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Only one dream from last night but it's certainly one of the craziest I've ever had!

Okay so I had the animated scooby doo by my side, the 3D animated one and I had to hide him from the cartoon one that was coming through a portal in a forest not too far away. We were both in this fairly open square tent and we both bolted for the open trying to get away. We both rushed through an open and very busy morning market. With blue sky above us and castle not too far off we clearly weren't in 2013. Nevertheless I glanced backwards to see if the cartoon one was behind us to see the scene switch as quick as a lightning strike. Suddenly I was in the middle of a cross-fire, not of real bullets though; nerf pellets. I instinctively ducked and looked around, as I did so the scene flicked back and I was racing through the market once more. Not giving a care to what had just happened we both raced into one market stall at the top of a grassy hill. Now I think back to it, it all felt so real and nice to have the sun on my back, blue sky and very colourful green grass. I looked around and once more the scene changed like a light coming on. This time people looked like they were in some kind of restaurant, however they were testing their nerf guns, making sure they loaded and fired properly, like they were preparing for an assault.

Looking back around I was no longer at the market, I was in a comfortable room and it was nighttime. I then heard a knocking on the window, it was my very small college friend Kathleen. She'd done something very bad and got kicked out of her house and needed somewhere to stay. Me being the kind person I am I lifted her through the window and into 'my room'. Not long after we were both watching tv on a large bean bag and all of a sudden she started feeling me up! O.o I look to my left and my girlfriend is sat right there! She didn't respond and I was shocked at what was happening. Then the dream ended.

i am in a house with M., S. and A. the house is located in a clearing in a coniferous forest. the scene is generally dark. the house has wood floors and a warm colour scheme.

then my friends and i are in my elementary school gymnasium. we are playing a game in which the goal is to guess what the other person is thinking of. the theme in this round is fetishes. i come up with an idea which turns into an entire dream scene:
this scene is in the style of a documentary and it is presented by a man whose appearance and mannerisms recall louis theroux. several muscular men wearing leather bdsm outfits sre gathered together in a field. on the edge of the field stand rows of huge metal bows (about twice the height of a person) which are anchored to the ground. "louis" interviews one of the men who tells him that this is a fetish. participants obtain satisfaction by being fired from the bow as if they were an arrow. louis chooses to undergo this process. an arrowhead attached to a short length of shaft is glued onto his forehead and he is placed into some kind of leather bondage contraption which keeps his legs together and his arms at his sides. the man pulls the bow back, releases it and louis flies straight through the air.
afterwards we are in a classroom with the lights off. some blue-white light filters through the window. we are discussing sexuality with a teacher figure who is male and in his mid-20s.

the scene returns to my elementary gymnasium but now there is a war going on. the tile floor has become bumpy and ragged, unevenly painted with blue, yellow and green stripes. i am talking to a tall, thin man in a suit who has unruly black hair about the war. i understand this man is jean-paul sartre. sartre complains that another writer's books are racist and colonialist and tosses them onto the ground.

next i am inside some kind of professional building with wooden doors and blue glass walls. a man is advertising his book on quantum physics. the cover photo of the book is a ripple in multicoloured liquid. i open the book. there is a grid on one page and each cell contains a line drawing of a person. on the opposite page the author derides all of these people, complaining that the men are "assholes" and the women are "sluts". on another page, there is a large circle labeled "A" to the left of a small circle labeled "B". the book describes how the larger circle represents the immediate effects of a quantum process while the smaller circle represents the other effects. the example he uses to elucidate this theory is that if you consumed lead atoms, you would experience mild symptoms immediately, while the rest of your family would become severely ill and mentally retarded but this would occur over a long course of time. (that's dream logic for you). when these two circles intersect, they supposedly create a ripple pattern.

finally I am wandering through the hallways of my elementary school. they actually look more like the hallways on the 3rd floor of the hospital but in the dream i believe it is school. the walls, floor and ceiling are flat white. the hallways are very narrow and take strange zig-zag courses, which is disorienting. someone tells me that there is a fire in the school. i am not concerned until i see brushed metal cylindrical objects careening through the hallways and spraying water, ostensibly to fight the fire. these 'robots' frighten me slightly.

