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It's 6 AM and I just woke up. about 6 hours after I went to sleep. I woke up naturally, the alarm I had set at 3.30 AM did NOT wake me up.
A guy I know in real life (about 7-8 years older than me, ~27) drove me to a place with hills. We drove around a little bit and somewhere we stopped to get something. I looked down and saw a beautiful black place with a shiny waterfall, down a path. We went there and it was a lake with crystals all over it. Shiny crystals, light green/blueish, really cool, From here I don't remember how it went. I don't know if it was in the same dream with a scenery change or if elements carried over into another dream. But the next thing I remember is being at the house of those 2 nieces. Their neighbor had a dog, supposed to be seperated by a wooden fence and tied by a chain, but the fence was broken and the 2 back gardens were connected, and the dog was going crazy, nearly breaking the chain. I don't know what I was doing in the garden but I think I was stuck somehow. I got away at the last moment and ran. Ran towards a house on the place with hills (from the previous dream or scene). When inside, I remember words from someone in an other dream saying 'horses may be sweet animals but when hungry they turn into vicious predators'. I don't know how the dog became a horse but it was standing behind a door behind stairs. I heard it raging and saw it almost breaking the door, I rembered a raging horse could climb non-steep stairs and got scared. Then I saw something to slide open, is it called a hatch? I opened it and I showed myself to the horse downstairs and because it was raging it got distracted and got away from the door. I don't know how that helped because I planned on getting away from the windows. At that moment 2 samurai came in, one killed the other and took me away.

If you read this here are some things you might want to know:
1. This is not totally correct, I had to fill some gaps with imagination because I don't fully remember it
2. It sounds like a lot but it is not more than 10-15 minutes of boring bullshit, that's why I really had to grind my teeth to get myself to write this down

I have stayed awake for enough for this to be called a wbtb (nearly 30 minutes) and now I'll listen to some music and go back to sleep.

Had a small dream that i was in real life bettle juice. just like the movie except i was tripiing on acid and make a super nintendo game about it just so that others could play it and trip on acid.

Just had a small dream that i was in shop class working on a project and i asked my teacher who was pretty hot whee the blank paper was so the i could do a rough draft and she pointed to a box of paper on the ground and when i went to get it they were her shoes and socks and at this point my shirt was off and she asked for my id. so i gave it to her. and another teacher in the room said just because he has his school id doesnt mean that he gets to leave. and my shop teacher responded that she didint have to stand up for me. it was raining out at the time. and i guess aomething happened with the buses like students got in trouble. but then it went to a new cast that jesus was terrorizing the town. but at that point every thing turned into a southpark theme xD

BF3 simulation. i remember jumping from helicopter. i called 1800 ##. I got a foundation #. I felt bad because i was going 2 prank them

Night 5:
3/12/14* <snip long cool dream trying to find way out of cult compound with many interesting rooms and old instrumentation.> I make my way out of the compound through the exit I was originally trying to convince the team to use but we are all now separated. As I find my way outside onto a busy street I notice a guy in a blue jacket and I wonder if he is security for the compound. I decided I should not be obvious and continue my path it will go very near his path and as I get closer to him I hear him calling over the radio something like "the guy is over here." I notice more and more guys in blue jackets with some fake Chase Bank logo and I finally realize that this is a dream. I use telekinesis to throw the guy 20 or so yards. And as more come I sling them aside one by one with telekinesis. I notice that there are quite a few and they may make ground on me so I use telekinesis out in a circular wave pattern and blast them all outwards - about 15 or 20 of them! Awesome! I then think that I want to move on to my goals for the competition and I fly up above all of the mess and stop mid air maybe 200 feet up and start to recall my goals and consider which would make the most sense to do next and as I am thinking I feel myself fade back to bed. I lay still to try to re-enter the dream but it felt like I was at the end of REM and was awake for now so I rolled over and wrote in my dream journal.

Night 2:
3/9* Excerpt for lucid part that came way late after 9+ hours in bed and getting over the hump of nothing but advanced dreamlets: I am driving through the neighborhood looking for her and I realize - wait a minute, this is not my old or new neighborhood but a dreamy mix of the two, I am dreaming. I am already driving and one of my top 10 lucids was flying in my car, so I pull back on the steering wheel like you would the yoke of airplane and I fly around a bit before everything turns dark and I end up in a very convincing false awakening that I don't catch! Ugh!

