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I've been trying to prolong my lucid dreams lately.
I noticed that lucids featuring Yuya have lasted much longer than other lucids I've had.
I'm assuming this is because these dreams were much more immersive and just felt "more real".
I've experimented with this tutorial: (Tutorial for extending Lucid Dream Time. Hours of LD. by Gary - Dream Journals - Dreamviews Lucid Dreaming Community & Resource) during normal lucid dreams, and although it definitely prolonged the dreams, they still didn't last much longer than 10-15 minutes.
I feel like the immersion, such as in the dreams with Yuya, is a necessary aspect to have very long lucid dreams.
This is my first attempt at having a long lucid dream in the company of Yuya.


(I can't remember exactly how the dream started. I think I teleported to Teraluna and I've talked to Yuya for a few minutes)
I'm walking through some sort of flower garden with Yuya.
The flowers and plants are quite high, about 2 meters in size. Most of them are very colorful, blue, green and a few yellow ones.
There are small trees of the same size growing those blue fruits Yuya likes to make tea from.

I told Yuya that I want to learn how to prolong my stay in this world, and she's been explaining a few basics to me.
She explained that the most important aspect would be to anchor my senses in this world and not to think about waking life at all.
So as I walk through the garden, I try to absorb my surroundings as well as I can.
For some reason I close my eyes to do this. (I think I wanted to focus on my other senses, not only vision, and I thought doing this would help)
I listen: I can hear the flow of water through the garden, small animals making all kinds of noises, the sound of my feet touching the ground...
I smell: The air smells very fresh, the pollen from all the plants give the place a very strong and distrinct odor.
I taste: I bite into one of the mentioned blue fruits which I'm carrying with me. It's very sour but also immensely refreshing.
I feel: The consistence of the fruit as I bite into it, the slight breeze of air as it touches my skin, the texture of the ground I'm standing on...
I note that the simple experience of just being somewhere and just analyzing my own senses is actually quite a strong sensation.
I open my eyes...

It feels different from before, it feels more real.
It didn't feel "unreal" before, but there is a clear difference, I really feel like I'm actually standing in the garden right now.
The visual detail of the world has also increased.
I can now see tiny glowing fireflies flying around the garden, I couldn't see them before.
My 6th sense is active as well, I am fully aware of my close surroundings, even if I don't look at them.
(My senses were more precise than in waking life. My complete field of vision was sharp, not only the very center, The texture of things I touched felt much more detailed etc...)

"This is real..." (I think I said this without a real reason, not because I confused the waking and the dream world or something like that)
At this point I know that this dream is going to last for a very long time.

Yuya approaches me and looks into my eyes acting quite serious:

"Welcome, to the real world."

After an awkward moment of silence she starts laughing.
I notice she was imitating Morpheus as a joke and I have to laugh as well, she really got me there.
We keep walking through the garden.

"Do you know all of the movies I have seen?"

"No, I know the overall plots, and scenes you found quite memorable, but I haven't actually seen them."

This makes sense, she knows them from my memories, and you can't memorize a complete movie, you memorize the plot, the characters and a few key moments...
We walk out of the garden arm in arm... (We talk some more, I can't remember the topic of the conversation though...)

... We arrive at some sort of stage?
It's not really a stage, more of a platform with some instruments on them.
I immediately notice something that resembles an electric guitar.

"Do you want to play?"

Although it resembles an electric guitar, some features are quite different. I see frets and strings, the overall shape is the same, but the whole electronics are completely different.
"No... I don't think I know how ti play it."
Yuya grabs my hand and starts dragging me towards the instruments.

"Come-on! It will be fun!"

She fiddles about with some stuff and hands me the guitar. I sit down and she sits right in front of me facing me.

"Try it!"

It feels different from a real guitar. It's lighter, the strings are much softer, they're clearly not steel, but not nylon either.
The strings are very easy to bend and don't cut into the fingers a all.
The electronics are... organic?
The pickups seem to be replaced by some sort of plant, and veins feed into an amp which consists of some sort of glowing organic bubbles.
It's quite a sight. I grab one of the stone picks attached to the guitar and try to play an F powerchord.
It's barely audible, and it doesn't sound right at all.

"Volume!"

She turns what appears to be the volume knob on the guitar up.
I take a closer look at the guitar since it sounded quite wrong and notice it has 8 strings.
How on earth is an 8 string guitar tuned? I haven't even played a 7 string one...
I gently pick the first few strings individually. The first two sound quite deep, the third one seems to be tuned to E, the fourth to A, aah, suddenly something familiar!
I try to play a few simple chords on the lower strings, assuming they are in standard tuning, and it works just fine.
The guitar sounds more like a combination between a cello and a violin rather than an electric guitar, but I love the sound.
Yuya proceeds to explain some more parts of the guitar. There are actually some sort of distortion sliders directly on the guitar which is quite cool.
I'm still not really confident, finger positioning feels really easy on the very thin neck, but I'm afraid I won't be able to play very well.

