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not really a unique lucid dream i was pretty much in the first stage. although it was very very detailed i didnt have much of any control over anything. i tried basic telekenisis which i had mastered in other LDs but didnt do much but move some small objects a few feet. This dream started out with me being on a dirt bike, not a normal one but controlled like a normal one. i had stopped at this store much like a gift shop. it was in the middle of the desert and i went inside to check out what they had. i came across an old razor they use in barbor shops back in the 50s to shave customers faces and heads, i wanted it for a concealable weapon because i had a sense of deja vu that something bad was gonna happen in the desert. i then came to lucidity realizing how much money i had in my wallet, because i realized i am not that rich. so i proceeded to walk and and looked at my motorcycle and just looked around at the desert scenario, i was so happy i was LD agian it had been like 2 months since i could have one. i got on my bike and went fast as hell. i was tearing it up i got some air, which now thinking back may have had levitation in there kuz i was getting pretty high up. i came across i plush, green area in the desert which was like a neighborhood of some sort. i confronted a man who put a magnum up to me and i pulled out razor and cut his neck clean with one swipe and then proceeded to walk away from the dead body and go into a camper next to his house and lay down to sleep. like i said i wasnt really controlling much of this dream. my being layed down and covered up with a blanket and tried going to sleep. then some people came to the camper wondering who had killed the man, they were looking around when i came out and the about as much as i can recall..

It all began while I was in the living room of my parents home. Things looked fairly familiar and normal, only their behaviour was off. They told me that I needed to sit down because they had something important to tell me. I was more wrapped up in figuring out why things seemed odd in the upstairs, there was a blanket hanging on the wall that was never there before, and our kitchen appliances were mixed around, though they were the same models. My parents kept telling me they had to tell me something important, but I went outside on the back porch. I noticed our small pond (that is usually there) had been expanded to the whole width of the backyard, it looked fresh and I noticed one of our neighbors who does our landscaping exiting the backyard through the fence carrying a shovel. I realized that though my backyard was the same, the differences were outstanding. Coupled with the living room observations and the kitchen, it occurred to me I must have slipped into a parallel dimension. Logically it made sense, everything being similar but slightly skewed fits right into my personal beliefs of parallel dimensions. I was back in my living room, my parents told me to sit down, I sat and told them I already figured it out, they told me I wasn't supposed to be there. I asked them if this was a different dimension and they both nodded. It occurred to me that if they were here, then 'I' must be here as well.
I suddenly started hearing loud metal music coming from the basement, I ventured down the stairs with wonder if I would see myself. As I turned the corner I saw 3 guys, one with his back to me who was built curling a barbell, one spotting him, and another sitting on a weight bench just talking to the other two. The spotter saw me first, throwing him off his spot as the lifter slipped one hand and the barbell clanked down by my feet. He turned around and I saw him. Me. I saw me, looking him straight in the eyes, he looked exactly like me, with 30 more pounds of muscle. I was stunned. His friends were somewhat speechless as well. We spoke, but I lost the words, I must have told him I was from somewhere else far away yet very close to here. I began to speak of dimensions and I could tell it was over his head, he didn't have thought for metaphysics or theology, 'Great' I thought 'My other self is a meathead'
As I went back outside I was greeted by a woman with short spiky hair with several facial piercings. She was familiar and I knew immediately she knew who I was and where I was from, she told me to come with her. I sat in the backseat of some vehicle while I watched my other self walking to another vehicle 50 feet in front of us or so. I commented to the person I was sitting next that this was too real, looking at my hands and all the details of the inner car I thought to myself it was too real to be a dream. I told the one next to me that I lucid dream all the time, and that if this was a lucid dream I would be able to control things. So I looked away from my other self who was wearing a blue shirt and I spoke, he is wearing a PURPLE shirt. When I looked back his shirt was purple. Oh, well that settles it I guess I am dreaming, yet I continued down the dreamplot to see where my venture would take me. It was explained to me that this realm was governed differently than my own. What we consider to be mythic lore and magic are their science and sentient species.
Several jumps and skips, I am shown a catacomb-like city with odd transports which float on air. And many different beings. The evil queen discovers that I am in their realm and must be hunted down. She sends elementals after me/us. My spiky-haired guide has been with me all along though most details escape me. I do remember a being made of brick, only able to travel through the brick walls which are rooted all through the city. His form only manifests where he chooses to step out of the brick, but his travel is still heard through the walls. One of the elementals is on our side as he tells me of their powers and limitations. My last memory from the dream is of the queen who looks surprisingly like Maleficent mixed with an elf. I am awaken by my phone ringing.

All dreams after WBTB MILD
WTF?
Giant Abe Lincoln doll crashes and falls to ocean. I am there. On beach. Blue sky. Blue water. Beautiful. We try to climb up him after he gets up. Some woman is living with fish now. She is engaged to one. There is a bottle of nail Polish. I lick it with a lizard tongue. If fill with black liquid on the outside and sort of threads around. I hear the woman's narrative. Another giant doll rises but only half the size of Abe. Looks like Monster High. People try to climb but they wiegh it down. We let go and it stumbles off. And has a hard time walking in water.