Last night, I had what was probably the best, most lucid dream I've had so far in my journey as an oneironaut. It was visually vivid, I was at a pretty good level of consciousness and I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to do. If only I had been able to carry it on for longer!

I became lucid after having dreamt of having been in a terrible fight with my mother. This is something that, to my appreciation, has been a recurring element in my lucid dreams recently - my lucidity having been triggered by something so unusually negative happening that I couldn't believe how it ever could have happened and then realising that it was literally too bad to be true. (Sort of even makes me want to have more bad dreams than I do now, when I think about it. ) When it happened, I was alone in my bedroom. And so, when I started to suspect that I was actually dreaming, I took the same route as I had once before in the same situation - I checked the clock that's normally by the side of my computer. When I look back on it, I recall that it was a different form and colour from my real one; but these details were not necessary for me to have my suspicions confirmed by this reality check. In the upper-right quarter of the clock face, which is easier to inspect than the whole clock in a dream state, just for a moment, the numbers only stretched from 12 to 2 instead of 12 to 3. Then, they went to normal. Then, it stretched from 12 to 4. Then, the 2 and 1 switched places. It was enough for me to catch on.

I don't think I ever got so excited by the realisation that I'm dreaming that I immediately woke up or anything of the sort. All the more so, I wasted no time after coming to this revelation. Withdrawing from the clock, I could see that I was still in my bedroom; but this time, the lights were off and it was dark, as if it'd probably be evening-time outside as well. (Shame I didn't think to try flipping the light switch to see if it would work.) From then on, I would be playing a game called 'Let's See If This Dream Control Wish Works Or Not Depending On A Seemingly Random Probability of Success.' I wanted to change the dream scene to something more interesting so I decided to try imagining something different behind the bedroom door and opening it. I opened the door but only saw the rest of my apartment out there, in correct order. It was dark in there as well. I tried closing the door and opening it again. Received the same results. So I decided to try it again with the front door of the apartment. Since I didn't really have a particular scene in mind with the door portal spell I'd just tried, this time, I decided to try coming up with something specific. For no particularly superior reason, I thought of a plane in the Mario universe in first-person, 3D view. (I just wanted to get the scene change to work.) I looked around for a moment to check how vivid my surroundings looked. I made the evaluation that things looked pretty good. I opened the front door of my apartment. Unfortunately, I failed again and saw the gated community in which my apartment is located in real life. Again, in the right order; and with the door gate that was there in real life as well. It was evening-time, predictably dark outside as well.

I walked through the gate. Phasing straight through the gate, that is. I knew that this was normally easy and even effortless to do in dreams but I was still happy to see it worked. I jumped onto the guardrail and then jumped off it, having decided to fly my way to a new dream scene instead. I flew over the street and past the other buildings. Standing beside one, I noticed two disproportionately large people, one of whom was almost half as tall as the (six-story) building and the other being a bit more than half as tall as the first. I successfully flew over them without interference. They never really seemed like giants despite how close I got to them, since a dream is like a work of abstract art, but I still noticed that it was strange. I landed on the wall around my compound's swimming pool, taking a moment to look over it. There were a bunch of people there. I took off again. A bit later, after flying through my building compound, I landed on a plane of grass behind one of the buildings and resolved to try taking off again; but at a powerful, kryptonian-like super-speed. But instead, I only took off at my normal speed of flight - a kind of relatively swift and direct floating.

Next, I flew over to the pool again; but this time, I had landed right inside the pool, surrounded by dream NPCs. (I know dream characters are called 'DCs' for short themselves but I like using the term, 'NPC.' :3) I have no memory of the pool feeling wet. Although I know that confidence is the key to making it work out and things don't have to go badly, I have a natural apprehension in lucid dreams of dream characters surrounding me, being a bit concerned that they're going to mess things up and preferring to stay away from them until the situation is opportune. So as I caught myself thinking these thoughts in the pool, I went on to think that I was now making it more likely for the dream characters to turn on my with every progressing second. In a bit of a fuss, I then decided to deliberately keep thinking of the dream characters turning on me and wait for them to do so, seeing how it'd go and planning to defend myself with the retained knowledge that they couldn't do anything to hurt me. However, as there weren't any/many signs that they were going to do this in the next few moments, I resolved to take the opportunity to avoid that situation altogether and fly out of the pool. I did so.

