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Dream 1: Me, my dad and my uncle are with some archaeologist guy. We went to some places I can't remember, until we sailed off to some Mayan ruins on the coast of California. I found a really small tiger cub, and rescued him from the water, and stepped back on the barge. He was scratching me, but I trained him to lay off by shouting "No! Bad boy!" as if he were a dog. I domesticated him and called him frosty. (BTW we don't have frosty flakes in Australia, no clue how I got it.) I lived on the barge with him for a while, and tried teaching him to swim. He sunk like a stone. Freaking out about sharks, I fished him out, and started crying

We lived on the barge for a while, and we tried stepping off of the floating barge and into the water, but frosty fell straight into the gap between the two craft, and into the water. I tried fishing him out, but instead found my neighbours dog, minus one leg. The dog tolled me to watch out, because there was a shark down there. I didn't care, and kept searching for frosty. I thought I felt his mouth, because I could feel teeth, so I grabbed them and pulled upwards. It turned out to be a giant shark, but suddenly we were in a small room I used to live in, and the shark just plopped onto my bed. Now I couldn't find frosty, and this has kind of given me a sad start to the day . Things merge into dream 2, the far better one, so Dream one can cut off here.

Dream 2: I started going to my old school for whatever reason. I had to walk down a dirt track to the main school area, which was about a 1Km walk. As I was walking, some kid younger than me threw a pebble at my head. Ignoring him, because that's what I'd tend to do in real life, he came up and started grabbing my hair.

That pissed me off a fair bit, so I grabbed him in an arm lock, and I did a shoulder throw, and then body slammed him. I was all hulk mode, so I also dislocated a few of his fingers until he promised to piss off. I got off of him, and he suddenly grabbed a shiny plastic dinner plate and swung it at my head. We started fighting for a while, and he mixed up the words "deflection", "reflection" and "refraction".

"Aw' hell naw."

I went all grammar Nazi mode, and stopped in the middle of the fight to give him an English lesson. Eventually he got bored, and left. I finished walking down the dirt track, and I found a part that looked remarkably like my current school. I also noticed some people who were from my current school, one kid in my yeargroup and one Japanese exchange student. I said hi to the kid, and おはようございます to the exchange student, but as soon as I greeted them they changed form into people I didn't know .

Aaaaaanyway. I walked deeper into the school, and it seemed more like a vertical city in a skyscraper. Everyone looked really hostile, and I was feeling a bit out of place. I was getting thirsty (My throat is dry and hurts IRL) so I stepped into a little cafe. Seeing a large amount of thick rimmed glasses, I deducted it was either the nerd or hipster water hole. Everyone was sitting down and reading quietly, so I figured it was a nerd area. I went to buy some water from the counter, and I took ages to get served. I asked for bottled, and got it in a glass, which annoyed me.

I didn't pay for it (Huge dreamsign of mine, not paying for things ) and sat down at a bench. It turned out to be someone I actually remember from that school! Success! He gave me some rice with meatballs, and we chatted about the school. I realised I was dreaming, because the school was so different, I hadn't payed for my drink and I had had that dawning sensation of dreaming I've been getting in the last few LD's. I looked at my hands, which deceptively seemed quite realistic, but trusting my brain, they soon morphed into E.T. hands. I started to drop out of the dream, and everything faded to white, and I opened my eyed to my room.

Nurp. We have unfinished business, dream.

Despite opening my eyes like a dumbass, I rolled over, and focused on the scene I was in. It materialised, and I spun around slowly to get the details, accidentally closing my "dream eyes" a few times, which made me freak out. Remembering the basic TOTM I, which I still haven't done, I ran up to the nearest kid and shouted in his face, "Ablibablalalaasdfjhl kagvj".

Nada. The little poo completely ignored me.

Trying again with another kid, I did the same thing. Still no response. He was too engrossed with Star Wars: The Phantom Menace The Novel, or something along those lines, I seemed to remember Darth Maul on the cover. Frustrated, I stormed outside and checked out the nearest shop, which was now a surf/ski shop. Realising I don't really surf, and I'm not skiing until September, (Which in Australia = Spring. I know, I didn't book it.) I left.

Delving deeper into the school, it merged into a reaaaaaaally posh department store, with waiters carrying gilt trays of fancy food every where. I walked around, getting lost and interrupting people's meals, until I realised that, hey, I'm still dreaming, I may as well try to find some of my old friends.

Never mind, dream's fading.

