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I dreamed that I was entering a museum to meet up with some family members who had arrived before me.

As I entered, I saw another person talking to a staff member over the reception desk, however I walk past the reception and confidently stride past the reception down the hallway to the museum forgetting, that I had to get a ticket. Perhaps it was due to my quick confident stride but the reception lady didn't stop me.

I know that I was at the museum a week earlier and I quickly pass through the exhibits briefly looking at one of them. One exhibit catches my eye, its what looks like to be artisticly created large protein molecules in 3d, beautifully coloured. I spend a minute to admire all the unique structures.

finally, I catch up to my Dad who's reclining on a antique bed while reading his Kindle. On the other side of the room is a tourist information desk with a middle aged lady with neck length blonde hair, quite heavy set and strong looking. I sit down on a chair near her and chat to Dad about relationship stuff.

"What do you think of 'this' and 'that' girl?" He throws out a couple names. "Dad, I'm happy being single, seriously, I'm at a point in life where I need to focus on other things". We debated back and forth a bit.

At a gap in our conversation, the lady in the desk behind me speaks up. "Do you have your ticket on you?" My mind immediately races a hundred miles a hour as I realise I didn't get one. Feeling to scared, afraid and ashamed to say the truth I lie convincingly and declare, "Yeah" and wave her question off. "Oh, of course" she nods her head.

Then, my Mother and Sister Han turn up. I look up at Hannah from where I sit and admire her strong white teeth. Her teeth are doing well all things considered, despite the small amounts of decay I notice between her two front teeth.

I get tired of the family dialogue dramas of which I don't remember the minor details and decide to leave the museum.

I walk up a near hall way and seem to wander into a construction zone. "No, don't go there, its a construction zone!" the staff lady who asked me about the ticket earlier was right behind me. "Ah, ok" I turn back and head up a different passageway. "Not there either, there's electrical hazards up that passageway" she says irritated now. "Oh, Right, sorry 'bout that". I look about with bleary confused dream eyes and see another passageway with I'm sure is the exit!

This passageway takes me underneath a roll down garage door and suddenly, I realise that I'm in the loading zone for the library as theirs a truck ahead of me. "Confused and alarmed I turn around to see the garage roll down door closing. "STOoooop closing the dooor I'm in here!" I scream out as I dive at the closing door only to have it close off on me. A second later, it re-opens and the lady appears, not too happy to see me.

I'm very apologetic now and apologise to her while walking past. She growls and says, "Not happening on my watch, I don't want that failure on the books" ( Not sure what she meant ) and proceeded to trap me between the garage roll down door and a plastic drape which helped seal the door. I struggle valiantly thinking, "No, I can't let her kill me like this". However, my dream body loses the struggle due to lack of 'air' and I lose consciousness in the dream and wake up.

Morning of January 13, 2019. Sunday.

Dream #: 19,018-02. Reading time: 1 min 35 sec.



I am uncertain of the backstory, but I go up in a manned satellite with three unfamiliar men who are all close to twenty years of age. One man is more to my left, one to my right, and one in front of me. All face away from me.

We are in orbit around Earth. I have concerns at times, as there does not seem to be a roof above us. The men on the left and right have small shields in front of them, though they do not fully cover the area. The man in front of me sits before a window that also does not encompass the satellite’s walls.

I consider that there may be a force field around our craft so that we are not exposed to outer space, though this remains unknown. I also think that the satellite is incomplete but will be complete soon.

I notice an irregular hole on the left side of the window. Its shape is like the letter “Z,” though backward and tilted to the left. It is about a foot and a half in height. I can discern the edges of the glass, which seems at least an inch thick. I do not feel much concern about it or make any mention of what would logically be a problem. (A force field, if present, would cover the hole.) My conscious self identity is not extant, and there is no emotion. I wonder if I should give instructions to any of the men, but I do not say anything.

Eventually, I notice that we are only a short distance above a forest. I think it is unusual and wonder how we are floating as such and what is going on, though I do not say anything.

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Outer space dreams are not very common, though this one is a form of [inherited transitional vestibular system correlation].

This imaginary scene is strange on one level because of the three simulacra. I am assuming they correlate with the three sleeping positions I enter, back and left and right sides, though I sleep mostly on my left. Typically there is only one vestibular system simulacrum to represent the return to correlation with legitimate physicality (in contrast to the fictitious body of the dream state), but this heat makes me restless at times. Being closer to Earth is being closer to returning to waking life.