I don't recall how the transition happened; but the next thing I knew, I had changed my dream scene. Of course, since dreams are so shifty and lucid dreams are normally still at a lower level of consciousness, all it really takes for the dream circumstances to change is for one to stop paying attention to them for just a moment. I was still flying, headed into a house I'd never seen before through the window. I phased through the window, either floated or landed on something to keep me close to the ceiling and observed from above the stranger's room that I had just entered. It was a messy room that seemed to be full of things cluttering it. Fairly broad in area. The room was deserted and the lights were off, as they had been in my own home, but there was a television set on a stand that was on at the end of the room. It was broadcasting something between football and commercials. This was another time when I stopped to just pay attention to the dream scene around me, enjoying the details and apparent vividness and whatever was happening on the TV screen that lit up the room and enjoying the fact that my brain had created all of this imagery for me, which I was now in a position to learn to control.

Still, I was just a bit concerned that the dream character who resided in this house could come in at any moment and cause conflict - as I have a schema that houses are usually owned by people and people are usually in their houses, especially when electronic devices are on (though less frequently when the lights are off), and people are usually unhappy and react aggressively to finding people whom they don't know in their houses. So I flew out of this house and on to another one.

As I was approaching the windows of the next house, I reaffirmed to myself that I was still dreaming, as I recalled that one should do that every once in a while to retain lucidity (especially novices like me). I also remembered BillyBob's dream control tutorial that I'd read earlier on DreamViews. I remembered that BillyBob had said that it was better to avoid using too many super-powers and reality-warping independently of a rational storyline in lucid dreams if one wanted the lucid dream to be stable and last longer and instead to use rationalisations for anything crazy that one may want to do. Therefore, as I was approaching the window, I decided to crash through it and break the glass instead of phasing through it like a ghost. I did this successfully but without any hindrance to my movement.

I landed in a room on a high floor of someone's house - a second floor, at least. I could sense that this was a big house. This time, the lights were on. The room seemed to be broad and clearer than the last one; but I didn't pay much attention to it this time. Instead, I had a thought. While I was having a good, clear lucid dream and didn't seem to have much to do at the moment, I could finally fulfill one of DreamViews' current tasks-of-the-month as I'd been meaning to do for a while now! Naturally, at this point in my lucid dreaming journey, I'd go for one of the basic tasks first. I resolved to find someone who wasn't wearing green and pinch him/her.

At that moment, I saw a child enter the room in his (not green) underwear. Upon seeing me, I think he cried and ran away. Probably downstairs, I thought. 'Well,' I thought, 'I was thinking the person I'd pinch would be someone more mature. But if I run into the kid again, whatever gets the job done!' So I made my way downstairs to check out what was going on there. I imagined there would be parents down there to whom the child had been running but I hadn't expected what I saw next. Hanging onto a white grate outside the room I was looking into, looking but hiding, I saw a couple of green-skinned, big-headed aliens populating the downstairs region. (I'm looking at you, Xanous.) I decided it was best to avoid them and get out of the house, moving onto another location with a dream character to pinch, but to play it cool if I ran into one of them on the way.* Which was good because I ended up having a passive encounter with one. Avoiding interaction, I willed myself to lift off the ground and phase through the second floor and ceiling, directly ascending out of the house. But as I did this, the alien followed me, staying on the exactly same level as I was. Yes, it all looked very video-game-glitch-ish. I was in a hurry. Also, as I moved through two ceilings expecting to wind up atop the house, I instead ended up on another, high floor, like the basement, still not having escaped the physically archetypical alien. I went on to phase through the ceiling of that room as well and wound up in another, higher room. I then phased through the ceiling of that room and successfully ascended out of the house and evaded the alien.

Another transition. At first, I may have been flying through the low skies or a wide-open room; or running into another building. But as I looked back and then again looked ahead, before I knew it, I was moving in a dim, wide-open tunnel space through/to a network of glowing, floating cubes, arranged with four forms opposite to each other, as if to connect a square, with the same pattern repeated forward, as if to connect a cuboid. I think this may have been reminiscent of the battle room in Ender's Game movie adaptation that I watched a week or two ago. (I noticed that this was strange and different, though.) I continued to fly through into a wide-open, indoor location, giant in all dimentions, where I landed and ran into the wall. Placed against the wall were four or five large cardboard boxes that were packed with something. So, to find a direction to fly further in, again I decided to play the form-a-portal game. I imagined that there was, behind the middle of these boxes, a hole in the wall. A doorway or window or tunnel. Which would make itself visible once I removed one of the middle boxes (or two, where one was stacked upon the other). I lifted the box and moved it out of the way. It felt heavy, though I knew it shouldn't have to. At first, I didn't see what I'd intended to. Just a wall behind the box. But, not to lost or swayed that easily, I put the box back and tried it again. The second time, it worked. I saw a black, rectangular hole shaped something like an open vent. It didn't look like it was big enough for me to fit through; but I knew that didn't matter and jumped through it.

