I was still wearing a blue dress, but now it was a long, formal blue satin gown. My hair was in a bun and I was wearing glasses, looking very much like the fairy godmother from Shrek, only taller and younger. I got off the broom and went to a tall mirror. I remember thinking how much lucid dreams are like being a witch or wizard. I decided to give my reflection a makeover. I slimmed my hands down my waist, trying to elongate my body to look more svelt. Then I created THIS SONG IN THE DREAM as I was parading around in front of the mirror. It sounded like something from a Disney movie. And the last line actually was from little mermaid, which is why is doesn't fit with the rest. But the first four lines totally came from me. I woke up right after and forced myself to remember it because it was so ridiculous!

I can make myself thinner and trimmer and slimmer,
Leaving only what makes me look niiiiiice,
I can remove all the pouches and slouches and gouches,
So that EVERYone always looks twiiiiiice.
I pull out what's inside and I serve it up fried,
God I love little fishes, don't you?

Unfortunately I only remember a small fragment but it's Better then nothing I suppose.

Something about waiting for two guys, who insisted they weren't gay, to finish having sex. We were on teams and one of them said "red blue one two" and it was at that moment that I realized the patterns. I watched a train coming around a bend and heading into a town square. It was on a complicated track system and was going to crash into another train (in the same track) but it suddenly went in reverse just in time to switch tracks and avoid collision.

Night of March 17, 2014. Monday.



Having made six more deliberate (precision-wise) “portal” potentials with a third-person phrasing (other than the usual first or sometimes second-person aspects) with my special audio, I reached a state (which is still residual) that is comparable to an intensely blissful “flesh continuously melting off my body” effect - again, a sort of “misty” feeling, that is; my body being made of a light mist and with an enhanced conscious focus. I have always wondered why this was the case - that is, why my special audio is seemingly more powerful (and in-state controllable) than any type of drug - at least with regard to imagery and physical comfort as well as less randomness during the same time period. Certainly the mind can be set in this way with healthy methods such as this (without external chemicals of any kind) - which changes the perception of the body and instigates automatic deeper breathing and an overwhelming urge to continuously stretch every muscle which I eventually learned years ago was very important to maintain health and balance energy. Sleep paralysis is quite blissful as well (though many people write about it in a way that is completely different than how I have normally experienced it and even associate it with nightmares).

I first shift through various environments, mostly forest-like. However, there is one area that is somewhat like a large fountain of some sort, of moss-covered rock, with steps of the same general appearance going up to one edge. I am not fully sure of the purpose. It is almost more like a very small swimming area that goes around to make the doubled outline of a large square. I thought it might be something more relevant to the outside of a building for decorative purposes (similar to a flower-box), but I see no buildings or shelters of any kind or perhaps the building had fallen with the external bordering pool or fountain still left standing. The water itself is very clear and pure and I believe someone may be swimming there but not sure who. The area is going through some sort of growing speed of transition as I feel a sense of bliss in the changes and momentum, even in the very air around me.

Later, a girl (unknown) is seated in a meditation position on the ground in a clearing, cross-legged and radiating some sort of magnetic-like pattern, which seems to have an effect on the direction the wind is blowing and how the plants are growing. She lifts her hands up on my approach and a bright cloud-like form moves about her hands, superimposed on the palms somewhat and “wiggling” a bit in the air, rapidly. This is some sort of healing energy, which intensifies my lucidity for a time. I do not speak to any of the characters or to the environment itself as I sometimes do.

Another female (unknown) is on her stomach on a large branch of an ancient tree (possibly cypress, but not certain - it is not really that swampy or marshy) more than six feet up, it seems. Either her “hair” is long, large black and white feathers that are swept back, or it is some sort of headdress. Silvery eyes watch me. There is a slight but genuine smile, but more like a subtle patronizing regarding the tolerance of my presence. I sense smaller animals scurrying about in the underbrush, perhaps woodland voles. There is a strong scent of damp Earth. I almost get the impression of being seen as a “pet” by the universe or entities around, but that is probably oversimplification.

