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First lucid in many years,and the main reason I'm back on Dream Views. Nothing majorly interesting but the thrill of being lucid is what counted for me.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

The dream starts with me sneaking around a house-like building, with men on guard wandering around on duty. Anything before is hazy, but I spent a while recalling back to this point. I can vaguely remember a fragment that took place in a Halo: Reach-like area, perhaps linked to this current scene. I was crawling on a higher ground, spying through a small gap between the wall and roof, watching an armed man walk up and down. I was with someone, but I don't remember exactly who, most likely my step brother. I also barely remember some kind of animal/pet. We were spotted as we escaped the building. This section is hazy, but not long after I arrived near my home, where I did some DIY for my Grandmother, and passed through the forest next to my house to do some DIY for an old neighbour who moved nearby.

I headed back to the entrance of the forest and found myself with my step brother, who had a Bannerlord-esque army formation outside my house, opposing a similar army. I went into the forest and decided to try and test if my slow-walk chase nightmares are legit of if it's just the ground's fault. I slipped up and ran very slowly as expected, and concluded it was not the dream's fault but rather the ground I try to run on. Back at the forest entrance again, my step brother suggests we light the army of soldiers on fire - to which I disagreed and insulted him in a similar way to a previous dream - a sure dream element to keep an eye on. I head back down the forest path I had just walked, but after a few steps I become instantly lucid out of nowhere.

I never expected to get lucid so soon after returning - in just five nights after 4+ years. This feeling was very intense and vivid, my first thought was to focus on stabilising. I performed my main reality check and was pretty worried about losing lucidity, so I kept trying to remind myself. This, however, didn't get me very far, as I was distracted by my urge to change my surroundings. I took a few steps, and felt very sluggish and slow - almost like the previous attempts at recreating the nightmare slow-running. After failing to change my surroundings, I managed to create this very strong red tint across the trees of the forest, which shook the Earth as it rapidly grew in intensity. It vanished instantly after I lost focus on it. I ventured, at a normal pace, further into the forest, where I had a semi-lucid sexual urge for some reason. Instead, however, my brain decided to give me a dozen wooden-skinned, blank faced mannequins wearing skirts. I ran my hands across one's arm, intrigued by the surrealism and my lucidity faded rapidly.

I head back, yet again, to the forest entrance where I have a hazy conversation with a bald man until the dream seemingly ends.

Well, this one was really eventful considering how early I am into my return to lucid dreaming. My recall is better than it's been in years and most of the knowledge I learned during my times here in 2012 has stayed with me. Hopefully my next lucid dream will be longer and easier for me to control, and the rest of what I know deep down will return.

Possible recurring elements:
-Family
-Anger, bottled up feelings
-Local neighbourhood

Notes:
-Second dream I have had a negative interaction with my step brother based on bottled up feelings. Present in Dream #2
-Yet another local area, should be easy to form reality check habits this way. This local area is the forest opposite my house

Lucidity notes:
-Everyone vanished upon attaining lucidity, happens almost every time for me
-Control mostly failed, need to improve
-Stability needs improving greatly

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I spent a while recalling this one, extracted a fair bit more than usual.

I'm in an unfamiliar city, with a hotel across the road. In the near distance, just up a small hill, there is a warehouse with coffins stacked outside. A weird man invites me to follow him into the nearby hotel, which I accept. He goes first, and pokes his head out of the very top window. I head up there and upon arrival, I look outside the window and see that the coffins in the distance are empty - with some workers moving them. Within seconds, a swarm of vampires of wildly varying aesthetics fly around the top floor of this hotel building, which is now large and open like a warehouse. Many guards, presumably from the opposing warehouse, fight the vampires in an Oblivion-like fight. I decide to join the vampires, and I head down some stairs and out of the building, where I find myself fighting an Argonian female on a path near the city of Windhelm in Skyrim. I win the fight.

Possible recurring elements:
-Vampires
-Skyrim
-Sneaking

Notes:
-Second vampire dream out of 4

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I have a false awakening, perhaps not the start of the dream due to being very hazy. My immediate thought was "nah I didn't have any dreams". I start complaining about things, to which my step brother, staying the night in my room, tells me that he's pretty tired of my whining. In response, I hurl all kinds of insults from my bottled up anger.

