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Dec 12 2013
To bed at 10pm

4:00am Car Inappropriate Naming:

My mum and stepfather and my husband and I and our boys were on vacation somewhere and had three cars with us out of some reason, and all three were in a shop getting repaired. I was going to pick the first of them up to see if it was fixed, and then we were going to pick up the other ones soon. I had the sense that our vacation was ending.

Out of some reason my mum jokingly referred to the car I was picking up using my stepmother's name. It bothered me, but I said nothing at first. Then I thought about it, and thought I better explain that it bothered me, but how to phrase it without overreacting and not being mean to my mom? I wound up saying "If you have to nickname a car after my stepmother, could it be somebody else's car? It bothered me when you referred to my car using her name." My mother was apologetic, and I was not sure whether I had prased that well.

Fragment:

All I remember of another fragment was that I was telling to someone that there are worse things in life than this.

I returned to bed around 4:20 hoping to WBTB, tried to WILD, and failed to really fall asleep again, though I was close to drifting off at some point.

So this is my second ever lucid dream I had last night. After my first lucid I stopped trying for a while thinking they would start to come naturally. Anyway I'm back in full now so here's what happened!

I am walking through the snow in the countryside with a woman from my work from work. All of a sudden it starts snowing heavily and I realize I am dreaming. do my usual RC of pinching my nose and I can still breath! Excitedly I close my eyes and say aloud to myself "it's time to fly!" I open my eyes again and I am floating high up in the air. I zoom around really fast flying over fields and mountains feeling the wind in my hair and my belly drop as I dive and climb through the air. I land in a little cavern underneath one of the mountains and find an opaque glass sphere. I remember I wanted to try telekinesis the next time I was lucid and I manage to throw it just using my mind.
Next I decide I want to create something so I imagine into existence a small button on the side of a mountain which appears. When I press it a race track pops out of the ground bellow around the mountain. I quickly lose interest in the race track and after flying around some more I lose lucidity and wake up.

Wasn't the most exciting lucid I could have hoped for but still fun! Hope to have some more soon.

Thanks for reading,
Sam.

Hey guys,

This is my first post on the forum as I didn't think there was much point even posting until I had my first lucid.
Anyway for about a month now I have been doing reality checks (the one I do most is holding my nose to see if I can breath.) Before, I hadn't had much success apart from feeling a bit of SP setting in
HOWEVER... Last night I was so tired I went straight to bed and didn't bother trying to WILD as usual or anything.
After falling asleep I started to have a REALLY vivid dream about being in a computer simulation.
In the simulation I was fighting this massive burning living statue while falling off a building. The next thing I know I am walking through an alleyway and over a bridge but I keep bumping into old school friends I haven't seen in years which was obviously odd.
The next thing I know I have woken up in my bathroom at home but for I decide to pinch my nose to test for a false awakening and... I can breath and I become lucid! I run back to my dream bed and close my eyes saying when I open them I will be in a new dream scene and I am instantly taken to a beautiful Forrest somewhere in snowy mountains.
To be honest I was a bit skeptical about how realistic LDs are supposed to feel but the experience felt overwhelming real. I feel a cold mist in the air and can smell the pine trees. My vision is sharp and in focus too. I decide the thing I want to do most is fly so I jump into the air and soar above the trees like it's the most natural thing in the world. The sky is all sorts of beautiful colors and I can feel the air rushing through my hair.
I remember that LDs don't last long and that I need to make the most of it. I shout out to the dream "Show me something interesting!" all of a sudden a load of paintings are shown in front of my face. Abstract ones, one of them being a giant fish trying to kiss the planet! I cant remember the rest... After a while the dream gets shaky and I can tell its disappearing so I spin around in a circle to try and repair it but I wake up in my bed BUT again I decide to pinch my nose and find I am still dreaming!!!
2 false awakenings caught in one night! This time I just close my eyes and find myself in a porch. I open the door but I just run into another door. After running through about 5 doors in a row I tell myself that the next door will take me somewhere interesting. I open the door and I am on the roof of a house in Persia (or some other hot dessert city) and someone tells me the government are injecting a worm into peoples ears so that if they laugh at unapproved things their heads explode! The next thing I know I am Thor from the Avengers and am flaying towards the city to save people (Along with an Arabian man that has just turned into the Hulk!) After flying through the city I end up fighting Joe Perry (From Aerosmith!) who is throwing electrified tiles at me... Anyways after that I wake up and instantly write down details on my phone which I have ready for writing in.
The thing is the more I started waking up the more the dream started to feel like a distant memory and the feelings of realness faded although I KNOW at the time it felt as real as waking life...
Now I know I can do it and how real the dreams feel I am inspired to try again and again.