I just want pie!
I got to Wal-Mart to buy pie but can't find. Ask guy for help. Said no. Look in frozen. I look into ingredients to make. Bunch of drunks. K tell to calm down. They get mad. I say, "Yes! Fucking calm down please." Because I said please they seriously reply, "Oh he's so polite." I am now at my parents looking for indredients. Eat frozen fennel seed. I call it fennel seed but it looks round with a yellowis dot in the middle. I am mad they didn't have anything to make pie so I take some sort of cart. I make so much noise I am surprised they didn't wake up.

Work?
I am at a gas station with my Ex-Brother-In-Law. He gives me money for gas and cigs. HA! It was usually the other way around in RL. So I go in to pay. I want some Camels so bad but I remember I quit. I think about it for a long time. I finally say NO I wont. And leave fast!

Now I am hanging with Henry form work at a 3rd plant. It doesn't exists. The place is from a previous dream a loooong time ago. I remember the other dream so I think that I have worked here before. But I also believe it is part of my RL job. False memory. Henry is drinking beer and hanging out. With me. We are waiting for some work and we can't leave. I am a little nervous about the beer. I have my own six pack of Coors Light but I won't touch it. I think I will let it get warm and chug it at lunch. I asked him what we are doing. He tries to whisper to me but go loud. He was telling what our plan was. Then he's like oh sorry I got too loud didn't I? Yes. I worry that we will get busted for beer. I look around and see some office behind a long desk. They have some sort of broken platform where the desk rises to reach a shelf to put documents on. I want to leave so bad. Trying to wait for lunch to drink my beer. Jeff is laughing at us.

Strange Flowers Fragment
I see a group of yellow flower centers surrounded by green petals. The petals expand and contract over the centers like some sort of round muscle or eye lid.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #4: Flight-time Performance Anxiety (July 16, 2012)

I'm chatting with an old friend at a party who's into lucid dreaming (IWL as well as in this dream.) I tell him how things are starting to come together for me and I thank him for his help and advice. Another DC engages my friend in conversation and I wander a few feet away, for some reason deciding that I should listen to my iPod.

I try to plug the headphones into my iPod but discover that there is no headphone jack. At first, I'm suspicious that my friend has switched iPods with me but I stop when I realize how ridiculous this accusation is. I perform the nose pinch RC and become lucid. I excitedly tell my friend that apropos of our previous conversation, I'm having a lucid dream right now. He's pleased and doesn't mind when I wander away to start experimenting.

My first goal in this dream was to compare the quality of dream imagery to that of modern video games. The moment I remember this goal, a tapestry or painting on the wall suddenly changes to a gameplay movie of the early 90s shooter "DOOM". (Okay, subconscious, I'll admit that was a cute trick.) I note that the floor and ceiling are very bland with almost no texturing. The walls, furniture, and dream characters, however, are photo-realistic, well beyond what I see in video games.

I announce to the dream characters in the room that this is my lucid dream and they are about to see some flight. I attempt to jump up for flight but simply bounce off of the ceiling. Some of the dream characters cut their eyes at one another in an "is this guy for real?" way. I attempt a second jump, bounce off of the ceiling and go careening into a visibly annoyed girl with short hair and glasses. She shoves me away and I go for a third attempt, yielding one more embarrassing failure.

I rub my hands and arms to restabilize then consider having a huge storm rip the ceiling off the house so that I can salvage my reputation. Before things can get really fun, I wake up.

I was working in some sort of castle that was part of many castles spaced out evenly in some grim planet that was usually raining. It was mentioned to be named Hykoon. My job was to carry the garbage down a long hallway from the main courtyard to the bins outside. Another guy who worked with me delivered meals to the owner of the castle. There was a main courtyard of cobblestone and four unlit towers with staircases. The other guy went up these staircases but wouldn’t say what was up top. Lobster-like aliens ran the place, including one who was a sort of leader.

I eventually snuck up the stairs at night and spotted a meeting between two of the aliens, one of them stabbed the other, fled into the forest that was outside and was gunned down by security turrets. Then I woke up. The last part seemed almost like a video game.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Don't have much detail for this dream because i didn't record it when I woke up. Must make an effort to do so in the future, specially with awesome dreams like this.

I was with an extremely hot girl, i think she was the mega-hottie Alexis in the movie Project X. Looks like we were planning to take over the world, or some such fun.

Our plan looks like it involves building a dam wall on the one end of a city, and then flooding the entire city. i'm not exactly sure what this is meant to achieve but it seems as though I'm going along with it.

This is probably due to the fact that it's Evil Alexis' plan and... well... she's hot.

Some action happens with the general plot of the story. I think I'm secretly against the plan and am conspiring to make it fail. However, after possibly falling off a cliff (?) I seem to get over that idea.

I'm in the lookout spot with Evil Alexis and we're surveying the city that has its impending doom minutes away, Fight Club style.

We're on a bed in this lookout place now. Evil Alexis starts giving me a handjob. I'm enjoying it until her hand turns into a tentacle/monsterous claw thingy. I am rather shocked but then I guess i accept that this is one of the downsides of fraternizing with an evil demon megahottie.

Luckily the claw of doom goes away and Evil Alexis is lying half naked on the bed

I suddenly realize I am dreaming and that therefore i can have sex with her without a condom. This all came to me as a single realization.

LOL

I immediately try to start having sex with her but she's kind of denying me cause she has to do something related to the destruction of all human civilization. I'm getting kind of flustered... She doesn't seem to realize the what a unique opportunity this is for me!

Then all of I sudden we're doing it on the bed. But I slowly feel like everything is melting around me. I'm focusing desperately on the scene, trying not to let it go... But the more i try to grasp onto it the more it drifts away...

