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Morning of May 14, 2017. Sunday.



I am seemingly in our present home, though the view is more extensive and as if I am looking from a fictional larger area on the east side of the lounge room.

There are some minor random events relating to family activity. At one point, I notice a line of about six girls. They are walking north in a seemingly impossible way so that it appears that the top halves of their bodies are missing, though actually bent around like a contortionist. I find this extremely strange as I watch. I get the impression that they are going “back” into the television. I am not sure that what I am seeing is “real” or some sort of altered holographic imagery.

Soon, I see my wife Zsuzsanna in a similar position. She seems to be mimicking the other girls in a comedic sense, sort of mocking what they are doing. However, her head is higher, somehow directly above where her waist would be. (The actual imagery would be impossible in this second case.) She is also walking towards the television but I know she will not go “into” it.

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It did not take long after waking to learn that, once again, I had been dreaming of something that only Zsuzsanna had seen and thought about and not mentioned to me at all. She had been looking at a photograph of a young contortionist in the same position as the girls in my dream. In fact, she even had the same thought on whether or not it was real imagery. Still, there may also be some minor influence from ZZ Top’s “Rough Boy” music video, though this is only a guess, as I had not seen it since 1986.

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I was ecstatic once I woke up and realised I had this dream. This is actually the first time I have had a task to accomplish in a lucid dream rather than just aimlessly bumming around in them.



Dream No. 113

The Realization
As soon as I became lucid, I was instantly aware that there was a task waiting for me. Just yesterday, I lifted my practice to extreme measures compared to usual. I wrote a pretend letter to my "Dreamy Guardian" and this morning, I also thought I'd try WBTB. I quietly said to my dreamy guardian before bed, "Can you wake me up at 5 in the morning?". I found out in the morning that I woke up at 5:42, so she was 42 minutes late but it was still in the 5:00 hour span. I then said to myself in the morning, "You're not falling asleep until 6", so I'd at least I'd have 15 minutes awake. I don't remember staying awake until 6, I think tiredness took over early, so I may have only spent 5 - 10 minutes awake. But the time I had the stick dream was after this 5:42 AM WBTB period.

The Stick's Attitude
When the stick appeared, it was just laying there, waiting for me to do something to it. I think this dream's approach was like "if you leave nature alone, it will leave you alone"... Also like "If you harm nature, you'll be sorry" OR "never underestimate the power of nature". The term I used to describe this stick to my family this morning was "this little passive-aggressive stick".

Tournament Abilities
I realised I had used both abilities in dream. Now that I'm awake I realize I could never damage the stick if dreamy WB didn't paralyse it... It just kept growing back on me. I imagine that the stick was undergoing rapid mitosis to replace damaged cells but Dreamy WB must have induced some form of apoptosis (controlled cell death). I also think that the head was the only part that could re-grow and no other parts of the stick had this ability, just like a plant can keep growing but if you pull it out of the ground, it eventually dies.

I'm so surprised that the dream took into consideration the 30 second rule for Tier C (and Tier B) enemies... And it was exactly 30 seconds, no time manipulation like 29 or 31 seconds. Also, the dream didn't mess up my counting either, it perfectly went from 1 - 30. It's like the dream knew I was using myself as a timer and the rules of waking time were kept.

The second ability "bandage" was used in the toothpick scene. I did specify that Dreamy WB would use the correct body part to cover the surface area of the injury... I described her hand or her whole body, but I never thought about just a finger, so the dream one-upped me there. Come to think of it, her hand would have been way too big to get into the eye area, so her finger was just the right healing instrument.

Staying Focused
It's like the dream was using my mum to distract me out of lucidity. What I find amazing is that I was able to stay so focused and not be forced out of the dream... This is the first time I was able to stay so focused. I remember in Dream No. 93, that dream spat me out when I wasn't finished.