Thanks for reading.

Sam.

Morning of December 13, 2013. Friday.



This is another dream about a “dream power”, the most common ones for me being continuous telekinesis and hovering as if there is no gravity to speak of relating to the human body only (as nothing else floats). Hovering usually brings about very vivid and full lucidity. Telekinesis, on the other hand, does not usually bring about anything other than semi-lucidity, yet with an orientation that the power is also “real” in real life.

This is a longer dream, but keeps repeating the same scenarios where I simply bring a white glass mug on a table up into the palm of my right hand by mental will alone. My sister Marilyn watches at times, seeming only slightly surprised. This is an effortless dream power for the most part, much like hovering – which simply requires lifting both legs up slightly and remaining in the air, and from there, actually flying.

The effect, when it comes to objects, is very much like a trick I had done in real life years ago, where a rubber-band (fixed within the cuff of a shirt) is used to bring something into your hand. The speed and force is very realistic in my dream.

In this particular dream, I test various distances, even from across the room, and am successful at it. I almost cannot even see the object from where I am guiding it swiftly through the air from, but it still works in all instances. This dream is mostly with the white glass mug. In other dreams, I had spent most of the time willing doors closed or open with equal success. There is no “shadow play” in this one (as is often the case) as I am only vaguely aware it is a dream – yet, again, somehow still in regards to practicing a supposedly real ability.

In the last part of my dream, I go outside and yet am still able to will the mug to fly out from the house to where I am (about two houses away and on the sidewalk) and straight into my hand. My family is to my right on Loomis Street. There is a confused man with a gun in the middle of the street as we watch from the sidewalk on the western side of the street.

With little effort, I make him drop the gun by directing some sort of telekinetic force at it - and then cause it to slide along the street, continuously just out of his reach as he chases after it upon each longer slide (of about five feet). I do this about six or seven times and it gets to be a bit annoying, as he is still within nearly attainable distance of the gun at times. Then, a somewhat mentally “slow” man walking from the north looks in our direction. I mentally will him to pick up the gun (as he seems to have little mental will of his own) and shoot the other man in both feet (just enough to take off a bit of the outside). Nothing much happens after that other than the other man tending to the pain in his feet and no longer posing a threat.

This night my alarm clock auto-snoozed as it should. I woke 4 times, having 4 dream. Non of them lucid tho..

All 4 times I woke without moving, and then trying to enter my dream being lucid... However, each time I tried, I just fell asleep..
Once time, I actually tried to keep thinking "I know I'm just laying here.... Stay awake, stay awake". I fell asleep all the times tho..

The good thing is: I can fall asleep easily. I can wake up in the night without moving.

Improvement: I will have to find a way to enter the dream. Imo, DEILDs require only 3 skills/things to do. 1. Fall asleep. 2. Wake up without moving or opening your eyes. 3. ENTER the dream. Of course then you need to stay lucid stabilize and so on. But the 3 first steps are definitely the most important. It seems I have the 2 first down, now I need to enter the dream!!

What I will try tomorrow night is different techniques to enter my dream.
I will try to just form the dream environment shortly after I wake up.
I will try to "wait it out" until hc kick in, sit up,and RC. Last time I WILDed, I experienced hc, sat up, and I was lucid. Let's try to recreate that!
However, I'm more into creating the environment myself, would be more interesting. Let's see what's gonna happen tonight!

In waking life I asked to my father why always Ringo was the most underestimated musician in the band (I know the answer) and like 5 hours later I went to sleep, that night I dreamed that I was in a small wooden cottage and Paul was listening to music and Lennon was playing guitar right next to him. I go over there and Lennon says hi to me, I salute to paul and lennon and we start talking about something, then paul started rolling a joint and a black bassist player with afro hairstyle appears... they start jamming and I tell them that I have a recurrent dream with them. This is false btw but in the dream I had that feeling that I've been there before... maybe i can't remember them.
After this I think I lost every lucidity I had. I remember someone got out of this little house and everything got mad and random, I saw everything in 3rd person and also in 2D. I saw an old woman in the snow and the entry to the cottage got blocked by a wall of ice, but Iron man destroyed the wall.. everything is just confusing now. I appear somewhere else, some kind of dungeon, in a big hall made of stones and there is someone who calls me Dylan (not my name, but then I remembered Stan from American Dad) I woke up happy about the dream involving the Beatles, but don't like the rest of the dream. Maybe I can't remember some parts. First I was telling Paul, Lennon and this big black bass player that i've been dreaming lately about them and suddenly I remember that lady coming out of the house... something is missing, maybe a LD...