I have no idea what to play, and she's staring at me...
For some reason I start playing Stairway to Heaven, not sure if I should feel like an idiot or not.
As my nervousness decreases I begin to play surprisingly well considering it's a very unfamiliar guitar.
"There's a lady who's sure..."
Oh god, how cliche is this?
I feel stupid for singing and decide to stop, though I keep playing for a bit.
Yuya seems quite impressed that I seem to be doing ok with the guitar.

She grabs a guitar herself. It looks different from mine, I think it has even more strings.
I feel quite uneasy, she's going to want to play something together, and somehow I don't feel I have the skills to do it.

"Let's play something powerful"

"I'm not really that good..."

"Pleaaaaaaase?"

"Right... What do you want to play?"

She starts to search for some chords, trying to figure out a song she's heard before.
Is she trying to play the Nightwish version of Phantom of the Opera?
I try to remember the riffs and crank the distortion on the guitar.
I play a few notes.

"Yes! That one! Let's play that one!"

I have to try around quite a bit until I remember how to play the full song, but I get there.
Yuya plays lead over it, she mostly improvises, but it fits the song very well.
Then at one point, after starting from the beginning, she completely surprises me.

"In sleep he sang to me... In dreams he came~"

Her voice is so overwhelming, she's an absolutely phenomenal singer. Her voice is very powerful, yet very emotional.
I stop playing for a bit because I just can't believe how awesome her singing is.
Once I notice I've stopped I resume playing, completely focusing on her fantastic voice.

"That voice which calls to me... And speaks my name
And do I dream again... For now I find
The Phantom of the opera is here... Inside my mind"

My mind is blown, it's a good thing you can play guitar "on autopilot" or I wouldn't be able to keep going.
And then she looks at me, giving me a very clear sign with her head.
She wants me to sing the other part...

"I'm a very bad singer..."

"Believe in yourself, you can do it!"

My part is coming up, I ponder whether or not I should try it... fuck it.

"Sing once again with me... Our strange duet."
Well shit, if I'm attempting this I should try to do it right.
I put a lot of power into my voice, try to get into the correct mood and let my emotions flow into the singing.

"My power over you... Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me... To glance behind
The Phantom of the opera is there... Inside your mind"

It doesn't sound nearly as bad as it should.
In fact it sounds rather good, I'm quite impressed.
It's miles away from Yuya's singing skills obviously, but I have the confidence to keep going.
We keep singing and playing music for some time, I'm really enjoying it.
A lot of time passes as we try a few more songs.

As it starts getting dark we decide to stop and Yuya takes me to some sort of restaurant I guess?
In the city there's a few large tables outside, with dishes on them.
We sit down and have dinner, continuing to talk about all kinds of things.
We mostly talk about my life, about decisions I've made...
The food is quite good, very spicy, it reminds me of the Greek kitchen a bit.
I'm not really sure what it is we're eating though, it's some sort of animal with vegetables.
Everything tastes quite exotic, but I like all of it, except some weird potato like thing which just tastes weird.

After we're done eating we walk back to Yuya's place.
She's obviously tired, and she hangs on to my arm as we walk.
It's quite dark in her bedroom, which is completely open on one side.
You can see the sky and a waterfall quite far away.
As I stand there looking outside, Yuya takes her dress off.
I'm quite surprised by this, she's standing half naked in the same room with me now, though she has her back turned towards me.
There's something on her back? A tattoo? It's glowing in the dark.
As she puts on a dress for the night I remember that those are actually some sort of small animals.
They attach themselves to the back of a person and live of our body heat for some time until they are old enough to fly away.
Everyone living in Riven for some time has those. I wonder if I do.

Yuya gets into her bed, which I am standing rather closed to.
I'm a bit confused as to what to do.
She's holding up the blanket.

"You coming?"

"Sure."
I take off my shirt and get into the bed.
I'm surprised by how normal this feels, I think I have slept with her in the same bed before...
She puts her right arm around me and rests her head on my right shoulder.

After just a few minutes she's asleep. I on the other hand have quite some trouble falling asleep.
I can't stop being amazed as I feel her breathing in her sleep.
At one point I do fall asleep though.


(dream within a dream)
I see a younger version of myself in third person, probably about 15 or 16.
I'm with Yuya and Selene. Yuya looks the same way she does nowadays, her hair is a bit shorter.
We're in a huge battle. We're fighting some kind of daemon wielding an unnaturally big sword.
Selene is wounded, leaning against a pole and the daemon is attacking her.
I have wings of fire and a burning fire tattoo on my body. On my back the tattoo forms the face of a dragon.
I mimic the way dragons use their energy, allowing me to use their powers.
I manage to get between Selene and the daemon just in time.
The view switches to first person. I block the sword with both of my hands and put all of my energy into stopping the attack.
My back hits the pole and the blade cuts a few centimeters into my shoulder before I manage to stop it...


