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This was the first of two lucid dreams from last night. I've had a very irritating cough the last few days, so this gave me the perfect excuse to combine menthol cough drops with my usual Wednesday galantamine night. And yet again, the pre-game LD psych-up session with NewArtemis not only helps me get lucid but also makes her pop up as a DC!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #76: Prison Break

I'm experiencing hypnagogic imagery that involves some dark, concrete courtyard. I go through some transition (not sure whether DILD or WILD) but I somehow wind up in this scene, fully lucid.

I'm crouched in the shadows by a low stone wall. I'm dressed all in black and I have a submachine gun or carbine (with suppressor attached) clutched in my hands. I don't want to use it unless I'm forced to -- I know that I'm here to break someone out of prison and if I'm forced into a firefight I'll be surrounded by guards in minutes.

I become aware that I have an earpiece in my left ear and NewArtemis is radioing instructions to me on how to pass through the prison undetected. Her voice is calm, clinical, and precise. "Stay low and keep close to this wall. Stop before you get to the light."

I stay crouched down and creep along the wall toward a well-lit spot near a gap in the wall. My footsteps are alarmingly loud, like I'm wearing some kind of clunky loafers. I wince at the sound. I decide that I want to be barefoot and immediately I am. I skulk even more carefully this time, trying to move sort of like what's-his-face from "Splinter Cell". Now my footsteps are completely silent. I feel really smug about this.

I stop just before reaching the spotlit area. Pausing for a moment, I rub my hands together to stay connected with my dream body. NewArtemis again: "[CanisLucidus], check your 2." I take this to mean "2 o'clock", and indeed at 2 o'clock I see a darkened guard tower. A lone guard with a rifle patrols here and I'm surprised to see that he's completely black-clad just like I am. I think that I have a good shot at killing him pretty cleanly from where I am, but I don't even want to go there.

"He's turning. Go now." I think about rolling for a moment but decide that's too fancy-pants. Instead, I just scurry across the lit area and into a new set of shadows.

"Good. Stick to the wall and head to the opposite end of the exercise yard. The way inside will be on your right." I move along the wall all the way to an ultra-dark corner of the yard. The doorway is about forty feet away, a pair of solid-looking steel doors arranged like the doors of an elevator. I'm wondering how I'm going to get in when I awaken in a fit of coughing.

Notes
Semi-lucid/gaining lucidity
Lucid

I recall several dreams from last night.

#1 - I had a dream, but don't remember what it was. I wake up.

I attempt WILD but cannot tolerate lying on my back; roll over on my side, and fall asleep. While I fall asleep, I still focus on my intent to go lucid: "The next thing I experience is a dream; I am aware; I am in complete control."

#2 - I am in a small taco restaurant. It's a hole-in-the-wall restaurant; the walls are avocado green, and the paint is chipping. There is some sort of unnamed danger or dangerous situation. I am looking for M__ , but I can't find him, and I'm getting nervous and anxious. I am calling out, "M__? M__? Where are you?"

I have been dreaming for roughly 30 in-dream seconds when something filters into my brain. "I need to be aware. I need to be aware. I need to be lucid," I think. As this happens, my awareness increases. I begin to realize on a basic, non-lucid level that I am dreaming. That awareness increases and leads to a further desire to become lucid, until the dream scene loses its fogginess and I am fully lucid.

I know that I am dreaming. The anxiety of the dream that led to my lucidity has not faded, however - I'm still anxious and scared, even though I know that this is a dream and I am theoretically fully in control of the environment. I don't like the taco place at all and, although I know that I should explore my current environment to reinforce my lucidity, I am anxious to get out of there.

I remember Advanced Lucid Task I, which is "Find a treasure map and follow it to treasure". I decide that it is far better to pursue that than hang out in the creepy taco place. I attempt to do a scene change by closing and covering my eyes and focusing on an outdoor scene, but fail. When I open my dream eyes, I also open my real eyes.


I wake up. I immediately do a reality check; nope, I'm actually awake. I attempt to WILD but I feel overheated and I can't get comfortable, I'm way too hot. I get up and turn down the thermostat. I lie back down.

#3 - I am riding a bus alongside a canal. The road is actually level with the water, and the concrete sides of the canal rise above us. I'm riding it with a friend but I don't remember who. It's a coach bus, rather than a city bus. It connects with a ferry and a cruise line called "Olympia". I can only get to where I want to go to on the cruise line, but I'm worried that I don't have enough money. Right now, the emotional tone of the dream is fairly neutral.