Unfortunately, once I'd jumped through the hole, I found there was a problem. Again, I hadn't specified a location to which I wanted the hole to lead; and it wasn't a recognisable place leading to another predictable, recognisable place that I already had a map of in my mind, as it had been in the beginning of the dream. In the hole, from outside, I'd only seen blackness. And that's all I saw when I jumped into it as well. Suddenly, I was struck by dream blindness. And thoughts started popping into my mind of where I had gone - that I had jumped, through the rabbit hole, for no particular reason, to a webpage on a site that I used to frequent very long ago. I thought about whether or not this made sense. I knew that I should probably clear this darkness up and set a visual dream scene for myself. But alas, it was too late. For suddenly, out of the blackness...

I woke up. Jolted back into my waking body, in my bed, back at home. The darkness had been the bard of doom, the herald of the end. I felt my body profusely sweating for some reason, wrapped up in my bedsheets. With immediate memory and understanding of what had just happened, I only wished I could pop back in; but I have no successful experience with DEILDing whatsoever, so that was not the case. At first, I kept my eyes closed. But as I realised nothing was going to happen, I opened them, did a simple reality check and settled down, focusing on thinking about the dream I'd just had, knowing that I wanted to salvage as much recall from this as I could. After a few minutes or maybe half an hour, my morning alarm went off and I had to be off to get ready for school. So, although I hadn't gotten up to check the clock before that, I presume it hadn't been too long before my forced awakening anyway.

*Hold on. Could this... have possibly been... my mind unconsciously feeding my desire to also eventually fulfill the bonus task of the month for March of 2014 - be abducted by aliens and report what they do to you - without me ever realising it?? Wow. Now there is an idea. And, imagining that I would have had the right amount of dream control and stability to go through with it, what an opportunity missed! And I only just realised it. What a fascinating thing the subconscious mind is.

Interestingly, this was my second lucid in a row that hit very close to the onset of sleep. I woke up to write this down around 1:15 or so in the morning after being late to bed. I'm not sure what to make of it, but it's definitely encouraging me to continue my pre-bed MILD work!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #192: The Shadow of the Pagoda

I’m sitting at a table with some random people, working on something with pen and paper. My mind’s wandering and as I recall my intent to have a lucid dream, I almost immediately pass into one.

From here, I fall quickly into the void. I rub my hands together, expecting a new scene. Before long I emerge into a false awakening in early morning, sort of seated at the edge of my bed. Some kind of suction is drawing me away from the bed and toward our closet. This worries me for some reason and I ask Wife to “Pull me back in…” in this thin, weak voice.

She kneels on the bed and strains forward to reach for me, whimpering and fretting like she wants to help but doesn’t know how. I recognize that I’m starting to get caught up in this sense of powerlessness, and I let go, falling into the void again.

I make my way forward and emerge in a fancy-looking house, facing a set of glass doors that open to a veranda. For reasons I can’t recall, I decided to head deeper into the house and wandered through a series of rooms. The house is attractive but large and confusing and I start regretting my decision to stay inside.

I wind up in a bedroom with a simple but comfortable-looking bed that has a large stuffed teddy bear laying on top of it. Wife is standing off to the side near one corner and I remember to ask her for her middle name (for Task of the Month.)

When I ask for her middle name, she responds, “Ba ba!”

“Your middle name is ‘Ba ba’?”

She laughs. “Oh, sorry! I actually meant ‘Ba ba ba ba’.” I’m amused but I consider asking her a third time. The teddy bear catches my eye for a moment and when I turn back Wife has vanished. I think about asking the teddy bear for its middle name but decide instead that it’s time to move on.

I leave and walk through a dining hall where my son “E” joins me and starts to follow. I say something to him that I can no longer recall and we walk through more confusing rooms. At one point I’m in a dimly-lit kitchen and notice that my vision has gone blurry. I stare at my hands to draw out the detail and it works pretty well, though not as completely as I might have hoped.

I walk through another dining hall with E and as we’re exiting, the door shuts automatically behind me, cutting me off from him. I see him through the door as it closes and I feel a moment of concern that I’ve left him behind. No, let it go. I continue to a series of glass-panelled doors at the rear of the room and phase through, with some minor difficulty.