I wake up from the dream.
Yuya is already up and has made breakfast.
I sit down at the table and we drink a glass of juice. I'm not really hungry yet but I grab a slice of bread anyways.
Suddenly I realize I've just woken up and I forgot to RC. (I think I'm in waking life since I woke up and I RC every time I wake up to catch FA's)
I do the nose pinch RC but it doesn't work, well, obviously it won't because I'm awake.
It takes me a few seconds to remember that I actually am dreaming, and I am very confused.
Then I remember that I went to sleep within a dream, I've never done that before.
My real body is still asleep in my bed...
The vision fades.
Ah shit, I'm a fucking idiot thinking about that...
I wake up.


I'm slightly confused for a few seconds after waking up.
The pieces quickly fit together though.
I RC and get up.

In World of Warcraft, when you try to venture into the sea, a bar labled "fatigue" kills you if you go to far. I remember thinking "there's a glitch that lets me disable that", so I used the glitch, and I started walking on the water across the ocean. I saw this island in the distance, and ran over to it, however, everything turned dark, and I got really cold. "This HAS to be a dream" I thought. I yelled "LIGHT" really loud, but woke up when I did. So, it seems I did have a lucid dream, it was really crappy, but a little lucid dream is better than none, right?

Non-Dream/Non-Lucid/Lucid

My alarm didn't wake me up for my WBTB and I ended up sleeping the entire night. Because of that I have low recall and had low levels of consciousness in each dream.


Dream 1:

I am a waiter of some kind. Something happened I guess....

Dream 2:

I am standing in the hotel lobby of the Hilton hotel near Blake Minnesota. I am coming down to the first floor in the elevator. When the elevator lets everyone off I walk forward towards the lobby and then turn right towards the restaurant. Another right into the restaurant shows me that all of the tables are gone except for one which my parents are sitting at. I walk up to them and ask them what they want. They tell me that one of their cables connecting the table to the internet is loose and they need me to connect mine in. I agree and take the cord I am apparently carrying around and attach it to their table and then to the wall outlet. I then ask them if that is all they need, they say yes, so I leave. On my way back I hear my parents calling my room again asking for my brother to come down with his cable. I am jealous that my parents would prefer my fake brother plug in cords than me, so I wait right next to the turn into the restaurant for my brother to show up. Sure enough, a few seconds later I see someone turning the corner with a pink Ethernet cord in his hands. I tell him that it turns out our parents didn't need the cord anyway and that he should just turn around and go upstairs. However I tell him I should keep his cord just for safe keeping. He agrees without much argument and goes back upstairs. After my brother has left in the elevator I walk into the restaurant, tell my parents that my brother got lost and I have a spare cord, and then plug in the pink cord when my parents say nothing to the contrary. I first plug one end into the table and as I am plugging the other end into the wall

I wake up

My dad and I go into an old looking cinder-block building where French
Creek Elementary school should be. It is a rather small building and there
is a chain-link fence along the side of the road. We go down the steps into
a sort of basement-like area. I somehow know this place was, in some way,
damaged and it belongs to a friend of my Dad's. I feel like we're looting
the place but my Dad says its okay. My Dad's friend comes down. He looks like
a classic contractor. Slightly heavyset but not really overweight, dirty white
shirt and blue jeans, and a beige tool belt around his waist. The man somewhat
resembled Al Borland from "tool time"?. He said hi to my dad and started helping
him go through the stuff that was salvageable. We only found one thing. It was
some sort of rectangular clear plastic piece with a bunch of clear plastic
components inside and an orange piece in the center. My Dad thanked his friend
and left with the piece. Suddenly, I got a sense of paranoia. I felt as if there
was some sort of impending danger, so I looked out the window at the top of the
room and I could just see several "gangsters" with guns climbing over the fence.
I decided to run for the fence. I got out and the gang was shooting at some other
innocent bystanders. I ran for the fence and one of them noticed me. Every time
he would shoot at me, I would run faster or skid to a halt and the bullet would
miss me. I finally reached the fence and tried to vault it. In real life, I would
have no problem doing this, but I got to the apex of the vault and sort of hung
there facing the ground. I managed to get down but by that time one of the gang
members had his gun trained on me. I don't remember what happened next but I
somehow had saved the life of the one who had had the gun on me and the two
remaining gang members offered to escort me up the hill to my house since they
had bicycles and I did not. ( The logic made sense in the dream ). So I started
walking up the hill with one in front and the other not to far behind. After
getting up around the bend, a car was coming from behind. I looked over and
my crush and her brother were in the car. I said that I knew them. The gangster
in front decided to ride in front of the car backwards and the car slowly pushed
him along, he did not fall over or anything. Then I woke up.