Nuuuuuuuurp. DEILD again. Hop into dream. I wasn't thinking too straight, so I decided to use dream control to rather than summon my friends, locate their heat signatures . Anyway, They were upstairs and far away, so after a quick stabilisation, I flew up into the ceiling and phased through it into an expensive baby clothing store. Still not finding my friends, I quickly decided to have fun by shattering glass windows. I noticed that the windows did not shatter n shards, but into square voxel-ish things. Meh.

Continuing to search for my friends I popped into a large garbage room and found two guys who were not my friends .

And, wake up once more. DEILD once more. Stabilise once more.

Anyway the guys were really fat, sort of like Fiddle Dee and Fiddle Dum, but more colourful. One had dream control, the other did not, so it must have been a fairly high level LD if one of them had control over the dream. Apparently the room was going to contract and kill us all . I found no way out that didn't involve falling and very likely dying, and I knew falling would wake me up, so I waited until a hatch in the ceiling popped down with a very short rope leading about 2 metres below the hatch in a 30 metre tall room :I. Me and the functioning twin grabbed the non dream control one, and we flew up sluggishly. We mispositioned ourselves and hit the rim of the hatch. Twice. Third time lucky, we got everyone grabbing the rope, and we immediately got pulled up through a long pipe. It was sort of like fruit ninja, but each of us had a different fruit to slice. I had a grapefruit of some kind. Anyway, I start to lose lucidity and wake up after this.

Third person.
I start out in a lab working on an alien with 2 other people. I am a girl, but that isn't too weird when in 3rd person mode. I am dissecting it and trying to keep away from different parts of the alien that look like they might still eat me. The alien explodes up and eats the other two people. I hide in a cabinet and switch to first person. Scared to death, I see it leave the room and run out the other door. One of the Doctors tries to convince me to stay, but I rush around him. He is eaten seconds later. The alien isn't following me purposefully, but it is killing everything it sees and accidentally following. I finally make it outside and there is a huge spaceship shooting the side of the building, allowing the alien to jump out of and start eating people outside. It sees me and runs at me. I see a security fence and take off for it. I am now me for some reason and think about how I have jumped over them in the past and I slip sideways and push off from it so that I can make the jump. The alien stops the chase and goes back to the ship. Everyone else on the street is dead, so I get out of the yard and see the cops coming. They ask what happened and don't believe me at all. I tell them that I am a doctor working on understanding extra terrestrial life and they laugh at me. I tell them to follow me into the building. I am now a woman again. I walk in a different door than before and I notice something strange as I walk in. Everyone is alive and calm, but the place is also clean and white, like a lab, but also like an asylum. The people behind the counter know nothing of what I am talking about, but they did say they heard an explosion. They said that I wasn't a doctor there, but that I was a patient. :/ I was really frustrated and hoping that I wasn't insane.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was playing some video game and there i was near some facility underground and was discussing that game with someone.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was playing some RTS and then was in some foggy place.

Level of Lucidity: 3
Level of Clarity: 6
Level of Realism: 4
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

The transition from being in the warehouse to being here was rather smooth thanks to a lucky and proper DEILD. I opened my eyes and looked around. There were all sorts of restaurants and businesses connected in a sort of "Little Italy" sort of feel. Narrow streets and small buildings. I walked into what seemed to be a large mexican restaurant, sort of cabana type place. There were no tables or chairs. I walked outside through the back into what seemed to be a normal American parking lot. My grandpa was standing there. I lost all lucidity by this point and had fallen into "Dream Viewing" mode. I asked my grandpa something, and he kinda smirked. We both got inside of a blue Toyota Highlander, and I started driving. He told me to pull into another parking lot so I did. He told me "go crazy." I asked him what he meant and he told me to start driving however I wanted. I noticed that the Highlander had changed to a white Toyota Camry, both of which are cars my grandparents own, so I didn't think too much of it. I floored it. The Camry started picking up speed as I approached a corner. I turned the wheel hard right, freeing the grip of the rear tires, then yanked the wheel to the left, to counteract the cars rotation. A successful drift. My grandpa smiled and said "Again."

We did this for a bit until I noticed a small road that seemed to lead to a forest from the parking lot. I sped down it, but it suddenly was no longer drive-able, it turned into a small, narrow walking trail. I was forced to back out a ways, and then decided just to leave the Camry there and try to go find the highlander. I told my grandpa to stay in the car, and lock the doors. I looked back to what was the parking lot, and it was now the interior of that cabana. I saw the highlander parked over in the far left corner and started walking to it. I looked down for a second to make sure I didn't trip, and when I looked up, the highlander had turned into one of those little cars that babies sit on and scoot around on.



