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The boy tried to put his body back together. The Elders took him apart in the ceremony, saying it would help stop the plague from spreading. Now he didn't know how to put it back together. The cuts looked clean when they removed his arms and legs. The thick black blood looked like it would work as glue to put him back together. If only the Elders would wake up. They would know what to do. But they had lain silent for days now, along with all the other adults.

The pounding of hooves shook the earth, and the boy hid, as he was taught to do. Strange men tore through the camp with torches and guns. They pulled the children out of hiding, separating them into two groups. They must have misinterpreted he boy's ceremonial dress and long braids as they threw him roughly in with the girl's group. They bound his hands and feet, and tethered him to a line with all the girls. They dragged him harshly from the blazing camp, yelling commands. He heard the guns, and turned to see the line of boys drop limply to the ground. The rope pulled him forward as he watched the strange men throw the small bodies into the fire to burn with the rest.

The woman had kind eyes, but looked defeated. She approached the boy last in line. She dipped her thumb into the small bowl of water, and roughly smeared the caked blood from his forehead. She made the shape of a cross, mumbling, "To cleanse you of your past, and be reborn anew..." She seemed shaken that he understood her, when he met her gaze, and replied in English, "Amen."

The men hauled the group of girls off to be washed. There was a commotion when they stripped the boy of his clothes for his turn, and realized their mistake. A large man seized him, and roughly dragged him towards the outskirts of the camp. The woman with kind eyes met them halfway. After much argument, the large man stormed off, and the boy was left alone with the woman. She bent down to look him over. "You are full of surprises. Here you are, a boy pretending to be a girl. Here I stand, a woman filling the duties normally reserved for men. It is a new world, indeed." Seeing clearly for the first time, the boy replied, "Like you, I have seen the future. This time, we can change it."

Wow. I had an unexpected lucid last night. It was hyper real. I don't know that I've ever been so lucid in such a stable dream. I was able to check the time before and after the dream, and I'm convinced it lasted over and hour and a half. I had to wake up super early yesterday to oversee a plumbing installation, so maybe I missed a REM cycle. Thank you REM rebound!

I was trying to fall back asleep after being woken up by my girlfriend jabbing on the phone with her mom in the middle of the night. Weirdo. I finally started to relax, and rolled onto my side. I immediately felt my body start to hum and vibrate. Shadows started to dance across the room, silhouetted in the light from the open doorway. I tried to tell my girlfriend what was happening, but could barely manage a slurred mumble through the paralysis. The shadows coalesced into a huge demon with horns that curled up to almost touch the ceiling. His body looked hulking and deformed as he advanced toward me through the darkness. When he was almost upon me, I picked up the telephone and yelled into the receiver, "I'm in sleep paralysis. Make me lucid. Make me lucid! I want to be lucid!."

Suddenly, I was standing in my lit bathroom, disoriented. Everything looked so clear and stable, I was surprised it was a dream. I leaned over the counter towards the mirror to inspect my reflection. Everything looked just as it should. My head was a little too large for my body, as if I was looking in a fun house mirror. I clasped my hands together in front of me, and flexed to push my shoulder blades out of my back. I felt them pop through the skin, freed from their confinement. I wiggled my shoulder blades, and watched in the mirror as they grew out horizontally into short white points. As they continued to grow, I shook them to unfurl the opalescent white feathers. I could feel the strength in my huge new wings as I gave them a little flap. It felt so natural. They draped all the way to the ground, like an angel. The room was too small for me to open them all the way. Instead, I turned to the side to admire the shiny pristine feathers in the mirror.

As I turned this way and that, I realized I could not see the doorway in the mirror. No matter how I changed my viewpoint, It remained hidden. I started to get a bit nervous, not knowing if someone was going to sneak up on me. As soon as I had this thought, I saw a heavyset man enter the room behind me. He stood next to me at the counter, and I looked at him reflected in the mirror. It felt a lot like being in a public bathroom, and watching someone walk up next to you to wash their hands. I said a few words to him, but something about his presence made me uncomfortable. I locked eyes with him, and commanded him, "Leave my bathroom right now, and instead, send in your hot sister." He grumbled in annoyance, but left. A few seconds later, a gorgeous blond woman entered. She had a real nasty attitude, which I found really attractive.

I followed her out the room, and down the hallway. She was stripping off her clothes slowly, one piece at a time, as I walked behind her. When she slipped off her skirt, I reached out with my soft feathered wing and slapped her on her naked rear teasingly. We came into a room with a pool table. All of the billiard balls were on the floor. The woman tried to show me how to play some game where you had to pop the balls back onto the table, and into the pockets. It was very complicated, and I wasn't interested. She made some vague promises of sexual rewards if I beat her in the game. I felt like this was a trap, and I knew she had already called the cops. I wanted to try out my new wings.

I looked out the window, and focused on creating a landscape to fly over. I tried to imagine a desert canyon like T.S. has photos of in her D.J. Instead, I managed to create a really bad, plastic looking 3D model of a mountain. It looked very fake, like a 3D landscape from the 1980s. As I struggled to make it more real, it started to move. The window I was looking through was now a camera, and the landscape was a terrible music video for Ronnie James Dio. I changed to channel to a TV crime drama set in a mansion. A Chinese man was trying to molest his young step daughter. Unknown to him, his wife accidentally witnessed the exchange, and turned him in to the police. I watched all this while hanging from the ceiling of the mansion. As the characters walked through the mansion, I had to swing around on the large tapestries that were hung from the high ceiling.

Next thing I remember, is being in an open air marketplace. I started to worry about being lucid for so long. I wanted to write down some of the conversations I had with the DCs, because I felt they had special meaning. I tried to wake myself up, but could not. The dream world was too stable. I was amazed at being able to read the signs, menus, and tags on all the booths. The words were very stable and unchanging. Several times, I looked down at my hands and body, amazed that everything was so perfect, even though I knew it was still a dream.

Looking at my hands reminded me of the DV task of the month. I was at the bottom of an outdoor flight of stairs, in a busy open air marketplace. I focused on my hands, and imagined what it would feel like to shoot fireworks from them. I imagined something like T.S. described, with fountains jetting out of my fingertips. Instead, I watched as my palms tore open painfully. I saw the tip of something shiny in the open wound, and realized it was a rocket. I flung my hand upwards to help dislodge the rocket. Blood splashed all over me from the grizzly gash in my palm, but I managed to fling the rocket free. It flipped up end over end into the air before I saw the back end of it ignite. It hesitated for a second, then shot up a few feet and burst into a cloud of brightly colored confetti. Not quite what I had in mind. I tried the other hand, which felt even more painful. It shot further than the first, and looked more like fireworks when it exploded high in the air. Unfortunately, as the sparks fell downward, they also turned into confetti. I knew I must look like an idiot to the people standing around watching. I felt like a bad street magician.

Now I was frustrated. I decided I had to make it dark, because I could not imagine what fireworks would look like in a daytime sky. The light slowly began to fade to dusk as I braced myself for another attempt. This time, I focused my attention to the tips of my fingers. I pointed my hands away from myself, and locked my vision on a place high in the sky. There was no pain this time, as a series of paper rockets blasted out of my fingertips rapid fire. I watched them as they disappeared into the distance. The sky had now settled to a dark indigo color. After a few seconds, the sky lit up to an impressive display of color. It looked like the end of a fireworks show, when they shoot off a ton of fireworks at once. The crowd cheered, and I was surprised by how amazing it looked. As the sparks settled, I noticed that they, too were turning into confetti. Not again!! I reached out to them with my consciousness, and all the millions of bits of confetti burst into fireworks of their own. The sky lit up with their brilliance, and I cheered along with the crowd.

A small man who looked like a Tarsier Monkey wearing white Buddhist robes approached me:

He excitedly asked me if I could read in this dream, too. I said that I could, and that I thought it was strange. He said it has always been his dream to visit the akashic records to research. He said he has been waiting for a dream where he could read before attempting. I shook his hand, and decided I better wake myself up to write this all down.

I woke up to my father yelling at me. He was angry that I had slept in. Apparently, we were supposed to pick up the blond pool-playing woman at the airport. We were really late. He made me look up her flight on Spirit Airways on the internet. Reading through the page, I was again amazed that I could read all the text. I knew it was a dream, but wanted to see where this was all going. I piled in my dad's car, and we sped off to the airport. He started driving like a total maniac. He was driving on the sides of the road, into oncoming traffic, and even on the sides of buildings. I was not afraid, because I was still hyper lucid. When we finally arrived at the airport, we had missed the flight. My dad was furious. I put my hand on his arm, and said, "Dad, don't worry. This has all been a dream." To prove it, I made him look at my right hand. I had 8 fingers all crammed onto my normal sized hand. He laughed as I waved my monstrous hand around, relieved that he did not forget our friend at the airport. I then told him to look at his own hand, because he was now lucid also. He had only two gigantic fingers, like a lobster claw.

