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I had a very long lucid dream. It was one of those dreams when you wake up you're not sure you can remember everything you did. But I'll try.

First memory. I was in a basement family room. I remembered I wanted to do the lucid task where you were to walk on the walls and ceiling. I tired to walk up the wall. I was surprised that I was having trouble. I had pictured doing it and it seemed like such a simple task. Finally I just used the heels on my shoes and dug them into cracks and walked up the wall that way.

Later my dad was in the room. I wanted to show him that I could hover on the ceiling. I floated up and landed on the ceiling and called to him so I could show him.

Later I was on what looked like my back deck, only it was higher and the surrounding area looked like California. I knew I could fly, but I was reluctant since the ground seemed so far below. But I bravely jumped into the abyss and luckily started to hover...then fly. I flew down to a group of people where I saw Jeanene L. I said Hi as I flew by.

At one point I came to a trailer park. A guy was coming out of a trailer. His mom was yelling at him. The guy was in his 20s and looked like Prince Harry. I flew to him and asked if he wanted to get away and fly with me. He reached out his arm and I took his hand and he immediately arose and started to fly with me. I knew he was happy to be with me.

I seem to remember waking at this point. I forced myself back into the dream and I ended up on my deck again. I did the same thing. Again I found a guy to fly with. This guy was about 20 and had medium length brown hair. I don't remember much about this part.

If I remember correctly I had another FA that sent me back to my deck. I flew off once again. I remember reaching out and running my hand through the leaves of a mulberry tree as I flew.

I have a brief memory of my aunt.

I then saw a group of people. I decided I needed to find a guy to kiss. It took a while to finally find a guy that looked right. This guy was about 20 and had dark brown curls and a nice face with full-ish lips. I started to kiss him and he kissed me back. It was a nice slow kiss. I think I also flew with him.

Two nights ago, I had this very long dream about running away from vampires who were also zombies. It was... confusing haha

Last night, I had lots of dreams, but I can't remember them very well. I know there were vampires, I remember my cousin being there. Hmmm... and I woke up with "Sweet Child O' Mine" in the tune of Silvelchair's "Miss You Love". Go figure.

I'm not exactly sure where to start.

Tortured Ghosts

I have a thin thread of lucidity during this part, otherwise it would have been terrifying. There's something happening with the earthbound spirits, they cluster around a traveling man. They can't help it, they want to be near him and they don't at once. They don't because they relive the accidents that killed them. I become each of them in turn, a blond woman turns her hand over again and again, each time she twists her wrist the hand disappears and becomes a stub, then returns.
Another woman, a red head who looks a little like Kate Winslet relives the moment when she found out she had died. She stands over a tub, now empty of water, but full of her corpse. Her face is missing, like her head was cut away in jagged layers from nose to ear. Since I am her (and I am not) I wait for the terror to hit me at finding my own body, but my subconscious is just lucid enough that I tell myself to close my eyes and take a deep breath. That it isn't real. The scream I waited for never comes.
I'm in a living room at dusk, shadows are slowly leaching the light from the room. A blonde ghost sits on the couch, another is crouched behind me beside the door.
They say these words in unison "He has another passenger, no others can ride.", then go stiff and dead eyed and move no longer.

Liam, Saja. Kvothe, Batman, Sylar/Silas
While I am glad Liam has made another appearance, this dream was really strange. It tried so -hard- to have a storyline. Here's what I remember:

I am in an odd combination of Walmart and Lowe's, a crazy woman keeps sending me and my friend to fetch her things from other parts of the store but she doesn't give us details, she

just says "Get me something with a hook on it." like it is a scavenger hunt. So we do, we run to Electrical. My friend is wearing knee high brown suede boots, black tights, a jean skirt and tank top. She is several inches taller than me, with long brown hair and brown eyes.

"Okay, she said something that glows like a firefly, something with a hook on it, and a reflective surface." My friend says as we rush down one of the aisles. "Remember that

there are cameras everywhere, don't put anything in your pockets."
Instead of thinking that is ludicrous, it makes complete sense and I thank her for reminding me. We head down one of the aisles, it's all open and has no racking but the products are stacked like they would be on shelves, in big organized piles. She grabs a lamp and tucks it under her arm, waving at one of the cameras. There's an endcap with hand mirrors, I grab one. We head back to the main aisle which now opens up into a mall-like area.