Aaaaaaand I wake up. I'm only half awake. I kind of still have the dream sitting there and feel like I could go back into it. I go back to sleep. Not sure if i went back into the dream or not though cause I didn't remember anything after this.

Was really awesome that I became lucid... Sucks that I couldn't maintain it though, only got to have sex with the hottie for a few seconds before waking up haha.

What's interesting is that I know I have the ability to wake, then go back into a dream I was just having. Done it before. I've just never recorded my dreams before so usually forget what happened.

I didn't have much control over my dream, as far as I know. I was just aware I was dreaming and just went along with what happened.

NON-LUCID DREAM LUCID

This is my first dream I recorded in my DJ.

I woke up and started writing in my journal while still half asleep. I think because I was still half asleep I could easily think back to the different parts of my dream. I was actually writing while my eyes were closed for a bit, that's how semi asleep I was.

Was really cool how much of my dream i remembered compared to normal simply by making notes about it as I woke up.

I was on a school bus which had a big flatscreen TV in it. On it was playing some kind of monkey documentary. I really didn't want to watch it at first but then i started to really get in to it.

Next thing I was inside the documentary, very high up in a huge tree. The tree was like Enid Blyton's Magic Faraway Tree - it had a magical feel to it and I felt happy to be there. Was kind of like the tree's in Avatar too.

Further down the tree I saw two orange monkeys/orangutan's doing an extremely complex dance that involved mutiple levels in the tree. I was impressed. Then they proceeded to have mate...

I'm now in a house, similar to the Cullen's house in twilight. I'm inside with some people and we seem to be hiding from something. Then i'm outside and a creature attacks me. It looks like the funny flying thing from The Neverending Story, except it's face is black. I don't really see it's body. It kind of bites me on the shoulder or arm but it doesn't have teeth.

I wake up in a hospital, everything is kind of blurry and I try say something but can't really. My mom is there and she's worried. I drift out of consciousness again.

I wake up again and feel like something is off. I'm not quite sure what it is... I just feel strange and like i'm not functioning properly. I get up and stride along confidently but there's a kind of entourage of people following me. I'm irreverent to it though, I kind of feel like Vinnie Chase in Entourage, like it's normal to have that attention. I notice that people are kind of looking at me worriedly though.

I click, and ask my mom if I have brain damage. She's upset and explain that after i hit my head and was taken to hospital the doctors found a tumor on my spine and operated on it. I'm not sure what this all means and don't know what the ramifications of it are.

I then find out I had been a social recluse after my incident with the animal attack. I've clearly lost my memory of this and have become a different person after the operation, maybe had a personality change.

This relates to the book I'm reading at the moment, Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, where the protagonist is a brilliant professor who loses his mind and is institutionalized, only to emerge with a new personality and no recollection of his former I dentity. It also has parallels to Bruce Wayne in the Dark Knight Rises. He is a broken recluse at the start of the movie and has no hope or will to live.

It looks as though nobody believed me about the mysterious animal attack and everyone thought I had gone crazy. So I became reclusive and spent all my time writing obsessively about the beast i'd encounted. The whole situation was kind of mysterious and it appeared as though there might be something strange going on.

Later a nurse hides me out of site while doctors talk about me. I can't really understand what they're talking about but i get the big picture - what happened with me was a coverup of some sorts. There were people who didn't want the story to get out, and so something had been done to me.

I felt an overwhelming sense of victimization. What had been done to me was not right. Luckily there was a nurse with big boobs who gave me a hug... This seemed to cheer me up.

What was interesting about this dream was the vivid senses that accompanied it. I really got a feeling that I was in some mystery story. And the confusion felt very real, as well as the feeling of having lost my identity after the surgery and my mental functioning being different. It wasn't quite like I was more stupid... It was more like i'd lost a part of me that was holding me back, like my EGO. I felt almost like the guy in Limitless, like i'd tapped into a higher level of consciousness or something.

Also, the feeling of being in the magical tree was awesome.

I also think I may have almost become lucid when i woke up and felt something was off. I just couldn't quite get what it was.

08.16.2012

Blackmail & Lady's HOT voice (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

(Just keeping this for reference: Lady in bed is similar to a lady I talked to about where I wanted to go in life while on my trip to New York, and I had feelings she was into me, even though she is currently married...name starts with "S")....some note that was....ha!!!!

I believe I'm with my father and mother again, and we're getting ready to pack our things and move somewhere. I don't know where, but somewhere, the environment is dark gray, with white lights emitting from above. I remember seeing a vehicle parked next to them, and it honestly feels like I'm in a parking garage.

I wanted to go back to the elevator to the room we were in before, I take the elevator, but I'm not aware of picking any kind of floor, I just go in, and I guess things happened just like that. The elevator opens, and I enter into a room. It's dark, with little lighting, and I looked at the bed right in front of me.

Someone is obviously sleeping here, but I can't tell who, they have themselves covered with white sheets. I have a feeling it's someone I know in waking life, so I make sure I walk silently to get whatever it is that I wanted. I don't know where I went, but I came back to the bedroom that was near the elevator door.

I look at the bed one more time, and I see the person is finally awake. I'm shocked at first, but I decided I might as well stay for a while and see who it is. She has black hair, she looks up to me and asks me something related to why I'm leaving so soon or something like that.