I continued walking to it, and then sat on it and inserted the Highlanders key into it and cranked it up. It sounded and drove just like a normal car, but it was hard to sit on because it was so little. I picked it up and faced it towards the Camry parked near the entrance to the woods, and ran and jumped onto the little cars seat, flooring it. The car took off as fast as the Camry would, and the back end of the little car began to scrape onto the ground, but I let off the acceleration a bit and leaned forward and the car had all four wheels on the ground again.

By the time I got to where the Camry was, the Highlander had appeared right in front of it (towards the cabana not the woods). My grandpa was in the passenger seat of the Highlander and nobody was in the Camry. I thought "Strange..." Then just as I was about to get in the driver seat of the Highlander, my grandpa was instantly in the driver seat. He seemed to have functionality of his legs, which in real life he does not, and began to drive the car slowly in reverse. I walked with the car, holding the door open with my left arm just in case he got his foot stuck and couldn't move it or something. After walking with him driving for a bit he told me to get the Camry and pull it around into the Cabana. So I did. After I got over there, he told me we were going to have a little race, and to get the cars lined up. I said okay and started walking over to the Camry... but again it was moved over by the entrance to the woods. I walked over and met a nice woman who was a bit large around the waist along the way to my car and told her what was going on. She smiled and looked seductively at me and said she'd like to race too. I said alright and told her to pull her car around. She said “Alright!”

Once I got to the Camry and hopped in I decided I’d just race with my little toddler car, and drove over to the cabana with it. Once I got on the car the environment changed again and when I turned it around there was a small narrow bridge/walkway with a big block on top of it blocking most of the walkway that was moving from one end of the walkway to the other. I almost ran into the block but managed to go around it, and then found myself in the cabana once again. I had a look around and my grandpa was in his car at the front of the line and behind him there was a line of about 5 other people in their own car, as if there was about to be a full on race. I pulled up in my little toddler car and noticed that lady from before was standing next to a lowered truck that resembled a Nitto Offroad Racing Truck, and had wheels that extended beyond the body for enhanced handling.



She began telling me about all the customizations she’s made to her truck and how it’s the best car in the fleet of racers. I asked if I could drive it and she seemed hesitant at first, but then I told her that it’s ok, I’m a professional drift car racer, and she agreed.

Just as I got into the truck I awoke.

I'm on a perilous and winding mountain road. The road eventually gets to a point where it's straight up, at a 90 degree angle. I make it over the top of the incline and end up in a town.

A large group of people are hanging around outside their houses, celebrating new years. I notice that four guys seem out of place. I also notice signs of some sort of mysterious substance that is being handed out and passed around. I witness people eating the powder. Nothing noticeable happens to anyone.

I travel to the house of stairs. Stairs everywhere. Probably an infinite amount of stairs. There are drawers and cabinets everywhere. Every single stair has hidden compartments. Suddenly, Blake and Joe are with me. We find a white, cocaine like powder. I assume this is the substance that the people of the town were ingesting. We find drinks in another hidden compartment, and we mix in the powder. Of course, we had to drink it. Pass out.

Wake up to find everyone gone and an enormous craft outside of town. It's so badly wrecked that I can't really tell what kind of machine it is, but it seems to have come from the air. I enter it, and a child is panting and writhing with rolled back eyes. I turn around and see an old friend. I ask him where everyone is. He tells me they're not here anymore, some sort of transformation, or ascension. I ask about the child, and I'm told something unintelligible. I exit the craft alone, and make my way to a glass skyscraper in the middle of the town. I make it all the way to the top floor. I walk over to the window, and stare out over the town. No sign of life, and the wrecked aircraft has layered the town in a thick fog. I'm then pushed from behind. I smash right through the window, towards the ground. As I'm falling, I manage to spin my body around to look up. I see a small figure also falling. I can't make out its face, but I can see that it's smiling. I spin my body back to face the rapidly approaching ground, but I realize I'm not falling anymore, and I'm back at the house of stairs. Blake and Joe are, again, with me.

There is a mother and a child sitting on some stairs, blissfully unaware of us. The child is playing with a streamer while the mother watches with endearing eyes. There is an extremely old woman at the top of some stairs, fiddling around in a drawer. I start moving towards one of the infinite number of staircases, but the old woman turns to me and asks, "Have you had a taste?" I just smiled smugly, for reasons unknown. "Enough!", she said, "You'll have a taste now." She had an empty, terrifying look in her eyes. Joe and Blake were frozen in shock, eyes and mouths wide open, staring around, at me, at her. I took what was forced on to me, which happened to be that damned white powder again. My vision flashed, mind went numb. I saw the old woman's features take on an extremely slender and jagged quality. She slowly morphed, becoming taller and skinnier. Her eyes were black, face blurry, as was everyone else's. She drew me closer to her, and then shoved my now tangible consciousness into my brain. Like, literally, into my exposed brain. Having anything shoved into your brain probably hurts.

