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I was at a hardware store holding one of those black foldy chairs. I then started to run and found myself at a costco. I remember thinking about looking for one of my friends and they appeared in one of the aisles to the right of me. I then "teleported" to a little shack where I saw one of my friends from elementary school. We were smoking pot and drinking for the rest of my dream.

I was in some room with a group of people, and there was one person asking questions on different personality types. They asked me about one, and I answered it. Then another one, but I didn't know what it was. Silvia answered it and said she dated a guy who reworked her entire plumbing in her house. There were more questions about these people, and every time, she would answer with some short story about how some guy she dated was helping her out around her house.

Later on, I'm playing some fighting game, and I lost two times because of the stage we were on. There were certain parts where both characters needed to head to another location, but mine got left behind....so it was considered a knockout.

dream was in my house but there was alot of my friends there past and present, my fiancee went out and was taking longer than expected, i think she was in a mood with me. i also remember looking out the window for her but i just seen loads of people hanging around in groups, as if like they were rioters that i have seen on the new in london. when i was looking at the group of people i seen someone with a simalr zipper to one i have and thought it was my fiancee but after looking closer it wasnt.

11-08-11 EIMS: I am in the office working, though I am slacking off hard and somehow I seem to have gained permission for doing so.

Tim wants me to join his team, which is like a national team, though from an objective standpoint it is more of a business team.

The deal with the team is to run the distance of the tour de France. He wants me as something like a motivational advisor or be the flag ship and actually go for the win.

He thinks I would be really good at that, but I tell him that my long distance stamina is utter crap and that I therefore wouldn't be the best.

I don't particularly want to do it, so I ask when it is starting. 4th of September he says, to which I respond I would be unavailable. I tell him before I know, but the memory of me having to start up uni again creeps up (an actual WL memory! =P).

There is sort of a skip in the dream and we are at the end of the first stage, where Thure my flatmate has come in first. We are standing in the afternoon sun by the road side right next to a red cliff mountain.

I tell either Mark or Tim that I will be betting on Thure, but they hold out for someone from my high school class, though I don't quite catch the name. Thure himself admit to maybe not being able to keep up the tempo.

I stick to my bet, more out of pride as some doubts have crossed my mind now.

Three very short non lucid dreams, this was one before and two after I gave up after a failed wild (I went to bed too late)

First dream I can barely remember, it was before I wbtb and I didn't bother trying to remember at the time, I believe it was something to do with nature and a creature of some sort.

Second dream was about a game with a friend, my friend was riding an elephant and killed me for the funnies, so I went back and killed her. We then went and stole an item from this strange chest which had small clear plastic bags with items inside. A battle was happening somewhere in the city so we went to fight.

Thrid dream I was at the gym with my friends from school and some other girls mainly from the year below. I had just decided to start working on my arms by bench pressing a curl bar, and I kept sliding off the edge for some reason.

Recall: 2/5
Vividness: 5/5

It seems that I'm in a seatown. There is my little brother, my parents and a 9 year old girl. We are first in a house, were we should live for the next days. The house was really tiny and remind me of a place I've been once in my life. I find this house really odd, because it seems that each time I walk in a room, it looks totally different.
My parents say to me that they are going somewhere and that I should pay attention on my brother and the girl. I ask my brother who it is and he says, that she's some sort of exchange student. This makes perfectly no sense, because it seems that she lives at this place for real and that we are simply on vacation or something like that.
So we leave the house to and go somewhere, but I can't recall where and what happened next. Only thing I know that both got back to the house. I'm standing alone in a street of that town, where we went on vacation this year. I know this city very well, I can recall the exact place where I am. There is this enormous hill and I'm standing on the road on the top of the hill. It's really bright outsides it even hurts my eyes.
And than something weird happens. I get witness of something terrible, but I can't recall what it was. Only thing I remember is, that I got scared really bad and had some kind of emotional shock. I look at my hands and I see that instantly, hairs grow on my fingers. That scares me a lot. I look at my fingers and see that they've grow also under my nails. My fingers felt numb. I tried to rub my fingers to get ride of the hairs, but I failed. First I thought that it's due to the shock, but I remember instantly that a shock would have as extreme consequence a loss of hairs and not the grow.
There is a woman next to me and show her my hands. I say:

Me: Look! What happened to my hands?
DC: I don't see anything abnormal.
Me: Look at the hairs!!
DC: Well that's normal. I remember that you always had these hairs on your hands.