"I'll go get the hooks." My friend says. The crazy woman runs back up to me, she has long greying blond hair pulled back into a

thick ponytail and bangs that run straight across the top of her wire glasses. She's wearing a white shirt and a pink jacket.

"What the hell is that?" She demands, pointing at the lamp and the mirror.
"The things you asked for..."

"No no NO." She shouts something about wanting all of those things in one object then turns and runs away as a man comes

to stand beside me. When she gets about 20ft away she starts skipping.
We stare after her with identical expressions of amused dismay.

"Remind me why we're fetching her things?" I say to him.
"What else would we do. Where's Kara?"
"She went to get the hooks....which I see you already have. Not that it matters." I reply, gesturing to the white boxes cradled

against his chest. I finally look up at him and my heart turns over. He's wearing a white suit with a black shirt. It is Liam. Same crooked, infectious smile, red hair falling into his eyes which are a familiar vibrant blue. I see myself from the side and see that I am Saja, my hair now long and curling to my waist, wearing a dress with a thin belt and cropped sweater. I want an excuse to touch him, because we are not quite who we feel like we are, we are still playing characters. I reach up to take the white box from him, when my hand gets close he takes my fingers into the hand that's pressed tight to his chest. He smiles at me.
Kara comes to join us and he releases my hand.

"I got the hooks!" She exclaims, then sees the box he carries and lets out a disappointed "aaaw.."

I start to explain that the crazy woman is asking for something different, when she reappears and looks over our gathered objects. She sighs loudly.

"Fine fine, I guess it will have to do. We're out of time. Follow me."

((Now it gets really confusing)) We follow her down the corridor, part of me understands what is happening. That we are in her thrall and we are wanted for a spell of some kind. I understand why she would want me but not Liam. He shouldn't even be here. I glance over at him and he's wearing a dazed, troubled expression which mirrors my own.

Then I am Liam, glancing over at Saja and thinking that I understand why they would want her, but not me. I shouldn't even be

here. We walk down a dark narrow hallway, the others are further ahead of me, so that when I finally reach the door at the end they are already inside. The door stands open and there is so little light that I can't see anything of the layout. I step inside though, because Saja is in there. It's not her fault they used her to lead me here. I can feel the spell pressing down on my consciousness, making independent thought heavy, like walking through mud. A portly man dressed as an 1800's gentleman complete with a monicle and handlebar mustache emerges from a deeply shadowed corner. The women each carry a large bell jar with a lit candle inside.
I follow the man with my eyes, frowning fiercely.

"I am sure you're wondering why you're here."

I think something sarcastic in his direction and he chuckles at me.

The women take a step closer, revealing a twin bed with a two woven blankets on top of it, a green and a dull burgundy.

I know I'm supposed to lay down and find myself climbing onto the bed as a child would, on my hands and knees. I resist the pull and the world tilts. I see the cuff of my jacket, and see my hands as Saja would see them.

"Here, let me help." The man pulls back the blankets, then shuffles to the shuttered window at the side of the bed and opens i

t letting in bright daylight. Something in me eases, I can't tell if it is my resistance, or the thrall.

"You are here because of your singular nature, who you used to be. Who you are now." He says and instructs me to lay down.

I comply, my eyes sliding over the dull-eyed Saja who still stands at the foot of the bed, holding a jar.

The world suddenly feels compact, compressed, the pressure of the wind as it rushes through the open window and the

weathered wood of the walls withering away (alliteration!! Sorry, I couldn't help myself). Then we are flying. All of us, the two thralled girls off to the side, the old crazy woman, the portly gentleman and myself. There are numerous strings dangling around us attached to all different manner of coins. We rise into the sky. His reason doesn't really explain why I am here, but I understand anyway. I hold the name of the wind (this is where Kvothe comes in) inside me, and the wind will not harm me, or those with me. It's why we can defy gravity and why the strong gales outside the border of coins does not sweep in on us. I take a deep breath and speak the name of the wind, it rushes from my mouth and the man commands me to stop. I don't listen.