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Playing a videogame, an app that I created. In the game you're trying to link up past families or lineages. They have ceremonial paintings on their bodies. You hold your phone up and on the screen appears a spirit. It could be scary, it could be nice. Sort of like the pokemon go concept where you have to travel around to find the spirits in your world. Honestly I woke up thinking this was a decent idea.

In world of warcraft, a forest. Looks like Elwynn. Was flying a ship. Jumped down and saw a guild meeting. Girl was leading the meeting, she kept switching to another language, possibly Mandarin. She was wearing all gold.

I walk from the forest to a bar in stormwind possibly. Walk outside and see a dock. I get on a cramped old boat and go into the cabins. There's people in there.

Very rarely will I dream of being on planets other than Earth. Last night I dreamt of landing on a very nicely terraformed version of Mars. The trees and vegetation was strikingly similar to Earth, but the sky had a unique yellow hue, and grass seemed a bit of a sandy color.

I stepped out of a space ship with 3 other people, noticing a house and a few sheds next to a barren field and patch of woods. We were all wearing high-tech space suits. Our mission was to regain contact with a farming settlement that had a broken communication system. Andy Samberg was one of one of people on my team.

We split up and began walking the property; we couldn't find a single soul. No life seemed to be coming from the house or any of the buildings. Walking around back, we found the door leading down to the basement open. Peering into the darkness, I had the feeling that it led into a deep formation of catacombs. I wasn't sure I was ready to go that far yet.

I heard Andy Samberg start yelling, "Alien! Alien! Oh god I got him!" I then heard gunshots coming from the other side of the house. Everyone rushed over to him to find that he had, in his great ignorance, shot and killed an old man who had come to greet us. We were all speechless and serious with the exception of the smug "oops" grin Andy Samberg typically has. Just then, a large rover the size of a monster truck pulls up to the property, and the remaining settlers we were looking for came out and greeted us. They quickly realized what had happened, luckily knowing it was only the fault of Andy Samberg. We tied him up and continued on with the mission, unanimously deciding that later we would decide what to do with him.


I mean, I'm not a huge fan of Andy Samberg as an actor.

(earlier)

+(f) driving in dark city. Disembodied. Watching cars skid and slide around corners at high speed and drive away. I'm making similar maneuvers. One of my sons is in the car with me

+ [DO] billiards table. I think about showing off by making a draw carom of the cue ball from one corner to the next (nearby) corner to knock in the ball hanging in the jaws.

+ In back porch of childhood home with some man. My baby is there, too, I'm holding him in my arms. At one point he's upside down and I'm holding his feet. I wipe his face and mouth vigorously with a towel

(later)
+ there is a big celebration and ceremony planned. I realize they have not put out the California flag yet. I thread the flag on to the pole like the curtains I put up IWL before bed, alternating bend on the holes through the rod. We make our way out to the stage. I sing, alone, acapella, "Hail to California", in good tune, I remember all the words. I hold the long note at the word "Faaaaaaiiiiillllll" longer than normal to impress people, and I hold the tone and do not do the descending notes (but I imagine them).

+(f) I see E, there is another woman, too. E is talking. As she speaks I see her descending into a fit of hysterics (anger). She is laughing with the other woman. Her mouth is open and I'm inspecting her teeth, they seem strange.

+ outside in the theater at the celebration (perhaps same one where I'm singing, above), the manager woman arrives and someone (me?) tells her that she should be performing her duty and greeting the attendees, and she moves to do that. Back stage, kids are placing decorations. There are paper/foam flowers that are being arranged by one kid, and I think that the manager woman would probably want to scold them or to have them fix their arrangement, so I nod my head in their direction as if to say "well go ahead and tell them to fix it if you want."

+(f) outdoors event of some kind with people -- I look up and see a detailed, large floating castle in the sky, built of stone/brick. Something about another building, there's a small model, then it appears full sized. There's a little kid slide building and it's a special holiday so people are singing a song about it? Kids are sliding on it.

I am in a building and notice the lights were completely off. As I am walking I become lucid and notice a person with in the darkness. I go to them and realize this was someone I had been expecting to see from yesterday. We begin talking and ended up showing me around the place. I wake up

Morning of January 14, 2019. Monday.

