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I normally don't post my dreams, but I feel like this one is worth it so enjoy.

19.10.2010

Trapped in a Dream (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm driving down Gay toward Shane's house and I suddenly realize I'm going the wrong way, so I pull into a driveway to turn around. When I pull into the driveway I get out of the car and start walking for some reason. I'm walking up Gay and its nighttime so I'm trying to steer clear of the road. Suddenly I have a brief moment of lucidity and I think "Why am I walking? Am I looking for my car?" So I start running up Gay scanning the edge of the road for anywhere I could've left my car when I'm again hit with a flash of lucidity "This is ridiculous, how could I end up in a situation like this," I think, "I must be dreaming." It's the only conclusion I can come up with although I still think its very unlikely. So I slap myself in the face a couple of times and "wake up" lying on my bed in my dorm room. I feel extremely tired and I can't open my eyes or move much at all. I think "I'm going to be late for Tech and Civ if I can't get up soon," but I still can't budge and am too tired to really care. Someone comes into the dorm and they come up to my door and open it. I hear a man's voice and two girls but I still can't open my eyes. They see me sleeping and a girl says "Oh, I'm sorry." and a man (apparently one of roomates) says "Sorry bro." I think I manage to mutter "it's fine" as they close the door. I can hear the TV on in the background and I think to myself "Ok, its really time to get up now." So I visualize myself getting out of bed and putting on my clothes but I still can't move. I start to panic a little bit and think that I'm deffinately going to be late for Tech and Civ. I'm still too tired to really care though and thought of just skipping it was crossing my mind. Suddenly I'm jolted awake for real and I'm laying on the bed in my dorm. I test my limbs and they move just fine. I look at the clock and see that only about ten minutes have passed since I fell asleep "that can't be right" I think. And it hits me that I must still be dreaming. I crawl out of bed and I'm not nearly as tired as I was in the dream and its a great relief. I check the door and see that it is still locked so no one must've come in. I flick the lights on and off to see if they work and they do so I realize I actually am awake. I start writing it all down then I check the clock and realize that I'm late for Tech and Civ.

10/19: I'm not sure why I'm thinking about something I dreamed about in 2001 and 2007, but like dreams I've had of James Lafferty before in 2007, it's left me cautious or unable to get a grasp on life the next day.

The last thing I remember before getting this dream the first time around in fall 2000 or spring 2001 was hearing this song being sung in a Jamaican accent at the end of a Steven Seagal film from 1990, Marked for Death. Then in this dream I see this country road with this fake board game on the floor that's based on the film Scream. I suddenly hear a young man screaming and wonder if it's someone in the van or is it the electronic game board. I wake up the next day (a Sunday), wondering who that was making that screaming sound.

The same dream happened around six years later after having an epic fail of a day in college (someone crying because someone wanted to do something and she wanted to do something else the day before, getting handed a loss in a game in class and the other team went nuts because my team lost, getting an unexpected friend request and group invitation on Facebook all in that order), my mind when I went to bed on February 15, 2007 wanted to make my bad day even worse. This time the screaming sound was different and sounded like the loudest scream heard in the Cruis'n games (the '90s arcade game series - USA, World and Exotica) from a male/female driver in traffic or a stalled computer-controlled opponent when you crash into them that sounds like a child (and the car you hit suddenly flips over or goes flying halfway across the screen if you went too fast). The dream made no sense a few scenes later and acted like the dream as explained above, except this time everything quieted down and I was in the passenger seat of what looked like a GMT800 (GMC Yukon), going for a ride down the country road again, and this time the driver resembled a young man in his 20s. I wake up at 5:30 am the next day, and all I could think of was someone I knew in high school and unable to get a leg up on life, and the next day in the computer lab, I go to Wikipedia and manage to put a name on the dream character, resembling Devon Sawa from films such as Casper and Final Destination (the first one). Maybe it was trying to tell me to get away from stressful situations?