Oh boy.

This is probably the first time that I've done high speed flight since I flew into space so long ago. Very exciting to experience!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #112: Water Pressure

It's the middle of the night and I'm walking around the front yard of my childhood home. The sprinklers are all on and it's my job to somehow turn each sprinkler head off by touching it. As I do this, I'm narrating out loud to one of my waking life friends what I'm doing. (Can't remember which friend this was, since they were "off camera".)

"These big sprayers at the front of the yard are the worst ones!" I explain to my friend. As I approach the sprinkler head, it hits me with a powerful jet of water that starts pushing me away from the yard and out into the street. "See what I mean!" I shout as the jet continues to shove me.

Pretty soon I'm tumbling and sliding all the way down the street, trying to fight my way back to the yard. Okay, this has got to be a dream... The spray continues to hit me, pushing me along faster and faster as I slide down the street. Somehow it's not getting me soaked but it is pushing me at an incredible rate of speed. I'm sliding past houses like I'm on a bobsled attached to a rocket.

I leap into the air and start flying, still going really, really fast. The speed is absolutely dizzying, easily ten or more times faster than any lucid flying I've ever done. I soon leave civilization behind and I'm flying at super speed over grassland and hills. The sun is now up and early morning light is illuminating the landscape. My flight control isn't perfect and I do a couple of unintentional barrel rolls, fly higher than I mean to, then lower than I'd like.

Just as I'm flying over the top of another set of hills, I find myself in the void, suddenly moving much more slowly. Except it's not a complete void. I see a distant dream scene in front of me, almost like something I'm watching on television through a long, dark tunnel. I'm moving toward this new scene, rubbing my hands together and preparing to enter it.

It's a scene from some sort of grand luxury hotel, bright and really classic-looking. The men look sharp but indistinguishable from one another and the women are dressed in crazy feather- and sequin-clad dresses like something from the Roaring 20s. I'm now a part of the scene, standing in this hotel lobby, looking up as these amazing DCs pass by on the balconies above. I try to remember what I'd intended to do next, but the dream ends.

Friday 6/21/13

Last night bed 12:20 - 5:15am WBTB 5:15 - 6:22 Took GM 4mg+choline 300mg at 6:22 Had to get up from bed and go back at 7:10.

Got up at 10:11, after LDs and a very long and detailed regular dream.

I thought it will be a bust. I had to get up twice and got back to bed just 10 min before GM should have been on peak of it's action.

I started having the bright screen and some HH on bright background. I remember some writing that was sideways, as if you looked at book while laying down on your side. (That's how I was, on my right side on my sofa.) I was thinking too bad, because I'm nowhere near to asleep.

In fact I was still wide awake, or perhaps just aware, but felt like awake, when I got an idea to urge a LD. I remembered this post by serclif from yesterday, how he felt sliding off the bed. Well, I love my sensations, so I thought why not trying that. I gently pushed my left shoulder and it took over. Slowly falling over the edge of the sofa and pulling rest of me with it. It was similar feeling to rollin out, but perhaps little more controlled, since I didn't roll over, just drifted to the ground in super slow motion.

I did stabilize in few LDs, remember touching the wall and saying, "yup, feels the same as my wall, because it is my wall".

WILD and DEILDs

1. Remember being on my moms balcony from my bedroom, trying to get over the cables she has there for drying clothes. I felt the cables and the tension in them.

2. Same balcony, trying to prop myself over the cables.

In all of the remaining LDs I'm naked from waste up. Rest of me is wearing blue jeans. I must say I look good. Young and tanned.

3. After exit, I was kinda surprised and took me a second to get on my knees and get up. I went to the window and got out. There is nobody outside my apartment. It looks a little different.

4. After exit, I already knew what's going on. Jumped up and started singing some show tune, that I'm not even sure I know. Out the window again. Outside of the building, different than my apartment. I hear doors closing in the underground hallway. I walk in, place is lit by soft yellow light. I see one lady just closing the door from inside and she is not interested in my nakedness.

