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Large community, lots of people. There are rumors about the end of the world. It doesn't bother me.

Statues of guardians or warriors all along the tall walls of the community.

I'm sitting in gravel, next to a road that leads to the canteen. Some old woman is talking about the apocalypse, eating ramen.

I run my fingers through the gravel and find out it is full of smooth metal objects - mostly large black keys.

There are also small copper horse and salamander statues.

I love the keys because they are so smooth and mysterious and I really want to keep one.

I'm not lucid at all and yet I'm thinking "I wish I could take this key and bring it with me to the waking life...."

....?

1. I was walking on a street in what appeared to be another country and time. This was a little town street with paver streets and chickens and goats running around everywhere. It looked like little thatch roof buildings that were for businesses and shopping. I admired the details of this dream, I could feel it was a little breezy and a little cool. I had an itch in my ear and I went to itch it when my finger went into my head, I wasn't sure if this was like the RC where your finger goes through your hand or if I was invisible, but I came to the conclusion it must have been my IRL ear not my dream ear, but because I thought of invisible I decide to try out that new power I was taught. I go to the grassy open field behind the little buildings and start to do my new invisible dance (by the way this is not handy and I need to find out how to do this quickly if I need to but I go along with it) and immediately as I start to put my hands out and in to each other a little white ball appears, as I do it two more times it grows each time, I think hmmm it is growing each time let me try more to see if it gets bigger, and I bring my hands in three more times, the ball is now only the size of a baseball which is smaller than it was when I was learning. I feel my power is already starting to dwindle. I continue my dance which is really quite fast and fluid. I don't feel any different. It appears that there is a clear bubble around me, about 3 inches from my body all over outlining me, not like a round bubble. I can still see myself. I am not sure this is working so figure I will go try it out and see if anyone notices me. I walk back into the town and all I see are chickens and goats. I try opening a door on one of the places and it is locked. Then I see someone on a wooden bench who is sitting reading a paper and the paper is all up straight even in the breeze, it doesn't flap at all. I walk close to the person who I can't tell if they are male or female because they are wearing a long tan trench coat with a rain hat? (it matches the coat) and I can't see their face behind the paper. As I get in front of them I can hear them reading the paper and somehow see the front of the paper like it is a news clip from a computer. "Man who dreamt he got into the casket with his dead son dies of natural causes". That is strange and immediately wonder what that means. It goes on to explain that he told his friends and family that he felt so close to his son in that dream that he would prefer to be with his son than live in this hell. His family thought maybe he committed suicide but I guess they determined he had a stroke in his sleep and died peacefully. So much for getting to test out my invisible power, instead it was some other kind of strange power.

2. I was running all around with a little girl who said she had to have a Double-Two mattress. All her friends had one and she needed to find one. We were going all over looking for her double two and finally she found it. It was a little bigger than a twin but really high up like two mattresses piled on top of each other.

A Harry Potter themed dream where most of the gang had been locked up and thrown into a pit. Whoever had done so had employed Mad-Eye Moody as a guard. A pidgeon flew down into the pit and the gang started playing with it. This really set off Moddy for some reason and he began ordering the prisoners not to play with it, until he determined it was safe. Whilst he was distracted, some of the heroes who weren't locked up attacked him, knocking him unconscious. Just before he went, he muttered something about foreshadowing. Even in the dream, I found that a bit strange (I'm an observer, in this one.) The crew clamboured out of the pit and started running down a hallway, where thay, for some reason, turned into the main characters from Futurama. Also with them was another decapodian who didn't seem to like Zoidberg all that much (but then who does?). When they reached the end, Leela made mention of a narrator who had apparently just died. Never heard him actually narate.

A brief snippet of me in alleyway with the sixth doctor at one end and one of the other incarnations at the other. There was also a long narrative involving the twelth doctor and Clara, but I can't rember anything about that other than it happened and it may have also bought a few of my old friends from high school.

I was a researcher in the SCP Foundation, and was working alongside a senior researcher. He was terse and did not seem like much for conversation as we worked, but slowly he started talking to me about something that had been agitating since and driving him insane and his thought that an SCP had breached containment, and everyone but him forgot. I put forth a suggestion that he might just be growing paranoid from work stress. In which he replied "Oh.... that's a possibility. I shouldn't have called in the secret nuke strike then."