She really didn't want to see me go, and I assumed so based on her voice, it was so kind to me, it's as if she wanted me to hold my position near the bed and not move one inch. She had way of words, because I honestly could not see any reason to leave so soon. Whatever it is she said to me, god.....

Her voice was so bloody enticing, it it possible to be fully turned on by someone's voice?

After a while, I had to say goodbye to this lady, and I guess she did so as well. I go into the elevator, not even paying attention to which floor I picked in advanced. Then I get a flash in my mind of being in that same bedroom again with the lady with the enticing, lewd, and sexy voice.

It seems I had a recording of her before I talked to her of when she had sex with someone. The voice recorder resembles the model I have in waking life that I wanted to use for recording lectures, but there just a few extra buttons, and I think it was a different color in this dream.

Anyway, I play the recording, and I hear her moans as whoever it is continues to penetrate her. She starts using dirty words in synch with her screams and moans of pleasure. After the recording ends, I'd say it was 10 seconds overall, there was a button that gave me the option of sending this information to VH1.

LOL what?

I was tempted to press this button, and I think I even clicked it, but I clicked it one more time to cancel the transfer. Apparently, the transfer would be wireless, and I heard all sorts of beeping sounds that I didn't know verified what. I was worried that I was probably to late when I wanted to cancel it, because there were a few beeps occurring that would sound like I sent something in correctly.

I find another button on the recorder where I could see the video of her having sex with someone. She has herself in the spread eagle position, bracing against the bedhead, and sheets covering most of her waist and part of her legs. I can't see who's having sex with her, but it's a person with light skin tone for sure.

Definitely not her husband as far as I know.

Don't tell me I'm a manwhore in my dreams now......

OKAY, back to the dream, she's really enjoying what this man is giving her, and I hear the voice recording go in synch with the video, so it really is the video version of it. I even get tempted to send that to VH1 as well, but I don't think I do.

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08.16.2012

Feigning Crying and Social Anxiety (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There was a lot going on in this dream, so it's really hard managing how things started out.

Holy crap, I need to get better with this recall thing and making sure the only thing I do is type my dreams out the first time I wake up.....this dream could be longer, but because I had trouble synching those events together......eh......just another thing to conquer.

I remember being inside of a house, it's fairly dark inside, the windows emitting light from the moonlight is pretty much the only thing keeping this house from looking like it went into a blackout or something. I remember parts where I would come in and out for something, and every time, I would see a couple in a bedroom doing random things.

One was a man in a black tuxedo, and the other would be a woman in a red dress that had portions of the dress that completely wrapped her to where her hourglass body structure was apparent. I took these people for random dream characters, even though I know them being manifested are part of my dream signs of seeing a females in red dresses.

So much passive demeanor, it's as if I have a naivete of a child that still believes babies are delivered through storks. It's so sickening, but I let myself play things out to see how they go, I just have to....I don't know why....

I open the door to get outside, and now it's night time, with the tall street lights emitting light orange light, saturating the clean concrete that is now a cul-de-sac. I look around, and see that people are sitting around the edges of the cul-de-sac in fold-able chairs (mostly).

I see that most are young females, though I didn't really take the time to start doing a mental rating of who's hot and who's not because I was insecure on how I looked to them. They were passing glances at me, causing more mental stinging on my part, which forces me to resort to something to distract myself from their gazes.

I take my left arm out while continuing to walk, and pretended that I had to do some random inspection of it, even scratching it because I felt a slight itch on it.

I did this for a while, and then resorted to rubbing my the top of my head all the way down to my chin, pretending that I was tired. I finally reached the end of the cul-de-sac where a straight line would be formed, and sat next to a random person in the small get together everyone is having around here.

Someone informs me that someone had died, but I can't remember who specifically. In my mind, I honestly did not care about their death, because it didn't trigger any emotions of sadness for anyone that I knew that I thought was close to me. But since this person is trying to be gregarious with me, I started to feign feelings of sorrow.

I even stood up for a while to ask in a pretentious shock, "Really??? Him???" I slowly descend down to the ground again, covering up my eyes with my hands, making wringing motions as if I'm going to cry.

No.....merely feigning tears at this point, but I did make sounds to show that I was crying, and I honestly tried to cry to make it seem like I cared, but it only ended up with little more water saturating my eyes, but only at that, no dripping at all.

I did feel some kind of liquid stained below my eyes, but it was most likely the sweat accumulating from wringing my hands to feign the tears. I get up, and decided to go back inside of the random house I was in before.

I think the dream shifts at this point, and there's one part that I feel doesn't belong, but here goes.

I'm inside a house, it feels like the same random house, except it's now daytime, judging by how bright the windows are emitting light, even going through transparent light gray curtains reflecting some of it back. There are a lot of people in here, I'd say 5+, including my father. I pay no attention to the other people except my father.

The walls in the house are light green, similar to a house I've been too before for vacation. There's an entertainment center just like the one in waking life. It has a glossy and shiny dark brown painted wood finish to it. There's also a bunch of items and accessories around the place, but I only focus on my father.

He's wearing his glasses, and seems to be talking to someone at the moment. I get closer to my father, just waiting for him to include me in the conversation. I don't know why I wanted to, but I just kept quiet until he makes a response about me. He talked about how I would call him constantly to update on small things.

I get annoyed by this, and told him that I don't do that kind of stuff. He looks at me seriously, but then puts on a smile and taps my head with his finger.

