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[For several days I was having dreams that seemed somehow not worth writing down or recording ... until yesterday when the exponential data center dream seemed worth recording, at which point the last several days of dreams that were not worth recording were suddenly worth recording, even though they are generally more suited for dream bits than full dreams. The mind is a very weird thing!]

10-05ish-2013 -- Much of the detail was gone the instant I woke up, and several days later even more has faded, but ... I am in a sort of a sports stadium, being half pursued by a sort of a bad guy, but not too much so, still kind of a calm situation. There are hints of the Buena Park Church of the Nazarene, but not much. There are good guys that are helping me and bad guys that are chasing me, and maybe some hints of doing some kind of singing of funny songs, but nothing I can actually remember.

I am moving into (or perhaps out of) the stadium area again, and find myself facing a naked and very attractive Melissa Gilbert (Laura from Little House, but very grown up) and I decide I want to have sex with her. She has no interest in me, she wants to get together with her 'Manly' (Almanzo Wilder).

Spoiler for for graphic sex:

But as she isn't actually opposed to me, I lay down on a bleacher and pull her down on top of me, entering her anally, while helping her spread her legs so her husband can take her vaginally, sandwiching her between us. It is a very pleasant, but brief, scene.

After that nice bit is over, more of the bad guys are after me, and I try to sneak out of the entire stadium area, just to find myself in a sort of railroad yard, dodging trains. Thankfully, even though I am still being chased, I am able to fly, and they aren't, so I am flying higher and higher, and though they are trying to climb buildings to catch me, they just can't keep up.

Then things start to change, in the way they often do in dreams, and I am having more and more trouble flying, while the people chasing me start flying, and are getting to be better at it than me, so I am only barely staying out of their reach, and then not even managing to stay out of their reach.

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10-06ish-2013 -- Running around in Buena Park, perhaps riding or trying to catch a bus, heading down Beach Blvd (or perhaps Grand Avenue) right past the entrance of Knott's Berry Farm. Somehow in something that half-resembles a computer game, and half ties into roller coaster rides and the like, I end up on a sort of ground-based care ride that carries me along the edge of the property just south of where Montezooma's Revenge is.

While it somehow is a flat ground-based ride, it is soon on top of a tall building, perhaps 19 or 20 floors up, and I find myself walking along the top of the building, thinking of jumping off, and worrying about if I can safely fall 19 or 20 floors or not. Very strange, and too much is faded at this point to remember well.

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10-07-2013 -- Am somehow visiting with BAM in the old place, and am preparing to cook a meal which involves some very thick steak (actually a couple of very think steaks fitting together like a yo-yo until I cut them apart and make them into two steaks) and a side like macaroni and cheese or perhaps scalloped potatoes. I am also trying to get something to drink, but all the ice cubes are contaminated with some sort of brown alcohol. (Looks like Coke, but it is alcoholic, and I am trying to get it cleaned up, but all the ice is contaminated.)

Somehow this ends up with BAM and I wandering around right outside (me still carrying the steak and potatoes) in a very ghetto-like neighborhood filled with some very rough people and lots of young gang member-like thugs carrying guns and weapons. Somehow it feels very end-of-the-world, and I can't help but think the whole world is doomed.

Meanwhile, I am still trying to figure out how to get the meal cooked, and dodging violent crooks. BAM heads off to a new place, and is moving (but only about a block or so over to a mobile home park) and I end up making friends with a particularly tough guy who actually seems to be tough but good, and is helping me gather the weapons I need to protect myself, as bad cops are chasing me and trying to lock me up, and I have to try and speak in a very hip and with-it way to try and food people and keep myself safe.

Soon I try and make it back to BAMs new place, though I have a little problem finding the exact right mobile home, and she wants nothing to do with me, though there are Christian singers who do, and a dead pastor who is trying to talk to us, and clowns running around. It is all very odd.

10-08-2013 -- On the road working with some sort of radio transmitter equipment, and antennae that fold up and fold out or something. Eventually I find myself approaching the Hickory house. Dad's truck is parked on the grass, near his bedroom window, even though he is probably dead. We have moved out of the house, and yet I think mom has just recently moved back in, so it is sort of coming home after not having lived here for quite a while.

As I approach the door, I find there is a lot of mail waiting there, though much of it is sitting on the steps, rather than being in the mail box. There is tons of junk mail, which I know I really ought to leave alone, but instead I start picking it all up and sorting through it. There are selection packages from music clubs, and lots of past due bills, greeting card catalogs, mail order catalogs, letters from prisoners, lots of mail with change of address labels on them that have somehow followed me from several other addresses, and possibly even a letter from Gordon.

I take some of the mail inside, and ignore the rest. I am very tired, and think I really ought to get some sleep, but it is raining really hard outside, and it turns out the roof leaks very badly, so it is dripping inside, as well, including on most of the beds. So I am wandering the house looking for somewhere to sleep.

I walk into mom's bedroom, and though the roof is leaking in here, too, the bed is big enough that water is only dripping on parts of the bed. Parts seem to be dry. So I climb onto a dry portion of the bed and start to fall asleep. Problem is, though I didn't actually see her, mom was sleeping on her bed, and I ended up curling up on top of her, so when she shifted in the bed, I fell off, and she chased me out of the room. I glance into some of the other rooms, and they have odd beds that are being rained on.

Somehow I end up in the back yard next to my bedroom window, kind of half looking inside, and half crouching out of sight underneath it. I have something on my face, perhaps a cross between some kind of sauce and peaches, and my marmalade cat (probably Sammy) seems to be licking it off my face. Melody wanders into my room, moving things and eventually closing and locking my window (which has been open) before moving on to her own room. Meanwhile, I have shifted over to hiding under her window, making some slight amount of noise. I am half trying to remain crouched out of sight, and half trying to pop up and startle her. She leans out the window and sees me, and is half trying to lecture me, and half closing and locking her window.

Things are kind of half shifting to becoming a large data center with computers and data banks all over the place, but still with the layout of the Hickory house. It is very strange.

Miniaturization and modernization are happening at a very fast pace, and I can kind of see as memory chips are getting smaller and smaller (and yet the amounts of them being stacked together are getting greater and greater) so that even while the individual chips are shrinking, the overall drives are getting physically larger and larger.