I emerge from the phase in a shady courtyard. Towering above me is an immense pagoda, stretching far away into the sky. Even in a dream I’m amazed by how tall and broad it is, far out of scale with everything else surrounding it. It’s at least 500 feet tall and dominates the landscape.



Two women walk by at the other end of the courtyard, casually chatting. They look like they’re from the 1900s, each wearing a large hat and carrying a parasol. I contemplate taking off for some flying and exploration, but the dream ends.

A man walks up to a wall and shouts at the guards on the other side, trying to get them to chase him somewhere. It's part of a bigger plan - but I've already seen this happen, and the plan didn't work, we need more people. So I shout to the guards too, telling them this man is a monster, send help, send backup, send everyone you've got. He turns around to look at me and is completely bewildered - he doesn't know me, he has no idea what I'm trying to do. But it works. He ends up being chased by far more people than he was expecting.

They've surrounded him, and everyone's drawn their swords. There's a small audience of people who are thinking of this as a duel, despite the difference in numbers. He's killed immediately, but I rewind time to let him try again. As I do so, I see an image of a page in a book describing this scene as though it were a story - it only describes his actions, the duel, not the part about me turning back time. He keeps being defeated, and I keep rewinding time by moments. He's the only person aside from me who's aware of what just happened, so he has the chance to adjust his actions accordingly, although that's easier said than done and he dies over and over again. But I'm giving him an infinite number of chances to succeed.

Just now he's cut the head off one of his opponents. The people watching the 'duel' exclaim over this. From his perspective that was the end of a long struggle in which he's lost far more often than he's won, but from the audience's perspective, the duel's only just started and he's completely dominating. A woman calls it horrific, the way he coldly executed his opponent. A young man who's an aspiring duelist is admiring what he calls 'the skill that comes with experience,' which amuses me, given my very different perspective on how well this fight is going.

Last night was a pretty horrible night. I had 2 dreams, one of them was more like a nightmare.

Dream 1

I was on holiday with my mother and was floating on a limo near some mediterranian islands. I decided to swim to one of them which had a town similar to a Chinese town. I was trying to find some clothes to wear and my mother was helping me. Every time she brought back someone they'd have an item of clothing with some special kind of history, like shorts that were worn by an empress. I was given a pale pink blouse and some very short elasticated denim shorts, but the shorts weren't going to fit around my thighs. "If you're a 26 then you need a 47" said my mother. The shorts had a label on them that said 27. She kept looking around until she found a pair of khaki coloured shorts and gave them to me to go put on. As she pushed me towards the public toilets she said "If anyone gets insulted that you're not wearing any pants just tell them you're about to put them on." I went to a unisex toilet which was decorated with deep blue tiles. I had a towel wrapped around my waist and was holding the shorts close to me. Some Japanese tourists looked at me with a scowl so I tried to hide my legs by pulling the towel over them. Then I suddenly noticed that the shorts were already on. I was confused to how they managed to get on and just as I was leaving the room the dream ended.

Nightmare 1

I had managed to switch off Tony's auto-cancel on the indicator, so he was driving with the car constantly indicating to go right. It was dark and raining so heavily that there was no visibility and we were on a motorway, but that didn't stop him from going at max speed. I told him to cancel the indicator several times and he was frustrated that I was nagging him every few seconds because he couldn't do more than 2 things at once and could barely see the road. I somehow managed to activate it again so that it cancelled when turning the wheel.

We began to drive up onto a long and high bridge. I noticed he was driving way too close to the edge of the 3rd lane and was going to hit the divider for the opposite direction. Before I could tell him to stop the car banged into the dividers and was tossed into the air. We were hit by a car behind us catapulting us to the opposite side of the motorway. Tony managed to swerve the car to a stop and we both got outside to assess the damage, when a truck began to head right for us. We both dived into the car fast and buckled our seatbelts, just a split second after I buckled mine in I felt the impact and everything went black.

I opened my eyes and we had been catapulted off the motorway into a small town. The rain had stopped now and although the car was broken it only looked like it had been scratched and dented a little at the front and back. Tony was looking around for a phone booth to call for help and to report and accident, but when he lifted the receiver a panel at the front showed in large number £1.40 and it kept going up by 10p. Then we saw a sign at the top say "Out of Order" so Tony hung up and went to grab his mobile instead to call for emergency services. I was more concerned about the other drivers and what may have become of them.

