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I am carrying a broken grandfather clock around the local town centre (albeit slightly distorted as my dreams tend to do with familiar locations), looking for clockmakers to repair it. The first one I find is closed, and the second one may or may not have been able to fix it. At no point was I at all concerned with how much it would cost to have the clock fixed.

The dream shifts, and I am visiting a castle with at least one friend. The castle has a large (at least the same width as the castle), flat, square-shaped moat surrounding it that is typically empty so that people can walk across it, but can be filled in times of danger. At present the castle is under attack, and the local army has been sent out onto the moat's surface to deal with the invaders. Someone of authority (possibly the king, possibly one of his advisors) deems the battle to be lost and decides to flood the moat, but the princess expressed concern that this would drown their own army. I venture underground into the tunnels beneath the castle, and come across the control system for the moat - a pair of large sluice gates, one which draws water from a river into the moat and one which drains it. The first gate is open and the moat is partially filled, but the progress is slow. As I head over to the control system for the second gate another group from the castle arrives, including the princess and an advisor who looks like Loki from Thor. Apparently whoever decided to flood the moat should not have done so, and the princess and I raise a stone slab from a slot in the floor which opens the second gate and drops the water, then I jump across some platforms to reach and close the first gate. The moat progressively drains (and some large stone mechanism shifts into place as it does so) and Loki-advisor refers to me as "misinformer" as it finishes - I'm not sure why, but given it's Loki it may well be a compliment of some sort. I am hailed as a hero and my friend (who now looks like Samwell Tarley from Game of Thrones) reminds me that we still need transport to our next location, presumably implying that I should request it from the castle now that I am in their favour. The dream shifts before the scene can continue.

I am entering some kind of cross between my flat kitchen and secondary school science lab to make my dinner, but the room has been commandeered for a film event of some sort. I speak to the guy setting up the event, explaining that it would take me only 15 minutes to cook my food and another 30 to eat it and clean up, but he refuses to let me make my dinner. Some of the conversation is garbled, but I make the assumption that since it is currently 11pm it is not likely the event will be over in time for me to make my dinner that night.

I am then woken up by a knock on the door.

#242 - DILD - 03:04 AM

I am working in some strange factory I think with dirt floors and large metal cylinders. I see several people I know from my past but one guy stands out. Aaron. He is walking behind me and I keep looking back trying to place him. I feel something is off.

I suddenly have a Fa in some bed in the middle of the factory. I wish that I had talked to Aaron now that I realize it was a dream. I'm glad I had one so vivid but wish I had got lucid. I also realize that I passed out too fast before I could do an induction. I feel a little bummed my coffee didn't do much for me. I wonder what went wrong. I remember that I am trying to make a habit of doing a nose plug every time I wake up. I partly blow through. I find this odd but I am so sure I am awake. I try to rationalize why I would blow through at all. I breath out my nose normal and notice that the feeling is the same. I think maybe since I've been sick my nose is a little clogged. But that doesn't quite add up either so I try again. This time my breath stops.

I have another FA and this time I am at home in my own bed. I can't believe my nose plug RC failed but I decide I better do it again out of good practice. I partly blow through again. OK now I know something is up. This time I focus more intently on it. With more deliberation, I feel my hand squeeze hard on my nose but the feel is also a little numb. There's my first clue. Now, this time I blow through cleanly. Ha! I am dreaming still!

I have a hard time getting out of bed and it feels like the start of an OBE. I am actually in the void but I don't realize it yet. I open eyes but it feels like my physical eyes. Though all I see is total blackness I worry that I will wake myself up. I close my eyes and focus on seeing through my eyelids. Some shadows and patterns begin to take shape. I rub hands for stability and see them clearly in light against black void. I get up and start running into the void hoping a scene will form. I begin surging forward at an incredible rate and have an intense feeling of G-forces. It takes my breath away and I gasp loudly. The feeling surges through my whole body and I have to ground myself and focus before it gets too uncomfortable. Everything slows down and I continue forward. Now, I unintentionally level out horizontally and begin flying. I start surging forward like before and repeat the whole breathless gasping episode again. After I calm down again, I feel myself fall to my back. I don't want to end up in bed again so I try harder to focus on a scene.