Physical Attack
In the battle terms, I did state that my primary attack was "ice flail". Now I am not a master of lucidity yet and so I am still susceptible to some aspects of the dream manipulating me. What the dream did do was manipulate the purpose of my primary attack into breaths rather than a piece of equipment. And it went through the whole elemental cycle too. I think the dream knew I wanted ice and that's why it put that element last... The dream was testing me to see if I would be tempted by my other 3 potential elements. As I knew I'd be cheating, I did make it so that fire, earth and electricity would have no effect.



Dream No. 113 - Concept Art by KarlaB14 on DeviantArt

2017, 05-12

Return to Minas Tirith

I am in a place I don’t recognize, I look around and see a man, is demanding to know who I am and how I got up here. He says only his personal guards and those he has admitted are permitted here. I wonder who he is, then I see another man there is Gandalf from Lord of the Rings. Gandalf says he knows me, I have traveled with their company at a couple different times. More important now is that Denethor get a rescue force together or Faramir and his men have no chance of reaching the city alive. I ask what has happened. Gandalf goes to the edge of the outcropping that overlooks Minas Tirith and the surrounding lands and he points out at a rock formation that is surrounded by many orcs. He says Faramir and his men have taken refuge there, but they can’t hold off the attacks forever, which is why Denethor needs to send out a rescue sortie. Denethor says there is no way a sortie would be successful, he would just be sending more men out to die. Gandalf is frustrated and says Denethor’s son is out there as if Denethor wasn’t already aware that Faramir was out there and cornered. Denethor says it is the hardest decisions that fall to him, but there is no hope for success. I tell him to just stay up here and watch if he thinks the situation is impossible.

Denethor is asking me what I think I can do about this but I ignore him and run right at the edge of the outcropping. I jump up and out into the open air much to both Denethor’s and Gandalf’s surprise. I fly out over the city and then out over the fields beyond. The enemies are filling the fields beyond, they are doing double takes at me flying but then they start firing arrows at me. I dodge them and dive down to a place among the enemies, about halfway between the rock formation and the gates of Minas Tirith. This is a good spot for Dark Power of Abyss by Rhapsody, it’s time to drop an Immortal Fire! “And suddenly the unreal silence is broken by a lament... a lament coming up from the deepest darkest abyss. And from the seven gates of the dark fortress, the dead come back to life to face them... this is hell!” As I do the next part a circle of light energy erupts around me. “Immortal fire, now rise, light my heart, light my way through the darkness, the guardian of space and time!” A circle of light energy explodes out from my position, blasting enemies out of the way all of the way from the rock formation where Faramir and his men are hiding to the gates of Minas Tirith.

In the aftermath of that massive blast the fields are left bare, enemies that were on the edge of the affected area are all fleeing in terror of a force they have never witnessed the like of. The way to the rock formation where Faramir and his men are is clear, I go over there to see if everyone is able to move towards Minas Tirith. I see Faramir come around the edge of the formation, with another familiar person right behind him. Altaïr is there with Faramir, his sword is drawn and covered in the blood of orcs. Altaïr says the enemies won’t stay afraid to approach for long, they’re too dumb to know their own peril. I ask if anyone needs healing before they can be moved to the city. There are a couple that are on the edge of death with serious wounds, so I quickly heal them and then we start heading for the gates of the city. Most of the enemies are keeping their distance, but not the Nazgul, five of them are swooping in towards us as we are making for the gates. From the gates of Minas Tirith now comes a man on a white horse, they are blazing with light energy. It’s Gandalf, the White Rider charging out to meet us, shining a bright ray of light energy at the approaching Nazgul. The wraiths veer aside and break off their attack, retreating into the night. We reach the gates and get inside, Gandalf following us in as the gates are swung closed with a heavy clang. The people in the city are all cheering us and the return of Faramir and his men, happy to see their safe return. I now have the time to heal the rest of the wounded, whether their wounds be small or great. Shortly after I finish healing the last wound everything around me fades to black and I wake.