Wow! My last estimate was accurate. 10 days between LDs, then 5, and then last was 2 days in between.

I will continue to do the usual reality checks, and then doing the countdown concentration before sleeping, and then visualizing the last dream, and imagining being lucid, and then doing the reality check, staying still and rubbing the hands. I have to avoid spinning though, coz it seems the chance of losing lucidity is higher if I do that.

YAY (^_^) I want to achieve daily LDs so that I can do my experiments. For now, extending lucidity is of utmost importance. I experience LDs mostly while dreaming or about to wake up (which sucks, coz I only have limited time to be lucid), so being aware is most important.

Dream One

So last night I have two very vivid dreams. The first that I remember was somewhat scary, though I didn't feel the intense pangs of fear normally associated with a nightmare (I don't know how) I did think the setting and everything was creepy.

The first thing I remember is a girl next to me laying down. She wispered something into my ear (I can't remember what, but something about death) and then bit my neck. I quickly got her off me and then pushed her back and she disappeared into the darkness. As I walked down the hall of this dark room I see a roommate of hers standing there staring at me (in a creepy manner of course). She looks haunt and scary, and I attack her before she attacked me and killed her. I than saw the first girl and after a small scuffle I kill her as well. When I'm done I saw a small box, like a christmas present and open it, and all the sudden a hand with a knife comes out and stabs me.

Right afterwards I'm right back in the same dream, only this time it is happening to someone else and I'm watching (I try to tell them what to do to get out safely but they can't hear me). The same battles ensue and once again the knife in the box happens. This time I run out of the house and see in the yard two guys staggering around extremely intoxicated on something. I keep running and think to myself that maybe they were drugging people than killing them. I don't know why I had that dream, it was bizarre.

Dream Two

The second dream was cool in a lot of ways. The first thing I remember is being sometime in the future where you could actually enter a video game, like virtual reality. It was a shooter simulation very much like call of duty, I kept bringing up the score and watching the highest scoring players (I think the highest had 1000+ kills) when I decided I wanted to join in. I enter the virtual world and the fighting stops, so I begin to walk around. The graphics were amazingly real, with all the subtle things you would see in every day life. One of the most interesting parts was that there were computer generated characters that you could talk to. I began talking with a shop keeper, he was fat with a large mustache and very nice. I remember vividly asking the question after we began talking for awhile if he had a soul, because even though I knew he was only a string of code but I felt that he had to of had some sort of spirit in him. I remember telling him I would look forward seeing him in heaven for some reason.

After awhile I just began to explore the new game map, it was a desert town and I don't remember much after the shop keeper episode. It was a bizarre dream, but fun none the less.

I am the GREAT MONTULU.

i AM an octopus tentacle giant god beast inside the pyramide.

I AM MONTULU, AND I CALL YOU TO ME. LOL

I was in this building and it was like a team deathmatch. On the heroes side there was JFK and other guys (I only remember JFK) and on villains was Bush(maybe) but definetly Condoleeza Rice and a few other guys. We battled it out shooting each other. Then in the same dream there was an assembly and one of my teachers was sitting down and there were no seats but there was one.???. "I guess you'll have to sit here" she signals to here lap and I said "Or you could sit on mine". So she did.

I went back outside into thematch on the villains side and thats how I saw Rice and some random guy. Honestly the villain team sucked.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I’m in a building that is something like a conference center. There is a conference/camp event going on here for students in the $Program program. [Name has been hidden to prevent members of the program from finding this journal.] Most of the people attending the conference are teenagers and young adults. I go from the hallway through a door into one of the conference rooms, where there is a check-in and registration table set up. It’s covered with the papers that belong to that schema: lists of registered attendees, conference schedules and other materials for the conference, and calendars of upcoming events. I check in, then take a look at the calendar and see that there’s an overnight event coming up that includes attending a local high school’s football game. I want to go, but I think it conflicts with something else that I have going on.

