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My very first lucid was a while ago like a year or two when i in real life always push me hair to the side of my head, to like spike it up whenever a cute girl sees me and i did this in a dream once and it acted as a trigger to make me realize i was dreaming. I went up to the girl and made out with her haha cant blame me . But instead of doing That stuff.. I messed around a little and went up to a random person in my dream who happened to be my study hall teacher and asked her what her name was. She told me the wrong name and i told her she wasnt real and punched her in the face which made her go flying way off into the distance which made me laugh uncontrollably and made me wake up.

Spoiler for No dreams here ;U just thoughts:

Man every time I make one of these entries I'm somehow surprised that another day has passed. Almost the 20th of March? That was ... fast.

I had a couple dreams but for once I can't be bothered to remember 'em. Feels like they were just too boring/strange/pointless. Mostly pointless. I suppose I'll give myself free passes every so often 8)

In other news I get the feeling being well-rested is a better motivator for recall/investment than just thinking about dreams during the day. And anyway, I don't want to spend every day thinking about dreams... at least not right now. Think I just need a small break ;3 .. and more sleep ... and to get all kinds of school down now that spring break is overrrrr~

heck I don't even wanna think about anything emotional or exciting. I literally just want to get my school done and then rest some more. Maybe that's why my dreams were boring? Maybe part of dreaming is anticipation of the next day? How would that work...

Alternatively, maybe my waking mood colored my dreaming experience. I was relatively unconscious during those dreams so I suppose the only time I could properly react to them was after I was awake. And I mean "unconscious" as in, I couldn't properly react to things, and it felt like I was operating on some sort of auto-pilot. A pretty intelligent auto-pilot compared to some dreams, but auto-pilot all the same. Is that more a reflection of my dream mood or my current mood? Huh.

Also if I retain this mood the whole day, that would be sort of unexpected. I'm usually fairly inconsistent mood-wise. We'll see. I just feel tired and kinda sick right now so I guess I can see that mood lasting the whole day.

3,19,2014

This dream is fragmented, but…I am sliding down a gigantic water slide and my goal is to reach the bottom. The slide is more like a mario kart race track with secret passages and obstacles. There are "boosts" around the slide which I try to ride over. Eventually I pick up my dog as a passenger. Now as I ride over the boosts I go no faster as the weight of myself and dog is too great. Soon I make it to the bottom. At the bottom JS is waiting. I cannot remember much more unfortunately.

I am now with a friend JS (different JS than before) in an office of some sorts. The office looks very nice although it looks incomplete as it is either being torn down or set up. JS has a job here which surprises me because he is a music major and likes teaching. Anyway, we hang out (he doesn't do any work). Eventually, I am at a stadium of sorts with members of the marching band I was in in high school. I am helping them I think. MRB asks me to help the band tomorrow. I am reluctant, but I think I eventually say yes. The dream is fuzzy and there are some parts missing but that is the gist.

Pirate book
I'm in the water near the shore of an island with a small group of people. The water is waist deep for a long way out. A much larger group of rough men approaches, though it actually turns out to be two groups. One is a fairly reasonable group of pirates, but the other is very dangerous. The dangerous ones don't speak English, but the leader of the less dangerous ones speaks both languages. He ends up interpreting between myself and the leader of the dangerous ones. Somehow I manage to impress the dangerous leader, and he gives out a roar of good-natured laughter. Off in the distance, I see a storm approaching. The water is getting churned up and starts to look muddy.

Now I'm reading a book about pirates (i.e. the last scene in the dream). I'm about 2/3rds of the way through, having just started a new part. In the book, a bird makes a comment, something that sounds very off-handed, but it sounds familiar. I'm reading on my tablet now, so I search the book for the phrase and realize he's used that some phrase twice before, both before major events, and that he's much more than he seems. Somehow I had ended up back on the title page, and the search was also to help me find my place. In the scene, the bird and a couple of other guys are in the cabin of a ship.