Nothing I hate more than RCing all day every day for over a week only to have a lucid less than a minute.

Visiting

Just a dream of Asuka walking me to visit my cousin K. We go into her place, and half the room is blocked by a giant blanket. On the left I see she has a piano there. I am wondering why she has a piano since I've never heard of her playing any instrument. She closes the wooden thing over the keys. She opens the blanket curtain to reveal a couch and a large TV. I remember going to sit down.

Throwing money away.

I was in a dingy apartment, there were a group of people playing a poker game at a large table. "Texas hold-em?" I ask. One guy says no. I ask how much to buy in. He says $150. I pull out a wad of cash and pull out $100 dollar bill. I get mixed sorting out how much 20s to pull out. some seem stuck together. I throw it on the table and sit down. I am waiting for the current hand to finish when I look to a small kitchen separated by a small wall. I see Chris there over a sink boiling some spaghetti noodles. He moves them to a sink to drain them. "Hi, Chris," I say, and look to the table. "Huh?" I hear him grunt. But it's not his voice. I look again but it isn't chris, but some taller rough buy with a beard.

I look to the table, And realize it's a dream. "Well gotta go boys," I say and get up. I find the door to the apartment. I open the door and notice how solid everything seems. I think I just left 150 of dream money on the table.

I emerge into a dark corridor and everything starts to go black.

I wake briefly and stay still to DEILD.

I'm at the bottom of the stairwell at the apartment. But no doors lead outside. I find a large black room. I see a girl running into the darkness. I am about to ask her where an exit is when I wake up.

Then I discovered that my wallet was missing $150.... Just kidding!

Secret school

I am with some guy in a school. He shows me this secret passageway in the school that leads to a secret lab. For some reason we leave. But my glasses break and he says there's special glasses in the lab. We go back into the secret passageway and I see Robert Downey Jr. walking with another student. This scares me for some reason so I run really fast through the passageway. There's a part with some dark steps and twists and turns but I seem to know the place well.

We go into the lab and the guy asks me why I was running. I told him that Robert Downey Jr. spotted us. He said not to worry he's not to concerned with his lab right now. I find my new glasses. They are a pair of shades. I put them on and my vision improves. My friend says there's and VR Oculus thingy to put on my glasses. I take them off and get special lenses that clip onto the glasses. I put them on and a VR scene appears before me. It's a cartoonish green landscape. I wake up here.

Date of Dream: SUN 14 MAY - 2017



One Dream Combat Championship Challenger: DEFEATED!!! There are now 6 challengers remaining in this round... Do you and Dreamy WB have what it takes to get to them in time and reign victorious?



Dream No. 113 - Stick Strife
Lucid Dream 6

Although I've forgotten exactly how I became lucid, I do remember that there was a change of awareness in me. I was now consciously aware that I could change some aspects of my dream. I was in my house, in the front room, when I said to myself, “I want to find the area and fight that pot plant now”. That's when the dream camera shifted over to an image of a bowl with fuzzy, tangled vines in it, almost like very thick strands of knotted hair... But that's not what I was facing.

The dream camera then went back to the front room, which claimed to be my arena, although it didn't look like an arena in any way. There was now a stick laying on the floor, just laying there like a normal stick in a backyard would. The only special feature about this stick was its two, long-shaped black eyes on the top. I thought that to defeat the stick, I'd break bits off it until it came to nothing. The only problem is, every time I'd break the stick for the first time, it's “head” would keep “regenerating”! At the same time, my mum was sitting on the couch and she was trying to tell me what I should do but then she was also distracting me. It's like the dream was using her to break me out of my lucidity and the pot plant (stick) task at hand. I told her I knew what I was doing and so she eventually stopped and minded her own business.

