Walking in reverse In a room, girls in party dresses walk past me for an upcomming party. One of them walks in one direction but advances in the other, as if slipping on ice. Fast brown cockroach Missing crushing a cockroach with a slipper, *something with the color brown* (FA) Write down the four dreams I just had, can't be bothered to write down two short dreams I had before my WBTB (cockroach and another one that I forgot). Pasta soccer Compilation of friends doing dangerous penalty kicks with raw fusilli pasta with so much power that it could make their noses or eyes bleed Murder in the engineer's garden A black man and a white woman in a garden, on the ground, they fight (in slow motion because their strength is decreasing). The woman stabs the man with a knife, who in turn stabs her with a piece of fusilli pasta. The woman takes out a gun but the man takes it and lies down on it, both die of their wounds. Then a guy arrives and sees their bodies, quickly heads back inside and calls the authorities. If I were him I would've locked the door (I imagine the black man waking up from the dead and entering the house). It is no longer the guy's house (who is an engineer) but that of a YouTuber. They meet and become friends. The YouTuber hosts him, the engineer streams League of Legends every day on his PC. Then I'm the engineer, at my parents house, and my parents call me. In the living room, they know that I am creating a machine that will revolutionize the world, the YouTuber told them. But they don't know that the engineer is actually me (Agthoëk). Cat ringtone At my parents house, in my bedroom, I hear an old friend riding his bike past my house, his phone is ringing, it's the Iphone ringtone cat version (which is glitching)
This time, meditated BEFORE going to bed, and didn't try WILD. Worked out well since I didn't have trouble falling asleep this time. Had another false awakening that I still didn't manage to catch. Never had this much FAs in my life Simon Cowell beatbox Simon Cowell (he has a beatbox name), with only one arm left, is number 1 in the GBB25: World League solo wildcards, he's beatboxing on the GBB stage with a can of food intead of the mic (holding it with his right shoulder, where he lost his arm), the audience loves his performance. Minecraft villager pain With friends, I hear a sound that reminds me of a Minecraft villager in pain. I tell my friends, but they don't care, so I look for the sound on the internet. A video of a villager in lava. I finally find one with the sound I'm looking for. (FA) *false awakening* I write down my dreams in the notes app. Almost stuck In a patch of water, maybe a pond, I'm in a swimsuit or swimming shorts. I join my mom, my sister and her 3 year-old daughter (who's starting to walk) at the beach. The child is running around, and almost gets stuck between the iron bars of a chair without a seat, but we let her get out on her own so she can learn to fend for herself.
Updated 04-20-2025 at 09:45 AM by 105272
1. (Fragment) I was waiting in a line somewhere. 2. Woke up, couldn't recall anything, decided to write down "No recall" in order to keep the habit going. It should be automatic anytime I wake up. 3. (Fragment) Man, that Disney trip I took earlier this month must've really permeated into my subconscious. I dreamed that I was at the Disney parks buying merch. In parentheses, I have written (x2-3). I do not remember what this means. 4. Full Lucid DILD: Here we go. I woke up at 5 AM, but my alarm wasn't until 5:15 AM, so I went back to sleep and immediately slipped into this dream. Started out non-lucid. I was walking around San Diego, carrying a large body pillow with an anthropomorphic character on it. I was feeling rather self-conscious, like WHY do I have this and WHY am I walking around town with it? A car drove by and I felt even more embarrassed, like can't I at least take this thing back to my hotel room? Then I thought "Ah yes, I can teleport. I will teleport back to the hotel room now." So I did. I appeared back in the hotel room. There were bottles of lotion (of course ) and unpacked luggage in a pretty big room, and my cousin's stuff was there too. Great, so now my cousin is going to know about this giant body pillow. I then idly realized that teleporting is not a thing that can happen in waking reality. Hmm... OH -- -- LUCIDITY. So, my first instinct was to teleport again, onto a roller coaster. It was wooden. As I was going up the lift hill, T. was there in the seat next to me. We were not in the front seat -- closer to the back. I then remembered -- oh yes, the competition, and my 3-step tasks! I summoned a clarinet and immediately played an F-concert scale (G Major in clarinet transposition) on the roller coaster. Then I played some random crap; I can't remember what. My brain was not entirely clear -- I remember thinking "well I don't want to drop the clarinet off the roller coaster" but then logic snapped back into place. The scene was somewhat fuzzy, and not as vivid as I might have hoped. I was going to start stabilizing, and then figured I would try flying after I had finished on the roller coaster. But, then my alarm went off. (It was nice and cold in my room, which is rare, because I live with my brother who is always cold, whereas I am always hot. Apparently, he finally didn't touch the thermostat. :v I think that helped a lot with my sleep quality.) ___ I also finally signed up for the DreamViews Discord server. I didn't realize we had one, even though it has presumably been linked up top for a long time. I had already hit the Nitro limit of 200 servers (thanks ADHD) but finally found an inactive one that has been mostly dead since 2021 that I didn't mind leaving.