At this conference, each $Program group that is attending has a different nickname or theme; my group is the “villains” group. The check-in table for each group is in a different room. After I've checked in, I walk back out into the hallway and encounter a girl, my age or a little younger, looking for her check-in room. Her name tag reads “Eliza.” I encourage her to join one of the “good” groups [by which I mean, any group that isn't villains-themed], because she's new to $Program. I expect that I'll be the only one from my $Program group who participates in the larger group activities offered by the conference, because everyone else in my group is an older adult and most of the other conference attendees are teenagers or young adults. Besides, LN teaches high school for a living; she probably doesn't want to spend her off-hours with teenagers, too.

I start climbing the stairs to the second floor of the building to get to the conference meeting rooms. There are two flights of stairs that cross in an X in midair, joining together at the point where they cross to form a platform. A third, smaller flight of stairs extends down from this platform to the floor I want to get to. There are others climbing the stairs along with me.

[I don’t remember the transition, but] I’m outside the building I was just in. I’m on a beautiful college campus. It has trees, grass, and winding, paved paths between the buildings. The ground is not level, but contoured, rolling up and down. In this scene, I realize that I’m dreaming. [I don’t remember why or how; I just did.] I jump/float down one of the inclines, grabbing a handful of grass at the bottom of the incline as I land on another path, which [I think] has a low wall that stands between the path and the incline I've just jumped/floated over. I'm touching it to keep the dream stable by engaging my senses. It feels like real grass and is very soft and supple. I walk down the path I've just landed on, heading toward a small tree, covering ground much more quickly than I would in reality. [Here, I experienced that phenomenon I've read about here on DV where, in order to get somewhere in a dream, you focus on your intention to arrive there and suddenly, there you are, having skipped over the boring part where you traveled there.] When I reach the small tree, I touch it, wrapping my hand around its narrow trunk. It feels rough, like a real tree. I'm just happily enjoying being in a dream.

A little further along the path, just beyond the small tree, is a large, square, paved area, in front of the entrance to a building. A woman is standing in this area, alone. She’s older and has wispy brown hair, which she wears up in a loose bun. She has lines and wrinkles on her face, and has a patch of shiny, lavender-pink eyeshadow all over the center of her face. She’s wearing a long dress the same color as the eyeshadow.

I suddenly recall the current Task of the Month [which I had just looked up, just before going to bed]. I approach the woman. In the distance, behind me, I can hear all the teenagers and young adults who are attending the conference/camp singing together:

“Day-oh, day-oh. Da-a-ay-oh, da-a-ay-oh. Daylight come and me wanna go home.”

I sing along with the young people as they begin the next repetition of this segment of music: “Day-oh.” As I sing, I look right at the older woman, expecting her to sing along, too.

“Day-oh,” she mumbles softly, looking down shyly at the ground to my left.

“Da-a-ay-oh,” I sing to her, still looking at her and expecting her to sing along.

“Da-a-ay-oh,” she mumbles, still looking down. I figure that she simply lacks confidence in her singing voice and encourage her by saying enthusiastically to her, “Come on, you can do it!”

“Daylight come and me wanna go home,” she sings, now looking up and demonstrating self-confidence. She proves to have a beautiful singing voice.

Pleased, I continue singing along with the young people, who have been singing the song all this time. The older woman continues singing along as well. “Come, Mr. Tally-Man, tally me banana. Daylight come and me wanna go home.”

Somewhere in the midst of those two lines, the dream faded and I woke up, probably because I was so excited about having completed the Task of the Month for the first time since February.

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Side notes:
I just looked up what the current Tasks of the Month were last night. I think this knowledge helped motivate me to want to have a lucid dream. I'm thrilled that I completed the basic task the same night! The euphoria from my achievement lasted for several hours into my waking day.
I'm also excited to have used a new dream control ability for the first time. I'd read that you could control what happened in your dreams, including controlling the actions of DCs, by expecting particular things to happen, but this was the first time I'd ever actually done it.