I couldn't recall anything after that, probably for the best.

Possible recurring elements:
-Family
-Anger, bottled up feelings

Notes:
-Bottle up feelings seems to be something that carries over from reality, I may be able to use this to form a good reality check habit

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

The dream (potentially, as far as my recall can acquire) starts with me waiting in my local town with old school friends, very similarly to the previous dream. We are waiting for buses, which follow no particular time schedule. The journeys involve random conversations with people I went to school with. The bus always ends up at the spot it picked us up from. Upon exiting the bus for the third time, I hear a cry for help in a nearby, horror movie-esque house, which I go inside and investigate. A woman is laying in a sack, tied up next to a wardrobe - I free her and she reveals to me that she is a vampire. She isn't harmful, but we hear a noise that we believe to be the owner of a house. The vampire says he is a serial killer and likely the one that kidnapped her.

The dream ends here.

Possible recurring elements:
-Vampires
-Old classmates, school
-Local city centre

Notes:
-Two local area + schoolmate dreams in a row

First of all, this is my first post in years. Decided to keep old posts but start from #1 for my recent dream journal. Below is a colour code format to help identify the points of lucidity and which is a regular dream point.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

The dream starts in my local riverside village, with a group of who I think were students went to school with. We were approached by a man who would talk about movie trailers, and would show us various ones. Eventually, traits of the movie trailer would merge in with the surroundings - a child-size car driven by two small darkskin elf-like people sped by, crashing into nearby objects. Chaos ensued, as the trailer man mentioned a lack of ice cream was causing issues in the village. Not long after, the group and I headed over to an ice cream stall and worked a shift to provide the people with blue ice cream.

As far as my recall goes, this is where the dream ends.

Possible recurring elements:
-Old classmates, school
-Local village

Notes:
-Not much I can utilise here, but it's a start
-I have been to the local village before in dreams

Jamie

A good dream for once. Just sitting on a couch with Jamie with my arm around her and i think she is reciprocating. she's letting me know she still cares and feels good about me. but her mood suggests she is also angry with about something? Not sure.


Crazy

In a semi lucid. I'm in front of a haunted mirror? not sure but i am encased in mirror on all sides of me. I feel a really evil presence so i draw with my finger on the mirror in front of me a cross and say, "The power of Christ compels you!" I say it somewhat jokingly. Instantly I'm in sleep paralysis in my bed and i hear a baby laughing menacingly at me...

Alarm

Not sure what was happening but i had a false awakening because of an alarm clock going off in the dream i had a FA in. Which really woke me up even though in reality no alarm had gone off....

I am flying. It seems that I’ve looked around me and noticed that I am maybe fifty feet or so up into the air. I notice the blue sky surrounding me and have to concentrate hard to keep moving upwards. There are two birds that I surpass. I notice a white fence way down below and continue using all of my willpower to stay afloat. There is music playing, seemingly just emanating from the surroundings, that I can hear crystal clear (but don’t remember) and that helps me stay afloat. I think I eventually come down.




I am on a walk and almost back to the house when I notice a house with an open garage. There is an older man sitting in a chair at the threshold with what looks like a border collie at his feet. It looks like he is having a small garage sale with most of the stuff in the garage (I think the driveway is short). I walk up and start petting the dog’s soft fur. I briefly consider the possibility of this spreading the virus, but the man doesn’t seem to care. The man seems friendly and pleased to have company. He says hi, I ask how he is, and we make small talk. Despite his amiability, I sense something slightly off. I notice a box of books and a box of what looks like VHS tapes. There’s really not much more, and nothing that catches my attention. The man asks if I have a MasterCard. I tell him “I have a Visa card,” not sure why he’s asking, unless he has a card reader. I was about to leave, but he starts telling me that he wants me to leave a card since I’ve already looked at stuff. A little baffled, I tell him it’s not that I don’t trust him but I just don’t feel comfortable doing that. Mom now shows up, like she was on a walk too. I tell the man I live right across the street, gesturing to the house directly across the street, asking if that changes anything. He contemplates and then says no. Mom and I just walk away from him; he accepts defeat without a word and sits back down. I notice his kind of creepy, flyaway white hair.