Meeting of an old friend.
In this dream i wasnt very lucid but very memorable.
I was walking in georgetown with Matt, and we decide to walk into a headshop where i think it was village arts and crafts but different inside.
Then i see a different Matt from freshman and sophomore year. I went up to him and hugged him and told him its been a while since ive seen him.
He looked really stoned and i new he was stoned which made me happy.
Then he told me that i can get 1 thing that i wanted from the shop because he worked there.
i looked around, i saw pipes and grinders. But then i decided to get TNT, small white seeds in a ball of paper that pop when you throw it.

#163 - 6:58AM - DEILD/OBE

I have a micro awakening and go into DEILD mode.

The vibrations start right away. I transition out but something strange happens. I feel like I can feel my dream body and my physical body at the same time. I feel like my physical body is sliding out of bed while my dream body is standing up. I feel and then hear my other body slide off the bed and thump to the floor. I freeze wondering if that was real for fake. I didn't wake up so either it was not real or for some miraculous reason I didn't wake up. (I never thought something could be horribly wrong) Either way I'm moving forward.

I walk into the living room and see the the entire room has been cleared out. The hardwood floors are refinished but with out stain. Its just the natural color with high gloss. The walls have also been painted a nice green color. (All things I want to do. Not sure about the natural look though) I love the look so much. I fall to the floor and feel the slick surface. I need to tell Alysha that we need to the the floors like this. I look around and see the entrance to the kids room was where the front door should be and the front door was down a curved hallway were the bedroom should be. I note how odd that was but suddenly remember TOTM.

I stand up and turn to a wall. OK I am going to draw myself becoming a werewolf and then I'll transform. I reach up but forget to summon something to write with and start drawing on a wall with my finger. Nothing. I draw harder nothing. So I use my fingernail and scratch into the paint. That works. I scratch out a horrible bad drawing of a werewolf. There, now time to transform.

At that moment my wife decides that she needs to roll over and totally wakes me up! Noooooooooooo!

What's funny is that as I was trying to remember the dream I actually went back into it non-lucid.

I am sitting on the floor in the same room. I have a bare piece of flooring in my hands and I am smearing wood stain on it with my bare hands. I'm also trying to DJ my dream on it in stain. Some annoying DC guy walks up to me and keeps asking me if that was his mail box. I'm like, "Dude. What the hell? Shut up. I'm trying to write something." Then, the alarm wakes me.

I cannot remember much detail of this dream. A new paragraph signifies me waking up, but still in the dream.

I'm with my boyfriend and I am eating something when I begin to choke. I grab my throat with my hands and try to gasp for air. I'm trying to signal him to help me, but he just stands and stares with a half-smile on his face. This isn't like him whatsoever, but I do not think of the fact that I am dreaming.

I wake up. I am in a strange house, but at the same time it feels familiar. I am surrounded by a handfull of strange people, but they feel familiar as well. The lighting of the dream is dark and eerie, and I have an uneasy feeling. (I forget a lot of what goes on at this point.)

I wake up. I am in the same house, waking up to a weird man who looks like he is a carnie. (I forget a lot of what goes on at this point.) Next thing I can remember, I am walking through a wooded, outdoors-looking hallway, but it's inside the house. I come upon a huge snake that is hissing at me. I panic, but I pick up the snake and throw it into a stream that is also inside the house.. I walk through a maze, which is ALSO a part of the house, and come back into the room in which I woke up. At this point, I'm starting to realize that something is off.

I wake up. I am in the same exact room as my awakening before, and I wake up from the same sleeping location (bed, couch, i can't really remember which specifically.) Something is very wrong, though. Someone is there and they are trying to attack. I get up, run through the same forested alleyway, but I run into the snake again. However, this time, the snakes body has split in two making it a snake with one head and two bodies. I pick the snake up once again and throw it. This time, it is much heavier and much longer. I run towards the maze, and jump inside of it. I am getting panicky for it's hard for me to find my way out. (The only way back into the house is through the maze.) I finally make it back into the house.

I wake up. This time, I know I'm dreaming. So I think to myself "I must do something different," so I do not get up. Instead, I cover myself up and try my best to wake myself up. I try yelling "wake up, Hannah, wake up" but to no avail. It is impossible for me to scream at this point. I begin kicking my legs when I realize that I feel trapped inside my blankets, like tightly wrapped up and tangled.

I wake up. I am in the same bed, but do not realize that I'm still in the dream. I think to myself "Oh finally. I'm awake. That was terrible."
But then I see the face of the man from the dream, and I quickly look around me to realize that I am still in the house from the dream, so I know I am still dreaming. I cover myself back up and try my best to remember where in real life I fell asleep- where, in reality, am I laying right now? Then I remember- I fell asleep at my boyfriends house, in his bed, beside him. So I begin to (try) to yell "Zack, Zack wake me up. Please, Zack, get me out of here. Help me. Wake me up." But my speech is so slow and warped, and it takes all of my energy to make sound.

