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Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

October 3, 2011
As I return to sleep I immediately enter a conscious dream.
I am in a house and I walk through a wall or maybe a window, like a ghost. Then I go through a screen door. I can feel the metal screen on my skin as a move my body through it.

I land in grass, barefoot.
Then the dream fades and I wake up. Pretty short. But it was an interesting sensation.

11.07.2009

Lucid in the Country (EILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had gone to sleep with Pheonlelai's Lucid_3.3.mp3 - (see this thread) on a five hour delay with earbuds in, it had started playing (it woke me up at first, I reduced the volume and went back to sleep) so I count this as an EILD...
...I am walking along a path in English countryside when suddenly I know I am dreaming. It is a beautiful sunny day. The first thing I do is say to myself "I am dreaming". I have a firm realisation of how important it is to stabilise and increase the lucidity.
I look around, taking in the scenery without focusing on anything in particular but just being present. I rub my hands together and roll my shoulders - getting a feel for the dream-body, all the time walking along. I am impressed by how detailed and realistic everything is. I make an effort to use this experience to remember that doing RC's by simply checking realism is a waste of time.
I walk some more, just enjoying the sensation of being in a dream and trying to discover just how lucid I can be. I feel the lucidity weakening so I begin to repeat to myself "I am lucid dreaming" and saying my name. I decide to actually do something with this dream now, so I decide to meet a particular person I know from IWL and I wonder how I am going to do this.
There is a grit box near the farm-track I am walking along and I open it with the expectation that they will be hiding inside waiting for me, however it is empty. I think that this is not really surprising (I mean, how realistic is that?) I feel lucidity weakening again so I walk some more appreciating the detail of the countryside, trees and clouds and stuff, and repeating "I am lucid dreaming, this is me enjoying a lucid dream" and so-on.
It is worth mentioning that around this point I begin to be in two dreams at the same time, the non-lucid dream is taking place in some kind of school or college. I think this may be the beginnings of some kind of dream transition - it sort of feels as if this other non-lucid dream has been going on anyway but without me being aware of it, I assert myself in the lucid dream and for a moment or two I can see into the other dream from my position in the lucid dream with extreme clarity, but then I let it go and it fades
I decide to continue my mission to meet this person. I remember reading on DV that someone drew a door in the air and walked through to somewhere else. I draw a rectangle in the air with my finger, which appears as if drawn on glass with a grey wax crayon. I think it is a bit too narrow to walk through but this is a dream and I will manage. I give the drawn-in-air rectangle a sturdy thump and it pings out of it's hole like a cut piece of glass (like that bit in the film Hancock where he cuts a hole in the visitors barrier in prison and flicks it out).
However, the new 'doorway' just leads through to the path ahead I can see anyway, as if a normal glass doorway had appeared in mid air rather than a portal to somewhere else where my friend is.
I think "I am going to have to do this differently", however I am starting to lose lucidity really quickly now. I can't stay in the dream and I wake up.

10.07.2009

Fixing Windows (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am fixing a computer for this businessman type guy. He is a huge man, very powerful and self-assured. Looks a bit like the LE guy from the film Abre los ojos crossed with this other guy I know (big Steve).
Anyway I am at his house fixing his PC. It has a huge screen. I am thinking that there is nothing wrong with his PC, it is just that his Windows install has rotted and I am thinking "bloody typical" etc. Anyway, I fix it and go to tell him it is all fixed.
He is in his living room watching tv. He is wearing some kind of mask (a bit like the mask the guy at the end of Morrowind wears). He starts to lecture me on business - how to network, take advantages of opportunities & stuff. I think he is acting like a bit of a nutter the way he is speaking. I do a RC but I notice how realistic the mask he is wearing is and think "there is no way I am dreaming but this guy is definnitely not for real - [duh!]"
He starts to tell me about his collegue who set himself up as a PC repair man with some kind of stall in a mall or something - he is being very forceful. He starts to tell me about some other pc of his that keeps having problems with the regional settings and I am glad to get out of there and start fixing it for him. His son shows me where his other PC is....