We then ended up in some luxury hotel and I had just gotten out of the shower and was wrapped up in a pink fleecy bath robe. A butler came to my room with a glass of what looked like whiskey and some herbal tablets to sleep. Tony had already taken his in a separate room. "Thank you, I'm going to really need this" I said groggily and downed the tablets with a mouthful of the liqcor. There was some more tablets so I popped those into my mouth and let them dissolve so if I got far too sleepy I could spit them out. Tony had already settled into a lovely plush bed on the side I usually sleep on, so I curled up with him feeling the silky satin sheets and lightly padded duvet, and I could smell the freshness of the sheets. My eyes became heavy and I started to fall asleep. Then it all went black and the dream ended.

Dreaming is insane right now. I wish I cared enough to write it all, but I just don't have the time. This is the only dream worth recording from the most recent onslaught.

WILD

Awakening directly into my most favored realm I have a look around to see what has unfolded. I'm excited, usually excited to see what my mind has waiting for me. So far I'm in a house, it's dirty and trashed. I proceed through a few rooms and notice a few ghosts. They appear preoccupied with their own misery.

For a moment I contemplate interacting with them but they don't even notice me clanking around through the mess, who knows if they can even see me. Also, they don't look very interesting, basically human in a ghostly form; after a bit of mind reading I can see they're still thinking of human pain.

"HEY! We have to go! Hurry up!"

A man is shouting at me. He's normally not that bitchy in his commands. I look out a window and it seems the ... world is ending? Zombies, havoc, smoke, debris.

At first I fail to grab any items, what the hell do I need? Nothing. Things of sentimental value? Pfft. I don't collect those, I keep it simple.

We head outside. He informs me we won't be able to return to this place. It's going to be completely destroyed, this is the end of this world.

With news of this, I decide to go back inside and look for something potentially sentimental to take with me. Something to remember this entire world from, since it's going to be nonexistent. I mean, normal people do that right? Collect things? I'm standing back in the house now, searching for that item in the remaining moments of the world ending.

I snatch up my eye shadow from the bathroom and few other trivial items before heading back out.

"I'm ready."

He's already begun setting up some device. No clue what he's doing, how he's doing it, or what the thing is supposed to do. I simply watch, sorta detached from the entire 'world is ending' chaos.

He stands up and walks over to me, there might have been a couple other people with us too. I look to him for some sort of direction. He looks at the device, it begins making a humming noise and vibrates. There's some vague recall of blue lights emanating from it before we're pulled from existence.

Less than a second later I find us standing in an entirely new world.

We're in what sort of looks like an ice temple. The people around us are Asian in appearance. Seems like we're safe for right now. The man I came with finds another man and they speak for a while on the condition of this world. We walk outside and the sky is clear, people are out in the water fields harvesting rice. Except now I notice something unusual.

There are zombies in their rice fields and also zombies on the exterior walls. I look over to the two men for some sort of explanation because it's a shade suspicious. The leader of the this world informs us they've been able to keep the zombies contained to this area but there's some concern about the future. More zombies would be unfavorable. They don't know how to deal with them and thought the man I traveled with would have a reasonable solution for them. They continue talking while I go to peer into the rice fields.

Looking over a wall I can see the humans gathering rice near chained zombies. The zombies are reaching for them but the humans are careful about not getting too close. I can't help but wonder why they didn't just kill the zombies, this was an odd arrangement. I ask somebody about it and they explain that the zombies aren't doing any harm being chained in the water. So I ask about the quality of their rice since it's growing in zombie contaminated water. They mention it hasn't been an issue.

Weird, but ok. It's their world. I head back to the man I came with.

We head back inside. It's beautiful inside the temple, walls coated with glistening ice... although it's melting which might be a bad sign.

The man is tinkering with the device again, same thing with the humming and blue lights.

Less than a second later, new world. I still don't know what we're doing but I do like that device.

We're outside on a dirt road, buildings and an old truck nearby. A girl heads in our direction and begins talking about something completely normal. Before she has a chance to say anything else, the man with me stops her. He's quick and direct as he gives her advice for the question she hasn't had the chance to ask yet.

Or so I thought this was an entirely new world. As I'm reading her mind she's decently surprised he knew exactly what to say in regards to her unspoken question. I read his mind and it seems he's been here before. In fact, we've both been here. This is a past memory of his. I just don't have any waking memory of being here but my dreaming self has.

He's politely gotten rid of the girl and he walks fast toward a nearby house. We enter and I stand around, almost waiting for more zombies or agendas. Makes no difference to me, this realm always ends at some time. It's just a place to hang while my waking body rests. I look out the window I'm leaning against, wondering when time will be up.