WTF, did you just do the "Itachi" tap on the forehead just now? LOL, I'm not Sasuke bro (Sorry, maybe Naruto Shippuden fans might get what I said).

Spoiler for What kinda sorta happened...:P:

It made me calm down though, the tap on the forehead that is....what the hell.....WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED. LOL, was I being petted just now?

I couldn't really do anything, couldn't really feel any kind of anger trying to get it's way back into my reality again...damn it...

I turn to the man that my father is talking to, and he puts his hands out, and I shook his hand. I didn't know his name at all, all I remember is him wearing a Hawaiian type of dress shirt with dark gray dress pants. I knew he had a dark skin tone, and then I decided to leave the house.

The dream shifts again, and now I'm back in the same night time at the cul-de-sac. I still reform to pretending that I'm trying to make sure I'm fine, because the female glares still kept mentally stinging my mind, and this time, when I reached the end of cul-de-sac......

I see a mirror in front of me, and I see myself....I'm wearing the yellow and black horizontally striped sweater I have in waking life, along with denim looking jeans. These jeans were a bit too small for me, in length, but they were perfectly fine in width. I looked so innocent, and I still had some focus on how short the jeans were.

That's all I remember for that one.

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08.16.2012

Passenger Seat (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a vehicle, most likely the Chevy Blazer my father owns in waking life, and I'm on the passenger seat. I pay no attention to my father at all, or whoever it is that's driving.

I have my body faced perpendicular to how they're sitting, and the door on my side was completely opened while they were driving. So I'm facing the door that would've been closed instead of facing the front windows.

Ignoring the obvious that this is a dangerous thing to do, the passive demeanor on my part is absolutely remarkable. I actually enjoyed having the vehicle door opened, and I realized that there were a few things contained in the little slots on the top and bottom door.

It's bright as day outside, but since we're going pretty fast, the wind makes me ignore looking up in the sky. The breeze felt so nice......probably my fan in waking life at my apartment blowing in high speeds is what is causing this homologous variation in my dream.

Anyway, there seems to be a black leather folder contained in the bottom slot of the car door that's opened, and also a stack of papers packed closely together with a black binder clip on the right side.

The top ends of the papers are blowing very rapidly, but everything is safely contained in the bottom slot. Nothing is going to come out at all, despite the rapid winds from the vehicle going at high speeds (I'd say 70+ mph) because that's the point where if you were to slide down the window, it would just be constant wind blasting in your ear.

I have my seat belt on, so I guess I'm not that passive. =P

I have my shins forming a V shape, which makes my feet align closely together, and I have one of my elbows resting on top of the other hand that's perpendicular to the same elbow having the forearm up so I can rest the side of my face on my hand.

I'm just looking at traffic, random traffic, seeing the cars go by a little slower than what we're going out. In fact, there seems to be a traffic delay, and then I noticed the vehicle I'm in slows down to their speed now. I guess this just gives me more time to look at my environment, whoop dee doo!

But I really took the time to pay attention to the traffic, and I honestly cannot comprehend why I want to locked in this position facing away from whoever it is that's driving for me. I see a couple of people's faces waiting for the traffic to start disperse. On my side, the vehicle is probably going at 1-5 mph, but at least it's moving compared to the others at a complete stop.

One noticeable dream character though, as the vehicle on my side continues to advance, I see one lady with only her left side having a complete eye, nose, and mouth. The right side was completely gone, or at least overshadowed by extreme darkness.

In order to not show that I was really freaked out by this, since she was looking at me, I take the hand on my right side that was resting on the right side of my jawline, and shifted it diagonally to cover my mouth while closing my eyes at the same time.

I felt so ashamed that I couldn't contain myself with being shocked that this woman's face did not show completion on both sides. I kept closing my eyes, wishing things could speed up a bit more so that this same lady would just be like those other random dream characters that would be faded away from my mind.

I'm sure I opened my eyes again at some point, but just wanting to forget that lady's visage was my main priority. It just kept stinging to me mentally, "be grateful on how you look."

DAMN IT.....thanks for the belittlement repressed feelings!

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08.16.2012

Taylor Swift Acrobatics (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside a room mostly with shades of brown, and I'm near a table with a paper bag in the middle. The table is light gray, extremely thin, and supported by black metal legs. I see a blonde sitting on the floor a few feet away from the table.

She looks exactly like Taylor Swift, and she's wearing a fancy light violet dress that is slightly transparent. She looks cute, and she's doing some really random things on the floor. The floor was a faded brown, and the lights from above made a reflection on it.

The Taylor Swift lookalike has her elbow resting on her other hand so she can rest her jawline. Then she starts getting a little too open with herself.

She literally does a leg split, showing her panties, which are also a color of violet!

Isn't this cute?!?!? She matches everything together! Go Taylor! /sarcasm.

(I don't hate her, just couldn't help but be amazed on how she matches everything....EVERYTHING....)

After watching her giving me a show of her panties, someone comes in, and I think after they talk for a while, I realize the paper lunch bag is actually for me. I started getting ecstatic for no apparent reason, and I had some weird hunch that women would be inside of the brown paper lunch bag.

Lmfao, what the heck was wrong with me in this dream??

I opened the lunch bag, and it had all sorts of treats, small blueberry muffins (oh man, they looked soooooo tasty), and all sorts of little desserts inside. I think the person wanted to take one inside the bag, but I just moved the bag away from them.