10/19/10
Dr. B from college is with me. He is acting weird. At one point he is sitting behind me, and he keeps touching my waist and leg. I find it weird but don't try to stop him. My (real life) husband is with me, I think. Dr. B gives me a little packet of rolled-up notebook scraps, tied with twist-ties. He leaves. I open one of these scraps. It says something about love on it. I say to my husband, "He's in love with me." Husband says, "I know." We sort of shrug with a 'that's weird' sort of attitude. Later Dr. B is talking about a paper-writing competition that I should enter. I say I wouldn't know what to write about. He says I just need to build off this other paper I wrote about religion and culture.
I say that I've started composing a song (on the piano) for the competition to go with my submission. (The song is actually Mariage D'amour by Clayderman, which I learned to play a few weeks ago.) There are two pianos here. My mother is playing the full-size one. The other's keyboard is very short, maybe only 1 1/2 octaves. I wonder to myself if I will have enough room. I try it and determine I need the full-size piano. I ask my mom if I can play the song. She says yes. I sit down and start playing. I struggle. I don't quite remember the notes. Eventually I can play a little of the song. (I am playing without sheet music.) Dr. B is there now. I am hoping to impress him but he doesn't pay much attention to my playing. He is walking around me with cups and champagne (?) saying, "[She] has not yet agreed to marry me."

At one point I am saying to him that I'm not sure I've ever written a truly good paper. He responds with not-quite-reassurance.. something about how when he gets a whole class-full of papers something in them must be good.

There's another scene where I am with some women (friends?), describing my encounter with a blonde woman. This person was a religious fanatic. I was talking to her as research for my paper. This woman said something like "I hate all niggers and jews." And I asked her, "This is because of your religion?" And she says yes. I am acting out this exchange for my women friends and acting really obnoxious when I am playing the bigot woman. Dr. B says that I asked the right questions.

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Commentary:
I don't recall ever before having a dream in which I play piano. That's really interesting. (I've played piano since I was 7 years old.)

The Dr. B love stuff might just be day residue because I was reading about King Henry IV on Wikipedia last night, and he was a huge philanderer and had a zillion mistresses.

Interesting that my mom made an appearance too, and that she was playing piano. (She does play piano in real life.) All I saw was the back of her head, though. She had brown hair, not quite shoulder length. She has gray in her hair now, though, which was not in the dream.

I should post here more, but I don't. Eh.

Two nights ago I was in an instance in World of Warcraft. I *was* my character, which was pretty cool. There was some incessant doom about to take place; I think it was the seventh book of Harry Potter, because teachers were running around all over the place. In my dream, the seventh book hadn't come out yet, so I was excited to be part of it.

As we're running away from the doom, there's this long bridge with holes and cracks in it. I'm freaking out, but Bryon keeps pulling me along. When we get to the end, Bryon pulls us off (either that or he jumps and I follow him). I was freaking out, cause I knew we were gonna die - but we didn't. I looked around, and we were back on top of the bridge. Bryon said, "Because it's a DREAM!" We started walking back across the bridge, calmly this time. I started to realize it WAS a dream, and I tried to take in all I could. The colors were stony and looked like Northrend in WoW, but they were so vibrant and lifelike. I decided I didn't want the bridge to shake anymore and I didn't even realize it fixed itself.

When we got to the gates of the instance we had just left, I tried to read the words on the doors. I couldn't, of course, but I tried to "put the letters in order," and my brain told me they said, "Mana Tombs." I was like, that's not right, but whatever. So we went into the instance. It looked a lot like a dream I had recently where I saw an ex at the RenFest. McGonagall was standing on a step preaching about something; she had our quest. We got our quest, which was to retrieve something from a boss. I thought I knew the best way to do it. I play a rogue, and I was sneaking around trying to get by mobs, but Bryon plays a pally and wasn't so lucky. We had to fight some people until we came upon some old ladies to challenged us to an orgasm contest! XDD; We decided to do it, but in the middle of that, I woke up.