I wake up, but for real this time. I am confused and disoriented, and for a few seconds I do not recognize the room around me, but later came to and realized that I am back in my boyfriends bed. I also realize I am sitting straight up, panting, and my head is absolutely spinning with a terrible headache. He is awake with his arms around me, which was most comforting. I felt like I had been asleep for ages, and that the dream lasted forever, but when I looked at the clock, I realize that I had only fallen asleep less than two hours ago.

I have been having MANY of these types of nightmares lately. Draining ones, where I wake up and literally feel like I have fought a battle. All of my dreams have been nightmares, lately, too.

#162 - 4:42AM - WILD

I WILD straight into a scene outside. I was thinking about the beach and I remember sand but not much else. I didn't really do any control that I know of and just went with the dream enjoying the hell out of every second of being lucid.


At some point I have an FA. My wife keeps talking to me and I think she is the reason why I woke up. I tell her to shutup and leave me alone but she ignores that. After awhile I tell her, "I will slap you in the face if you don't leave me alone." She keeps talking then... WHAM! I vividly feel my right hand connect with her face.

I freeze. She doesn't make any sound or seem to move. I feel totally awful that just hit my wife! I expect her to go ballistic on me but nothing happens. Then I realize this has to be a dream. I roll over a little to note the feel. Yep that feels like my dream body. Sluggish, numb, and a little slow.

I move close to my wife to apologize. I still feel so horrible. We cuddle we automatically have sex.(menthol?) We do it for several minutes then I realize this is sort of a waste of time. The sensation isn't very realistic and I really don't want to risk waking up or *eehem* make a mess.


This dream is super long and unfortunately I have a huge memory gap here as well.

I am outside what looks like my back deck. I see the ground and it has no grass. I decide to teleport out of here but have no real plan. Just thinking about a sliders wormhole causes the view of my privacy fence to distort into ripples but there is no light or color. I raise a hand and see a sheet of rainbow static and then it breaks like glass. I summon the sliders device and point it at the fence. A beam shoots out and makes a proper wormhole. It doesn't last for but a second. Too bad. I give up and decide to teleport by falling backward. I relax and do the "Nestea Plunge"

The scene goes black and I feel myself softly land in my bed. I feel disappointed. I wait and notice slight vibrations but wonder if that was just expectation. I RC again by slightly moving my legs. Yep that feels like my dream body. I throw my legs over the side and scoot out of bed. This time I feel slightly stuck but force through it. I stand up and feel a little wobbly at first but it straightens out. I begin to hear some strange whispering coming from behind me and it frightens me. I don't turn turn around to look. I just say out loud, "SHUTUP.". It stops. I notice how vivid my voice is and my awareness moves to my mouth. I marvel how I'm really in bed asleep.

I walk into the living room and start to head outside. Again, I can think of no real plan just enjoying the dream. I begin to think about how super long the dream has been and think back to the beginning. I feel like I have it all in memory but I may have been lying to myself. During my retrospection I really didn't pay much attention to where I was going and was surprised when a DC stops me.

He is standing there blocking my exit from the house. The really odd thing about him was that he was headless. I feel like I know him but I'm shocked and really creeped out now. I look closer and notice that he is an exact copy of me but with out a head. There is no gore where the head should be. There's not even a neck. It's just smooth skin from shoulder to shoulder with a slight dip where the neck should start. I command him, "Tell me what you represent!" No answer. I know that he doesn't have a head but this a dream and there is no reason why he can answer me. I poke him in the chest, "If you don't answer me I will throw you out of here."
I wait and stare at him were his head should be. Looking at his neckless torso was just too much.

Slowly, he answers in a small timid voice. "Second Contentment" (but it sounds like second contentiment)
I'm still a little freaked so I come on really strong here. Annoyed, I yell, "SECOND CONTENTMENT? WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN!?!"
After a moment, he even more timidly replies, "I don't know."
I notice the door is wide open behind him and the porch light is on. I step forward to move outside and he moves with me. When we get on the porch I say, "Well guess what? I lied. Get the hell out of here." I push him off the porch and he flips into the flower bed and vanishes into the darkness.