People are wandering through the house, and almost kind of just waving their hands, and more and more memory modules are appearing in place, and getting bigger and bigger, so that the amount of information they can hold are increasing at an exponential rate. And yet the volume of information to be contained is expanding at an even greater rate.

It's like the amount of storage is increasing from megabytes to gigabytes to terabytes and beyond, and yet the amount of information there is to store is somehow increasing at a rate that is infinitely greater. It is like storage is expanding at a rate of infinity, while information is increasing at a rate of infinity squared.

I notice this in a concrete manner because the computer that was keeping track of every kind of soda in the world used to take up about a quarter of a room, but it now takes up an entire room, even though the rate of data storage has increased so drastically. And yet it can no longer hold the data on every soda, but only on the three or four most major flavors of Coke products, because we are learning ever greater details of the molecular and even atomic structure of the Coke products, so that even though we can store billions of times more information in much smaller spaces, we've run out of room.

Meanwhile, I can barely move as they keep waving their hands and creating more and more drives and memory modules to fill up the space, and I am truly frightened that any second they are going to create memory modules in the spot that I am standing, that will materialize inside of me, occupy the same space, and cause me to explode around them.

So I am fearing for my life, while at the same time complaining because we no longer have the information on Coke's Fanta flavors, while I am being squeezed into smaller and smaller spaces. They have to move some things and make a way for me to reach the door so they can throw me out and fill the space where I was with more memory. Very surreal. Especially since at the same time it isn't problems with Fanta soft drinks, but Fantasoft (the company that created Realmz, a fantasy game I used to play.)

So I find myself standing back outside the house again, and I have something in my teeth. It is like a bit of food or something, except instead it seems to be tiny bits of incredibly strong wire and wiring and plastic, that I am pulling out of my teeth, and it is incredibly annoying. Except it also seems to be a bit of a Kit Kat Bar which is somehow made of data chips and plastic, rather than candy, while I am looking at a small circular pattern on a computer screen that seems to be in almost psychedelic colors as it spins around. Very bizarre.

10-09-2013 -- [Lots of connections to other dreams in this one, long and detailed, but perhaps not as interesting as some others.] I find myself in a sort of a carnival ride area that is a live action sort of version of a cross between Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 and Tropico. The rides that I am interacting with can hold 6 people on one, and 8 on the other, and I can see the Tropico people-shaped 'slots' that they occupy (including the empty slots where there isn't a single rider to fill in).

The ride 'areas' are sort of circular / dome-like, and make me think of the round playground plots at Boisseranc Park, and it kind of feels like the earlier bits might be taking place there. I seem to be both trying to ride these carnival rides, and trying to ensure others ride them. But soon I find myself talking to BC, and the locale seems to be kind of shifting to somewhere in Kissimmee, and there are strong hints of a recent dream (about a week-and-a-half to two weeks ago) that I don't think I ever actually got written down or entered, where I ran into Chris V. who was helping me with something, and ended up going on a sort of river-like log ride without me because there were not enough seats.

Anyway, we are wandering around this area near downtown Kissimmee which is very close to where I'd interacted with Chris V., and we are discussing a meal that I really like that seems to be a cross between Ohana and something along the lines of Melting Pot, which I have also dreamed about in other dreams, frequently. To try and get either points or perhaps win money to allow me to pay for a meal, BC leads me to a very small 'ride' or game that only 'seats' one person, and is kind of along the lines of a sort of carnival game.

I find myself facing this very small booth with a kind of a panel (about the size of a math text book) that you push aside to reveal the insides of the booth. There is a sort of thin cardboard 'sheet' hanging here, like the thin cardboard backing on a note pad or something. It is kind of dangling there, surrounded by sensors, and you have to try and pull off the cardboard, and hopefully the 'tickets' attached to it will be drawn out, too. But if you trigger the sensor, the tickets will detach and remain in the machine, and the cardboard may even slip free of your hands, and be pulled entirely back into the machine, in which case you will have to wait for it to reset before you can try again.

The sensors include a motion sensor, and a 'sensor' which is kind of like the tension on a roll-up blind ... tug it the right way, and it will pull out. Tug it the wrong way and it will suddenly roll up and back in. And I really seem to suck at this, because about half the time I end up with just the piece of cardboard (in which case I have to try and feed it back in, like a bill in a bill slot, waiting for it to catch and be sucked back in) and the other half it just rolls back up. In either case, I need to wait several seconds for it to kind of reset before I can try again. I am winning no tickets, and it is getting more and more annoying.

Eventually things are kind of changing, and I find myself standing next to a big ship, with Steve K. (a friend from school) urging me to follow him onto it. The ship is an odd sort of a cross between a cruise ship and the Mark Twain. It only has three decks, and it isn't all that wide, but it is quite long.

Steve is dressed in a Disney costume that is mostly red and white with a hint of blue. It looks much like the costume I wore at Carnation Plaza Gardens, with just a hint of Frontierland to it. He is moving very fast, up and down stairways and across the decks, and I can't keep up with him. Soon he is out of sight, but as I run past servers and can-can girls, they are indicating he just ran past, so I know I am still on the right trail. Part of why I indicate this is a long ship is because it seems to stretch from downtown Kissimmee to Disneyland's Tomorrowland.

I step off the ship and find myself exiting through a Disney employee gate which is somehow in the middle of the Tomorrowland Concourse. (This is what it is called in the dream, I think it is also called this in real life, but it has been long enough that I am no longer sure.) It's the area where the tile murals used to be that were eventually moved to the Contemporary Hotel's Grand Canyon Concourse when they replaced Adventures Thru Inner Space with Star Tours. I step through to find myself staring across at a three or four tile square impact crater that seems to come directly from Roller Coaster Tycoon.

It is supposed to be the entrance to a ride or perhaps a show, but it doesn't seem nearly as impressive as it is supposed to be, and it may have been closed down permanently, which makes it really not as impressive as it otherwise might be. Since it isn't anything that special, I just find myself walking out of Tomorrowland, heading for the hub.