Pulled from my thoughts by his footsteps, I turn to look. He's walking over to me then kisses me hard. I can feel how much he loves me, is in love with me. I'm in love with him too, tho it's not the waking me. Sadly this isn't a real world. It's A world, but it's not real. The waking me can't love in these realms. I want this realm and the waking realm. Continuity. One person, one mind, one love. Enough with the compartmentalization.

Surprisingly he's aware of this. He acknowledges my desire to have him in both worlds but he hasn't found a method to transcend his love into the waking.

I half-smile at him, I know that he knows and he knows that I know. So until then, it is what it is.

Time's up.

12/3/2014 - 4 fragments: 2+2=4
13/2/2014 - 2 fragments: 4+1=5
14/2/2014 - 1 fragment: 5,5 pts
15/2/2014 - 3 fragments: 7 pts
16/2/2014 - 0 fragments: 7 pts
17/2/2014 - 1 fragment: 7,5 pts
18/2/2014 - 1 fragment, 1 lucid ( WILD ) + stabilize ( singing ): 7,5 0,5+5+3+2= 18 pts
I managed to WILD after 5 hours of sleep using my body relaxation as an anchor and as soon as body hypnagogia it was easy to get out of bed, jump out of the windom, and then i walked a bit, but a strange pain in my nose, made me think that someone could be wrong in real life, and i woke up on purpose.
19/2/2014 - 4 fragments: 20pts
20/2/2014 - 2 fragments: 21pts
21/2/2014 - 2 fragments: 22pts
22/2/2014 - 3 fragments: 23,5pts
23/2/2014 - 2 fragments: 24,5pts
24/2/2014 - 0 fragments: 24,5pts
25/2/2014 - 1 fragments: 25pts
26/2/2014 - 2 fragments: 26 pts

sooo yes the other part of this dream was that i was in a really intense air plane crash. then when the crash was over everyone was passed the fuck out. it was pitch back in the plane. i searched around the airplane until i found a small black flashlight in a pocket of the plane seats. i shined the light on stuff around the plane and saw some really fucked up shit. people with blood all over themselves and stuf i cant even desrcribe.

then..something unusual happened

hayle walked in from the cockpit. all the lights came on. and i said "Hailey??? what the fuck are you doing here?"

she said something in her nasaley lil voice and was laughing. i tried to explain that i just experienced a plain crash.

then i asked her if she wanted to dance. i tried to turn on some ballroom music but i dont think i could properly use the internet on the plain.

[DON'T BOTHER READING THIS DREAM- IT IS BORING. SKIP DOWN TO THE LUCID]

First dream started off on my friend Connor's birthday (which is actually tomorrow) and everyone was giving him a card. A friend of mine gave him a funny card with doodles all over it. It was just a happy day, at school all we had to do was sit around outside (it was a different looking school) and have fun. Each of us had to go into the video production class and create a short horror video because apparently it was also Halloween or something. The other videos were cool, and I think that class has penetrated into my subcon, because I have been having dreams about it frequently. The special ed kids at my school were waving hi to me and walking past and then one of them, a kid named Dorion, tripped and fell. All of a sudden they all started tripping and falling over, it was like a comedy movie.

Then I remember a fragment about two kids from my school.

I woke up and failed a DEILD, so I did a little WBTB after using the restroom etc. I guess it was MILD because I just went to sleep thinking about my last dream.

My next dream, well I've never had something quite like it before. As far back as I can remember in the dream, it started in the same video production class. We were watching our movies and I remember being blown away by one of the guys acting. It was so emotional and mesmerizing... I then remember thinking this one girl was my sister and I looked in a yearbook to see our picture to see if we were related and then I started dreaming about the pictures I saw. This was where stuff started getting weird... I now didn't have a dream body and experienced something strange. I did not just see something and realize I was dreaming, I just sort of knew. It was like I just remembered I was dreaming but I didn't get any of those chills or exciting feelings.... I felt my physical body and was aware of it while I was fully immersed in the dream. Unfortunately, this lead to me being unsatisfied at points in the dream because of being uncomfortable. But on the bright side, I am now starting to have lucid dreams much more frequently. So back to the dream.
I stabilized the dream, I felt the weight of my arms and my footsteps against the concrete. At this point in my dream I was on a grass field in front of my house. I tried to change the dream scene by spinning but no success. I tried some element manipulation. Specifically, I tried to create fire, which was fairly difficult. After some failed fire punches, I focused hard enough to create a stream of fire coming out of my hands. I caught a car on fire, (one that I summoned) and the sensations of the fire was very tingly like a condensed ball of the feeling you get when your arm is asleep. Because of my physical body awareness, I decided to awaken. I do not wish to count the element manipulation of this dream towards my 3 step tasks because I want to do a better job next time.