5. On the ground again, no surprise, I know the dril. Jump up, happy as can be, strike a pose and belt out a showtune. I get out of the building and find myself on a wide sidewalk next to the street with low traffic. It's winter and ground is covered in snow. I walk down the sidewalk and see one guy. I try to get him interested in my nakedness, but he makes a wide berth around me. I stalk him for a while, then give up.

6. I end up on the ground. Can't see, but I know I'm next to my sofa. Try to get out through the wall. I end up on the same wide sidewalk. It's still winter, but there are only few signs of snow on the ground. I hear a sound saying "this is a better place, there is lots of Stanford students here". And it's right. Student's are walking alone and in groups. They talk amongs themselves, having fun. I try to attract their attention and they see me.

7. I end up on the ground. Can't see again, so I figure if I just keep rolling, I will roll myself out of the builing. I roll for a while, I should have been out already, but I'm not.

8. I keep rolling again, this time for a shorter distance. Can't see.

9. I can't see, try to pry my eyes open with my hands.

I feel the ride is over. Not ready for that yet, decide to go to sleep and see if I can get a DILD.

Gawd, I just remembered I did the thumb/palm RC at least 2-3 times and it was awful. It's been progressively worse everytime I do it, because it bacame painfull and i feel as if it was tearing through my flesh. I gotta stop practicing this RC.

Reg, DR -
I'm riding in a car with someone, sittin on the back seat on driver side. We are in Paris and i'm looking at the map of the city. We went there to do something. I'm telling them that we should at least go and see the Eifel tower, since we are already in Paris. They agree and we start driving. I'm looking at all the great buildings and I realize I don't have my camera, since we only went for a short trip, not anticipating a sightseeing tour. Suddenly the driver doesn't wanna drive. I look out the windshield and traffic is heavy in this modern city. I offer to drive.

I end up with a friend of mine walking down the street full of street food vendors. So much beautiful looking food. Someone offers us a sample of pecan cake. Holly shit, it's so good. Pecans are crunchy and it tastes heavenly. We have to take some of it home.

We decide to eat. I want to try some small, flat fish, that's grilled to perfection. They have a ton of it in every booth. Then there are other see creatures and salads and soups and sweets. I take a plate, because that's what my friend does and go to the vendor to pile on some food for me. But then my friend puts the plate down. She speaks french so I ask her to help me. She is already sitting with a plate full of some grey looking stew and she says she won't help me. I guess she is pissedd because she picked crappy food.

So I go to the guy and tell him all the words i know in French. I say "bonjur monsieur, como ce va" and "pettit" plate. I would like a big plate, but all I can say is petit. He picks a big plate anyway and I ask for the grilled fish, but he is giving me some boiled fish, that's thicker than the grilled one. I'm telling him no, but he gives me that anyway. And I wanna know what the other food is, because he is admiring some fish eyes in a jar, and I for sure don't wanna that.

Then there is a guy, who jumps over the 12 foot fence and climbes on a double decker tour bus with open top. Everybody cheers for him.

A dream I got from a nap I had around 1:00 this evening.

I was walking down one of my suburban neighborhoods, or at least I assumed I was anyway. I'd been walking for a long time, I know that much. Maybe I was coming from school? Anyway, I don't remember what happened before I started walking. But I do remember walking along the sidewalk, nothing out of the ordinary, then all of a sudden, I spied these cats hanging out of a tree. They were climbing on top of each other, helping each other out of the tree... it was quite the sight and I knew it too. I knew it was anything but normal, though I don't think it occurred to me I was dreaming. Just that something strange was happening... but anyway, the first thing I did was want to get a picture of these cats doing their team building thing to get out of the tree. (I'd also like to note that they were fairly big. Like... the smallest one might have been the size of Garfield. No they weren't all fat, but I think you get the idea.) Anyway, I fumbled to get my I pod's camera function, but I was having so much trouble getting it to open up like I wanted. Rage started to brew inside me to the point I got so frustrated with the device, I threw it in some random direction. It landed on the side of a yard on the hill of someone's house. I looked back at the cats. With the biggest one on top of them, they trotted off, and I'd missed the abnormal event. Still angry as hell I missed the next possible internet phenomena (because cats), I went over to pick up my iPod. Unsurprisingly, it was broken, but not too much. Just a few things I needed to pop back in, like the sides, and the slider bar that you use to unlock the device... yeah, that digital little slider needed to be popped back into place. And it was red, which wasn't normal... maybe it was the power slider, but I think the point is gotten. The other part I spied was the sheer fact that I thought the screen was broken. Though with a little peeling, it was revealed the screen was just fine, and only the screen protector was damaged. Because peeling it off, I found more sweat and water beads than I did cracks on the screen.