08/05/11 Friday
I am in school, I know it is Friday, and I am impatiently waiting for the class to come to an end so I can go home. I fidget in my seat, willing the time to go by more quickly, completely ignoring the paper in front of me. I have all weekend to do that homework, there's no hurry. Something hits me in the back of the head, it is a wad of paper. I pick it up and look at it. There is a note scrawled inside that says, "You are having a cow." Wtf? I look around the room and see there is a boy a couple rows back from me looking at me. He points at me and mouths the word 'cow' very clearly. Weirdo… The bell finally rings and I get up to leave. I brush up against someone as I'm gathering my things and she gives a mock scream. She says something contaminated touched her and she needs to be disinfected before she catches whatever it is that makes me so gross. Another idiot. I already know for a fact that the school is full of idiots. I ignore the idiots and leave the classroom, heading for home. In front of the school there is a group of five boys picking on one boy. Bunch of cowards… I head over to the group, I recognize the boy getting picked on… and I know I don't like being picked on, so neither does this boy. One of them, a particularly fat one, is saying the smaller boy probably wets the bed, how pathetic is that? I comment it is about one tenth as pathetic as a group of five idiots picking on one person. The fat one turns around and says no one asked me, so get lost. I apologize for my mistake… six picking on one, since the big one is clearly fat enough for at least two boys. The fat kid says he isn't fat, he has big bones. I say wow… he'll never have to worry about breaking a bone, then… those bones aren't big, they're HUGE! The fat kid says he's not opposed to hitting a girl, so get lost before he beats me along with Potter. I say I'm not opposed to kicking him in the… wait… Potter? Harry Potter? He looks at me blankly. Does that make you Dudley Dursley? Yeah… who wants to know? I tell him I read about him in a scientific journal… the first known human being to exist with absolutely no brain at all! He says that does it, I'm going to get pounded. He takes a swing at my face, I catch his fist in my hand and twist it over into a very uncomfortable position. He lets out a cry of surprise and a bit of pain. I tell him he has one chance to run home to his mommy before I kick him in the nuts so hard they get lodged in his fucking nostrils. Someone is coming, it is a teacher, asking what is going on here. Everyone is instantly on their best behavior. Dudley whispers to Harry that he will get it later on… and then to me that I will get it tomorrow. Um… tomorrow is Saturday, retard… I won't be seeing you… Harry says that was worth it to see Dudley get shown up by a girl. I invite him to come to my place. He says he can't come home with me every day forever. I ask why not, my dad won't mind. And it's not like his aunt and uncle give a shit… He can't argue with that, and we head back to my place together. I tell him there is a technique to being able to fight people like Dudley… and I know someone who can teach him if he wants to learn. He seems very interested.

08/06/11 Saturday
I am in the back yard of my own house, though it is not the house I live in now, it isn't even a house I recognize. My father is there with me, in fact, my father is James Hetfield from Metallica. Also there with me are Harry Potter and Vegeta from Dragonball Z. Hetfield goes into the house, leaving Harry and me there with Vegeta. Vegeta is giving us a martial arts lesson. He says it doesn't matter how large your opponent is if you know the right techniques to handle ourselves. So we spend a while out in the back yard working on exercises to get in shape and martial arts techniques. I am thinking I am at least getting some exercise for a change, and maybe this time I will even be able to stick with it. Somehow, even though Vegeta and Harry Potter are there with me, and James Hetfield is my father, it never occurs to me that I might be dreaming until I wake up.

08/07/11 Sunday
I am in the back yard of a house that is clearly not one of the places I have ever lived in my waking life, but it is familiar to me as my home. This entire dream consists of practicing martial arts with Harry Potter, Vegeta is the instructor. For some reason it never once occurs to me to do a reality check…

Note: In spite of doing reality checks periodically during the day and telling myself to do them when I am dreaming, I never seem to do them anymore. If anyone has any ideas on how to get back into the habit it would be really helpful, I used to have frequent lucid dreams and now they're gone…