I remember being in class, and having to write an essay and read it. The teacher randomly selected people to read theirs after a few minutes, and I was going to read most of mine, and make up the rest on the fly.

Some chick had trouble reading for some reason, and had to grab some random thing to read. I wanted to read so bad, but it never happened.

Wel nothing xD
I was to exhausted yesterday so I couldn't recall anything.

Hours of sleep: 6.5h

Well I remembered a small part of a dream this morning, but it was just about work and isn't even worth documenting.

+1 point for today, but -3 points for not getting to a computer yesterday so,

-1

I've been waking up and feeling like I waited just a second too long and have barely forgotten all of my dreams but still have all the impressions from them. I'll probably remember actual scenes tonight, and at this rate I will be back to becoming lucid within the next 3 days or so.

I am in a ruined house. Part of its roof and planks from walls are missing. There are some of my friends with me. There are also vampires in the house, and they are after us. I pick up torch somewhere, possibly from the floor or from one of my friends. I think it was already lit. I pick up another, unlit torch (I remember this one was on the floor). I put the other torch on fire with the other torch. A vampire comes at me. I hit it with a torch (or throw the torch at it, but the result was that I got disarmed and had only the other torch remaining). There are more torches on the floor. I pick one up and try to put it aflame but it lights poorly. Soon my remaining torch goes out. I get driven to a corner by the vampires. I escape by melding to the wall. Soon I am at the other side of it. I decide to turn the vampires back to the light. I crawl to a gravestone. I read it and notice that it's my own grave. It says Mickey Mouse in it. I turn into the ghost of Mickey. Nearby me I see Black Pete. He is also a vampire. He sees me and thinks me dead. I decide to start from him. I ask him a question, a riddle actually. I can't remember it but I remember the answer was 'the mind'. I go round the corner. There, at the other side of the house, which is now a vampire church, is a Christian church with the congregation having a mass. I am in a form of a ghost so I know they can't see me. I join them to sing a chant, but I leave them soon and go back to Pete. I ask him if he has figured out the answer to the question. He says no. I tell him the answer. When he hears it, he objects. There is another vampire with him now. To show my point I summon a colourful vortex of some kind and throw him and his companion away and then pull them back. He tries to object more, saying their church is better than ours. I can't remember what I answered. I think I went into their church. I don't remember the rest of the dream well or then it ended.

So.. I had a really weird dream this morning.

I found myself driving our SUV. But I wasn't JUST driving the SUV. I was driving it.. BACKWARDS! And not just backwards in the regular sense, I was driving with my back to the drivers seat going forward, with these two long wooden pedals connected to the gas and the break. I also had a steering wheel! On top of that, I was on the phone with someone. Aren't I talented?

So I was driving along, talking on the cell phone, not paying attention, and I approach a stop sign with several cars. Well, I didnt have enough time to stop and not hit them, so I had to swerve into the other lane, and I ended up turning around the corner and parking there thinking "Oh shit. That was bad." Great thing was, I was RIGHT next to a police station. So they saw me. I waited there as two of them got in a squad car, drove one block, and pulled over right behind me. By the time they had come over I had put away my phone and gotten in my seat the right way.

"So, you know you were going 30 in a 25 mph zone, right?" "Sorry, wasn't looking at the speed. Isn't that legal though?" "I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S LEGAL, DON'T YOU TELL ME!". So then all of a sudden we ended up in an alley and then he let me go. So I drove home thinking I will never drive backwards and talk on my cell phone again.

A valuable lesson was learned today..

1. I'm part of Ganondorf's wedding party. The ceremony is to take place in a skyscraper, which we enter through a doorway labeled "Weddings for Demons." As we ride up the fully mirrored elevator, I take note of my dress. I'm in all black with a long coat, and pull out a magnum from a side pocket. Others on the elevator roll their eyes and tell me to put the damn gun away.