10.07.2009

Town Night Adventure (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am wandering around this strange yet familiar town. It is night. The town is like London or Bristol. Big Victorian town houses.
I have knocked on a friends door (Belinda) and we have gone out for a nightime walk. There is a sense of adventure - we are hiding from something or someone, a group of people? that is roaming/hunting the streets. We find a good place to rest up - looks as if it might be overlooked and is quite defensible - an alley with iron railings. Then I realise that my companion(s) have gone off somewhere else and I am alone. I think to look for them but I have no idea which way they went. There is no sense of fear, more of exitement....

01/06/12

Note: I will continue to keep this streak going, moving now to 4 days of consistent entries. This time I had a dream, but a nonsensical one, but I said I would post those, so here it is.

Persistent Memories
I am at James' house, he is my ex-boyfriend. I look around and I see no sign of Tina, who is the woman he dumped me off in favor of. I am in James' bedroom and we are both sitting on his bed. He is showing me a collection of weapons he has gathered over the years. Some of them are swords, some are knives, some are guns. I am getting bored with this, but I try to be interested. I notice he is pointing one of the guns at me. I tell him not to do that, even if he thinks it's not loaded it could go off. He says he wouldn't pull the trigger by accident… and then pulls the trigger. A small projectile pops out of the gun and bounces off of my arm. It is about the size of a pencil eraser and soft. I realize he is pointing a toy gun at me, it is only a replica of a more dangerous gun. He fires several more of the projectiles at me, it tickles a bit and I laugh. I realize I have been at James' all day and I need to get home. For some reason he has to take me home. I am riding in the back of his pickup truck with a couple of hobos, the window on the back of the cab is open. I ask why the hobos are back there and he says they're there just in case the truck gets stuck, they can push it out of the mud. I look at the sky and see no sign of rain, but I don't question it any further. We get to my house and I get out of the truck. James gets out and gives me a hug and a kiss, tells me he loves me. Something is wrong with that… it sounds hollow to my ears even though I'm not lucid and I have no memory of what happened in my waking life. He says he will talk to me later before getting in the truck and leaving. I find myself thinking he doesn't love me… I must have remembered just a bit of my waking life.

last night I had a lucid dream about waking up late for school and having to call my friend for a ride. he came and got me only to find that we were far from late to school and we went back to his house. once we got there we started to get into some heavey petting and we ended up having sex. the whole time this was happeing I was telling myself not to do this because I had a boyfriend struggling to snap outof the dream but the dream took its full course and I didn't wake until I had gotten a phone call from this very friend.
I hope that I post this correctly sense this is my first DJ.

Longest. Dream. Ever. So vivid, so much detail, and much more dialogue than I normally have in my dreams. The whole thing must've lasted 10-15 minutes (in dream time)

I was in a very large city, what I assumed was Tokyo at the time on some sort of school trip. I was on a pathway with some friends and we were walking towards a large deck/patio area that was overlooking a river and the city. When we got to the deck I looked up in the sky and saw the moon was much larger than usual. It seemed to be growing too. I squinted a little bit to try and see it better, and I noticed it was hurtling at us! I didn't move (don't know if I couldn't or just didn't) and just stood there. Nobody else seemed to be paying any attention and I didn't say anything, I just started at the moon flying at us. It crashed into the city beyond the river and there was a huge explosion with massive amounts of debris flying everywhere.

The next thing I knew I was standing on the pathway again, like nothing had ever happened. I looked around, and noticed it was just like before. I didn't really think anything of it and continued to walk with my friends towards the deck again. When we got there I asked my friend Tyler about what happened. He said, "What are you talking about? Nothing happened, and the moon difinitely didn't fall out of the sky. Look," he pointed up, "it's right there." I looked up where he was pointing and sure enough there was the moon, siting in the sky, certainly not hurtling towards us. I found this very odd, and started to quesiton things. I figured I might as well to a RC. I plugged my nose, tried to breath in and it worked! I was in a dream, the third one in a row

I imediately felt the dream start to fade and quickly started to rub my hands together to no success. I decided to try spinning to prolong the dream and kept spinning around and around. I didn't want to open my eyes, thinking that I would wake up, but after I had spun for about 30 seconds and wasn't lying down, I figured I could stop and I would be alright. I opened my eyes and I was still on the deck, but nobody was there. I thought of what to do, and I immediately thought of the TotY. The first one that came to mind was the first camera, but I didn't really feel like doing that one for some reason. Instead, I decided to survive the hindenburg disaster.

