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Last night was INSANE! I had one of my best lucid dreams so far, and I finally stabilized well enough to feel the dream world 100% accurately! Here’s how it went:

😴 WBTB & SSILD Attempt

I woke up at the same time for WBTB, but during SSILD, I kept getting distracted in the first few cycles.

I tried a 1-minute hyper-focus cycle, but still got distracted.

After a few minutes, I fell asleep and had a normal dream—but my awareness was slightly higher than usual.

💡 Low Lucidity Moment

Suddenly, I found myself in my room, looking at my dirty white shoes.

I knew it was a dream, but my lucidity was barely 1/10—super blurry vision, foggy thinking.

I realized if I didn’t act fast, the dream would take away my lucidity!

🔥 Boosting My Lucidity from 1/10 to 9/10!

I snapped my fingers, and my shoes instantly became clean (small dream control success!).

I got up and tried to move, but my vision was still messed up.

I randomly started dancing (lol, no idea why) to boost lucidity, but it didn’t work. 😆

Then I did finger counting (using math to increase logic), and it helped a little!

Finally, I rubbed my hands together—BOOM! My skin felt 100% real, and my lucidity jumped to 9/10!

I touched the ground, and for the first time ever, I could fully feel the texture of the tiles!

🌀 The Void & Dream Scene Change Attempt

I got excited and thought, "Should I spawn a girl?" but instead, my body started elongating weirdly.

I focused on the feeling of elongation, and suddenly, I was in the void—but I could still feel my fingers and the stretching sensation.

I tried to visualize a beach, but it just looked like a laptop wallpaper instead of a real dream. 😅

When the dream finally formed, I was inside Minecraft spectator mode, and then I found myself playing the game on my laptop!

My lucidity dropped a bit here, and instead of breaking out of the game, I tried to press the ESC key (lol, if I were more lucid, I’d have thrown my laptop away).

🚨 Woke Up Due to Overheating

I tried to close the game, but it didn’t work, and then I woke up, covered in sweat—probably because of too many blankets. 😆

Overall, this was an epic success! If I can get this level of lucidity once, I can definitely do it again! 💪🔥

Hey everyone,

So, today was Day 18 of my lucid dreaming journey, and things are getting wild. 😆

I woke up at 4:25 AM for WBTB, did SSILD cycles properly, and then went back to sleep. I think I woke up 1-2 times but still did at least one incomplete SSILD cycle before falling asleep again.

Then, in my dream, I was in my school, sitting on a bench, and I actually tried to induce sleep paralysis to lucid dream… but the crazy part? I was ALREADY dreaming! 😂💀 I didn’t even realize it.

SP hit me INSANELY fast in the dream. 😳 I felt my body get paralyzed, and I was like, “Alright, time to lucid dream!” without realizing I was already in a dream. 🤦*♂️

What’s even crazier is that I was a little conscious. When I felt SP, I moved my realistic dream arm and let it hang off the table, but then I noticed it felt like blood flow was restricting. So I consciously put it back on the table to avoid discomfort. I was actually thinking logically inside the dream without realizing I was dreaming! 🤯

At this point, I tried visualizing a scene to enter a lucid dream, and I feel like I was SO CLOSE—but I woke up because my real arm had been under pressure. 😭💔

This is now 3 nights in a row where I’ve had dreams about lucid dreaming (Day 16, 17, and now 18). My subconscious is PUSHING ME SO CLOSE TO LUCIDITY!! 🚀✨

Now to clear some doubts---
1)why arnt my days consistent??
answer- by day 14,18 i mean this is the number of days i have been practicing lucid dreaming technique and i only post stories of days i get lucid
2)i have got lucid dreams before day 14 also i have got 6 lds before day 14 but i will try to post them if i can
thanks for reading KIT(keep in touch if you are wondering)

Feb 27th

Fires & Mentor
Grass fires crackle closer. Warn cabin owners. "It'll pass. It always does," she sings. Kayji speaks of her mentor and it is realized that some of us still have much to learn.

Two Crows
It leans over a cliff, wispy arms waving in canyon winds. A nest crowns the conifer. Within are sheltered the children of two crows. Kayji, desiring a crow child, climbs the leaning tree. Crow children fall. Kayji falls. Crows dive after. Run to the cliff edge. Call her name. Can't hear her. Can't see her. "Don't worry," says an old woman, "The crows have her. You'll not see her again, I expect." Not a scrap of Kayji is ever found.