We exited the car into a huge parking garage with ceilings so tall they disappeared into the darkness above. I wanted to go flying again, so I closed my eyes and imagined the 3D landscape I had created earlier. For a brief few seconds, I was flying over it. I could still feel myself standing in the parking garage, hearing the echoes of car doors slamming and horns beeping as their owners locked them remotely. I tried harder, feeling myself in both places at once. I felt something shift, and suddenly I was back in the outdoor marketplace.

I was at a stand with a man who was selling cacti. He explained that they were lucid cactus. If you distilled their nectar into a tea, you could become lucid whenever you wanted. My Tarsier Monkey friend approached us, still very excited. He said that he was finally able to complete his goal of reading 10,000 pages. I told him I was able to complete my goal also, of shooting fireworks out of my hand. We both thanked the cactus vendor for making us lucid.

I decided I really needed to wake up and record this before I forgot everything. I leaned forward, and smashed my face into the cactus. I felt the needles painfully puncture my cheeks and eyes. The eyes hurt especially bad, and I woke up.

This was a crazy long lucid. I actually got bored a couple times because the dream felt so real and lasted for so long. It's sort of a boring dream, but I'll post all the details anyways in case some of the themes tie into the message passing experiments.

A Message From the Beach
A new day spa opened down the street. Out back, they have a small cottage that they rent out as a bed and breakfast, and use for massages. Walking home with my coworker, we come across this cottage, and decide to see whats inside. The place is very empty feeling, and sparsely decorated. There are several life like dolls on display around the house like statues. They are robotic, and can move slightly to appear life like. One doll of a little girl can blink her eyes. The cat can wiggle it's tail. A sitting dog bobs his head up and down. In the back of the house, is a bedroom with a gigantic bed covered in lacy blue and white sheets. We lie down on the bed, and I doze off to sleep.

I am awakened by the sound of the front door closing. The owner of the house must be home. I'm going to be in big trouble. What am I even doing sleeping in this strange house? I hear a woman's voice speaking to my friend next to me in bed. She is yelling at my friend to get out of her house. My friend is shaking me and yelling at me to get up. We need to leave before this lady calls the police. I just woke up, and can't move. I think, "What a terrible time to be stuck in sleep paralysis." As this thought hits me, I realize sleep paralysis means a dream, and that this whole situation must be a dream. I still can not move, so I relax and try to fall asleep into a new dream.

I wake up, and am still in bed. I am terrified that I've been sleeping in this strange house. I get up, and walk to the bathroom. The room is a pale blue color, and there is a large brown haired Italian woman standing in front of the mirror. I am confused out of my mind! I try to apologize to her, and explain that I have no idea how I got here. As I explain waking up in bed unable to move, I remember that this is a dream. I look down at my hand, and see that I have only four fingers, and no thumb. I can still feel my thumb, and can wiggle it. It is just invisible for some reason.

I look back up at the woman, who is standing silently in the middle of the blue tile bathroom with a creepy grin on her face. I tell her, "Stay calm, this is a dream." She looks....wrong. Her eyes and her grin are growing more monstrous by the minute. Sort of like when you stare at yourself in the mirror for too long. I start to get frightened and creeped out. I say, out loud, "I am going to close this door, and when I open it, it will lead to the beach. This is how you teleport in a lucid dream." I close the bathroom door, tell her to shut her eyes, and then I open it. The door opens into a sandy beach. I have to lean into the door to push it open through the sand.

The beach looks like a cartoon. The colors are all too bright and plastic looking. It looks like the beach in Adam's long exposure photographs. I walk along the sand, and am amazed by how the water levels do not seem right. I think I am on a sand bar that is floating with the waves on the open ocean. I see other people on the beach. I walk by a young black man in his 20s or late teens. His casual, comfortable manner makes me think he is a native on this island. He is sitting on a low stone wall, calling out names. I continue walking past him, but soon hear him yell out my name. I stop dead in my tracks, and turn around. He is about 100 feet behind me, and staring right at me. I point at myself, and he silently mouths the word "Lucid?" I nod my head, yes. He waves over a group of girls who just got out of the ocean. The lead girl is an attractive Latina wearing a white tank top and jeans. He speaks with her briefly as I stand there watching like an idiot. The girl runs over to me, shakes my hand, and introduces herself.

She tells me that she knows me, and has a message for me. She tells me a story about a website that I apparently made. On this website, I posted baking recipes that I stole from her dreams. I get an image of a cake and some baked goods. We come to an outdoor restaurant in a train car. We sit down in a booth under a crystal chandelier, and continue talking. I ask her for more details (which I can't remember because this dream ended up being so long!). I have the feeling she is a police officer.

I decide I want to have more fun, so I spread my consciousness out to the train. I take control of the train as my robot body, and talk over the PA system. I say, "This is your new captain speaking, please fasten your seat belts. I am in complete control of the train!" I can feel the weight of the train cars as my arms and legs. I awkwardly stand up, and begin to climb a huge tree. I am heavy and clunky. As I grab branches with my train-car-hands, I snap them off. I want to reach the top of the canopy to see the sky, but the climb seems endless. Finally, I see some blue through the leaves above me. I look down, and realize I am hundreds of feet above the ground. I get vertigo for a second, and plummet towards the earth. I half fly, half fall, and crash into a city.

I climb out of the wreckage of my robot body, and walk the busy streets. I come across a toy store filled with imported Japanese toys and candy. I speak with the two owners of the shop, explaining to them how I got here, and the message I received on the beach.. They seem skeptical. I leave, with a few neat toys in hand.

Back on the street, I see a crowd of people gathered around the steps of a large white capitol building, or city hall. At first I think it is a group of street performers, and I reach for my wallet, fearing they will steal it out of my pocket (Damn Gypsies). It is missing, but I am not worried, because I still know it is a dream. I soon realize it is a crowd of people gathered around a dead body. There has been a murder, and they are closing off the street to track down the killer. I walk up to the police officer, and confess that I committed the crime. I explain, "This is my dream world, so if there was a murder, I must have committed it." I then create the memory in my mind, so I know exactly how it happened. The cop does not understand, so I show him. I lift my arms, and the dead body rises from his chalk outline. He seems disoriented for a second, confused at being raised from the dead. I don't give him time to figure it out. I reach in my belt, grab a pistol, and shoot him in the head. He dies again, and I say to the cop, "See, this is a dream, death does not mean anything. Everyone can leave. This is ridiculous."

I hear the Joy Division song in my head that the Killers recently covered, "In a room without a window, in the corner, I found truth..."

I return to the toy store, and find myself a new wallet. It is a bright turquoise rubber surfing wallet with a blue rubber shark on the front. I chat with the two owners again, trying to explain to them what it means to be lucid. I jump up on the counter, and run at the wall. I run right up the wall, and onto the ceiling. It is very confusing how my sense of up and down changes as I feel the gravity shift. I run along the ceiling tiles, yelling down to my new friends to join me. They laugh, now believing every word I have told them. I hop down, and one of the two men reaches behind the counter.

He brings out a sketchbook, and hands it to me. I recognize it as a sketchbook I had on one of my trips. I open it, and see page after page of pencil drawings done in a strange scribble style. I clearly remember drawing all of these amazing sketches while on an airplane. At the same time, I know these memories are fake. In the middle of the book, there are several pages ripped out. They are brightly colored sheets of construction paper that have shapes cut out of them. They have been ripped out of the spiral binding, leaving little bits of paper where the metal rings ripped through the sheet. I gather up these small pieces of paper in the palm of my hand. I think it is a huge waste to throw away all this good paper. I lift my closed fist to my face, open my hand, and blow the bits of colored paper into the air like confetti. They swirl around like a snow globe. I make the cloud of confetti grow denser and denser, swirling around me until I can feel the heaviness in the air. The air gets so thick with confetti, I can barely move.

Satisfied, I leave the store, and decide to go look for a book store. I am amazed by this sketchbook, and want to read some more books before I wake up. I then remember how long this dream has been, and I'm worried I will forget the important parts. I already can barely remember the message from the beach. So I wake myself up holding onto the image of the message - a stolen cake and baked goods.

Driving to work with my girlfriend, we pick up the guy I work with as a hitchhiker. We give him a hard time in the car, making fun of his Capricorn tattoo. It looks like a zebra with an elephant's ass. There is a huge smiley face on the elephant's ass. He talks about how it got infected and took forever to heal. He got a coupon for it at Baskin Robbins

We reach our destination, at a large department store. It is a dreaming store, and I am curious to see what they consider dreaming merchandise. I'm excited to see a whole department dedicated to lucid dreaming. This excitement soon turns to disdain, as I see that they only carry burgundy and brown old-man-sweaters. There are rows and rows of shelves with nothing but folded up sweaters. There are racks of these sweaters on hangers. I look at a few of them, and realize they are all the exact same sweater, with minor differences. Each one has a map of the United States printed on it in white puffy paint. One state on the map is filled in pure white, with the rest only outlined. Below the map is the phrase "Lucid in Texas!" or "Lucid in Nebraska" depending on which state is highlighted. I am mad that this is the best they can do for their lucid section. I think, "I hope this shit glows in the dark, at least!"