2. A bunch of college friends and I are in a zombie apocalypse theme park, almost like laser tag. We're gearing up for the first round, and the only improvised weapons we can find to use are musical instruments.

3. I'm racing RC cars with my friend Q. We're on a farm so there's plenty of space, and my RC motorcycle rips along the paths to take a strong lead. I soon miss a turn, however, and the vehicle ends up falling into a lake. A bunch of rednecks are swimming, and they start to throw the motorcycle deeper into the water and fry its electronics. I drop my controller in the water too and start to cry.

4. Someone has time-traveled back to make the Confederacy beat the Union, and I'm watching the ripple effects as they take place in the present day. Surprisingly, not much changes, but all the advertising signs become much more blatant and stereotypically Southern.

[BACKGROUND="#41739C"]*Dream 1 :: My LAN Party*[/BACKGROUND]

I am in my living room on the computer in the corner. The dining table which is usually against the wall is in the middle of the room with computers on it. (I think there are three.)

The computers are all being used but I don't recognize any of the people on the computers at this point. I just realize that I had finished playing a LAN game of Red Alert 2 with these

people. Then I recognize one of the people on the PCs as Niklas. He laughs (Discussing an amusing part of the game we had just played with someone), then I say "Hey, Niklas?". He

replies "Yeah?" and I say "Go on MSN." (Lol, WTF?)

I alt-tab from thegame to see the "Niklas has just signed in" alert at the bottom left hand side of my screen. I click on it to open his chat window and type "Hey."

I notice that my font is totally different from its' usual, and is black colored, which is unusual.

He replies "Hey." in the exact same font and color. I write "Want to talk?", then in my dream he actually speaks aloud "Yeah", but writes a few lines in MSN. Now his font has changed

again, and is orange. I didn't have time to read what he wrote, but I got the sense that it was evasive. I woke up as I tried to understand what he wrote.

[BACKGROUND="#41739C"]*Dream 2 :: My Beautiful Mind*[/BACKGROUND]

(This page is upside down in my journal, lol.)

I am speaking to a robot with an android like appearance, it tells me I nead to do some tests. I can't remember specifically what these tests were, other than they involved a large

circular platform and I flew a space ship. The last test involved two people (One male, one female) with fairly common sounding names. Jane and James, or something. Anyways, they

were sitting on the big circular platform in front of a large circular glass sliding wall... thing. I had to move the screen in such a way so that they could see themselves. However, then I

got an alert that the facility was under attack and I needed to go repair the robot I was talking to earlier, which I ignored.

I got back in my space ship and flew around a bit, then arrived back at the platform. The two people from my test got in. Then I flew to a little house in a forest type area and landed

it. Then I get a message at the top left that says I have successfully rescued the people. Then I get out, and all of a sudden I'm in third person looking at myself, but it isn't actually

me, it looks like a young Morgan Freeman, and I have two swords. (What the hell?)

I make my way towards the house and open the door. Then I am attacked by 5 or so people who I don't know. I defeat them with some ease, and notice a Twi'Lek from star wars

behind me. She talks with a guy in the house (Presumably the bad guy who attacked the robot facility thing). I can't recall anything they said, other than it was cryptic and at the end

the twi'lek said "I would have told you earlier, but there was fighting." Then she goes away, and all of a sudden there's a guy behind me, but I know he is friendly. He says "You're

going to let him get away with this?" I ignore him and walk away from the house to follow the Twi'Lek, but my "friend" says "You're just going to walk away and let him off?" and I say

"No.", pull out my swords and walk into the house. Now I'm in 1st person again. His house looks like one of those crazy alien conspiracy theorists' bedrooms. There's two computers

with creme CRT monitors. One is off but one has white text on a navy background. There's an external hard drive on the desk, and alot of floppy disks. There's a pack of CDs, the one

on the top says "EasyXP Install". I wonder if EasyXP is the same as Windows XP. Then I look at his screen, most of the text is small, white rectangles. I presume this is because it is