Suddenly I am standing in my darkened house. I am in the living-room and move to a light switch. There are creepy shadows of some humanoid entities in my way. I feel fear so I curse at them and push through anyway. I am actually standing in the living-room/kitchen threshold where there are two light switches on both sides of the wall.

I flip light switches but only the light in my son's room on the other side of the living room comes on. I say out loud, "I want some fucking light in here right now." I Flip the switches on and off but it only effects my son's room. I flip them off again as I say, "Now!" Flip them on, "In hear right now". Something like fingers tickles my arm from the darkness in the kitchen. I turn and address the the shadows masking my fear with anger, "You mother fucking bitches better go away! I swear to God I'll fuck you up!" It stops.

I turn my attention back to the lights. I try flipping the switch switch one more time and again only my sons room lights up. Suddenly, I realize its not all that bad. There is at least some light coming on and it is actually realistically flooding into the living room enough to see some detail. I decide the dream must want me there so I go. I begin to feel exhilarated and my heart rate picks up. The excitement of what I might find has me bursting at the seems. I feel like I can do anything my heart desires though I know my time is short. I hurry across the living remembering not to be too excited.

There is a kind faced, smiling woman in the room. I recognize that she looks like a woman from work but also very different too. She is much taller and I feel like a child next to her. The top of my head probably comes only waist high. She is wearing a pink frilly dress like something from the Victorian era. I move close and take her hand, "Hi. Who are you?"

She doesn't look at me or respond to my question though I'm holding her large hand in both mine. She seems to only off handedly but surely acknowledge my presence. I hear my own voice respond to my question in my head, "KRISTY."

The thought doesn't feel like my own and I assume she's telepathic. I verbally ask her, "Will you take me with you?" I feel like I could use some help in this dream and feel excited about the idea of giving a DC control. They always surprise me and that's what I like in my lucids the most. Surprises.

I don't hear a voice in my head this time but receive a "knowing" that she will take me along. We start out the front door and It looks like more void out there. I look up at her again to hold on to some visual stability. This time my eyes do a strange rolling movement and my physical eye lids flit open.

I do a nose plug to confirm that I really am awake this time.

I had my alarm clock on 5 h after falling asleep - but was too lazy to do something - but two hours later then.
Did a WILD attempt with mantras - but I was not very patient and rolled over to sleep normally.

There was a dream - one of these classics - me too late for an exam, and didn´t know where - and another woman showed me the way.
I had a huge bag, which I couldn´t leave somewhere to not have it stolen and we went cross country.
Suddenly she did a jump of some meters, and me behind her - that made me pause, and do a RC - my nose plug again.
Yepp lucid.

So then - she was gone, I was in some flat onto which´s balcony we had jumped these meters for whatever reason.
And the most important thing was, I wanted to know, what somebody is thankful for.
But there was only a nice fluffy grey cat.
So I asked the cat - but it wasn´t interested and stalked away.

I then made a private experiment - woke up from it - but with falling asleep again, was instantly lucid once more.
Scenery another flat.
So - the months then - no problem, actually! None at all.
Then I let myself fall over backwards without looking - and it hurt a bit coming down on the wooden floor with my spine.
I should probably have told myself, that nothing bad would happen??

Anyway - window got opened the usual way - and even then I was first afraid to fly out this time.

But I did it - and I even managed to stop the silly swimming motions.
That had me hover and somehow I wanted to move and thought I might loose orientation.
So I remembered the zooming thing.
There was an old wooden shack with a damaged writing on the front, and I zoomed in on the A.
First - nothing happened - so I concentrated more and tried really to see details of it as if it was in front of my nose..
Well - then I almost ran into it with my nose - had to air-brake to keep me from crashing into the thing..
Might have even been one more task to try to go through - but that I didn´t think of at that moment.

So - down I went - and I saw 3 people through a high perimeter fence around a sports-ground.
I might have been "talking in my sleep" to them, because I had a certain kind of problem with vocalizing, which I had before and that was in a nightmare and I got told, I would have talked out loud then.