Night 10 (3/17/14) WRRW MILD woke me at end of first 90 minute cycle - unusually early awakening for me and dream content was MILD related false lucid where I was affecting the dream content with MILD-like thoughts. Odd one. WRRW=Wake, Recall, Re-enter, Write. Three minor dream signs show up in next dream recorded before WBTB: truck, grocery store, police(thoughts of only).

DILD: I am in a version of what is closest to M. Blvd but 2 levels. I am making more bubbles (kids bubble bottle with bubble wand inside) and something on the label of the bubble bottle seems to tell me that you can dilute the solution up to 50% and not affect the quality, so I add water. I hear a baby crying (minor dream sign) and look out the window and I can see that the neighbor's window is open and the sound seems to be coming from there. I then see a ~1 year old boy playing in the back yard, newly walking and looks somewhat like boys of my family, even myself or son. Inside our house some lady that is at our medium-sized gathering/party blows some bubbles that apparently land on an antique television that is up against the wall and a small fire starts. I run over and unplug the tv and blow out the fire. I say that these old appliances are dangerous. I go to make a label for the new bubble solution that I apparently put in a pill bottle and am looking for a marker write directly on the bottle but it is writing too light. I then decide to use post-it's and I notice writing already on the top post-it note and then the next 3 or 4. Something feels off. I think "wait a minute (my father-in-law) is here, this must be a dream." I don't remember seeing him or thinking about him during this dream before this point. I am still in a bit of disbelief due to how wrapped up I had been in this scenario up until this point. I look over to my wife kind of testing her reaction "hey your Dad is here, this must be a dream" and she looks at me like he is supposed to be here and with a "what are you going on about" look. Nope, this is definitely a dream, he passed away. I head over towards the living room and I see one of my son's college friends "E" and I take a lengthy detour but it doesn't derail me! I give her that look like "you know you want it too" and we start going at it. A good test to my lucidity is approaching. It is my son and a friend coming down the stairs and I think to myself, no worries, this is just a dream and I continue.

Spoiler for sexual content:

Super-paraphrased: I remove her top then pants, then intercourse on the couch

along with kissing while being careful not to get too lost in all of it. It is so realistic, the sensations are amazing. I decide it is time to move on and I fly up and phase straight through the ceiling/2nd story/roof as if it wasn't even there. I see a body of water and decide it would be fun to swoop down and do a little partial dip into the water still 'naked as a jaybird.' I then fly back up and hover above the water. I think about my 3 step tasks for the competition and still need to do steps 2 & 3 so I do a closed eye teleport (step 2) to space! Awesome!! I went from a daylight scene over the water to immediately being in dark outer space!! I think about step 3, mass telekinesis and something that I have been wanting to do for a while, moving a planet! I looked over to a grayish planet (the vividness of the dream was somewhat reduced at this point) and I am beaming with confidence and moved the planet what looked like a meter or so...but I am guessing it was what must have been the equivalent of thousands of kilometers considering the distance that I must have been from the planet which took up maybe 5-10% of the area immediately visible (without looking around)...but definitely larger than the typical moon display from Earth. While floating there excited over my success and considering what I want to do next I feel myself fading back to bed quickly. I try to DEILD but I only get minor vibrations and just lay there smiling and recalling all that just happened and how the dream started. The part before becoming lucid took some effort to bring it all back.