And then I woke up.

Nothing involving Snow, Celicia or Apollo this time... nothing I wasn't sure I was awake for.

So I've decided to do a 30-day challenge of using the SSILD technique. I have experimented with the technique before with somewhat mixed success. So this time I'm going to use nothing but SSILD for the next 30 days and record how many LD's and FA's I get. So here we go:

Day 1

I went to bed a little bit after midnight, and woke up at 5:45 am. I went to the bathroom and then performed the SSILD cycles while focusing on my breath, WILD style. I distinctly remember 4 dreams, and one little scene from a 5th dream.

1. I was doing some kind of cross-country trip (except I was walking, but whatever). We were going across this long patch of ice that was pretty much a road. There were a lot of people on the ice, like it was a public pool or something. There was also a sign about how if you fall in the water, there are flying "superdogs" patrolling to lift you to safety. I went across the first time without much trouble, as it was mostly downhill and I was able to slide the whole way. The way back, however, was much harder. I got to a thin part of the ice and fell in. However, the water wasn't that cold, and I was able to pull myself back up onto the ice.

2. In this dream, I was sort of more of a passive observer. I was not part of the actual story, but I could see the whole thing and move about freely (kind of like the cutscenes in Half-Life). The story took place in some kind of hotel suite. This girl that looked like Selena Gomez was basically hiding from the police in the hotel room of this other guy. After a while, there was a knock at the door. The girl (I'll just call her Selena) ran to go hide, while the guy opened the door. It was my two RA's at college and two police officers coming to search his room. That dream soon ended, however.

3. I was working at my job as a cashier at a grocery store (don't mock, it's a summer job...). It was absolutely swamped, almost as bad as Christmas or Thanksgiving. The lines were backing up, and I was trying to work as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, nothing was going right. One lady walked out without paying after I told her her total, and on one order the printer completely shredded the receipt, and when I went back to reprint it, I couldn't find the button to do it. My supervisor came over and said something to me about showing up for work 3 hours late. I realized that I couldn't remember why I showed up so late or what I had been doing earlier that day. I thought, "Maybe this is a dream!" I wanted to take on the TOTM, but I wanted to make absolutely sure I was dreaming since actually getting naked at work IRL is kind of frowned upon. I looked for something out of the ordinary to prove that it was a dream, and sure enough, there was this big glass structure over my register, kind of like a big version of those glass shelters at bus stops. I was then confident that I was dreaming. I got out from behind my cash register and went to the front of the store. I shouted, "Excuse me, everyone, may I have your attention please?" I then proceeded to take off my clothes, which were a little tight, almost like they were made of spandex. I then shouted, "I'm naked!" No one seemed to pay attention though. I then went on to do other things, while naked, for a minute or two until I woke up.

I woke up at about 7:30 am. I wrote down these dreams in my journal, and did kind of a shortened version of the SSILD before I went back to sleep.

4. I was some kind of ghost zombie killer/treasure hunter. It was like some video game where I had to shoot these monsters while also going in the cave to collect treasure. The cave looked like it was at Disney World or some theme park or something. I had to go inside, grab this idol, and get out before the cave collapsed. I did this about two or three times. The last time, however, these three kids (about 10 or 11 in age) that I apparently knew followed me in. I grabbed the idol and turned around to find them behind me. I urged them to get out before the place collapsed. Two of them went ahead of me, but one decided to take up the rear and follow me. When I got to the exit, though, he was gone. I knew that I had to go back in and find him. I ran back through the collapsing cave and found a secret exit through this lake of some sort. It led me outside back to the entrance of the cave. I got out of the water and noticed this girl (pretty sure it was Selena again) acting suspicious. I decided to keep an eye on her. She went around this corner and had a confrontation with this lady, who I assumed was her mom. They fought, but then went around the corner out of sight. After a couple seconds, Selena came back around the corner. When she noticed me, she kind of panicked, screamed "I didn't mean to do it," and ran away. I could tell by her response and by the dramatic music starting that something bad had happened. I turned to the people behind me and told them to call 911. I ran around the corner to find Selena's mom and dad both stabbed in the heart, dead. I asked someone standing nearby what had happened, but they just told me basically gibberish. Soon after, I woke up.

