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1st: I was chatting on Facebook when I suddenly got linked on a picture. The comment was "Hasn't grown since the 5th grade" and I was like "Wtf?!".
It was a picture of a tree and it was really weird. What was even weirder was that the girl who linked me was my crush. I wanted to write her "That was really mean..." and when I sent it I woke up.

2nd: I was inside a room full of pictures. There was this girl and I immediately knew that it was Windhover. I looked at all those pictures and they were really beautiful. I grabbed a picture and the simpsons were painted. She said that this was something she drew a long time ago. I told her that I like it and she suddenly told me that she had success with Wild. The first "real" Wild for 2 months. She even told me that this was her second Wild that night. At that point I almost got lucid but for some reason I didn't realise it...The dream scene changed but I don't know what happened next. The last thing I remember is looking down from an elevator and the landscape was like a huge forest on a mountain. I liked it

Okay, so this is transferred from another site. I will update my dream journal here now, not over there.

First Journal Entry

In this journal I plan to store my dreams, or the fragments of dreams I still remember. Any comments and interpretations appreciated.

Second Journal Entry

These are the bits of dreams I remember from the last two nights:
First Night:
I can remember very faintly, that I was jumping from dream to dream quickly, and the dream state was unstable and shallow. However this allowed it to be a lucid dream to a short extent. In it I remembered that I wanted to have a lucid dream, and did a reality check. I held up my right hand in front of me, and since it was black and distorted, I assumed that it was a dream. Then I thought a couple of thoughts, so that when I wake up I have no doubts that it was a lucid dream... I thought, 'Okay, so I'm dreaming, and I know it. To prove to myself that this is my consciousness, let's do some sums. Two plus two equals four, four times four equals sixteen, sixteen plus sixteen equals thirty-two.' By then I was pretty sure it was my conscious thinking. So yeah.
Second Night:
The second dream was definitely not lucid. I can remember there was some crazy cartoon characters running about in a sea-side town, and there was this big tower which I climbed on top of with my sister, and it swam out to sea (!!!?). I can still feel its deep plunges into the water and then its stomach-lurching risings again above the dark blue waves. (some descriptive writing for ya )
Third Journal Entry

When I woke up after having this dream, I was determined to not let it slip away into the realm for forgetteness (I doubt that's a real word), and decided to write it at least roughly before school. And I did. I will add some details into this description, so that the details are somewhere.

So:
Dream begins when I am walking to the Maths Block at my school for a music lesson (weird). I enter the classroom and look at my trumpet teacher, who tells me to sit down. I sit down in front of him, in the second to last row of desks. Facing away from him, front of the class. The classroom starts filling up with year 4's, and in the row in front of me on the left there sits a Polish friend of mine, who lives in England as well, just a couple of streets away from me. The class' teacher walks into the classroom, and it turns out she's an English teacher. (English Teacher + Maths Classroom + Music Lesson = Wtf?)
The music teacher behind me tells me to take out my music notes, the piece I'm practising right now in real life. I open my school journal and search for it, but all I find is two other sheets of notes, one of them being a music piece and the other just warming up exercises. I make an excuse for not bringing the sheet in, i.e. 'I forgot'.
Then my friend from the same school who also practises the trumpet, and has his lessons at similar times to mine, comes in looking confused, sits down, asks someone the time and leaves. Clearly he confused the music lesson timings.
Scene Change
A fat man with lots and lots of medals appears. This isn't the classroom anymore. I have a feeling it is me (wtf?). He starts babbling about owning people and says he rules.
Scene Change
Back in the classroom, but this time it is the classroom next door, with Year 9 (my year) students in it. A question I cannot remember is asked to a girl opposite me, and she hesitates, then says, "The Polish", and I smiled at that point and said: "The Irish!" and the others repeated it, laughing.
Scene Change
The podium with the fat man again. Again he says he rules all and will own everyone.
Scene Change
Back in the classroom. It didn't change like last time. My music teacher walks over to the left of the class, so I turn in his direction, but instead of what I expect to see, a wall, is the left side of my living room from my house in Poland. It looks so familiar, I remember being so pleasantly surprised at this point. He walks over to one of the armchairs and tells me to follow. And I do. As soon as I cross the border between the right half of the classroom and the left side of my living room, the classroom half is replaced by the rest of the living room.
Me, my trumpet teacher and my two siblings then walk out onto the terrace. It is an overcast day, and I am suddenly barefoot (wtf yet again). Me look at a snail on the terrace, and my mum tells me to put some shoes on. So I go back inside, avoiding an ant, go through to the hall but can't seem to be able to find my shoes. I ask my mum where they are. She tells me she doesn't know so I might as well put on hers.
Yeah. Anyway:

Fourth Journal Entry

My dream record for this one begins when it's already lucid.
Basically I was next to a park near a crossroad, and I knew it was a dream. Very nearly, if not fully, conscious. I knew everything inside was my dream I was supposed to be in charge of, but it didn't let me. However, I was in control enough to be in charge of at least my own body in the dream, just like in the real world.
I considered options of what I could possibly do. One was to enter OBE, but that required a deeper dream state, I felt that. I could do some random stuff, and explore. I could do less random stuff, like beat up people I hate.
I settled for doing random stuff and exploring. Nothing interesting happened from then until I woke up, pretty much.

Fifth Journal Entry

Gosh, lucid dreams come to me every other night now. Yay.
So:

First Dream:
This wasn't lucid. But it was still a cool one, and I enjoyed it.
I was in some garden place, which wasn't really familiar to me, and I was part of a rebel nation that fought against some evil thingy that had its army. The garden was like a maze, and it stretched far beyond the horizon. By maze I don't mean there was corridors falling into corridors and such, I mean there was little teleporters in the plants, which could be used to our advantage or the enemies' advantage if they found out about them. The teleporters teleported whatever activated them to other parts of the maze garden, so we could surprise the enemy. The teleporters were disguised as parts of plants, normally their leaves, but they were stiff, rigid and to activate them you had to pull on them so they cracked.
Anyway, we were a kind of covert army, all camouflaged, you know, those types of people who hide in forests and trees and then jump tne enemy. All I had for a weapon was a bow and two quiver-fulls of home-made arrows. They weren't ideal, but they had some sort of enchantment on them that made them deadly.
Our army was also an army of mercenaries... so strictly speaking we were employed by the rebels to fight the attackers off. My dad, an older archer (who isn't my dad in real life, which is strange) with whom I felt connected anyway, was quite distraught because years ago he lost my two brothers in the maze, and they didn't turn up yet, so chances were they were lost forever. We had some sort of mission to go around the maze-garden and patrol, shoot dead any enemies. So we did. We cracked the leaves of the plants and transported, and at one point, which I thought was really cool later, there was a massive arrow-shootout kind of thing. I killed some and then fled the scene with the rest of the squad as reinforcements were coming to the enemies.
Back where we left my two brothers turned up, so it was all a jolly moment.
Then I went to our "employer", who was an old king of the rebels, and we all knew he was about to die. And he said that I could kill him. And then our mercenary army could easily steal all the gold left in the rebels' crypts, because clearly we knew all the secret passageways.
But then the king said that I could also not kill him, which would be honourable of me but a clearly unwise decision. The enemies' army was too great for us to beat them, so we would all be taken prisoner. If I killed the old leader, however, the mercenary army could join the other side, the enemies' side, and live.
I declined to kill him. It turned out he had a back-up plan, and it was all a test for me to see if the mercenary army could be relied upon. He told us there was another secret passage, travelling through time as well as space. We'd be safe there, if no-one from the mercenaries spilled the beans as to where we were. Because not all of us could come through, and some of us had to go with the rebels' nation because we were told there would be dangerous things inside it. Things from all the different eras of time and all the different places of space.
And I me and my family was chosen to go. So we did.
It was a quite magical passageway; it was kind of like a transparent corridor that led through rooms which were spread all across the Universe. We went through snowy planets, lava-covered planets, there was even one that was in the time of night instead of day. We came out of the passageway into the beautiful grounds of some kind of palace, which was shiny, polished, and clearly belonged to someone wealthy. We went inside.
I can't remember what happened next. It probably carried on, but my memory just picks up the next dream.

Second dream:
A lucid one. I love lucid ones.
I was in some futuristic leisure centre. There was lots of things to do, and I'm sure I'd give them a go if I didn't know it was a dream. I told myself that because it's a dream, I can come back here whenever I want, so there'll be time for that. I looked around and noticed some kids were playing football. I don't like football. So instead of playing, I thought how I could experiment with my dream.
And I had a brilliant idea! If I like police chases, which I do, I could be part of one! So I went upstairs, where was the hotel (I don't know how I knew it; I just did, it's my dream) and I robbed some rooms. I created a nice sack for myself to put all the stuff in. My dream actually, for once, listened to my desires!
I got some laptops, which I thought looked nice to rob, and then went downstairs. Sadly then I was woken up by dad saying, "What do you want for breakfast?".

The End, comments appreciated!

Sixth Journal Entry

Another night, another two dreams. One not lucid, the other lucid, again. The not lucid one was certainly coolest.

First Dream:
Lucid.
I realised I was lucid dreaming, and my dream let me control it, so it was quite good. Didn't feel like flying. But I did feel like causing loads of chaos. So I made the stars go into each other and explode and stuffs. Fun.

Second Dream:
Not lucid, but really amazing!
I was a soldier, yet again, like the night before, but in another era. Instead of fighting with a bow and arrows, I had an assault rifle and a pistol, some grenades. There was this plaza, kind of like a no-man's land, and on the other side there was a ship wreck, the hideout of our Nazi enemies. To the left of the plaza was a wall that seperated the battlefield from their main base. Through the whole operation we were trying to scale it with grappling hooks, but each time our soldiers were shot dead.
We figured we have to storm the enemies' ship wreck first, take out all the people there and then try again. So we did. I shot masterfully. Killed about five of them, I did.
Then my ammo ended so I ran back to our temporary base and grabbed one of the fallen soldiers' ammo clip and attached it to another fallen soldier's sniper rifle. I ran back to the ship wreck but it was already captured. Because our and the enemies' uniforms were similar, I was just about to shoot my general when he assured me that he was an ally. Thankfully.
So now we were ready to get over those walls, and we made the most of the opportunity. The grappling hooks fixed in place and we climbed over.
All of a sudden apart from my sniper rifle I had a hook gun, you know, one of those that shoot a hook attached to the gun by a rope, so you can swing yourself towards something.
There was a tower-like building in the base that was its centre. I got onto a nearby building and sniped out a couple of people through the windows. Then I lowered myself a little, shot the hook at the stone windowsill of the bottom level, which was a library, and momentarily swung onto it. I started killing the people in civillian clothes in there, some of which had guns so I had to be careful. After killing lots of 'em, I decided to enter to finish off the rest. So I did, and threw in some grenades, which exploded and killed lots more people.
But then the rain came down on my parade; super battle droids (yes, the Star Wars kind) marched in from the other side of the library, so while shooting at them frantically, I retreated onto the windowsill. They were just about to kill me when I fired my hook at the wall of the base and got myself outside of it.
Then for some reason I went to a car salon and the dream ended.

The End. Comments appreciated!

All dreams are scraps of something, in my opinion. This dream, although it was connected with Battlefront 2, it wasn't based upon it. More of bits of war poetry we did in English, Die Hard 4 I watched on sunday, GTA, Wolfenstein: Enemy Territory... all that rubbish.

Meh.
Anyway:

Seventh Journal Entry

First Dream:
Guess what? Not lucid!
Can't exactly remember it, but at the end it flowed into the next one.

Second Dream:
Another night. Another lucid dream.
My recall starts when I'm walking down my street and there's some zombies walking here and there, so I get scared and run to my house. I shut the door, compose myself, think, and as I do conscioussness zaps into me. I hear a knock at the door, and I'm sure it's a zombie, so I open it politely. Of course it's a zombie. It's my dream. I predict what happens.
A child zombie. It was really not scary as I was lucid, but I was sure it would've been if I wasn't.
It said it wanted to eat my brains, but kinda seemed puzzled by me not being scared and all.

-Heheheh-
I punched it square in the face.
And it felt fun. I somehow got satisfaction from being able to punch a zombie in the face!

End of dreams.