I visit the watch and jewelery counter, and see some neat trinkets. Most of the jewelery is new-age type stuff with crystal rings, amber, and zodiac charms. I am fascinated by a few old fashioned brass clockwork devices like sextants, mechanical astrolabes, and watches. I see one that is marked for lucid dreaming. It looks like an intricately carved brass globe, made of several sections that interlock but are still able to rotate and move. Attached to the front of it, is a metronome pendulum. There are prongs coming off the top of the globe. You can somehow use it to time your sleep cycles and alert you when you are entering REM sleep. It has an ancient, one of a kind, feel to it, and I really want to buy it.

DV Member Tragedy:

I am hiking along a swampy looking lakeside. It is raining, and the ground is treacherous and slippery. I am trying to catch up to Ninja and Two Shadows ahead. They round a corner, and jump down to the trail below. Suddenly, the whole hillside collapses in a mudslide, and I see them tumble into the lake. The landslide brings down trees and mud, and I know they are trapped under the water. I jump in to try and rescue them. I pull Ninja out right away, but T.S. is trapped somewhere under the debris. We dig out endless amounts of broken tree branches and bamboo, but she is nowhere to be found. I am horrified that she has been underwater so long. Even if we do find her, there is no way she will have survived this long. I call to ninja, in a panic, asking him if he knows CPR

For the past month or two, I've been trying to explore sex more in lucid dreams. Something I've never really been into until recently. Just in case you're wondering why all my dreams have been perv city, lately

I became lucid while having sex with my girlfriend. I didn't want to stop, but I didn't want to waste the dream either. My lucidity made her start to seem mechanical and unreal. My lucid DCs are normally pretty creepy and unsexy. Instead of stopping, I moved my consciousness into her body to experience it from her point of view. This didn't work out like I had planned. I found myself in her body, but when I looked back at myself, I saw that my old body had also turned into her. Now I was in my girlfriend's body, but still having sex with ... my girlfriend. It was weird, but still pretty enjoyable. We tried a few things, some I liked and some I did not. I ended up having to stop when she started using some sort of pump inflated sex toy on me. It was just too strange in a painful way. I decided to leave, and realized that I was in the parking lot at my office building. I felt embarrassed for a second, having weird hermaphrodite clone sex in a parking lot. I paused to think of something else to do.

As soon as I remembered the TV task of the month, I spontaneously found myself watching one of those crazy Japanese gladiator obstacle course shows. There was a team of men and women, dressed in skin tight orange/yellow swirled body suits, trying to tackle some challenge on a horizontal bar. The men were hanging from either end of the bar by their hands, and had their feet held out horizontally and locked together at the ankles. Each of the women then had to climb through the square formed by their bodies and the bar. They were having a hard time, laughing hysterically at getting tangled into a huge mess. The announcer was speaking in Japanese, obviously making jokes. There were wacky sound effects and a laugh track playing.

My girlfriend and I were watching this on an old school wood cabinet television. My girlfriend reached right through the TV screen, and lifted up one of the girl's bikini tops. I realized that the people were actually wearing bikinis and speedos, but had their skin painted in acrylic body paint. I reached in the TV screen also, and started playing with one of the girl's breasts while my girlfriend played with the other. It was as if we had stopped time in the show. Everyone else was frozen like mannequins. The Japanese girl was getting real into it, and she and my girlfriend started making out. I was still fondling her pretty obscenely, and at some point I realized she had three nipples. It was like her left breast had another smaller breast growing off of it. It was hard to tell through the body paint. Weird.

I got a little weirded out by her mutated triple breast, and suddenly smelled something burning. I turned away from the TV, and found myself in the kitchen of my mother's old house. The TV was on the counter, still showing the scene with my girlfriend and the Japanese girl. There was a tray of food under the broiler that smelled like it was burning. I quickly opened the oven, and slid out a tray of really thick bacon with sliced zucchini and squash. I thought it was stupid to cook this all together, because the bacon was going to be undercooked while the squash would burn. I used my fingers to flip each piece of food over individually. I was surprised that I could feel my fingers burning even though it was a dream.

I slid the tray back in the oven, and turned around. I was startled by the one of the orange painted contestants from the show now standing in the corner of the kitchen. I started making out with her, but woke up before I got too far.

I may have been a prisoner, held underground against my will, but I was determined to make the most of it. There was a lot that could be learned from these people. The Accident forced them underground, away from the rest of society, but their isolation brought them together as a community. No outsider had ever been allowed into their secret world, and I felt honored to be among them, even if it was as their prisoner.

My first cellmate was a brilliant man. His mutation caused his brain to grow to tremendous size, until it was bursting out of his skull. With it came an intellect that caused him to be dangerous to the community. They locked him up, not knowing what to do with him. Unfortunately, they never had a chance to decide. The sirens started wailing, the earth trembled, and the ceiling of our cell exploded inward. I struggled to free myself from the rubble, and saw the creature attack my cellmate. It looked human until it opened it's horrible mutated mouth. The last thing I saw before I blacked out, was the monster tearing open my cellmate's head, and devoured his huge brain in one bite.

I came to, and crawled to the bloodied body of my cell mate. Surprisingly, he was still alive. He told me that his brain stem was also huge, so he could survive a while longer without the rest of his brain. He knew my secret. That the accident had mutated me into a Researcher, and he knew the true reason I was here. He gave me one final gift, and described what it was like to have his brain eaten. He said the monster drilled into his head with a spinning tooth, and floated his brain out like a fish in an aquarium suspended from the ceiling. I filed the story away in my DNA, and relaxed into a convulsion fit as I felt it change me.

I awoke in a room that looked like an indoor jungle. The canopy of hanging vines rustled, and I knew I was not alone. I moved to the door slowly and carefully. I did not want to draw the attention of whatever lived in the mess of vines and moss hanging from the ceiling. I reached for the cell door, knowing I was too late. The first creature leaped out of the canopy to cling to the wall just above the door. It was a green insect the size of a large dog. It had the head of a preying mantis, and the body of a raptor. Its exoskeleton crackled as it creeped along the wall, and I could see it's oozing green skin pulsing beneath the bony frame. It moved with surprising speed, and leaped towards my face. I reacted instinctually. I grabbed it by it's slimy insect head, and squeezed until I felt it's skull give way with a satisfying pop. More of the creatures surrounded me, and I fought them off with ease.

As I stood amongst the corpses, I knew my secret was out. I relaxed to let the insects' DNA enter mine, and wondered what the underground would do with me. The community would no longer be content holding me prisoner. They must have thought I was a spy from the surface, and put me in this cage to be eaten by the giant insects. Now they knew that I was not a human, but a mutant like them. It had been decades since the accident, and no one had been banished since the Cleansing. The damage had been more extensive than we imagined, and I was a sign that new mutations were starting to appear in the general population.

When I woke from my change, I was strapped to a gurney, propped upright in a lab. A team of white coated scientists were gathered in one corner of the room. One of them approached, and shined a bright light in my eye. My DNA responded, and my eye twisted into a reptile's and swelled to a monstrous size. The rest of my head followed, as my head stretched and scales sprouted from my skin. As my arms and legs grew, my leather bindings tore open like paper. Immediately, a high pitched siren exploded in my ears. It scrambled my brain. I started shape shifting uncontrollably. I flashed through several animals, before getting stuck as a baboon. I jumped towards the wall to escape, and melted right through the bricks.

I fell intoa lab filled with computer parts. A bald cyborg in a wheelchair was being pushed by a woman who I knew to be the leader of the underground people. She lifted the old cyborg man out of the chair, and into a new more powerful body. As soon as he took control of his new robot body, he went haywire. The sirens started blaring again. He started throwing lightning from his robot hands. Each bolt of lightning struck a mannequin and brought it to life. In seconds, he had an army of robot mannequins. They were stupid, but under his control. I knew I had to help stop him. I climbed into his discarded wheelchair, and felt myself shift. I could now control one mannequin at a time. I used my new subtle control to sabotage his army. They turned on him, and ripped him to robot pieces.

The queen of the underground people thanked me. She was impressed by my abilities. She had a partner who was painted green like the Incredible Hulk. She told me that if I could defeat him in one on one combat, I could join her team on a mission to invade the surface world. We began grappling, and I soon realized that the green man was no match for me. He was skinny, with painted on muscles. I pretended like he was stronger than he was, and faked the fight. I wanted to fit in, and didn't want to hurt his feelings. After a good show, I grabbed him with one hand and threw him easily through the brick wall.