It is night time, and kind of dark, and as I approach the hub, and am trying to cross over to Coke Corner on Main Street, I find my way blocked by a parade. It is supposed to be a very grand night time parade, something like the Electrical Parade, but again, it isn't living up to it's reputation, and looks like something smaller and less impressive, like a new version of the basic 30 Years of Magic parade.

I am kind of hovering along, and I know I can fly, so I am considering just flying high into the air and crossing over the parade, but I know I often have problems while flying, and am afraid I will crash into something, and end up getting in trouble, so I convince myself it won't be long, and I will just wait for the parade to end. It isn't very special, and the crowds watching are rather thin as well. Eventually four people walk by carrying the rope that marks the end of the parade, and people start flooding across the street behind them, but as I try to do the same, a couple more people in costumes, old fashioned three wheel bikes, and a couple of small floats come rolling along. It seems they fell behind, and somehow the parade end did not wait for them, and they are now mad at me for being in their way.

I make it across to Coke Corner, just to find it is later than I thought, and Coke Corner is closed, the piano is locked up, and there is nobody here to play. In fact, almost the entire park is closed already, except the half of Main Street that is closest to the exit. There, the shops are still open. So I end up walking past a closed restaurant, kind of disappointed because I am still hungry, then I end up crossing back over to the other side of the street, as I get near the tobacco shop, magic shop, and the corner shop, which is selling plates and ceramics and the like.

I find a supervisor suddenly berating me and bothering me, saying I am not allowed to just tear down the decorations and steal them, and I have no idea what he is talking about, but then I glance at my hands and find I am holding one of the pole pennants, the kind they had for special events like State Fair or Circus Fantasy. It is really cheap, and made of cardboard, and I didn't even know I had it. It literally fell off the pole and into my hands, and I was kind of fiddling with it and twirling it around without even realizing I was holding it.

I explain this to the supervisor, and hand it over to him, but he doesn't believe me, and explains they are going to be keeping an eye on me. Unfortunately I can't seem to stop fiddling with things, and without meaning to, keep just grabbing things as I walk along and playing with them, getting more and more people upset with me.

Soon I have crossed to the other side of the square again as I walk past City Hall, and then under the train tracks, heading for the exit gate. I am making my way through, and now find myself fiddling with something that looks almost like a blue cookie, and try to apologize and hand it to the security guard as I pass through the gate, but he doesn't seem to want it, so I guess whatever it is, it isn't another part of the decorations that I have accidentally stolen.

As I exit the park into the parking lot, I head toward Harbor House, rather than toward the Disneyland Hotel. I find myself staring at a water park (closed) that is right in front of the train station, which I have also seen in a few other dreams, but since it is after midnight, I don't have any chance of visiting it.

I know that I did not actually drive to Disneyland (I took the boat to get here, remember?) but somehow I still think I will find a car of mine that I can drive home in, somewhere in the Bambi parking section. Of course, since I didn't drive it here, I have no idea where in the Bambi section it might be. I want to cross over into the parking lot itself, but there is a tram in the way, and a cast member is trying to tell me I can't get in the way of the tram.

But I am already floating, and snap something along the lines of bi***, please! I can fly right over that tram! I'm not trying to cuss, it's just kind of a figure of speech. Problem is, the parking lot has been filled with all kinds of stalls and shops and services as Disney tries desperately to suck every possible dollar from their customers, and it makes it more and more difficult to move through the parking lot and actually find one's car.

There is a hint of some kind of a brief scene with some 'wholesome' Disney tweener star who has gone off the deep end (ala Mandy Moore or Miley Cyrus) and is now rather slutty and Disney wants to distance themselves from her, but then I find myself wandering through a candy store in the parking lot. I am looking for Swiss Petite Fruit, but as usual, these days, nobody carries them, which disappoints me. I am still hunting for my car as I wake up.

Dream recall from today"s WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was playing some video game.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was at home and there were some anime characters and a small dragon, i almost realized the dream but got distracted.

Dream 3(fragment):

Flying above sea, seeing my wings.

I don't remember much from my dream last night. I know that my father was holding my mother and I captive in the trailer. I once asked him why, but I don't remember his answer (it might have been something like, "Because I love you"). At some point he texted me and explained to me that he would be drinking the following weekend and I asked him why, but he said because he always drinks on the weekends and the holidays. That wasn't what I meant. . . .

At some point I'm trying to escape from him.

Dream 1 : [COLOR="#800080"]I was home on the computer and then suddenly the door rings. My sister goes and check and dad is home. I'm kind of surprised because he just went back to work like few days ago and now he's coming back IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WEEK.(Might have got lucid from that but no) He seems drunk and he goes in the kitchen to sit and talk with mom. [/COLOR]

Dream 2 : [COLOR="#800080"]On a street from real life, I'm with a girl and a fat round boy. He's sitting on a bench and I chew gum while the girl is looking at both. I throw my gum on the ground and then I slip and I fall in that guy's hands and he's about to fall but I keep yelling for help from that girl because if he falls we couldn't get him up anymore. Then the dream skips in an AWESOME place I've never been to before. There are metal high-rise buildings and I'm with a girl that is kind of fat too and I keep telling her that we MUST get to the concert because I really want to watch it. She keeps telling me to shut up. I suddenly think about renting an apartment because the concert place was away from my home so.... She tells me it's a bad idea(which is actually) and we continue to walk. We get at the concert place and there I am with 2 girls from my class and 1 girl that I really don't know who she is. That girl tries to make us sick because we were on a high building and I'm the only one that doesn't get sick and I start to walk confident in front of her and blow her kisses (To annoy her) and stuff then she suddenly reminds me of the dream I had before and we pretty much start to laugh.[/COLOR]