Now I'm at a restaurant just sitting down with Peter S. Four two-person tables (rectangles) are pushed together, and I get a seat on the corner with him on the other side of the table and one seat left. Other people we don't know are sitting nearby. Peter's stuff is on the seat next to me, on the seat to his left (directly across from he), and on the tables; I'm amazed at how spread out his stuff is. We talk about how this place used to be, with the menu making no sense. He gave the example that you couldn't order a lemonade unless you also ordered an iced tea, and I said that if that happened I'd just order the tea but tell them to give it to the next person in line. The manager comes by, greets Peter (it seems he's a regular here), and puts free drinks cups on the table. He's put down a couple of large styrofoam cups as well as a tall stack of communion cups. I get up to go get a drink and decide to get iced tea. It's unsweetened, so I look around for the sugar. As I'm adding the sugar, the manager (a tall thick black man) talks to me about Peter, then asks if I've read the pirate book like the rest of Peter's friends have. I reply that I'm getting through it and finding it very thought provoking, and he says that I'll find it even more so as I get even further in. There are only a handful of spoons left, and one of them looks like it was used and put back (I see what looks like sugar stuck to it). I make sure to grab a clean spoon.


Hotel strangeness
I'm in what seems to be a hotel's conference center. I'm in a large hallway outside an auditorium. Through the doors I see lots of people seated and someone up on the stage. In front of the doors are what seem to be registration tables with people seated behind them. The conference is somehow related to me (work, maybe?) but I have no interest in it and walk away. I think something about where my car is parked.

Now I'm in a hotel room with someone I don't know. We talk about something, and he mentions a secret passage under the hotel. Now we're back near the registration area. I hope no one notices us. He lifts a large section of the floor (maybe 6' x 6') with a rug on top of it and reveals a trap door with a keyhole in it. He unlocks and opens it.

Now I'm walking back through the hotel to get to the room. There are doors on the sides of the hallway and in the middle of the hallway, all with different locks. I can't figure out why they would put them there, since most of them can just be walked around.

Now I'm back in the room. Pink strings are strung all over the place. I look through the window and see we're not at ground level (I don't know how high up we are). Across the street I see people at an open window. I realize I know them, and I also realize they're firing at me! It's some kind of game, but it's one I'm really not interested in playing. Somehow, one of them swings across and engages me in close combat. I try to dissuade him, but he keeps playfully engaging me. It ends up getting nasty and I fight rather brutally. I win the fight but I'm very unhappy about the whole thing.

23:56 bedtime not bad, couldn't be helped, family watching news on TV in our room

00:00 Wednesday 2014-03-19 Competition #17 night #12

07:24

1) At near-night-time in childhood neighborhood park, very dark but still can see. I'm on the middle level near the path down to the bottom level on the right. I notice a tree that I think I used to climb, it looks very old, near dead, and that's depressing. I look up and see a small group of green leaves. I go partway down the hill and look at another tree on the hillside going down to the basketball level. The ground had been built way way up and I knew the base of the tree was buried deep in the dirt. The whole scene seems a bit spooky. I'm down on the bottom level looking at the path up the other side, I catch a glimpse of someone running down the far path, I can't see the person clearly, I'm a bit concerned about encountering him. I see steam coming out of two vents in the ground, I wonder what kind of steam it is and suppose it's not healthy to breathe. Someone runs by me kicking a plastic milk jug full of some red/pink liquid, the jug scoots by me and up the hill a bit, I laugh at this. There is now a group of young punks walking towards me and going up the hill. They look at me. I go up the hill with them. One of them is throwing acorns at me which is annoying. I say "Hah, you think that hurts? I grew up in the B schools, every day I had *stones* thrown at me."

2) Dance party. Packed with young people, wife is there. Two people arrive, one is a short Asian woman who looks really strange, I think if she approaches me to dance I'll quickly go to my wife and dance with her. A staff members comes out and announces "ok you kids in the back, you can have beer but can't have harder alcohol, and you'll have to order food." I go to one of these guys and say "Hey, I wish I was in trouble for underage drinking, because that would mean" (do some math in my head), "27 years younger!"