Now it gets even weirder.
Something about Liam becoming Batman and Saja being Catwoman. I try to get a better angle as he leans down threaten her but kisses her instead.

I am outside, flying. I see a long bridge connecting a fortress to the city and a moat. I fly down because I see a small figure

crouched on a rock jutting from the water. It is supposed to be Saja...and in a way, it looks like her, I guess. I drop down in front of her. She's wearing an elaborately layered red gown, each layered part of the skirt fringed in black lace, she's wearing half of a plague mask and a red wig with black fringe, that matches her dress. She's completely soaked and frozen like a statue. I can tell she's breathing though. I reach over and remove her mask. Water drips down her deathly pale face and her eyes are silver. Her face isn't how I recall it from other dreams, more narrow and plain. I notice she's holding an axe in one hand, like she's waiting for the go to attack the enemy. I can see her black hair underneath the wig. Huh.

Then I am in the bedroom from before. Liam is sitting on the end of the bed with a thin knife in his hand. He is clutching the handle

and I know he is resisting his past life as a serial killer. (?! I shouldn't take this too seriously...considering he was batman 10 minutes ago.) Another face flickers over his own, black eyes, black hair slicked back, wearing a big loose navy blue t-shirt.

"Don't be who you were...be who you are."

I insist, Liam is having trouble fighting it and his face keeps flickering from the dark eyed man to the one I know.
This is also confusing because I am the silver-eyed girl from before. I'm wearing a black tanktop and dark gray pants. I have no idea who this is supposed to be. I feel like Saja but I don't really look like her.

The gentleman from before appears, telling me that he's fighting his nature for my benefit. That if we hadn't interfered, Silas

would have emerged and started killing again. He calls me Julie.((I have only ever been called my WL name a handful of times. So this is pretty strange.))
I rush across the room from where I crouched next to the bed where Liam is sitting.

"Stop calling me that, my name is SAJA." I yell at him. I must look pretty disconcerting because he backs away with his

hands before him in a placating gesture.

"Alright, alright. You're Saja. Let us help him."
"NO. Only I can help him."

**My first DJ entry with tags & categories**

10/16* My family, at least my wife &I in the beginning, are spending time with my mother in law and my now deceased father in law. It felt like we were spending most of the day with them but I don't recall any specifics so perhaps my mind filling in that part or that thought like a false memory. Anyway we are in the kitchen area mostly is like the house on M. My father in law is sitting in a recliner and I stop and think wait a minute why are you here you passed on at least in my head I said this not sure if I did out loud. I do my float reality check (semi-lucid>>and I don't seem to float (much like when I do the reality check in waking life of course.) I then tried the finger through the palm and it does not pass through the palm. This weakens my lucidity but I move forward in a way that still recognizes that he is passed on because I ask him if I can give him a hug he gets up and I give him a hug and he hugs me back warmly. I then tell my wife to give him a hug too and she doesn't seem to understand why but she goes along with it and I say or think something like this is something you will or would have wanted to do. I decide to reality check once more the nose plug. I can breathe!!! I do it two more times each time making sure I'm really pinching my nose and each time I can breathe! My father in law is so realistic, in the warm embrace, warm to the touch also, and in the way that he looks. This time he looks much closer to the way he looked before he passed on. The only difference is tlhe looked a little bit healthier and not sluggish. Although the experience before confirming for sure that I was dreaming was very touching and emotional as soon as I realized I was definitely dreaming I got overly excited as usual I still need to work on that. I told my son look I can fly and flew up out of the house and back down as if the roof was in there or wasn't a hindrance more like it wasn't there as I did not have to phase through the roof or anything remember looking up at the open sky . At first I had tried to float like I do in my float RC but it did not work at first so I went for the full fly and that worked. I get a phone call and it is an automated message something about by now you've received your new phone some users have reported trouble with voice quality and a number of OBEs!! Odd!! Forgetting some details here and I think that this LD is going longer than the recent ones. I see a woman in the kitchen that I did not see before dark hair 30's wearing a button up blouse that was somewhat silky feeling. She's attractive so I go up to her and start to caress her and she shakes a little bit side to side like she's not sure she wants to be held but then I say you like this in kind of a Jedi mind trick way and then she is totally into it. I start to unbutton her blouse and then I tell her to unbutton it the rest of the way and she continues unbuttoning her blouse as I reach for her pants unbutton and unzip them and slide them down. At this point she has her blouse off and is removing her bra as I put her up on the island in the kitchen . We begin to have intercourse and the dream starts to fade. I attempt to go back into the dream imagining the motion of the intercourse we were just having but I realize I'm too awake and exhilarated by the emotional dream with my father in law and the lucid dream! Also IWL my wife is touching me down there. It makes me wonder if that was what triggered the sexual part of the dream. So many interesting thoughts and theories about this dream turned LD that happened on a night when I only planned to get a good night's sleep after going to bed too late around midnight, later than usual lately. I may post the theories in the comments or on a separate thread.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #154: The Truck