Whatever - after the initial problems - I did as if I was a radio-reporter and asked what the first woman was thankful for - she said - of all things - the church and what it did for humankind, weell.
Okay - two more left - next was a guy - and - believe it or not, he said something trivial and I forgot it, in my rush to reach the third person acoustically - didn´t think of phasing through that fence - too much concentration on the task as such.

But then I did phase through the fence anyway and was close to her.
And she said - she is thankful for the fact, that humans can understand what other people think, from talking about it.

The dream was loosing a bit of colour then - and I woke up on purpose not to forget it all.

Original journal entry dated July 8th, 2002:

I was in a hot-air balloon with some other person, and we were running away from zombies. Or something. It had something to do with my old middleschool, the scary one, and a locker combination. I forgot my locker combination, and then I lost my homework and got in trouble, and then I somehow wound up in the hot air balloon. In any case I was convinced we were going to die because had already died before as a result of losing control of the balloon, and neither of us knew how to steer it and we steered it WAY too high, and it was really windy and the basket almost flipped upside down, so I almost fell out. But we did manage to land it, eventually, and were attacked by hordes of undead zombies. And then I woke up.

First i dreamt that someone was drowning and my cousin saved her. Then i remember something that had to do with birds who could act. After that i was a singer and was preforming in front of many people

I was having a dream about my cartoon. (Agian.) Once more I was executing non-lucid dream control to make the cartoon. I was thinking about the main villain in the comic, and his robot army. I began to come up with variations for his robot minions, such as having rocket launcher arms or jet packs. (In RL I do a cartoon, and the bad guy has an army of robot minions.)
The dream became animated in that the characters talked, had voices and moved around, but still looked like cartoons. I got to watch the heroes of the comic battle the new robot minions. The new robots posed a real challenge to the animated heroes.


I was taking a vacation with my family in Puerto Rico. (My family goes on a Holiday in Puerto Rico every year in RL) And we were checking into our favorite beach-side resort. (This resort used to be one of my dream signs because I would dream about it SO often.)
We had arrived and it was almost dusk. The dream's recreation of the resort was fairly accurate this time around. (I know the whole place like the back of my hand.) Although there were two big bamboo patches outside the lobby that I didn't remember being there.
And, because I dream about this place so often, I became vaguely lucid. But I didn't really become lucid until later. I can remember pondering my dreaming state while staring at the leaves of a palm tree.
Anyways, I walked around on the beach for a minute, and my parents called me to help move luggage into the room. I went and helped them, I think I made two trips with them until we had everything. We might have had a brief cookout fire on the beach or something similar, but I don't really remember. By this time, the sun was setting and my parents told me to go to bed. I went into our hotel room and laid down on the bed.
It was sort of like sleeping in Minecraft. When I lay down, my vision got darker and darker, and just when It went to black, I woke up with a jolt and it was immediately the next day.
When i woke up on the next day, I felt like the world was more vivid (when in reality the DREAM was more vivid.) I was getting up to walk outside when I woke up.

It was about 5:00am. Still an hour, went back to sleep.

I was at some OTHER resort with my parents as well as my cousins this time. The resort was one of those backwoods-themed places where all of the buildings are made to look like log cabins. The adults were checking in, save for my uncle who was giving me and my cousins a "tour" of the resort.
We were inside this atrium like building. The outside was made to look like a log cabin, as would be fitting for the resort, but the inside was entirely made of concrete, and had all of these platforms and walkways. We were up pretty high too, probably on the third or fourth floor.
The first thing we did was my cousin got interested by this table with a touchscreen on it. Apparently what it allowed you to do was make yourself into your own trading card. The table would take a picture of you what a built in camera. Then you could use the touchscreen to customize your card's stats and abilities. Then, for a dollar you could print it out. (I got to remember that idea, that is marketing genius!)
For some reason, I was interested by this red glowing column that ran up through all the concrete floors. Further inspection revealed that it was in fact (enter dream logic) a really tall coke machine. The money slot and dispensary were on the first floor.
My cousins and uncle made their way down a concrete spiral staircase to the coke machine. I tried to climb down through this weird lattice of concrete platforms suspended by steel cables. It turned out to be too difficult for me to do. I think one of my cousins wanted a soda. On the ground floor, there were two other coke machines that were of normal height.