I am in some house; Mom is here too. I open the fridge and see that I have about ¾ of a glass of dark beer left. I wonder if it’s still good. I open some cabinets where the trash should be, but only find a ton of empty craft beer bombers.

#535- DILD

I don't know how it started but I was talking to my parents out side and I just start flying then I have a gradual realization that I shouldn't be able to do this. I say only to myself that I am dreaming. I enjoy flying more like hovering around then I finally say out loud this is a dream do you know how I know I shouldn't be able to do this and I rise far about their heads. They are looking up and smiling. Everything but my parents turns a solid white. I say for some reason when I get to high everything gets unstable. As I come back down the to ground I wake up

4 months since my last lucid. I suck at this now.

Ghost leviathan attack
I am standing in the doorway of a room in my house. Out the window is the void of Subnautica, and I hear ghost leviathans outside. I am scared of even seeing them, so I look away again. I hear them attacking the window, but they are not getting through. I know it is a scene in Subnautica in the dream. I then sort of have a top view of the void, and it's nearly entirely black, but to the top left I see colors, but I don't really remember which.

Ohohohohohohohoo im so mysterious heres a random puzzle that you probably wont bother to solve and only makes my dream journal more confusing

solution?

it's soar but with easter eggs

it's charismabby but with easter eggs

it's beautiful garden but with easter eggs

it's ice ice baby but with easter eggs

it's true synthesia but with easter eggs

this dream should honestly be renamed to "easter eggs: the dream".

Going on a spaceship
I am sort of talking to a person, but I barely had a view of it. It was really weird. Then we go into a spaceship, which only consists of a few chairs in the back. I am there, along with a few more volunteers. I then hear that we will have to be in this single room for 15 years until anything can happen. I am shocked and want to leave again, but it was too late, and I open the door just to see space. There didn't seem to be a vacuum, so nothing more happened. Then I suddenly had some sort of cable, and I asked one of the volunteers to try and grab it because I want to see if I can go out and look around. For some reason, it was like in a video game, and the interaction for the cable just wasn't set up, so I couldn't do that. I saw that the galaxies were really weird, and physics weren't quite comprehensible in this universe, so there is no way I can really explain how it was.
We suddenly arrive at a building, like an office building, which was really weird and mysterious. We all went out and explored. There were a bunch of tables with computers and paperwork, as well as mugs for coffee. On the floor was a mess of paperwork. There were a lot of windows, simply going out into space. There were zombie-like people laying on the ground. We go to explore further, going into a door in the back, on the left, and there was one of these zombies laying around, which looked like nullbodies from boneworks. There is another person behind me, and I have found a gun somewhere. Suddenly the zombie moves and stands up, and I shout that the zombie has woken back up, and I shoot it until it is dead. If I remember correctly, the volunteer then thanks me. We go into a sort of backroom, but I don't quite remember how it looked. I grab a bunch of pencils to take back with me into the space ship. Suddenly, a volunteer tells me that we have to go, in a sort of annoyed vocal tone, probably annoyed about me taking so much stuff. I run back and put the pencils into my pockets. I then want to take a mug, but it seems to be dirty. The spaceship starts flying without me, making TARDIS noises, and I quickly jump through the door and sit down.

Morning of April 21, 2020. Tuesday.

Dream #: 19,482-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



This dream is a typical random summoning type in instinctual mode, not much different as those from early childhood on, though in this one, I atypically abandon the usual vestibular system correlation in the last scene to remain in my dream (though there is no drop anticipation other than a lesser form stemming from my relaxed arm muscles during sleep, when I release the wrenches with liminal somatosensory integration), though, as a result, my dream self’s perceptual mode becomes incorporeal and non-dimensional, resulting in an exponential decrease in vividness, and I meander in slow flight (about four feet above the street) back through the unknown neighborhood, considering if I should reset my dream and start the narrative again or wake. I decide to wake.

The main scene relates to using telekinesis to rapidly summon items into my hand to augment my dream’s imaginary somatosensory dynamics. I do this in an unfamiliar office building with one large room. I mostly summon random items, primarily wrenches of different sizes, an association with adjusting sleep-wake management.