Dream #: 19,019-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



Zsuzsanna and I are on the back porch of our present home on W Street seemingly before dawn though there is enough light to discern images. My perception is extraordinarily vivid though I am not aware I am dreaming. She is to my left (our sleeping orientation). We are sitting and facing south toward our backyard. There is a big table (that does not exist in reality) that fills most of the space of our porch to the right of the back door (when facing the back of our house).

I notice two features, both of which are yellow and black and about two feet apart, their heads facing toward the backyard. The closest to me looks like a soft toy. It is an elongated bee. The other one has a similar appearance but changes over time. I ask Zsuzsanna if it is an animal.

“That’s just fuzz,” she says.

Making an effort to discern the farthest feature more clearly, I see it is a big yellow and black caterpillar as long as my forearm and with long hairs. I gaze at it in wonder and soon realize I am dreaming, but I eventually wake without attempting to take control.

---

One of the only statements I have ever read in any public source that held any truth regarding dreams is: “Similarly, he (Herbert Silberer) has shown that the conclusions of some dreams or some divisions in their content merely signify the dreamer’s own perception of his sleeping and waking.” (This is one of the only factors of dreams with established validity.) It goes on to say, “in persons who are gifted philosophically and accustomed to introspection it may become very evident.” (It was evident to me when I was very young, yet many people never realize it and consequently, pursue “interpretation.”)

This dream renders the same processes in the same order as tens of thousands of previous examples since early childhood (and it is very similar in content to many others) but holds the interconsciousness thread that features Zsuzsanna, an additional emerging consciousness precursor. “That’s just fuzz” means I am not yet fully discerning enigmatic space (and aware I am dreaming). Porches are “bridges” in enigmatic space and represent liminal space in waking life as being a “bridge” between one’s house and the outside.

The final emerging consciousness factor is the big yellow caterpillar. It correlates with vestibular system dynamics. Yellow is only discernible in a dream in becoming more aware of my dream self and simultaneously closer to my conscious self identity. A caterpillar is a precursor to flight as a butterfly. The bee is a soft toy here (a pillow association and thus a dream state indicator). Bees typically represent the increased neural activity of the waking process.

The soft toy and the caterpillar are dual autosymbolism. (Dreams are not symbolic in the conventional sense.) They are on my left because they are precursors rather than active anticipation of the process. (I most often sleep on my left side.)

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The dream was set in a desert area in Egypt. I was with a few of my friends and sister. We were riding around through these tropical trees and ended up at this towncenter up against some mountains. There was a dust storm coming or partially already hit. I can't really remember what happened here. We were sort of in the buildings. There were merchants there selling things. Dust was blowing everywhere.

I woke up from the dream but as I was going back to bed I noticed my body was going to sleep but I kept telling myself "my body will go to sleep but I'm going to stay awake. Stay awake. Stay awake." So now my body is asleep and I'm sort of stuck in gray matter trying to think of a dream scene. I recall my last dream and try to focus on the desert. The desert starts to appear and I'm now zooming through it with tropical trees around me. It's all very clear this time around compared to last. I can see everything in great detail. There's a path that I'm following, I'm riding in a jeep with the doors all taken off. To the left of me is a large body of clear blue water. I round a turn and go through this tunnel back to the towncenter. I keep telling myself to stay aware of the dream. I look around and remember that I can talk to people. As I'm looking for someone to talk to the lucid dream collapses.

I was at school and seem to be doing an athletic activity with others. It was a different kind of sport that involve chasing a ball that could float down in mid air. My team had the ball but this girl use a long pole that seem to have appear out of no where and smack the ball to such a distance. I somehow knew I could run faster than normal and chose to do so in order to catch the ball at a faster rate. She then follow me and we begin to talk trash to each other about who could do better.

We agreed to do a 1 on 1 at a different location from the school. While walking and leaving the school I notice that the sky change quickly to night and that the girl I was meant to compete with had disappear I then saw a building and walk to it and open the door. I then see my father and he says he's been looking for me and that I need to get a few things done here. I go to the receptionist and tell her what do I need to get done. A business woman then calls my name and tells me to sign a few things here.

As I am filling it out, I begin to realize it's a dream and ask about how I could get hired as in waking life I am looking for a new job. Not too long after discussing it I wake up.