I pictured the large baloon floating over an airfield (like I remember seeing in old videos) and snapped my fingers, thinking to myself, "take me there." In a flash I was inside a small room, what looked like a cockpit. There were two people in the room with me and I noticed they had modern pilot uniforms on. I didn't think much of it and leaned over them to look out the window. I proceeded to accidently knock over one of their coffees, "Hey! Watch it!" he yelled. I back away quickly, surprised at his sudden activity. I noticed that the cup was full, and it had gotten all over the controls. A few sparks appeared and I started to get nervous, as did the pilots.

I rubbed my hands some more, making sure I had a good hold on the dream. I had a feeling this would be the cause of the crash, and I was right. The blimp immediately started diving forward, and the pilots pulled back on the controls as hard as they could, trying to get the blimp to rise. I could hear passengers screaming in the back when a flight attendant came in. "What's going on!? Why are we falling out of the sky!?" She sounded surprisingly calm for being in an aircraft that was about to crash. "This dumbass spilled coffee all over the controls!" One of them yelled. I backed away a little bit and put my arms up like I was innocent, "It was an accident! I didn't mean to!" I claimed.

Then, one of the pilots must've had a light bulb go off over his head, because in an instant, he shouted, "Wait! I have an idea!" He then took his coffee, and poured it all over the controls! "What the hell are you doing!?" I demanded. "Just wait," he replied. After only a few seconds, we levelled out, and were at a safe trajectory again. "What the... how did you know that would work?" I asked. "We are in a dream, you know." He replied, quite sarcastically. I shrugged it off and walked back into the main room where all the passengers were. Then I noticed a guy with a cigarette in his mouth and some matches in his hand. "NO!! Don't do that!" I yelled, but it was too late. He struck the match and the entire vessel instantly burst into flames.

There was tons of flames in the passenger area and I ran back into the cockpit where there wasn't any fire yet. "What the hell was that!?" One of the pilots demanded. "Some idiot just lit a match and now the entire things burst into flames!" I replied. "Then light another match! You know, dreams?" It did make sense, given that he fixed the earlier problem by pouring more coffee onto it. I went back into the other room with the other passengers who were all freaking out. This time it was actually very hot and I started to sweat. I felt like I just ran a marathon and got thrown into a sauna, minus the steam. I pulled a matchbook out of my back pocket (no idea how they got there). To my dismay, as I opened them they immediately burst into flames from the already roaring fire. I guess that plan's out .

I went back into the cockpit where it was starting to get warm, but there still weren't flames. "So? Did it work?" The same pilot asked. "Not exactly..." I replied, "they burst into flames before I could light them." "Damn," he said, obviously discouraged, "that was our only plan. Well, I guess there's nothing left to do but sit back and enjoy death." Jeez, that seemed a little dark. "Doesn't really matter to me," I said calmly, "I just need to ride this out so I can finish the TotY." It was true after all, if I had saved the blimp then I would've failed my task. "That is such a dreamer's additude." The other pilot added in. "How do you know I'm dreaming?" I asked. "Duh," he said sarcastically, "I'm part of your subconscious. You know, your brain? I know everything you know, and things you don't know you know."