I was introduced to my team, and we left for the surface. We exited through a hatch to the crowds of the sunny surface world. A group of people in green surrounded us, and started organizing into formation. We knew they were about to attack. As they circled, a member of my team rushed one of them. As he ran, I heard his gears grinding, and hydraulics hissing. I could see his mechanical frame moving beneath his false skin. He pulled a huge club from beneath his clothes, and hit one of the green shirted women directly in the chest. She collapsed, and her friends gathered around her to help. I now recognized them as a group of street performers and acrobats. I knew the leader from my old life on the surface.

The leader of the troop approached me in peace. He knelt down in the sand, and I leaned to see what he was doing. With his finger, he drew the outline of a door in the sand. He then pulled a key from his pocket, and inserted it into the sand. When he turned the key, the door opened like the entrance to a vault. Within the vault, was the explanation to the trick. There was a small air cannon buried in the ground that was set to blast out a puff of air to blow away the sand when the key was near.

I am relaxing with friends at an outdoor bar. We are facing a raised stage that doubles as a counter for the bartender. A band is playing, and people are milling around and dancing. I see a young Asian woman sitting with friends at a nearby table. The way she is looking at me creeps me out. She does not look familiar, but I recognize the look she is shooting me. Where do I know that look from?

The woman and her friends come and sit at our table. The Asian woman sits down between me and my friend. There is not enough room for her, and she has to sqeeze between us. She doesn't say a word, even when my friend tries to talk to her. He makes a joke about her just wanting free drinks from us guys. I playfully pull out a two dollar bill and put it on the table in front of her as part of the joke. She reaches over to me, and grabs my forearm. I am a little uncomfortable, because she still has not said a word. She is giving off this creepy vibe that feels so familiar. Her hand starts to wander, and soon it is in my lap. She starts grabbing me through my pants, and it is very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, I realize that she is a dream character. I pull away from her, and stand up, lucid. I look at her eyes, and there is something wrong with them. They look like an animal's eyes, or a mannequin. I feel much more calm now that I realize this is all a dream. I thank the woman for helping me become lucid, and no longer feel creeped out.

I look around myself, letting the lucidity wash over me. What a great party to be lucid at! A redheaded woman is leading a band, playing upbeat songs. There are tons of good looking girls and guys on the dance floor, and at the outdoor tables. I realize it is very similar to the wedding I was just at last week. I start dancing with some friends, and it feels really good. I am a much better dancer than in real life.

I get a perverted idea, and climb up on the table. I yell, "Everyone, listen up! Time to get Naked!! Girls on the left, Guys on the right! Chop chop people, its Naked Time!" Everyone starts undressing as the band plays. I only let people back on the dance floor when they have removed some clothing. The whole scene doesn't feel sexual at all. It is more of a fun joke. A story I want to tell people later.

I grab my girlfriend, and we keep dancing. I tell her that she and I are the only ones who don't have to get naked. People's clothes keep reappearing, and we have to keep walking around reminding them to take them off. There is a big mess somewhere in the middle of the dance floor where I joke with a couple about their body piercings and tattoos, and we compare the work we've had done. It escalates into a sexual situation, but we don't get far before I decide there is more fun to be had.

I jump up on the stage and yell, "Stop the music!" The record squeals comically, and everyone stops dancing like a bad movie. I turn to the band leader, and whisper to her , "Back to the Future, Baby!" She starts to argue, not knowing what that means. Instead of explaining, I then turn to the crowd, and say into the mic, "Next up, Karaoke."

My girlfriend climbs up on the stage, and starts to sing, "Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News." I jump back into the crowd, and continue dancing. I work the floor with a few windmills, then pop up on the table to do some head spins. I end up doing a hand stand between two tables, with one hand on either table. I then do a handstand push-up that launches me into the air. As my girlfriend belts it out on the mic, I float around the dance floor hovering in mid air, doing the worm and feeling pretty cool.

I wake up, back in bed. I head to the bathroom, and look at myself in the mirror. I look at my teeth, and notice a chip taken out of the front one. I think I must have done it at that great naked karaoke party last night. As I am thinking about the huge dentis bill, I see that all my teeth are transparent, like cheap plastic. I worry for a second, then remember, "Wait, that party was a lucid dream. This must be one too!" I wake up for real, back in bed.

I keep my eyes closed, and reenter the dream. I imagine the feeling of rubbing my hands together while looking at them. It works for a second, and I hear the music start up again. I then slip back awake. I try again, this time imagining rolling side to side. This works even better. I get a good rhythm going, and roll right off the bed and into a midair barrel roll. I throw my arms out to stop the roll, and find myself flying above a huge 2D map.

It looks like a map you would see on a GPS display. I fly down lower, and watch the view change to a street view, like a Google Map. I land in a busy city street, where my girlfriend and my friend Jen are talking. They are discussing what movie they want to see. I refuse to see a movie, saying, "Its my dream, and I don't want to waste it with a movie." Jen agrees, saying she has already seen the movie three times. She explains it is a film about Italian immigrints called Mama Mia. She then sings the annoying and catching stereotypically Italian song, "Mama mia, mama mia." She talks about how much she hates that movie, and hates the song even more. I agree that it is an annoying song.

My girlfriend decides that if we're not going to see the movie, she wants to get some Italian food. I refuse, still wanting to do something fun in my dream. She then pushes me down on the ground, and sits on me. She grows into an enormous fat man with curly hair. She looks like the fat guy from the TV show Lost. I start making fun of her saying, "You still want some food, fatty fatts a lot?" I then start singing the "Mama mia" song again, and reach up to pull her/him close to me. I wrap my arms around her lovingly and whisper in her ear, "Jen is going to hate this..."

Going Insane
I was jogging through the Oakland hills, trying to find my friend's house. I had just memories of a crazy synchronistic event involving a chain of coincidences with myself, the mayor, my realator, and one of the biggest land owners in the area. I felt like it was too impossible to be real (It was based on actual events to some degree). I was trying to remember it, because I knew it would make an awesome short story. As I was thinking about it, I ran by a girl getting out of a taxi wearing only a bikini. She looked at me strangely, and I realized she was a forgotten friend from college. I gave her a hug, and she told me she was in her bikini as a part of a feminist self confidence program.

I started to tell her the incredible story. Halfway through, I lost track of the details. I was confused, and the memory was slipping away like a dream. My friend was in a hurry, and her bus had arrived. I felt embarrassed that my story didn't make sense. I couldn't put my words or memories together. She must have thought I was an idiot. I told her I would catch up with her tomorrow, when I was feeling more myself.

She got on the bus, and I continued on my jog. I was scared now. It was night, and I was completely lost. I couldn't figure out my memories, my sense of direction, or why I was even running in the first place. I started to panic, and stopped into a nearby storefront that had a group of people meeting inside. I wanted to ask directions.

I interrupted a presentation by an older woman. She was handing out papers for some sort of survey or exam. I started to tell her about the synchronistic coincidence story, and asked her if it made sense. I wanted her to tell me I wasn't crazy. She couldn't help me, so I left. As soon as I walked out the door, I realized something wasn't right. I knew this must be a dream. I walked back into the meeting, stood in front of the class, and told everyone, "Stop! Something is wrong. I think this is a dream." I stooped down under the table, and waved my hand through the table legs. People were watching me like I was insane. I then stood up, and told everyone, "Do what I do. The world is not as stable as it seems. Place your fingertips under the table, and lift up as hard as you can." I followed my own instructions, and my hands squished right through the wood tabletop. It was like it was made of putty.

Now people started to believe me. Suddenly, instead of a group of people, it was a chat room with a group of avatars. One person started lecturing about lucid dreaming, saying, "Lucid dreaming is well understood. It can be cured through meditation and hard work." I couldn't understand why he thought it was a disease.

I realized his voice sounded strange. He was made up of multiple celebrity sound bites, like one of those joke sound boards you use for prank calls. I started to realize he was not real. His avatar started to animate like a flash movie. It grew to the size of the whole screen, and a psychedelic beatles song started playing "Making it happen...Making it happen..." A trippy 60s style music video started playing. It reminded me of Mumbleboy (http://mumbleboy.com/ )mixed with Sargent Pepper.

I thought to myself, "Oh no, he has hacked the chat. I better go tell a moderator before this gets out of hand."

Shopping Cart Destruction
I was measuring a huge half built communal house. I was alone, but on my cell phone with a guy from work, and the contractor. There was a video of the house on a small television. It was a view from the rooftop. I realized the house was huge, and it would take me weeks to measure. I saw one of the guys on the roof pick up a shopping cart, and drop kick it. He kicked it incredibly hard and far. It smashed into a tower, and knocked the roof right off. I thought to myself, "Great, now I have to detail a new roof plan for that tower. Ass hole!"