A WILD attempt drops me non-lucid into the living room of a house. My dad and a few other people are standing nearby and I wonder why we're all here and how I arrived at this place. I can't figure it out and I remember that I was just trying to enter a dream.

I'm overcome with this feeling like it's been forever since I had a lucid and that I have to accomplish a goal. I decide that I want to teleport to the Colosseum and I remember the teleportation tech Nyx and I had both dabbled in: cover your eyes and imagine yourself in a new scene.

I try it now, covering my eyes, imagining the Colosseum and then taking my hand away. This makes all of the DCs disappear, but I'm still in the same living room. I try again, covering my eyes and spinning this time. It's still the living room, but it looks more drab. I hear the vague noise of a crowd, but it fades away. I feel like I'm not really believing it and I try to remember how to do this better.

This time I completely close my eyes, spin, and imagine a new dream scene. The scene goes dark and as I'm thinking about opening my eyes I suddenly get really nervous that this will wake me up. Instead, I just treat the darkness like the void, rub my hands together and start walking forward again. After a short time, I emerge outside at night, walking through suburban streets.

I imagine that the Colosseum is behind me and turn around, but I've half-assed it -- instead of the Colosseum I'm looking at a grassy vacant lot surrounded by a low chain-link fence. I jog forward now, taking three or four turns over the course of perhaps two minutes of dream time. I expect the Colosseum to be around each corner, but I'm not feeling confident enough to make it happen.

From out of nowhere a rusty red pick-up truck comes barreling toward me, lights off and speeding. I step lightly over the truck, one foot on the hood, next step on the roof, then gliding over as it roars past underneath me. I feel happy and excited about how I handled things with the truck and my confidence starts coming back a bit.

This makes me consider whether travelling on foot is such a good idea. I remember talking with Ophelia in the podcast about how flying is the better way to go for transportation and I'm considering doing that when a pick-up truck pulls alongside me, rusty red just like the last one. For some reason I think that this is a different truck.

The truck's being driven by an attractive red-haired woman in her early 40s and a younger woman (blonde, mid-20s) is sitting in the passenger seat. The younger woman beckons me toward the truck. I climb into the cab of the truck and immediately she kisses me. She pulls away after a moment and turns her head so that I'm seeing her from the side. I'm surprised to see that her appearance has completely changed -- now she's Asian and completely bald! She turns her face back toward me and now she's Wife with fairly short hair (like she wore it several years ago.)

Both Wife and the red-haired DC move toward me and sexytime commences. This part's way too graphic for the public DJ, but this (fun) portion of the dream lasts about four minutes. I lose stability once in the middle of the scene but manage to regain it. There's a final loss of stability that puts me into the void.

I rub my hands together and walk forward, emerging into a new scene where I'm walking into an apartment. A woman greets me at the door. She's unfamiliar to me (about 5'2", late 20s, Hispanic, very good-looking.) "Don't you remember me?" she asks, giving me a friendly hug. "It's [name I can't remember that starts with 'L']! We were like best friends back in high school." I completely buy into this false memory, losing lucidity and start catching up with L and asking her how she's doing. She's hosting some kind of a party with a few of her other friends there. I go on about family life for a while, briefly wondering why Wife isn't here with me. Eventually L wanders off to do something in the kitchen and I notice one of L's female friends giving me a semi-hostile look. I worry about this for a while until the dream ends.

Finally remember a tiny snippet of a dream. I saw my mom and Chris (her bf) in the front yard. That's all.

Longest LD I've had yet, lucid for about an hour real time, felt more like three in dream time.