Well Gardens They grow gardens in egress window wells, peas, daisies, sunflowers. Snap the occasional sunflower stem to free up room for the others. "We need vegetables," I tell the residents of this flowery place. They make more windows, wells, little garden plots in which to grow some food. Concerning Cryptids He runs a podcast, Concerning Cryptids, live from his garage. A child, deputy and I are invited to tell of the time a dragon soared the sky. Our host is nowhere to be seen. Bored, we snoop and find an alter, piles of batteries, dismantled machines. Battery acid spills across my hand. Rinse in a bowl of water on the alter. Impatiently we wait hosts arrival. Burrs & Thorns A sister and I hike through a forest then through a field. Climb down a hill bristling with burrs. Invasive seed pods now adorn our clothes like shining patterns of beadwork. Too much time is spent ripping out burrs. Notice then that my feet are barren. Pull out the sticks and the deeply hooked thorns. Continue on. Our grandmother's lies tucked in the trees another half a day ahead. Fragment: On a too full train I continuously switch cars, looking for one not as stuffy HGI (WBTB) Two triangles merge together to form a circle with a sphere inside
Finally!!! Didn't accomplish much task-wise but am grateful for the lucidity. A tiny restaurant looks larger by way of mirrored walls. Waiting for some friend, check my reflection. I am not myself. 'Maybe dreaming?'. Press fingers through mirror. "Dreaming!" Stand. Leap through the looking glass into a monstrous, dark cavern. A beast that may be the bastard child of Godzilla and a Balrog, glares, growls, attacks. Retreat backward through the mirror. Trembling fingers reality check. Dreaming. Clasp hands. Calm. Collect wits and lucidity. Dreaming. Must face the beast. Leap through the mirror, come what may. But there is no cavern, only a courtroom. Victims crowd the jury box. Smug grin greets from the witness stand. "Oh for fucksake. Did I molest you too?" the witness asks, mildly irritated. "I don't even know you," I confess... then add, "You will always tell the truth." Inquire about his crimes. He admits guilt, to his own astonishment. I leap, a foolish and over dramatic fling. He and I are face to face. Twist and tear his head from body. It is like tearing cardboard. "You killed me! You killed me!" echoes his wet, gurgling scream. Standing ovation from the jury. Stare the head straight in the eyes. "Stay alive," I command. Toss the trash to the floor. Now rises panic. Need to escape. No mirrors seen. Calm. Be calm. Think. See my hands stained with sketchy tattoos. Strange. Interesting. Yes. Still dreaming. Find a way out. A door! Rip it open expecting the bastard beast. Instead, a Star Wars like city glitters far below. Exhilaration surges. Leap. Ferocious freefall. Land on a daylit outdoor stage. "You're going to sing for us!" squeals a someone from behind. Turn. Two of the jurors are there. They followed? Shake off surprise. "I don't sing anymore." Pace and struggle to remember dream goals. Dream goals. Dream goals. Feel morning creeping nearer. "This is someone else's dream," Lady stalker states. "How do you know?" I ask, startled from the silent struggle. "The smell," Male stalker says, as if its common knowledge. "Don't you ever smell where you are?" Lady asks. "No." I feel weird about this conversation. "Smell now," Lady commands. Inhale deeply. Smell nothing. Wonder about sensations. Search for a swallow of this dream. Stalkers follow chattering about the importance of smell. Lose lucidity while wading through the concert swell. Team Robot - Spring Competition 2025
Silverlight: I have a false-awakening at the previous house I was renting [1a]. Out of habit I do a nose-RC and I become lucid. I noticed that my vision was dark, so I start trying to stabilize the dream. I recall that I memorized "EV" as an acronym to help me remember what to do. From the edge of my memory: Engage. Verbalize. EV. So, I start rubbing my bare hands and feet against the carpet and walls, saying "I'm rubbing the carpet, this is a dream." "I'm rubbing the walls, this is a dream." "I'm rubbing the carpet, this is a dream." Fortunately for me, my vision comes back. It worked [2]. I go out into the living room and I see my lost passed away Grandma M walking by. I don't engage with her, but we do make