I recall a fragment from the night before last where I was going to use my dream guide as an art reference, and S was there. This dream seemed to be a continuation of that. I was showing some of my art to S, and he was liking it. I got to several pages that were all failed attempts at me drawing my dream guide. (In RL, I'm not good at drawing people.) S thought they were really good and wanted to see more, but I told him to give me my sketchbook back.

Fragments - song lyrics misusing the word indigent ("all the charm indigent in you" - I assume it was aiming for 'inherent'); and later, a fragment involving a tribe called Indogen, immortal creatures that were 'judged unworthy by god' and sentenced to stay in this land (wherever the dream was currently set) instead of continuing on their 'journey to the sun.'

An apocalypse scenario; I've run through this scenario two times already and failed both times. First, I have to leave this building quickly, and avoid getting involved with this group of people; that was the mistake I made last time. Second, I can't forget to (something to do with a virus and immunity or a vaccine or similar); that was the mistake I made the first time around. Third, I have to track down three men: one's a scientist whose theories are closely related to the events that are about to happen; the second is a specific doctor.

When I leave the building through the back door, the storyline changes; I'm caught up in some kind of street performance going on just outside, and a woman in the crowd sees me and recognizes me, and comes up to thank me for something I'd done for her in the past involving her ring.

Another apocalypse scene then: a woman who's carrying her son, looks around 3, is begging me to take him with me.

Rumpelstiltskin. There's a horrible smell coming from somewhere in the castle, and finally I've found the source: there's a dead body, someone who broke into the castle and got himself caught in one of the traps designed to stop such intruders from stealing my things. Belle and I have been calling back and forth as we were trying to figure out where that smell was coming from, and I'm pleased I found it before she did. I call to her now, telling her that I've found it and am taking care of it, without letting her know what it was. I magic it away.

Julia's ranting to me about something to do with the news, full of righteous anger. There's some important event going on in the world, some tragedy or disaster or outrage, and she doesn't feel they're covering it well; she's specifically talking about CNN's failure to report on real issues. I'm happy about all this - happy about her righteous anger, that is, not the tragedy or whatever it was - I love how she cares so deeply about these events that I've come to see as commonplace.

There's a girl, a witch, stopping in a school hallway to stand before the memorial to a recently-dead classmate, covered in flowers and candles. The dead girl was also a witch, although this isn't common knowledge, so although she didn't know the dead girl well, she takes this very personally. She's thinking about how she has something that belongs to the girl's killer, and about the girl's mother, and about poison. The candles burn down to stubs as she looks at them, and various other things around her start to catch fire; a boy who was close with the dead girl had been watching nearby, and when he sees this, he starts to run away. She stops him, corners him. He asks what she is; she says he'll never know, but that since he failed his friend, now there's someone else he has to protect - her.

A woman is introducing two of her friends to each other outside a mausoleum, introducing one of them by the nickname she calls her, "Little N." It's N's family mausoleum they're standing in front of. N introduces herself as "Anekhet (last name sounds something like Sastemony) - or Little N." From her tone, which is pleasant, it's still clear that the Little N nickname is a name for only this particular friend to use, not the man she's being introduced to. The man introduces himself with a bow as her ancestor and the founder of this town, and a "comocido" - which in the dream seemed to be a word related to suicide or homicide, a word that indicated the specific way in which he was killed, hundreds of years ago. Anekhet is surprised but not particularly thrown by this.

Integra is watching a map showing enemy vessels approaching England, trying to calculate how much time she has left, torn between two objectives, and finally she dispatches Alucard to a certain ship, to destroy it if he doesn't hear otherwise after a certain amount of time. Alucard drops out of the sky onto that ship, and in his head he's intensely focused on the form he needs to take at any given time, it's almost like psyching himself up, or like playing a role.

12.12.2013

Female Disintegrates Body and Runs Away from Military Base (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Spoiler for Personal Notes:

Guess the image streaming exercises I did about 50+ days ago is starting to pay off. Still going strong with becoming lucid without a WBTB, and I've been going in an out passively with image streaming naturally and easily imagining myself in other virtual experiential realities.

I guess it's clear by default that the theory behind image streaming of connecting cortical regions of the mind definitely has significant effects when you put over at least 20+ hours on it. It clears a lot of the cognitive dissonance I used to go through when trying to understand the concepts and finding applicable methods for gaining lucidity. Though this jolted up the metacognitive ability to know if you're dreaming or not by a lot, and can be improved over time if I ever get time to do more.

I should probably be realistic and not go for 3 hours every other day or every other day if I go back to image streaming. One hour a day, or even 90 minutes a day can be more than enough, it's just that there's so many things to do and learn that I end up doing the latter instead.