Feb 28th

NMF

Tranduil Rescue
From underground we stream, a company of dwarves and me. Past a clot of twisted trunks lies a cube shaped hole in the ground, a trap. Thranduil, king of the woodland realm, sloshes within. Near suffocating in mud he calls for aid. Tauriel rappels to rescue. A look lies between them. It is not for us to decipher. She lifts the king. Dwarves pull him to safety. We clean the sovereign and are celebrated in his realm.

Political Office
My home is new, stories tall, brimming and bright. It is a mini version of a childhood library. Kayji claims the enlightened upper levels. I remain in the main. From nowhere Marem and his father arrive. They search a place to base Marem's political office. They ask K. They are denied. There is but one office on the main floor. Marem and I split it. Our desks nearly fill the room. Despite the squeeze it all works out somehow.

Jamie 1

Just a flash of Jamie looking at me from somewhere. couldn't malke out much details. I had this flash while praying very tired.

Jamie 2

I was at a bar or something. Jamie was working there. My home animals were there. I was petting a black cat who seemed larger than normal. My dog was also there. Jamie was behind a bar working away, she didn't mind that I was there.

???

Some guy I barely know A, was looking at me strangely from an above place. Like he was watching me go through my current dream.

Jamie 3

I was in a bedroom with Jamie. There was no light on. There were a bunch of boxes or something. We were moving them out of the way.

Jamie 4

Just a flash of me and Jamie walking into a courthouse during the daytime.

I think the secret to more Jamie dreams is imagining I'm holding her in my be while I talk to her voice. We both seem to enjoy imagining a few different scenarios. and there still is a sensation, like we are both doing so with some spirit body???

This dream was next level—multiple false awakenings, hyper-realistic visuals, dream control I’ve never had before, and some moments that straight-up messed with my head. Buckle up, this one’s wild.

📉 Failed Attempts & Weird Sounds 🤯
The night started with me trying the phone typing method from 10:00 PM to 11:00 PM. No success, but I heard these intense jet sounds out of nowhere. No clue if they were real or just my brain messing with me.

After that, I went to sleep normally. Later, from 11:30 PM to 12:10 AM, I tried inducing sleep paralysis. At first, nothing happened, but then I started hearing this loud humming noise. I walked around my room, and it followed me. The second I covered my ears, the sound disappeared. Freaky.

But here’s where things really started working.

🔥 SSILD to the rescue! 🔥
At 4:30 AM, I woke up and immediately did my SSILD cycles. This time, I focused hard, making sure to go through the cycles properly. I kept my awareness sharp, but let my body drift naturally into sleep.

AND IT WORKED.

That’s when things got WILD. 🚀

🌌 Lucid Trigger – The Green Glow
Next thing I know, I’m in a bathroom taking a bath. Everything seemed normal until I noticed this weird green glow coming from the corners.

I grabbed a bucket and pushed it away… and saw the walls were covered in some glowing green substance. 💚

Instant WTF moment.

I did a reality check… BOOM. LUCID.

But right after, the entire dream went black. I wasn’t even surprised. I knew I’d have a false awakening.

🔄 FA Loop Begins – 6+ False Awakenings
🚗 FA #1 (Before I Realized I Was Dreaming Again)
Before my 2nd FA, i though i was having obe i went to my dads room. He was on YouTube watching a channel called “Okla.” I thought to myself, “I’ll tell him I saw him do this when I wake up.” (I legit thought this was real life.)

Then, I woke up again…

🎭 FA #2 – I wake up in my bed. Did an RC. Still dreaming! i got back full lucidity and knew it wasnt ap
💀 FA #3 – Dream was super realistic (10/10). I stabilized by rubbing my hands and touching the floor.
👁️ FA #4 – Tried summoning a girl, but when I closed my eyes, I couldn’t open them again. Instead of panicking, I expected another FA and imagined waking up elsewhere.
🌍 FA #5 – I also CREATED this one myself like last 2 ! (just imagine where to wake up)
☀️ FA #6 – Woke up in the same bed again, but now it was daytime. (Everything looked more real than real life.)

At this point, everything was 11/10 realism. 🤯

🚀 Sky Stairs & Flying
I walked outside, barely taking in my surroundings because I was too hyped. The trees looked insane, and when I looked up, I saw kites flying.

Or so I thought.

Looking closer, they were actually skydivers. 🪂

That’s when I decided to try something I’ve always wanted to do.