Thinking back I wish I had been a little more gentle with him and tried to get some better answers. For whatever reason this is a part of myself that needed some attention and I was a mean bastard. The whole thing was just so damned creepy that I couldn't take it. Maybe next time I can be more calm.

I step out into the street. The scene was getting dark and I really had to try hard to maintain visuals. It feels windy and I feel like my eyes are drying out. Suddenly I realize that my physical eyes are open and must have been open for awhile. I can see the bedroom door. I don't panic but close my eyes and focus on seeing on the back of my eyelids. after some focus I DEILD back into the dream.

I see the neighbor getting in a car but I ignore him. I start thinking how I can't remember any goals. The only thing I could think of is how I was thinking earlier in the day that it would interesting to fly into work during an OBE. I live only 7 blocks away in real life so why not? I start in that direction down the street.

I see a long rectangular shape in the distance at the end of the street where it Ts off. (This still may have been my door) I focus on that spot and feel my body get light. I put my hands in front of me and my legs back. I get the strange focus effect and zoom straight there. Then I fly up over the houses and into the parking lot at work.

For some reason there are several dumpsters in the way. I note four are blocking my path to the long walkway leading to the doors. Two are blue, one is red, and one is green. I weave through them crouched and sneaking. I stand up right when I realize there is no need to be sneaky. Now, I see the doors as I slowly fly to them. It is dark inside and only outside night lights are on. Let there be light. Let there be light. Let there be light. Soon I see some bright fluorescent lights flicker on. Alright thank you! I fly up to the doors and phase through the glass windows. I land upright inside.

I take a look around and let out a loud "WOW!" The entire production area in this part of the plant has been cleared out. Instead of brick and steel there is sheet rock that has been taped and mudded but still bare with no texture or paint. Someone has built a stage on the left and down on the other side the break room has been opened up into a concession stand. I see Glen and Steve down there eating and walk to them. Glen is eating nachos and Steve has fried chicken. Before I speak to them I notice a guy on stage. I didn't notice then but can't help but think that he looks like anderj101. He is holding a black electric guitar and is standing next to a black baby grand piano. He seems messing with some equipment and waiting for people to show up. I ask him, "What am I supposed to do? I can't work like this." I don't remember his reply but it wasn't helpful. I jokingly ask, "Can I have sex on stage?" (menthol?)
He laughs and says, "Hell yeah. I'll play Final Fantasy Pewter Shooter while you do it."
I notice I am walking among tables now and I have a empty metal coffee can in my hand. I am tossing it up and catching it and beating on it like a drum. Just being fidgety like in real life. I get within inches from him and turn my left ear. Laughing, I ask, "Can you repeat that? Did you say Pewter Shooter or Peter Shooter?"
He acts like he can't remember and mutters, "Hmm... Peter. Pewter. I don't know. I think it was pewter."
"Are you sure because I want to remember this so I can look it up later." For some reason I don't want to mention that it's a dream. It feels like my great secret and a joke on the DCs.
"I'll probably forget half this shit anyway."

I freeze. Suddenly I remember how incredibly long this dream has been. I freak out that I will forget all of it. With this thought I open my eyes.

I'm not entirely sure but I want to say this dream got on close to an hour. It's really impossible to tell though.

I later had some non-lucids

Work
I was running a strange braid machine at work putting green nomex on a cable. It turned into a big confusing mess.

The bar 5:58AM
I was in some swanky bar walking out. There was a table with a big potted plant. I walk around it to be block by the only table with a yellow table cloth. There was an old man sitting with a young woman at a connecting table. I say, "Oops sorry" and side step them. He looks annoyed. Then I stop and suddenly want some beer. I turn back to the bar.

There is a middle ages mixed race woman. I ask her for "2 Budweiser Lemon... No I mean Lime."
She looks pissed off and hatefully says, "You want 2?"
I nod
With a smirk she tell me, "That's $18.30" She turns to get them and I start fishing in my wallet for a 20. I start thinking how much beer I could buy and take home for $20. I look down and notice she already has 2 bottles open and ready with a yellow label. Lemon?. I think about running away but instead I reluctantly hand her the $20.

Much later I have a nice DEILD that I'll post separate.

Goals: Get to the moon tower, see if I can acquire any items that may help my dreaming.

recall level: Vauge

Memory starts in front of a large, metallic tower on what I assume to be the moon. I gingerly tap the front door of the tower, as I have no other idea how I might gain access.
I feel a piercing gaze from the tower, as if it were scanning me (perhaps?), the unexpectedness of the scan shocked me and I woke up.