Night 6 (3/13/14) excerpt/from competition thread: I am flying in an airplane over water and enjoying the view from the cockpit. We get into a cloudy spot and I start to become concerned that I am flying too low as the water didn't look too far down before hitting the clouds so I looked for the altimeter but didn't find it and decided I better start pulling up. The clouds break and we are approaching a large city on the coast with skyscrapers. I feel like I already suspicious of this being an unusual situation and something about the scenario cues me in that I am dreaming. I think it was seeing this sign down below that got me thinking sexually all of the sudden and realizing that I can take action on that feeling in situations like dreaming. Either way I realize that this is a dream and phase through the cockpit and start flying with my dream body in a more gliding way enjoying my new freedom of movement. I swoop down towards the city and i am on the ground on the wrong side of the building. I fly up and over the building and back down to this place that is set up like a carnival side show with DCs all around. There is this woman that is part of the show who is supposedly from Syria with belly dancing like attire and she is getting undressed. It was very realistic and decide to get undressed and join her. I stop and do a quick finger through palm RC but it indicates awake so I float up a little and then continue getting undressed before fading back to bed. I felt I could re-enter the dream but my shoulder was so sore that I just had to move and I could feel my body shake a bit and my muscles become fully functional but I try anyway and eventually have to get up for a while like a 2nd wbtb but mainly to allow myself to get back to sleep later.
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I was counting money and it was taking me some time to do it, like I couldn't quite figure out how to count it correctly, but I kept trying, assuming I'd get it. Then this girls comes up to me and gets a funny voice and says she took $100+ dollars from me. I remember having been it her shoes, and so I grab a 20 from the mix and give it to her. She's so happy about that, and surprised she's not being punished. I think to myself, she just turned herself in, that should be rewarded. Now (IRL) the whole punishment/reward spectrum just bugs. Anyway, then she grabs all the people/family together and says "we're gonna have a free party!", meaning she's treating. I do my best to be encouraging and facilitating at keeping the idea alive.

At one point this person mentions that I was crying a lot, and I was like, yeah duh and stuff right? There's always something to cry about I'm used to it. They sympathized over my hardships, and kinda hugged me close.

We walking as a group down this corridor, the setting seems to be school. The are two sets of kids, black kids and white kids. We all have these sunglasses, some kinda yearly school thing. The black kids' glasses have a lot more personally, and the white kids' glasses are kinda generic and non-descript, bare even. Someone mentions the look of the white kids' glasses (which includes me and mine), and I say we didn't get a choice in the design style, and I bet you guys, the black kids, didn't either. In other words, I'm saying your glasses may be funked out, but that's likely just the effect of other people's views too (even if it was just the legacy of some long ago black student).

So there's this scene of slightly uncomfortable ideas. Nothing horrific, but it's a just useless noise I don't really want to entertain. People fitting into tight spaces, people getting stuck. For the most part it came across as someone else in those situations, and that was preferable to me. Then I was walking out along this snow over water, not sure if/when I'd fall through into freezing water, and given the inevitableness of ending up in these type of situations, I couldn't be bothered to emotionally respond to the situation, and just accepted the water will do it's thing despite any emotional design I put on it, so why bother.

I'm walking by and I join in on the sexual scene. I seem to recall having this feeling like finally I was able to join in, not because of my proximity or their acceptance of as much, but like because some obligation (to self protection?) or external restraint was no longer in place. As I join the scene, the centrally hot non incidental person comments about how nice it suddenly feels, and he suspects the effect isn't from his previous partner alone. He tries to get that person to show them whether it was them alone or not that made him feel good. He sees it wasn't really him. Then I do the same thing to him we'd just been doing, and my it did feel good. It was like a form of indirect stimulation, like rubbing the soft spot of my neck up and down in dick, like you know sometimes you just hit this sweet spot. By now it's just him and me, and we continue being sexual. He starts to give me anal, but I'm like, are you wearing a condom? He says not yet, but he won't ride me long enough to cause issues before he puts one on. The idea tempts me and is somewhat logical, but I don't fully trust his ability to not pre-cum in me. We end up stopping and having a sit down moment where we discuss safety and the choice we make. He's always been more sexual. I was just waxing on about the dangers we invite in, and he seemed to kinda have a new appreciation of what I meant. The whole scene went on to be about how he and I began having sexual interactions that were outside of the smooth/uncomplicated/ and hardcore moments he was used to. Instead they were more awkward, like even logistically, harder to get oriented, less immediately satisfying, but which ultimately were growing to something very rewarding. We achieve this interested orgasmic state which was nice, but not uncontroversial, in that for a while the orgasm state seemed to say it's not that you feel necessarily good here, it's that you feel strongly here, and some of the sensations while not adverse enough to be a deterrent, we not the type of thing you'd shoot for. It comes up that in that state and he's keeping it alive, he could get slapped by me, and he has a dejected response saying oh yes, thanks for letting me know that's a possibility, and I'm like, yeah well, it's not as likely to happen with me involved, but what do you expect when it's not all a good feeling.