I lifted my foot and placed it in the air… and a floating stair appeared under it. I CREATED STAIRS IN MID-AIR. 😳🔥

I wanted to feel something in the dream, so I stepped on a marble tile, but it felt numb. I shouted “GIVE ME FEELING!” but my voice kept glitching. 🎤❌

Since that wasn’t working, I decided to just fly instead.

Took off into the sky—still no feeling of wind, but just soaring through a dream this realistic was awesome.

Saw some kids flying toy planes. Tried to slice their necks with my hand (don’t ask why), but nothing happened. So I made a finger gun and shot one in the head. 🔫💥

No blood, just an effect.

I wanted to push the realism even further. That’s when things shifted.

❌ Dream Ends + DEILD Attempt
I made a woman sit in my car (don’t ask me where the extra seat appeared from), but before anything else could happen…

The dream ended. 🚫

Tried to DEILD back in immediately but got nothing.
yeah guys i know its day 14 but i had 5 lds before this sorry i am too lazy sorry but from now on i will be consistent

Weather is finally decent. Maybe Jamie will start her drive bys again? I'll be watching.

Jamie

Jamie hands me a bagel and cream cheese.

Actually, I remember getting that with her through a drive thru once.

WTF

Longer dream that I can't recall. Only part I remember is that me and my dad were watching something on a computer monitor. One of those curved ones. There were ghastly women who were naked... but they were half dead. They were showing really gross things on the screen. Vibe was: creepy, scary, disturbing.

Not much else to report....

Standing
Concentric rows of vehicles enwrap the house we once called home. The tiny house still standing tall it will not fall despite cracks in cinderblock feet. It hurts our hearts to see the green constantly swept neath blacktop sheen. We should stand too, against the creep, but our feet are not so tough.

Boxes
All smiles and waves, shadow and shades, he drives through rooms of my humble home. His vehicle? A cardboard box. He is the one. Amused by his strange intrusion, attempt to catch and question him. He slips through floors, races on walls, splits and appears on ceilings. He stops, but once, and waits. Ask him to teach me to drive a box between dimensions. His straight lipped smile disheartens me. "I can't. Not until you see that there is no box." He speeds away, still haunting the halls of the box that holds me home.

The end is nigh. Ghosts flutter by pre ravaging the earth and each other. My heart is light. Wade untouched through human streams and near death screams. Long to see it, our hellish end. Sun arms bend, whip, and stretch to embrace us, one and all. Suddenly pulled aside and stuffed under earth. Here we should survive. But with a passion as raw and as rapturous as first time love, ache to see the sky. I escape. Long to see heavenly streams of fire blaze across a blackened sky. It is breathtaking. Beautiful. Sole, step high. Love the light. Reach for shining Armageddon arms sent to love us to death.

Been trying melatonin chewables.... they taste good but not helping much.

Jamie

Only dream I seem to recall with Jamie in it. I was starting work at a new factory or warehouse job or something. Jamie was there, also a new hire. We are on lunch break or something. I'm at a table and I look at another table and see Jamie is sitting with some woman. The woman turns her head right around to look my way and turns back after a second. They were talking about me?

After work I'm following Jamioe home. We are walking. I go up a street on a hill to not be so obvious. (IRL I would never stalk anyone.) The streets look like the ones on GTA5 (Been grinding that game online, taking a break from Cringenight). After that my memory fades.

I have a conversation about the dream with Her voice. She said that she was telling the woman in the dream that I'm her boyfriend.

What?

I was hanging around a guy I used to hang around with... Another J. he said him and his family were moving to texas or something.

That's all. I hope I have more Jamie dreams.

I seem to have misplaced a couple of days worth of dreams. Will add them when they're found.

22nd

Runner
Seary runs away backward. "Come back!" I yell. He laughs and runs. Catch him mid street. He is a young woman. Enraged at having to pursue, I slap her in the face three times. With broken obedience, she follows me to the sidewalk. Witnesses don't admonish my violence.

Basslines
It's Duff from Guns and Roses. Catch him. Walk. Talk. "Have you heard my solo stuff?". "Of course," I lie. He asks if I like the bass from tow or undertow better. Lie again. We carry on a half fake conversation about basslines.

Flatlands Camp
No hills, trees, or other vertical elements except for tents and their people dotting the landscape. A campground of absolute flatness. A boring spot to settle. On the bright side, when it is dark, the starfield will be spectacular. Live for the night.