Dream 1:
It’s common for SSILD to cause a false awakening but I never expected it. I thought I was awake and my brother came in shouting: “It’s 4 o’clock!” I thought nothing of it, because I wouldn't be surprised if I slept until 4pm. I will do a reality check next time it happens.

Dream 2:
I came remember A LOT more from this dream, even though the order of the events are jumbled up a bit, it still makes sense… somewhat.

I was in Fiona McKevitt’s (daughter of my old babysitter) house. I’m pretty sure it was her house, but it looked nothing like it; it was a completely different house! In a way it reminded me of a furniture store. But everything was too similar and the room was too small for it to be that. It was odd that the chairs were the same as the old ones we had years ago (like 7 years…), I should have picked up on this and made myself lucid. I have feeling the material changed the second time I visited (I visited each location twice) but anyway my dad sat on the couch closest to the TV (directly opposite it). In a way he didn’t look happy but didn’t seem angry.

There was also sex in my dream (this is a dream sign – I should have realised!) There was a singer – who doesn't actually exist – that had a very provocative music video. It was basically him crouching down in a white background with a hard on and his back tilted down towards the floor with his hands supporting him. He looked like he came from a tanned racial background, and had a Hawaiian necklace if I remember correctly. I remember there was two boys that came up from the bottom left and right and put his his... junk in their mouth. They were basically just licking it while looking at the camera.

I was also on a bus; it was like the school bus but it wasn't. There was a boy who sat in front of me and he showed me a sexy video (it could have well been that music video). I laughed and handed his phone back to him through the side of the seat.

Like each other location I visited the bus twice, the second I was on the opposite side of the bus – front seat. I noticed my REAL SCHOOL BUS coming over the hill, and it was a narrow road. I couldn’t see anyone inside in the bus (but not in a spooky way). I was desperately putting my seat belt on in a panic. And as the bus came closer it stopped suddenly and my bus driver was calm. The fact it stopped so suddenly was unusual, should have made me notice something was up. Next thing I knew, instead of one of the buses reversing – they drove around the side of each other! The road was only wide enough for one bus! But still just like an non-solid object you could walk through, the drove past the sides of each other.

I was gasping while shouting at Donal (boy in my school that gets my bus), “Did you see that!?”

He was calm about it and was actually laughing because I was frantically putting my seat belt on earlier… that made me embarrassed.

I also remember sitting on my bed half asleep looking out the side and that teen boy that showed me the dirty video earlier was there and he did something sexy and I said something dirty back – not sure what.

The last and final thing I can remember from this morning was Bradley Dixon (an teen boy I was going after months ago) and he posted on gay teen chat sire I know: “so desperate from Newry Chat.”

But the thing is that Newry Chat was a website I owned and shut down 2 years ago. Why would my dream bring that up?

END OF DREAM MEMORY.

I had two or three beers last night.
I had three cups of coffee yesterday which I think helped me become lucid last night. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep for hours which happened somewhat recently as well.
I checked in to DVirc last night.


I was looking at a couple of red 4x4's and I knew that I was dreaming. I didn't even do an RC.

I started flying straight up and I felt like a rocket. I even heard the jets. I went above the tree line and started thinking, "I hope I don't get heavy." I focused on the sound of the jets and tried to just ride it.

Soon I saw stars, but I wasn't in space. It was more like here and there, there were spots of light, stars, hanging in our atmosphere. It was still awesome.

Soon after I did get heavy. I didn't exactly fall back to Earth, but I did dream-skip to Earth. I was on a country road. This was a similar theme to a recent lucid also, but this time I didn't really see the road.

I heard a noise and thought I'd go check it out. I followed the sound through some brush. It was really interesting to follow the sound. I was excited as I got closer and closer. I came upon a baby owl in a nest. I was afraid it would bite me if I wasn't lucid, but I was, so I picked it up. It was sweet, so I put it on my shoulder.

Now I went back to the road. A car wizzed by. I tried to step in front of it. This was similar to jumping off a small cliff and into a river in a recent lucid. I find I like to court danger when I'm lucid. Why not?

Then I heard a cop following this car. I was going to wait for it and step in front of it, but it never got there.

Dream skip

I'm in a metal pre-fab building. I forgot the junk that was in it, but I decided to leave and FAILED in my attempt to phase through the wall. I was pissed! I've been having trouble phasing which used to be a natural ability for me. I know the wall isn't there but I still cant pass.