I was frustrated and frightened because I was still breaking the stick for the first time and it was still growing back. And so I yell out, “Dreamy WB! What's going on here? Do something!”. In this dream, Dreamy WB wasn't physically there but rather, she was an invisible force. A subconscious message came to me that I had 30 seconds to break down as much of the stick as possible. In the dream, I found myself counting out loud to 30 and when I hit 30, the stick became rigid again. So the stick was about ¾ way broken when it decided it would now “attack” me.

The dream camera had showed a close-up of my eye and these was now a toothpick going vertically up it, like someone trying to keep you awake. The phenomenon was that the stick had put the toothpick there to cause a lump on the outer socket, intentionally causing injury. So I was in no condition to handle the stick. The dream somehow subconsciously suggested to get Dreamy WB and that she would place her finger on the lump to heal it. Once that idea was expressed, I had some sort of warm, fuzzy feeling surrounding me. I noticed that the lump had disappeared and so I continue to handle that stick.

I then thought to myself, “You are going to pay dearly”. I noticed I had control of my 4 elements. I used fire on the stick but that did nothing. Earth was next and that didn't do anything either. Electricity was the third try but had no effect. Last of all was ice and that's what ended the life of the stick, making it shrivel up and shatter. Surprisingly, that's the only dream I remember from that night.



There will be a "Behind The Scenes" entry for this dream.

#509 - DILD - 12:50AM

I am in something that I associate with The Matrix. There is some sort of leech looking thing that I somehow pull out of my body. I know that if I can hold it without breaking the membrane I will stay in the Matrix. I know my environment isn't real and it's a dream but I believe the back story.

I get up off the couch and am supposed to do a simple task of finding some teeth whitening mouthwash. I move into a bathroom that has a lot of items on the counter. While searching I break the membrane of the thing in my hand and know the Matrix will find me. I give up and go back to the couch.

Mary from work is at her desk. She tells me that I still have 15 min. Something about this makes me fully lucid and I get up off the couch again. For fun I go ahead and find the mouthwash. There is a small vial on a TV stand. I take it and taste the cool minty taste and then leave the house.

I am on some countryside and I want to be in a Skyrim environment. The dream fully fulfills this wish. I run through grassy meadows and hillside and take in the vivid detail. For some reason I think I recognize this part from the game and feel happy the dream is taking on so much from it. I enter a shadowy area with a few trees. I have a sword in my hand held up high. I wonder why there are no monsters to fight. Suddenly, a two headed dragon appears. It shoots fire at a tree. I hulk leap at it ready to strike it will a sword, but at that moment I wake up.

Dream 1

I was in a strange place where a guy let me ride his back because I didn't want my feet to get wet in the snow. However, when he let me down we ran from a somewhat looney version of an old friend of my brothers.

Dream 2

My father kept ushering me to go to the hospital for our appointment. I eventually felt bad for making him wait so long and went. We ended up running into a strange person on the street with a red dusty wooden robot looking partner. He was supposedly a cartoonist on a quest to stop something or someone. We managed to get away from him but than I ended up in the house where a girl was showing me a connection of the fairly odd parents and something else. I told her it was garbage and took a sword wrapped in tin foil. I demonstrated the danger of having the sword than walked away and ended up in a public building that was supposed to be the hospital.

Seeing people run I tried to find my dad but ran into a guy with a silver gun. He wanted hostages so he chose me and an old lady. I knew somewhat it was a dream and didn't hurry to get away but near the end it felt real. He asked me why I was young when I said the old lady was older than put the gun on my back. I could feel the cold metal on my skin as he pressed harder, while talking with his partner "genocide jane" and the crowd about their accomplishments. Woke up after that.

2017, 05-12

The Battle at Osgiliath

I am in what appears to be a meeting hall, I am near the back of the room. I look around and see it is filled with warriors that appear to be of high rank. I hear someone talking at the front of the room, he is talking about not giving up the outer defenses. I hear mention of the outpost at Osgiliath, and that more soldiers need to go there to defend. A man says they will not be able to hold it long even with reinforcements. I get a bit closer and I recognize one of the men speaking as Faramir, captain of Gondor. I assume that the man he is talking with must be the steward of the lane, Denethor, Faramir’s father. Denethor says Boromir can’t do everything, he is away on an urgent errand, but if any captain remains who will do his lord’s bidding… Faramir says he will go to Osgiliath if Denethor orders it, and Denethor immediately says he does order it.