Just wanted to post a description of what lucid dreams feel like to me.
Well, when I become lucid and gain conscioussness I normally start feeling very safe in my dream. And that feeling of safety is not without reason; nothing, nothing can hurt me inside a dream, once I know it can't. For example, with a dream I had a couple of years ago, I was being chased by a giant mecha-robot type of thing, which was smashing my school into pieces and trying to kill me with deadly weapons. Then, of course, something clicked, and I realised I was dreaming.
So, I turned around to the robot and it exploded. Following my subconscious thought, I suspect.
This concept, I think, that nothing can hurt me if I think it can't, would be nice if it worked in what we call reality. And I think it does, actually. The reason I haven't got proof is that I have doubts in my mind, doubts that I can't completely erase no matter how hard I try.

It is because those doubts are telling me that if I stab myself I will die.
Back onto the topic of dreams, normally I feel so safe and as if I've got all the time in the world. I control what happens when it ]happens and if it happens, I alone can control when I wake up, if I wanna wake up early at all (sadly sometimes my sleep is interrupted by something, e.g. my mum waking me up for school.
When I become lucid, however, I feel the dream getting a level shallower. I am able to sustain it that way, however, but I haven't yet mastered the skill to make the dream deeper and keep the lucidity. Ah well. This satisfies me enough.

When something happens around me that wakes me up, it doesn't feel like the dream slowly fades away, but as if I am suddenly sucked out of it uncontrollably.

Just thought I'd share my thoughts.

Eighth Journal Entry

My lucid dreaming ability is quickly weakening. My lucids are now becoming less lucid, gradually, and more shallow. But, anyway:

First Dream:
I can't remember much. This one was lucid.

I was... somewhere. I tried to order my dream to do things, but it wouldn't. For example fly, but all I could do was jump and slowly float back to the ground. I tried to teleport; nothing came of it. I tried to ask my dream to do them for me, that didn't work either. FAIL.

Second Dream:
Not lucid, but interesting.

I was travelling across some country, always missing my trains and taxis and stuff, getting desperate. I went to a mini-airport for small, light planes, and had to zigzag my way through the runways because so many planes were taking off. Then I went somewhere... *big hole in dream record* then I was next to a motorway. A woman of some sort wanted a car, and she was employing some car designers. They made her a small fast and delicate one, she didn't like it. A pick-up? Too small. At last they made a large truck. It rammed the other cars. The smallest tried to destroy it, and hit it at full speed. Of course, the truck was untouched. The small car's front was destroyed.

The cars then disappeared. The Road too, I think. I was standing in some plaza kind of thing with nothing but open field around it. I looked up, and noticed a flying humanoid with wings up in the sky. It had snow-white wings and a shiny white sword, not quite silver. It hovered a long way up in the air, it was too far away to make out its face, but I could see a pair of wings beating the air slowly as it flew around. Soon it was joined by other humanoids; it was apparent that they were angels, and they were swooping in circles down from the sky. The others didn't wield swords.
The one with the sword must have been Arch-Angel Michael, my patron saint. I started taking pictures of what was happening, and screenshots also, although I don't know how that was possible since I was outside. And then the dream started fading. I looked down and there was a wooden-concrete wall there, in front of me, and it had written on it the whole record of what had happened. It started fading, also. But it never completely did, because I can remember what happened. As I was being sucked out of my dream, a voice somewhere within my dream said, "Remember me, B...." I can't remember the name the voice said, which is annoying. But I know it began with 'B' and contained an 'R' within it.
I tried Bartholomew, but that didn't ring any bells. It was not Bartholomew.


The End

Ninth Journal Entry

Not lucid, but I can make my dreams lucid when I want to now.

First dream:
Can't remember much since I gave up remembering my dreams a few months ago as a result of a lot of stress and work and stuff like that. Anyway, I was kind of like in a renaissance-age city, and I had to find some princess 'cos she was being, at that very moment, kidnapped. I climbed on top of a building to have a better overview of the situation, just below me about a dozen men on white horses sped through the city, with, of course, the princess I had to rescue. There my memory ends.

Second dream:
I was in a futuristic background this time, probably around the late 21st century. It was night and I was with my brother and some random girl, and we were in a warehouse full of various equipment like skis, old computers and stuff like that. We came out, but at once a gang of hooded young troublemakers appeared about a hundred metres away across a basketball pitch, which was next to the warehouse. We quickly went back inside, but they noticed us, so we grabbed a piece of junk each as a weapon, I grabbed an old ski stick, and we went out carefully.
My brother and the girl went left, while I went right, and I noticed that one of the people was just behind the door to the warehouse, so I attacked him. He dodged my initial stab, but after my second one he was forced to spin around to avoid it, turning his back on me. I got him in a strangling hold with the stick, but my brother and the girl got overpowered by the rest of the gang, so I released te guy.
They got us into some long building with detainment cells in in, and threw each of us into separate cells.
The cell weren't that unpleasant, only small. My one had a desk with an interrogation lamp on it, a toilet and a bed, plus two chairs. I searched my pockets, and came to the conclusion that they had not confiscated my phone or my swiss army knife, so I started planning an escape I would make one night when they were off their guard.
But while I was planning, the people went inside my brother's cell to interrogate him, and then that girl came into mine, having broken in somehow. We planned to throw some mini-bombs she had made somehow into the cell next to us, because the wall between the cells ended before the ceiling. So we did, but then they started throwing them back, and it became like a game of tennis, throwing the bombs back and forth (the bombs were roughly the size of bees, btw) but in the end they exploded in our cell, but did not injure us. Something went wrong in their construction, and at that point I realised who the girl was.
Luna Lovegood, lol. I should have expected the plan to go wrong if she came up with it.

Anyway, that's where the dream ends.

Tenth Journal Entry

Decided to get back into lucid dreaming. First night my goal was to just get back into the swing of things, be able to recall my dream. Then I'd go from there, but I actually had a lucid dream the first night I tried, that was great.

Anyways, I remember it's lucid and I remember I could recall a lot of it in the morning when I strained my brain, but now almost all of it is gone. Nevermind; more dreams, more practice!