Before going to sleep I tried meditating and picture myself awake touching things in my room, dancing and checking out of the window. Then I tried going back to my body and think deeply that I could lucid dream or astrally project myself. I wanted to dream travel to find a guide. I waited until reaching a division between body and mind but after one hour I was still awake and felt my body semi-paralized couple of times. unfortunatelly at some point I felt asleep without realizing it.
In the dream I was in a square discussing with a girl telling me that what I was doing was bullshit. The dream then changed and I was searching for a meaning in a building with a lot of security alarms with a couple of other people. One of them died (I don't remember how). Probably I decided to change location since it was risky but still wanted to search for answers (probably about dreams themselves) and got in a bar in my hometown. I remember I was talking with someone that I needed to find my professor of the uni to have answers. The bar became a networking event and I saw my professor and went to talk with him. His face was different but I knew it was him. I don't remember what we said each other. then I woke up.

Other times I reached some kind of lucidity, this time I feel I failed. I never try to do a reality check because I probably don't realize I am actually dreaming.
Now I will try also other techniques everyday for the next month. I am curious to take this journey. My objective is astral projection. I will take notes here as my own diary but would be nice to hear advice from this nice community.

Cheers,

S.

(early)
+(f, vague) in a car, leaving a parking log, turning right on to a street. There is a high curb, and cars are approaching from the left

(later)
+ [vivid] on a beach, with people, wondering what to do: I think about taking a boat trip out to islands off shore. Then I am (disembodied observer?) flying out over the waves. I approach one of the islands and circle it counter-clockwise slowly. It is about 50 yards in diameter, and rocky, the rocks are dark. On the island are very large colorful (single color each) birds that have heads that resemble parrots. They are about 4-6 feet tall and are just standing around there. I see white, red, green, blue, a number of different colors. Each bird is standing alone. I'm thinking that this area is a special reserve and people are not allowed on to these islands. Back on the shore, I describe the parrots to someone I'm with, saying they're "4 feet tall and colorful."

+ (mostly verbal, not much visuals) in a restaurant, speaking to the hostess about my order, she's asking me what I want. I'm asking clarifying questions. When it becomes clear that one of the things I'm ordering is a variant of Coke, I say I don't want it. I'm asking about the large set of flavors and where they come from. I think they must be brought from small villages far away and so imagine they are not all available.

+ standing outside an apartment, speaking with a (neighbor?) about the fact that the power is off. I go inside (my?) apartment and start flipping light switches. Some respond, some don't, it's hard to tell, the lights are behind me when I'm flipping the switches.

+ I'm in a locker room, a commercial place, there are lots of people, and I'm walking along a row of lockers. I'm looking for a note left to me by someone. I can't find it. I'm reading tags and little books of notes left on the handles of the lockers but can't see the one addressed to me. Then I get the brilliant idea to just call the cell # of the guy I'm trying to reach, (I see if on my cell phone screen?) Then I realize the number I need to call is in another state so there's not much point.

+ on the street outside my old CA home, walking by the next-door neighbor's house. She is having major renovations done, there are workers all over the house. She has placed cones on the street and outside her home so that nobody will park there. She is sitting at a desk on the sidewalk facing her home and I'm walking behind her. I walk by her but think I should stop to say hello since I haven't seen her for a number of years after moving away.

Morning of January 14, 2019. Monday.

Dream #: 19,019-02. Reading time: 3 min 40 sec.



Most threads of the awareness of my identity remain in entering sleep, though my perception of what house I am in changes. I look at a knotty pine wall. It would be the north wall of the Cubitis living room (in Florida, not seen in real life since 1978), though I erroneously consider it as the north wall of the northeast bedroom of the Loomis Street house (in Wisconsin, unseen in real life since 1994), which it becomes later. Instead of correctly seeing this segment as a dream, I see it as an opportunity to enter the dream state consciously. I focus on separating the imaginary wall from the “real” version (which is also imaginary). There is double vision for a short time. A pack of cigarettes is somehow stuck sideways on the wall, from its back. I pull one out to the left from it with my hands that I can feel but not see, considering my invisible hands as my link to the dream state. It is working well as I hold my discernment. (I do not smoke in real life.) I can vividly feel the texture of the surfaces with my invisible hands.

Later, I am in my fictitious body in the northeast bedroom of the Loomis Street house. A sheet is in a lump on the bed, but I summon Zsuzsanna from beneath it. We indulge in lovemaking twice. After the second session, I absentmindedly decide she will become a vampire, but the transformation only lasts for about two seconds before the essence of the scenario returns to normal.

The preconscious manifests as an unknown male and seems to want me to leave the dream state. He sings a sarcastic song that includes obscenities and talks about what my encounter might symbolize.