Anyway.

I recall existing inside of a building that seemed to have high-end technology, almost like some kind of government or private organization that associates with several political magistrates. I wasn't sure what I was doing for this dream, I just knew that I was dreaming.

The outfit I was wearing is a bit difficult to process, but based on how my dream body felt, it was probably some kind of Tac Suit you'd see in Tom Clancy games. This dream had several themes, and the most prevalent were:

• Espionage
• Military
• Anime

The atmospheric overlay of the dream environment contributed to how it was mostly a colder region for several reasons. The soldiers or guards within the dream all seemed to have a default format from the MGS2/MGS3 soldiers with the black mask covering most of their face except the eyes.

Spoiler for personal note:

With any dream that revolves around attempts at infiltration, it's probably because of my relentless desires to dive into consciousness exploration that usually ends up backfiring. I knew about this probably months or during late 2011 or early 2012, though I never gave it much thought.

It's weird how other individuals can go left and right, in and out of their minds during lucidity to use whatever imaginative potential for some application with waking life, but I seem to have difficulty with that. Even if there's some symbolic implication that I shouldn't be trying to dive into the depths of the psyche or whatever, there's really no point in all of this occurring. Either there's some kind of higher self-implication, or several good reasons why I can't really take advantage of what any sentient and sapient mind can do in their natural sleep.

The weapon that I'm holding was probably just like the default gun you get from MGS2, the American military M9 that's modified to fire tranquilizer darts. Considering how I was using that gun instead of something lethal, I guess there was some ambition to stop killing figments of my imagination, since the last time I tried doing that to try to save dream characters, it ended up biting me later on.


I see a few soldiers passively patrolling this linear area I'm at, and I quickly shoot them in the head since I was just going for Metal Gear Solid logic here. The area itself seemed to be split off with a black metal rectangular border in the middle.

And if you looked from afar, there were more guards on patrol as well, and I had to be very careful of the direction they're facing. I had several guards wondering what was occurring in the area I was in, and I had to quickly go to the other side for safety.

Fortunately they didn't go too far into investigating things and seemed to have pre-fetched sayings and declarations for whenever they're suspicious or presume the area is clear of intruders. As for the bodies of the soldiers that were passed out from the tranquilizers, it seemed I could care less about putting them in safe areas.

I figured that there wouldn't be some weird system that demanded one to store bodies, or else there would be an alarm of suspicion. The area that was about 40 feet away from me seemed to be the external section where the weather had a lot of snow on the ground, but no snowing in particular.


The dream shifts to where I'm now inside another base that has a lot more guards, and what seemed to be unarmed individuals that looked as if they're important. I found myself lying down on my stomach near a section to the left. I believe I was probably under a desk, and there were conveniently placed rectangular objects that concealed my position that were at least 9 inches in length.

Since my field of vision is limited in this position, I had to make use of my lateral peripheral vision. I saw a Black male that was wearing a milky light violet colored dress shirt and regular jeans. For some reason, he was looking down right where I was at, though I wasn't sure if he knew I was there.

He seemed to have made several glances back and forth at me and whoever he's talking to. Seeing how he didn't scream my position, he probably wanted to help me out, or he was just staring at random space to avoid the whole averting eyes awkwardness that occurs in most conversations.

Whatever the case may be, looking at his visage and how he expressed himself, he seemed to have been involved as a computer guru or something of that nature. After a while, it seems some of the individuals leave to their bases and sections, and I finally get out of the awkward position under the desk.

Unfortunately, there were still a good amount of guards around the area, and I had to time my shots in a specific pattern so one or two would hear their own men being knocked out with tranquilizer darts. Fortunately, the process was easy and I managed to take down the three guards within this room.


Then the most absurd thing occurs in this dream. There was another individual that was knocked out that was unarmed. My mental image of this person seemed to be them wearing a white dress shirt and red jeans with some pink to it.

His whole existence disintegrates, and a 3d model of a female that looks like this (it's hard finding an image of her not making lewd facial expressions):

Spoiler for ...:

I don't know what the hell was going on, and I was busy trying to process what I'm going to do if she ends up doing some weird demonic things to me. I can't really recall what happened after that though, just her running away.

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12.12.2013

Girl Doing the Limbo & Vomiting that Defies Physics (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'll keep this short and sweet, no need to be sensory descriptive of someone vomiting in a dream.


A girl that seems to be 6-8 years of age is walking in a manner as if she's setting herself up to do the limbo without a bar. Then she randomly vomits while in the limbo position, and I'm not sure if the vomit is going in my direction.