The bus reaches its destination, and we get off the bus. I read a sign that indicates where the ship we're looking for docks. It docks in a ruined old building; upon inspecting a city map (note: appearance of a map possibly has something to do with my earlier focus on a treasure map) and based on my knowledge of the area, I realize that it is an old orphanage that was destroyed by a fire.

I take several photos of the orphanage with my camera. When I look at them again while I am showing them to my companion, there are ghosts in them; I am immediately extremely afraid, and the tone of the dream changes to one of great anxiety and fear.

I wake up. I'm not as hot any more, and much more comfortable.

#4 - I have a small blond boy with me. He needs to go to the bathroom. There is a van that is supposed to be a bathroom. The child climbs inside and begins to enthusiastically pee everywhere, like a fire hose. The whole thing is presented with the buzz and excitement of a 90s television commercial that is aimed at kids. The kid finishes peeing and climbs out of the van... he is soaked in urine. The woman who is in charge of him (I have switched to 3rd person) complains that he smells awfully ripe, and doesn't want to put him in their car; the man he was with doesn't seem to think it's a big deal.

#5 - I am running a chatroom. An idiot comes into my room and is being very annoying. I ban him from the room, but am unable to block his messages. He is spamming me with messages, and it's becoming increasingly irritating. I look for a support button for the website I'm running the room for, so I can ask how to ban him from sending me messages.

The dream shifts. I am now recording clips of myself pushing and riding a medical cart up and down a beach, so that I can edit it into one video and put it up on the website.

#6 - I am an old man. I am dressed in a rough gray scarf, a worn gray suit, and a brown jacket. My skin is old and dry and wrinkled by age. I am now not the old man, I am watching the old man. He is walking down a city street. It is more like an urban slum, like the areas of large cities that are forgotten and neglected.

He -- I mean, I, now -- watches a train go by. He/I meets up with a companion, a bigger guy with a shaved head. We want to go into a building, which is an orphanage, but the building is right along the train tracks and you have to walk across the tracks to reach the door. We have to time things carefully; the woman in the building opens the door, we wait for the first train to pass, and then leap before the next comes. The woman is wearing a plum-colored, old-fashioned traditional British maid's outfit, with frills along the apron. She has brown hair and looks like she is in her late teens or early 20s.

We go through the door. The orphanage is now a restaurant. There are corrugated metal stairs leading upstairs, where the food is served. We are on kind of a foyer. The restaurant has 3 floors, we are on the middle. The door behind us has turned into one of those metal gates that shopkeepers raise and lower to open or close their stores at night. We are level with the street; the street is now paved with bricks, and the train track is gone. Each of the levels of the restaurant is level with the street. I feel the floor moving beneath me; the restaurant is actually a truck.

I wake up. Attempt WILD, fail. My heater is distracting me. I think I will have to turn it off at night.

#7 - I fall asleep. I am in a small town in an area with a temperate climate, although I can't say specifically where. It is summer. There are several wooden buildings, many of them shops. I am now playing a video game. I go into a shop and meet a character and befriend him. He is a large bald man who looks like a biker. I go into another shop, a leather-working shop, and there is a cutscene. A man comes in with a gun and threatens to shoot the shopkeeper. The biker I befriended shows up with perfect timing, and disarms him. I understand that if I had not befriended the first character, the cutscene would have ended more tragically. I exit the shop.

Ninjas bound through the trees on the outskirts of town. I realize that I am in no shape to combat ninjas without armor. I re-enter the leatherworker's shop and ask about armor. He tells me to give him a pattern for what I want, within an inch of my measurements, and he will produce it for me. I have an idea of what I want, but I need to find a photo and draw a pattern. I go back outside.

The ninjas are dancing around in the trees. There is a female ninja with long hair and a long, pale blue scarf. She is wearing some kind of dark purple 70s pantsuit/leotard. She slices off the ear of another female ninja with short, blonde hair. She springs off of tree branches, and it looks like ballet. I think to myself (semi-lucidly) that that is ridiculous and could never happen in real life because those branches would not support her weight and nobody can jump like that.


I wake up.

No lucids but I did have some long dreams. Before I went to bed I wanted to wake up at 4:30 sharp to do a WBTB. I woke up at 5:32 with this dream:

• It was a bright sunny day outside. My friend and I boarded a "convertible" train heading east/NE. We were on the last car, on top of a pile of hay. Then the other passengers boarded including a girl who sat back-to-back with me. She scooted off to one side, and the train took off. It was hot that day so the train had built in misters to keep everyone cool. However noisy children kept on hitting the mister button, and complaining about something. Some point I got off the train, and see a father buy an ice cream cone for his son. Some how I have a hold of his cone which is melting rapidly. I lick it so it doesn't drip. His dad buys him a cup, and I give it back to the kid except a glob of ice cream lands on his iPhone.