“Dreams don’t have symbols as meaning anything in waking life, you stupid STUPID f—!” I say as loudly as I can. I continue to affirm my knowledge that dreams stem from dreaming processes and my perception of being asleep and are concurrent events that result from being in the dream state. “This is not my real body,” I say, “I am not conscious, I am asleep, and this is not my house. It is a dream, so SHUT UP and stop comparing it with real life, you idiot!”

The preconscious simulacrum sits on the window sill and looks sad and defeated (atypically passive behavior for reticular activating system personification), and my dream becomes astoundingly vivid as a result. I go to the porch to enhance my awareness even more. Using the porch to solidify the “bridge” of enigmatic space as I have done many times in past dreams, my dream becomes so vivid that I marvel at the detail and three-dimensionality. I decide to make fun of people who talk about “reality checks,” making my right hand claw-like and smashing my fingers against the front wall of the porch to the right of its door. It is as solid as a rock at this level of dream state awareness. “Reality checks are re-tar-da-tion,” I tap with each syllable, feeling very amused and satisfied.

As I stand on the north side of the porch, I watch my brother-in-law Bob walk out from inside his house, probably going out to his car. Marilyn (deceased in real life) also eventually walks out after him. I recall that she had died in real life. I talk to her briefly.

I look out at the street and suburban neighborhood. It seems to be late morning. “Oh, it’s all so beautiful,” I scream as loudly as I can. “You’re beautiful,” I scream at the sky. “You’re beautiful,” I scream at the bumpy, shiny surface of the street. “It’s beautiful,” I yell at least ten times. I continue to marvel at the detail. The more I scream, and the more emotion I use, the more vivid my dream becomes and the more it stabilizes. I look around in astonishment. There is an incredible sense of peace, security, and well-being.

I eventually choose to step outside from the porch door (a technique I have used since childhood), and my dream vivifies again. I cross the street and indulge in lovemaking with Zsuzsanna (from behind) for the third time as she leans forward against a wooden fence (not a real-life feature but a thread that divides enigmatic space). Other people are standing around.

Natural melatonin mediation becomes an emerging thread. As a result, I notice a shallow pond on my left in someone’s front yard. Vestibular system correlation begins to initialize, creating a line of cars approaching from my right, curiously on the big front lawns of the neighboring houses rather than the street. In an absentminded reinduction thread, the first car, about two-thirds the size of a real one, flies through the air and crashes into the pond. I find it very amusing and anticipate the next one. Bob and Marilyn and a few other people look on. The second car flies through the air and crashes into the pond.

The second car rises vertically from the pond and walks toward me, its underside facing me. “C'mon, you need to wake up now, your body’s gotta p-ss,” it says in a hoarse electronic voice. It grows stubby metal arms in an attempt to beat me up. I swing my right fist around at it and effortlessly knock it back into the pond.

Even so, I move my right leg over the bottom horizontal bar of the wooden fence to wake myself instantly.

---

I had several dreams last night so and usually only one sticks out or I only remember one, but this time I remembered the majority of the first one and it was referenced and the same setting was used in the second one. So I must give a brief description of the first one before I get into the second one.

1.
I was part of this migration of people going through this land. It started in a port city which had a winding road in it that went up a mountain. The city had an unusual amount of children in it and from what I remember a good majority of them were androids pretending to be human. However, they were indiscernible from real humans. So brings me to the migration I was a part of. I was a female, more or less a child. I was following a man I didn’t know, but he was helping me through everything. I never knew whether or not I was an android and neither did he, but he was nice. I don’t know why he was migrating with us, maybe just an adult to help soothe the children on this journey? We were headed to a place that supposedly could determine who was human and who was android. I almost made it to the top of the mountain, but I woke up suddenly and was very confused about where I was. It only lasted for a brief moment before I just rolled over and went back to sleep.

The second dream I had was several hours later. After I woke up to feed Jack and change her. I went back to sleep while she slept and that’s when I had the second dream.