eye-contact. I remark to myself how strange lucid dreaming is. Stabilization continues, like I'm a weirdo rubbing and chanting. I start trying to remember what my goals are. I recall that one of them is to "will text into something specific." So I start looking for text somewhere in the house. I find an odd clock-like structure on the wall with painted calligraphy words on it instead of numbers. I look at it, and the words are nonsense to begin with. I pick a random one, look away, think about the word "ass", wait a moment, and then look back. It has changed into another nonsense word. I try the same process again, and this time it works. I see "ass" in fancy light blue calligraphy lettering on the clock [3]. Check. What else should I do? Eating is worth points I think? I go to the kitchen looking for food. I find the fridge, but there is a couch partially blocking the door. My brother is sitting on the couch. I force the fridge door open anyway, knocking away the couch [4]. I find a plastic container with some strawberries in it. I think that maybe it will be cold and hurt my teeth, but I eat it anyway [5]. It tastes like nothing, not even cold. To be fair, I wasn't really focusing on it, so maybe that is why? Goals? What were they? ... I false awaken, but I catch it with a nose-RC. [1b] Back to it. EV. There's a brief scene with some naughtiness in the bedroom and living room, but I will leave out the details. I proceed back to the living room area, and this time I see my long passed away Grandpa R. I wave and say hello, and he vaguely acknowledges me, looking up and waving his hand [6]. I have a few more cycles of false awakenings, but I eventually remember that one of my goals is to travel to Silverlight (location mentioned by a DC in another LD). I remember the fridge from earlier and decide that it will be my doorway. I think about a forest on the other side of the door and open it. No luck. I try again, and this time it is definitely a fridge inside, but there is a purplish glow at the back. I decide that, this time, I'm not taking no for an answer. I run into the fridge, contorting my body to fit. Super cramped. I push through, forcing a dream transition. The next thing I know, I'm trapped, feeling claustrophobic, floating in water. I can see daylight leaking through the gaps in the door hinge. Fighting for my life, I smash my way out and get on top of the fridge. Looking around, I'm in a river in a forest clearing during the day. Mission accomplished [7]. There is a medieval looking army camp straight ahead. I see goblins and humans are in some sort of battle. I notice that as I look around, there is a symphonic film soundtrack playing in the background. It evokes a sense of wonder that matches and amplifies what I am feeling perfectly. I notice on my left, there are some Aztec-looking aged steps going up. The were large, about 8 foot high and 10 foot wide per step. I fly over there to get a closer look as the daylight begins to fade [8]. The steps are large enough that I need to fly a bit to get over them. I reach the top and realize this is a defensive-sniper position. Without speaking, I think about how I imagined that Silverlight should have had white trees. There is a man there in military gear. Eyes are covered in shadow, facepaint lines under them. He responds, as if I had spoken, "Maybe it is called Silverlight because the trees light up at night." The music, which is still playing, swells in response to this statement. It sounds similar to "The Other Promise" from Kingdom Hearts II. The swell sounds specifically like 0:50 from this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9XljBWGrRQ Kingdom Hearts II: The Other Promise. https://media.discordapp.net/attachm...80&height=1320 AI Art: Overlooking Silverlight. As the music swells, the daylight fades completely and all the trees light up as if they have white/yellow Christmas lights on them. The sight of the lit trees from up above and hearing the music in time with them might be the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced in a lucid dream. I wake up. [1ab] Catch a False Awakening x 2. [2] Reality Check / Stabilization. [3] Personal Goal: Will text into something specific. [4] Super Strength. [5] Eat/Drink Something. [6] Interact with a Dream Character. [7] Personal Goal: Travel to Silverlight / Teleport. [8] Fly.