Faramir leaves the hall and I follow him out, I don’t think Denethor even noticed me. Gandalf is out with Faramir now telling him not to throw his life away needlessly, he says Denethor loves Faramir and will remember that before the end. I go over to Faramir and ask if he could use a little extra help, I will offer my skills as a healer and a warrior. He seems hesitant, probably because I am a woman, but finally says he will take any who are willing to come, for they will need all the help they can get at Osgiliath. I follow Faramir out where he gets on a horse, and some other soldiers are also on horses. A Rapidash I recognize as my own Rapidash named Stardust trots over to me. The people around are staring in amazement at Stardust’s flaming mane and tail. I climb up on Stardust and we are ready to go. I tell Faramir that if I go ahead and use a healing spell on the attackers I am sure at least some will break off the attack. He asks if that’s why the company moving through Ithilien was so small, I say yes, many of them turned back. He says to go ahead, then. An enemy who turns away from the fight is worth two who have to be defeated in battle.

I ride with Faramir and the others for the trip to Osgiliath because the enemy still hasn’t shown themselves. The waiting when we get to Osgiliath is the hardest, and I am afraid I will wake up before the action even starts. Soon there are armies approaching from the other side of the Anduin River. That’s my signal so I ride right towards the middle of the group while focusing on the song Full Moonlight from the Devil Hunter Yohko soundtrack. The song plays, I am surrounded by light energy that spreads out over the area as I am spinning around, forming into an orb in the sky that looks like a moon shining bright. Light energy is spreading out from that orb, bathing all of the attacking forces in its light. Indeed, some of the enemies start turning back the way they came, but they don’t get far. The Nazgul are following up the attack and immediately strike down anyone who is trying to retreat. This really pisses me off because they are killing all of the enemies I have managed to heal. I focus a blast of light energy from my moon orb right at the Nazgul who are attacking, and it creates an opening for at least some of those who have changed their minds to escape.

There are still plenty of enemies attacking, however. And the Nazgul are attacking rather than following after the enemies who have decided to retreat. I leave the moon orb to cast light energy over the battle areas in hope that it might counter the fear effect of the Nazgul. I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and start cutting up the enemies who I was not able to heal. The battle rages on for a while, I have killed many orcs and healed several injured soldiers of Gondor. But there are just so many enemies that before long they are slipping past and our group has to fall back towards Minas Tirith to keep from being surrounded. There are also more soldiers of Gondor injured than I can keep up with healing, so I break off and help escort some of the injured to a place sheltered by large rock formations where I can heal them without being attacked. I heal them but then I am feeling the dream slipping. Faramir has arrived with more injured men and I tell him I’m about to disappear, no time to explain, but I will come back as soon as I can. Everything around me fades to black and I wake up.

Had a lucid dream this morning after doing a mindfulness meditation. I had meditated for an hour before I finally went back to sleep. The sleep paralysis came on in 10 minutes. I didn't lose awareness, I just waited until I could feel my dream body move freely then I got out of my bed. The visuals were weird because I could feel my eyes opening over and over again so I had to wait a little bit more. I was getting anxious because I didn't want to fall fully asleep.

The dream world solidified and I made it outside of my house. Found Naomi and we walked down my street. The sky was dark grey and stormy. I reached up into the sky and parted my clouds revealing a beautiful fuschia color. We tried to get to the park but, either I woke up and fell asleep again or I lost lucidity. Must have been the former. That has been a problem. I wake up and fall back into a non-lucid dream.

Morning of May 13, 2017. Saturday.