2.
My dream panned over many big dinosaurs wearing clothes playing tabletop games. Things like card games, board games, that sort of thing. A few male dinosaurs looked over to their right and remarked in disgust at someone and moved toward them, looking like they wanted to cause trouble. The dream camera followed their path over to the last table in this row. It came to a stop over the table where I couldn’t see the people standing around it. One lone ship sat on this side of the oversized board of battleship. The male dinosaurs placed pegs on the last ship to mark it as “sunk” and laughed a nasty sneering laugh. The dream camera panned over to me. I was a very buff, very tall male. I wore a white t-shirt that was rather tight and jeans, with tennis shoes. I was pretty handsome and did not look at all like I do in real life. I had this stoney expression on my face as I tried to mask the irritation I was feeling. The camera moved so I was seeing through my eyes, instead of at myself, so finally I was really me. The dinosaurs mocked me as they shouted, “I won!” at me and made little crying gestures. I pushed past them and purposefully shoved one as I went past. He shouted at me to watch it and I rounded on him as grabbed my arm. I wound up and punched him right in the face. I knocked him out cold.
I continued on my way to the other side of the park where the lacrosse field was, although I know what a lacrosse field looks like it was set up like a tennis court for some reason. I pulled on a jersey and grabbed a lacrosse stick and started to play by myself. I've played lacrosse in gym, I know how it is played. I started to play like it was tennis. And yes it was still a lacrosse stick not a tennis racket. Although I was like hitting the ball extra hard, like anime hard. It felt good, but I felt like I was going through jelly and even though I had extraordinary reaction times I wasn’t fast enough to hit the ball twice. Eventually my friend™ came and played lacrosse with me. It was very intense and I still felt like I was going through jelly, although I was able to hit the ball coming from him.
One stray ball that I hit went all the way across the park and struck a lady in the head. I never saw her face, but I rushed over to her and people were screaming she was dead. She wore green flowing robes that made her look like royalty. She also had a headdress on in a sort of seafoam color in the same material. I scooped her up and booked it to the towns clinic. It was a small town so nothing was far away. I burst in their doors and realized I was suddenly wearing my t-shirt again and a my coat in rl which is oversized (like its a 3XL and I’m a M maybe a L at the biggest but on dream self with all my muscles and tallness I wish I had it looked way better fit way more), black, and has fur trim on the hood. I rushed over to the nearest doctor I could find and told him he needed to help this woman. I told him what happened and the doctor told me that they didn’t have the equipment that was needed to help her. I pleaded with him and told him that I needed to get her to the nearest hospital now. I told him that I’d run anywhere I needed to take her. He looked at me with this weird look I can only describe as disbelief. I told him that I owed it to her since I was the one who caused her injury.
He gave a sigh and told me there was a hospital down the mountain in a port city. I asked him if there was a winding road and an overwhelming number of children. He said yes although he though the children weren’t really humans. I told him I knew what he meant. I told him that I had a dream about this city and my travel up the mountain. He said that it was very interesting and pondered this for a moment. He said he was going to accompany me since the walking way down is perilous. I welcomed him and started making my way to the path down. The mountain was steep and I could barely see the city. But I was full of adrenaline and determination to get this woman help. However she shrunk down to the size of a toddler, still in her robes, but it was weird and neither of us said anything. She was moving, so she was alive, but very unconscious. The doctor and I helped each other navigate the broken steps down and the occasional basically ladders the steps were so steep. I never once let go of the woman though. She was my burden to carry.
Once we made it down the mountain and to the edge of the city the doctor told me I was on my own, he wasn’t able to enter the city for some reason. I just accepted this and pressed on. I ran through the city searching for this hospital but it was hard to find anything here in the dead of night. The city itself was also strange. Everything was like it was in the past. It was all wood and wrought iron and the signs were just painted boards. Even the people were dressed like it was freaking the 1800s. I stuck out like a sore thumb but I didn’t care I was desperate to find this woman help. I eventually asked some people on the street where the hospital was and they pointed to a mongolian BBQ and told me was in the basement. Just go down instead of up the stairs. I was very confused and somewhat concerned, but I raced across the street and immediately saw what they meant. A sign saying something to the effect of hospital was hung above the downward stairs. A long line formed down them.