5. (This fifth "dream" is technically just a dream scene. I don't remember when in the night it occurred, and I don't remember any other part of the dream other than this, but apparently I was lucid since I remembered my lucid intentions and fulfilled one of them.) I was in some kind of trench, sliding down into this abyss. I remembered that I wanted to meet my dream guide, and that he could help me. (I had already predetermined that I wanted my dream guide to be a large wolf-like creature named Bartholomew with fiery orange hair and the voice of Liam Neeson... yeah...) I tried to imagine him coming to my rescue, and he did, although he had just plain gray fur. He pulled me out of the trench to safety. After I was safe on solid ground, I asked him what his name was, and he replied with a low-pitched, "Bartholomew." I wanted to ask him some questions, but I soon either woke up or lost lucidity.

So, overall, I'd say a successful day 1 of SSILD. Technically 2 LD's in one night, which is a record for me, I believe. Can't wait to see what happens the next 29 days.

Day 1: LD - 2, FA - 0

1. coffee stolen
2. olivia munn and counterfeit money

i didn't sleep very well, i had a lot of energy going to bed and i definitely think it carried through into my dreams. lots of tension. i've been thinking a lot about being the "alpha male" -- you are the prize -- so i figure that all that energy has to go somewhere. sleep isn't really a good place for it.

the first dream involved getting breakfast. i woke up to go to the bathroom and decided to make some eggs. i was in a room with my sister. the toilet was right there, with no door, but i figured it wasn't a big deal because it was down the hallway a little bit. i'm holding 3 raw eggs on a little plate. the plate is way too small for the eggs. i try to put them on the burner, but it spills EVERYWHERE. i sop some up with my hands, but jesus christ, raw eggs are so gross. they start to smell and it's horrible.

i later meet with up Bobby Scar, and i explain how much i hate eggs. we're gonna go to macdonald's for breakfast. even though i try to eat healthy, i figure OK, that's fine. i can get a hash brown and a cup of coffee and maybe a sausage mcmuffin to go with my eggs. i am literally SO CHEAP. i can't not eat these eggs that are half-cooked that are waiting for me at home (that make me want to puke thinking about it in the dream). i get two large cups of coffee, and we bring them back to Austin's house. i go and do something and he has STOLEN MY COFFEES and fucked them up with cream and sugar! I am so irate about this! What the fuck?!! Does he even know how hard it is to nourish myself? the pains that i take when it comes to spending money and putting things into my body? and here he is with this stupid sense of entitlement, just because he can't find HIS coffee from macdonald's after looking 20 seconds that it's OK to take mine. I get back inside after he leaves (he drives the prius out on the way to work and i walk behind a tree so he doesn't see me) and the neighbors are here. I'm so angry; I rail on him and let him have it. It's just not fair, when he has "something" and I have absolutely "NOTHING" (wahhh). Chalk it up to the emotional baggage I carry deep within

Second dream: very convoluted sci-fi plot involving dogs in the porno industry. The whole corporation dissolves, and I find myself in a multi-tiered cafe that used to be owned by them. The collapse has driven the crowds out, but the owners are trying very hard to give the people good service. Let's show 'em what they're missing out on. So the owner (someone from the coffee shop) gets Marie back on the espresso machine. She starts steaming milk. Very odd association, that she would work here. I think "Hey, this is something that I can help out with," but immediately "NAHH FUCK THAT, I DON'T WANNA DO THAT!" So I go into the arcade. They have DDR machines! DDR Extreme. I want to see if Dimitri is there, and play DDR with him.

Lapse in continuity here, though I know they are connected. Someone calls the owner and starts to follow him around. It's actually a secret organization of nuns, and the head nun is calling using a voice filter to seem like a man. They're a futuristic organization. They start to come up with all these hare-brained schemes to capture us, like sending out a decoy car while they wait to take the real one that we're in. Nothing works though. (Family guy imagery in this part, during the demonstrations of their plans. Computer imagery.) Zoom into the car, where it's me, my sister, jessica from work, another girl, and olivia munn. We drive around (actually all of the girls are interchangeable except for me and olivia munn... those asians, man) and we have a suitcase full of counterfeit money. The other model girl says "yeah i made sure to take a cool half Mil for myself." I try to get a good looking hundred dollar bill, except olivia munn keeps handing me shitty bills that are ripped or foreign money, which is too small. Eventually I settle on a fifty dollar bill. Stingy. Plus I don't wanna get implicated here. We drive to a spot to meet someone, and she begins to tear her shirt in a very calculated fashion, tucking it up around her boobs to show her stomach. I let her know that I know what she's doing. "I can do THIS" I say, and show my muscles.... biceps. "Yeah that's pretty good, what do you do?" Oh, a little this, a little that. Depends... rock climbing or weightlifting for strength, sometimes I just want to look good and I'll do pullups.... blah blah. We stop the car, but it's in a sketchy area. "What the fuck, you can't surf here. This is a horrible spot." There are black dudes walking around. Jessica gets out to ask for directions or something, and I subtly move the car. The parking brake is in a really uncomfortable spot; there are clothes or plastic bins or something underneath the seat. "It's hard to drive with the park brake pressing into my DICK" i say, getting out of the car. That's where the dream ends.