Later, same dream.

I was helping my dad do something for the resort. Apparently, he had broken some furniture in the hotel room and needed to make it up to the owners of the resort. He wanted to do it by carving a big log bench for the room out of a tree trunk and placing it in the room. (Remember the resort was log cabin/ backwoods themed)
Anyways, he was carrying the log to outside a row of condo-type buildings. They were all built in a big meadow area surrounded by forest.
The log itself I remember vividly because of its massive size. It was probably three feet thick and ten feet long. He had carved four large notches into the log that were supposed to be the seats for the bench, but he was planning on doing the remainder of his work back in our hotel room.
When we got to the room, my dad said he needed me to carry the log the last little bit because there was a step-up to get into the room. I lifted the log and barely managed to fit the entire thing into the room.
Wait a second... I can't lift a giant log by myself... I'm dreaming! (Weird way to get lucid by the way.)
I got lucid. The door to the room closed and locked. The giant log disappeared when I wasn't looking. I stabilized the dream by saying "increase clarity" twice. I looked around the room. It had a log-cabin theme not unlike the rest of the resort. I think there were a pair of deer horns mounted on the wall.
The floor was covered in backpacks and suitcases, as well as piles of clothes, cameras and other sorts of travel gear.
I wandered around the room for a minute. I yelled "I'm dreaming" a couple times somewhere along the way to affirm to myself that I was lucid dreaming. But after a few minutes, I realized I was trapped in the room. (uh-oh)
I decided to try dream spinning. I closed my eyes and tried spinning around. I imagined the beach resort from earlier in the night. I began to see the imagery related to the resort, but I must have either lost it or given up to quickly, because when I stopped spinning I was still locked in the hotel room, and nothing in the dream scene had changed.
I recalled my dream from awhile ago, where I was firebending. Maybe I can use firebending to burn a hole in the wall and escape that way. I recalled the move I was practicing in that nonlucid dream, the spinning fire/lightning kick. I tried to do it, but no fire or lightning whipped off my foot.
I started to get very frustrated with the dream, and woke up not long after that.

I can't believe it. It feels like it's been months since I really had a full-length lucid dream. Now, true, my dream control completely and utterly failed. But, I couldn't care less. If I got lucid like this again tonight... that would be amazing.
If I can start having lucid dreams like this 2-3 times a week, I can begin to grapple with the problems of my dream control. I can revisit some of my old goals and maybe finally do the dream base.

Original journal entry dated July 7th, 2002:

A lot of people, including me, were going to this one medieval fair thing, and we all had to dress up and stuff. It was really more like a medieval fantasy deal so I was dressed up as a wizard, or something. Anyway, there was the outer fair, which was free, and then the inner fair with all of the special events was behind a wall, and you had to pay a lot of money to get in. I had a sort of miniquest thing where I had to collect various issues of Dragonball, except that I kept getting the same issue over and over again, and it was very frustrating. There was this mad scientist type guy who lived in a tower and he had an issue I really needed, but in return for giving me the issue I had to live there forever. So I figured I'd take the issue, and then run away. Then S__ and everybody else wanted to go to the inner fair and left me behind because I didn't want to pay that much money. A group of people and I tried to sneak in by crawling along the rooftops to get over the wall, but for some reason the old principal from Highschool was chasing us, and we had to get down and hide. So finally, I gave in and bought a ticket, although the real reason for it was sort of different, because in my dream I had this boyfriend (and hell if I remember what he looked like, it was just one of those things that you know when you're in a dream) and I knew this one other girl was after him, and it sort of pissed me off. I got into the fair and she was hanging all over him, and I got mad at another friend of mine for not doing anything about it since he was supposed to be my friend and look out for me. Then the dream sort of shifted and I had to enroll in a school there, and in order to do that I had to get the old crazy scientist guy's signature. So I got it and went to the highschool and tried to enroll but it turned out that I had to go and get the principal's signature too and fill out a form to enroll, and he had the forms, and his office was in the fair, and it was too late to go there because it was closed. But I was allowed to go to all of the classrooms and decide which classes I wanted to take. I went to the language class because a language class was required, except they didn't have spanish, they only had japanese, and I didn't know anything and didn't have a text book. And then I did something wrong I think, and the teacher made me stay after class and said I couldn't leave the classroom until she told me to. For some reason it was then that I realized that I was not wearing any pants at all, but merely had my Star Wars comforter wrapped around the lower portion of my body, and I thought about how silly I must have looked and how drafty it was. In any case, the teacher had to leave to do something, and I got bored and left the classroom anyway because I wasn't supposed to, and some kids started bullying me and took my backpack, so I got mad and beat them up. Then one of the other teachers came along and I got in a lot of trouble, but everything was cleared up and they let me go. I was waiting for my ride, but didn't see the car anywhere, and then wondered if my ride really WAS there but I didn't recognize the car...