I ran past them and skidded to a stop when I was met with almost medieval technology spread across the room. The doctors were even dressed like the olden days doctors would be. I was horrified but they were my best option at this point. The woman didn’t have much time. A doctor approached me and I pleaded with him to help her and that she was dying. He took action and had me place her in this machine. He took her clothes off so they wouldn’t interfere with it and I was shocked to see that her skin was actually the seafoam green. The doctor bold me that he didn’t have the necessary material to help her. He looked frantic, I told him that I would help in any way I could. He thought for a moment and told me I would have to step into the other end of the machine where the material would be placed in. I didn’t hesitate, just tore off my jacket and stepped in. I could see through a small window in the door after he closed it. The doctor had a smile a mile wide. It took me a second to process all that I was seeing. Several teenagers lined a wall with seafoam tinted skin, all of them alive, but they seemed checked out and just really zombie like. Standing still and drooping. Next to them were vats with people that looked like the woman. I started to pound on the door, but it wasn’t enough. He turned it on and I blacked out.
When I came to I stepped out of the machine. My brain was almost nothing. My skin was tinted that seafoam green. I felt heavy and droopy. I shuffled past the doctor who stared at me. I moved past the people on the stairs and out the door. I walked aimlessly on the streets. I only had one thing in my mind. I had to help someone. Everyone stared at me. I just wandered until some man came up to me, fantic, crazed, desperate, and flailing everywhere. I just looked at him while he was talking a mile a minute. I could barely understand what he was saying, but I understood one thing. He wanted me to follow him. He needed help. He took off and I followed him to the edge of town. He ran around a building and when I got there I didn’t see him. I just stood there, drooping, heavy, and blank. I turned to leave, but the doctor from the mountain seized me. He grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me in the face. When he saw my blank eyes he smiled. I recognized him.
“I helped the woman. She got fixed,” I said in a monotone voice.
“No you didn’t she’s at the top of the mountain. You’ve got to help her, it’s your fault she’s dying,” the doctor said. I looked up the sheer path we took and started up the mountain side. The doctor laughed and followed after me. I was walking, not rushing, but it didn’t seem to take long to get up the mountain. Maybe I blanked it out. I’m not sure. When we were almost at the top the doctor almost fell backwards off one of the ladder type portions. I caught him in one hand and helped him back on. He was shaking and froze where he was.
“You have to keep going. We need to help,” I told him. He laughed a crazed laugh.
“You’re pushing me onwards? I’m forcing you up this mountain and geez what a turn around,” he laughed. We continued on and came to the edge. We stood there panting. The doctor was visibly cold from the snow and wind. I felt nothing in my t-shirt. We went to the park where the accident happened and there were men sitting in chairs in a half circle. The doctor went to stand next to them and I stood in the middle.
“You are back,” the men remarked. None commented on the color of my skin, my demeanor, or the fact that I wasn’t wearing a coat.
I simply said, “I need to help the woman. It’s my fault. She’s dying.” The men looked among themselves, very confused.
“But you helped her already, that’s where you’re coming from isn’t it?” they asked.
“No, she is dying. It’s my fault. I need to bring her down the mountain to the hospital.” I spotted an axe in a chair in the corner. “That is the weapon that caused the injury.” I went over to it and took it out of the chair. “I must bring this with. I need to help her.” I turned around to go down the mountain, but the men stopped me.
“But, you helped her. You brought her to the hospital. There was no axe involved,” they told me. I stared down at the axe. I was told that this was what I needed to help her. This was to help her. But then I had a flash in my mind of bringing the woman down the mountain and I fell to the ground in pain. I had the option like it was a video game to either believe them or believe the doctor. I chose to believe the men and they killed the doctor after I explained what he told me. But then I turned around anyway and started down the mountain with the axe, still blank, droopy, heavy, and slow. But then I woke up mid way down the mountain again.