No Recall, I went back to sleep and had a dream I remember...

No Recall

Good morning, everybody. I'm not sure if the third and fourth dreams are two dreams or actually just one. But I think they are two.

Dream #1

I was in an office building with one of my old co-workers, CT. The floor we were on was very lonely. Everything was grey and dim, and it felt like it was under construction. And yet, it also had a hazy kind of romantic feeling to it, like in a Hong Kong movie from the 1990s.

I think either our company had just moved into this building or else our company was just starting up. CT and I were the first people to come to work in this building, other than our boss, who had just left. CT and I sat in the same group of cubicles in a little offshoot of the office floor right before the elevator bank. We sat back to back, a little bit caddy-corner, and set apart from each other by about 2 meters.

Work was getting a little bit boring. Suddenly, CT said, "Well, I'm going to cut out early for lunch. And I'm going to be gone for a while. I'm going to take my kid out to do a few things."

I was a little struck by how CT could just up and leave for a few hours so brazenly on our first day. But I figured I'd head to lunch as well. I had a bunch of stuff on top of my desk, including some really beautiful, silver netbook. I began piling all the stuff into one of my desk drawers so I could lock it up. I figured that since there was nobody on the floor to watch my stuff while I was gone, it would be a good idea to lock it up.

CT may have waited for a second while I was locking stuff up. She didn't lock any of her stuff up. She may have gotten impatient with me for locking my stuff up. I may possibly have decided not to lock up my stuff after all, just because I felt like I was slowing CT down. CT and I may have gone to the elevator bank together.

CT was now gone. I was either down in or imagining some mall-like area on the ground floor or basement of this building. It was a long, white corridor with a clear roof letting in cold, grey light from outside. The roof may have been gridded with a wood frame. It felt quiet and lonely, even though there were people around. At some point there may have been a ramp downward that now reminds me of some of the sloping floors and corridors in Grand Central Station.

Dream #2

There was a princess who looked like a mix between Tilda Swinton in Orlando and Geoffrey Rush (???). I think that sometimes she looked really pretty and then other times the Geoffrey Rush face took over, and then other times it was really a mix of both. The Princess had rich, red hair. She wore a big, red dress with gold designs on it.

The princess was by herself in a small chamber. The chamber had medieval furnishings, like in a painting of a scholar's chamber. The princess stood before a red curtain with gold designs on it. The atmosphere was silent. The princess suddenly froze and listened. I couldn't hear anything, but apparently the princess heard a lot.

There was some sort of plot against the princess, probably against her life altogether. She was listening closely to people talking a few rooms away about this plot.

Now the princess was in a room with a young man. The young man wore green pants, a flowing, white shirt, and some kind of tan, leather vest. He had jaw-length, curly hair, a broad, tan face, and a goatee. He sat at a table while the princess spoke to him either about some situation in her kingdom or about the danger she personally was in.

Suddenly the princess stopped talking and bent her ear to another curtain (again red and gold) to listen to sounds that were completely inaudible to me. The man couldn't hear anything, either, but he seemed to understand that the woman was in danger, or at least serious about her feelings of being in danger.

Dream #3

I was walking through some kind of clean, suburban neighborhood, even though I was apparently in New York City. It was a bright, sunny day.

I was walking toward some park at which I would be running a volunteer event. I was walking into a neighborhood with which I wasn't familiar, and even though the neighborhood looked really clean and nice, I was still afraid of being caught here alone. I walked up a long, swelling hill with a wide road and sidewalk. I went under the cool, blue shade of some trees.

For a little while, I looked down at my shadow. I was thinking to myself about the event I was heading to. It was at a park I was unfamiliar with. But, at the same time, this unfamiliar park was a park I always hosted volunteer events in.

I had been planning not to do this event, as I was pretty sure I'd never be able to find the park. But then I "remembered" a conversation with the woman headed park events at my regular park. It was like the "memory" was happening in the present, as if she were speaking to my via a "memory phone." She told me that the park was where it always had been, so I shouldn't have any trouble finding it.

Realizing that the woman from the old park would be at the new park, I figured I would do the event after all. One of the few things, I thought, that had kept me from doing this particular event had been the fact that this woman would not be there. But now she would be there, so I would do the event.

(At this point I may have woken up. I lay in bed and began reasoning with myself that the woman being at the event wouldn't be a reason for me to stay on a project in waking life. I like the woman, but I often feel kind of thrown to the side by her.)

Dream #4

Somewhere in a city at night, there was a small group of vampires. Everything was colored a deep red-orange. One vampire was a really sexy, punky looking girl with short, blonde hair in a square style. She wore a black leather jacket and a tight shirt with thin, horizontal stripes. She began talking about fighting.