I then went back to sleep seeing how I was an hour off to do a WBTB just like last night. My alarm woke me up, and I went to go eat breakfast. My mom then yelled at me and said It was 5 AM not 6. I looked at the clock and it was indeed 5 AM, so I actually did wake up at 4:30 sharp. I went upstairs and my alarm clock did day lights savings, except they date was a few days late and I already changed it. I fell asleep and recorded this:

• The dream is far in the future, and I have a job of a police officer in California. I get a dispatch to a disturbance, and jump on my futuristic transformer motorcycle. I drive down the highway looking at the future cars including a semi-RV. I had ~9 min to get to my location, as my helmet had a HUD. I somehow crash into a parking ramp and don't get there in time. I get off my motorcycle and run through the adjacent apartments hallways pushing a black man out of the way. I jump through the window and land in a plaza. I went to the restaurant, and being tired I sat down at the nearest table. There was 4 people there and I asked this old man next to me if he knew where this girl was. He said no. I asked him I he knew anyone who could know her. He said no. I asked him do you know any 15-16 year old girls?(i'm 16 not 45) He actually said yes there is one across the street. I thanked him and left. The woman he was referring to was in her mid 50s and was talking with my mom. The saw me and avoided me. I followed them in to the office, and they were still talking. The lady says next time she makes a Hollywood movie she will dedicate it to my mom's films she made. The next thing I know I'm watching a documentary about how the future came to be. California was now the 2nd biggest state in size, and Texas looked like a ink splotch. Also the Midwest was now one large state which was very rich and powerful. I watched them build this city in fast forward out in the middle of nowhere. The largest building was 50 stories, made of stone, and had blue roofs. It looked like a combination of a cathedral and a castle. The last thing I remember was a shitty farm developing across the street from this huge building.

So once again this dream starts out like a movie (third person, I'm just watching it all unfold but I'm totally unaware of my body).

There's two spies that get a phone call about the same operation. I guess they need both of their unique talents to finish the job. The objective: Find a girl who's been kidnapped and take out everyone involved.

First scene shows them separate (it's animated, but looks kinda real), the guy gets a phone call while he's in the shower banging a chick. That part is blurred out, and I'm laughing. The next scene shows the female just getting out of the shower...her robot butler comes to give her the phone. She listens in, and the scene changes. To the objective I mentioned earlier. Then it goes back to her. She hangs up the phone...brushes the robot a couple of times with her towel, and then stuffs him down the toilet. After that, she sits down, takes repeated dumps in the toilet while the credits sort of roll.

(yeah weird anyway.)

The next scene has her walking through the forest, and she comes up on an old house where she thinks the girl is being held. The scene pans inside the house, and there's a lady with the kidnapped girl. Soon the female spy (never had a name in the dream but slowly started looking like Cristina Applegate) is whispering to the girl to follow her. The little girl is saying things like "why", and "where are we going", in regular speaking voice. The sight of frustration on Cristina's face has me laughing pretty hard. They make their way to the girls holding room. It looks like a regular girls room. (full of stuffed animals, can hardly see the bed, and closet because of them) Cristina moves some dolls out of the way to reveal a hole for their escape. The girl keeps talking super loud and Cristina just has to leave because the other lady can hear her, and she's coming to check up on them.

(meanwhile back at the Hotel....I'm now the male Spy)

Cristina and I are arguing about how the job went sour, and we're going back and forth, and it's getting really heated. There's anger and sexual tension between us. She closed in on me really tight, still panting and said "you know what we should do"? We both sat down on the bed at the same time, and said "order pizza". I looked at the mirror and said "who writes these roles for me"? She said "well you know I never get naked in my movies anyway".

Scene change.

We're (two other agents and Cristina) at a parking lot where we think the guy is. I see a truck that has this black jug of stuff (I forget the name, but it specifically states that it's for killing people). Meanwhile one agent is talking about how no one ever mentions BP locks. "Master Lock gets all the credit" he continues. We get to a BP green locker that a child could have opened. Corny Jokes ensue.:

"I bet i could have turned it to any random number and it would have opened"

"Did he really lock this? It seems like he just glued it".

(they were funny at the time....anyway)

The table I'm standing on is wobbly so I tell one of the other agents to get it. He get's a silver chain, dog tags, and a penny out. There are ton of other documents but he's all like "this is all I need I got this". "And if you're wrong" I question. He doesn't say anything and we head inside the building.