Maybe it's a sign that I'm a pile of vomit, or I'm being aware of certain false pretenses of those who I feel I could relate to. That's not really surprising, though I wonder who it is in particular the dream was trying to inform me on. And I guess the girl doing the limbo is either another symbolic implication of how that certain individual in waking life is still an enigma.

And considering I had a dream about two children dying yesterday, maybe it's probably that one individual that I feel is another confused woman that just happened to gravitate to my openness to them. Probably a sign that I should go for more stable females than the psychotic ones.

Sleep Score: 82 approx
Lucid Dreams: 0
Sequence:
- attempted WBTB
- sleep time: 1:20
- actual sleep time: 1:30
- wake time: 7:10
- back to sleep time: 7:31
- actual back to sleep time: 8:30
- wake time: 11:00
Notes: the sleep chart revealed very little REM sleep, didn't make for a great opportunity, did read a great article on dream yoga with some very practical advise on visualizations (this is rare).

Stumbled upon an idea for dreaming after having it repeated numerous times in my waking life. I've been looking at things from merely one end of the spectrum. For example, I read a thread recently where it mentioned how to stay in a dream when waking life gets too noisy. I usually go deeper to block it out, yet incorporating it was the new suggestion. There's also been some events in life where I would blame myself for having deficiencies but instead it was pointed out that it's possibly others who have them instead.

Anyway, I usually can interject myself into others dreams quite easily. I got to thinking, what if ...

I erase myself from their worlds instead of invading it?

Jumping into a WILD I begin my exploration of this concept. I know the perfect victim for my experiment and I have the proper motivation to delete myself from his awareness. I start digging, rummaging through his awareness. Searching for anything and everything linked to me. I see bits and pieces whiz by and I fill it with a blank white void, successfully erasing images, memories, anything associated with me or us.

As I'm casually taking out the pieces I want, I get to thinking.

Is this fair? Right? What if he'd like to keep these things from our history? Who am I to just delete at will?

I can feel a smirk forming.

He shouldn't care what I do, and when I'm done he'll have no reason to care at all. He will be untouched and his life emptier than when I entered it. What I give, I can take away too.

I continue sorting. Feels as though I'm in an information hub of awareness, there's just so much here. I begin to doubt the extent of how much I can erase. There's no way I can comb through all this crap.

A man appears. I vaguely recognize him, though these days everyone is familiar to me so I don't give it much thought. He asks me what I'm doing. I explain. He's watching with some fascination, asking questions here and there, commenting on much of it. I stumble upon larger memories and my pace slows. I remember some of these experiences, they were lovely.

I let him watch a clip or two before erasing. They are vivid and intimate pieces of our lives.

He asks me if I feel sad about removing these memories. I explain it's just an experiment. That and I don't care what happens with this persons life anymore. He's not mine to look after.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course. Why not? I have no reason to care about him."

"These memories though, they look like something even I would want to hold on to."

"It's because you feel attachments to people. I have no reason to feel anything. Nothing to attach to. It doesn't matter to me."

I erase what he just viewed. Not too sure why I'm showing him what I'm doing either. Why not, I guess. His observation doesn't change things. It won't make a difference.

"By the way, what's your name anyway?"

"Nick."

Cleaning the pantry / Heart allergies
I'm in the pantry helping the kids clean. There's a HUGE pile of stuff against the back wall (deeper than the room really is in real life). We've made a fairly significant dent in the middle of the pile, but there's still a lot left. We need to be careful figuring out what's good and what's trash; we don't want to throw away something that's useful. The kids are rather less careful than I am, and I'm concerned they might throw away something that shouldn't be thrown away. I try to keep a close eye on them, but I assume I'm probably missing some things. Now I'm in the family room, near the kitchen. My wife is in her chair near the window. The room feels crowded, though I can't remember what with. She's holding up a small black square (about a square inch) with a raised golden l on it, saying that she's got all the letters to this set, but has anyone seen the numbers? Somehow, I know that all but one of the numbers have been trashed, and I'm disappointed that my prediction came true.

Somehow, our neighbour from across the street is involved, turning the topic from the missing numbers to a girl receiving experimental treatments at the hospital. They're doing something along the lines of rebuilding pathways in her heart. I see a live 2D picture of ... I don't know, blood flow, maybe? The image is short but wide, showing what looks like a tunnel with manholes at the front and back, mostly filled with something solid at the bottom and with a lot of gelatinous material along the top. The hospital is generally having good success with her, though they're very concerned about potential allergic reactions. They're looking for volunteers to help test things before exposing the girl to them to make sure they won't hurt her. Someone is describing the test procedure to me, saying they freeze your heart (literally, not figuratively) and then expose it to the potential allergen. I ask how this is possible, how they can freeze your heart, how they can keep you alive with a frozen heart. The person explaining clarifies that they only freeze a thin layer on the outside of the heart, so it doesn't impact the functioning of the heart. In my mind's eye, I see a heart with a thin layer of frost on it. It's still kind of like open heart surgery, though, since they need to be able to have the heart fully exposed on top to do it.