...then, for some reason, I was at my grandmother's house. Except it was more like a church, and had pews, but they were all lined up in front of a fireplace. We were supposed to be singing hymns and she got mad at me because I kept interrupting. Then she made everybody move and rearrange themselves on the pews, and I got in trouble for goofing off because I was playing with a raisin.

well college doesn't give me time to dream so i was really shocked when i had this lucid dream.

I'm staying at this hotel , it had many floor like 100 I think. I'm with my dad and sofia, we're waiting for the elevator and the cleaning lady says to not take the elevators on the right because they are haunted, so we did just that.
We started going up floors but all of the sudden the elevator stopped and took us back to the first floor, the spirit trolled us. We got out of the elevator and went to another elevator. I looked at my reflection and started thinking, how is it possible that a haunted elevator just trolled us like that, it's not possible, this must be a dream i said.

I got out of the elevator and the magic began. I did my reality check, then I yelled in every direction that I was dreaming and a random guy said "hey, that's great" and gave me a thumbs up. I rubbed my hands and went to the shopping mall that was next to me. I walked around and kissed like 10 girls, just for fun and because it feels as good or better than " the real world" because all those girls are really hot.
Then i went for some clothes and grab a shirt. I touched that material of that shirt and man, it made me doubt that i was dreaming, so i did my reality check and yes i was still in the dreaming world, the material felt more real than real itself haha.
I went to the malls second floor and went inside an office. There was a doctor who mas measuring his patients breasts so I volunteered and grabbed them just to make sure and the doctor almost punched me but i jumped out the window and landed softly on the floor.

Then i went to my objectives and remembered that i wanted to talk to juli, so i focus really hard to get her there. A crowd of people walked and between all the people there she was. I went toward her and she saw me but started backing away. She giggled and backed off wanting me to go catch her. As I got closer I woke up.........

So I don't remember much since I didn't get much sleep (again!) but uh

I was with Herman from Pacific Rim and maybe one or two other people, but Herman was being kind of a jerk. We were on our way to a con and he had a magic ring like in Lord of the Rings, except that it looked like the silver ring from http://destiel-sterek-klaroline-hips...-misha-collins this post.

Wow is that really all I can remember?
Wow that's sad.

Hey there, last night I had my first lucid dream after weeks of researching the topic. I wasn't trying to have one it and from what im about to tell you, you can notice that it was very situational. Okay so it started out with me and my family in our backyard when all of a sudden my mother falls asleep. I tell the rest of my family that we can actually get into her dream, but no one believes me. So I kind of just close my eyes next to her and manage to bring all of my family into her dream. Now at this moment I know that I am in a Lucid Dream BUT only because in my dream I literally went into a dream.. So yeah at this moment my memories of lucid dreaming come to me and i realize that i am in a lucid dream. I tried telling everyone but they wouldn't believe me so I slammed my fists into the air and I started flying. Now I was thinking not to get too excited and it worked for me because i kept on flying straight up. Right before i reached space I counted my fingers until i reached 3 and snapped to get an astronaut suit so i wouldnt sufficate (i didnt want to take any chances of this turning into a nightmare). So i was in space but i couldn't control the surroundings, only my actions. The planets were not ones in our solar system they looked exotic and each had multiple views. The angle at which I was flying (more of like soaring) over them was very elogant. I guess with zero gravity it made flying a little more flexible because i was always spinning around looking at all the planets. And then thats where my dream stopped. Im afraid that this would be the only time that i will ever be able to lucid dream because the only reason that i knew that i was dreaming is because i literraly said in my dream "oh hey we can go into her dream" and carried out the action non-lucidly.