Not sure if this was lucid or not, So I'll put it in plum color <.<

Dream 3 : [COLOR="#DDA0DD"]My bestfriend tells me that we should go to the sea. She suddenly gets a jet pack and flies away. I'm only left with a parachute so I get it and I fly to the sea. The sea color is bright blue , never saw such a nice sea color in my whole life.There was also really green and nice grass NEAR the sea. I lose control of the parachute and I almost land on the water but I somehow gain it back and I land on the grass(there were a lot of people who were excited and waiting for this tho :\ ) Some girls are being totally mean to me and try to push me in the water but I didn't fell so I told them to not push me in the water but I get revenge and I push the girl in the water then look at it thinking " What if she doesn't know how to swim" I then get distracted by someone who calls my name. There's a boy I don't know that wants to show me how he skates. I agree to go with him and he drives to an apartment building that seems haunted and abandoned. I follow him in the apartment building, He gets out his skate and starts doing skate things while I watch and clap. He suddenly disappears and I explore the building a bit more. It's dark in there. There are kids going up and down stairs like crazy. I explore more and when I look back at the stairs there's only one kid that goes down stairs .The dream suddenly changes to me being on KVIRC in a channel named #Cuutee and There's a boy in there named Meadow. The dream then changes back to the last dream. I get scared, I stop him and ask him if he knows how to get out of here and if there are any rats in here. He nods and tells me that there are rats in here indeed. He then grabs my hand and drags me to the outside of the building( I was really scared) I hug him and thanks him a lot. I then meet a girl with brown hair that wants me to go somewhere with her. I grab my umbrella and then go. While going the girl meets her mother and some friends and they start talking while I have trouble with my umbrella. It breaks and I get angry on it, I throw it on the ground and stomp on it and I break a lot of things that are near me. My bestfriend suddenly appears and tells me that we should go to the sea. I look at her kind of scared because I didn't wanted to go with her but with the other girl and I knew that If I wouldn't go there she will get mad at me and won't talk with me. I invite the other girl too and we go to the sea and that's pretty much all I remember from this dream. [/COLOR]

Dream 4: [COLOR="#800080"]I'm going at a mall with a fat girl and a boy. The girl eats a lot and says that she should get more clothes because she wants to. I tell her to stop eating because she really gets too fat . I then go in a shoes and accessories shop and I see a lot of shoes that I want to buy and then go look at accessories (I'm with mom and sister this time). I look at a lot of earrings and necklaces .[/COLOR]

I was in a church with my father. At some point the woman reading the second reading had some sort of emotional breakdown in the middle of it, and could not go on. Those who ran this church, (strangely led by a woman, even though my father is Roman Cathoilic in real life) the church leaders insisted that now the service needs to start all over again, not just the reading, but the entire service.

I do not know whether there was a transition from the woman's breakdown to my issue with my father, but at some point in the service, I said to my father that maybe it is time that I sat on my own in church, or maybe went to a different church than him. For the rest of e service we just sat apart.

I then went to the home I shared with a room mate (who is a stranger in waking life), and I told her, I would have to move away, and also get a new job or new research project, that I need to do things my way.

I think this may have been part of this dream, where I found I had some sort of health issue, I think some hair falling out, and I thought it may have had something to do with a research project I participated in with my former research advisor / boss who in this dream was a medical doctor. my roommate advised me to go see him, but at first I said his appointments are booked, I would never get to see him, but she insisted that since I used to work with him, he would see me without an appointment.

Fragments: I also had some dream fragments about family I think, and maybe others I forgot now, but may have recalled when I woke up.

I think my dream involved my crush and her boyfriend, but I can't remember anything else because my recall has been absolute shite as of late.

Originally Posted by NyxCC

I've got an idea you may want to incorporate in your scientific approach. To play with a different wbtb duration (and maybe timing) and see how that goes. For example, week 1 wbtb duration 10 mins, results: more/less awareness in dreams, more/less dreams, etc. week 2, wbtb duration 15 min, results. Obviously, you can structure this as you like.

WBTB really works like a charm. For good or bad, when I get too awake and have trouble falling asleep, I get a very high chance of ld. If you could make the wbtb at 4-6 o'clock it may not be too loud outside yet.

That sentence was the key. I thought about it…I’m not usually able to go quickly to sleep (particularly if I have something on my mind) So I welcomed going back to bed feeling still even slightly tired. What if I did trade off having to take longer to get to sleep against going to sleep with more awareness?

I set the alarm for 4.15 AM and refrained from “pantomiming” (i.e. falling asleep then dreaming, then waking up immediately after a dream ended.) Sure enough Ed took it as a hint not to disturb me before the alarm.

I stayed up for 1¼ hours and felt wide-awake when I went back to bed. Fortunately, I had nothing to brood about or plan but I still lay there for what seemed quite a while but, eventually I hit paydirt. My wakeup time from the LD was 7.10 AM and I don’t recall any other dream. I don’t even clearly recall the beginning of the LD...only the sudden triumphant realisation “this is a dream!”

There’s no mistaking the difference in awareness…I just knew. You switch from observing/reacting to thinking/planning. I think this was at a lower level of lucidity than the other two Ld’s…it remained cluttered and pretty “muddy” throughout and I still sometimes seemed to “jump” to another scene.

I blame myself. I suffer from what I call “blackberry bush syndrome” I always have. Whenever the family went gathering wild blackberries I was always charging off ahead…over the hills and far away…looking for the ultimate blackberry bush with loads of massive unpicked blackberries…and I’m like that in LD’s

I must RC for God’s sake!...for 2 reasons. To dispel that 0.01% of doubt that an insecure person like me carries, that I’m actually lucid at my age!...and just for the novelty of seeing my thumb go through the palm of my hand. Also I must pause, look slowly around and take in everything around me...maybe that will "up" the lucidity as well. The dream started to fall apart and I immediately began to spin…but I realised I wasn't doing it as well as before…”spin like a ballet dancer with outstretched arms” I instructed myself and I did (for longer this time) and the dream stabilised

I sensed that I was maybe in urban USA perhaps (but decidedly Bronx rather than Manhattan) I was swimming around in some kind of communal pool (very muddy water though) Then I saw a row of women and I thought “God! I hope my dreams aren’t full of women like the two in that other dream.”

Sure enough these all had very ugly features…their noses were terribly disfigured and I thought “No! This isn’t right!”…and the disfigurements disappeared as if by magic...was that my very first dream-control? I do hope I don’t become women-fixated. I’m a man and, even at my age, I like pretty women…but I’m not a predator and I’d much sooner by flying around the moon than indulging in sexual fantasies

The dream seemed to cut to me walking down a very cluttered and dreamlike corridor and suddenly I just woke up…no breaking-up of the dream…I just seemed to walk out of it. I immediately tried to get back in but, with no success...is it my inability to visualise? I felt trembly but this was more a Wow! Yes! trembly feeling rather than the after-effects of SP (maybe REM had simply ended) Of course, I tried to get back to sleep again but in vain…I was too excited and constantly drifted back to thinking about the LD and trying to analyse it.