Jack woke me up with her babbling and she needed to be changed so I didn't go back to sleep as it was about noon.

I was finally successful with the DEILD methos, and managed to chain two lucid dreams together.

I was in the form of Stan from American Dad initially. I just caught wind that a dangerous organization was after me and my family. I ran back to my house,which was a decent sized tree house a couple stories up in a tree. My family was the wife and two kids in the Incredibles. We were all frantically packing the things we needed when I started catching wind that they were about to roll up on us. I shouted for everyone to leave immediately. They were on it. They jumped from the back door and glided down effortlessly. My wife lead them on foot through the fields that stretched as far as the eye can see. I started getting that familiar feeling and began to realize I was dreaming.

I looked out a window and saw a black limo pull up and park beneath my front door. It was them. I shouldered my bag and jumped out the back door, gliding down and then used that momentum to take a couple steps and launch myself into the air once more. It felt like low gravity mixed with being on a hang glider, or Crouching tiger hidden dragon. As I gently descended, I would push off the ground and launch back into the sky at great speed.

I repeated this process of jumping - gliding - jumping and began getting faster and faster. I was conscious that looking down even when I was 30 or 40 feet in the air didn't bother me. The ground turned to flooded, barren corn fields up ahead. I could see I had almost caught up with my family. As I got within earshot, I greeted them to let them know I was safe and then kept at the rear of the group. We dashed around tree lines that separated the square acres of field and came upon a gas station in the middle of nowhere. I took one last jump and made it on top of the room that hangs over the gas pump. The wife and kids dashed inside for drinks and snacks. I surveyed the area briefly. It wasn't a tiny gas station, but a Sheetz that would get a good deal of business. We all felt it was a safe place to take a rest. I dropped down from the roof and walked inside. My wife approached me and said "Honey, they have a place we can stay for a while. It's a motel." I and everyone else was relieved.

I woke up and without thinking, rolled over and opened my eyes a bit. I was really hoping to get back into this dream using the DEILD method. As quickly as I could, I got comfortable and began trying to envision those flooded corn fields, walking on the surface of the water, jumping high into the air. And before I knew it this reality faded, and the dream world I was envisioning materialized right before my mind's eye.

I was standing outside the motel side of the gas station, staring into the wispy blue sky, feeling the cool air calmly blow past me. I thought to myself "Alright, I'm back. But what should I do now?" The ground began to rumble and a deep roar vibrated the air. To my left coming down the dirt road was a dragon, and it was coming straight for me. I guess my dream wanted to make things interesting for me. I took off, pushing hard against the ground and launching myself into the air just as before. But this time there was a real sense of danger and franticness, because this dragon had no problems keeping up with me. As I covered some distance, maybe 1/4 mile, the ground became more and more saturated until it was all just flood water with broken bits of corn stalks poking through. I thought of my experience walking on water in a lucid dream I had a few weeks ago, and found I was much improved. Every time my feet touched the surface, I was able to push off with plenty of force to send me flying. I looked back to see the dragon had gave up running, and is now swimming towards me. And it was MUCH faster at swimming. So much so that he would be on me within a minute.

I changed course and shot off through a line of trees. I saw the back of a very large building up ahead, what seemed like a mall. I ran and jumped once more, using my feet to push myself vertically. I couldn't take it all in one leap so I pounded up the rest of the way with my feet and hands against the brick. Looking back, the dragon had resurfaced and was definitely slowed down by the tree line, but it was quickly figuring out how to squeeze through. I still had several ledges to climb before I would be out of the dragon's reach. I continued my ascent, leaping 10-15 feet in the air and catching the brick corners, then pulling myself up. On one of the highest ledges, I saw a hole the size of a football in the brick. I tried to peer inside, but I couldn't. It almost seemed like this was here intentionally, like a video game designer put this here as a reward for the curious gamer who explored this part of the map. I opened my palms and gave a mighty shove, yelling "HAH!" The brick exploded back into a hollow cavern that contained and jeweled, stone rabbit and two small treasure chests. I grabbed the stone rabbit by the ears and began running again. I didn't have time to waste with this dragon still hot on my tail.

I woke.
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It seemed that my lucidity gradually wore out as the dream progressed. It definitely peaked when I was looking at the sky outside of the motel, when I had a chance to calm myself and wonder what to do next in the dream. But the more preoccupied I was with the action going on, the less I was able to think clearly about anything else. However, my DEILD was successful, and that makes me happy and excited to expand upon it!

+ see E, ask what she's doing, she's surprised I asked and pleased

+(f) [lucid moment?] my bag's been stolen, "my life is ruined", my only chance is if I'm dreaming, nose pinch shows I am but I immediately lose lucidity

+ sliding down a tall spiral slide, kids get bunched up/stuck in the middle, there's still coming down from above and we collide

+(f) porcelain girls laid out on a table? Orally doing each other?

+(vague) something outside in the dark among buildings with people

+ my college alma mater football game against the (FC = foreign country where I live) team. Walking high through the stands to find a seat, think I"ll root in the middle of the FC area for my old college, I may get hit for that. For a view get down to the frozen river/bridge, then there's a swim meet between the two teams 100 yards apart and the water is rough with high waves

+ elevator (keeps returning to 1st floor, waiting for E), FC people there saying "don't push" in foreign language, eventually go up, exit to a market place wide open to the left lots of vendors

+ squash match in FC. I shake FC president's hand. I may wrestle him, what if I hurt him? Looking for my shorts for the squash game. They're preparing the court, it's one of several courts without separating side walls. There are large (2-3x life) trophies attached to the front walls, I think this will interfere with the game, but they I see a team is dismantling and removing them.