I was now on a subway train, going above ground. It was still a dim, red-orange night. Pulling into a station, the train paused in front of what looked like some kind of rooftop basketball court for a high school. I saw it through a chainlink fence.

There was another group of vampires. These vampires were all dressed like ultra-moe girls, in extremely colorful and cartoony lolita dresses. One vampire girl in particular wore a vivid, pink dress with a wide, sapphire-blue ribbon at the waist. Under her skirt was a petticoat (? is that what they're called?) with tons of pale-pink lace. She wore a broad-brimmed, pink had with a bow on it, and she had her blonde hair in chunky ringlets.

I think one moe vampire girl (not the girl who stood out to me) was going to have to fight all the other girls by herself. I couldn't tell whether this was training for the girl from her friends, or whether the girl was actually fighting all the other vampires as enemies.

The girl had a gigantic length of rebar in her arms. I kind of identified with her at this point. The girls charged at her. She may have taken some kind of fighting posture.

Suddenly I was in a bright, fluorescent-lit room that was full of people. The room was kind of big. It was in some kind of school or recreation center. The room was right next to a huge cafeteria, which was also full of people.

All around me were black, teenage boys. One boy to my left tapped my shoulder to get my attention, as if I had been in some kind of really deep reverie. I looked at the boy. He looked a little older than his age. His face was kind of stubbly. He wore a grey and black sweater. He looked lonely, sad, and kind of dull.

I now kind of had the memory of the woman from the park (from the previous dream) talking to me in the cafeteria and telling me that the volunteer event wasn't scheduled to start for a while, so I should feel free to wander around, and then walking away from me.

The boys all around me asked me if I was okay. I told them I was. Most of them headed away. But two guys stuck near me. One was definitely a boy. But the other was so tall and worn-out and old looking that I thought he must have been the other boy's father. This guy asked me what I was doing here.

I told him that I was here with a volunteer group, and that we were going to do some kind of art project with all the kids here. The other volunteers had apparently not arrived yet. The two guys seemed to think I was cool. They lost interest in me and walked away, maybe waving at me as they left.

I was now in some room that seemed to be getting set up for an art exhibition. The place seemed to be in complete dissaray, with packing materials everywhere. Some moving guys were putting paintings up on walls.

One painting was already up on the wall to my right. It looked a bit like Jackson Pollock's "Stenographic Figures," (?) except that it was humongous, maybe 4 meters tall and 1.5 meters wide.

The painter, a tall, young, white man with a head of really frizzy, brown hair, stood before the painting. A camera crew was filming the young man for a kind of Reading Rainboy-esque educational TV show. The painter had some kind of miniature model of his painting near him somewhere, and he was using it as a sort of queue.

The young man said something like, "I work on my paintings a lot by instinct. And now-- I have the instinct to put one last touch on my painting. Right... here."

The painter squiggled a yellow line in the lower left quadrant of the picture. It was near a place in the painting that somehow looked like white stairsteps. The yellow looked like upside-down stairsteps, in a way. The painter filled in the yellow a bit more, but left some of the space with just the line.

The painter now pointed out how the squiggly yellow line echoed a part of the painting really close to the bottom left corner of the painting, and that that was why he had put it there. That made sense to me. But something about it also seemed artificial and hypocritical. The man was performing for the TV, but he was also rehearsing for when the kids and volunteers came by. I thought, How much thought does this guy give his work, if he can just paint over it at whim whenever he's standing with a group in front of what's supposedly a finished product?

Nevertheless, I thought it was really cool to have seen this young man in person. He was pretty well known in some circles of the art world. For some reason I thought I would contact my brother and let him known I'd seen this guy.

I was now walking back into the cafeteria, which was just swarming with people. As I walked into the room, two women on roller skates passed me. One was a younger woman, maybe a schoolgirl. The other was probably older, maybe close to being old enough to be the girl's mom.

Both girls wore very small, moe-maid-style dresses. Passing me, the older woman bent over a lot, revealing her rear end to me. I was pretty sure that I saw that she was wearing diapers. She also seemed to be wearing a pair of dark purple panties over the diapers. I couldn't quite believe my eyes. I looked again, but the woman had already stood back up.

I walked through the huge crowd of people. As I did, I saw the rollerskate girls skating in the distance, past wide doorways on the cafeteria wall to my right. The younger girl may have been pushing the woman.

Dream #5

I was in a big, empty room like a dance studio with a big, wooden floor. The room was clean and full of pale, bright daylight.

In the center of the room a female interviewer sat in a chair. Before her, Sigmund Freud sat on a green (velvet?) sofa. He didn't recline on the sofa. He actually sat on its edge. The sofa was on a nice (oval?) rug. The interviewer's chair may possibly have been on the rug as well.