I'm deliberately refraining from adding these dreams to my LD count...as a punishment to myself for not RC'ing and looking around more.

Conclusions – I’ve pulled the LD’s back by 2 hours…definitely trade-off sleepiness against awareness…probably try for 1½ hours WBTB next time…to see if that increases the lucidity…MUST REALITY CHECK AND LOOK CAREFULLY AROUND…work on ideas to help fall asleep easier (maybe a lobotomy)...Read-up on DEILD....I think I may be OK with dream control within the dream…and try and stay off thinking about women…mind on higher things please (I can’t absolutely promise though)…and LD#4 where art thou?...

Oh…and NyxCC?...Thank you…

I wasn't in the dream as a person I was watching it. There was this little girl alone with the teddy bear and she walked into the kitchen of this huge house and on the kitchen worktop I was a web cam and it was on and the screen it was connected to walls projecting some kind of image on the wall behind her. She then looked straight at the webcam and said something along the lines of 'Come home daddy'. I realized the image on the wall was of an empty living room.

Moving on through the dream I see her mother emptying the washing machine. Suddenly the door slammed behind her and the same happened to her daughter. I woke up sweating even though nothing that scary had actually happened. Looks like my brain is getting ready for Halloween

08.10.2013

Left behind in a country-wide tour (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was traveling with a group of people through different cities around the States and we would stay one night at a hotel and enjoy the dinner there.

One night, a friend was left for some reason. I wondered how he would do to catch up with all of us because we were in some sort of all expenses covered tour.

Another night passed and I had to visit the restroom. When I left the restroom I noticed all my friends left me behind as well. I was wondering why did they and figured I needed to stay at the hotel paying it on my own and figure out something next day (it was late night)

I went to sleep and woke up the next morning. I was in a totally different room and even hotel.

I realized anything made sense so I turned lucid. My level of lucidity was very low, I was barely aware I was dreaming, so i jumped off the window and started to fly.

I saw a nice lake so I decided to jump in and explroe the underwater, but the clock woke me up

It had just finished storming outside, and Cory and I took the car to go pick up some supplies. The whole area was flooded in front of our driveway, which was stretched out about two or three acres over our front yard. He couldn't get to the road from the driveway, so I told him to back up into the yard and just drive to the road from the grass. He was being kind of reckless and wasn't really watching where he was going, and I told him to back up slowly so he doesn't fall into any deep puddles. As soon as I said that, he backed right up into a huge puddle, and the back of the car sank immediately into it. The water flooded into the car and came up to my waist, ruining my phone that I had sitting next to me. Instead of freaking out, we were just really calm about it, and he was able to drive the car forward out of the puddle. I was pissed that he didn't pay attention and made him get in the passenger seat so I could drive instead. I remember just sitting there in the driver's seat wondering how I could get my phone working again, and I thought about putting it in a bag filled with silica packets.

I received a new BJD in the mail and was super excited about it. It wasn't one of the 60cm ones like my Delf, but one of the ones about the size of Barbie dolls... I can't remember what they're called at the moment. It was a female doll with blue skin, but some of the darker blues painted on her face weren't blended properly and it looked odd, but I really liked her anyway. I wondered what she would wear since the only clothes I had were for Ian, and they were 60cm clothes, so I went online and someone told me that my specific model could fit into Monster High / Bratz outfits, so I got all giddy and bought her some cute outfits at Toys R Us. Her skull cap was kind of weird, too. The front part had to be tucked in under itself or it didn't fit properly, and it kept slipping off to one side so I had to keep readjusting her head. Basically, it was a dream where I did nothing but geek out over a doll.

I was stuck in prison for something I didn't do, and I was assigned to stamp license plates with a few other prisoners. The plate-making procedure was kind of odd; we would hammer out lettering, dip the letters in black paint, and then hang them on a clothesline in front of our cells to dry. After they dried, we would attach them to the actual plates. One of the other prisoners told me they were planning to escape by making a license plate with fake numbers, attaching it to one of the prison's unmarked cars, and then driving out with it. She said since they wouldn't be able to run the license plate, they wouldn't know the car was stolen. I agreed to join them, and we put the fake plate on and drove away, but one of our cellmates snitched on us and soon we had dozens of police cars after us. The girl I had escaped with told me she knew a magic spell that would shield us from the sight of the police, so we got out of the car and stood on top of it, and she cast the spell. Unfortunately, the spell backfired and turned us both into Dinobots from the Transformers, except we couldn't move. I was the T-Rex and she was some sort of dino-bird. We stood there on the car top, with policemen surrounding us but too afraid to come near us. Suddenly, my mom popped in out of nowhere, snapped her fingers, and we were all in a big cozy den that was surrounded by bookshelves and had a fireplace going. Mom told me that I could transform myself and the girl back to human, because she was secretly a witch meaning that I also had witch-y powers in my blood. I remember being shocked, because I always took her for being Catholic, but I concentrated really hard and both of us morphed back to human form.

Before I get to the lucid dream, here are some others I had from last night as well...

#1. I was dreaming I was playing for a professional basketball team. We then did this weird coin toss to determine which basket each team was to shoot in. I can remember the other team forgetting we were supposed to use the side baskets, leading to me being able to surprise them and drive down for a full court layup!