Updated 04-19-2025 at 10:38 PM by 99808
Tell Me: I'm at what looks like my current primary doctor's office. I do a nose RC out of habit and become lucid. Mark Zuckerburg is there in a lab coat. I quickly tell him "The next time I'm dreaming, tell me!" He doesn't react to that. Fragment: I've lost lucidity and I'm riding in the back of a bus. I'm in a futuristic city. Overhead I see a party of people in a flying machine. The seats are facing each other. It is moving precariously up and down. Fragment: I'm riding over water in a Minecraft-like environment. Fragment: I'm moving furniture. The Right Choice: I'm at my grandma's old condo, the one with the stairs on the left side, with the alcove above and the smaller living room on the right. I'm in bed with my lead at work's wife, JP. She kisses me, and I ask her if this is OK, she says "definitely not". I turn her down and leave the bed.
Updated 04-19-2025 at 09:12 PM by 99808
Diving: I'm on a dive somewhere tropical with an instructor and my girlfriend. She has gotten lost somewhere dark. There are some logistical barriers between the two dives we are allowed to have. I'm not allowed to go and look for her until the second dive, which is a long time away. ... I false-awaken into the hotel room and start recording the previous dream on my phone's microphone. I need to take a shower, but I can't because somebody is in there. I went out into the living area, and my girlfriend is getting ready for work. There are some broken cups and dishes on the floor but she didn't seem concerned. Back in the sleeping area, and the bed is gone but there is a couch in its place. I have a phone conversation with an AI that is trying to force me to order pizza. My dad and brother are there too, with two puppies. ... I false awake again, and find myself wandering around the living room. I remember that I don't have time to be wasting, and remind myself that I should be getting ready to go to the badging office. I realize the situation is odd, and that triggers me to do a hands RC. I see that I have an extra finger on my right hand. I become lucid. But the dream is fading fast, and I wake up.
Updated 04-19-2025 at 06:38 PM by 99808
Meditated while attempting WILD, couldn't fall asleep, ended up on my phone until 2AM... The WILD gods are stopping me from LDing... A trip to the infirmary I'm a cashier, a man shouts : he hurt his finger (just a small bleeding cut). I call my collegue on the phone, he tells me where the vehicle is to take the man to the infirmary : it's an electric forklift situated in a pallet with other stuff inside. A guy who works here wants to help me take the vehicle off the pallet. Then I'm in the break room, I eat chocolate pieces (easter bunny and some others)
Before my big lucid dream, I was dreaming that my company hired a growth hacker from Scandinavia and rebranded our business to be all pink. She had a lot of pets and her husky liked me. Then a massive tank or something like that rolled through and I went to hide under my bed (bc surprise surprise, every dream takes place in my apartment ). I woke up, entered sleep paralysis, and witnessed for the first time my desired dream scene LOADING in front of me. It worked like how a printer does - loaded in from the left to the right, and each turn made it clearer and clearer until I was fully in the scene. I was in a beach house. It felt so real that I was disappointed when I did a reality check and realised it was a dream. I went outside to explore. The garden looked like my parents' garden. Although the dream was stable, I literally licked the brick wall to stabilise myself and it worked. I saw a man in the garden and turns out he was my dream boyfriend (why do my dreams always assign me boyfriends smh). I said hello to him and told him I'd speak to him shortly as I needed to complete my second dream task - partial transformation. I looked in my reflection in the window and saw my skin become more tan and my eyes turn green. Satisfied with that, I needed to complete my third task - teleporting. However, my dream boyfriend wanted to chat to me and came up to me with some eggs. He started asking me if I knew that his ex cheated on him and I launched into this very deep speech about how you trust someone with no exceptions until they do something then you never trust them with no exceptions. Satisfied, he let me attempt to teleport. I held his hand for moral support and asked him to help me. He was confused but supportive. I affirmed I'd teleport to the void, and I did enter darkness, but really it was just me waking up and seeing the blackness behind my closed eyes. Image (I was happier than this in the dream but chat gpt is not being cooperative today):