F1) I'm playing in an orchestra on my instrument. One of the punks complains that the music is bad, I say that it's better than the pop music at that dance place which was playing for hours and hours and hours.

F2) I kick over a stool accidentally and it falls into a guy sitting at the next table, I profusely apologize, and say I didn't realize anyone was sitting there now. His friends joke about this, I say I'm not that drunk.

3) With Jr high friend DD, I was telling him "did you know I used to be with AG, and it sucks because I gained a lot of weight in December," and she broke up with me. I see myself posing in skinny jeans sticking my butt out and striking stupid magazine style poses, then I see myself heaving with a noticeable roll of fat around my middle.

We went to a place famous for its furry rats. They come up and climb all over you. One was climbing all over me, I was freaked out by this, i couldn't use my hands to brush it off of me, I said "get it the hell off of me!" My friend said "It's OK, let it crawl all over you, even your face, you have to do that." I didn't want to. There was some schematic drawing of the rats showing their long fur.

08:51

4) swimming. I'm coming from another pool walking by a larger pool and I get in because there are a lot of free lanes. As I'm getting in I start to see swimmers in each of the lanes in the pool, so I take the right-most lane by the wall. There are some people in the way, I'll just swim around them. One of them is a woman with a very large bust, I think about checking her out more closely. But it doesn't quite work, I turn around and go the other way. There's another attractive woman swimming there and I check her out as well. I think "oh man the next time I lucid dream I'm going to have a good time!" I get out of the pool, I hop out and I'm instantly on my feet, I'm amazed at how easily I got out of the pool and on to my feet.

Leaving the pool there are a bunch of people outside, there it a little girl touching pieces of styrofoam, I put one in my mouth it's already a bit wet and I think she probably put it in her mouth already. There were a bunch of little pieces of styrofoam on her shoe, I blow at them to clear them off and most fly away but not all of them.

Great night sleep, but lousy dream recall.

Dream 1 (Fragment): I remember this part from 3rd person perspective. Arnold Schwarzenegger is walking down a hall, in a hotel, back to his room. He is wearing nothing but white briefs. His is very out of shape and his gut is hanging over his waistband. He yells out “LEAVE ME ALONE!!” To some people who were just following him.

*squints at screen*

Pfeh. These dreams had almost no emotion, no investment, no consciousness. But on the bright side they're pretty easy to write down.

Impression
Somethin' about bein' in some unfamiliar college. It had some fairly dim lighting.

Fragment
Chillin' with my mom. First we were .. watching church together? Maybe trying to determine whether a certain church was worth going to?

Then we just ate a whole lotta cake. My fave was this rainbow-marbled stuff with chocolate chunks in it.

Mom had a certain air of nervousness or stressed-out-ness about her like, the whole time. I think that's why we were eating cake, to try to help her deal widdit.

We tried a whole lotta cake and the whole time there was this odd sense of caring for each other. I mean, not odd as in unusual or whatever, odd as in "oh I won't start eating this cake type until you're ready for us both to have some". As if we were either of one mind, or just paranoid and wanting to be as nice as possible. Weird dream.

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Need theories for drop in recall during WBTB's lately. Hypothesis: Gradual drop in motivation/investment. Not thinking too hard about dreams during the day, not super psyched about dreams as I fall asleep. Leaning more towards the former as cause. I imagine that somethin' about dream-related awareness during the day could improve recall; paying more attention to my surroundings in the interests of having neato dreams translates to remembering more detail? Or am I confusing that with simply having more motivation?
That said, I imagine more memorable dreams will automatically stick more, so maybe it's not a real concern.
Hm. I want more investment. That means I need more motivation. What's my motivation?
I don't think I have tooooo much motivation to remember every tiny dream I have. Actually I know for a fact I've started flagging a bit on that. Bwah. Thoughts.
WBTB recall not a huge concern compared to Morning recall. Both seem like they're slipping, though.
I cannot organize my thoughts right now >:U

I was driving without a drivers license. I think I was still a teenager. I would tale the highway but exit at the next exit, and I think I did that a few times. At some point I was getting into a parking garage when I felt jolted because another car had bumped me from behind. I wondered whether there was any damage but decided to not get out and to ignore it because getting out I would have been expected to show a license.