#2. mumble grumble... something about a sports stadium I can't understand over my voice recording from 4AM this morning

#3. I had a false awakening that I had woken up and turned off my .mp3 player. Then I actually woke up, recorded my dreams, and shut it off

Lucid: There was a bad dude in the gym where I was working out. I overheard that he had plans to murder someone! hnoez: I then returned home with the uneasy feeling he wouldn't be far behind. I decided the best course of action would be to grab my Benelli Super Black Eagle II (that is a hunting shotgun for those of you out there wondering) However, before I could get to the basement to grab it, the guy showed up! Yikes! However, I guess my fear caused me to become lucid, as at this moment I realized I was in the dream. My fear also had the nasty effect however of making me focus soley on the present situation... totally forgetting I could just change the scene if I wish... -_-

Anyways... I then just wished myself that my shotgun was there and lo and behold, it appeared right in front of me, all zipped nicely in its case. I removed the gun, then wished that I had some shells and poof! A couple rounds of ammo appeared in my hand. I then loaded my gun and moved in on the bad guy. I got the drop on him and told him to stay right there till the cops arrived. They then showed up and I can remember them handcuffing the bad guy and hauling him off to jail. However, by this point I had lost my lucidity and I can't remember really doing anything cool. :/

One long post for the dreams from Italy, except for the Rescue dream.

Pills, Saja, Drawings August 27th, 2013

In the first part, someone hands me a bag of capsule pills, all different colors, meant for different things. He says it sounds like

I could use an extra source of income. I reluctantly accept the bag and worry about getting caught with a stash of drugs. He tells me that it is okay if I decide I don't want to sell but if I do, I know where to find him. I can't believe that I have gotten myself into this situation. Surely I will be caught. Anyone who as met me would never believe it. I hug the bag to my chest, casting about for a good hiding spot. The house here is a strange combination of two of my childhood homes. I live here with a group of people, some of them are people from Dream Views, but no one with a name I recognize. I wonder where I would even go to sell drugs. Night clubs? Teenager parties? Could I really sell drugs to children?

Finally i decide to stash the bag underneath the mattress of the twin beds in the long room, it sits on a hollow box

frame, I'm pretty sure no one will look in there. I don't remember actually hiding the bag, it is just suddenly in the past. There are two young me in the house that are never taken seriously and are often pranked. One looks a little like a young Wil Wheaton. They tell him that he will be included in their experiment but then an alarm clock goes off after they feed him some drugs, jarring him awake.

"Very funny, guys." He says. Everyone laughs.
The...other young man is overweight, stocky, with thick black rimmed glasses and corkscrew curls. When I walk past him

he sings in a deep, booming voice. I wonder if he wants me to sing with him but he unsettles me with his undue focus. He won't stop staring at me! I pass into another part of the house. Here it is open to the sky, there's a box with k-cups. I start to stack them but soon realize they are all used and set them down in a black plastic tray.
"IS that trash?" Someone asks me. I say that it is.
I contemplate selling drugs. The extra money would make a lot of things easier. Maybe I'll give it a shot. I vaguely wander into the long room where they are pranking Wil. This room reminds me of both my sister's room at the end of the hall in the MA house, and the living room from the white OK house.
Someone already knows about the drugs...I then contemplate testing them, at least then if they kill me I'll only be responsible for my own death. One of the pills, the red, are supposed to give you lucid dreams. A blonde girl in a racer-back tanktop heavily suggests wanting to get her hands on a sample. I only worry about telling her she would have to pay for it, and hope I don't have to explain that just because we know each other it's on the house.
"Both of us being dreams, we could help each other out." She says and I tell her I'll keep it in mind.

It is night when I leave the house to get something from the house across the way *where the overweight creep lived before he decided to encroach on my living space) there is a white fox/wolf creature. I'm afraid someone will hurt her and call to her like she is my pet, and somehow knowing she belongs to someone will deter others from harming her. I call her "Saja" and as she runs toward me, I see that she even has green eyes. I call 'Saja' again when she is startled and stops in front of a moving car. I am happy to see her bound away unscathed.

I walk into the other house. Those who vacated the residence have left it very unclean and when I go in the open front door I hear the loud buzzing of many flies. They also left the lights on. I vaguely remember coming here and talking to someone in the back bedroom. I had left a notebook on the counter, there are several pictures I have drawn of Liam & Saja. Piled atop them are drawings done by the creepy bespectacled man. The first few could be any woman, drawn sort of cartoony with green eyes and dark water-colored hair.
The next ones are obviously me, faces I must have made in passing when I met him here before. The second one even has me wearing my amber ring, pushing the hair back from my face. It bothers me. Wonderful, I have a stalker!
I return to the other house having found what I wanted. I figure I could be dangerous no matter what I decide to do about the stalker. If I ignore him he may get...violently offended. If I say anything remotely kind he may be encouraged and think it's an invitation.

Blue Dog Early dream 08/28/2013
I don't feel like typing this again. Stupid fragment about a dog that is spray-painted blue.

Shadow Heart Late Dream 08/28/2013

I leave the MA house at night, there is a hill even with a thick leafy tree branch. I end up on the limb. I see lights out of the corner of my eye, they are frightening and disappear when I turn my head to look. I see them flicker again and this time I stare at the trunk of the tree until the lights reappear. Two men about my age climb out to me, they vocalize reassurances they mean me no harm until I finally recognize them. One is wearing a white t-shirt with some sort of blocky cartoon face drawn on it. He looks a tad like Day 9. They tell me that they finally finished the horror movie but almost didn't make it on account of how scary it was. I give him a comforting hug, he pats my arm distractedly.
Then I am watching a movie about Buffy. She's standing outside a castle on a rocky slope with the ruins of walls jutting raggedly from the muddy ground. She is either warning somebody or has just rescued them when a shadow appears on the ground. It is a massive wolf's head like a werewolf wearing a floor-length cloak. He has appeared to taunt her. He knows that she cannot resist retaliation, even the his presence is too threatening to weather in silence. He feels calculating but wild, chaotic. He does things as they please him and often because they cause great harm to the insignificant people around him. This is the Shadow Heart.
He taunts Buffy with her inability to harm him but says that he will stop hurting people if she will just stop annoying him.
She, of course, refuses.
He reappears beside the castle wall where a woman wearing a white dress with a blue floral print is walking. I know, though she doesn't look it, that she is pregnant. He waits by the gate, gathered beneath a grassy knoll. He feels maliciously gleeful. With a gesture the woman stumbles and then falls down, her face creased with pain and bewilderment. I can see blood on her thighs. He has murdered her baby. She begins to wail between gasps. Buffy runs at the Shadow Heart, yelling for him to stop, to leave her alone. I know that if she had not done so, the Shadow Heart would have just left since he had already proven his power.
Instead, he begins to move his hands like his crumpling a sheet of paper. The woman looks suddenly poleaxed, stunned, and folds over backward. I hear her spine snap. He gestures again and her head splits open from chin to hairline. Then he disappears, laughing. If only Buffy had done nothing then the woman would still be alive.