Now I'm seeing in a hospital's wide corridor. A couple of guys are talking about the procedure. One says that they always do it with you in a hospital bed, just in case something goes wrong and you have to go into surgery to fix it. One of them says something about the drugs making you loopy. The other concurs, referencing a guy who almost does this as a side job, but who's known for trying to tell anyone who will listen that the sun goes down, not up.

Dreamsigns:
Context - Object place:
- Pile in pantry
Object - Form:
- Pantry is the wrong size
- Blood flow monitor
Context - Situation:
- Freezing hearts
Action - Character:
- Strange sun guy


Artful birds
I'm in a wooded area. I see an ancient stone wall with artwork at the top. The artwork is made of many many square holes through the wall. It's roughly triangular in shape, though there's quite a bit of detail in the middle and around the edges. It looks like of like a face. Somehow I know it's called the "sorcerer's skull." Behind the wall, I see a medium-sized red bird and know that this type of bird is responsible for creating all the sorcerer's skulls in the stones in this area.

Dreamsigns:
Character - action:
- Birds that peck artwork into stone


Company get-together
I'm at a restaurant having some kind of company get-together involving both current and former employees. I spend a while talking with TB and DN; I also talk with JV and a couple of other people. JV asks if I'm a grand parent yet. I lay out the timeline of how long I've been in the work force, how long I was in college, and when I started college, then tell him to "Do the math" which everyone thinks is really funny.

I'm saddened to learn that OB recently died in a military training accident. I'm seeing something about the accident that killed him. A group of soldiers were being trained on forklift usage. One of them - a man who's caused injury with a forklift in the past - somehow ends up using the forklift to throw a baseball bat at OB at high speed, killing him. The instructor is under investigation, not least for allowing a man with a history of forklift recklessness to operate one again. I see a road with military buildings around it. Up ahead, there's a gap in the road.

Now I see people with motorcycles jumping the gap. Now it's some kind of game, jumping it, doing something on the other side, then jumping back, trying to be the fastest. Now I see a woman on a wooden motorcycle (it's a pale wood, nicely varnished) doing it. She jumps the gap, hits a half-pipe at the end, does a one-eighty, flips right-side-up, and lands at full speed headed back towards the gap. Unfortunately, as she hits, a tiny clasp on the front fork of the bike snaps off and the wheel falls out. There's murmuring that maybe the current record is unbeatable, but she just jams the clasp back in and tries again. I question whether that will be effective, since the clasp is broken; but I admire her tenacity.

Dreamsigns:
Context - character role:
- OB isn't dead
Context - situation:
- JV should know I'm many years from being a grandparent
- Forklift / baseball bat injury
Object - form:
- Wooden motorcycle


Urban LARPers
I'm driving in a vaguely familiar area. I think that, if I make a left off of my current four lane road, pass two short roads on my right, then turn at the first "normal" length road (roads in this area seem to be on a very precise grid; I somehow have an aerial view), I'll reach a grocery store. Now I'm on foot, walking on one of the short roads. Now I'm watching a couple of groups of people doing what looks like tactical urban LARPing. One group is trying to go through an alley. Now I'm watching a girl give a post-mortem. I gather that each person on the team has different abilities, and everyone (even enemies) are able to see how many abilities each person has equipped. As the team's mage, she had the most abilities equipped and was the most valuable member. She knew that her team would be passing through an enemy-held choke-point, so she temporarily unequipped all her spells so it wouldn't be obvious that she was the mage. Unfortunately, she miscalculated; she forgot that everyone has at least one skill, so by turning all hers off, she still stuck out and was still targeted and eliminated by the other team.


Alien resistance
I'm watching people pilot futuristic ships above a futuristic dystopia. They're going into depressions where an alien is, stunning it, then using a long "straw" to suck out some kind of golden gel. They've done this many times before, and this run is going well. Ahead of them, the city rises on the side of a mountain. A giant monstrous one can be seen about half way up, but they're staying away from it, and for some reason it's not going after them. I see a female pilot doing the last of her run when something goes wrong with the straw. Goop starts coming back out the straw. She knows that the alien will be waking up in a few moments, and that she should leave, but she's determined to get the last of it. Now her craft has been downed; worse yet, it's near the giant one. She's running around, dodging, trying to escape and do as much damage as she can. Now she's in her ship, trying to sabotage it. Now she's back outside and blows the ship with some bipedal enemies in it. Now I'm in a basement watching all this as a movie on TV, listening through my BlueTooth headset. (This is nothing like my basement; it's finished, very clean, very white, and very empty.) My chair is in one corner of the room with the high end of the stairs to my right. The TV is in the opposite corner from me. I hear footsteps on the stairs. I try to pause the movie, but the remote isn't working. My wife comes down, sees it, gives me a disapproving glance without saying anything, and talks about whatever it is she came down for.