"Like what?" I asked, equally sarcastic. "Now then," he said, "this is no place to have an intelectual discussion. We're all-most of us are going to die here." Damn... I actually felt like a douche, but he was right, we're about to crash. "Can you just answer me one quesiton?" I asked. "Yes. There, I answered your quesiton, now shut up so I can enjoy my death." He replied. Jeez, my subconscious is even more sarcastic than I am. "Thats not what I meant. I want to ask you where my dream guide is. I've always wondered who/what it is but never found him/her/it." It was true, I was very curious about who my DG was. "Don't you see? It's right in front of you, it's-"

At this point the blimp finally crashed into the ground. The force threw me forward into the windshield, but it didn't break. Ow... The cockpit I was in finally caught on fire, and it was even hotter than the other room. I could feel my skin starting to melt, but it didn't hurt, just uncomfortable, like when you get a moderate cramp, only it was all over my body. I wanted to get out. Now. I pushed my way through the burning wreckage and punched out the window. I could barely squeeze through but there was a small openeing right on the ground about 2 feet high. I crawled out and walked into the bright sun. I turned around at the hindenburg and it was only a shell of what was once the greatest airship ever. I must've been the only one out.

It wasn't until a few seconds later when a man ran over to me with a fire extinguisher in his hands that I noticed I was still on fire. I told him to back off because i wanted to try something. I did another small energy burst (See two dreams ago) and the fire pretty much evaporated. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah I'm fine, but do you know if the pilot made it out?" I wanted to know what he was about to say and if he was really going to tell me who my DG was. "You're the only one who I've seen come out. Come on, you look terrible." I looked down into a puddle of water and noticed that all my hair had been singed off and my skin was black aroudn my face. I looked down and my arms and noticed my shirt was gone, but my pants were still there (thank god).

I walked over to the bleachers where the crowd had been watching the blimp fly around and sat down on the first one. I looked back at the blimp again and noticed that it was just a pile of charred rubble. Then, I noticed a figure walking away. It was the pilot! Unfortunately, it wasn't the one who I had been talking to, but the other one who had just sat there silent the entire time. I ran up to him and noticed he had a disappointed look on his face, almost angry. Right as I got close to him he spun around and kicked me right in the side of my head! It was a damn hard hit and pushed me about 20 feet off to the side but I managed to stay on my feet. "What the hell was that for!?" I yelled at him.

"Thats what you get for being yet another arrogant son of a bitch to come into this dream." Wow, he was angry! "What the hell do you mean?" I demanded. I was seriously confused. Was I really being that much of a jerk? "Back there, in the blimp, when you said 'Doesn't really matter to me, I just need to ride this out so I can finish the TotY.'" In a mocking tone like you would when you repeat what someone says to point out the obvious. "That is one of the cockiest things I've ever heard." (Looking back, he did kind of have a point) "What are you talking about? It's my dream, and besides, you're just a figment of my imagination. A projection of my subconscious to simulate the waking world."

"Oh, but I'm much more than that. Yes, I am a projection of your-" he cleared his throat, "-our subconscious, but that doesn't mean I'm not real. In here, what you see is all real. What was that one thing you always said? 'Perception is reality?' Well, you were right. And, even though you may think you perceive thise to be just a dream, to me, to your subconscious, we perceive this as complete reality." Wow, this is getting really serious! This stuff is insane . "That may be," I said, slowly, "but you're still a part of me, and if I perceive this to be a dream, then it is a dream."

"You're right," he said. He actually sounded like he just thought realized something. "This is a dream, but who's to say dream aren't reality? This is all real. Right now, your brain is still sending signals to your body and itself. Your heart is beating in here, as well as in your physical body, lying in your bed. What you're seeing, hearing, feeling. What you're smelling and even tasting, is all going into your memory. Saying this dream isn't real is like saying memories aren't real. You remember going snowboarding last night, right?" (I did go snowboarding last night) "That was real, wasn't it? But all it is now is just a memory, and soon, this will just be a memory. Saying this dream isn't real is like saying everything that has ever happened isn't real, and who are you to say what is and isn't reality?" (I maye have left some parts out, but this is about 95% accurate)

"And now..." He said, "I think it's time I put you in your place." He charged at me, incredibly fast. "Wait wait wait, hold on a sec-" *SMACK!* I felt a huge sharp pain in my ribs. Everything started to go blurry, and I struggled to raise my hands together. I started to rub them and focus on the warmth and feeling, "Uh-uh," he yelled, "You're not stabalizing that easily! I'll make you wake yourself up!" At this point i was on my knees, trying to regain my breath, when suddenly my neck snapped back. He had kicked me square in the jaw. But then it hit me: it's not about rubbing your hands together, it's about focusing on your senses and how it feels to do so. "No, you're the one who's wrong," I squeezed out. "You see, the more you hit me, the more pain I feel, and the more senses I have to anchor myself to this "alternate reality" you say we are in."