Cue us all getting in a car to evacuate the city as a nuke is on the way to destroy the site and the nearby areas. I switched to a child again and the researchers became my elementary boarding school friends. We arrived at the shelter which just looked like a very posh summer resort, with a courtyard in the middle. Me and a few got inside but everyone else was vaporized as the nuke hit, so we quickly shut the door. The shelter went into full lockdown and covered all the openings in the house.

Later, as the dust cloud wore off, it started raining acid rain. The shelter reopened again. I asked the supervisor whether it was safe to open the shelter to the elements, and she told me that the radiation will not penetrate the general idea of the shelter, although the acid rain will.

Afternoon nap.

I'm in a narrow room, looking towards the open door. Second wing of the door has glass in it and is closed. Through that glass I see a guy crab-walk towards the door, aiming a rifle at the door.

He comes in, aiming the rifle at me now. I say that I hope wh would not shoot an unarmed person. He says to his shoulder mounted radio "did you get him"? I know he is talking about my cat and that they got him. I walk up to him and said "If you as much as touch him, I will kill you." I started to wake up, but I still had time to play a scenario where I stepped to him, yanked the rifle from him and rifle butted him in a chin with an uppercut. There.

My dream was just too complicated to explain. But the jest of it was me being in a street & suddenly I was in the middle of a wave pool. I wasn't wet & my kids & grand kids were there bobbing as I was but our heads were all above water. I became lucid when I felt the buoyancy & felt completely dry, not to mention the fact that I was in the middle of the street when I appeared in the wave pool. I felt it was a positive thing meaning that everything was going to be okay w/ things in my life in loo of recent family events.

Off and on sleep at around 11am, when I noticed my body was very sleepy and I knew I was about to go into either SP or a lucid. So, I thought to myself 'okay let's go lucid' as my body started to feel that numbing high feeling that comes with lucid sometimes. I needed to create a dream scene, so I decided on the skydiving example that I've used in the past. For a moment, I could see the open door of a plane and blue sky out of it, but then that faded quickly. I tried to imagine another scene. For some reason, a girls face appeared in front of my view. She was blue and had darker hair, I couldn't make out any of the details in her face but I've seen her before, probably in the same way as last time, coming into a lucid.

The girl's face fades away, and now I appear in my room from Mechanicsville, except the bed is against my window looking at the wall. The first thing I notice is my hands. I flip them over a couple of times. I notice that the room is very dark, so I shout "illuminate!" but nothing happens. I can sort of tell that the dream is collapsing, so I tell myself "no" and start rubbing my hands together. I can feel friction, and the dream stabilizes. Next, I look up at the ceiling fan and shout "illuminate!" again, and this time the room flickers and then lights up. I celebrate to myself and then decide I was going to go look at myself in the mirror because the image is fucked up in dreams. So I walk into the hallway and into the bathroom. There, I see myself in the reflection, except it's like I'm in a carnival fun house or something where the mirrors distort how you're shaped. I get up close and see my face is all smooshed together and I laugh. Then, I remember that IRL I wrote an "A" on my left hand for the "awake" reality check. I looked down at my left hand and see that where there was an "A", there was just a semi-circle with some lines coming off of it. Then, I noticed under that symbol the words "A MOOSE OWWES" written in red pen. This confuses me one because I thought that people couldn't read in lucid dreams and two that sentence doesn't make any sense at all.

After that, I walk downstairs but halfway through need to take a seat because the dream is collapsing. I rub my hands again and shout "illuminate." I can hear my mom yelling at me from the kitchen. She's telling me that I'm going to distract my sister who is sitting at our counter doing some sort of puzzle. I walk past them and then the dream collapsed.

Sun, 06 Nov 2016:

1040pm-210am(like 3:10am) [email protected] with time change!!

225am 2x alpha gpc (600mg) after first recording dreams from 1st part of night.

(Stay up 55 minutes more and then take…)

320am 8mg galantamine + 500mg choline

Wake ~630am finish writing quick notes 7am

(2 previous attempts had gpc 1.5 hours before the g+c=terrific results also; and 1 hour before=quite good result. So anywhere from 55 minutes to 90 minutes between the gpc and the g+c is producing nice results)

Only posting the occasional LD here on DV, too time consuming.


*Phone screen app tease, doesn't finish loading, aha phone not working right, must be a dream, vibrate float around vaulted ceiling for a good while. This was DILD in first REM segment after WBTB.