Me and a friend were taking this elevator down. I’m not sure exactly what was going on—maybe zombies on each floor or something. As we descended, the floor numbers actually went *up*, so we started at Floor 1. Floor 1 was pretty easy. The swords we were using cut through the bodies really well—we were basically one-shotting everything. On **Floor 2**, things got a bit more difficult. At some point, we were told that we could go back into the elevator and ride it back up if we wanted to leave. But if we tried a floor we couldn’t handle, we could die and lose everything. So we were a little cautious. By the time we got to **Floor 3**, it got rough. Zombies (or whatever they were) weren’t dying in one hit anymore. It took multiple strikes, and we had to use teamwork. Things were getting dicey, so we went back up. I think the floor above was a school or something. Later on, my friend told me that we missed a **secret on Floor 3**—a hidden entrance. I went back down by myself to check it out. Before that, I was just kind of walking around. Apparently, we were part of a secret group killing these things, and no one else knew. So it was me and a few insiders—like a covert squad. While I was doing recon near the elevator, trying to get a sense of how bad **Floor 4** might be, I overheard some goons talking. They were complaining that their floor wasn’t as nice as “the clean room,” which, apparently, was what Floor 3 was. A clean room? Before I went back down, one of my hacker friends was gathering intel. I don’t remember what came of that. Eventually, I found the secret area. It was a really **liminal space**—like an indoor mall with a ceiling painted blue to mimic the sky. It was clearly abandoned. There was a bike there that somehow still worked, even though its front wheel turned in the opposite direction of the handlebars. There was also a longboard, similar to the one I have in real life but with different wheels. While exploring, I think I found the **leader**. He had this portal ability and was surprisingly friendly. I started asking him questions—trying to figure out his motivations. I don’t remember exactly what he said, but at some point, I thought, *“You know what? That’s so stupid, it’s kind of admirable.”* We shook hands. He didn’t attack or anything. He actually helped me get back home. Apparently, you can drive back home from there—but I think he just **ported me** using his portal rings. Those rings were really cool—purple smoke, and you couldn’t see through them. Kind of like a certain Pokémon’s ability. I got the impression this guy would beat me in a fight, but his motivations were more complicated than I thought. I even asked him, “Hey, you don’t need to teach me everything, but in a couple of sentences, how do you do the portal thing?” I *really* wish I could remember what he said. When I got back, I found out some interesting stuff: - He had lied to me. - He was actually the father of the girl on my team—the hacker. - And apparently, he used some kind of Genjutsu ability, but it didn’t work on me because I wasn’t present when he activated it. I remember thinking at the time, “There’s no way to know if anything he said was true, but then... why be so nice to me?" Now that I think about it... that guy was Aizen from Bleach. I’m not sure if he created the zombies—or whatever we were fighting. Honestly, I don’t even know if they *were* zombies. Just... things we were slashing. Bad people? Question mark?
I'm at a small airport in some kind of tropical place. I'm leaving to go back home and trying to find the correct gate for my flight. Everything is fixed, that is, each gate is set permanently for where a flight is going to and have the city names printed on placards above each one. The airport is also divided into different sections for different airlines. I walk to the section where I came from but it's not the correct place for me now since I have a layover somewhere else going home.
All right, here we go. Only non-lucids, I fear. 1. This squirrel would hang out with us. Some sort of magical enchantment or technology had caused him to be able to talk with us. He talked and pretended to not be able to around strangers. He would also steal your sweets as you were eating them. Now, if another animal was reported to be able to talk, he would be extremely skeptical about this. Like nope, I'm the only talking animal around here. 2. Hypnagogic imagery. After waking up in the middle of the night and starting to fall back asleep, my brain repeating the following phrase: "We don't need to have the perfect family to talk. We just need a pair of tongs." It was accompanied by the sound of someone clicking tongs together. Oddly ominous. Or maybe I was just hungry for BBQ. 3. Illegible/gibberish. I fear I'm not gonna be able to count that. 4. Illegible/gibberish. What happens is sometimes when I am really tired waking up at night I think "no I must record!" and so I do but I fall asleep and my hand keeps writing gibberish. Well, it was worth a shot.