There's a fancy dinner going on, two choirs are singing, and Tyra Banks is hosting it. Recall goes completely blank here. Maybe there was some runway stuff going on...I know a cracked another joke somewhere. Then some guy comes out and says they're going to have a battle between the two choirs. "Old school vs. new school". They both sang the same song, but the old school choir was doing this dance with their hands up, while stomping back and forth (like zombie part in thriller) It was silly.

No recall today. I woke up at 8am and went back to sleep for an hour, I remember that I did dream, however I didn't remember until an hour or so later and I have no memory of what the dream was about.

Maybe tonight, fingers crossed.

So here how its start''I was awaken in the middle of the night,and i see my maid near the refrigerator and i asked can i suck your t*ts,she said yes
i grope her bre*st,open her t's and bra,then i lick and suck it goes then it just goes blurred,morning happen and i see her,ask can i suck again,she said yes,then it goes to s*x..every inch of her body i see and taste,even cum inside her(OMG).."here its stop

note: my maid is in her 25th,she got a petite body and pretty face
the next days i asked her does she dreamed about me and she just blushed
also i never have see her naked body

Extra: i'd think,i dreamed about her because ,when i goes home i saw her sleeping posture in the sofa and its so inviting so it riled up my lust,then i see her in my dream

the conclusion is that you have to be thinking about the object before you sleep and focused enough that it goes to your subsconsciusness

So we were in this classroom.

And by we, I mean an odd mixture of my old classmates from different year levels here in the very same classroom. One of them was my ex. It was then that I realized we were in a math class, after seeing my math teacher when I was in 7th grade. Thankfully, no lecture.

That day was more like a day for document compilation for building our student portfolio which would be submitted by the end of the class.

Everyone else has already submitted their portfolios but one. My ex.

So my ex and Mr. Professor talks debates for a while on "why don't you have your portfolio with you?" "I can have it by the end of the class, I just blah blah blah blah blah stuff."

I'm really poor at recalling conversations, sorry. But I do remember how ex moved next to the seat to mine to ask for assistance. I said sure.

She asked me if she could borrow some stuff. I remember how disorganized she was. Like her pile of books in her bag was so disorganized. She had a blue bag with white stripes. Then I remember seeing some really big kindergarten crayons lying around some documents while she was sorting out the stuffs she's going to need for portfolio building.

Anyway, in the midst of all that, she tells me that she forgot something, blah blah. "Can I borrow your pen? I lost mine." I saw a black pen squeezed in between the pile of books in her messy bag. I slowly pluck it out, and show it to her in a teasing manner. No words spoken, but my face was like, "and what's this?"

she says, "but that's yours.." OH IT IS? SO THIS BAG? THIS MESSY BAG, THIS IS MINE TOO? (I actually never asked that question ever in the dream, I just realized it now - so the pen is in that bag, so that bag was mine? or was it that she borrowed that pen earlier in a dream scene? uhdunno.)

But anyway, I just answer gently back to her, "it's okay..."

So she takes it and she carries on doing her thing.

The rest of the dream scene was much of a blur to me, but I'm still glad anyway that I was able to recall this much despite being only a few bits and fragments, and compile it to an entry.

I do remember that there was a time I looked straight into her eyes. I observed her face and it was just so detailed. Everything was in the dream, in fact. But one thing I can say is that she doesn't look 101% the same as with the character based on real life. Probably because we haven't really seen each other in ages (in real life) and my brain's having a difficult time recalling her? I'm not so sure about that. Maybe it's a "interpret me" element of a dream too.

Then I remember moving at the back of the room. I think someone called me. Then I was shown a drawing. Hey, who drew this? And who is this girl with you here? (it was not a realistic drawing, it was more like an anime sketch - i just remember the characters and the fact that we were sitting somewhere on a hill I suppose but I can't recall the background) Um, I made a wild guess but it was wrong - so I made another one, and finally got it right, "oh, this is Hanako! just take a look at it, doesn't that look like Hanako?" (Hanako is a character from a visual novel called Katawa Shouju)

Then my ex in front row heard about this and was sort of put off when she heard about me and Hanako.

And that's all I can put together now. I had plenty of other dreams in this session.


Note:
-> OH MY GURSH. for the time I had those "am i dreaming moments"
-> rubbed my hands together
-> spun around
-> demanded INTENSIFY NOW!
-> but boop. everything faded.
-> led to a false awakening.
-> I think this happened over again.

Note:
-> For preparation, I tried this out:
- Achieving SP - staying there for I suppose 10-15 minutes
- Moved to my side (first to my left side - but then it wasn't really working out but I did notice that my breathing + snoring pattern was very much that of a sleeping person |only a couple of minutes here like maybe 5 mins not the 10 mins suggested in tuts) but still no luck with achieving anything here so I
- Moved to my other side (started having vivid visualizations, etc. etc. + I kept seeing those white lights while my eyes are closed + my eyes were like moving up towards the light) <- this is the last thing I remember

Shoot I moved too early! I had it! Grr!!!