MINE MINE MINE is pretty much my behavior in the dream.

Crocodile

I'm playing with a graphics editing program. I'm trying to make a realistic 3-D model of a tree. I've found some textures and random generation algorithms from various other sources, and I'm trying to see how well they can be combined. For example, the models for the fruit on the tree come from Skyrim. Now, I manage to generate a tree. But it's one of those strangler fig trees from the jungle, and the setting is just a basic North American backyard. Also, the branches sometimes have a weird orthogonal slant. I'm not sure exactly how to fix these problems, short of designing my own textures for a tree, and that would be very complicated. I also notice that there's a thin spot in the middle of the tree--not enough leaves there. I spend some time trying to make an extra branch and affix it manually. The patch looks okay from a distance, but when I enter the 3-D environment and rotate the tree by grabbing a branch and pulling it sideways, it's clear that the new branch doesn't quite connect to the rest of the tree. It's just floating in the air in the right general location.

I look over the white picket fence bordering the yard. My parents are visible through the glass doors of the next house. One house over, a big group of 9 or 10-year-old kids is having a pool party. And on the other side of the fence from the pool is a crocodile. Wait, what!? Sure enough, there's a live, fifteen-foot crocodile sort of hanging upside down off of the fence. I'm both terrified and excited by this. In any case I'm definitely going to stay up here in my tree. There's a guy crouching next to the crocodile, but I'm not worried for him. He's probably from animal control or something.

I call out to my parents. "Mom! Dad! Look, it's a crocodile!"

They open the glass door and come outside. "Oh, have they come to pick it up already?" my dad says. I guess they already knew the crocodile was here. Meanwhile, the kids at the pool party are still busy doing cannonballs from the diving board.

Suddenly, the crocodile snarls at my dad. He crouches, but he looks frantic and confused and there's nowhere to run. The crocodile lunges, and Dad trips backwards over a white plastic lawn chair, which falls between them. Then, to my horror, my mom jumps on the crocodile and tries to wrestle with it. "Shit!" I say, desperately. She should have run. I can't see exactly what's going on, because my mom's back is to me. I wonder if I should try to help, or if that would only get me killed as well. Then I see blood and bits of flesh spilling onto the patio. It must have gotten her neck. "Shit," I moan, overcome with horror at the fact that I'm watching someone die, and that someone is my mother. Somehow, I'm on the ground, and her body lands next to me. There's definitely something wrong with the shape of her neck, and there's blood all over. I wake up.

Math Seminar

I'm sitting in the audience for a math seminar. Absently, I look at the speaker for the first time in a while. It takes me a minute to realize that instead of Prof. S, the speaker is a very broad-shouldered man whom I don't know. He looks very strong, he's in shape, and he's not wearing a shirt. Huh. The man explains somewhat embarrassedly that he's advertising for a company whose logo appears on his shorts. Also, I guess he's the substitute teacher for the math seminar, and he's kind of hoping that we won't talk much about math, since he doesn't know much about it.

This is the second half-naked man I've seen in the math department today. I guess the female undergrads must be feeling pretty lucky. Anyway, after the seminar I walk onto the stage and see that the guy's not wearing shorts now, either, or underwear. He's picking up his clothes and getting ready to leave.

At some point later, I discover that I'm wearing only a T-shirt and underwear, and my shorts are around my ankles. I feel somewhat irrationally superior to the substitute speaker in that I decide to pull up my pants, instead of taking off my underwear like he must have done in the same situation. But I do recognize that I'm probably just jealous.

Math Book

One of my friends in the math department leads me into a side room where the floor is covered in dozens of packets of paper, printouts from various mathematical lectures and books. He hands me the printout of the last chapter of the book I've been working through. When I go back and add this chapter to the rest of the book, I take a moment to contemplate the book as a whole. It's in a very rough state: for example, after I add a couple of entries to the glossary at the back, I notice that some of the definitions end with commas, some with periods, and some with nothing. It will take some work to clean up, but I'm still proud of it. I think I understand a little better the essence of a math book. It's not all about the typesetting and the grammar--it's about the content, and content is what we have.

Piano Lesson

Three of us are sitting in a room, waiting. We're all musicians. A friend of ours is having a piano lesson in the next room. The two others decide to rehearse a tricky spot from the string quartet they'll be playing in the recital. I'm a bit uncomfortable with this, since I'm worried about the noise being heard in the next room. It looks like one of the older adults who's back here with us is about to come over and stop them, but then she decides it's unnecessary. I guess if she thinks it's okay, then I'd better not worry about it.

Frags:

• Playing a platform game of some kind.

Alright, this dream was very patchy, I am not sure what I can remember about it, I am just writing it down to hopefully improve my recall a bit.

I remember my brother having to leave the home for some reason to get an apartment. I remember about this apartment/cabin thing I was given before(My only guess as to why it was so familiar is from a previous dream, but I remembered it in good detail, and I have never been there irl). I decide that since I never use this cabin, perhaps my older brother can use it. So I look around the place, have a good feeling some soda is in the mini fridge, check inside, and there is like 12 Dr Pepper, 3 root beer, and a coke or two inside. I closed the fridge, look around, it feels like a log cabin or something. Hard to explain in full detail, but the place seemed familiar, as if from a previous dream, like I said. I believe it was only one room, but it had stairs that went up to a second floor, with a bed and some other stuff, almost like a bedroom there.