Dream
I was in some... slums kind of place. Like the poor district of a city, reminded me of the photos my dad brought home from his trip to Belarus. We stayed with our supposed family, whom I had never seen before. When I became lucid I decided that I wasn't going to influence the dream much, so just let it unfurl. A man (supposedly my uncle) led me to a set of wooden cupboards, with clothes in them, and showed me where the bathroom is so that I could wash.
I remembered what I read the night before in real life about interacting with dream figures in different ways and that befriending them is beneficial and healthy to our conscious and subconscious, therefore including the content of dreams.
So, I thanked the guy. He said something along the lines of 'No problem', and went away.
I didn't really want to change the dream much as I mentioned before, so instead of chasing after him to talk, I just got my clothes and went to the bathroom, in which there was no bath, but only a sink. I did my best to wash from it, and all the while people were passing through the room, and I would have been quite embarrassed if it wasn't for my lucid state I think. I was naked, after all.
Without me noticing it, the sink actually grew into a bath that encompassed me, which was a turn for the more comfortable.

I think it was then that my dream faded and I woke up, because that is where my dream record ends.

Eleventh Journal Entry

I really need to get back in to the swing of things. My dream recall is rusty and I can't remember most of my last dream. This one wasn't lucid, my I didn't really expect or want it to be. I was really tired and just wanted to rest.

Dream

I remember being a general of an army and I had an aerial view of the battlefield. My forces were on the east of the field, the enemy forces on the south. I was very vastly outnumbered. All the troops were from about the 17th century (setting for Cossacks II: European Wars, one of my favourite video games). Anyway, I saw that the enemy had sent out a small patrol of archers, so I sent out every rifleman I could spare, which was still about half the number of the archer patrol. My riflemen engaged in very close combat and then started meleeing the enemies. My group of men prevailed, meaning that all the archers were dead, but only one rifleman remained, the rest were killed.
Somehow he got upgraded and a chariot appeared out of thin air, which he used to return to the bulk of my army (the chariot was probably there because of me watching Gladiator the night before).
The enemies sent reinforcements from the north, and would have crushed my army promptly even without the help of what was to come next.
Suddenly, I saw a massive shape moving across the field from west to east. It was huge and in blue, signifying its allegiance to my enemies. I got close to it.
It was a HUGE Covenant Corvette spaceship (from Halo: Reach, the game I play a lot right now).
I got to view its inside, and witnessed a couple of Elites talking about world domination before they took off in white, patterned Banshees, to inevitably annihilate my army.

What happened next I cannot remember.

The next thing I DO remember is some guy without one arm floating in space outside another big spaceship, which looked like it was friendly to humans. The man with no arm I remember had quite much significance earlier in the dream, and I remember that he lost both arms, but one got regrown somehow?
Anyway, he floated into the spaceship and then him and his team, who looked suspiciously like the team from Fast and Furious 5 which I watched at a cinema only two nights before, threw a 'Welcome Back' party.

This is where my dream record ends.

Twelth Journal Entry

Alright! Week off school, which means time to practice proper dream recall!

To the point I had a dream which mostly I can't remember, but I do remember one part. It wasn't really lucid, but I wasn't scared although looking back, I probably should have been.

So:
It was in a zombie apocalypse setting, in a shopping centre, kind of like Bluewater. Zombies were EVERYWHERE! They were basically people, only very, very pale and with blank expressions, and they moaned like proper self-respecting zombies should. They only had to touch a person to get them infected, and it took about 10 seconds for the transformation to complete.
It was a panicked atmosphere, everyone was running for their lives, but since the zombies had almost human coordination, it was hard to distinguish them from the rest of the crowd. There were a couple of identical zombies: a disabled black woman in a wheelchair, who looked similar to the Oracle in the Matrix films.
Luckily I had a weapon: sort of a pistol, but it had automatic mode as well. Meaning if I held down the trigger, bullets would go spraying. The zombies were quite hard to kill, and after about ten of them lay truly dead, I made my way through the shopping centre, trying to find somewhere safe to hide. I pushed my way through the panicking mob, and on my way I saw one of my real life friends, from behind, because he was going the way I was. I shouted to run because of zombies, and he was just like "I know."
By that time I'd overtaken him, so I turned around, to see a very pale and disturbed version of his normal self. Without thinking much I got my gun and put a good number of bullets into his chest and face, then turned again and ran.
Soon afterwards I saw two zombie Ood, a type of alien from the show Doctor Who, but I remembered how deadly they were and ran the other way, careful for them not to notice me.
I went up some stairs to a reception-like room, walled by glass and a glass door. I went in.
There were only three entities here: two twins behind a counter, human, and a dead body propped against the right-hand wall. I heard zombies behind me so, forgetting to close the door, I sprinted towards the counter. One of the twins picked up a rather large, mud-coloured travelling bag and threw it across the room to a guy I didn't see before, and the twin shouted to take the cure and not let me get it.
The guy ran out the room and got completely ignored by the zombies, and I was just like "WTF YOU DOIN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE HELPING ME" to the guy, who just started laughing with his brother. The doorway was already full of the walking dead, so there was no way out.
I reasoned that I can't let the twins be turned into zombies, because they'd attack me too. So I shot them both.
However, as soon as the zombies got to them and infected them, their bullet wounds healed.

At that moment I woke up.

Thirteenth Journal Entry

Another night, more dreams!
I remember having three dreams, but not much from each one, however I am proud of myself since when I woke up I couldn't remember anything at all, but then using the key words technique of recall I came up with these memories:

First Dream

I was leader of a scouts team in a forest. They were all younger than me, maybe two or three years younger. There was another team after us, intent on basically kidnapping us, so we had to get a move on. The destination was on the west side of a city which now I can't remember the name of. The forest was 9km to the south of the city. As soon as we walked out the forest, we were on a long, asphalt road with the city in the distance, and a sign saying that he city was 9000m along the road. Both sides of the road were covered in those plants that kind of look like wheat but are much smaller.
It was very beautiful scenery.
We walked for what must have been like 10 minutes, and at one point walked past a bus stop with around 20 people waiting for a bus to the city. Scout rules prohibited use of public transport, so we had to walk. I heard the bus coming from behind so our team went into the wheat-like stuff on the left side of the road. When I turned back round the people and bus were gone.
When we got to the city we turned left and walked up what looked like a high street. It was quite busy.
Dream recall ends here, apart from a little bit at the end of the dream I remember we were in my school, we won the scout task, and were doing a little victory dance

Second Dream

Battle between the Covenant and humans yet again, this time only with proper firepower however: banshees, wraiths and scorpions. I remember having a view from in front of a banshee and the front of it was clear with an elite inside it. It was talking English, reporting to its headquarters, while a human with a jetpack flew up from behind (he looked very much like Buzz Lightyear) and jacked the elite's banshee, throwing him out.
Dream recall ends there.