I have an association with gold coins to augment the process. However, as an incidental influence from having seen “Outer Banks” recently, a small gold bar (about the same size as in the Netflix series) quickly jumps into my hand from underneath papers strewn on a desk. I maintain a cheerful disposition. Other people are walking around but I do not interact with them. The sleep-wake manager, as an unknown male, enters my dream’s narrative as a result of a lesser association with the imaginary proprioception of dreaming. (A car is an extension of this, correlating with the imaginary physical body and its dynamics while dreaming.)

I get into a car with him driving and my dream vivifies, with an increase in imaginary proprioception. I sit in the front while others sit in the back. It is assumed to be occurring in America, as the driver’s side is on the left. We travel through an unfamiliar neighborhood and I have no destination in mind (and not much of my waking-life identity is extant). After a time, I instinctually play around with the process. I give the sleep-wake manager the wrenches I had summoned. (I often hold a vertical bar of the bed’s head while sleeping, which increases the somatosensory dynamics of the dream state.) However, they fall through a narrow space between the front seats. I give him my gold bar.

I phase from the car, losing my sense of imaginary proprioception and defined illusory physicality as I remain in my dream in incorporeal non-dimensional flight for a few minutes as described earlier. There are variations of the process. I sometimes phase through the roof of a vehicle, though I phased through the door in this instance. Phasing from the roof to fly is more likely to vivify a dream, though in one recent dream, I stayed on a bus as it dropped a full story to a perpendicular street below, vivifying and sustaining my dream for several minutes.

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Lucidity?
I am in my house. Suddenly, I reality check and (maybe, not sure if this is just dreaming I am lucid) I seemingly get lucid. I reality check, but for some reason, it doesn't work but it seems to help retain lucidity anyway? I then run my hand along a cupboard while walking into the living room because I remember reading that touching things helps ground you in lucidity. Then I lose lucidity and I am standing in front of the terrarium of the roaches I keep as pets, and they are somehow escaping, one after another. I try to tell my mother, but she is somehow drunk or something and I can't really move, so they just keep escaping and I can't do anything about it.

False awakening
I then seemingly wake up, and suddenly I skip to telling my mother that I had a lucid dream.

Weird machine story..?
I am in like a steampunk sort of setting, with a lot of orange lighting, and I have to somehow repair a machine or something, and it involves somebody who is apparently my brother. I am then in my house again, and I need to get somewhere, but there is something chasing me. I reach for the bathroom window and open it and try to use some sort of wand thing to fly out of the window, but I don't fit because the window is suddenly shaped weirdly. I then go into the room right next to the bathroom and fly out of a large window there. I then sort of go to a sort of court-like building but I am not sure. There is also something chasing me there, so I fly up into the air and just float above, looking down.

I think I am outside somewhere with Jake. The area seems to be pretty barren, and there may be only one other person here. Jake is showing me what he does for work. This entails a sheet with a picture on it that is broken up into small rectangles by a grid. I think the picture is some machine with a slide/chute set against an empty landscape like the one we’re on. His job is to categorize each rectangular segment. I see a cheat sheet, I think with the sections filled in green, orange, or red. It seems to be that almost anyone can do this simple processing of information, though I think some of the sections are specialized terms, which worries me, though I know they’ll come to be understood in the course of the job. I think of working outside, envisioning my current wardrobe and what it may lack, and like the thought. I think of how it’s probably the same thing day after day, but push the thought aside.




I am scrambling on a slabby rock face. I intended to come down after a certain height, but it is so easy that I continue. There is a loose feeling flake towards the top; I just try not to pull too hard on it.

I think I am dating someone new and going to her house for the first time. (I’m not sure to what extent I am cognizant of my relationship or dating history in the dream - I think it is close to none). This girl looks similar to Yazmin. She leads me into the house, a fairly middle class one. I meet a succession of her relatives, from parents to grandparents I think. I notice that their English is correct but not very confident, more so down the line. The grandparents are the most Hispanic looking as well; I think they say nothing and only smile. I consider trying Spanish, but do not. This girl now takes me to her room. The room is dim and more like the size of a living room. There are at least three small mattresses or maybe just layers of blankets (for her siblings, I’m sure) in a row, barely a foot apart. She takes me to the last in the line, presumably hers. I don’t say anything, but I’m thinking that this is far from ideal.