*Epic LD!! (2nd REM segment after waking from first, WILD style entry with vibrations)


flying while singing-2songs with the background music-mostly the classic fly like an eagle - The Steve Miller Band, switch=i want to get away-I want to fly away-Lenny Kravitz, switch-back to classic song when Kravitz song doesn't have the same exhilarating effect. Flying, singing and enjoying the music for a good while.



ocean view!!! amazing view down a good size drop off, sunny day, people in the water and on the beach so colorful I was almost in tears at the beautiful, consistent, lasting scene my dreaming mind was providing to the point that I got concerned about dream stability due to the strong emotions. I calmed myself and then started to edge my way down to that beach but visual issues so I flew back up to the busy market scene I started from.


Cousin M and another cousin. I enjoy seeing them. It feels as heartwarming as if we were actually together and not many many miles apart.

I meet a beautiful young lady maybe only 19 or 20. We are attracted to each other but I am not as sexually charged as other times. She tells me she is a virgin. I asked her if she wanted me to show her the ropes. So cute-she said not yet-I say okay-Let's meet BackHereInDreamlandEveryYear around the Summer until you are ready.

I meet another mate and she is game to have sex but says that her boyfriend is controlling and won't like it so I will have to take care of him first. I say show me where he is. She takes me a short distance to the covered but open structure where it is a little dark inside and her boyfriend is there with a guy and they seem to be having sex. There is also another set of 2 guys seemingly having sex also. The boyfriend sees me with her and he comes out wanting to fight and I smash his head with one powerful clap, more like a cartoon smash with no gruesome effects. The other 3 guys come out to challenge me and I do the same exact thing to each of them, dispatching with them quickly so I can get back to sex with my new "girlfriend."

Handsome face slap. I see a DC guy with a strikingly handsome face and I give him a friendly light slap on his handsome mug. I say I am not into you but damn you are a handsome looking guy.

I see a mirror and take a look. The visuals of me in the mirror are distorted. I think of goal/peg#4 show me the best way to have more lucid dreams-I see a version of me graying and wearing glasses…hmm…are they reading glasses maybe suggesting to read more? (now I think it could represent time, I can have more LD's by simply putting in more time, with the passing of time). I tell one of the DC's: next time tell me this is dream and for me to look at my hands. I repeat this 4-5 times and practice looking at my hands in the dream where it may be better reinforced I am thinking.

I see another mirror on the left side of the room and interested to see what I get and this time I am a blondish graying woman in a old fashioned dress that looks like it might be a traditional dress from Europe, maybe Holland but it is not very decorative or fancy. I open up my dress just to see what's underneath but get interrupted. A lady much like the one in the mirror is telling me where she is from and what her name is. I think I could look this up later. I summon a pen and paper and start writing the details. I tell her I can't bring this paper back to the waking world but I can memorize it better once I write it down and I can show you my written understanding of what you said. Her first name I had to rewrite a few times but in the end it was "Pots." I thought during the dream how that is "stop" spelled backwards but ignored that and kept trying to make progress, hoping to get something I can look up when I wake. There was her last name given too but it has slipped from my recall. At first she seemed to indicate she was from the early 1900's (before 1910, seems it was 1908 or 1906) but later she was giving me details that were tied to some time in the 1730's (thinking 1733 or 1737). I wasn't sure what I was missing between the two sets of vastly different time periods there but perhaps it's just the way numbers and words can change in dreams, but at least it wasn't gibberish.


I wake feeling like I had an hour of lucid dreaming but there are memory gaps in the above.

#500 - DILD

I am going to a Halloween party but I have to go #2 really bad. Since we are not far from the house, I decide just to drop my wife and kids and go home to poop. I don't why.

I drive away and end up in a grocery store. I pass by M who I haven't seen or spoken to in ages. She looks amazing and her hair looks radiant. We say some greeting and I ask how she is doing and leave. I reminisce about the past for a moment as I sit on a toilet.

As usual, the whole experience of dream pooping gets messy and out of control. And, as usual, the I notice how open I was in the room with toilets, but no stall wall. Basically, it's a large room with toilets setting out in the open. Kelly from work walks in and makes some comment about me just shitting right in the open. I tell her I had no choice, it's how they made the place. Then I run out of toilet paper and start wiping with torn magazine.

Suddenly, I realize how dream like this all is and do a nose plug. I have to do several nose plugs, because I have a hard time believing its a dream. After a moment, accept this and move out the bathroom to explore some random hallways for a while.The dream fades and I wake up.