Encrypted (But it's probably because my brain didn't have time to write what it said.) I could only read a small amount of the text at the top, and I didn't really take it in, but I recall

words that sounded technical, stuff to do with the encryption technique. Then all of a sudden, the guy appears out of where I came in. He's wearing a white shirt with suspenders and

round glasses. I remember recognizing him from a movie, but I can't remember which. He doesn't seem surprised that I'm sneaking around in his ... place. Instead, he offers me and

my friend (Who has followed me in) a drink. We politely refuse, and I decide to snoop around his computer, looking for anything suspicious. I decide to check the Audit Logs, however I

cannot, and I get an error. I see an "unknown" drive partition, which confuses me and I confront the guy about it. He says something like "ah, that is because the drive 'hails from a

different frequency'", and I explain that isn't how hard drives work. Then he offers me another drink, this time I say Okay, and he asks what I would like, and I said orange juice, which

is odd, because I don't really like orange juice all that much in real life. I make a mental note not to drink the orange juice as it will probably be poisoned. He moves off into the

kitchen and returns with snacks, they are like little fruit pie things. I eat them, and they're actually quite tasty. Anyways, I turn my attention back to the computer, and think to myself

"He has a virus", for some strange reason. I am about to say this to him, but instead I decide to open a text file. I then try to discover a code by writing the capital letters as if they

were a word. I get through about 4 or 5 letters and they make the beginnings of a word, but I can't remember what it is, and at some point, I realize that I am dreaming for some

reason, however, I begin to lose dream stability, and by the team I've realized what has happened, it's too late and I'm awake. Which is annoying. D:


Later, I realize the guy from my dream looks like the guy from A Beautiful Mind, but with glasses. :/

Real life Dream Lucid Dream Sign
For me to remember, dreams are 067300, lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

Mechanical bottle dream
Something about this mechanical bottle that automatically opens and closes.

Family and the ring dream
Fragments. I remember staying in this awful hotel, which no one else recognized was awful. I couldn't even see to the bottom of the three foot pool, it was so dirty, yet my whole family, including my cousins and aunt, played in it. I made excuses not to, of course. I remember going to places. Sometimes it was stormy, but it was always dark. I had some important ring I couldn't lose for some event. ...And I lost it in the pool.

Lucidity: 7/10
Vividness: 6/10
Length: 20 Min.

I woke up and was looking at my bedroom door. I was completely lucid. And it was completely dark. Almost pitch black. Then someone came out of the shadows. It was a tall green cape with arms, legs, feet, etc. But NO head. That made me so scared. So while saying "no, no, no" a million times because I couldn't believe that I could have such a horrible nightmare.( I also tried to scream but nothing came out.) Got up. When I did I thought about it and he wasn't very scary. I imagined a piece of cloth on his head. And there was. Also that he had no means to hurt me. We shook hands and greeted each other. Then I was in a court yard and I was talking to some black guy. I can't remember what he said, but then someone else came in. Then we fought for some reason. While I was fighting I thought "wow, it's really dark here" and it was. It was creepy. For some reason I had a book or something and didn't want anyone to touch it. And of course he tried to touch it. Everyone did. By now I wanted to wake up, but decided I might be able to make it a better dream. So every once and a while someone would try to touch the book and I tried to stop them. Then someone did. I thought that the book would warp people to a different dimension. And it did. Then I went into that dimension. When I did I immediately looked around. I was on a long road. With weird things on the ceilings. And I was in a desert. Then someone said "look we already changed the store" or something like that, showing the store. Then it went back to my perspective. When it did I said "wow, this dream sucks" and stuff. Then I was on a field fighting over that damn book again. Sahara Winder fell over and looked hot. She was wearing sweat pants. So I went down to her and stuck my tongue up her ass. It didn't taste like anything and I didn't think about what was on it because I was dreaming. It felt exactly like one. The End.

★★★☆☆

Four hours of sleep, and suddenly this monstrosity comes along. It's fairly disjointed; I don't have a whole lot of time to play with it, so without further ado...