Third Dream

I was on my piece of land which I bought in a dream the night before, but which I forgot when I was writing yesterday's journal entry. The land was quite considerably bigger than that of my current house, with a garden at least twice the size. In the previous deam I remembered I bought a brand new shed, which I put at the back of the garden, because the old one was a ruin.
The house itself was wooden and quite dark in colour, with a concrete base. It was very square also. It wasn't at all refurbished, so the door was like a 3/4 of a metre above ground level. There was my family inside who came to visit and see how I'm doing with my girlfriend, the name and looks of which now I can't even remember.
The house's structure inside was very crude with holes in the floor here and there, my mum didn't like it and was telling the builders off.
My brother then came along with a life-sized puppet of this young woman from Doctor Who called Jennifer Lucas, and he was all like, "Look how cool this is" until the puppet dragged him into a room and locked the door. Me and a friend kicked down the other door to the bedroom and beat up the puppet and then threw it away.

Dream recall ends here.

Fourteenth Journal Entry

Quite pleased with my dream. It randomly went lucid, which is quite nice

First Dream

May have been inspired by BordoMark's dreams' obsession with the Roman culture. So I was in this small building, which was similar to a little castel, and a Roman army general was having a feast/party in there, and I was one of the guests. He sat in front of me and every other guest apart from me was a Roman soldier. The general's... er... courtesans were to the left.
Then one of them started coming onto me in a very... intimate way, apparently she fancied me. However I knew that if I do so much as touch her, the general will kill me. He was very delicate in those kinds of matters.
Sooo... I legged it.
The woman started chasing me, so seeing that I had managed to charm one of his girls, the general guy got all his soldier people and began to chase me as well, with their swords drawn, so I had no doubt as to whether or not they wanted to kill me.
As I was running, this hoodie guy with a spear ran past me and told me to run, he was going to hold them off. I turned around in time to see him getting brutally stabbed and slashed to death, but when I resumed running, my legs became slightly heavier, so I could run but no way could I sprint and outrun the soldiers.
So they caught up with me. I have no idea what happened next.

Second Dream

Lucid!
I was in an unclear area, it was like a mix of my house in Poland and my house here in London, I don't know if that was why I became lucid.
The interesting thing was, one dream reality check actually failed but I reinforced my lucidity with it. The one that involves trying to recall what happened to get you in your current place. I remembered the Romans and my earlier dreams which brought me spot-on onto where and when I was standing. So I reasoned, I must be very lucid, if I can remember dreams in a dream without actually alternating it.
I proceeded with thinking that since I had no luck with girls that night in my dreams, I might as well try out a few suggestions that the guys on the DreamViews forum made about learning to fly in dreams, because so far I never managed it. They involved pretending to swim in the air or flap your arms like wings.
I did both, but all I achieved is the ability to jump higher and stay in the air for like 10 secs at a time.

Then I remember looking up at a staircase. That's it.

Fifteenth Journal Entry

Alright, well I decided to resume recording my dreams. I have been busy lately and stopped caring for lucid dreaming because I had too much on my mind. However recently I realised I can still do this, on the condition that I'll get a grip on myself and stop being so goddamn lazy in my life.
I have also decided to, at least temporarily, stop playing video games and see if that has an effect on my dreams. Too often have I had an amazing action dream and then realised I wasn't the person shooting: I was only clicking a flippin' mouse. I hope to achieve more controllable and less chaotic dreams this way.
Also, my dream recall is really rusty, so I can only remember part of one dream, although I know I had more yesterday.

Dream

Non Lucid
Me and a science teacher from my school were walking to a cash machine. Sadly, it didn't work, so we went to a bank to get the money from there. The science teacher turned into my dad. The people at the bank said that they sent the money to the cash machine. We were a bit concerned; if the money had already been given out over there, someone could have just walked up and grabbed it. Ah well.
We left the bank, and a random woman and man came up to us wearing smart clothing and initially I thought they were following us, however my dad assured me they were friends from his work. So we went down the street, and the people warned us that there was some tension between the local gangs and that they expected something to break out at any moment. So we sped up, and got to a crossroads with lots of people around it looking very afraid. In the middle was a hard-nut looking guy with an uzi who threatened to kill everyone, and was boasting about how he was gonna pop those fools from the other gang. He pushed a person on the other side of the road before climbing into his purple-pink beetle-like car and driving off towards where we came from, then turning left.
I can't remember anything else.

Sixteenth Journal Entry

My recall is steadily improving, and after just a few nights trying to lucid dream, I have accomplished it again, even though I wouldn't say this dream was extremely lucid or vivid. I knew I was dreaming, but did not realise the situation's full potential, if you know what I mean. However, I am extremely pleased with the dream's content.

Dream

I was in my house in Poland, and looked out of the window of my room. My garden was there, just like in real life, and then I looked down: I saw a white and black dog, which I had only seen before in a dream and thus reasoned that I was in a dream. Not only did I feel elation, but also a very strong sense of surprise. I looked down at my hands and they went very blurry, then merged into my right hand.
At that point, I was certain it was a dream.
So, I ninja-dived out of the window, run through my front gate and turned left, to see where the dream would take me. The landscape instantly started transforming into a renaissance-style setting. My sister was running in front of me with a sword in hand; we turned left into some kind of village with a soldier in a gokart going past us, saluting with his rapier. We turned left again and found we had come to a small wooden fence and gate, with nothing but darkness beyond and a silhouette in the distance: there was also a person on the other side who was obviously the gatekeeper. He warned us that if we went past the gate, we probably wouldn't return.
Since this was MY dream, I leapt over the fence, rolled onto the floor and stood up LIKE A BOSS, and then kept on running. In the dark corridor I found I had some DC's with me who were supposed to be my friends, although I didn't know them, and they joined me. My sister had disappeared.
The dark corridor was divided by a rope going down the middle; you could barely see it. I sensed this was kind of an assault course, that would test me. And that nobody ever came out of alive.
My friends took the path left of the rope. As it turned out, this was correct, so I followed them, but one of my friends took the path on the right. As I was going down the corridor, I heard a noise like a charging-up-laser sound and saw a square on the wall to my left made out of light. A laser shooting sound was heard and my friend disappeared.
We came to a small toilet, a little room of respite before the next challenge. Once we had done what we had to, I peered into the next room. There was a man sitting there with his back to me but kinda diagonally, so I could see his profile. He was balding and slim. I went back into the last room hoping he hadn't seen me and told my friends that he was in there.
One of my friends went in. We heard some thumping sounds, then my friend came flying through a wall back to us.
I told my friends I'd handle it, since it was my dream. Even though I had only like half of my lucidity left.
I tried to fly to the next room through the wall, but failed. I couldn't fly, like I never can in my dreams.
So the man comes to us. He's Agent Smith from the Matrix trilogy.
I fight him for like twenty seconds, super-fast kung-fu style. It. Was. Awesome.
But he punched me in the face, so we agreed he had won the first round. The second round went quicker, he ended up having me in a leg-lock, so I conceded.
I got beaten by Smith, but I suppose there's no shame in that since Neo got killed by him too in the movie.
Anyway, so then these twenty guys with rifles come outta nowhere and surround Smith and riddle him with bullets, because he's a threat to the Matrix and the machines want him eradicated. Amazingly, Smith is still alive, so they put him in the back of a cop car, while I go talk to my friends.