Freud looked like a mix between his young, strong self, and his older self. He was slimmer than his younger self, and his face had the older, wiser look. But he didn't look ravaged by cancer at all. Freud wore a nice, but kind of modern-looking, tan suit. The interviewer may have worn a feminine-looking, tan suit.

Freud sat with his hands folded between his legs. He began talking about life with cancer. He said that the worst part of cancer wasn't the cancer itself, or even having to lose parts of your body to cancer.

"The worst part," Freud said, "is all the stuff you have to go through to get rid of the cancer. And then, once you've gone through it all, you go along for a little while, and then you find out you have cancer again. You have to go through the process all over again."

Freud began listing off all the cancer therapy processes one had to go through. They sounded progressively worse, until finally said, "But maybe I should stop talking about this. It's getting too depressing."

(Side note, 1/22/11, 7:13 PM -- I just got back from watching two movies in Manhattan. One was the anime Evangelion 2.0. The other was an Indian film called Dhobi Ghat.

Both films are excellent. Evangelion is like a Bible to me, so I can't really comment impartially on that one. But Dhobi Ghat is freaking amazing, one of the few great movies I've seen in years.

One of the key moments in Dhobi Ghat involves an artist unpacking his paintings. Both the art style and the unpacking of paintings are very similar to the images from dream #4 above. In addition, the artist in my dream looked very much like the character Peace (?) in the film.

I believe that I kind of previewed the film images in my dream. I seem to have wacky precognitive moments like this occasionally. I guess everybody does. I wish they could be about something more useful. But even when they're pretty useless, like this, they're still fun.)

I have a feeling I went lucid last night, but I can't remember.
NON LUCID-WONDER
I listen to my album, Wonder. The song was called Save Me From Myself. Vividness: 4/5
NON LUCID-Fragments
Spongebob (the show) was on my iPod. Then something about a baby. That's related to it, because I was watching a movie on my iPod about it yesterday. It was sad, I remember that much. Vividness: 3.5/5

1 hour of sleep, no dreams recorded.

Fragments are all I have left of the whole, but still enough to tell a short story.

First fragment was my teeth. I don't remember if I've ever had a dream with teeth falling out, though it seems common in dream dictionaries. My teeth were coming out in bonded multiples, with blood and yet no pain. I could taste it though, reminded me of the unpleasant smell when filing fingernails.

Next fragment had far more detail. I don't remember who I was, may have been just along for the ride as that happens often. Sometimes a part of the person's consciousness, in varying degrees of course. This was a woman in a lawless time...could very well be Vietnam, though along the coast. Very warm water but muddy and stagnant. It was an estuary of sorts, ravaged by war and choked thick with jungle. Everybody traveled by shallow boats, no bigger than five people per dingy. It was a terrible time, so much that gender no longer played a role in daily life. It was past the typical genocide you see in Africa, as in past that event in the timeline.

Groups of soldiers with tattered and incomplete uniforms would patrol the rivers and coast with poorly maintained weapons in small, laughable boats that were no different than any other. The woman I was attached to in consciousness was a broker, making a living on dumping bodies up river. She was tired and numb to her beauty, though I was not. Dark hair, a bit curly, not entirely from this area. I don't remember seeing her eyes, though I would imagine them dull and empty reflections of her mind. It was survival and fear, tinged with a bit of hope.

She was the person to seek for discrete operations. Her boat was different. It was a huge buoy, something that may have been once used in the deep sea, modified heavily into a slow boat with the capacity to carry at least ten bodies.

I joined her just as she was starting the day. She lived in an industrial area, widely vacant and broken from constant war. It was part of a harbor of sorts, as the lower portion of this warehouse had some enclosed docks. To the side of the docks was an open area, fenced in with no view. This was the junkyard, a combination of fresh bodies and miscellaneous vehicles they arrived in. I'm not sure but I get the feeling they arrived without her assistance, anonymous almost.

She was the broker alright, but still retained some sort of anonymity. I don't remember the smell, perhaps because she no longer noticed it. As she came down from her living area, to which I know little more than it existing on the second floor of the warehouse, she walked to the junkyard to find her daily chore waiting. Indifference was her mood, not casual mind you, but a mind numb with casualties.
---break in the dream---
She loaded the buoy and set out into the sea, keeping close to the shoreline. As she slowly made her way towards the inlet of a river, her buoy caught on something. It was a common net trap of sorts, weighed down by makeshift anchors to hide just beneath the surface and entangle the propeller of a boat. The trap wasn't much of a concern to her, it was the soldier patrols that kept her on edge. She liked to keep her exposure to those dogs at a minimum distance. Her boat pulled free of the net trap begrudgingly and stopped short of the river mouth.
---break in the dream---
She had another boat, small, though I don't know where it came from. She also had some friends with her one woman and two dolphins. The dolphins were playful and didn't seem to even be bothered by the bodies. The two women made their way up a small muddy river and finally came to the supposed place where they had planned to dump the bodies.