08/08/11 Monday
I am in bed and waking up, the alarm is going off, I don't want to get up… it is too early… why is my alarm going off now?! I sit up and look around the room, there is some light coming in the window, but it is clearly still early in the morning. I drag myself out of bed and get dressed before dragging myself out to the other room. Someone speaks to me from the door, says this is the last week of school, come on, get out of bed. School… wtf? I have school? What is going on? I sit up and get out of bed, not sure what to think. I get dressed and when I go to brush my hair I see I am about 11 years old. My mind just falls into the routine of going to class now, all thoughts of dreaming gone. Eat breakfast, walk to school. I am walking to school with Harry Potter, who apparently spent the night at my house last night. The entire time I am walking to school I get the strange feeling that someone is watching us… following us… am I just being paranoid? Nope. About half way to school a group of five boys blocks our path, one of them is Dudley Dursley. They seem ready for a fight. Dudley says no one humiliates him in front of his friends… I say no need to, he makes a complete fool of himself on his own. He turns red and says he's going to pound me… then he comes at me. I use leverage and strength I didn't realize I had to flip him over and onto his back, then I step on his fat neck. Try that again I'll rip your dick off and shove it so far up your ass that you're giving yourself a blowjob! All five of them look shocked that a girl just did that. While they are shocked, Harry and I continue to school where all my classes go predictably boring. My last class is over, and I am ready to head home… but wasn't I supposed to meet Harry and walk home with him? I look around for Harry for a while, then I finally find him. I'm not sure what made me check… but I find him in a dumpster. He has had his ass kicked… by Dudley and his gang, no doubt… I help Harry out of the dumpster, at first he is mad at me, saying Dudley was beating him because of me, then he is upset, saying he tried to use Vegeta's techniques, but they didn't work… I tell him it takes time to train to fight. I focus on healing a couple of his injuries… the healing works. We walk home together, I am plotting revenge on Dudley, but Harry wants to learn to fight and take care of things himself.

08/09/11 Tuesday
I wake up in bed and know right away that it is time to go to school. Time to get up and get ready to go. I pull myself out of bed, I currently have no awareness of my normal waking life, and no idea that I could be dreaming right now. I come out of the bedroom and have breakfast, I don't want to go to school, I never do, but this is the last week. Yay! I am walking to school with Harry Potter, and it feels like we're being watched. This seems to be a common occurrence now… nothing happens before we reach class, though. No one shows their face. I wonder if it was Dudley and his goons, and they are too cowardly to show their faces. Most likely. Classes today are preparation for the final exams, so there isn't much time to think about anything else. I get really bored with going over material for final exams and I end up doodling again, though this time I am more careful about getting caught. I am doodling plans for a puzzle game I have had in mind, though I am not entirely sure what I plan on doing with the idea. I will figure out that part once I have the idea finalized.

08/10/11 Wednesday, Dream 1
I am in an office, I am there for a job interview. I have no memory of how I got to be there, and I can't even remember what job I am interviewing for. Of course this results in me being about ten times as nervous as I usually am at an interview, and that is never a good thing. I look around the office a bit, it is a really fancy office. I am there by myself, I wonder when the person interviewing me will arrive. I get nosy and look around on the desk. It is a massive mahogany desk, clearly an antique… it is well polished and there are many items on it. I note the items consist of some antique looking pens, a couple bottles of ink, several rolls of parchment, and what is most notably absent is a computer of any kind. Actually there is nothing electronic at all. Weird. I sit there and wait for a few minutes until the door finally opens and a man walks in. I do a double take as I recognize the man, it looks like Professor Dumbledore. I am doing a double take when he comes over and says he's sorry to have kept me waiting, there was some urgent school business to attend to. He introduces himself and says he is pleased to meet me, Quintus has told him a lot about me. Quintus? I am wondering who Quintus is, Dumbledore continues. He says Quintus has said I have held such positions before and performed admirably in them, and he is inclined to believe Quintus since they have been friends for so many years. Who the fuck is Quintus?! I am struggling with this question, but Dumbledore doesn't seem to notice, he keeps talking. I am hardly hearing what he is saying, though I am somehow answering, not even aware of my answers. Finally I am leaving the office, and Dumbledore is saying he is required to speak with someone else, but he really feels he has already made his decision. I wish it was that easy to get a job in my waking life…