Something is Wrong
I left the room, and found myself outside on the driveway of my mother's house. It was night time and I could barely see. I was scared. Something was not right. There was a creature on the front lawn. I approached it, thinking "There's no such thing as monsters." I felt like a child, scared of the dark in their own bedroom. I realized the creature was my winter coat balled up on the front lawn. It scared me that it would be on the lawn. Why would my stuff be here? My mother didn't even live in this house anymore. I picked it up, and decided I wanted to go home. Something was very creepy and wrong. I realized that I was locked out of the house, with my car locked inside the garage.

I was panicked. I had to get my car. I leaned against the garage door, and started to press my hands through the cold metal. I stopped halfway through. "Wait a minute. First, I had better do a RC to make sure this is a dream." I pulled my hands back through the door, and looked down at them. In the darkness, I counted six fingers. "Six fingers. Shit! This isn't just a dream, it is a lucid dream!" I hopped into the air, hovered for a second, and then took off into the sky.

Just then, my girlfriend rolled over and woke me up!

The Auction House
I was at an auction at Sotheby's. I was supposed to be meeting my friend who works there, to help me buy a piece of artwork. I wanted it so bad, I dropped everything, and flew all the way to New York to bid on it. The place looked like a giant mall. I couldn't find my friend, and soon figured out that the place was closed due to rains. I thought to myself, "Next time they have an event like this, they should spring for a live band. That way, people can still hang out in this great building, even if the auction is closed. What a wasted trip for me."

The place was abandoned. I was looking for a secret passage to the art department. I passed by an overpriced specialty foods delicatessen type store, and a bakery with great looking cakes. I got lost in the antiques department, in an endless maze of vases, furniture, and other old lady stuff. I couldn't find my way out, and soon realized I must be dreaming. I still felt frustrated and angry, and started smashing all the priceless antiques. Someone called the cops, and they had me surrounded. The hostage negotiator put my parents on the megaphone. They were yelling at me for being so reckless and childish.

I knew it was a dream, so I escaped the mall, and flew out to where all the cop cars, swat team, and hostage negotiators were parked. I flew above everyone's heads yelling, "This is a dream, Fuckers!" I laughed hysterically, while showering them with smashed priceless vases and sculptures. They were all running around like idiots, not knowing if they should catch the art pieces, or dodge them as they came tumbling out of the sky at deadly speeds.

The last thing I remember is seeing my mom and dad in the middle of a ring of police cars, shaking their heads disapprovingly.

I was trying to order food at a crowded taco counter. The line was out the door, and every table was full. Behind me in line, were two creepy kids. They looked to be brother and sister, probably twins. They had light blond hair, and pale blue eyes. They wore matching clothes, and matching bowl haircuts. They looked very alien, and kept staring at me in a strange way. I was glad to get away from them and order some food.

The woman making my burrito kept messing up my order. I had to yell over the crowd to tell her what I wanted, like at a crowded bar. I eventually gave up, and just let her give me whatever she wanted. She is the burrito professional, after all.

I had the strange feeling that someone was watching me. I grabbed my plate of food, found a seat, and looked back over my shoulder. Sitting in the corner, was a woman who looked a lot like my High School French teacher. She shot me a look of recognition, so I waved tentatively, not knowing if it really was my old teacher. I started eating my burrito, looked back again, and saw she was still staring at me. I decided it must be her, so I went over to say hi.

I gave her a hug, sat down, and looked across the table at her. It definitely was not my old teacher. She looked frail and old, but her skin had a spooky ageless quality. She had the same blond bowl cut hair and light eyes as the twins behind me in line. I felt like I knew her from somewhere, maybe a party years ago. She spoke in a thick English accent, and a man at the table next to us kept talking loudly and laughing in an annoying way. I could barely her her over the racket, and was having a hard time understanding her. I was in a hurry to get back to my meal before someone stole my seat.

Finally I realized she was asking about my dreams. She said something along the lines of, "Have you had any twist dreams lately?" I thought she must be talking about lucid dreams. I couldn't talk to her because the aggravating man at the table next to us kept laughing in an obnoxious way. He was listening in on our conversation, and laughing just to interrupt us.

I answered her question, "I have a lot of lucid dreams like this one. Let me show you." I locked my gaze on her eyes, while reaching to my right. Blue energy arced from my palm to the obnoxious man next to me. He screamed as I floated him into the air, and pulled the life force from his body in a flash of blue smoke and lightning. Everyone in the restaurant screamed as he convulsed, and then collapsed back into his seat. I caught him by the back of his neck, lifted him up, and slammed him down on our table. I did all this without removing my gaze from this woman's eyes. People started fleeing from the building. I stood up, placed both my hands on the man's chest, and then blew him to pieces. He dissolved into a cloud of fireflies, like glowing embers from a fire.

I looked down at my hands to stabilize the dream. I kept them in my field of vision while I rubbed them together. I calmly walked out of the restaurant as the crowds of people trampled each other to escape. I felt the dream fading, so I yelled "Stabilize" and "Clarity". It worked, and the dream snapped into sharp focus. I stood out on a lawn in front of the restaurant, and counted my fingers. My hands looked totally normal, but I somehow had six fingers on each hand. I kept counting to try and figure out which finger was the extra one. They all looked like they belonged.

I stood under the shade of huge oak trees, at the edge of an expansive lawn. The bright sunlight was filtering through the trees, making sharp shadows on the grass. There was a playground in the distance. I was amazed by the clarity of my vision. It was so sharp, I could see the strands of light that my vision was built on. It was like seeing the pixels in an image, or the brush strokes in a painting.

I wanted to feel the sunlight on my skin, so I started walking out of the shade. I was walking very slowly and calmly, but each step was a little jump. I would step up with a short hop, float five or ten feet, and land. It was almost like walking on a trampoline.

Before I reached the edge of the shade, I found myself back in bed staring at the insides of my eyelids. I tried to reenter the dream. I imagined myself standing on the lawn barefoot, feeling the wet grass between my toes. It worked, and for a second I was back in the shade, looking out at the playground. Then I woke up again and decided I should record the dream.

Tricky Bitch!
I did a WBTB last night around 5am. Everything was going well with my MILD. I had just lost consciousness, when I heard a loud beeping sound. I then heard a loud robotic voice saying something about time. I thought, "Cool, some Hypnagogia, I guess this is turning into a WILD!" I slowly opened my eyes, and saw the room lit with an unnatural blue glow. I didn't want to ruin the transition, so I laid still for a few more seconds. I then glanced at the clock, and it said 12:00. I knew my WBTB was at 5am, so I was sure I was dreaming. Confident that I could move, I did a hand RC, but it failed. I then did a nose RC, but it also failed. I laid there for a few seconds, doing RCs before being totally convinced I was really awake.

Turns out, there was a short power outage. This tripped my answering machine to reset, beep, and yell a robot warning about resetting the time and date. This also flipped my girlfriend's spiderman night light on, which lit the room in a blue glow. The clock reset to 12:00 am. Tricky, tricky bitch of a universe.

Ghost Dog
My girlfriend and I were spending the weekend in a small honeymoon town on the California Coast. We were on a tour of a historic fishery & cannery, right on the bay. The main factory floor of the cannery was a huge warehouse. In the center, was a giant glass dome, 100 feet or more across, and 50 feet high. It was enormous. The tour guide was explaining that the glass dome would hold all the fish waiting to be cleaned. Teams of workers would surround the glass dome, and reach their hands inside through cut-out holes.

I was seated at the dome, cleaning fish with the other people on the tour. I was terrible at it. We had to separate the fish guts into separate compartments like a bento box. Each fish that I cleaned had to be sampled to make sure it was fresh. I would have to pull out a piece of fish guts, and eat it to make sure the fish was not rotten. The tour guide was warning us not to eat certain parts of the fish, or it would poison us with a deadly nerve toxin.

This cannery had a shady history, and was supposedly haunted. The original owner was a murderer and a crook. The cannery was shut down, when it was discovered he would leave dead fish in this giant dome for weeks on end. The glass would contain the stench, and rot the fish. This had something to do with his secret to success. Extra tender fish or something. Legend had it, that his pet dog went crazy one night from the rotten fish smell, killed him, and then murdered all the workers in the factory. This dog is still said to haunt the old run down factory.

As we listened to this tale, we heard a howl from the hallways. I then saw a streak of white out of the corner of my vision. I turned just in time to see a gigantic ghostly white wolf leap at me. I jumped to the side, and stood up, face to face with the biggest wolf I have ever seen. It stood five feet tall to its shoulder, its softball sized eyes level with mine.

It lunged at me again, its jaws easily big enough to take my head off in one bite. I dodged to the side and threw my hand up to catch the beast under around its neck. I had incredible strength for some reason. I lifted it by its throat, and threw it across the factory floor. It crashed into a wall 50 feet away, but was back on its feet in a second. It charged at me again, angrier than ever. I waited for it, and at the last second, quickly leaned into a stiff front kick. My kick landed squarely in the giant's chest, and threw it sprawling to the ground. I was amazed by how strong I was. I just stopped 2000 pounds of charging wolf with a front kick?