I really need to start looking at TOTM or have some written goals. I was hoping for a better dream for my 500th.

#499 - DILD

I forgot much of this dream but as some point I become aware that I am dreaming and take a car for a joyride. I got it going super fast and felt G-forces in my stomach as I hit hills. Like always I marvel how the mind can fill in physical effects straight from dream visual. The road fades and I wake up.

It was a warm summer day. With younger sister we were in some beautiful coastal city. Then suddenly we were in our house with with rest of family, we were sitting on a sofa in kitchen and talking about something. Suddenly we've heard sirens and everyone started to panic. Soldiers quickly approached our house and started a shootout. Planes were dropping bombs on my house and it's surroundings. Avoiding bullets, bombs and explosions I've ran into a doghouse, picking up some old pistol from second world war era. With dog we were sitting quietly. The dog looked at me and I saw that he somewhat smiled to me. I heard someone coming closer and pointed my gun, awaiting.

Bed @ 2315
Woke @ 0120

Assault preparations
I'm watching preparations for a major assault. At times, it seems to be for a war game, while at others, it's for real.

Some soldiers are speaking to a native. He's small, emaciated, and painted to make him look like a skeleton. Between the paint and emaciation, he pulls off the skeleton look pretty accurately. He's telling the soldiers about the dangers of the next island, and especially of the natives who live there. They're much smaller, look like young children, and are incredibly dangerous. The soldiers will need to deal with them quickly or suffer a lot of casualties themselves.

I'm watching at base as some higher-ups are making their plans. They've had to wait a few more days to takes the islands than they'd planned on, but everything looks like it should line up for tomorrow, so they're preparing the offensive.


BTB @ 0145
Woke @ 0600

Impossible phone number
I'm out west, driving by myself, when a green car speeds by me. I give chase, not wanting to lose him, and call 911. I explain that I'm on such and such a road, following a dangerous car. I don't have authority to do it, so I expect I'll be getting a ticket, but I still feel that I'm doing my duty. Two police cars show up; one stays with me while the other chases after the green car (which is still somehow going very fast despite near-rush-hour conditions). I talk to the police officer for a minute, give him my name and number, and move on. It's all very cordial.

Now I'm home, sitting at my computer. I've gotten a message from another officer, and I'm trying to call him back; but there's both a 10 and an 11 in his phone number, and I can't figure out how to dial it. I try couple of things, including dialing only a 1 instead of the 10 or the 11, as well as trying to dial the whole 12-digit-long number, but neither one connects. I ask someone sitting nearby if he's ever heard of having a ten in a phone number, and he hasn't.

Now I'm somewhere else. I realize I still haven't gotten back with the police officer and that I'll probably get into trouble if it takes me much longer. I resolve to deal with it first thing when I get home. Now I'm going back to my car. A fire truck pulls into the parking lot, and I wonder if it's somehow related to me and my troubles. A heavyset fireman gets out and starts walking toward whatever I just came out of; nope, not here for me. Now I'm home again. I manage to call the first officer and leave a message explaining who I am and what's going on with the second officer.


Finding a car stereo
I'm driving, following Waze to get to a store which sells car stereo equipment. I'm almost there; but then I look at the map and see that it says that it'll be about another hour, and that the map is telling me to go back home the way I came. I don't understand what's going on. I look at it again and it's got an even longer estimate. I decide to ignore it for now and drive around where I am in hopes that I'll see a store that sells what I need. At first, I don't see anything except abandoned buildings; but eventually I run across a store that sells refurbished car parts. It doesn't say anything about audio, but I'm hopeful.

Now I'm inside, browsing. I'm getting discouraged since there's nothing here about audio at all. A woman approaches and asks if I need help and I explain what I'm looking for. Now we're looking at something she's pulled off a shelf, which turns out to be a car radio. It's very oddly shaped - kind of triangular. Unfortunately, it doesn't have a CD player built in. I explain I'm looking for one with a CD player as well as bluetooth. I keep looking around and find small packets of what claim to be speaker drivers for about a dollar each; I wonder if I can use these to fix the staticy speakers in my car.