I was choosing ice cream at an ice cream store, and I chose vanilla with chocolate fudge and vanilla with Carmel.

Morning of March 19, 2014. Wednesday.



This morning I dreamt of a familiar well-known actor who had long brown hair and who appeared to be about twenty-five years old. However, I could not remember his name. I also could not remember what movies I had seen him in. I thought and thought about it and his name did not come to me, even after several hours. Later, in real life, I had to go shopping for groceries. While walking past the meat section, and seeing a pack of processed bacon, it suddenly dawned on me and I remembered his name. Kevin Bacon. How amusing.

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In my dream, I am not sure of where I am living. I believe it is my older sister Marilyn’s house. (Marilyn died this year on February 13th.) The rest of the neighborhood is very different than real life. There is a large field directly to the north. There are a few cars here and there. These cars all seem to either belong to Kevin Bacon, or he is fixing them up for friends and relatives. He seems very cheerful and friendly, and quite young compared to his present real age. He is mostly using an orbital sander on the bodies of the cars at first, mostly the fronts. However, he eventually goes inside a van and does some sort of welding and a very strange mood enters my dream - as if it is very likely that there will be an explosion caused by whatever he is doing in the van. Still, that never happens regardless of how anticipated it is.

I converse with him about the type of paint he is using relating to the automobiles and how the finish is completed. A strange idea is discussed about how a car only needs a finer finish in the front and how the back can just be left with a rough finish (supposedly because people only care about or look at the front of a car). He has much work to do but seems like a close friend and is happily tolerant of my impositions and presence as I ask him various questions. (I am not one hundred percent certain, but I do not presently recall dreaming of Kevin Bacon prior to this.)

My sister Marilyn eventually makes an appearance but she is somewhat transparent and not clearly defined, almost as if her presence is only an image from elsewhere. Her head, a bit larger than it should be, appears in our backyard at our present address (as my dream seems to shift to a different setting) at about the correct height, and she expresses an interest in the environment as she “walks” farther from the back of our house (more on the side closest the west fence that faces the street), but I never see the rest of her.

Morning of March 19, 2014. Wednesday.



There are kittens everywhere - and I do mean everywhere. They are en masse. The “ground” just outside our bathroom window at our present address is all kittens, seemingly in at least three layers. They are mostly all calico kittens of similar colors. During this time, I am also aware of small tunnels into the Earth that have larger stones around the openings and which go down into the Earth at about a twelve to fifteen degree angle.

Are all these kittens coming out of the Earth and covering the planet? It seems like it, but the tunnels and kittens are separate. The area of ground on the west end of our yard, to the back of the house, is entirely covered, but they are only on ground and grass for the most part. They cannot seem to move very much or very far from where they are wiggling and rolling. An unusual sight, sort of pretty or at least intriguing in a way, but still strange. They do not seem to be harmed in any way or showing signs of stress or injury.

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I have had similar dreams in the past, including one where I was hovering over the inside of a large chicken farm and seeing infinite white chickens and another dream with endless turkeys. This seems to be some sort of coalescence metaphor or possibly the reverse, that is, conscious energies being divided while in the dream state.

It's raining and we were all line up walking as if we were all held prisoner. This guy and me were plotting a deal to break free. As we walk this girl who wore a gray hoodie came and turn me around and force me to make direct eye contact with her. I took a great look at her face and realise I knew her from the past. I immedtialy get irritated and turn back around and tried to runaway however she grabbed my arm. I yell let go of me, let go of my arm! However she only hold tigher as I turn around she began to laugh so I decided to spin her in to hitting a bus however she threw me back and my face was about to get hit by the subway train. I decided might as well get hit by a train then let her grab my arm. As I tried to get hit by the train she force me not to by twisitng my arm. So I push her to other train as it hits her face and ask are you crazy. She smiled and we kick each other back to two different trains. I sit down as I felt extremely dizzy. And everyone including myself began to laugh for no reason.