23rd

Hypnagogic
Grocery aisle made narrow by wire bins
Wall of computer monitors stretches across my field of view
A very tall narrow building, only the width of a room
A limping man with a dog whom he slaps at lightly
A woman's neck compresses, she's a head on shoulders
Someone carries too many grocery bags through a crowd

Art Stock
Stock art supplies in some store. Mybur's children happen through. Give extra supplies to them. They talk about an art show they joined. Luc said he painted a tree. Mys says she painted a sunset. We wish there were more art shows for youth.

Knocking
Midnight knock on a front door. Navigate shadow to answer. No one. Back to bed. Knock on the back door. Navigate again. No one. Then a rain of random knocking, windows, walls, roof, doors. See no one. Call 911. Digits are disorganized. With bat and my longest blade, await. Back door creaks open. Stranger steps in. Slash and stab. He screams. Bash and bludgeon. He falls. His dying words, "It was just a prank." Now wait for whatever will fall.

A Hand
Mybur's children find me again. Steer me to their art. Show me to their mom. She and Dohaw lounge neath an oak. A stone summons me, a petrified, coiled leaf. It softens, uncoils. A strange shape is revealed. Turn it upside down to see a flattened, mummified baby hand, wrist bones exposed. Go to the gallery to notify whoever needs to be notified. They take the hand. They take, too, the the giant ostrich plume I didn't know was mine. Return to oak. People are gone. Sit. Pick through the leaves for further parts.

Feb 17th

Plane Sight
Sky shakes straight above the house. A passenger plane is stuck in space, so low that we can see the face of the pilot pleaing, "Help." Instead we plan to run, fearing the plane will plop onto our roof. Peer outside. Plane has shifted. Still, it's still, nose angled high. Everything will be alright.

New Stars
Low north west horizon holds a gift. There shines a new spattering of stars like an elongated lyra. A new constellation. Research its name. Nothing. Look outside again, the constellations are diamonds and strings. Their names shimmer beneath. 'Wood elf' is the new stand of stars. There is nothing more to be learned.



Feb 18th

Tygen Beam
The world is a warped mess of woe. Caught in a roaring undertow of frothing words and slippery time, I flail. Amidst the stale ebb and flow of suffocating same ol same ol, a flash of golden hour grin. Little arms open wide. Ringlets, clutched in a little fist, bounce with every step. He is bald. He is beaming. For a while the tide draws away. We sing. We dance. We play.


Sun Dog
A child in the surf, in the sun, on the sand, content with a family that is not mine. A horse of a dog pins me. The creature is massive, fur clotted and matted. Foam slops from its fangs and slaps onto my face. Is this how it ends? It barks. I bark. It woofs. I woof. It arfs. So do I. And just like that a monster is befriended. I sit. Beast stands over my head, about to mount my face? Try to move but am locked in place. A rib cage splits and spreads over my head. Locked in the cavern of an empty dog torso. There is a growing light. It blooms into a tiny sun. "Beware the sundog," I mutter. Break myself away from the hollow being. It bounds one way. I bound the other in search of my fake father and mother.


19th

Flicker Man
"Thought and environment shape our bodies, our hearts, our minds. We are masters of our own wellness or illness," preaches some white haired man. He talks of genes, and twins, and unbelievable things that somehow still make sense. De-aging as he speaks, he flickers from a real man and an animated Bob Belcher.

Well, I keep going to bed late and having a long time to fall asleep. I keep waking up for the washroom but somehow managed to have a couple dreams.

Jamie

Just a dream with Jamie in it. I can't recall what. Just that she was good and being affectionate. Can't complain

This in conjunction with the other morning we both seemed to sense one another strongly. It was really nice. seemed to talk all morning.

oops

A dream about the other co worker in cochrane. He was crying and seemed upset that I didn't want to work with them anymore.

Complicated situation: If they want to deduct pay based on food and sleeping for 6 nights at their place, they should have mentioned that beforehand and not wait until payday. Next asshole that pulls that on me I'll call the labor board or a small claims court.

Part of a longer dream. This last and most memorable part seems to have taken place in something like a campsite restroom, a long wooden building with an entrance on one end. Inside, I see NR standing by the row of sinks, washing his hands and clearly with his good cheer not the least bit dampened by having just reached into one of the toilets to retrieve somebody’s smartwatch. It’s not like it was even his - probably one of his students’. The man must really be some kind of goddamn saint or something.

“Weren’t you reaching into a toilet the last time I saw you too?” I ask. This memory was almost certainly from a “draft” of the same dream earlier in the night, which I get sometimes, only in that one, it was someone’s phone that had fallen in.