So I'm riding an ATV in the arctic on snow packed so hard its basically ice. The further I ride, the rougher the terrain gets, climbing small hills and jumping crevasses. Eventually my ATV gets stuck in a small crevasse. I climb out and work my way up a ridge. When I get to the top the ground stops in front of me and clouds stretch out as far as I can see. Just barely poking through the cloud cover are flat topped pillars of ice about 6-ft in radius. These pillars are constantly moving from side to side, ascending and descending as they go. I decide to jump on one and ride it as it goes down. I descend through the cloud cover and break through the other side to see a city sprawling out before me. The pillar I'm riding on starts to topple over, so I jump to another. Then another, and another, until I'm close to the ground. On my last jump I slip, falling about 30 feet into a snow berm below.

I wake up in a hospital on the outskirts of the city. Winter has thawed, all traces of the ice are gone, leaving behind only green grass and a rocky mountain in the distance. The hospital staff tells me I have been in a coma, and when I look in the mirror I look about 30 years older. I start freaking out, and decide to perform an RC. Sure enough, I'm dreaming and lucidity begins.

I don't have time to dwell on this though as my subconscious has turned on me and the DC's are now chasing me and attacking me. Still lucid, I start using my superpowers against them. Though it doesn't work every time, my telekinesis is stronger than its ever been. I'm able to lift DC's with ease, moving them around in the air, force pushing them into into each other and clear over buildings. Attempts at conjuring prove unsuccessful, except for the fire bomb I produced at one DC, setting him ablaze, then telekinetically slamming him into another DC. With more and more chasing after me I try to fly away. The first few attempts are unsuccessful, but once I get into the air I swim around with ease.

The dream calms down here as I'm swimming through the air. I sporadically perform RC's to keep myself lucid, but don't really take advantage of my lucidity. Instead, I spend the rest of the time exploring the surreal world I was in.

During the day (Tuesday) i was coming down with something, towards the night it was getting worse. Took a few flue meds and went to bed, woke up around 4 am becuz of my loud brother, but I was still able to find sleep again, although I felt really sick for the few minutes I was awake. The dream begins now: I’m at work, minutes away from my performance review with my boss. And actually I have performance review coming up this Thursday. But anyways, so in my dream I’m sitting there, really afraid and nervous, and I’m trying to go home early cuz I’m sick, but my boss gets angry becuz of this and I have an axiety attack and storm out the workplace, I go home. After an unknown period of time, I recover and my family decides to take me out to dinner to help me unwind. They take me to this bar/restaurant, in the middle of it all I get up to go to the restroom and I excuse myself. I go through the door of the restroom and I’m suddenly somewhere else. I don’t even know where. (And I don’t like telling this part at all, cuz I’m not that kind of person, but here it goes..), I’m in a place where random men and women are touching, kissing,…each other. And this one beautiful woman comes up to me and starts to talk. It doesn’t take long before we’re kissing and touching, even though we started a verbal fight a minute into our conversation. She leaves suddenly, I still manage to give her a card with my number on it, I remember begging her that we keep in touch but I’m a in a panic mode, I’m asking everybody I come across on my search for her if they have seen her or know her name. I didn’t know her name.