Mannequin gel
I'm looking at two female mannequins which are standing in a giant block of a weird gel: if it gets disturbed, waves of green move out from the disturbance point. I switch my consciousness into one of the mannequins and move just slightly; then I switch into the other one and turn its head way to the left. I try to switch back to my own body but just end up in the first mannequin again. After flipping back and forth a few more times, moving each body a little more, I'm back in my body; unfortunately, I've managed to move both mannequins so much that the subtle / careful patterns I'd hoped to create are obliterated and the whole thing is a mess of green everywhere.


Industrial exploration
I'm with other people walking through a dark, abandoned industrial setting. We hear what sound like indistinct voices. A couple of my companions go off hunting and come back saying they found some people down in a hole/room that was blocked off by a piece of equipment. The people who were rescued seem to be a bit out of it but are generally OK. A tunnel/huge pipe goes off to my right, but I think it was used for some kind of waste product and I don't want to go into it.


Fragment: Something about weird goos and pipes, and a guy whose female doppelganger tells him how much better it is to be a girl.

+ living illustration: "Lemon Tree Mountain". I drew circles along the border of the circle in the upper right hand corner. The mountain was in the shape of a lemon tree. I had scratched "lemon tree" on the left side earlier, but it was hard to see since drawing on lemon doesn't show up strogly. Then I went back again to look at the writing and it was in brown now, as if oxidized and easier to read.

+ LUCIDD 219 LD#219 FA in a hotel bed (with best male friend [on a business trip?])
and I could see in the hallway that several of the paintings had been turned around the face the wall
I had a brief sense of foreboding about this, but then like "ahh...." and did a slow, careful nose pinch being pretty much already lucid, yep, then got up (some brief resistance but got up easily), stood by the sliding glass door [DREAM SIGN] covered by curtains so couldn't see outside, I thought "should I go outside and do some night flying?" nope, wanted more TOTMs. I woke my friend up with a shock "HEY MR GET UP!" he shocked awake suddenly and comically shot out of bed rolling on the ground with that "moving faster than possible in WL" dream-y movement I walked around the room, came across another room with a TV playing inappropriate sexual themed activities for young people (did a double take when I saw it, lots of oral activities going on), and a pretentious sounding announcer saying something like "The James McFadden collection, for when [something pretentious, like "...quality is not enough"]". I walked back into the bedroom where M was on the floor and I walked by him, spanking his butt once and it felt solid. I wanted M to show me how to stick your head in the ground for the TOTM, but the dream fades and I RC and I'm awake.

BTS

near WILD, get to the "noise" twice

+ CH back yard, neighbors invade part way on to lawn, sand piled up to a high net in between the gardens, I'm shocked like "Wait, WHEN did they do that?!"" girls were sitting in the sand playing, and the mother was nude sunbathing to the left, I see her butt and keep peeking at her. I'm holding a tablet with a picture of a girl on it and my son comes up and I quickly clear the picture, but he saw it and misinterpreted it as a picture of the girls in the sand, he said "nah, they're not pretty enough, or I'd take a video of them", I think his misunderstanding and statement are funny

+(f) [semi-lucid] ST (touching over clothes) with a hesitant girl

+(f) tacqueria

+(f) flexible guy, girl? criticizing him

- dream: This dream was a mess. Incredibly long and a lot of things happen. At first my girlfriend breaks with me. Then I'm busy saving another girl by a stalker; finally the girl was saved by someone else but I bring her with me on a hotel room and I have sex with her. Then I go to the room aside and discover that my girlfriend was there and could here everything, and she was very sad. I tell her that I want her back and this thing makes the other girl very sad. At the end I stay with the new girl but desire my girlfriend back.

This in extreme synthesis. It was never ending and it includes me going in places, doing actions and talking with people... Thing in common with the best dream:

- dream: I have to take a flight to the Netherlands, and I'm in Italy. I'm at the church and two guys push me out of the church in secret to ask me to join a body building competition, which I decline. I come back to the church to finish the mass and in the meanwhile I tell this to a friend. Then I go to a large gathering to take advantage of the catering service. Then I start to complain with my father that I want a proper lunch before to take the flight. Then I play football. Then I'm at the highschool where I'm the only student who understands the lesson and the professor asks me to help another student. Then my girlfriend comes in the lab complaining that I'm very late to take the flight, which I reply that I have an assignment and that I can take flight later...

Meh?

Strange dreams all night planning out the video I had to make today.The footage was from the government, and I was reliving all the shoots, all the processes. The dreams were of such an impatient nature that I'm now awake at 5:30 just to get a head start on this and be done with it.