I am sometimes walking, sometimes slowly flying, over an overpass in an unknown region. This of course is typical waking symbolism of the same type I have often had since early childhood but this event includes a subliminal attempt at re-induction.

An unknown male is present, but only walking to my right. As I hover near the peak of the overpass, a pickup truck approaches with an unknown male driver. I somehow know that he is in danger. (This is actually pretense, as the “danger” equates to waking from my dream and my temporary current dream self no longer existing, even though I am not actively lucid at any point. There is something about the nature of waking symbolism that the dream self somehow indirectly recognizes, but that is likely because of a thread of subliminal conscious self presence, as it is the conscious self that creates many dream events for the otherwise clueless dream self).

As the truck is close to me, I somehow pull the man out and push the truck over the side of the overpass. It rotates as it falls, lands upside-down, and explodes directly under the overpass (though the explosion is of no threat to us). The man is thankful to me, even though I caused the event, yet stopped the waking prompt by doing this (as technically an explosion often serves as a waking prompt, sometimes caused by a real noise in the environment, but this was out of the range of perceived danger).

In another scene, my attention shifts to the corruption of government. I am in some sort of large office. There are at least nine unfamiliar people, apparently all corrupt government officials. Still, some of them seem cheerful and not really that threatening. They had been sitting around a large rectangular office table discussing documents from a few different files.

An unknown male talks to me from my right as we are standing near one end of the table. A couple other people stand, indulging in conversation between themselves. Soon, an unfamiliar female approaches me. She does not really seem aggressive. She talks about a file and a DVD, and starts to hand them to me. Somehow, her arm automatically jumps up so that the DVD cuts halfway through her neck, killing her. No one seems to notice this event at all. The male continues to cheerfully talk. The “dead” female continues to stand, glowing slightly, then fading to gray, eyes remaining open. There is not a single drop of blood. I am not directly responsible, but this may not had happened had I not been standing there. No one notices. They go about their business.

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Morning of May 13, 2017. Saturday.

Dream #: 18,408-05. Reading time: 1 min 20 sec.



I am in Cubitis where I have not lived since 1978, yet it remains my most common dream setting (yet always different, as no dream setting is ever the same for me more than once).

I move the furniture around in my room. I see my bed, a chest of drawers, a desk, a small end table, and some other furniture. I try different arrangements with no memory of physically doing it as it occurs by my mental will. My bed remains a bit easterly of where it last was before moving to Wisconsin in 1978 (adjacent to the west wall, head facing south) although it is a bed and not a drop-down couch that becomes a bed as I had in the last couple years before moving.

The last part of my dream is a recurring scene of the most vivid dream situation I have experienced relating to this type. I am in the Cubitis living room late at night, and no one else is around. I am by the east windows that would provide a view of the backyard, but it is usually too dark to see outside in dreams of this nature. As with previous versions, I am aware the jalousie windows are all open. There are a couple of cracked panes, and a few are missing.

My sense of touch is enhanced. I feel the sensations and momentum of my imaginary right hand on each cool metal handle as I wind down the jalousie windows to lock them at the middle of the left vertical frame with my left hand. The lock does not pull down all the way or work correctly. I move from left to right (north to south), making sure all the windows are at least mostly down. As is often the case in this situation, I have a concern a cougar had entered the backyard (though it is uncertain as I rarely ever see or hear one) and may get into the house.

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dream type: subliminal wall mediation

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Hallucinations in the sky.

I'm pretty sure this theme was prevalent throughout a few dreams. First impression was of me walking at night with someone through a forest trail at night. I saw a city line in the distance. Then when I looked up in the sky there was a mirage of it in the sky. I pointed this out to my walking companion and agree with me that it was a mirage, but very breathtaking.

Next part is I'm walking through the city. A bunch of people are running in panic. Someone says that a Russian satellite armed with Nukes is losing orbit and will soon hit earth. They seem to think that it will set of nuclear explosions and start world war 3. Later when I looked up in the sky I see a very large mirage image of a satellite orbiting earth. it looks way bigger than the moon. This freaks people out even more. I just continue walking and laugh at the whole thing.