Kind of uninspired, really. Uninspired dreaming, but I figured it was still worth it to write it down. Feelings of inadequacy and dissatisfaction. Nausea, with the eggs, and uneasiness. What do I get out of being so stingy? Not much, these dreams seem to say.

I was put in the role of a cat and someone else was the mouse, but there was more than one mouse. A black mouse and brown mouse. They were messing with my piano and i hit one with a pen while the other mouse was in the key. The dream went to the end of the "episode" and i went into the closet and there was a pink curtain. I ran through it and saw a giant black mouse. I ran out and ran back in. The mouse was brown, I ran out again and felt myself morph into a dog. I started screaming like a girl at the highest pitch and ran in a black square door. I then went into shock and the dream ended

At my cousins house, I was in the basement looking for a big Lego set that i could build. I only found one that had a green wing and a red wing, so I decided not to build it. I sat there and then went upstairs, "We are going to the grocery store" She said. I wanted to go with my mom. The dream suddenly changed to a long long sidewalk. I was racing my cousin and my sister down the sidewalk. My cousin was all the way behind us, but my sister had a random unicycle that she used. I had super speed and ran just as fast to be neck an neck with my sister. When we turned the dream changed back, I was in the car my dream thought my mom had. it was blue and very small with roller coaster seats, One of my cousins came with us and refused to put on his seat belt. We went in a circle and i found myself holding a bag of peaches, I grabbed 1 and it was bitten so i grabbed another and it was slashed, the third one was perfect. The dream ended.

I was in a dark neighborhood and down the street was complete darkness. Knowing that if i went down the street it could turn into a nightmare, I went into the house to the right and there was a child version of a robloxian inside the house. When I looked out the window I saw way more of the creatures going into the house and walking around. The child then pointed to the mirror, I saw myself as one of the children then it went into third person. I went outside and heard the children screaming and running in the house. It was like a giant tag game, but if your tagged you die and get respawned in a house. I started running to the left and saw a big box that had light emitting walls. I ran in, but it got me and i found myself back in the house. The child spoke to me "Press K to run". Not even thinking about it being a dream, I saw a random k key come up and I started running even faster into a dark tunnel in the box. I then woke up

It was the end of school and everyone was supposed to fill out and turn in tons of papers. Me being me, I had no clue what I was supposed to do and how to fill out the papers.
I found my best friend, Jayden, on the day we had to turn in the papers. I told her how I hadn't filled any out and was super confused. She just brushed it off and said it would be ok.
Then some girl walked up to me with my papers and said they had been graded. I was really confused now because I hadn't filled out any of these papers. I walked with Jayden over to a lunch table and said down.
"How did these papers get filled out?" I asked her. "I made sure all your papers were done, even the signature," Jayden replied. I noticed that the parent signature had even been filled, and it was a pretty good replica of my mom's signature IRL. "Wait, you filled these all out for me?" I asked her. She nodded. I thanked Jayden as we stood up. I turned around as this girl sitting at the table told me "I don't like you." It sucks that at this point I didn't become lucid by noticing it was a dream and I could swear her off, I just replied with "Good for you."
I then looked around to try and find Jayden, but she ditched me and I couldn't find her

I apologize for not being current with my entries, but the truth is, I haven't had any dreams recollections except for mathematical dreams, Many, many numbers. It's not like I love math or good at it, but the fact is, I started my new semester in college and I am forcing 6 weeks of algebra down my throat has a tendency to play a big effect on my mind. I haven't been recalling my dreams as much, because of the lateness of getting to sleep, and the rushing to get up and ready for my class. I see numbers in my mind as I am drifting off to sleep and the next thing I am recalling is 5x+43=2x-9 or S=PRT solve for R it's a nightmare. Hopefully since the weekend is approaching I will be able to have a more enjoyable sleep where I am able to recall what my subconscious is telling me. My subconscious is obviously screaming at me about x, y, and z,, but beyond that I want to explore what really lies beyond the variables and exponents. And I just want to be able to blink without it hurting.