Recalled 3 dreams last night! Dream one I was in my apartment and one guy had also moved in because it was somehow legal for other people to buy part of your house without your permission and move in. I was angry that I had to be around someone constantly because my place is small, and I had to be super clean and do all the chores immediately to not get judged. I didn't even talk to him I was so mad. People were staring at me from the balcony across my place. Eventually we started chatting and became friends. It turned out he was a lyricist for Katy Perry lmao. Dream 2 Again my apartment. I was listening to a track and made fun of it for sounding like it was made in Garageband. Then my cat spilled ketchup everywhere and scared me. Dream 3 Some crazy man abducted me in my own apartment with his cat (which turned out to be my own cat) and told me we can only leave if we use a method of "spirulization" which involved using cones and spirals. I made my two cats a cone to drink water out of. We somehow manage to leave with a bunch of other people but he says he'll shoot us if we call the police or my dream boyfriend. It also turns out said dream boyfriend was a real estate social media influencer. Dream fragment I was going through people's instagrams from my old school and saw a post from 2016 even though it would've been 2011 at the time and it was of a song someone made in Spanish class. - All these dreams set in my apartment and I still didn't sus out I was dreaming!
some things happened before that I don't remember. At the same time, however, this happened. Me and other family members, like my brother, were creating a "modified human" (I don't know how to say it better), increasing his stats beyond measure. His stats, in fact, were quite high: resistant to practically everything, super strength... things like that. We kept him in a closed place, quite isolated, where he spent the rest of the day. In this place there were also other people, always with super powers but certainly much less dangerous than the first. He reminds me a lot of Accelerator from ToAru, both for his appearance, his behavior and his disproportionate strength; so I will call this patient "Ac". I and the others were quite worried about the behaviors that Ac could have taken, also because probably no one would have been able to stop him. It was night, and they were all sleeping. Me and two other people (including my brother) were in the lab, which could be reached by stairs (the shape of this structure is almost the same as the gym I go to irl) that also led to the sleeping area. Ac was there, but I felt like something had gone wrong. I started to get seriously worried. And sure enough, after a while of staring into the darkness, he arrives. Here is a quick timeskip, which brings the dream to when my brother was already physically blocking Ac on the way down. He had already thrown him to the ground and was trying to hold him while he tried to inject him with something. At this point, everything goes black. The light was on, so I should have been able to see. But the dream was blocking me. At this point, given the strange things that were happening + this blocking of vision, I realized that I was dreaming. I had realized it, but I was unconsciously continuing to follow the plot of the dream. I had to help, I had to do something. But I couldn't get this black out of my vision. I started to get really angry, also because it happened in other lucid dreams. I didn't want it to happen again. I started to scream, putting my hand on my face. "THIS IS MY DREAM! I DECIDE!". I kept repeating these words, but the dream didn't change, and this bothered me even more. I couldn't take it anymore. In the meantime I moved to the left, trying to reach my brother who was fighting. The more time passed, the angrier I got. "I decide what happens!!!". I started to see something, some kind of object with different control parameters in the corner where I had arrived. I kept feeling a strong anger inside me. Words can't describe the anger I was feeling. Finally, without realizing it, I started to see. I go to help. I knew Ac was incredibly strong, but I had to do something anyway. I held him by the shoulders and pushed him down, maintaining a constant strong pressure. In the meantime Ac was screaming, threatening us, grimacing, getting angry... but I couldn't let go for any reason. I turned to my brother, who was making the face of someone who was seriously trying hard. In those moments, a Gui appeared that presented some of Ac's stats, in particular those on resistance. We had made sure that he was resistant to several things, including Clash Royale cards. For example, there was resistance to the Rocket at maximum, like 9999, and the same thing for another card. From there I understood even better how strong Ac was. He tries to get up, but I manage to throw him back down. I see my brother take a syringe to inject him with something (I thought it was to make him even stronger, even if logically it had to be something like a sedative to block him). Ac, knowing this, gets even angrier and wriggles even more ferociously. He says "No, not that..." and in the meantime he was smiling; he was practically threatening us. He tries to get up again, but I stop him. I turn to see the injection. With his right hand he inserts the needle into Ac's left leg (?). It's all over. Some time has passed since this unplanned event happened. I was still in the lab, but this time with my father. Obviously the topic of conversation was Ac's rebellion. I tell him how his stats were at the maximum. Apparently my father had doubts about this experiment, and I had just given him a reason to complain. He says, in fact, that it was too dangerous. After this sentence, I start to think. When that accident happened, I was managing to block Ac with my strength. This meant that I was also very strong, in the worst case scenario a little less than Ac. I thought about this thing proudly, because I had blocked a monster. I also kept thinking about the accident. What if it had happened again?
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