(Had a brief nap this afternoon to make up for lost sleep and had this dream. It was remarkably well-formed compared to my usual napping dreams.)

The dream begins with a short fragment involving a room similar to my current university accommodation, which is connected to some form of multi-level arena in a black environment. It is possible the whole thing is a video game of some sort. This quickly ends and shifts to the dream proper.

I am visiting some form of day-care/community centre that I have apparently been attending regularly ever since I was a young child as part of my extra-curricular activities. Unlike all of the previous times I have visited, I am promptly called aside and informed that there was a hidden agenda to the centre the whole time.

It turns out that all of the activities in the centre have in fact been a form of training, and the centre is a facility at which they train secret agents and arm them with technology that can produce almost paranormal effects and abilities. As we tour the underground areas of the facility I am told that all of the uninformed subjects are periodically given tests in which they are exposed to shocking or otherwise psychological scenarios to measure their reaction, after which they are given an amnesiac which wipes their memory of the incident. Taking all of this remarkably calmly, I state the logical conclusion that I have also undergone these tests and don't remember them. I am then shown a tape of who I assume to be a very young version of myself being shown a video of some sort (though I wasn't able to identify the content of the video). In the tape I appeared disturbed by what I was watching, but was able to make it through the whole thing. I inquire as to why the amnesiac is used, to which the researcher explains that the psychological evaluation is based on the assumption that the subject is experiencing the scenario for the first time, not knowing the content nor the existence of the test itself in advance, to allow for comparing changes as the subject ages. I then proceed to perform what I assume to be some form of agility test in which I carry a tray of items down the hallway we just walked through without dropping them.

The dream shifts and I am sitting with several people who I assume are other subjects who have been informed of the situation next to a large blast door similar to the ones in the corridor I was walking through in the last scene (it may be the same location, but I am not certain). The other subjects are laughing at a form they discovered - it appears to be some form of alias sheet in which an agent can design a new identity for upcoming missions, but it has been filled out with a rather childish description of some kind of monkey-themed superhero, possibly by one of the younger subjects. I point out to the other subjects that despite the author not being present he may be in another 'instance' of the same room (for this scene it is as if we are in an online game in which only some of the users are present in any particular instance - I think I also catch a glimpse of a list of online users partway through), and briefly contemplate to myself whether or not the author in the other instance would be able to observe the sheet of paper floating around as the other subjects hold it.

The dream shifts again and I encounter another subject who has been turned into a child as a prank by way of a body-altering edible substance the facility has developed. They are visibly put off by this, but to my knowledge the effect can be reversed. After a short scene shift I enter a gym in which another subject promptly explains to me that the child had been an arrogant jock and he wanted to get back at him somehow. He also explains that he used the substance on himself to give himself a more athletic body as some form of poetic justice. He makes a comment to me as he leaves (which I am no longer able to remember) and I respond in the affirmative, before promptly eating some of the substance myself that I had been carrying around (it taking the form of a pinch of sugar-tasting grains that I had been carrying on a spoon) for an unclear reason - it is possible I had been intending to use it on him but changed my mind, or that I ate it to hide it, but neither is certain. I change, but I wake up before I am able to accurately observe what I look like.

Partway through the dream I had a dream fragment in which I was walking through an airport or train station of some kind while on a family trip, though I am unable to place it chronologically within the dream.

Im snowboarding on what I believe is mount hood. I see cliffs and lines as we go up the lift. I Always want that impossible path noobody ever tested;I go for it and find out its a 300ft cliff and slide to the edge barely swingin by my fingers. I slip and fall through the ground onto what appears to be a giant ship. Someone eventually comes for me, we get out and sware to never speak of it until we know what it is. We come back during the summer and enter the ship looking for treasure but it's completely empty, in perfect shape I might add. We get out and find a chinese AA gun next to us shooting into the sky. We see zombies everywhere, we try to get help from them or warn but they dont answer in english.