16.2.25


In a room reminiscent of the living area in the basement of childhood home #5. In the dream, it seems to be somebody else’s house. That person is telling me about the folklore surrounding creatures called pultecs that preside over memories, apparently. A long time ago, people would hollow out acorns and leave them out for the pultecs so that they could carry memories around in those and hopefully drop a few less of them than they would otherwise.

(Note: This may reflect concerns involving a relative dealing with some memory issues, or possibly a shift of focus on my part from just trying to incubate good, restful sleep back to dream recall, now that the former seems to be less of an issue. Additional note: Pultec is actually the name of a line of vintage EQs, and I have no idea why my dreaming mind decided to call the creatures that unless it was because the sound of the word just seemed right for the little guys.)

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I’m in an arcade with an unfamiliar layout, at the Dance Dance Revolution machine. A couple people are there with me - it isn’t clear whether they’re people I know or who just happened to be there as well. I see on the menu that there’s some kind of story mode option, which I’ve never tried before, so I decide to give it a shot. Might make a nice warm-up. There’s a character selection screen, and then something like a one-player racing game begins. Stepping on the arrows moves the character in different directions, but there also seems to be some kind of motion tracking as well, since leaning to one side or the other also moves the character. No rhythm component, though.

I’m talking to the people there as I play, but returning my full attention to the screen, I notice the character isn’t moving. What happened? Did I run out of something I was supposed to be collecting and die? I open a menu which has two columns of entries giving various information, including one that confirms my suspicions. It says, Status: Died. Right below it is another that says, Reason: Bored.

I woke up right after that. I guess the game was just that boring….

17.2.25

Might have had a slight lucid. but it didn't last long.

Jamie

She had some food for me or something. This is the only Jamie dream I had...

Semi Lucid

I was outside some weird apartment/townhouse area. I was outside between them. It was night. There was a bunch of people terrified. I looked around. There were wolves sniffing blankets where people were sleeping. It didn't feel real. I said to everyone, "Don't worry, It's just a dream." The wolves were friendly and moved on. Can't remember what happened after this.

At least Jamie dreams are consistent!!!

Driven
Engine roaring. Wheels spinning. Finally free of the unplowed drive, I drive. First is second. Owl flies over, kitten in claws. Feathered lands and feasts on the furred. Attempt rescue? No. It's too late. Around the bend charred blackened bones of the newest homes still smolder. Investigate? No. It's too late. Meander on to meaningless songs and finally find the market. I do not find the natural kind of medicine that I seek. Keep seeking.

Abducted
Wear sandals in the slush and snow. Shards of white don't sting my toes. City bus passes. Charter bus passes. Finally a school bus, with flapping curtains over the windows, sloshes to a stop. Get on. It is only me inside, aside from the doctor-driver. He holds a needle up and grins. Try escape but the aisle is too thin. Stabbed. Numbness. Dumbness. Am caught and flopped into a seat. It is like sleep paralysis. I can fight it. I can escape. I lay and fight.

Blisters
Dofran is ill. "Check my back," he rasps. There are scattered patches of blisters full of red fluid. Recoil. I've not seen such a blight before. "No doctor. No clinic. No hospital," he says. "Well, you can't stay here," I counter. He lays upon the couch. Red, gooey splotches smear about it. Run for my phone. Try 911 but get random homes. Dofran's brother knocks with offerings of books and food. I tell him of his brother's plague. He lugs his brother, fast, away. Try to use my phone again.

Autobiography
The writer's circle shares their souls. I love the way they weave their words. Except for one, whose autobiography is mess of misery. He whines of a girlfriend that does not cook, clean, or obey commands for sex. Circle leader asks if he does anything for her. "No," he snips, offended. Circle leader suggests rewriting but from his girlfriend's point of view. Autobiography agrees. We move on to sweeter songs.

Lucid Rangers
Gathered around grandmother's old tv, we await some new show. It's like Power Rangers but more gritty, forged more for adults. There is no story to be seen. Mind meanders until I hear, "Reality check NOW!" The characters each perform a different reality check and transform into super heroes. They each are expert with one lucid ability. One is the fighter. One is the flyer. One can fold reality. They fight through waves of nightmares, collecting more lucid dreamers along the way. Of all the times they yelled, "Reality check NOW!" I didn't reality check once.

There was another couple of dreams but I didn't write them down in the middle of the night.
Very grateful for another great batch of recall.