Fragment 1. Some kind of food thing.

Fragment 2. Me and Rane are going through things in my room. She’s looking through the green binder and I briefly wonder ‘why she has to go through my things’.

I find a pack of Uno cards and wonder if any are missing. ‘Survival’ is written on the bottom side of them. I realize it’s not Uno. There are dinosaur themed drawings on the cards and a stegosaurus. ‘Sagittarius’ is written on the other side.

I show them to Rane.

Inspiration: I played Skip-bo with Rane the other day, thought it seemed a lot like Uno when I saw the deck.

Notes: I had the hardest time getting up enough to remember anything. The only reason I can imagine why is because of the rough night and going a little overboard with exercising. *yawns*

Based on F/SN, as Emiya, I've just found myself in a timeline where I'm acting as Servant to the white-haired version of Sakura. I'm thinking that I've been through this type of timeline before, and there are only two ways events play out after this point, neither of which I want to go through again. I'm trying to think up a way to avoid repeating those same patterns, to create a third possibility instead. At the moment, I'm helping Tohsaka climb up into some passageway, to either hide or escape from Sakura.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

After a series of extremely loosely IRL-based scenes (although I thought of all the locations as IRL-based, the only thing that actually resembled IRL was my own identity), I'm walking into the lobby of a hotel where I'm living, heading for the stairs. I pass a woman working at the front desk, a woman with straight black hair in a bob. Looking at her, I think that she reminds me of the woman who appeared in a shared dream with my IRL sister years back, in which she'd been my sister's roommate. Her hair's longer this time. When I make eye contact with her, I become lucid. I immediately start floating. I remember my intention to try summoning Julia today (usually my most common recurring DC, she hasn't reappeared since my first and last attempt at deliberately summoning her), and I start to do so, but then I change my mind about the method - rather than try to summon directly, it's easier for me to 'summon' by traveling. Since I'm still moving towards the stairs, I decide that Julia is at the top of those stairs. It's a spiral staircase, gold railing, huge, in the center of the room; it reminds me of a pillar and also of DNA. As I focus on it, I become aware that I'm waking up. I can feel the bed against my back, and the image of the staircase has frozen, as if I'm no longer moving. It gives me the impression that it's melting - not the staircase itself, but the visual image, like a filter being applied to a photo. I lose visuals. I spend some time trying to force the dream to reform, and have the feeling I'm getting somewhere, there's a brief sense of something shining in the darkness, but I eventually have to admit that I'm now too awake for this.

Except it's a false awakening. I spend some time in that same hotel lobby, looking through my backpack, trying to find a pen with which to write down that dream, before waking up for real.

These were all much clearer when I woke up but I didn't have time to write it up, so now they have become fragments!

fragment 1:

I was in some dystopian future where the world was ruled by a small group of druids. They would influence the world through sound somehow. I just remember that they thought they were so cool in their hooded robes and with their enigmatic ways.

fragment 2:

Was hanging out with Don Draper, been watching too much mad men

Dream 1:

There was a high school reunion that was taking place in the library of my old high school. I was meeting people I haven't seen in years and clowning around, making people laugh. Then I saw one of my best buddies and I followed him outside. I was suddenly in the mountains outside a cabin. I said, "Wait a minute! We were just in a high school, how are we hundreds of miles away now?!" Then I became lucid. I spent a couple minutes trying to remember what I was supposed to do for the tasks and I got worried that the dream would start to destabilize but then I remembered something about teleporting to a world from a movie or book and I couldn't remember any for a second and then I thought Harry Potter! So I closed my eyes and imagined Hermione's pretty little face. Didn't work, damnit. I ended up in some ancient forest instead.