10/18/10



Harry Potter tries to mess with the fabric of reality, I have diabolical plans, and Dumbledore disapproves as usual.

"Just think about it," I tell her. "With this kind of breakthrough, we could completely alter the way humans perceive reality!"

Sophie looks up at me, skeptical, one hand keeping her place in the textbook. She's holding a pen in her other hand, and she taps it impatiently against her notebook. She pushes a few strands of short red hair out of her eyes, and says, "I know what happens when you try to play mad scientist, Harry."

We're sitting across from each other at a long wooden table. Sophie's studying - this is a library, after all. The interior is almost entirely decorated with red-stained wood, giving the impression of a highly modern, really big log cabin. With lots and lots of glass (and books). Sunlight streams in from the huge windows, and outside is a view of the forest, and the other school buildings in the clearing.



"Chaos, generally." I say, grinning. Some of the other students notice that I'm grinning, and quietly begin to edge away from us. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

skip

There's this thing I have to do on the computer. It's very important. I'm sitting outside on the green grass, trying to do this very important thing, when - hey, will you look at that? Dumbledore's on Skype!

Albus Dumbledore appears in a new window, looking very grave indeed. This is somewhat offset by all of the spinning and twirling metal gadgetry on his desk.

"Harry," says Dumbledore gravely, "I've received word of the research you've begun."

"Really?" I say, looking up from Minesweeper. "Brilliant, isn't it?"

He sighs. "Harry," he repeats, "This is not a road you cannot walk down unscathed. You'll be returning to Hogwarts."

"Um..." I say slowly, "No."

"By force, if necessary."

My computer pings.

"Did you just -" I say, looking at the screen, "Did you just track my location through my internet connection? You realize I'm on a different PLANET? How the hell does that even -"

But Dumbledore's appearing at the edge of the wards, walking into the school grounds the only way he can. I meet his eyes for just a moment, and I disapparate.

skip

Moving through Ixburg, and I'm running. I'm moving through a jobsite, people from my hometown who were, apparently, in direct competition with my family's business. By some sort of mutual agreement, they all ignore my presence, and I pass through completely unnoticed.

Back doors of the grocery store and I'm having a conversation with someone before I disappear again -

Narcissa Malfoy. We're standing in some anonymous hallway of a starship, looking out into the black.

"I don't disapprove of your cutting his influence out of your life," she's saying, "But I'm not convinced that making an enemy of Dumbledore will be conducive to your goals."

"There are greater forces at work here. He may get in my way," I say coldly, "But he can't stop me."

Narcissa nods once, sharply. "Very well. My family is at your service, as always."

I'm closing my eyes, casting my senses out into the nothing. Golden light is cutting through the darkness, pushing it away, burning.

"You need to leave," I tell my informant, and I'm hurtling out into the void of space, an ethereal being of energy and animal and just a sliver of humanity. And the burning, fierce presence is crying out, raising its wings.

Fawkes.

He's found me through Harry's holly wand, called by the phoenix feather within. I smile and pull another wand from my sleeve, one made of ebony. And as the phoenix is upon me, I call up the Void, and I meet the creature's light with an unfathomable darkness.

Boom.

(O'Neill: What the hell was that?)
(Carter: I don't know, sir, but it almost blew straight through our shields. We're lucky it wasn't closer.)

"Grab my arm." I tell Sophie. We apparate from planet to planet, trying to get Dumbledore off our trail. One, two, three, four, five. Hoth, Antarctica, Europa, Tartarus, Miranda.

I appear in the woodshop of the school in the clearing. There's another person in the room.

"Where is my daughter?" The woman asks.

I look around, but Sophie's nowhere to be seen.

Dumbledore.

skip

"Aurors and their locking spells," I mutter, pointing my ebony wand at the door. The lock clicks, and I open the door to the super-secret impenetrable Unspeakable Library. "Well, come on." I hiss at the nervous man behind me.