I ended up ripping the wall like cloth, but it took effort. This development really concerns me.

I ended up in a room with E. I wasn't going to do anything with her, but decided that I'd had a pretty varied dream, and maybe it was time to enjoy some female activity. She left, and I ended up trying to explain to another girl whom I was not interested in, the difference between a 1964, '69, and 70 half dollar.

The stupid DC wasn't listening to me. The dream started breaking up here.

Total Sleep time: 8+hrs

Dream recall method: Dr1- noted sentences; Dr2-Dr7 – none

Other: I was feeling very sleepy and tired; there are some gaps in my memory, some fragments re-emerged later.

After HI and falling asleep: I noticed something after briefly waking in the first hours of sleep; now all I am left with is the vague memory; was it dream talking again?

Dream1: We are waiting for the tram, most of my DC friends are dressed officially, but I wear some casual clothes. I am slightly worried about that, but they say “I wish I had your attitude towards life”, “Yeah, but sometimes I feel afraid from all those things I know”, I reply. [I wish I knew what I know, but perhaps it’s better I don’t]

Fragment2: I see the beach, initially I want to go for a swim, but the waves are quite big so I decide against it. My mom is also there.

Fragment3: Looking for a place to hide from two DC women. This is some kind of back stage for something like a theatre, I hope they won’t be looking for me there.

Fragment4: Some posts on DV.

Fragment5: We ran out of toilet paper.



I try WBTB. This time I tell myself, I would be less sleepy and more concentrated. I spend some time in bed awake, concentrating on my body and some sounds from the neighbors, then I quickly transition into the dream.

Dream6[Low Quality Lucid]: I find myself in a familiar room, something like my boyfriend is also there. I know that I am dreaming and I do not bother to RC. I am absolutely passive, just being in the room, I feel as if I am drunk, so heavy. I am sitting on a chair doing absolutely nothing, noticing my behaviour and somewhat annoyed of this but also so tired. This DC is sitting next to me. I take some time to examine him, he looks a lot like my boyfriend, yet I know that’s not him. I find him rather unpleasant. Everything is so stable, and I feel as if I have been sitting there forever, exchanging some random thoughts with this fake bf. I tell him that this is a dream, and he repeats a few times “lucid dreaming”, that’s the only thing that amuses me. I don’t like being there at all…

Dream7, DEILD: I awake for a short while, rather unconscious, open my eyes, rollover and then I enter the dream again. I am thinking “Oh, I DEILDed”, but I really did not mean to do that. I find it strange that I am still there. I feel so tired. I finally remember that what I want to do is change the scene, just imagine a scene, I remind myself. Nope, does not work. Then I see some kind of a poster with some beach and palms and try to concentrate on it… The dream does not fade...memory gap, I think I fall into unconsciousness again...



Dream8: I am with my parents, in some a tourist village near the sea. I want to buy something, so we are looking for the right store. Then I check what money I have with me, I have stamps, which are some kind of certificate serving as money? By the time we get to the store, all the shops are closed. I don’t care that much, but my parents are disappointed that I couldn’t buy anything.

Had 2 lucids last night, which was completely unexpected. The first one:
Somehow I become lucid near my house outside. I don't remember doing any RCs but I think I did. I did however stabilize it like 3 times. Its very cloudy out, and I want to clear the sky of clouds to make it sunny out. I did make a small hole in the south-west region. I tried again but to no avail. I then said screw it, and decided to make it precipitate outside. It got dark out and started snowing flurries. I decide now to fly, and couldn't. I then find a curb along the street that was 3 feet tall and jump off and fly.
I fly east, and fly near a large industrious brick building. Somehow I try to fly over it but get trapped inside. It looks like from the 1970s with orange everywhere, and there also was people in there. There were oilworkers talking to the receptionist, while I tried to make a door to get out. The door wouldn't open, so I turned the bend and jumped out the window. I'm now in a large city, and see a large black building. I flew to it, and realized it was the sears tower. I fly to the top and put a mini empire state building ~6 inches, onto of a glass thing with flashing lights.
I then see the moon in an oval shape, trying to warp to a perfect circle. I then fly to it, and it flashes red and blue, like for 3D glasses. I don't remember much,except that everything was extremely detailed, much more than last time. I think then I lost lucidity and went to a martian colony with some friends.