Her friend (woman) was also not from this area, with blond hair that was unkempt from the horrid work they did. She had a lighter mood though, and much concern for her/me. As we were laboriously moving the bodies into the reeds a dolphin came up to me, a friend with no name. He/she chirped at me as the dull sound of a motor came from*upriver. I get the feeling it was a friendly warning, as ridiculous as it sounds. It was a patrol. Quickly I told the dolphin to submerge her/himself through a few facial expressions and a gentle tap between the fluke and the dome. The dolphin almost seemed to smile...(it made sense in the dream) and submerged, just as the patrol boat passed by. Soldiers did not like dolphins, and shot them on sight without hesitation. I don't know exactly what it was that we did but it drew no attention from the patrol and they soon disappeared down the river. [end]

There are more fragments, unrelated, but too personal to share.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Slept for a long time as usual, and ended up having more fragments than dreams.

23.30: Sleep

09.00: Fragments
*I'm playing CoD. I'm on a beach in some jungle country and there are wooden houses everywhere. There are several "support" classes to choose from and I choose one with a slim rocket launcher. I try to use it on a helicopter but it doesn't work. Walking down the street, I spot an enemy up ahead. I jump and crouch and fire off a few bursts. He dies and the game ends. I can see my kill in replay.

*I'm at my own appartment and Monica is there with me. I walk into the kitchen and look at some kind of calendar with sexy girls on it. I find a dildo looking thing, with a small hole in it. Apparently it's a thin plastic vagina.

09.00: Ice
I'm standing next to a frozen lake. An ambulance zooms across it and I'm afraid it's going to break through the ice. Long tracks are made in the snow and it makes it to the other side without falling through. I walk out on the ice and walk to the shore on the other side. A wave suddenly rips through the ice and I brace myself for the impact as a large chunk of ice heads towards me. There's a woman ontop and she's screaming. She hits the water but I don't. I drag her out of the water and tell her to take her clothes off. She thinks I'm a pervert and I have to tell her it's so that she won't freeze to death. I take my pants off and tell her to put them on instead. "What about you?" she asks me. "I didn't fall in, so I'm not wet, I'll be alright" I tell her.

09.17: Money and snowboarding
I'm in a small pool with another guy inside. There are two other people next to us in another pool and there is money everywhere in the water. The pools are slowly filling with water and it's like I'm in a big game of some kind. I grab all 100 bills I can find and after a minute or two, an alarm sounds. Game over. I compare my amount of money to the other people. My sister's ex boyfriend is there and he shows me a receipt of some kind. "I got snowboarding stuff" he tells me. I find a receipt myself and it's just on some candy. We walk down a road and talk for a while. Suddenly I notice that my pile of bills is very small.

"Oh shit, I must have dropped them" I say and head back. My friend Felix calls me and we talk for a while. I realise that he has no idea what I'm doing or where I am, but I just left him. "Are you some kind of doppelganger or what?" I ask him. I hang up and find some of my receipts. I head back and I spot people skiing. There's a big slope with different lifts. My friend G takes off in a motor driven lift, where you have to race uphill to catch the anchor. I don't feel like going on that one, so I strap on my snowboard and head down. I walk up to the two seated lift and Monica is suddenly next to me. We go on it and talk on the way up. "I dreamt this once" I tell her.

12.00: Pissed brother
I'm on my balcony with my brother just chilling. It's night out and my neighbours above are having a party. My brother gets pissed off at them and I try to calm him down. Some guys lean out of the balcony and talk to us. Martin keeps yelling and I tell them I'm sorry. "You've been doing great these past months" I tell them. "No partying and nothing, it's great, just don't party all night". A very fat guy starts talking. "Hey, what did you do yesterday? You started talking about your own computer problems when I was talking about mine, and you cut in line with hotdogs, what's up with that? It's like G when he's drunk, not OK dude, not OK" I remember being very drunk the other night and I apologize to him for being an ass.

12.00: Fragments
*Playing wow.

*I'm gambling on a machine and it's going good. I get some kind of bonusgame as always.

12.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 12 hours

Supplements before bed: 2 x Omega-3, 200 ml applejuice

That's it! Was kinda close to getting lucid, but I haven't put in any effort at all this week due to being sick. Have a minor cold atm and it's making me lazy. Oh well.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I am with T&K and J&J and we are talking about my mom's birthday. T is telling me things to write down, and I remember writing "spinach". Then I am talking to K in the driveway of the house I grew up in and she is getting little S out of a minivan. I'm putting together a plate of lettuce and it's all white and yellow. Back to another part of the dream, we are all sitting in T&K's kitchen with my mom and T predicts my mom saying "Is everyone feeling alright?" and then she says that... I am holding a keyboard but all the letters are kind of glazed over and can't be used.