So I started to run through the forest and I came upon a little village that was built in the trees and immediately I realized, I'm in the Star Wars Ewok Village!! I was super excited. So I flew up to the little huts surrounding the trees and landed on a bridge. There was nobody up there so I tried to make someone appear. I saw a little furry guy and I went over to talk to him but then I heard this really loud noise that sounded like somebody started to take a shower. Dream froze like video games used to do back in the day on the old consoles. I could still see the image of the dream but everything was frozen. It slowly faded away to black as I struggled to stay in the dream.

fragment 3:

I was in a town, hanging out with this girl I'm friends with. I don't remember how I became lucid, I just remember that I was and I decided to fly around looking for something cool to do. I looked down and saw this old civil war part of town that was cut off and preserved. I don't remember what happened here, a lot missing. Next part I remember, I was taking the girl and some older lady on a journey to show off my dream powers. For some reason I also feel like we were running from something. I drew a rectangle on a wall with chalk that I pulled out of my pocket and turned it into a door, then opened it. I told them to go in so we could teleport. I made them hold onto me so that I wouldn't lose them through the teleportation process. Once I went through the door I found a wall blocking me, I turned around and the door I used to get in was now gone. We were trapped in a 3'x3'x7' room. Claustrophobia started to set in, so I quickly tried to teleport us out of there. We ended up back in the street. The older lady disappeared, lost her :'(

The girl's brother appeared and tried to take her away. I lost them in the crowd.

Dream 2:

I started in a cafeteria, the girl from the previous dream was there with her brother, sitting at a table. I remembered the previous dream and became lucid. I immediately asked the DC's to show me to the smartest of them. They all looked at this guy in the corner of the room. I walked over to him and turned him into an enormous head to make sure that he was really smart enough to answer my question adequately. I asked him what his dreams were like and he told me that he wasn't even sure if they were his dreams, if he was actually the dreamer or just another part of the dream. I thought for a minute about how I kind of feel the same way. I then decided to mess with the DC's a little bit and so I made a very loud sound and kept making it louder until the glass exploded, I don't think I get points for that but it was pretty damn cool. I made the glass shards fly into the room and swirl above the heads of the DC's. Then I woke up.

tv, bottle of wine, sleep,
5:44 - wake up naturally, take galantamind 4mg + choline 500mg, awake for 30 minutes, try to be active, after 30 minutes go back to bed

6:54
I'm in the room where I sleep. I sit on the chair. I did wild before sleep, so I think that I'm in the dream from reallity, but clock doesn't fit, so this is DILD. I do RC by my digital watch, it changes. I've memory in the dream about my last non lucid dream. The dream is very unstable, I can only see with my right eye. I wear glasses on it, in real, I don't wear glasses. There is my girl. I try to speak with her, but the dream begin to fade. I do stabilization by half body spinning. It doesn't help.

I'm in a apartement. I see entrace door with some desing hole in it. I see all the hall. There are shoes at the doors. I'm worry that there is someone in the flat. I go look to the bathroom. The is guy, from my town where I was young. I start to scream and he do the same. When we calm down we speak to each other. I realize that I'm dreaming. I go to window and tell my self that I'm invincible. I jump from the tenth floor on the ground. It doesn't hurt and I'm ok. I'm thinking what to do next. I don't have a plan so I try make some points for the competition. I fly around and I see gathering of people infront of a stage. I land there and try to do telekinesis with one person. It's easy. I levitate 6 metres above the ground. Let's try mass telekinesis with all those people. I lift up around 60% of people and when they are up and I start to move them in circle. It's fun. People on the ground want fly too and they envy the levitating ones. Next I try to recall my waking life and I wake up.

7:37
I fly over the city and I remember that I want to improve my teleportation skill. I try to summon tardis three times but I fail. I see a girl with puprle hair. She is really beautiful so I ask her if she would like to have sex tih me. She agree and we do it. During sex, she turned into older blonder hair woman and stops and go away.

I'm in the kitchen and I see my grandpa sitting at the table. I do reality check with a wall-clock. Granpa try to convince me that this is not dream, but the clock changes all the time. I tell him look and put bottle on the ground and lift up with telekinesis. Lift up it to his eye. What do you say now? ) He says nothing. I go outside and I tell my self that I'm super strong. I pick up SUV car. Then I tear it apart.