Number 2:
I remember climbing up some stairs, and reach the top. There is 3 blue water slides. I wanted to go down one, and only one as the climb was very long. I ask the life guard if I can go down one, he says yeah. I choose not to as it looks as if you need an intertube. I then sit down in the water, and slide down a bit, but wait for the person ahead to go. I then go down and start screaming, it was almost vertical straight down. It was extremely fun, and I remember twice going upside down somehow.
I get out of the end and walk to the parking lot. I see a funnel cake stand. I walk up and ask if they have funnel cakes. They said they have many flavors, and she listed them. I suspected these were packaged funnel cakes when she said chili flavor. I ask if they were fresh and she says no. I then walk east into a restaurant, I ordered one buffet. She asked for 10 dollars, and I realized I had no wallet. I ran out the door, and into the parking lot. I then think I become lucid, realizing I don't own a SUV where I thought I left my wallet. I reach into my back pocket and decide to make money. I felt a tag and pulled out a $5 bill. I try again and pull out a $1. I look at my five aging and now its $10. I run inside and realize I need to pay tax. There is a homeless guy on next to a table and I grab two quarters, leaving the fifty-cent piece. I slam the money on the counter, and grab my $1 dollar bill back, except that now it was 2 two dollar bills. My dream started fading, and they completely removed and replaced the floor and table. I think I realized it and went to the table to see my water glass refill itself. I drank some, it was pretty good, but also had a chemical taste.

Location: gf's apartment
Bedtime: 23 : ??
First wakeup: 04 : ??
Final wakeup: 08 : ??

Beauty girl (dream)
I met a cute/beautiful girl in some public waiting room that had yellow walls. Somehow we went outside same time and we got in contact. She was looking to be around my age (21 year old). But somehow it seemed that she was even younger than that, like 15 maybe?
Somehow I felt llike I were in love with her. Her personality and look was just perfect. But I knew that I already have a girlfriend and therefor I didn't go further.
She seemed to be interested too, but she knew I already have a girlfriend I think.
We talked in some seconds or so, and then we kind of splitted. Then I thought I just can be her friend and I thought I could get her number.

The number started with 073-833 but then I don't remember the other digits/numbers, it shall be 4 more.
When I woke up from the dream, I kind of wanted back into the dream and talk with her more..

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Oh, and she also kissed me on the cheek.
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Dollarstore (fragment)
Me and my gf were buying sweets at Dollarstore.

Quark (fragment)
I was at my job/internship or at my dads job (or both?) and searched for my quark in the fridge that actually looked like a dishwasher.
I found the quark, but I had forgotten the funlight to mix it with. So I then just took the quark and were going to head home and eat.

I was overeating at an all you can eat buffet. My dad was there, and I knew somehow that he was reprimanding me about eating with serving utensils, but what he actually said was something about penguins (?)

What I think this dream is about is that at times I am so hard on myself that I interpret comments of others (such as my dad in this dream) as being critical of me because I am critical of me whereas in reality I may be reading something into their comments that was not there after all. He commented about penguins, and I interpretted it as a criticism of my table manners. I got to watch out for that.

Dream recall from today's naps.

Nap #1:

I was attempting WILD and the room was different, but it was normal for my dream self, after attempt i managed to randomly recall a fragment, which is most likely from previous dream, then i went through some rooms and different clocks were showing different time, later some family members decided to help me with WILDing for some reason and as i closed i saw moderator panel of some forum.

Recalled fragment: Some grey/rusty indoors area.

Nap #2:

I was apparently some character from The Simpsons and i was eating alot of candies.

got lucid last night. DILD, tho a failed WILD attempt contributed by running consciousness close enough to the dream's inception that it was easily retrieved. i probably lapsed in awareness for less than a minute. until i fell asleep for this dream, i had remembered the previous one perfectly. it was much longer; i felt it was probably the preferred REM cycle. i might or might not make an entry for that one.

...i entered a tunnel to escape from a frenzy. a bear? indoors, public, carpet, cheap decor. like an office whose decor hadn't changed in 40 years. the opening to the tunnel existed in the wall, probably more toward the floor. the inside was like what at the time i compared to the ear canal, but now am thinking glacial cave is more like it: undulating, "ribbed", organic walls, taller than it was wide. cramped. i was horizontal and had to crawl or drag my body through with my arms. it wasn't difficult. (likely inspired by a "snow fort" my friend's brother made in their backyard years ago, a narrow tunnel laboriously carved out of a mound of compacted snow). it was a short tunnel. it curved. the walls were off white beige smooth plaster, which contributes to the ear comparison, like it was an anatomical play structure at a children's museum. as i rounded the bend i spontaneously became lucid, or more aptly, remembered that lucidity was my goal, to which i reacted w/ an "oh right, yeah. let's do this."