I was emboldened, and leaped onto the wolf to finish it off. I wrestled and beat it mercilessly, knowing I had to completely overpower its savagery . Each punch seemed to make it shrink. Before long, it was the size of a small poodle. It was bloodied and defeated. I knew I had tamed it, and it would now be my loyal pet.

Together, we drove across a red desert. We were in a white Chevy Impala. We took a short cut up a steep rocky mesa. I realized my ghost dog had turned into the car. The white car looked part dog, and was running on all four of its tires.

My neighbor from earlier in the dream was still playing golf in his back yard with rocks instead of golf balls. He hit one rock, and instead of just breaking my house window, it flew out across the desert, and crashed into the face of a cliff. This started a landslide. My wolf car tried to dodge the rocks as they fell, but there were too many of them. We were buried in a landslide, and I blacked out.

I regained consciousness, disoriented and confused. I was looking down at the rocky red ground. I could not feel my body. I looked down from a strange angle, and saw my bloodied leg and shoe to my right hand side. I thought, "There is my leg, but how am I seeing that from this angle?" My vision was swinging around of its own free will. My vision fell to a trickling stream as if I was bending down to get a drink. I saw blood in the water, and realized what had happened. I was killed in the landslide. I could see my own dead body. Somehow my spirit had merged with the ghost dog.

The dog was in control of its body, but I knew I could take over at any time. Together, we transformed into a sleek white greyhound, and bounded across the rocky red hills of the desert. We crossed hills, canyons, and mesas. After what seemed like hours of running, we came to a town. We transformed into an nonthreatening white poodle, and trotted into the lobby of a hotel.

I took control of the dog's body, and hopped up to a computer station. I started typing out a google search with my front paws. I had the dog's memories, and knew exactly what to search for. I brought up old, 100 year old newspaper articles about the old cannery. It was time to solve this mystery once and for all so both my spirit, and the spirit of the dog, could rest in peace.

I was helping dig up my mother's rose bushes at my old childhood home. It looked like someone had dumped leftover cement into the planting bed, so I had to chip away a thin layer of hardened concrete to get them out. It was a nightmare.

My mother pulled into the garage in a car I did not recognize. It was a black SUV from the early 90s. It looked like it had cement or mud splattered all over undercarriage, and up the sides of the doors. My mom got out with my little brother, and explained that they were having financial problems and had to trade in their minivan for a cheaper car. As my stepfather explained all the features on the car, I remember wondering why they would get an SUV when gas was four dollars a gallon. Especially this old one that obviously needed some expensive repairs. Didn't seem like a smart financial move to me.

I woke up in bed, frustrated that I didn't recognize the dream sign of being at my mother's house. I rolled onto my side, and cuddled against my old roommate. I was stuffed into a bed with her, and my other ex-roommate.

I felt one of my roommates lean back into me, and grind against me. She raised her leg to rest on me, and I slid my hand up her leg and under her panties from the side. We were trying to be really quiet and subtle. We moved very slowly to keep from waking our other bedmate. It was actually very uncomfortable. She was overly sensitive, and her body kept jolting in a ticklish way. She was reaching back awkwardly to grab me through the fly of my boxers. The way she was stroking me was twisting my piercing in a painful way. It was sort of painful, but felt good at the same time.

I was just thinking, "Oh man, how the hell is this ever going to work?" When I saw our sleeping bedmate climb out of bed to get dressed. We froze, and tried to pretend-sleep for a minute. I was sneaking peeks at her naked body through my lidded eyes, but I could tell we weren't fooling her. She started being overly sexy with her dressing, and kept casually brushing her hands across her naked body. Before long, she was back in bed with us. The rest of the dream was a blur of arms, legs, and impossible positions. I don't know why people give dream sex a bad rap. It was pretty awesome, and no matter how many orgasms I had, I didn't wake up.

I got out of bed to wash up, and found myself at a pornography convention instead of my bedroom. I was looking for a bathroom, but got distracted by my friend Tera Patrick who I haven't seen in a while. She was working at a booth signing autographs and selling some wacky lube & toys. I was uncomfortable, because I really needed to wash up. I ended up finding a men's room, but woke up as soon as I saw the toilet.

The toilet apparently made me realize I really did have to pee. I got up to use the bathroom. I returned to bed, but something was strange. As I remembered the FA I just had, I realized I was having another one!! The realization paralyzed my body in bed. I was in that weird body distortion zone of bending and separating. I tried to imagine something tactile. I ended up visualizing myself standing out in my courtyard garden, running my hands up and down the ropes of my hammock and feeling the texture on my fingertips. Tracing the twisted knots of the bumpy cords shifted my consciousness to this dream body. I got really lost in the maze of knots and weaves. I found where they ended, in a wide canvas sail. There were two rectangular holes cut in the sail. I knew they were there to keep the forces equally distributed across the surface of the sail.

I was woken up by my phone ringing. I didn't want to answer it, so I lied in bed trying to remember my dreams for a minute. The answering machine picked up, and a woman's voice started speaking. She was jabbing about some conference I had to attend. Apparently it had been moved from my office, to a convention center in Oakland. I was confused, and was trying to remember if the conference was today or Monday. I thought it was Monday...

I tried to remember what this conference even was. (In reality, there was no conference, another freaking FA!) I remembered the conference as being a sequel to the movie Star Wars. It was a continuation of that movie where the dude drops a bomb into the giant robotic planet. Instead of dropping a bomb, he dropped me down into the hatch. I slid down some huge slide-chute, and landed in a giant space station type place. I had to destroy Dearth Vader to blow up the planet. The way I remembered it, this was what really happened at the end of that movie. They just waited to show it all until the sequel came out.

Three False Awakenings in one night. I still feel good about the night. I accomplished my goal of having more dream sex, and I had a brief lucid moment when I caught the FA, and popped into the hammock.

Curious, how the first FA happened. The dream transitioned to my bedroom, and me thinking about missing a dream sign. I guess, technically, I did catch the dream sign, because I was still asleep. Maybe the dream sign caused the FA somehow. That has to count for something.

The Sex

I arrived at work to find last year's summer intern waiting at my office. As soon as I stepped in the door, she pounced on me, and started kissing me aggressively. I was shocked at first, but didn't resist for very long. We stumbled to the back of the office, still kissing, and tearing off each other's clothes along the way. We fell out the back door, and started going at it right on the floor of the garage. It was real intense, and animalistic. I was too caught up in the moment to notice a car disassembled in the garage, as if it was being serviced. When I did see it, I got nervous that the guy I work with might be coming back any minute to finish the repairs. We were having too much fun to stop, so we moved inside, to the bathroom. Things got even hotter, and before long, we were scrambling to clean up and find our clothes.

We only had time to find white undershirts, before I heard people walking around in the front room. It was the guy I work with, and he was pissed that we had sex at work He was under his car working in the garage, the whole time. He started lecturing me about it being illegal to have sex with interns. I started defending myself saying, "She's the one who initiated it! She's 22, we're both adults, and we can do whatever we want!" We got into a huge arguement, but I was too uncomfortable to defend myself much, since I was completely naked from the waist down.

Somewhere along the line, the owners of the house (wasn't it originally our offiice?) came home. The intern was now my girlfriend, and we went outside to meet the owners. We were still wearing only T-shirts, and I kept having to pull mine down to cover my junk. My girlfriend didn't seem to care that hers kept blowing up and exposing her. I kept jealously telling her to cover herself, but she didn't care. She kept saying, "Lighten up, will you? You're such a prude."

The owners drove up in a white 1980's Lamborghini Countach. It was covered in purple Transformers decals, and had strange metal antennae coming off the doors that looked like wings. I realized it was a Transformer, when the owners opened the door, and the car transformed into a strange hi-tech white machine. The owners were Jermaine Clement and Brett McKenzie from the TV show "Flight of the Conchords." They came upstairs, and we started hanging out in the kitchen, making food. I cooked up a huge skillet of shrimp in some sort of cream sauce. It was delicious.



The Awakening

I went into the back room of the house. As soon as I opened the door, something about the scene made me go instantly lucid. It was one of those really intense and surprising realizations. The intensity made the dream start to fade, and I could feel my body back in bed. My vision was completely filled with a pale peach colored diffuse light. I remained calm, and tried to re-enter the dream. Nothing was happening, until I realized the pale light was coming from a frosted window pane that completely filled my vision. My vision zoomed out to show the room I was just in, with the frosted glass window in the center of the wall. I leaped forward, and flew through the window hands first. The glass shattered, and I made sure to feel the pain as all the sharp shards cut my skin.