End of dream.

Seventeenth Journal Entry

My recall is still rusty, but I'd like to think it's improving.
A strange thing is happening to me: I seem to have lucid dreams but not get enthusiased by them. This is the third one in a row. I think they are lucid, just probably not entirely.

Dream

I went out of my old house already lucid. Can't remember anything that happened before. My dad and sister are going fencing, I'm supposed to go with them, but I just laugh and concentrate back on what I'm doing. And what am I doing? Stabilizing the dream by looking at my hands, rubbing my hands together, observing every detail on the skin. They weren't distorted this time though, so maybe I should start varying my reality checks a bit more.
Once the dream was stabilized, I realised the street was completely empty and completely vivid. I said, "I want to see my Dream Guide", and immediately saw one of my friends in a car next to me, so I opened the door for him to step out. Now, I don't know if he was my dream guide or not. But he seemed like a dumb DC who didn't exactly know what was going on, so I left him.
I went to the main street, with lots of cars passing. My mum was there trying to cross. I said, "Stop", and all the cars froze for a moment, before resuming. My mum was just like "omfgwhat" and I was stopping and starting the cars.
I crossed the road and spun my hand around, meaning to also control a street sign; it worked. The sign was spinning two metres away from me while I was spinning my hand. Then I stopped and corrected the sign, patted a DC on the back for the lolz, and ran across the road to correct the other sign. When I did, I crossed the busy road and decided to ask for my DG again. So I did, and I went down a street I could remember from my past dreams, into a building inside which I knew was a hospital. A very dirty hospital, made out of only concrete and with claustrophobic corridors and rooms, but a hospital nonetheless. I went inside and heard crying coming from inside one of the rooms.
I went inside and there she was: the Oracle from the Matrix Trilogy. I asked why she was crying and she replied that she just led me into a trap. My lucidity went down a couple of levels and I genuinely thought I was Neo. Agents came and shot me in the elbow to see if I could feel pain. I couldn't really, so they took me and the last thing I remember from the dream was that I was looking from above at Neo getting his skull drilled into and his face cut, but he was talking to the agents while this was going on.

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I am at home, it is nighttime and my mom comes home from work and takes a bath. Then she disappears. I am waiting for her, and she's not coming home. It is close to midnight. Then dad tells me that she was called back to work for an emergency. I feel sad and angry that she's not/never home. I want to be with my mom.

I had two or three dreams last night but not really sure of the order they were in:

I remember being on a road that runs parallel to a railroad track. Up ahead, the road makes a 90 degree turn to the right and crosses the tracks. I'm not sure what I'm driving, only that it's smaller than the cars and trucks that are lined up on the road. They're lined up because a train is coming and the crossing gate is down. My vehicle is small enough (a golf cart maybe?) so that I can drive alongside the stopped vehicles until I come to the railroad crossing. The first vehicle in line is my truck but some else (a friend) is driving it. While we're waiting for the train to pass, I look over and notice a small stone wedged in the tread or the right front tire. So I reach over and pry it out with my fingers but when it comes out, it turns out to be a long thin strip of metal or something, which I drop on the ground. Having seen how long the metal piece was, I'm now worried that the tire is losing air. I put my ear close to the tire, and I think I hear air coming out. But the train going by is making too much noise so I'm not sure. I put my hand where the metal piece was to see if I can feel any air coming out, but I can't. I step back and look at the tire to see if it looks low or flat, but it appears to be okay. I look on the ground for the piece of metal I dropped because I want to look at it more closely, but I can't find it. I think I find it but what I find turns out to be a long thin piece of rubber that is hanging down from the tire's wheel cover. Anyway, I'm worried that if the tire IS leaking air and with the train taking so long to go by, it might be flat by the time the train passes.

In my next dream, I'm on an airplane. But it's not a normal looking airplane; it seems to have more than one cockpit. I never see it, but I'm assuming there is the normal cockpit at the front. I'm back in the cabin and there are two pilots sitting in seats which appear to have a second set of controls (almost like a driver's ed car has more than one steering wheel). But the pilots are just sitting there. I get the feeling that whoever is up front is flying the plane and these two pilots back here in the cabin are there just in case they're needed. We're coming in on approach over what appears to be a busy multi-lane freeway and having to bob and weave over, under and around obstacles like power lines and overpasses. It becomes clear to me that whoever is up front is having trouble keeping the plane steady and I begin to wonder if and when the two pilots in the back are going to take over. All of a sudden the plane descends down quickly and almost lands in the back of a large boat that's being towed on a trailer on the freeway. We're so close I can see the surprised face of a man standing in the boat. At that point, the two pilots take over and begin flying the airplane. I don't remember anything after that.

In my third dream, I'm in what appears to be a large warehouse. People are claiming cargo and unpacking it. There is a family of Asian-looking people to my right and they're unpack two or three large bundles that appear to have been wrapped up in these huge green leaves. Each bundle is about three feet high and wide by about four feet long. I get the feeling that they bought or won the large bundles without knowing what was in them and that they're just now finding out. Since I'm close by, I can see what's in there as they unwrap them and it appears to be macaroni salad but the noodles are huge, big enough to put my arm through. Apparently, the contents of the bundles isn't what the people expected because they don't seem pleased. A little boy in the group turns his head and grimaces after smelling the noodles. At this point, my memories of the dream jump ahead a little. The same Asian family is now preparing the macaroni salad concoction on a stove and the man cooking (the father?) has added some kind of ingredient that he says will give it more protein. He wants me to buy a plate of the stuff from him, but I'm not sure if I should or not. Suddenly I remember I'm there with my brother and go outside to find him and explain what's going on. I walk outside into a courtyard and see my brother off to the right. He's standing by a small concrete ledge and talking to my Mother and a couple of my other brothers who are sitting on the ledge. I walk over to say hi to my Mom and she stands up and gives me a hug. At this point, I woke up.