This is where it got twisted for me. I want to go back to the bar/restaurant cuz I realize I’ve been there for a long time, I find a door and I go through it, and I’m suddenly in a haunted house. I just felt it was a haunted house cuz the inside of the house looked condemned, abandoned for at least decades, and you just feel the aware stare on you the minute you set foot in that house. The walls, everything is grey or black or darkish, nobody cleaned for decades..well you get it. I see this lil stool in the center of the room with a device in front of it. It looks like one of those big walkie talkies. But I hear voices coming through it, and I see parts of legs creeping away behind the corner of whatever room I’m in. I push the button on the thing and start talking, basic things like “hello”, and sometimes I get responses, like you would play back evp’s or something, cryptic responses that have no meaning at all. And then this female voice comes through, but this one’s different, she doesn’t just speak words or broken up sentences, but she speaks full sentences, dialogues if you will. She starts talking: (these weren’t her literal words, I don’t remember everything, what I’m writing down here is all I remember) “There is no honour in this, you need to let go, find a way. I know there’s a lot of anger, confusion, despair and pain you have. But this isn’t the way, taking your own life isn’t the answer if you don’t find a way you’ll end up like me, away from me. She talked pretty clearly and straight forward but I don’t know why she said these things, I have been suicidal in the past, but the past few weeks I’v been feeling good actually. I ask her who she is, she tells me her name is “Mess” (or something that sounds like you pronounce “mess”), and she starts telling me random (bad) events that happened in my life, like she was there or something and I start crying cuz how could this dead person/woman know so much about me, and why does she tell me this? But at the same time I feel …comfort…a familiar feeling, like somehow I know her. Then she’s gone, and I start asking questions. The random voices come again and then there’s a male/almost demonic kind of voice that comes through. I ask him where “mess” went to, who she is, where she is?....all he says is that “Mess” her name is Kim and she’s in an unknown place by herself cuz she took her own life. And that’s when I’m forced to leave the house. I go through the door again and I’m back in the restaurant, and my family is angry cuz I was away for so long. And I start crying and throwing things at them and yelling that I’m sick of this and sick of that,…and then I wake up in a complete state of panic and exhaustion at the same time.



The dream doesn’t sound like all that much but..it made such an impression on me, normally I’m always aware even that I’m dreaming, but now it was like…so real, and it didn’t make sense at all, but at the same time it did. Cuz when Kim/Mess talked I felt like…I was talking to someone I had known for a very long time but somehow I forgot her and she knew..And no I don’t know any kim in my life. When I woke up it was like…if anyone has experience with fainting and suddenly opening your eyes and gasping for air…that’s what it was like. Im wondering if I was visited by a spirit..it felt so much more than a dream.

Certainly an interesting one. Finally wrote my dream down after months of being lazy!
I was at what seemed to be Hogwarts...or at least, it was a Hogwarts-like setting. A smug man with a suit and combed over hair walked into the main hall, telling me I was being forced to play some kind of game. This game would have life or death consequences.
Rather than play the game, I investigated this man, spying on him and keeping tabs on his activities. I eventually found out he had an assistant named Brittany. I was able to spy on them executing students, with what looked like statues of living armor.
Sadly, this is all I could remember. Good start though after putting this off for so long.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1:

I am on my PC and i am browsing some stuff, i get onto some site with lots of images of dragons, i look through images for a while and then decide to leave but can't, it keeps opening new tabs instead. Then i see that i have looooots of tabs open already, i think that i would not even had so many tabs open, and then i feel that i am dreaming. The monitor starts showing some red image, i decide to ask dream about my dragon form and monitor starts cycling through dragon images, then dream fades.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was apparently watching some kind show which was based on minecraft, but with actual people instead of players. People were having problems with redstone in their factory.

thought i was at a pink floyd concert that a whole stadium full of people was waching on my ipad. kept adjusting the screen and looking on stage for acid.

was going to concert with family and schillars/ devin

before dinner i was eating and kept breaking like evert pot and pan i touched.

Dream 1(fragments):

There was something about videos, show and timezones.

Dream 2(fragments):

Something about fighting mutants.

Dream 3:

I was playing some FPS and there was a mission that i had to do while teaming up with someone else. We came to some country using coastal road and had a few vehicle choices from here. We had to use gunboat because teammate AI was really bad at driving cars in this place and managed to crash one into water when i was testing.
I've planned stuff on the map i had and we went ahead, mostly using rivers as 'roads'. We ran into quite some outposts but gunboat had powerful machine gun which worked out nicely versus enemies, after two or three outposts we were finally at the destination of the mission. It was research center of some kind, we've landed and killed guards using some weapons. Then we went in and there were some switch/code puzzles. In the end we have found a ladder to the second floor. Beyond another code locked door there was a storage with some important data, teammate started browsing it while i was covering him, at one point some dude with special abilities appeared and wanted to distract us, i've managed to damage him and then he retreated. More enemy reinforcements started coming, whole trucks of them so we had to finish up and find way out of building, and then we just used our boat and escaped.
I've apparently had two more missions to do and i was thinking how did i managed to complete so much of a game in one day, which was around 10 missions according to menu(false memory says hi).
Next mission i've started started in a lake full of helicopter wrecks and game started looking somewhat like far cry. I've got out of it and went through small forest. According to the map there was an friendly camp nearby, which i've soon found. Friendlies were fighting enemies already, and were losing, it was hard to see since camp was on the hill. I've joined the fight and enemies apparently had ridiculous amount of hp, they could survive around 30 headshots without problem, i've still managed to hold them off because they were not really good at aiming. Eventually with a few friendly soldiers left we finished off all enemies then some strange woman appeared and there was some talk about warrior duel or something.