-pause-
for the past ~6 years, every time i became lucid, my enjoyment of the dream was impeded by an "imperative" attitude: as soon as i became lucid, i would impulsively try to recall some "thing i wanted/have to do" and attempt to accomplish it "before it was too late". these would be things like frantically attempting to stabilize an already-stable dream, impulsively dream spinning for no reason, labored flying because "it's supposed to be fun goddamnit". either that, or just experiencing the dream influenced by a general notion that there is a "right way" to be going about that i'm neglecting. these intrusive notions occurred around the same time i was trying too hard to attain lucidity, and both factors ironically contributed to fewer and shorter LDs. i eventually gave up, although the imperative attitude still managed to bleed into accidental LDs that occurred every now and then.

fast forward to this "3rd wave" of active LD interest. one of the first things i did when re-acquainting myself with the principles of lucid dreaming was realize that i had been trying too much too soon. instead, in order to acclimatize myself to the lucid dreamworld, i've been planning, the first (half?) dozen or so LDs, to just. chill. sit down, feel the grass, look around. maybe meditate, as enso from IRC suggested, saying that it helps stabilize and improve the quality of the dream. as last night's LD reminded me, however, focusing on even the simplest agenda is easier said than done.
-resume-

i knew there was another office at the end of the tunnel. before lucidity it was likely to be just as perilous as the previous, but it was practically empty of characters once i reached it, as i knew it would be. i looked around. to my left, there was a "fireplace", unlit, possibly fake, by which stood a "bear", stuffed or real i didn't really care since it wasn't about to do anything. might've totally been a hat tree. to my left, a large desk and a row of green windows, some partly open, fluttering the long lightweight curtains. it was overcast outside, which i could tell not from looking outside, but from the light. up ahead, who knows? a wall, a hall off to the side, and a sofa, i imagine. the carpet was short, old, a dusty faded red. i felt it. it felt like a carpet that looked like that should feel, rough, though my focus was more intensely on the sensation than it would be in real life. brushing the carpet released a smell. it rose in wafts, i saw them. they were powder blue, with dust. there might've been some big cartoon stars. it smelled dry and musty.

by the time i was done i had already decided i'd have to find a place where soft chillin' would be less boring, probably outside. i looked up and i was already by a window. i opened it and looked down. green and yellow grass, not too far, but far enough that i wouldn't be able to get back into the window if i failed to take flight-- i was hoping the height would give me a head start. i've experienced enough failure trying to launch off ground zero. in any case i knew it wouldn't hurt if i fell. it all came true, of course. i jumped, i fell, didn't hurt.
the building was behind me. ahead, maybe 20 feet, was a small wood. to the right of that, a field of white clouds, gray above, pink below, fluffy. i got up and tried again to fly, upright, and succeeded. it was a slow rise. i watched the clouds change with my perspective: they began 10 feet off the ground as a plane of hovering watermelon sized puff balls. they multiplied as the altitude grew, to thicken. i watched as each new plane of texture approached, became level with me, then passed below. in the back of my mind i dreaded my inevitable deceleration. (note that by this point, i had obviously lost sight of keeping it simple.)

it wasn't long before the expectation of running out of flight juice overrode my enjoyment of the clouds. i felt i had been flying in one direction (upward) too long. gravity would take over any moment. so i leaned, left. i watched the building's grounds pass below me. i went the distance of a football field. i slowed down while nearing a lot of high school students standing in small groups, socializing; perhaps school had just ended. (who knows what that building was for? it was a school AND an office, alright?) i landed by one of them. i knew these people. nerdy friends of friends. i don't remember saying anything, though i would have remembered several hours ago. i woke up seconds after.

what did i take from this experience?
-i'll have to make a better point of keeping it simple, since my dream self has a natural bias against it, even when lucid.
-i'd like to try to take deliberate note of the details and makeup of my surroundings. for one thing, it'd make recall easier. i'm tired of knowing exactly what happened but being uncertain of the details that would allow me to put it into words.
-even when you're lucid and you think you'll remember everything, you won't. i already knew this, but now i have recent experience to substantiate it.

it was a very short dream, which was disappointing, but otherwise not a bad thing. keeps post-analysis manageable. however, i can't imagine keeping a dream journal every night; writing this took forever, and nothing even happened.