I wake up in a PT Hall for military training and assessment. Im in the middle of my pushups and cant seem to do the last one no matter how hard I try, even though I have all the energy in the world. Once the clock is over I resume pushups and do 10 more like it's easier then pie. Somehow they write down as passed for the heart. Then they ask me to help one of the Private's cause of his asthma.

Last night I had a dream that led up to a young, deformed boy, no more than 10 years old. He was shirtless and explaining his bone formations to another boy right next to him. The first part of my dream, I don't remember, but I know that it came to a series of images that stopped at a sort of short clip that showed the boy explaining his deformity. I was not a part of the scene or interaction. It was like watching a movie and the deformed boy's back was facing me.

The boy's shoulder blades were the shape of narrow cones (almost the shape of a drinking glass) pointed towards one another that projected from underneath his skin about 3 inches further than normal and when he would push his elbows backwards, the two should blades would knock against one another. The boy then lifted his right arm making the should blade shift to point south. As the scene zoomed out from the shoulder blades, I saw the lower half of the deformed boy's back where an additional deformity grew from his spinal cord. His spinal cord began to protrude from underneath his skin about half way down his back the same way that his should blades did. The only difference between his deformities was that his spinal cord was gnarled and bumpy.

In the position where his right arm was lifted above his head, he would shift his shoulder causing the right shoulder blade to slam down into his spinal cord. It was such a malicious and aggressive movement on so innocent a body that the image is still haunting me even half-way through the day.

I woke up feeling hot and sweaty with a rapid heart beat, unable to return to sleep for another hour and a half.

11/18/13 LD #72 Late morning quick wbtb led to an awareness dild where I floated around the room and structure(drew it un-artistically), found Girl Friday and had a great time between the sheets. Dream sign mantra seems to be yielding some results but this one had more to do with awareness that the location was not in the same condition as it is in waking life...basically it was in the middle of remodeling.

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11/19/13 What is really strange is that one of my dream signs that only comes around maybe once a month but is usually a lucidity inducer (my deceased father in law) has shown up the last 2 nights and went right over my head (I assume my mantra incubated him into my dreams)...yet last night it may have kept me going in a more meaningful dream that was really quite special to me personally...it was my wife as a 2 year old coming up to me and she was just so darn cute...I didn't know her that young but I assume the DC was created from pictures I have seen of her around that age...(I am not posting my other dreams, getting lazy to and besides I have them in my personal journal) The dream:
Special one, false awakening into a fluffy bed with lots of comforters I can hear the train outside and I think that is strange this is not a place where I normally hear a train, it feels like its a house near (next town south) but perhaps it is the house on M. I get up and go to the living room and sit on the couch...later father-in-law gets up from bed I assume and comes and sits next to me as well as someone else gets up at the same time (feels like it is the strange version of my mother in law from the previous night's dream). He's telling me that he was seeing (this mother-in-law DC) or whoever doing something like a yoga pose where she's starts off on her back and legs up in the air and he's kind of wondering why does she do that, it seems like it has something to do with being able to lucid dream. A little kid walks by in the hall on the far side of the room, maybe about 2 years old and I hold my hands out and say come here about 3 times quickly and the kid comes towards me and surprisingly it looks like a young little (my wife's name)!! She is just so adorable. She has short hair and it just looks like her, like her pictures or like a really good representation of what my mind would think she would look when she was that age. She comes towards me but my father-in-law(her father) picks her up and it looks like she's fussing a little bit like she wants to come over to me and I say no its okay stay with (father-in-law) about 3 times as I rub her shoulder and arm in assurance. It feels like this was about to make me lucid as I woke up. As I'm laying in bed awake I think about how neat it is almost like traveling back in time to see her when she was young when she looked so darling. I also wondered if perhaps it was supposed to be our baby since I've been dreaming a lot about babies lately (no baby expected that I know of!).