I had reoccurring frags of the Fallout Vegas ending. But I was actually in it. Every time, there would be minor tweaks to what happens at the end. The one I remember the most vividly involved Boone and I.

Spoiler for cause this crap goes down almost like the last battle.:

We just killed a lot of the legion, and the NCR was all that remained. I went the Yes Man route, so I was going to kill the General of the NCR. He said his little speech, and I immediately sent all my robots at him. I wasn't expecting Boone to turn around and try to attack, but he did, and went down in a rain of laser fire. I obviously ducked around the corner and avoided it all.

Fragment 1

I was in a club/bar drinking a blue drink. I was with 2 other friends and we were sitting in the corner. The lighting was blue and I thought the drink tasted alright but we got kicked out I think.

I remember there being a jukebox to I think.

Fragment 2

I was a police officer on patrol in a car.

Fragment 3

All I remember was a monster chasing me and my friends, we ran into a hotel. The room walls were a pink red and it was pretty dirty. I also vaguely remember Big Show being in the dream.

Side Notes

I went to sleep using 99 Breaths to Relief a Wandering Mind and I saw red lights against the darkness of my eyes. The light was thin and long and it flashed 3 times.

I woke in the night and used the same technique to go back to sleep.

My recall is so horrible for this dream...I don't know what happened when I became aware, or what was going on before it. I do remember flying a lot. I think I was showing off. Crap now that I think about it....I think I had another FA between this one and the one I wrote down.

During this dream I tried for a scene change by flying through the earth, and failed horribly. I was stuck in darkness for awhile....I know I did some other stuff though....I want to say I remember a shopping center or something......yeah....and a kid. I was flying around this shopping center backwards, forwards, and all kinds of crap. There was this one kid who wanted his parents to buy the crappiest cereal in the store, and I told him to stick to the healthy stuff so he could fly around and be cool like me.

THEN after that I had a FA. I was in my bed, writing the number of LDs I had. I wrote 3 down, and it turned into 4. I was watching the numbers change, and then I realized that I don't even write crap about my dreams unless I'm at the computer. Dream ended and it went to the next one.

I'm in my room. The tv is on, and I already know what time it is. Instead of fully RCing, I play around with the electrical equipment. I pull out plugs and my tv is still on. Not only that, my rooms reversed. I spend the time just reveling at the realness.

I'm lucid for the the third time in a row, but I'm actually thinking about the task. I really didn't look too much into the task, but I knew it had to do something with trick or treat, because it always is.

I head outside, and I can see my shadow. It looks like I'm wearing a robe with a pointy hat. So either I'm a wizard, or a kkk member. LOL, I don't care because I gotta get this done before I wake up. My bag is kinda cool though. It's an over sized half bat head. It goes from the length of the ears all the way to just before the eyes, and it's made out of some stretchy material.

Anyway, I head next door, which is only a few feet, and there's no house. The dog who's constantly chained outside is there, and he barks over and over as I approach. There's nothing left but a grave.

I head down the street again and it's the same thing. No house, grave but the freaking dog is there too. I turn around...the dog is still at the last house...wtf. I fly down to the next house because I know I don't have much time. SAME FREAKING THING. Huge grave site with monument sticking out, dog tied up to something sticking out of the ground, but there's a sign. I read it, and woke up.

(I think this happened because I had the holloween town song stuck in my head playing throughout the dream)

Non-lucid fragments

I was fighting against my dad in a cul de sac, we both had super speed and we also were armed with gardening tools.

I'm pretty sure I also remember a dream about a gerbil or something.

[After drinking a few cans of Dr.pepper It gets harder to have an actual dream instead of a few fragments. ]

Vividness: 9.5
Recall: 7
Overall: 8

Non-Lucid Lucid Comment Aids

Great dream, I knew school life was preventing me from having LDs, you really do need those extra hours.

Suplements: None (had 200mg B6 on the 22nd-23rd)
Mantra: Spent 5 minutes "I'm Dreaming"

Standing in a gloomy corridor, something's off, but I can't put my finger on it. Maybe it is the creepy hooded man staring at me a little way down the corridor. I look down, the floor is patterned in a ugly black and white checker. And the walls a gloomy grey... 'Maybe I'm dreaming', it seems very realistic and I struggle to reassure my self that it is a dream.

Remembering the creep to my left I look up, he begins advancing on me, I panic and start to try the 'finger through palm' reality check, it's not working. I decide to start running down the corridor until I come to an opening, it's like I am in a have collapsed Colosseum, this makes me gain confidence that I'm dreaming and I turn round.
As the man approaches I effortlessly raise my hand sending a large shockwave towards the man, I chuckle as the man flies back where he came from.

Time to work on stabilisation, I tell myself. I shout 'Ultra Stabilise' though cheesy seems to do the trick, I feel alot more rooted, I notice that details came into focus when I shouted it. I want the dream to be more detailed so give it a shot 'Clarify!', the dream becomes so real for a spit second but then defocuses to becoming slightly blurry. After a few attempts I feel that I've got it as detailed as possible and I'm impressed, standing across the room from the ruins of the other side of the building, I can see each piece of rubble.