Dreamsigns:
Action - Object:
- The TV remote doesn't work
Context - setting place:
- The basement is nothing like my real basement

Mall changes
I'm observing in a mall. There's a long gently sloping hallway that's packed with people. No openings are visible to either side. A woman is directing some kind of contest. She's very attractive, though she's very scantily dressed, and her "clothing" seems to be painted on. Wide white bands go from her groin up over her shoulders, and a turquoise band wraps around her waist and hips. Now I see a long, LONG "water slide" in the hallway. It's about six feet wide and a foot deep. A couple of men are slowly going down it, and it seems to be turning them into clones of the painted woman. Their bodies are gradually changing, and whenever they bump against the sides it's in just the right place to add more paint.

Dreamsigns:
Context - object place:
- Malls don't have water slides
Context - situation:
- Water slides don't change people


Fragments
I'm driving around a lake on roads surrounded with trees. Everything is white (snowy?).

I'm watching kids put on "fat suits." They're so large that there's an overhead pulley system to hold up the belly.

The only thing i remeber is that I was lucid, no other fragments or stuff,
because I needed one night to fully sleep through, I feel kinda sick right now.

So that's it...

My mother is haunting me - actually those dreams were among the rare dreams I was able to sometimes remember in their entirety, before starting journalling on here.
Again - I spare you - nasty stuff anyway almost always..

Our old house again - but somebody rented the bungalow, which was next to it and also ours.
My grandmother suspected this man of having buried a dead body in the garden - but there was none in the end.
But I used to have - I think several - dreams, where there was one.
Buried by me and my grandmother - only her, only me - don´t know what that is all about.

In this dream there was also a tooth scene - which is supposedly quite common - can´t remember having had any before.
One was missing - and the two front teeth moved apart from each other - and there was a gap I hated the looks of. But there is something real-life connected - some tooth got inflammation around the roots - after a mistake of another dentist - so it needs to be repaired with a pivot tooth - that was quite recently..

Another scene, which is very vividly there is me and my boyfriend putting shale-shingles into my window from the outside to fill and "insulate" it.
That making no sense - we could have just as well closed the whole window with bricks.
But somehow, a bit of air circulation and not darkening the room completely was important for some reason.


Another dream had me at school - I had missed some lessons about something really complicated - maths in a way - or physics - lots of equations making no sense to me.
A friend of mine did help me catch up at home - and I had done a lot of work - and actually started understanding the matter.
I had written some several pages of equations and some text - and I wanted to show this to an angry teacher getting at me, for having missed the whole topic.

When I took out my notes and he went through them - he came across two or three pornographic drawing of my boyfriend.
I never tried myself at portraits - and esp. not of such ones in real life by the way..
He totally flipped out and shouted at me - thinking, I had mixed these in on purpose.
Then a pack of cigarettes fell out of my school-bag, and I had a hell of a stress, to get it back without him seeing it.
That at least worked out - but he was in a flying rage anyway.

And - curiously I have a new dream-sign - somebody singing!!
Me again with my normal voice - but I forgot what, when, why and the melody, too.

I didn't try to consciously lucid dream, but I guess my DILD's had a different plan.

Uno:

My face was cold, and then the rest of me started freezing. I just sorta looked around for a minute before realizing there was only one thing standing in the dank, stone room. A tall mirror stood in the middle with inscriptions on the top gild of the mirror. All you Potter-heads know EXACTLY what I'm talking about by now(Erised). I was haaaapppeh. This was a good dream line and I knew I was sick so should probably stop dreaming, but I ran up to it anyhow. The entire mirror was covered in thick, black dust. That's fine, I'll just wipe it off, right? Wrong. I stood there for a couple dream minutes, polishing it with my sleeve, but it didn't do jack. For a moment, I almost got mad, but it took a while before I realized it didn't really bother me.
My dream looses focus and I wake up. I blame cold medicine.