This is after I woke up from my first dream. I recited "if it's red, I'm in bed" with great difficulty before simply falling asleep.

I'm walking in a somewhat active park with someone, and we drove my car there. It began pleasantly enough, but then the person I'm with starts to feel not as well. I say something along the lines of "lets go back to my car and turn on the AC"; but instead, like the actions of a rational human being, I put her in a shopping cart and scoot her around. I find this hilarious after I wake up, for very ironic reasons aside from the thought of pushing an unconscious adult around in a cart.

We go to the boardwalk of a pier, which actually reminds me of Navy Pier in Chicago. And, like the real Navy Pier, it was ridonkulously foggy. It is starting to get dark at this time, and the streets lights are starting to turn on. We are heading towards Lake Michigan (or, in the dream, a random ocean), and to my left, I can see a giant, jade-colored tower with golden lights rising out of the fog in the waters. I couldn't see the base of it due to the fog/mist; but the way it is situated, it looks like the fog is some sort of a portal, and the tower is rising out of it since I can see the water line, and it is all clear. (Note: Now that I'm awake, I realize that it is very similar one of my favorite pictures I took of a tower in Chicago, which actually did kind of look like it was rising out of the fog -- hey, an excuse to use the attachment feature! -- though, not at this of an extreme as my dream).

It's the building to the right. God, I love Chicago.

To my right is another giant tower, only this one is more marble white, and, due to its proximity, I can see the base (which featured columns -- lots and lots of columns). It's situated right in front of a grass quad. It's at this time my friend wakes up. I tell her she overheated (not as in a fever, but as in the cooling fans didn't work), and I figured the ocean breeze would help. I guess even Fake Chicago has winds colder than death. There was a Video Game College to our right in front of the white tower, so we decide to go in and visit.

Inside, it is pleasantly lit. It looks like a hotel in terms of hallway/room layout, but the actual rooms feature wooden bunk beds like the dorms I've been in. The guy who greets us is a tubby, modern faux-hippy wearing a green shirt half a size too small, dirty orange hair in white-people dreads, and just-as-dirty-ginger beard (not a missed MILD cue alert for me, by the way: it's a very, very specific red that I'm noticing). The dream fades while the dude talks at me.

The dream picks up again, and I'm back in the same busy park, only I moved backwards in time and it's the afternoon again. I'm next to my car, and it is parked on the street in the same spot as I "knew" from before. In terms of location, if I keep going straight, I'd eventually make it back to the pier again. To my right is a row of dirty apartment buildings; it's similar to the row houses you'd find in San Francisco, only if San Francisco just gave up and started downing whole gallons of ice cream each night.

To my left is a grassy patch, with a large oak tree (the trunk is maybe a 1.5-meters wide) at my 10 'o clock. Just a bit past the tree, but more to my immediate left, is a decently sized park basketball court that features 4-5 rows of bleacher seats and chain-linked fences. Two of my housemates, E and S, are there, but they are complaining about the gutters around the court being overgrown with weeds. So now, in my mind, I make some sort of weird plan to insert a grate through the sewers where the roots are, cement off the opening while leaving a slight opening, then pulling the weeds out as they grow through the limited opening. Somewhere during the planning phase, I somehow actually do it.

The dream fades; and then it gets a bit noteworthy.

I wake up, and but it's not time for me to get out of bed yet, so I just lay there for a bit. I recite my MILD mantra just in case, but I still have the park dream with the basketball court fresh in my mind; so my mind begins to wander a bit about playing basketball. I thought about playing hoops with my friend DR. C!!! (FYI: it is required by law that you tell his name every time due to reasons)... the wicked crossover move I had in middle school... fantasized a bit about what if I was back in high school and I retained all my current abilities... being athletic enough to dunk the ball from the foul line... and suddenly, I wake up again. Apparently, I dozed off while thinking about basketball, only I don't think my stream of thought ever "broke," thus my mind was still busy doing the basketball equivalent of masturbating while my body slept. I'm chalking this up to some sort of WILD, or perhaps a very, very brief step towards LD?

I drift in and out of sleep a little more, but nothing else happened.