I focused on my chest, on my jaw, neck, and even the burns from the crash. The more I thought about it, the more it hurt, but the more vivid the dream became. "Ah, but I can see it on your face," he snickered. "The more you focus on the pain, the stronger it becomes." Spot on, he hit the nail on the head. "But you forget," I told him, "I have nearly mastered dream control, and any pain I feel I can easily change. You know, the mind interprets pain and sex in the same area of itself. If sexual thoughts can be used to diminish pain in waking life, then why could it not work in the dream world? After all, it's all in your head."

At this point I was back on my feet, and pictured the pain in my chest and jaw to pleasure in my "private area." It worked better than I thought. So well in fact I nearly ejaculated and could feel the dream fade just a tiny bit. I imagined a bit of the new pleasure as pain to even it out, and it worked perfectly. I had some minor discomfort in my chest, and some moderate pleasure "down there."

"I see," he replied, "it looks as if it has worked. Well then, let the realy fire start!" I immediately yelled back, "You asked for it!" I flexed all the muscles in my right hands and formed a fireball about the size of a medicine ball. I lurched back and flew forward in an all out sprint. At this point time seemed to slow down 10 fold, so that one normal second took a good 10 seconds to happen. We were only about 50 feet away and I halved that distance in the blink of an eye, or about 3 seconds of slow-motion. I swung my arm around as hard as I could (8 years of baseball finally paying off) and aimed right for his head. Right as it left my hand he leaned to the left and I flew past him. I spun around so that my back was facing the ground and I could see his knee about to come up, going straight for my back.

I arched my back as hard as I could and turned it into a back handspring. "Not bad," he said, "for a dreamer." For some reason, that pissed me off. I'm normally a very cool headed guy. In fact, whenever I play video games with friends they will always get pissed off and I'll have to tell them to calm down, while they're all screaming their heads off. But not this time. Without thinking, I formed another fireball and went after him again. This time though, I threw the fireball at him earlier, and followed through on the throw to turn it into a side flip, and rotated that into a chartweel type move, and pushed yet another fireball off each of my feet, on either side of him, so no matter which way he moved, he would get hit. However, he jumped straight into the air, about 100 feet, avoiding all three fireballs.

"Quite the moves you got there," he said, "but you'll have to do better than that to beat me!" He dove down head first straight at the ground, fast enough to cause him to burst into flames like a meteor. Having just recovered from my little stunt, I saw him out of the corner of my eye smash into the ground. A huge crater formed and I was pushed back several hundred feet. He walked casually out of his crater and moved so fast he just appeared next to me in the blink of an eye. "Now, like I said before, It's time you learn your place!" I felt a massive force on the back of my head and I'm pretty sure I was forced into the ground. The force was so great that I woke up in my bead, heart going crazy, sweating like hell and completely disoriented. Wow. Now that was a dream. I'm starting to wonder whether or not that was my DG, and if what he said was really true. I quickly wrote down all the main points as well as the majority of the dialogue, but I had school again that morning and I had little time to actually get into detail.

Nevertheless, I got part of the TotY done, had en epic fight, and possibly met my DG.