I remember feeling, overall that he knew how she would react and that she couldn't help herself. She couldn't just stand there and watch, so she charged at him, part of her knew she could not intimidate him, but she went on with it anyway.

The Four Very Late/Very Early Dream 08/28/2013
((For the entirety of this one I was trying desperately to become lucid but I didn't think to wake myself up, and all my actions against the Four were ineffectual. I remember trying to will weapons into existence when I had none, I could feel them in my hands though none appeared. ))

I am in my house and when I walk into the kitchen from the living room I see, instead of the countertop and appliances, two large people. Each holding a wisp-thin and frail bald man draped across the cabinets. The spidery men are unsettling and they stare at me with hungry eyes, clenching then relaxing their hands. A person standing beside the table speaks to me.
"what about them?" I ask.
"Oh, don't worry about them." The person replies.
Still, I wonder. I turn my eyes away but I can still feel them looking at me. Three people appear quickly, a Mexican man wearing a blue mechanic's coverall, with a short 3 letter name, two other men (one in a white t-shirt, the other is tall and wide). I don't like the look of them. It's how they have their heads lowered, fixing menacing eyes on me. I run for my room, one of them grabs me at me and I stumble, when I crawl to the threshold of my room there is a paper-white girl with straight white hair, wearing a white shift and Joker make-up staring down at me. She opens her mouth impossibly wide...

...I am in the living room. I don't bother entering the kitchen and run straight for my room. There are knives hanging on the wall. I gather as many as I can, they are mostly throwing knives. The mechanic appears behind me. I am unprepared, my arms full of knives. He grins. He casually steals two knives from me as I am lifting one and throwing it. The first misses, the second sticks in his shoulder and bothers him little. He draws the knife and stabs at me...

...I am standing at my closed and locked bedroom door. It is a faded green. Sick with anticipation, I wait for the thing I can hear scratching on the other side...

...I am running for my door when something grabs at my ankles. I trip and the creature is all over me. I don't even want to think about how the tall and broad man is contorted, his arms are hooked up over my shoulders but he sinks his teeth into the small of my back. I arch away from him in sudden and blinding agony, screaming.
Somehow I crawl away and kick him hard in the chest before scrambling into my room and slamming the door. He throws his arms against it and the door shudders and then begins to splinter...

...I am in the kitchen. I know I have a little time before they find me again. I pull two large carving knives from the block and as I make for the hall I see the creepy mechanic staring at me. I rush for my room and close the door. Just when I think that this time will be different, I realize there is no lock on the knob. I stand to one side of the door and prepare to strike. The Mechanic throws the door open and I stab/slash at him, drawing a jagged cut across his raised forearm. It's hard to describe what happens here. I keep slicing at him, screaming as I do it, even when he throws me to the floor. His skin is a dark, mottled purple and the blood that wells up is red-black. He grins at me while I reduce him to ribbons...

...I run to my room and instead of grabbing weapons, I climb out the window. My legs feel heavy, I know that the Four are behind me and I don't have much time. I intend to run to the cliff and fly away. The rocks here are a bright burnt orange. It doesn't look fake and I admire the uniqueness of the stones even as I stumble/crawl over their uneven face. I feel a hand close around my ankle. I am just reaching the cliff which overlooks a city when I am dragged backward. I struggle and we roll underneath the outcropping. Below are women gathered in a circle around a blonde woman who is on her knees.
"Why do you run?" She asks me.
"Shouldn't I?"
"Do you know who we are?"
"...you are the---" I don't finish before she responds.
"Yeeeesss...the santamoori septividae ill." She throws her head back and her arms wide.

Puzzle Pun 08/29/2013 Nap Dream
I'm in a sort of waiting area for a place where they settle luggage disputes. Across from me is someone who reminds me of Sendhil Ramamurthy.
"Unbelievable!" He mutters, exasperated, "The scholar I'm traveling with won't allow me to remove a 2lb item from his 500lb bag, says it will unbalance the tablets he has wrapped in there. REALLY?"
I smile a little, it isn't really funny.
"What are you doing here?" He asks me.
"I have to find the correct way to stack these blocks or they won't allow me to take them." I reply, setting a long thin rectangle of marble atop a cube of similar blocks.
"It looks like a puzzle." He says.
"Yes, I suppose."
"Quite a situation we've found ourselves in..."
"Is it a puzzling situation?" I ask, smiling a little, then feel like I should apologize for my humor. "Sorry. I do love puns."
I shoot a glance in his direction to make sure we're still friendly and find that he's smiling too.

Lonnie Night Dream 08/29/2013
I don't remember the first part very well. It was pretty tame, about walking around Italy. I come home from Italy and there are people gathered in my house. A girl from work ZR and two DCs are trying to sing a song and keep messing up. They laugh at each mistake.
"Come on, get it together!" One of the girls laughs. A blonde, blue-eyed young man with high cheekbones and a square jaw sits down playfully forcing one of the girls from the group.
"Let me try." He says.
So they sing together. How they sing with the man makes the song sound completely different and when I try to join them in the familiar song, I find I don't remember the words.. I see ZR later and notice that she has lost a lot of weight. When I compliment her she smiles and says that she has been crashing at my place because I have exercise equipment. I am a little jealous of her improved figure.
I walk in on a group counseling session in the back bedroom. One of the women says that she wore her underwear into the delivery room. I laugh and she gives me a weird look.
"What did you say? I must have heard you funny."
"I said: Join the club of women who wore underwear into the delivery room."
"Oh. Right."
Gary from work walks up and says something about how fathers need to be prepared from the moment they see the positive pregnancy test. o.O