I landed outside on a flagstone patio. I was now completely lucid, in a very vivid and beautiful dreamscape. I think I was more lucid than I have been in a long time. Maybe ever. Just standing there was an amazing experience. I turned to my girlfriend next to me, and said, "I want to show you the amazing things that you can do in a lucid dream. If I could give you one wish, what would it be?" She looked skeptical, and said in a mocking tone, "If you could clear this cloudy sky, I would be really impressed."

No problem!

I looked up, to see a sky covered in a thick veil of purple grey haze. I raised my hands, together in front of my face, and then spread them apart in an 'open sesame' motion. The row of clouds closest to us rolled open like a purple curtain. I did the same motion again, and the next row followed suit. Each row of clouds turned two-dimensional as it opened, but the sky still looked incredibly hyper-realistic. It took several passes to clear the clouds completely.

Now there was only high wispy clouds in a beautiful purple sunset. I held my girlfriend's hand and watched the sun creep down towards the horizon. The scene was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. We were standing on a bluestone patio, looking out over a cliff. A large complex sculptural fountain stood at the edge of the cliff, with the water cascading down out of sight. Beyond the cliff, the scene opened up into a vast wild valley, shadowed with the oncoming twilight. It resembled Yosemite valley, and I could see Half Dome in the distance. As the twilight deepened, the shadows stretched realistically until the valley was covered in a pale shadow.



Now, I could make out the glowing forms of a city in the valley basin. The buildings looked enormous, and each one was lit with an orange glow. The scale of the city looked impressive, so I tightened my grip on my girlfriend's hand, and together we took off flying towards the lights.

The Dream

We ended up in a futuristic city that looked to be carved out of monolithic sandstone. Every surface was perfectly smooth and without joints. The buildings seemed to be stacked vertically in a series of terraces. Columned arcades surrounded every building, like an Egyptian or Greek temple. Ramps and staircases spiraled up to multiple terraces. From where I was standing, the city seemed limitless.



I had the impression of sleek flying machines hovering around the city, but I don't remember seeing any specifically. The streets were packed with people, like there was a parade or festival happening. I recognized many people in the crowd as friends from college and high school. I approached several people to say hi. I remember messing with one of my old roommates. He was standing with his girlfriend, talking with a group of people. I made myself invisible, and sneaked up on them from behind. I gave both him and his girlfriend a friendly slap on the ass, and then watched as they blamed each other, and looked around confused. I kept pestering them by giving them pinches and slaps, before I finally became visible to chat with them.

They told me about the city. It was the last city on earth after the apocalypse. It was called "The New Acropolis" and was ruled by an elite group of tyrants who horded their high technology to keep themselves in power. This gathering of people was a religious ceremony to worship this ruling elite as gods. They called themselves "The New Pantheon." I thought this sounded like great fun. I said my goodbyes, and took off flying to cause some trouble.



I soared across the amazing cityscape, wondering at its complexity. I made my way to the highest point in the city. It was a huge round temple resembling the Pantheon in Rome. Inside, was a large domed room, ringed with high stone thrones. Giant people sat in each throne, in some sort of trance. They looked like statues. I climbed atop a stage or pedestal in the center of the room. I started singing a beautiful song about dreams, and danced in place. As I waved my arms around, blue lightning started shooting from my fingertips. I was soon surrounded in a crackling sphere of glowing blue electricity. I sang my song, harmonizing with the hum of the electromagnetic field. As I finished my song, I released all the built up electricity outward. It exploded, and shattered the statue-like people sitting on their thrones. The entire building crumbled, as I flew away satisfied.



The Aftermath

I was now part of a group of outlaws trying to rebuild society. The world had a post apocalyptic junkyard type of feel to it. I was still mildly lucid, but caught up in the story. My lucidity made everyone view me as some kind of traveler, or time traveler. I was a prophet to help lead the rebels. I remember joking with some of them about how cliche this storyline was. I made some pun about the movie Terminator 2, making fun of the post apocalyptic genre. I had a bad attitude, like I really didn't care about this world, but I would do my part to help. Jermaine and Brett were with me again. I remember someone making a joke about me and Jermaine having the same sideburns and fashion sense.



At one point, we were fighting a battle in the ruined streets of a huge city. People were dying, and kept asking me to do something. I decided to summon something to help. I planted my feet, and concentrated on creating a robot or tank to help them. It was really hard to concentrate, and I couldn't make anything happen except a flash of light in the middle of the street. I remember wishing I played more video games, or watched movies about this sort of robot crap. Frustrated, I decided to play a joke. I thought of a toy from when I was a kid. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Party Wagon. It popped into my hands in a flash of light. I threw it out into the battlefield. As it flew through the air, it grew from the size of a shoebox, to the size of a jumbo jet. Everyone piled in, and I drove through the battlefield shooting plastic pizzas to knock people down.



We ended up at a safe house on the top floor of a hi-rise building in a really run down part of town. Everyone was now happy, playing video games, and watching TV like zombies. I ran around trying to remind people of the war going on. I didn't want the dream to end on such a boring note. The last thing I remember was looking out the window and seeing huge two legged robotic battle machines surrounding the building. One of them was right in front of the window aiming a huge cannon into the room. Finally, some action! I jumped behind a couch, and started yelling at everyone to get down.



I woke up to my alarm, and completely forgot this entire series of dreams. I had a faint sense that my MILD worked, but my mind was totally blank. Thank god I took another minute to try and wrack my brain. How the hell did I forget this?

EDIT: I just remembered another piece of the dream. I was at dinner with a bunch of friends in the rebel camp. My friend, Allison told my girlfriend that I had sex with the intern earlier in the dream. I was pissed that she would be such a bitch. I flew across the table, and grabbed her by the shirt. I carried her across the room, then landed. I held her up above my head, and blew her up on a molecular level, into a cloud of atoms. Everyone was mad that I would kill her, but I told them not to worry, I just scattered her molecules apart for a while as punishment. She would reform at her family's cabin in the mountains, and have a hard time getting back to the city alone.

Unleash the Beast

I was waking down a busy street in San Francisco, packed shoulder to shoulder with people. I knew I was supposed to be meeting friends for dinner, but I also knew it was a dream. I was having a hard time moving through the crowd, and was worried I would be late or wake up before I could get to the restaurant. I laid my hands on shoulders of the stranger in front of me, and vaulted over him while pushing down on his shoulders. It was like leap-frog superhero style. I went flying over the crowd, higher than I expected. As soon as I landed, I bounced back up into the air with another leap. My jumps were probably 30-50 feet high, and I remember grabbing onto a building's roof at one point, and then swinging off like spiderman. It was a real thrill.

I reached the restaurant, and found a long banquet table surrounded by dozens of my friends. I took a minute to greet everyone, and tell them how exciting this was to have them in my dream. Food started arriving right away, and people started digging in. I ate a crab cake that tasted like cream cheese, and a giant coconut shrimp the size of an apple. There was not enough food, and people were complaining. I was trying to convince people it was a dream. I took the plate of crab cakes, held my hand over it palm down, and made the food multiply. I did this to all the dishes, until the table was covered in food.

People still did not believe me that it was a dream. They thought it was some sort of magic trick. To show off even more, I made a fist with my hand, with my index finger extended. I laid my index finger on the edge of the table, and then slammed my other hand down on my closed fist. The leverage made my index finger snap off like it was made of plastic. There was not blood or pain. It was like I was made of rubber. People still did not believe me. They thought it was some sort of sleight of hand. I picked up my severed finger, and flipped it across the room. In mid air, it turned into some sort of toy. My finger grew back like a plastic doll. I plucked it off my hand again, and threw it into the air. It too, turned into a a toy. I started plucking off my fingers, one by one, and flipping them into the air rapid fire. They all turned into video games, toys, and other fun stuff.

I was having fun putting on the magic show for all my friends. "Watch This!" I rolled up my sleeve, and my hand started growing and pulsing. My fingernails grew into long claws, and my skin sprouted dark fur. The wave of fur moved up my forearm, and my muscles twisted and grew. I pulled my shirt off, and looked down to see my chest muscles swell and sprout dense dark fur. I was werewolfing out pretty hard. I felt my chin extend into a snout, and my teeth grow into long fangs. I fell down on all fours, and could feel incredible strength and power. I knew I was a terrible beast.

Strangely, I stayed in this werewolf form, and finished dinner with my friends. They believed it was a dream, and were throwing me food to catch in my wolf's mouth. It was a great party. Towards the end, we were packing up the leftover food to take home. I grabbed a whole uneaten pizza to take home to my girlfriend. I thought she would love it when she woke up in the morning. I also gathered up all the toys to give to my little brother at his birthday party the next day.