08/10/11 Wednesday, Dream 2
I am in school, I am taking a test. It's a final exam. In this dream I spend the entire day going to two different classes and taking final exams, then the school day is over. I get to go home early, though the idea is for me to go home early and then study for the final exams still to come tomorrow. What fun, I am so glad class is almost over for the summer. Outside of the school I meet up with Harry Potter, and we are walking home together. Harry says something about that he really should go home one of these days… he can't move in with me permanently. I ask why not, as long as my dad doesn't care… and it seems pretty clear that his aunt and uncle don't give a shit. Harry says the Dursley's would probably be glad to get rid of him. I say then the problem is solved. Unless someone complains, there is really no reason he can't just stay with me… unless he really prefers living with the Dursleys. He said no, he would not prefer that. I say let's get home, I need to do some studying for our final exams tomorrow. Maybe we can help each other out. Sure, sounds great. The whole way home I can't shake the feeling we are being watched, though I never see any sign of anyone following us. I wonder if Dudley might be a problem… it seems Harry notices me being paranoid. He says if I'm looking for Dudley, don't worry, Dudley is still back at school trying in vain to finish a final exam… when he probably got stuck on the first question, the one where he's required to put his name.

Not last night but the night before.
I had a dream which I had forgotten most of it. But the last bit before I woke up was a close-up of me and I smiling evilly. I was backstage at a theatre (and I do mean right backstage

Something to do with putting on a play.. and I can't remember much expect there was a African-Canadian man who was in a wheelchair. For some reason the day before I guess opening day, I moved this body (of a REAL dead person) which was in a sack onto the bottom shelf which was just about the height of my head (5'4 Is what I think I am) in the prop room. For some reason after I left the room I
encourage people including the wheelchair person to go
into the room, and for some reason I closed the door and locked it.

I was in an old looking house that had many flights of stairs. It was made almost entirely of darkish brown wood, including the walls. I was with some guy and we were trying to get out of the house. We had to run down all the stairs to get to the door at the bottom. But every time you went down a staircase, a really freaky disembodied face/mask kinda thing would zoom directly at your face. It wouldn't touch you or hurt you, but they were all different and all freaky lol. The faces scared me, so I always made the guy go a bit ahead of me, and covered my eyes with my hands.

Finally we were at the bottom and I ran out of the door first. I flopped down on my back on a patch of soft grass in front of the house. It was really sunny and warm and nice. The guy joined me soon after and laid down with his head near mine and his feet in the opposite direction. Then a girl came over wearing a rainbow sweater. She started saying things like, "Oh, this must be your time together, I'd better leave you two alone," etc and this made me uncomfortable, so to change the subject, I looked down at my shorts and said disinterestedly, "Oh, is there a cricket on me?" There actually was, so I started trying to pick it up.

It's really different here but for some reason I feel like it was part of the same dream. I was rummaging in the fridge in some house and eating sushi and talking with a friend who was there about a new j-pop group that was debuting soon. I was saying there were too many that were all the same, and that there were always too many members, then whoever else was there said they didn't like SNSD, except very quietly and weirdly and I was like 'what?'. Then they came on TV or something. It was a group of maybe 20 japanese idols, all dressed in white on a white/silver background. One of them had blonde wavy pigtails. Then they started singing and dancing to "Special Generation" and I was like "oh...it's a cover" sounding disappointed for some reason.


I realized later on that I'm pretttty sure the creepy faces zooming at me came from playing LSD Dream Emulator, somehow. xD I dunno, it just reminds me of it.

Was living in a shitty apartments on the bottom floor. A man in the apartment above mine rapped my dog. I was so furious that I knew I had to kill the man. After sitting there upset for a while and holding baron I went upstairs and went inside the mans apartment. Strangely, Lisbeth salander from the book "girl with the dragon tattoo" was inside. She was on my side. She quietly signaled to me that the man was sleeping. We went over to him tip toe and began chocking him until he died. Then Lisbeth and I quietly signaled to each other once more and I left. I felt a great deal of relief once he was dead. Then I walked downstairs. The scene changed, I was in a big house. This guy who had a crush in me in school was there. He was hitting on me, and I was slightly creeped out. Then many people from highschool were there. I had to pee. I went to the bathroom and I started to pee. There was dirt on the wall and an invisible ghost started to write the word "clean" into the wall. I got up and began to yell at the ghost. I said I wasn't afraid of it and it to leave me alone. I got pee on my leg when I got up and I was frustrated. Then the bathroom door opened. That guy with the crush was there.