Next thing I remember is walking in a street at night in toronto. for some reason I get a little scared myself as I pass the panicking people but get over it quickly.

Rewind

I'm in a kitchen of some house. I have to steal something, but I have to do it carefully. I take the thing of the bar part of the kitchen and find a cubby hole by the sink to hide in. An alarm goes off and I hear a robot go by, it blares an announcement that it is looking for me, and will find me. It goes close by my cubby hole and I am about to be discovered. This scene rewinds and happens again 3 or 4 times. Nothing I can do stops the robot. During one rewind I stay and let the robot see me it a bit. It doesn't recognize me as a threat. Then I hide until it leaves, so That I can leave.

Don't wanna be a vampire.

I'm in a rocky area at night again. I'm with the night stalker guy who mind controls me to be a vampire or something. We scare a couple people walking around the place. Then we take off flying. I kind of dog paddle through the air a bit, Him and his other freind get too far ahead of me so his effect wears off. I'm suddenly wondering why I'm on the side of evil. Plus I think Vampires are lame and I don't really wanna be one. So I fly back to the people we attacked to see if they are okay.

Drive.

I'm flying and find a familiar van driving along a road at night. I fly in through the back window, kind of phase through it. I'm in the backseat with a small group of girls that are 3-6 years old. Their faces are dirty and covered in dried snot. They seem to know me and I seem to know them. A girl with light brown hair and a perm hands me a magazine to read. She points to a story she wants me to read. So I read it quietly. I don't realize it at the time but it's a page and a half story about the dreams I just had, but in a more linear sequence. The girl grills with questions based on my reactions to the story. She asks if I really believe in WW3 and that it's soon. I say, no not really. She then asks If I really believe that I'm in telepathic communication with her mom. I point out that I never voiced those thoughts out loud, so, that obviously telepathy is real. Her friends giggle at that. As far as her mom is concerned, it's more like a pics or it didn't happen kind of thing. Until I have solid confirmation while awake which is extremely unlikely or realistic, That these dreams are just something that I'm just going to have to endure for a while. I'm not sure if I say these things or just think them, but the girl has a bit of a sullen look on her face, but fades when she realizes she's home.

I follow her into the house but I hang back a bit. I peer sheepishly into the kitchen and see Bjork in a purplish Victorian outfit leaning over the table leafing through mail. Instantly I feel like I couldn't deal with her. I get too nervous so I quietly fly above her not making a sound. The girl goes up to her and starts talking to her. I am above them and the ceiling is high, So I'm not noticed. I fly into a living room area and find a nice big chair. I land on it and fall asleep.

I am driving in the parking lot of my moms old apartment complex. I am parked near the exit but there is a car behind me. The lady pokes her head out the window of her car and tells me she is waiting for a parking spot that I am blocking. I make a u-turn so she can park and proceed to take a spot in front of a tennis court. I get out of the car and have a baby's car seat in my hand, but it is empty. I walk on the sidewalk and see some male dream figures looking at me. I quickly clarify that the car seat is not mine, that I had my baby cousin with me and that is why it is empty, I am simply returning the car seat. I am now in my paternal grandmas house. I ask my aunt where my maternal aunts baby is and she says she dropped him off with his dad. She is fixing her hair. I walk over to the patio and find another car seat on the ground, but this one has a baby girl inside. She is two years old like my maternal cousin but she is a lot bigger. She has shift blonde hair instead of dark brown hair. She also talks a lot more than my real life cousin. I try to figure out who she is by trying to find similarities between us. She does not look like she is the cousin she is supposed to be. A 16 year old cousin is with me talking to her and I notice she looks like her when she was a toddler. 🤔 Weird dreams in which my family members don't look like their real life counterparts. Lol

A non lucid dream about a guy asking me if I could buy him a 200$ book. It was a game related book. I politely said I couldn't than asked him where I could sell an old psychology book. He said he didn't know and that if I did sell to mirror my name.