I leave the home/cabin/thing for a while, for whatever reason..Next thing I remember I walk back to the place, me and my brother seem to be hanging out there, I look in the fridge, and there is no soda inside, instead the soda is on a white table in the room, and the sodas are still cold, but I have the feeling they have been out a while.

Next thing I remember I go outside, into this trailer park, every home is fenced in, I look around, it is evening/dusk. I walk through some backyards, climbing over small fences. I get stuck in this one backyard, then this crazy lady comes out with her huge dog saying she will call the cops on me for trespassing, I try to run, but can't get out of the fence, the dog chases me, but that's about all I remember. I think I got out of the yard at least...

Looking back on this post a few years later, these were likely all separate dreams in the late morning. The dream memory was likely just that, a dream memory. They can be created in surprising detail at the start of any dream.

This one was my first SSILD-induced dream. It was long (for me), going 10-12 minutes.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #3: The Forest Compound (July 2, 2012)

I awaken to a strange noise coming from outside of our bedroom. I go into the hallway to investigate but find that this swirling green energy vortex is blocking my path back into the bedroom. I walk forward, pushing my way through it, and it feels like walking through a Chicago windstorm. It slowly dawns on me that I might be dreaming and I push my finger through my palm. I'm instantly lucid and I decide to get out of the room as fast as possible so that I can fly.

I'm feeling unusually bold so I shove myself right through the wall. The scene blanks for a moment before placing me on top of an office building. I run straight for the edge of the building, leap off, and try to fly. I fail, falling several hundred feet to the empty streets. The landing is jarring but painless. This time I try jumping straight up and find that I can jump thousands of feet into the air. The office buildings shrink into the distance below me. I can't soar but I find that I can leap across the city this way, each leap ending in an awkward crash landing. Each time that I jump, the voice of my young son giggles "Again!" even though he is not here.

I do one last clumsy leap and crash into a forested area, knocking over a tree. There's a compound nearby and I run into the first building that I see. It's a long, windowed, sunlit hallway with high ceilings and teeming with dream characters. I stop an Asian lady in her late 30's (a stranger) and tell her that I'm dreaming. She looks a little reluctant to admit this but finally confesses that I'm right. I sense that talking this frankly is an awkward bending of the rules for her. She seems very real and I feel a little bit bad for putting her in this position.

At the end of the hall I find an apartment where two identical twins who are IWL friends of mine live. I barge right in, announcing that this is all taking place in my lucid dream. One of the twins laughs and she becomes very interested in how this all works, peppering me with questions like,

"So, we're both dreaming? No? How's this work then? Will I remember this tomorrow?"
"You mean, I'm not real and you are? This is your dream? That's hilarious."
"What's going to happen to me after you wake up?" I'm caught off-guard by this and left fumbling for an answer.

The three of us chat for a while before I sense that my lucidity is slipping. I bid them goodbye and run back down the hall. On the way, I run into a guy named "Robert Lamb", the host of the "Stuff to Blow Your Mind" podcast (the place where I first heard of lucid dreaming.) I announce to him that we're in my lucid dream and without missing a beat, he says, "I hope they don't have to amputate." "Yeah, lucid dreams that last for too long cause a total loss of circulation in the dreamer's limbs, limb necrosis and eventually require amputation."

"It's really terrible," he adds helpfully.

Even though I don't believe this, I'm a little shaken up at the thought. I run further down the hall, ducking into a dark bar just before I wake up.

During my two-month dry spell between LD#1 and LD#2, I'd come up with a long list of experiments that I wanted to perform in a lucid dream. I managed to try the "level of detail" ones here.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid Experimentation (June 24th, 2012)

I'm attending a black tie party with Wife at some palatial estate. While we're exploring the grounds, I decide that I need to use the restroom. I tell Wife I'll meet with her later and go in search of the facilities.

I find them at the top of a long walkway filled with classic arcade machines ("Millipede" was definitely there.) Through the walkway door is an enormous, low-lit video arcade filled with machines and players. I find a light switch and flip it so that I can see better. Instead of lighting the room, this winds up turning off every machine in the arcade and the angry patrons look around, cursing. Badly embarrassed, I duck into the bathroom.

A Japanese couple follows me into the bathroom but instead of berating me for my stupidity, they request help with a tapioca pudding recipe that they're working on. I suggest that we return to my kitchen to work on it. We somehow blink into the kitchen and I immediately realize that this is a dream. I push my finger through my palm to RC and the left hand stretches like taffy around my finger. The Japanese couple smiles broadly and stands back to wait for me to try whatever it was I had in mind.

I experiment with clarity, committing to memory my in-dream assessment of how detailed / realistic everything appears. I say that everything looks crystal clear and can be viewed to an arbitrary level of detail. I am unprepared for how clear everything is. I study my hands (which have an unusual bend and one extra finger on the left) as well as the brushed metal refrigerator (which I assess as 100% realistic at every level of detail I try.)

My vision briefly collapses into milky gray but I manage to restabilize by rubbing my hands over my forearms. I quickly realize that the Japanese DCs still need my help. I will their tapioca pudding recipe to be fixed and they laugh, smiling gratefully. I then think about how I can rejoin Wife at the party since I no longer know how to get there. Soon afterward, though, I find myself awake back in bed.