Something would not be so good for people if not something.(?)

This seemed like a fragment of a REM dream, watched like a movie with a moral to the story, but what was it?

Wait, didn't I leave this place . . . ? (LUCID)

While walking around in Barcelona, I see something that I really want to take a picture of. Unfortunately, I recently posted to Facebook some pictures of the plane taking off that took me from Barcelona back to the States. It would be silly to add more pictures after that one, since you'd think pictures of the plane taking off should be the last ones in the album. But wait--there's a good reason for that. Logically it shouldn't be possible to take any more pictures after that. Unless I came back to Barcelona somehow . . . ? That's absolutely ridiculous; obviously I'm dreaming right now. (I do a RC to check, though.)

Sweet! What should I do? I should do one of my dream goals. What were they? Swim beneath the ocean, and talk to my future self. Let's do the ocean one. Where will I find an ocean? Maybe I should just walk over to the beaches on the Mediterranean. That would take a while, though. Fortunately, I see some water just over the small hill running parallel to this road. I walk to the top of the hill, but the dream is very dark. I start shouting "clarity!" and "light!" in alternation. I go on for a while, and my shouts get angrier as I continue to be unsuccessful. There are flickers of light, and bigger flickers, but nothing seems to stick. Eventually even the flickers die out and all goes dark. [I seem to recall having woken up and written down the dream after that, but when I actually woke up later, nothing was written.]

[I'm back home now, so I intend to return to regular updates.]

Can't Wake Up

I realize I'm dreaming, and there are a bunch of people surrounding me that I think mean me harm. I try to wake myself up, but I can't! Every time I try, the best that happens is that I change locations, but those people are still around me, coming closer! I start to panic

Friends in Barcelona

I discover that some of my friends are also in Barcelona for a short trip! I manage to track down their group to a tour bus that's about to leave. I jump on board and the doors close behind me. But I just stand there awkwardly at the front of the bus for a while, trying to decide how to admit to them that I've been stalking them and hoping to hang out. The terrible part is, they all know who I am, and they'll have recognized me by now. Seriously awkward.

Later, we're all in a bar. Someone points out an amusing Spanish translation of my last name. Later we're trying to decide where to go next, and unfortunately the group has broken up into various smaller ones. One guy (who speaks about five languages) is looking at a poster with a naked male torso on it--obviously an advertisement for some kind of gay bar. He seems interested in going there, but I'm not sure if that would be my first choice.

Previous hours:
Mar 11, no sleep

For Science

Darth Vader switches roles with some other character. Somehow one of them learns how to be a mysterious new creature. I'm playing the game as a character that learns about the creatures it fights by punching them. Some kind of physical absorption of knowledge. I need to punch it again because my old knowledge is bad now, incomplete, watery. Later I use a cheat code and cast a time-freezing spell, but it doesn't affect the two main opponents, who are at this moment locked in combat. As their spells and swings come into contact with the frozen soldiers around them, they start coming back to life. It's interesting to watch a sort of wave of motion spread outward through the battlefield.

Previous hours:
Mar 8, 1:54-8:32 "living on mtn, powerful entity expects me to leave/kill myself"
Mar 9, no sleep

Frags:

• exploring a city [my impression is that this was quite a good dream, but I remember no details]

Tour Bus

I'm taking a tour bus through Seville and Cadiz. Lots of cool exciting stuff happens. In order to get between the "Seville" and "Cadiz" parts of town, we drive through a length of road that's covered in a couple of feet of water. But when we get to Seville, we realize there are not good beaches over there: the shore is all just rocks. [IRL: Visited Seville and Cadiz recently on a trip.]

Castle Tour

I'm touring a castle that's been converted into a museum. There are some blue stairs half-covered in sand and the lighting tends to be pretty low.

I talk to a friend of my sister's about her technique of falling asleep by "rapture" (which is her word for "orgasm").

Later, we're sitting in a room and there's a cat. Cleverly, I trick the cat into falling on its side in that cute way they sometimes do.

Frags:

• "Kang in bowler appears"
• "3D render in camera"
• "ask it for time"
• "no one near enough to call 911"
• "is it even all in Spain?"
• "video cuts, she looks bad" (this one was a nightmare: she looked so badly wounded that I woke up in a panic)
• "stress (or not) about program material"

Previous hours:
Mar 3, 5:09-12:46