I hear something behind me, the man's back, I don't want to fight him so I summon myself some angel wings. Diving off the edge of the building I hear him scream at me, but I don't care this is absolutely awesome. At first I have to manually think about flying, up, down, up, down. But I gain the confidence to let the wings do their own thing and it works, I'm hovering with little effort. I see a church and begin to fly around the building, around the large tower, through the arches in the walls. A woman is stood looking out over a beautiful view, I go down to talk to her, but
*BANG*
a large hook is wrapped around me, I am dragged backwards and I catch a glimpse of the man's return, he has a young sidekick now which appears to be wearing multiple glasses. I know I made enemies with him in primary school, so silly.
I fall on to the rough dirt, although I had flight I had little power or speed, so I lose the winds and blast the wire away from me.
'Sean!' it's my brother, he is here to help me. Observing the opponents they appear to have minor dream control, summoning themselves sawn off shotguns. Realising the danger I throw us into the deep puddle river thing behind us, summoning a large pillow behind us just in time to sponge a volley of bullets. In the water it's a mess I frantically attempt to move the pillow so that it protects us, and begin to wade out of the puddle. Grabbing my brothers hand I teleport him away.
A raised shotgun is pointed at me, it's one of those 'have any last words moments'. I summon a crystal shield in front of my chest, muttering words of a spell. In shock this is just a small area of the chest I shout 'shield, surround my body'. It works a treat, running in the opposite direction my wings appear and I head off into the distance.
I stop back at the Colosseum, where I am confronted by the young accomplice, I attempt to make peace but he won't have any of it, he raises the shot gun to me which I quickly disarm.
I am quite angry and unleash a point blank shot to his head, the damage for some reason is minor and heavily grazes the left side of his face.
The dream is fading, I think I am reaching the end of my REM, stabilisation isn't working, so I give myself iron man boots in combination with my wings and fly off into the distance.

Haven't any dreams to share currently. Just want to get this up so I can start posting dreams again, I haven't been here in a while. Hope you've all been well! :)

appeared in the china resterant with Leo and my mom, izra and stefai were there, the resterant was high above the ground for some reason. Leo seems troubled as he gives me a hug and i feel inner resistance inside him. i sit down at the table and start chatting with ice and mom about my adventures of 12th grade, i notice leo is not at the table, i decide hes in the bathroom so i head over tehre to wash my hands and talk to him. i Enter the bathroom and find that he has intense neck problems. he tells me the stress, i see him vibrating like on the shrrooms and wished he took me more seriously when i tell him to be more mediatevie and less resistant to the present moment. i decide its allens responsibility just as much as myn. i return to the table with leo he seems better now becomiing less resistant. i smile in accomplishment. though i realize this is just a dream but its to late to be lucid, i wake up.

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]
[COLOR="lightblue"]Hypnagogic[/COLOR]
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I went to bed at a specific time and set my alarm at a specific time, so I sync my biologicalclock with the sun, but I adjusted it a little so it would fit my morning routine, so with one sleep cycle (90 minutes). The way I know this is because of the Bio2 Real Time, Ev's app.
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[COLOR="blue"]I actually remember many dreams, but they are not interesting for you and it's not worth to write all them down, so I will start at the lucid. But I can say that all the dreams were very vivid and most of them felt like I experienced them.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]Anyhow I had just finished my dream of walking up the stairs to the Eifeltower and it led to the Great Wall for some reason. But the dream changed and I was standing in my school, with my classmates.
I didn't hear them talk, but I heard my friend just laugh to nothing "He he... haha hehe" I noticed that something was strange. I went to the toilet and started to pee. When I felt that I was done, the urge came back, so I couldn't stop pee.[/COLOR] [COLOR="red"]I realised that this was a dream and I knew that I can pee in dreams without doing it for real, so I wasn't worried. I went outside, but I was standing there naked. For some reason my clothes had disapeared.
I was feeling a little embarrassed, but I knew that it was a dream and it was only my classes' dreamcharacters looking at me, but it was a little uncomfortable, so I imagined myself some new clothes.
I saw my friend Felix and asked him for fun "What stabilisation technique do you want me to use?" He said "Spinning" I started to spin slowly, so I could still see the surroundings. When I stopped Amanada was standing infront of me.
I looked her in the eyes and said "Hello!" Then I throw myself up in the air and landed on my back, and it actually hurted a little. Then I rubbed my hands. I don't believe in dream sharing or that stuff, but in this dream I started to consider that Amanda might be herself in my dream, so I told her to count my fingers on one hand. She said "haha why? but ok 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 ... 15!". She looked surprised at me and I said "This is a dream! You are dreaming!"
Shortly after this I started dreaming normally again, so I didn't experienced something special.
Although in the non lucid dream after this, I jumped out from a window and flew a broom and I also used the cruciatus curse on a mean guy.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]I woke up alert and refreshed! I hope that this wasn't a placebo or something, because then Ev might have found the best lucid aid to lucid dreaming! And also I am ranked as a Dream Character on Banhurts Dream Journal program now :D [/COLOR]

Ever since I was a little kid, I've always had very realistic dreams. I love dreaming but honestly, I'm also terrified of it (due to several reasons). So anyways! Enough of me babbling. Onto the story about my first lucid dream!

It happened last Monday. I can still remember the jist of it but not all (GOSH ALISON, KEEP A NOTEBOOK WHY DON'CHA). Weirdly enough, I didn't try to have a lucid dream this time around. I've attempted to do it before out of interest but with no avail.

I was in this inside this old, wooden house with a few people whose faces I can't seem to remember. The mood was really gloomy and dark. I didn't seem to feel comfortable at all (so I'm assuming I was in a nightmare). And then the thought hit me- "HOLY FUCK I'M IN A DREAM".



I got a tad bit excited (like the "jump-up-and-down and squeal" type of excitement) which I then realized was bad since afterwards, I felt that sensation of waking up. So I remembered that old tip I got from watching that Howcast Lucid Dreaming video- spin.

So I spun. Spun like [insert clever simile here], and everything went back to normal as far as dreams go. I calmed down and began to think of the things I've wanted to try doing in a lucid dream.

I had none. Nope. No ideas. None at all. I realized I never really sat down and thought about what I'd do if I ever achieved a lucid dream. So with no clues on what to do, I went with the most common lucid dream ability- the ability to fly.

So I flew. And then went back down immediately. FUCK ACROPHOBIA.

I decided to try out my psychokinesis. I lifted a coffee mug. It was fairly easy to make it fly, but once it was up in the air, it fell back down and crashed on the floor.

And then I woke up. And lived happily ever after. The End.

...

With all jokes aside, this dream made me realize that I'm not cut out for lucid dreaming. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it. But I'm honestly scared of having that much degree of control.

On a side note, I find it funny how the "vividness" is the same for both my non-lucid and lucid dreams. So yep, I'm (probably) not losing anything if I don't ever experience a lucid dream again.

I'll just stick with my non-lucid dreams.