There is a lapse. ((There is nothing from WL in this next part, I am entirely a new character)) I am sleeping in the bigger bedroom with Connor, my little brother. Usually he sleeps in the same room as Suzie but tonight he is afraid. I take the cot beside the bed and allow him to have the big bed. I am worried. I haven't seen father since I've returned from my trip. He gained custody of us while I was gone. He was probably off traveling for work.
I have an absent knowledge of my family, that is separate from my character's knowledge. I know that since we came to stay with him he has become steadily more obsessed with my sister and has started to come unhinged.
I wake late in the night. Connor isn't in bed anymore. There is a disturbing stillness to the house. Father wanders into the room, he drops a towel on the bed. He glances in my direction and his expression scares me. Very slowly, I reach over and try to turn on the lights. The switch, of course, does nothing. I slide out of bed and see what he left behind. It is a white towel with dark stains all over it. I pick up the towel and walk into the living room where I find father sitting on the floor. He is tall, lanky, with tanned skin and greying hair. He babbles something at me which I don't understand, about how he was supposed to be with Suzie forever. I see cartoon versions of them sitting side by side, telling me a story of how things were supposed to be.
"What did you do?" Where's Suzie?" I speak in a whisper.
"In her room, where she should be." He replies.
I hope she is alright but somehow I know that she isn't. I walk to her bedroom and peek inside. Her bed is a tangle of blankets and a huge bloody mess of bits. Terror wells up in me but the scream sticks firmly in the back of my throat. I can't, can't.
I pull out my phone and dial 911 but when they answer, I am on hold. I wait, trying to find the words for what I've seen. When they finally pick up I can't speak, I know it wouldn't take much to get them here. Two words. Just two words. They prompt me to speak, ask if I am alright, but all I can manage is a strangled whisper "help". I'm afraid that won't be enough so I hang up and call back. I drop the towel on the floor and clutch my phone, crying. My baby sister!
I make a round of the room. When I pass by the front door I see that morning has come, and that two men are approaching the house, so I throw the door open and run outside. They are a pair of state troopers, one of them looks like Bob Saget...both of them have pretty fantastic costumes on.
Bob comes to meet me, asking if everything is alright. I raise my hands to wipe at my face, but they are bloody from the towel.
"My sister is dead." I sob.
"Can you tell me your name?" He asks.
I'm standing just to the left of the door, leaning on the wall. "ZR." I reply but the answer confuses me. I know that isn't right. What's my name? "No...I--" My confusion in combination with the blood on my hands concerns him. I know they think I killed her. "Just come inside...you'll understand when you see my father."
I remember how he looked when I came out of Suzie's room. The defensive wounds on his face and arms. Suzie put up a hell of a fight while he killed her.

I'm sitting at the end of a high school cafeteria table. Two friends sit in front of me and on either side of the table. They include me in the conversation even though I am silent much of the time. I don't really hear anything they say to me. I lift my head and stare at one of my friends who smiles at me.
"What's my name again?" I ask.
"Lonnie, sweetheart."
Then I cover my face with my hands and cry softly, pain wrenching in my chest, with the memory of my name I recall that my sister is dead.
"You're finding it easier to cry." One of them comments kindly.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #153: Foiled Creativity

I'm riding with my family in a car and we pull up near a curb in a shady-looking part of town. When the car stops, my two young children "E" and "R" leap out of the car and bound away toward a group of maybe half a dozen grimy-looking people that are huddled near a wall. I run after the boys and when I catch up to them, I see that the grimy-looking people are muttering angrily and trying to hide some kind of drugs they're using.

I hustle the kids away back to the car and Wife gets out to join us. "We can't just let the boys go running off over here!" I tell her. "Those people over there are using drugs." I look into the car and see Jesse Pinkman (from Breaking Bad) sitting in the front passenger seat. "Pinkman!" I say. "What's that they're using? Is that meth?" He slinks down in his seat and doesn't respond.

Wife and the boys move off together into a nearby building. When I follow, I catch sight of them taking a right into a bathroom, but when I enter they're nowhere to be found. I consider that I might be dreaming, nose pinch, and become lucid.

The scene gets shaky and I move into the void. I rub my hands together, keep walking forward, and mutter reminders to myself that I'm having a lucid dream. After perhaps 20 seconds of this, I get a vague image of a dark-haired woman in her late 30s trying to speak to me. I kiss her, partly to draw myself into the scene and partly because it seems like a fun thing to do. After a few moments of this, she pulls away sort of gestures at the room. I see that I've stepped into a big living room with a high ceiling and hardwood floors.

There's a couch nearby with a gold-stringed violin lying on it. I look at it closely and run my fingers over the strings, trying to make the scene as vivid as possible. Vividness goes up sharply and the strings jangle pleasantly beneath my fingers. I try playing a few open-string notes pizzicato and the dark-haired woman silently observes, looking a little amused. The music sounds nice, but after a few attempts the notes grow soft, almost too soft to hear. I look down at the golden strings and see that they've all broken and hang limply downward. They still look beautiful, though.

To my left there's a projector showing a huge image of a computer desktop. My friend "Conan" is standing nearby, working on a computer, and characters fill the screen as he types. I think that this will be a good opportunity to engage my creativity. "Hey [Conan]! Let's work together to make some kind of game on this computer."

He goes into a long speech about how he got screwed over in his most recent business dealings. Now he never enters into any business arrangement unless everthing is in writing. "No, you don't get it," I tell him. "This is all a dream. Let's just make a game or something." But he's steadfast, telling me again how "careful" he has to be. I'm disappointed, but I let it go.

Now I think about the Colosseum. I announce to the room that I'm going to the Colosseum and I see that the dark-haired woman is observing from a few feet away, saying something encouraging. There's another woman watching from a different part of the room, mid-20s, light brown hair. I think she's someone familiar but I'm not sure of her identity.

I'm determined to change this room into the Colosseum. Oddly, I notice that there's some kind of turban on my head and a something like a long, red satin blanket spills out from the turban over the right side of my head. I find this all super weird but I use it to block out my vision of the rest of the room so that I can change it. I turn slowly around, trying to switch the room into the Colosseum but I can't stop seeing that hardwood flooring. I'm feeling a little stuck so I head outside through a door in the wall, emerging in a grassy field. The elegant house I just walked out of now looks like a temporary building. As I'm deciding what to do next, the dream ends.