The two of us shuffle into the library and quietly barricade ourselves in one of the rooms. We're pretty sure that the information we need is here.

The man is flipping through a card catalogue, mumbling under his breath. I'm scanning the books on the shelf, but something seems out of place. I feel a presence. Thinking it's a guard, I make my way over to one of the closed doors and peer through the keyhole. I'm looking for the beam of a flashlight.

At first, I don't see anything. The hallway is white, and bare, and dark. I look through at a different angle, and

look directly into blood red eyes. There's no pupil, iris, sclera, it's all a murderous shade of red, and for a moment, I'm held captive by the gaze. I notice, peripherally, that she's a ghostly little girl in a tattered white dress and everything is bleeding into itself

She flickers, like a strobe light. In and out of existence, and suddenly, she's in the room with us

Harry is terrified, and I'm calm. The ghost is on us, tearing into our essence, and Harry is terrified but I know that there's no danger but I can feel his fear

Everything's going dark

And I wake up, disoriented, in a pitch black room.

Scare Factor: 4/10

Oh. It was a dream.

It made sense at the time?

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

19-10-10 I am lying in my bed, I have been tossing and turning for a good hour and a bit. I get a couple of hits of deep relaxing sensations in my body. The last thing I do (at least that is what I believe) is to slip out of my bed and lie down on the floor (FA). It seems like my normal floor, even has the exact amount of clothes that needs washing there. I take a quick one-eyed peak, why is my sub woofer over there? (I don't have a sub woofer). Ok I am close to something I try and look some more, but it seems to destabilise the environment. I lie still a bit more. I risk it all open both my eyes and stand up, somehow there is not enough stuff in the room, but it really does look like my room. Right even the curtains have been left in the exact position I left them in. I RC by seeing if I can withdraw them with my mind. They flicker and I doubt no more. I need light to stabilise this. I pull the curtains all the way to the sides, I touch and couple of edges on tables and rub my hands.

Although a bit firmer it still could do with a bit of solidness, the dream does grow a bit brighter and I fly through the glass without breaking it. Cool at least some of my control is coming back. I find a flat to peak into, there is a picture on the window frame of Buddha (sort of a pagan version, with red war paint across his eyes) The flat looks funky lot of nifty little stuff, good amount of light and a DC sitting by the sofa table. I assure him that I just need a bit of time to stabilise my dream and I consider telling him it is all just a dream, but decide against it. After a while I spot a flat with a lot of red/blue light coming out of the window, but as this fades away I just fly through the wall to the flat I was just at. It works, so more control coming back. I really pay attention to how it feels going through and although there is a distinct sensation of going through there is no resistance. Cool.

I fly through another set of walls and find myself in some sort of tunnels, these somehow transform into a real-time-strategy sort of landscape and I think to myself how come I can't produce a real mountain landscape. I try to visualise this, but nothing happens. The RTS landscape turn into a tunnel style scene again and I can see some light up ahead. I fly toward it and find a hole in the wall too small for me to pass through, but I am confident enough to just pop through the wall again. I exit a little while later on a scene hat could have been Berlin in the wake of being carpet bombed during WW2. All the building have no glass, are missing some of the corners and it looks amazingly real compared to the RTS landscape I just bitched about, nice, maybe I need to just not try as hard. I fly up and around, and seem to be going really slowly with a bit of a height limitation, so I decided to try and fly backwards and it works amazingly well increasing the detail of the scene around me. I get entangled in some electrical wiring hanging overhead, which I laugh about and quickly get out of. I wake up soon after.

Notes: It takes too much time to enter the dream (1 hour plus here). However I am unsure as to why my WILDs are so short. Do I disturb the sleep cycle by spending so much time awake and aware prior slipping into a dream again or is it a stabilisation issue? However I am pleased that my control seem to be coming back.

Oh and pardon the wall of text, but I am trying as much as possible to note every detail as my recall is a bit shaky atm