The first thing I remember is being outside with a lot of people. Alex and Dan were there, and then some people from the dorm that I supposedly knew, but I couldn't quite put faces on them. We were all trying to get into this little caged in area that was strictly for people who have cards that allow their entry. Previously, we had managed to get a bunch of cards from a few people. Riley had a card of his own that he had taken from someone, but he was very nervous to use it. He thought that someone would recognize that it wasn't his. I was sure that he would be perfectly okay. I apparently had done it many times before. I was looking at it and people had already started to get into it. They found some sort of glitch. In the far right corner from the door, one guy began puling down the door on what looked like a toaster oven. Every time he did that, the front door part of the cage would retract into the island-looking centerpiece of the area. But it would only stay there for a matter of seconds before coming back. It was very interesting a piece of machinery. At one point when it opened, it opened in a much different way. It opened up and looked more like it was going to stay open, so it was much slower a transition. Alex walked closer and closer and definitely could have gotten in at one point, but he didn't. I told him that he could have totally gotten in but he only remarked about how scary it was almost being crushed by the bars when the suddenly fell back down and closed. We were all very energetic at the time, and there was almost a feeling like we were getting ready to leave on a trip. I say this because near the building there was a bunch of bags filled with snacks and cigarettes. We were all trying to smoke something, no matter what it was. People were offering things to other people.I sort of wanted to smoke, but I wan't particularly intent on it. My card, I found out slightly after I got it, was blank with no signature, so I knew that it hadn't even been activated yet. It still even had other little cards still on it that were only meant to be temporary. I saw Gabe an saw him smoking so I assumed he had something to smoke. This was the first time I looked in the back. Gabe shot off down the hill to my left as I reached the bag on only what I could rationalize as a little razor scooter that was slightly too small for him to ride. I looked in the bag and there was another guy near it sort of being its keeper. He recommended something of his to me that he just found recently. I thought it was a type of cigarette the way he described it and by the fact that it was definitely in a cigarette box when I first saw it. I picked it up and opened something out of it as he was telling me where he got it and how good it is. It turned out it was a some small piece of candy-looking cough drop. He insisted I try it, and I could smell it, and it smelled delightful, so I popped it into my mouth. I thought about what t would taste like with some sort of smoke and I quickly stopped thinking about that. We all of the sudden needed to go back inside, and there was a set of four double doors, two at first and then another pair. Everyone was opening doors for each other and no one was going through the right doors. I even opened the door for two people that were in wheelchairs and neither of them accepted my kindness. We all got in and there was a check in process that I know I proceeded with and finished but it was short and I can't remember exactly how it went. But I was in and there was a booth where people were filling out questionnaires about safe sex. I really didn't want to do it, but apparently after filling it out you got a bunch of cool little items like stickers and notebooks, so I decided to fill it out. I grabbed the paper and I had a green pen, and I remember writing some words. I think it was something like, "Safe sex is very important...," before I got distracted by something else. Although, before the rest of the dream happened, I remember how smooth I recognized the actual writing to be. From then on, the scene was very interesting. Out of nowhere, a movie-like scene of railroads and old dusty towns filled my eyes and my ears. I could hear sounds of railroad tracks being hit with hammers and the sound of the train clicking on the tracks was louder than ever. I could see different people walking around but everything was beautifully, and in a very artistic fashion, surrounded by clouds of dust. It was fun to be a part of. Some of the words being said, in terms of the specific town we were in, had to do with the founders and how the innovations in train technology were what sort of defined the town, especially from the last trainsman, the one who was still alive today. The dream was closing to an end as I saw Whoopie Goldberg, of all people, also working away. I was putting rocks down in a little crevice to fill it up so it would be safe and the dream started to fade.