I've been having these awful nightmares for the last two weeks or so and they went from bad to worse. At first it was just language like symbol pattern that clouded my subconscious like a thick fog. On the other side were terrifying images of demons attacking and feeding on my closest of friends.
I also saw a girl I knew that killed herself five years ago for unknown reasons. In the nightmare I saw her, only she looked like she had still been aging as thought she hadn't died. She has blood around her mouth and pooling from her eyes. She kept saying something in a possessed voice. Something that sounded like a warning.
That was a week ago...
Since then I've been seeing her sitting or standing just at the corner of my vision. Just after I would look to where she was, she would disappear. The moment I lost sight of her I would get an intense migraine and see the symbols and her her voice is that haunting voice.
Just yesterday I glanced at my desk chair and thought I saw someone sitting in it. When I looked again I saw Her. She was shivering and held my knife that was sitting next to my bed. She unsheathed it and just as I was forming the words "Don't do it!" she slices a large cut in her neck.
Then I heard her voice, this time in English as she vanishes. Her voice sounds like a sweet whisper in my ears. "Don't stop the fight. Just keep your friends few and close. Be prepared for the coming year."
Just after the voice stopped I felt a searing pain in my head and I blacked out for about two hours.
I think I know what she's talking about "be prepared." I'm not sure I should post what I think she means, but I will be doing some research of my own. That might include... let's just say it ain't gonna be pretty if my theory IS correct. I pray to God that I'm dead wrong. Time will tell.

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(These were inspired by KingYoshi's DJ entries)

Dream info:

Lucid/Non-lucid: Lucid (lost lucidity at some point)
Type of induction (if lucid): None (Aware from the start)
Duration: 1/2 minutes
Vividness: Not vivid

Dream:

I had this dream a long time ago, but decided to post it now. I was lazzy
I'm lucid. I don't know how, I just am. I know my family is near me, so I ask my mother "Am I dreaming?" She says negative. For some reason, I ask her this several times (I probably asked others the same too, I can't remember) and always get "No." as an answer. I still know I'm lucid.

I try to change the dreamscape. I close my eyes, and then open them. Doesn't work. I try it several times, but it was fruitless. "It's amazing how aware I am," I note to myself (Which is ironic, because I was far from being totally aware). I remember I always wanted to start a lucid in a car, so I tell my mother we should use it to go somewhere. "Sure," she answeres, and we go out of the building. I, trying to change the landscape for the last time, close my eyes and shut my ears with my palms, but there is too much noise. I am not concentrated and I can't do it. I try to calm everyone around me to no avail.

(I believe I lost lucidity at this point, I just know how this continued)
I was in a shopping mall, near a restaurant in it. I look to see where the plates should be (It's the kind of restaurant where you take a plate and move in the line to get food from several places) and instead, there are caldrons. I don't know if I took one, I just know I am in the line. While I don't see the person next to me, I know she is my online friend from Romania. She is taking some delicious meat. I decide I should take the same. I eat the meat and find it delicious (I felt taste, which is rare for me).

This was probably the end of the dream. I wake up either then or a bit later, being very enthusiastic about having my first LD that lasted for more than a second!

Nothing, completely blank.

Disturbed WILD (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Not sure if this is a WILD or DILD, but anyway I am classing it as a WILD because it arose from me attempting a WILD in conjunction with some binaurals using sbagen. Just the binaurals and pink noise - I have found that if I try to mix binaurals with waterfall or river or wave sounds I just dream about water, and the mixes with music and verbal suggestions just seem to nag me out of sleep. So I have begun experimenting..

Things got a bit hazy while entering the dream, I may have been properly asleep for a minute or two (hence it being a possible DILD) but anyway I am in a room with some people I know from IWL, there is some kind of party and we are expecting more people to turn up. It is getting dark very quickly, like someone is turning the brightness down. I think "it worked I am dreaming", and I know that I will have to stabilise the dream because it is getting really dark now the visual environment is nearly gone. I try to spin but this seems to speed up the waking process. I try to touch something in my dream and connect to the dream envronment but I become aware of my waking hand. I think - I am going to have to open my eyes and do a RC to check for FA - which I do using my watch. It seems I am awake, I try to DEILD, and it is going well, I am drifting through HI and I can feel that "dreamspace" around me, some dream begins to form around me which is some kind of wide open space, but then there is a loud noise which pulls me back to waking. I try to drift back to the dream space and am having some success but the noises continue (someone outside). It is very distracting and frustrating. I decide to wake properly and do WBTB.