...

At the bottom of the driveway of the house I lived in growing up, there's a crazy party going on. I see people parasailing and kitesurfing (even though there's no water).. I even see someone like "The Fan Man" from Florida. Then I am holding on to a spool of kite string and there's someone at the end of it, flying up in the air.. talk about extreme sports. I can't tell who it is but I know they are having a good time even though I'm freaking out about dropping them. I see in the air there are people hanging around like kites. I relax a little and start running with my kite spool and flying person.

22.01.2011

Most Emotional Dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

October was the last time I had a LD. I finally had another one. Although not exciting, it was touching.

1. I was at my house playing a video game for the playstation. The game was a shooter game, and there was some odd things about it. First of all, you had to pick two sets of two characters. Each character would give you a different skill, such as more bullets, different guns, etc. The second weird thing is that you don't actually use the characters you select. You use yourself as a character. The final weird thing is you only get like, 10 bullets per gun, and you have to find a gun... by killing an enemy. The levels were easy, and it led me to make a crazy decision.
I decided to buy a cat. I don't remember what it looked like because I don't believe I even saw it. I am assuming it probably looked like either Tiger or Boots. I had a canopener and I put some catfood in my dog's food bowl. My dog wanted the food, so I knew I couldn't feed my cat here! I did feel bad, however, that I ignored my dog. I did not want him to get sick!
I was at my grandpa's house and went upstairs. I put some catfood in the bowl, so now there was double the catfood! My cousin Kyle came into the room and said he had to use the bathroom. He went into the bathroom, so I decided to play the video game again.
This level of the video game felt lifelike, so I chose my characters, and began to play. It was in a desert area, and of course, I had a limited amount of bullets. I cleared most of the bad guys in the main area, but when I went to a door, enemies just poured out! I died. I decided to try this tactic again, but use another door. It also failed.
I was sitting on the bed without the game and I did a nose-pinch RC. I was able to breathe! I was happy I finally had a lucid after all of this time. I looked to my left, and I saw my grandma. I was in shock. (My grandma passed away years ago, and I never dreamt of her before.) She came up to me and said "I'm sorry that I came to your dreams last." I was trying not to cry, thinking I possibly my grandma's spirit came to me. I had so much to ask her. She sat down on the bed besides me, wearing the pink night gown she always wore, and said, "Remember, the Eagle Church has only one lane free of snow."
I woke up at my grandpa's house on the bed still. I quickly wrote down in my DJ the quote about Eagle Church, and I almost began to cry. I called my cousin, but he was still in the bathroom, so I decided to play the game some more. I cleared out the main area, but this time, I found a gun. I opened the door where the most enemies come out, and I tried to kill as many as I could. I cleared off about half of them, but I know I killed all of the robots. I jumped on a ledge, and they could not reach it. They walked down a ramp to get it, so I jumped off the ledge onto the main ground and ran through the door.
After going through the twisted, narrow, corridors, I came to a room filled with lava. I jumped on some Egyptianesque platforms, and a voice filled the room. It was some Evil God that was talking to me. He said that I was so skilled that he will now befriend me. A female ninja overheard this and was very angry.

2. I was at my house, with none other than my cousin Kyle. We were going to be looking for ghosts, so we split up. As I walked to my sister's room, I heard the sound of two axes hitting each other. I tried to ignore it as I went into her room. The room was actually clean. I turned on my LED flashlight, which revealed small, green dots on the carpet leading to the window. Maybe it was alien footprints, or maybe it was ectoplasm. I don't remember the rest of the investigation, but I told my sister what we found. She left the house, along with everyone else. I was scared to be alone with the ghosts, so I quickly went on the computer.

saturday the 22th of january 2011
So this night went pretty crappy regarding dreams. Still had no lucid dreams yet :/
Anywho i recall very few fragments from 2 dreams:

Dream fragment 1
i remember my danish teacher from school admitting he is a little hard on us sometimes and he will try to be more human and stuff like that.

Dream 2
I were having math on the school. Of some reason we were calculationg something with a orange juice box and we had to devide that by 4 and it would always give 1 - WTF?
It made no sense to me in the dream or IRL

I dreamed i had a group (on a site, i think it was Hyves, a dutch version of Twitter/facebook, the "stay in touch/meet friends sites)
My group was about Anime Fans.
I checked everyday how much member i had.
first 20, next day 19, and suddenly 15.
So i started to scream:" WHY DO PEOPLE LEAVE MY GROUP?! WHYYYYYYY!"
(i got really angry )

and then it ended.