I am sleeping on my couch. I wake up. There is something stuck in my teeth. I start to pick at my back teeth. Three of them fall out into my hand. There is blood everywhere. I get up and walk to the bathroom. I see the bathroom window is open.(It is never open. There is even plastic over my bathroom window) I look in the mirror at my missing teeth and it doesn't seem too bad. I start to think about how weird it is that the window is open and think I need to text my boyfriend to see if he opened it before he went to work. (He works nights) I all of a sudden hear my boyfriend talking to me from the kitchen down the hall from our bathroom. I realize none of what has been happening makes any sense. I run out of the bathroom screaming his name and saying oh my god! this is a dream! I am literally jumping up and down screaming at him this is a dream I grab his arms and shake him. Yelling don't you understand! As soon as I acknowledged it being a dream he didn't make any eye contact and grabbed my shoulders and laid me down on the couch. I then wake up. On the couch he laid me down on........
This has only been my second lucid dream and it is funny because after the first one I had (about 2 months ago) I knew that I had to work harder to control my emotions. But I was completely overwhelmed. It was almost as if the dream figure of my boyfriend was the consciousness behind my dream and he was really annoyed that I was being so obnoxious. Next time I will moderate my emotions. The feeling that I had upon waking up is indescribable.

Side-note Third-person Dreamsign

The documentary
I see a couple of people on a mountain trail. The trail itself is has a good slope; on one side is a steep incline up, and on the other side is a dropoff. Up-hill is fairly barren, but the valley below them is very green. It's a man and woman; they're fairly plain, wearing generic exploring / hiking clothing. They're near some kind of broken-down building. My viewpoint is from uphill, looking downhill towards them.

Now, the view shifts to look down the trail, some theme music starts, and a guy rides up on a raptor. He looks very dapper, with slicked back hair and finer clothing. He's doing some kind of documentary of the area. Unfortunately, it's a mess of different territories, so the woman with him is there to manage the beurocracy and get them permission to go where they need to.
Initially, I think they're at a state park in the US, but then the guy on the raptor talks, and his accent is funny. I decide they're in Canada, just across the border.

At some point, I switch to watching them from behind a chainlink fence. From this viewpoint, the valley is again behind them.


Captain's Journal
A young man is staying with a well-to-do family. He's interested in starting a relationship with their daughter. In talking with the father, they decide that, even though the relationship is new, there's enough interest between the man and daughter that they should be courting.

Now he's downstairs, talking with another man. This man tells him that the father is an old captain and that his journal is hidden in a crack near the bed. The young man is very curious and decides to look for it.

Now I'm in a hallway with the young man. A single bookshelf is by the wall with a lot of books put on it in no particular order or arrangement. I pick up a book at random, open it to a random page, and start reading. It's something out of the Wheel of Time. In the scene I'm reading, Rand and Perrin are doing something around a camp fire. It's not a scene I'm familiar with.


Approved hardware
I'm lying on a bed, lost in thought. my wife is sitting on the bed, doing something. On her nightstand, a phone is in speakerphone mode, connected to a conference call at work. I become aware that someone just asked me a question, but I have no idea what it was. I try to answer vaguely, hoping to get an idea of what the conversation is about and what the question was; but the person asking sounds like they know I wasn't paying attention, and they're being careful not to clue me in. Eventually, I just ask for the question to be repeated.

Infra wants to know why I want to have a port opened on the Sonic firewall, since that's such an inflexible solution, and why I can't use one of the prebaked packages with connectivity built into it. Now I'm looking at a list of the available packages.