Two Adventure Dreams

Road Trip and Back Problems (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am at home (different home to In Waking Life) packing for a road trip. John drives round and picks me up. We load the car.
We are on our way. I don't notice at the time but even though it is a standard family hatchback there are at least five of us in there and there is somehow room to stand up and move around a bit.
There is myself and John (he is driving) and two or three girls (early 20's). John is concerned that he won't be able to drive anymore because he has hurt his back - a slipped disk or something. He takes his shirt off so I can try to manipulate it back into place. The girls take thier tops off too, which pleasantly surprises me.
Somebody notices the weather has changed and it is going to rain so we decide to go back to pack some rain-weather stuff. I am thinking that I left my umberella behind and I need to pick it up...

This dream has a similar feel to a dream I had last month, that for some reason I didn't post.... Here it is.


Weird Boat Adventure (Non-lucid)


I am buying fruit in an asian shop, there isn't much there worth buying it is all a bit rotten. I am buying it to help my friend (who looks a bit like PJ - an old friend I haven't seen for at least 20 years) he is weak from helping me from a long adventure and needs to eat some fruit.
The old asian shop lady is behaving strangely, she won't sell me the last pears, even though they are barely sellable anyway she seems to want to keep them.
In the adventure with 'PJ' at one point we were on a boat in a river (I think we had escaped from somewhere) It was a small speed boat sized boat that appeared to be made of brushed steel - very heavy. It was sinking but the river was turning into a path (small bricks like a driveway or pedestrianised road) We were then out of the boat exploring opposite sides of the river, which is like swamp/jungle/everglades. He finds something and throws it to me saying 'check this out' it is a clay snakes head that looks a bit like a stylised dragon head. he asks me if (on this planet) this is as big as they get. It was pretty normal sized for a snakes head so I say 'yeah', thinking that where he comes from they are probably much bigger, like dragons. Actually he reminds me of Kefl - another friend of mine with dreadlocks, or Cyote from the Red Mars books by KSR.

Musical Key Finding (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in a room where there are a number of people listening to a 12ish year old girl playing a piano (I think this dream follows on from a previous piano dream). She is playing this really good little tune she has made up. Some of the other people there encourage her to submit it for something (a competition I think).
I help her by figuring out which key it is in (Dm) and we work together on this for a while.
A missed dreamsign here is that when I am trying to figure out the key it is very hard to do so. For some reason it is very hard to concentrate on the keys and see which ones are which. It takes a titanic effort to finally identify the D key and then work out that she is playing a minor scale from that, but when I figure it out all of a sudden the keyboard appears really clearly.

Pianos (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in this room with lots of different pianos and keyboards. I get the feeling I have been invited to try them out. I play something classical on one of them. I try another and it sounds a bit like a honkey-tonk harpsichord (wtf? Nice sound though), it seems just right for some ragtime or boogie-woogie so I play some of that...
I am a much better player in my dream than In Waking Life. I start to pay more attention to which keys I am playing to see if it corresponds to how it would be IWL. I am playing quite fast and i am surprised that even though this is a dream it is so technically accurate. I am in no way lucid though.

Singed Eyebrows (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am sitting in a large room - like the reception room of a mansion. People begin entering the room , putting on coats and leaving the building, saying goodbyes and see you laters and stuff.
People are leaving because it is the end of a Dharma study group but all different people to In Waking Life (I don't notice this at the time) I do notice that the teacher is new - A large man. He comes in and I ask him how it went, I also remark on how lucky he is to be teaching such a bunch of sincere practitioners. He is not really paying any attention to me.
Alex, A friend IWL enters the room and is about to leave. He is looking for a pen and I offer him mine, but it appears he has this really nice pen and lighter set. Looks like gold.
He notices me admiring it and begins to demonstrate the lighter to me. It is one of those wind-proof turbo lighters with a flame like a rocket engine. This one seems to get more elaborate the more I examine it. I give it a try and singe my eyebrows and hair.