This was followed by another Lucid that I will not describe in detail due to the nature of it's content. Lets just say- Interaction with a DC is a check.

This is the jist of my dream, I had to type it on my phone so forgive me for once again not being very exciting. I have very busy mornings.

PS- If anyone can provide insight about my dream/physical body I would appreciate it. I did not get the fulfillment of this LD and it felt weird. I even considered the possibility of me just dreaming about LD'ing but I know my self awareness was present and I was definitely Lucid, it just felt strange. I'm sure this is filled with typos and stuff but yeah... phone :p

Any tips on element manipulation and teleportation are also appreciated. Thank you.

Dream 1

I was in a town when I became spontaneously lucid. I grabbed a beautiful woman that I was talking to and took her flying over the ocean, but I couldn't fly that well. Ended up flying under a pier and the woman turned into a bird. Large waves came, bird flew away, I woke up.

Dream 2

False awakening, dreamed that I wrote down a very early morning dream where I was lucid, don't remember that dream sadly

Dream 3

Got into a battle in this dark side of town. There was one closet that had a zombie warrior inside of it, didn't want to open it so I kept exploring. I found something even worse, a chest that was shaking because a demon warlord was trying to break free. I opened the chest and ran like hell. He chased me for a couple minutes before I woke up.

Dream 4

Another false awakening where I was in the bathroom peeing. The toilet moved and I thought that was pretty damn weird. Ignored it and went back to bed anyways.

Dream 5

Back in the battle with the demon warlord, but this time it was just a game and it was paused. My mom was playing it for some reason but she gave me the controller and I was supposed to do an infinite combo to kill him. I failed and only did one hit on him and then got destroyed.

Dream 6

My sisters cats had escaped to the outside. I kept catching them and bringing them back inside but they started to walk through the wall to get outside. Then they started replicating so there were 3, then 4 of them. Then 3, 4 of the same dog. Had to decide which was the real one. Decided that one of them, JUST ONE of them was a clone. Talk about the worst ways I've missed becoming lucid.

Dream 7

Ninja Dream! I was exploring an abandoned taco bell when I went under a table to get to a secret area. There was a back room filled with ancient beings with mysterious powers. They really hated cell phones, they would hiss at anybody that had a cell phone out. Night had fallen and ninjas began attacking, so I took my ninja team that appeared and we battled them on buildings and in secret rooms. After a long, drawn out battle, the sun rose and the ninjas went back to their houses. I went looking for them so that we could continue our fun but I found they were just neighbor children that had to go to school. Damn.

Last night I dreamed of a city that didn't quite seem right. It was a large city, kind of like the current cities. I had lived there all my life in the dream, and was now a young adult. I lived on a big street with a nearby park filled with chestnut trees. The Kind Man was my close childhood companion, and we were both university kids who were taking a weekend off to share time with each other. We first went to a local convenience store to get us both some ice cream. It was late afternoon. There was a close intimacy to it, without any romance or sex. I talked with the Kind Man about my stress, having (in my waking life) 3 exams in 2 days, followed by an 8 hour bus ride. The Kind Man hummed in the back of his throat and looked out a window of the convenience store, saying something along the lines that when I wake up I should have nothing to worry about. That it'll be "taken care of".

Later on, after finishing our ice cream, we went to the park with the chestnuts. The trees clustered close together in such a way that it seemed separated from the rest of the city. It must've been autumn, because the chestnuts had started to fall from the trees. There were squirrels scampering around, gathering nuts to prepare for the winter. The Kind Man and I settled down by the trees and I remember closing my eyes and just feeling at peace with everything. The Kind Man sat up and looked over to me and gave me a sad kind of smile again and asked me if I remembered. I asked him remembered what, and he shook his head and said it wasn't important. I could tell though, my forgetfulness had hurt him again, but I didn't want to push the issue.

We stayed together for a little longer before I woke up. Now oddly enough, when I did, I prepared my day as usual. However, when I went to check out the window, there was a huge blizzard. I checked the weather and supposedly school was canceled this day. I don't read the weather and I don't pay attention to it, so how could the Kind Man have known?