I emerged into lucid dream with my wife, hand in hand... the place was unknown city, it was dark night, the sky was without stars or moon, but there were many shops opened and shining, lighting the darkness in front of them. I walked with my wife hand in hand down the street, looking around. My wife was more like sleep zombie then lucid. She spotted some beauty shop and insisted that she looked old and that she needs to look better and younger for me. I disagreed but couldn't do anything before she entered that shop. Firstly, I wanted to follow her, so I wouldn't lose her in dream, but then spotted something strange.

There was a tunnel a few tens of meters away, lit in darkness and some kind of a monster was at the end of it. I decided to investigate that. There is no fear in the high lucidity of experience I had. So I entered the tunnel. While tunnel looked a few tens of meters long when I was at its beginning, it was only optical illusion. It was only about 3 meters long and everything in it was painted... I got quickly to the monster, but it was only pixelated painting. I turned back to be quickly by my wife. I was back in the beauty shop under one minute, but my wife disappeared. I went away from the shop, into the city. I walked for long time without thoughts, without aim, without emotions... I was only observing my surrounding taking the information from it.

After many tens of minutes I decided that I should take more active approach and I decided to examine some buildings. So I turned to closest one, with very big double sided doors. I opened them easily... and behind those doors there was only about 1 meter space... but as I turned, I saw that in 90 degrees angle from doors direction there are broad stars up... everything was lighted in bright white light, but without visible light source. The stairs ended in great hall... there were sitting benches and a few dream zombies moving around without aim. Otherwise, the space was feature less. Wanting to go back, I turned, but those stairs disappeared- there was only featureless white wall at its place. I wasn't interested in those mindless people there. In retrospective, I could try to interact with them... maybe even try to have sex. But as nearly always I don't have such intentions when my lucidity is so strong. Not knowing what to do and not wanting to end the dream at that time, I decided that I will sit down and relax for some time. I was there tens of minutes of subjective time.

The surrounding changed and I found myself sitting in the bus driving to my village. The surrounding was familiar. It was night there. When the bus drove into my village I asked old woman which was sitting close by, where is the bus driving next. She told me that it is going to village where my friend lives. So I decided that I will not get off of it but I will try to visit her. Well the bus drove into unfamiliar surroundings, the place looked like one where I got often when I get lost in my LD and OBE experiences. I asked again whether this bus goes to her village, and the answer was yes. So I waited. And really, I saw the familiar scene- but there was marked difference- the right side of the road had about 80 degrees downwash, 100 meters or more deep, and at the bottom of that valley the shining yellow hot lava flowed. The left side looked like it should, but right side, where also my friend house stands wasn't there. Not even sidewalk was there. Parts of tarmac road was looking like it was running off to the valley. I resettled the dream not wanting to go there, trying to go to the right place.

Now, I was flying to friend's village. Everything looked OK. Till I got to her village- again, the right side of the road was deep valley. The difference was, that that valley didn't contain lava stream, but now it was full of trees. Even the steep sides. So I decided that I need to wake up to reset the dream properly. And I woke up.


Remarks:

* My wife wasn't too lucid there, more like typical dream zombie, but at least she reacted to me. Dream zombie is my term for people in lucid dreams and OBEs- those people look normal but are like automatons, or robots in their activities.
* My wife lamented about her age and looks night before, and I tried to persuade her that it doesn't matter to me and to our children and that we love her... this probably translated into dream.
*I went to sleep after long relaxation, so I wasn't tired... I was left with 4 hours of sleep left... and I was so focused that I decided to try the lucid dreaming or OBE if I would be able to. WILD came first here.
* Real time of this WILD was about 1 hour. I found that I wasn't tired being lucid for so long... but of those less than 3 hours of sleep I was left, I don't remember of any other dream. And I'm not feeling sleepy.