Now I'm looking at a list of recommended hardware. Each piece of hardware has an accompanying video showing the testing it went through. Now I'm looking at a video of someone testing a microphone. It's a traditional mic, silver, about an inch thick with a 2-inch ball on the end, with a cord coming out of the bottom. He's holding it up high in the air, an expression of excitement on his face, as he proclaims this is the best microphone EVER, and it's only 10 cents.

Now I'm watching them test headphones. Each pair of headphones they try has a pair of RCA connections at the end of the cable, which I think is odd. Now I'm watching them test amplifiers. They go through three or four of them, each looking exactly the same, each time doing the same thing. First, they turn it on, and a female computer voice announces the name of the amp. Next, on the left side, near the front, they plug in a small card with 3 RCA jacks (yellow, white, red) on the edge. Then, they hook speakers to the white and red jacks, leaving the yellow unplugged.

They're unhappy with each of the storebought ones, so the last one they try is homemade (though it looks identical to the others). According to the announcer, the name of this amp is "Shock Hazard." They're very pleased with it and declare it to be the winner.


Bee Powers
This one is kind of fuzzy, and the scene changes don't make a lot of sense, but I think I have it in the right order.

I'm in a living room watching a movie. The TV is a fairly large one mounted in the middle of a whole-wall entertainment center. My wife and I are standing behind a couple of plush recliners; someone else is sitting in one of them. The movie is about supernatural forces. Somehow, in conjunction with the movie, we find that my wife has been given the ability to read Bee Writing. She's holding a small piece of paper (about the size of a large Post-It note) covered in it. It reminds me of an Eastern writing system, something like Hiragana. At first, she's just staring at it, saying it doesn't look like anything; then she gets a funny expression and says she got a glimmer of meaning; then she says she can read it easily.

Now I'm in Publix at the checkout counter. It's more like the customer service area, since I'm behind a counter and the cashier (a young woman) and bagger (a young man) are standing in a clear space behind it. They're both turned away from me, doing something with the bags. On a nearby TV, I note that there's a commercial talking about the excellent customer service you always get at Publix, and it's showing a live feed of the employees completely ignoring me.
A manager walks over, tells me it'll just be another minute, and walks away.

The cashier turns around, tells me that I don't have to swipe my credit card yet if I don't want to, then turns back to the bags. I look down at the cash register and see it's showing me a prompt asking me if I want to preswipe my card to save time, YES/NO. I ignore it. While I've been waiting, a couple of other people have gotten in line behind me, and another guy has tried to go to the side, skipping line.

Now the line has turned somehow. It's going back and forth between guide rails, and I'm somewhere near the middle of the pack. I look at the line behind me and realize there's a guy near me that I haven't seen in years. We start talking. Now the line is moving, and we're making progress towards the cashier.

Now someone past the next turn makes a snide comment to me. As I turn to see who said it, someone else with me uses some kind of psionic power. Now I see who made the comment: it's an older woman with straggly salt-and-pepper hair. Due to the psionic attack, she's got a whole bunch of her hair in her mouth, and she can't get it out. She's making MMM MMM noises. Somehow, I know this is related to my wife mysteriously learning to read another language.

Now I'm in our bedroom. My wife is heading downstairs, closing a baby gate on the landing as she goes. I pick up and start to organize a box of cards, and I see that all the cards have Bee Writing on them. I realize there must have been some catalyst to cause my wife to learn to read it, and I intend to try to figure out what it is. I decide it must be either her new pajamas or her quilt. I don't really want to wear her pajamas, since that would look very silly, so I decide to try the quilt.

I curl up on the floor and cover myself with it. After just a few seconds, a very strange feeling washes over me. I take the quilt off and stand up, then grab a card from the box. I'm disappointed it's still completely unintelligible, but I keep looking at it. When I see it out of the corner of my eye, I get the feeling there's something there, but I can't make it out. Now I start to get the impression that some of the Bee words are overlaid / mixed with regular English words. Suddenly, the whole thing "snaps," and I see plain English words written on the card with no sign of Bee.

Now my wife's with me, and we're talking about it. I tell her the quilt was responsible, and that while I'm excited that I can read it now, I'm disappointed that I'm no longer consciously aware of the Bee, since that means I can't describe how to translate it.

Sleep Score: 67
Lucid Dreams: 0
Notes: Need to get more sleep, sleep score should be at 85 minimum with a WBTB