I quickly grab the dream journal and start excitedly writing. About three lines in, I notice unusual notations in the margin. I don't understand them and have no memory of making them. Scanning back over what I've already written, I realize I can no longer make sense of any of it. I wonder whether I am actually awake. I immediately wake up (for real this time), reality check and go for the dream journal. A great way to break a dry spell!

Dream One: I'm standing at my kitchen window looking out at the pasture while I talk on the phone. The clouds look very strange. My husband is talking about something, but I just keep looking at these clouds and how they're swirling and I think to myself they look like they're creating a tornado. Then they do make a tornado and I start yelling at my kids to get in the basement now. I'm sure at this point I am talking to my best friend Ambies on the phone, and I tell her I have to get the kids downstairs. I rush the kids down the stairs and then look out the storm door in the basement. There's debris flying everywhere but we're safe inside. I suddenly worry aloud that a cloud is forming in the direction of J's house, and then hang up with Ambies to call him and warn him. Then as I am on the phone with him I notice the clouds start bouncing in the sky. They literally drop to the ground with a great splash and then float quickly back to the top and drop again. I watch them do this a few times, and then I notice there are black dots in the pasture moving towards the house. They're people! I go out a side door that doesn't exist in waking life and rush down the hill towards the people. They're in various outfits of the past. There are cavemen and nomadic warrior and knights and so forth and so on. They all look quite stunned and bewildered, but no one tries to attack anyone, it's like they're too in awe and amazed by this different time to be hostile. I tell them all that it isn't safe outside and they need to get inside the house, and they follow me. Once inside the storm quiets and the people of the past begin trying to come up with a plan to get home. I walk around trying to check on everyone. I remember seeing a couple of guys stringing bows and a man sharpening a sword.

Dream Two (Fragment): I'm in a shop that's round ad two stories. I'm descending some stairs that are circular and go around the wall. The whole shop is filled with those crystal prisms that throw rainbows all over the place as well as necklaces and bracelets and such made of glass beads. It's beautiful. I talk to the cashier about something but I don't remember what.

Dream Three (Fragment): This dream is a bit harder to remember. I was somewhere, I think I started out inside a store ad walked outside where I found Ambies and J. Ambies doesn't say much to me, but J does say something I just can't remember what. I go back inside, but I think I was supposed to go back to them at some point because they were waiting on me. Inside the store, I find a display set up with all kinds of nail polish and fake nails and such. For some reason I think this is important. I stop because I want to find the perfect colors and paint my nails so that something magical would happen. Like I'm either thinking that I can make a spell and weave painting my nails into some sort of ritual, or I'm thinking that I can use certain colors to direct and increase my energy flow when I try to summon something into my life. At first I think I can use some sort of cherry blossom pattern in pink and black, then I think it'd be too hard to do on my own nails. I decide instead to look for some blank fake ails and try to paint them then apply them so I can use my right hand on both sides. I am unable to find blank ones though, all I can find are ones with patterns already on them. I walk around the display several ties and notice all kinds of colors and paint brushes and such but can't find the blank nails I'm looking for. Someone says something to me, but I don't remember what it is, I think they were hurrying me along and it might have been my friend D. I tell him that I am looking for something and I will be there soon. I keep looking until I wake up.

One of the longest dreams I've ever had, that's for sure... It started out in what was apparently my house, even though it looked nothing like my house. My mom said that we were going to go to the local restaurant down the street. But when my dad showed up from work, a thunderstorm started. From this point on for a while, the dream just involved me getting ready to go. I was looking all around the house for my usual things, like my watch and my headphones. Next part of the dream was that I was in some sort of... Just... Weird place... Hard to describe. But I was getting chased by some people. Except that I was pretty much un-catchable. Next thing I know, I'm some kind of secret agent in my school. There's one specific person I'm looking for. He's standing outside of a computer lab in the hallway. I walk up to him and I beat him up I guess. So then I go into the computer lab and there's a class in there. One of his friends asks "Where's *Name*?" (I obviously don't remember the dudes name) And I respond with something like "I don't know..." All of these students were people who I don't know. There was only one person who I saw that I know. Then, the room seemed to be literally flooding with students, all starting from one corner. I remember shouting something, but I don't remember what exactly it was. There's a bit more to this dream, but I don't remember it. I got to the computer as quickly as I could tho...
But yeah... Pretty weird dream...

I've decided to journal up all of my past lucid dreams before moving into the "present day". I definitely want to record all lucid dreams here. I hope that I stick with recording non-lucids as well but my primary DJ is pen-and-paper. We'll see how it goes.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid Kitchen Aggression (April 24th, 2012)

I'm in a false awakening, walking downstairs in my own home. I'm nearing the bottom of the stairs when I suddenly realize that the alarm is on and that I'm going to set off the motion detector if I don't stop. The worry seems to focus my mind. I look into the kitchen and see that the breakfast table has been moved several feet to the right. It suddenly occurs to me that I am dreaming.

Giddy at my own clarity of mind, I run into the kitchen, looking around for something "cool" to do. Even though I'm ostensibly a fully grown man, the only thing I want to do is wreck my kitchen with magical powers. I raise my hands from my sides, willing the kitchen island to pull out of the floor. It groans for a moment then gives a loud crack as it wrenches out of the floor. I float it around the room for a couple of seconds before excitement overtakes me. The dream scene goes to milky gray and I'm awake almost immediately.

My heart is pounding with excitement and I have trouble getting back to sleep. I know I'm hooked... and so it begins.