Halfway out the door, I remembered that I could not take anything with me to the waking world. This frustrated me. I took the bag of toys, and tossed it out into the landscaping. All the toys scattered in the bushes, and I saw a bunch of little kids run over to pick them up. I was still holding the pizza box. I used my werewolf strength to throw it out like a frisbee. As soon as it left my hand, I felt myself rip apart physically and mentally. A fearsome looking black wolf leaped out of my body, chasing the frisbee-pizza across the lawn. I remained standing, with my arm outstretched from the throw, but I was now completely human. My consciousness was in both places at once. I was watching the frisbee fly away, and the powerful wolf chasing it. I also felt myself in the wolf's body. I could feel all four of my legs pounding on the wet grass, and could see the frisbee flying just out of my reach. I leaped in the air, and sunk my fangs into the cardboard box. I also watched from my human body, as the wolf jumped to catch the pizza box. It was very strange.

Just then, a group of kids brought me back the toys I had scattered in the bushes. I explained why I had thrown them away, and told them to keep them. When I turned back around to look for my wolf, it had vanished in the darkness.

Pause and Fastforward

I was playing a game with two of my friends from my childhood. It was a hide and seek type of game, but much more serious. There were some sort of life and death consequences to the game. I was stalking these two friends as they ran around an outdoor cityscape of ramps and stairways. If they caught me following them, I would lose the game. If I could follow them successfully to their destination, and arrive there before them, I would win.

I was sneaking around close behind them, but they were getting further and further away. I asked myself in a loud psychic voice, "How can I catch these guys? They are so fast." I answered myself from a separate level of consciousness, "Slow time until you catch them. This is a dream." I now had two levels of awareness. There was a 'first person' and a 'third person omniscient'. It was like I was on the phone with my consciousness.

I snuck around a corner, and time slowed to a crawl. Everything was moving super slow. I asked my omniscient self, "Is there a way I can move faster?" I answered myself, "Yes. Fast forward yourself, while you keep the world slowed." I started moving with crazy super speed. I moved so fast, it felt like I was teleporting. I stopped right behind the kids I was chasing. I was less than a foot behind them. They were moving in slow motion, but I could see one of them turning around to look at me.

"Help!" I asked myself. "They are going to see me." Omniscient answered back, "Pause time. Now, remove yourself from time. Now hide behind the stairs, and resume time normally." I followed the instructions, and was now behind a staircase, watching my prey as they looked around, confused. I know they had heard me behind them, and were baffled by how I could disappear so fast.

I had a level of lucidity above the dream. When I was 'first person' in the dream, I had only a low level of lucidity. I was fooled by my surroundings. The 'omniscient' level of consciousness was totally lucid, and aware it was a dream. It was strange, because all of the communication between the two levels of consciousness was completely verbal. It was like a telephone conversation between my lucid self, and my dream self.

I was on the run for murder. I killed two people in a VW Beetle, and buried the whole car under a tree in my friend's yard. They found the remains during a barbecue, and I took off running.

I ended up hiding in the local museum. While there, I uncovered an ancient artifact that allowed me to summon a flying machine from a long extinct civilization. I shimmied up a long climbing rope to board the craft. The contraption was made of countless white ropes all knotted together to form hammocks and nets. The ropes were all suspended from a hot air balloon above. There were multiple levels of hammocks, but they were all fairly small. It was a little dizzying to be climbing around on nothing but ropes, while hundreds of feet above the earth.

I was amazed that this thing had survived since ancient times. Just as I was considering this, I realized I was not alone. The ship had a caretaker. He was a robot who looked almost human, but very leathery, with pockmarks that revealed shiny metal beneath his skin. He was programmed to maintain the craft and pilot it according to my instructions. I could not move very much in the precarious hammocks and nets, so I had to lie still and order him around. I instructed him to take us up to 2000 feet, so we would not be able to hear any sound from the earth below. I wanted perfect silence to enter a meditative hibernation state.

My robot butler would climb down the rope to bring me food and news from the earth below. After years of hibernating in seclusion from the world, my butler told me that I needed to return to civilization. My girlfriend was getting married to a man who wanted to use her for his political schemes. Together, my butler and I foiled their schemes, and in the process, found out that I had been framed for the murders. We uncovered a conspiracy involving several powerful families who used my friends as agents on the inside. Over the course of an amazing adventure, we cleared my name, and rescued the girl.

[QUOTE=Robot_Butler;796923]Friday night I tried 8mg GM. After an hour with a pounding heart and distracting thoughts, I took 3mg Melatonin, and moved to the guest room to avoid my girlfriend's snoring.

I think the melatonin messed up my dream recall, because I had a series of short dreams with FAs and real awakenings in between. I sort of remember them all as one long dream.

I started with GH's relaxation technique and some Reverse Blinking. I entered a trance within minutes. I felt Sleep Paralysis set in, with some strange body vibrations and such. I could hear my girlfriend banging pots and pans in the kitchen, and then watching old episodes of Roseanne in the living room. I knew this was impossible, because we don't have a TV. Still, it sounded so real, I considered that maybe she somehow was watching them on the internet.

The Dream Guide

I heard some rustling in the darkness of my room. I could not see anything. It sounded like short animals or people too small to be seen over the side of the bed. I was trying to roll myself out of the paralysis and into a dream without much success. After a few minutes, I heard a small mousy voice call out my name. It surprised me so bad, I popped right out of SP.

At least, I thought I did. I rolled to my side with some difficulty, not sure if I was asleep or awake. I could not move to perform a RC, so I wiggled my toes until I could move my arms. I heard the voice again. It sounded like a child's voice. It said, "Where do you want to go? What do you want to do tonight?" The voice was coming from behind me, just outside my field of vision. I assumed it was some sort of dream guide, so I answered it, "I want to go to France. To Paris." I was still gently struggling to free myself from my sleeping body, or turn around to see who I was talking to. The voice asked, "What is France?" I replied "Montmartre, Le Chat Noir."

I freed one of my arms, and reached out to the darkness. I asked, "Help me up." Out of nowhere, an old ghastly looking woman's face appeared. She latched onto my hand. She is babbling about a hunger, and a need for human touch. I heard my dream guide yelling at her. He was threatening her with his child's voice, and yelling at her to let me go. More greedy hands grabbed at me from the darkness. One bent my arm back painfully in an arm lock. My dream guide's voice was yelling warnings to me and to the greedy spirits. I knew this was an illusion, and I was not afraid of the spirits. I stopped the argument by yelling out, "Help me out of bed, and I will let you touch me all you want."

Somewhere during all of this, I woke up multiple times. I was sleeping on a futon unfolded to a bed. While talking and trying to roll over, I remember the futon was upright, like a couch. I was propping myself on my side with the back of the couch to try to see who I was talking to. I then snapped awake, and I was flat on my back with the futon in its real position as a bed.

My memory is hazy, I think from the melatonin. The next thing I remember is being in the guest room in full daylight. I was playing with a young alien looking child or dwarf, and asking him really deep questions about dreaming, life, and death. I can't remember his answers!!!! I do remember we were playing with Transformer toys, and he answered one of my questions by saying to me, "Let me show you..."


The Toy Junkyard

My vision zoomed into the toys we were playing with. Suddenly, I was watching a movie about the Transformer toys on a junkyard planet. They had just landed, and were scouting around for life. They each took on the shape of a ruined machine they found in the junkyard. The villain, Megatron, was a giant plastic T-Rex dinosaur. The good guys were trying to fight him, but they were outmatched. They were exploring the planet trying to find and free other robots to help them in the battle. They ended up finding a Robot Cheetah.

Another Megatron landed on the planet. He was a giant helicopter. He was very cocky, and volunteered to fight the dinosaur version of himself. While they battled, a countdown started to launch missiles out of missile silos. The team of good robots ran to bury themselves in sand bags, hoping it would protect them from the radiation. The Robot Cheetah couldn't find a place to bury himself, so he ran to the missile silos to try and stop the launch. He found the silos empty. The missiles were already launched long ago, and that is why there was no life on this planet. They were all destroyed in a nuclear holocaust. The Cheetah ran at super-robot-speed to all the missile silos on the planet. They were all empty.

The Succubus

After waking to record my dreams, I relaxed back into another WILD. I entered SP again, and heard the door to my room open. I could not turn to see, but I felt a woman enter the room stand next to the bed, right behind my head. She was whispering in my ear seductively. Her voice sounded evil and threatening despite her words. I felt her lie down behind me, and press her lips against the back of my neck, right at the base of my skull. She was pretending to kiss me, but when her lips touched my neck, I felt an intense pain. She latched onto the base of my neck, her lips locked against me, and something sharp pierced my spinal cord. She was sucking out my thoughts and energy.

I was lucid, and not fooled by the dream. My memory is hazy, but I remember turning to embrace her. The dream turned into an unbelievably awesome sex dream, but I don't remember the details!!! I lied in bed for a loooooong time after awakening trying to remember the details, because I don't have many sex dreams. I only remember a general sense of mind blowing sex with several women in every room of my house.