Dos:

I'm freezing on a rock's ledge far above the ground. My dream created bitter cold wind biting into my skin, but I think I should just sleep with more blankets at this point. Anyhow, I'm closer to the base of the mountain, thankfully, but there's this dude at the very edge of the ledge. At this point, I'm kinda curious who he is, kinda curious how long it'll take for the cold wind to become warm, but I know exactly who he is when he turns around. There's a long scar down his left eye and cheek over what I said would be fine features. His hair's dark and his eyes are silver, but he still has the mouthful of canine teeth that I created. He's one of the characters from my stories.
Dream ends. I just go immediately back to sleep which may have caused the DEILD dream next.

Tres:

My dream plopped me squarely (rectangely? I mean, the Hallway's not a square.) in the Hallway. I immediately swaggered over to the first door and opened it without really caring. Two small candles resting on great metal bars stood before a giant tapestry that I fuzzily remember dragons and fire being embroidered on with incredible number.
I just stood there for a moment, watching everything. Chills started to work their way up my spine and I suddenly got this sense of foreboding and anxiety that knocked me on my dream ass. Just as I was about to shut the door (Common sense! Yay!) I noticed there was book sitting on the ground between the medieval lamps. As I started to move closer to the book my dream faded off.
Such good timing. I don't remember waking up, I just sort of floated into the next dream, I think.

Cuatro:

I'm standing in a giant tower. The sky's a raging black and the ground is rougher than obsidian. Even the cool grey stone bricks of the tower are dark in the lighting, and the sounds of war ring out below me. A huge army is amassing at the base of the tower, stretching out over miles. They certainly look, let alone sound, intimidating, but I wasn't even close to being scared. That's when I realized they were MY ARMY! I started my little victory dance: The electric slide coupled with the Thriller in an amazing moonwalk montage that features the Worm and some very awkward break-dancing, but then my dream faded as I woke up coughing my lungs up.

Seis:

Musical instruments line the walls of a small room with no doors. No doors is never a good sign. I was still grooving with it, though. A clock was mounted over the only clear area in the entire area, but I didn't take much notice of it. The hands were pointed at 0...Couldn't be a very effective clock. A sound erupted from a cello at the other side of the room. If you didn't know, cellos tend to sound VERY NICE. This one resembled a person ripping a poor wittle squirrel's teeth out more than a musical. The other instruments began to join in: Ukuleles, pianos, guitars, flutes, trumpets, tubas, violins, drums, triangles, clarinets and far too many more made a horrible ratcheting sound in their complete discordance.
I really didn't like that clock. The hands began to move as the sound rose in intensity, and between my shoving fingers in my ears, I reached up for it. It took a minute for me to grab it, even though I didn't grow, and I smashed it against the ground. The sound faded until a piano was left playing Hallelujah in Jeff Buckley's fashion.
Dream faded.

Siete:

I'm sitting at a desk. There's no walls and no floor. I'm just there with my chair at an empty desk. Simultaneously, a sign and single white pen appears on the desk.
"Write "dead" on your desk."
My first reaction is like: What could it hurt?
My second reaction is: No. For those who don't know, white is considered all the colors of, at least, our visible spectrum. Equipped with this dream knowledge, I slipped off my chair, and started to draw the grooves in a wood floor. I gently blew on the white lines I drew into the black, and a three dimensional groove appeared in dark wood. The sign yelled at me. "Deviant. Write "dead" on your desk."
I didn't really care, to be honest. This was too awesome. I kept drawing the one plank until I came to spot where I thought a wall might look nice and just drew straight up into nothing. A dry-wall appeared as I breathed on it again, and I quickly formed a pale blue plaster with dark bronze patterns at the edges.
The sign yelled again. "Deviant. Write "dead" on your desk. Complete your reconstruction."
I didn't stop. I'm a bad deviant. After a while, I finished the outline of a small room. The sign kept yelling at me, repeating the last line over and over again. Out of pure instinct, I drew a small window across the room and filled it in with my white. Another person on the other side blew on it, and light flooded in from outside. The sign yelled again, as the light hit it and the desk before fading completely away.
I liked that dream. I really did. And then I woke up and wished I had a white pen to draw my cold away.

Ocho:

Two swords rang out against each other, clashing in darkness. A figure of a person I knew and definitively hated swung his sword again, to my parry. I'm sure my blow-by-blow report of an evenly-matched fight would bore you, so I'll skip that and get to the point: We were evenly matched just as we always would be.
Dream faded into Nueve.

Nueve:

While the other dreams had been longer in nature, this was short and sweet.
A lady treading on nothing in a white sky that glittered silver and sparkled without light stood before me. She was elegant and strong, beautiful without anything one might consider beautiful.
"You are brave. Stay with your bravery until the end."
I wanted to ask her a question, and I felt it rising in my throat as I woke up in a cold sweat.