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I had a pretty hard time sleeping this night. I rolled on my bed for hours while my mind was going over all kinds of nonsensical toughts. Sometimes I'd get lost in these weird toughts and then snap back and realise I still hadn't fall asleep. There was a point were I couldn't tell if I had already fallen asleep and woken up from a dream, which was pretty frustrating because I wanted to do a WBTB. Despite all that I finally had a dream.

Dream 1:
I was in class back in school and the teacher was, for some reason, asking us videogame questions. Everyone else was struggling to answer and I was getting all of them right. I remember one question being about Kirby and the other one being about the Pokémon Mudkip.

Some old classmate that I don't like started saying something that annoyed me, I got angry and started talking back, but noticed I was getting too out of hand and tried to regain my composure and just go along with him, I don't think he was that intent on making me mad, he was mostly joking around.

A while after thst, people started getting up and packing up their stuff. I noticed everyone had their PE uniforms on and asked some guy if it was PE class next and he confirmed it. I was kinda annoyed because I don't like PE, but I started packing up anyway. I noticed someone left a bag and some videogame controllers behind and I was asking around to find out who left it behind. I also remember seeing a friend who I didn't see in a long time and being happy.

I woke up, happy that I got some sleep and decided to try WILD, but fell asleep.

Dream 2:
I was in my room at night and got up out of bed. I started looking like at the shelfs beside my bed and picked up my Wii U gamepad controller. I then realise there was another one, and began to get very confused. I checked it to see if it had the hylian markings just like mine, which is a limited edition one, and indeed they were identical. I started tried to remember if I accidentaly took someone else's gamepad home with me by mistake, but I was very sure I didn't. I took both of them to the window, hoping the light from outside could help me examine them better, but it was still too dark. I went outside my room and stood by the table outside the kitchen, trying to work out what was happening there. I got suspicious that it was a dream and nose plug RC and I could breathe!

I looked at my hands and tried the finger method to remember my goals. Stabilize, find my DG and fly. I could remember all of them. I was actually amazed by the lifelike lucidity of this dream. I had never had a dream so vivid and lucid before, I basically had waking-level lucidity. I looked outside and it was still dark. I don't like being in the dark in my dreams, so I said something like "Time to rise, sun!" and clapped. The sun slowly started rising and things started to get brighter. I went to my grandmother's room and directly to the window. I teared out the protective window net so I could jump out. As I was preparing to jump out and fly, I had second-toughts and decided to pick up a rope to lower myself down, afraid that I might fall down. I found a rope, tied it somewhere and began descending. I tought it was a bit slow for my liking, but then decided that wasn't such a big deal.

Once I could touch the floor, I ran inside a house where I found a big TV. I called out for it, and static began to appear, then forming the word "Yes" on the screen. I interpreted that as "Yes, what is it?" and told it I was ready to meet my dream guide. Some words appeared on screen, as if it was trying to load something and Kermit the frog appeared on screen. He was the conductor of a train and was frantically pulling the whistle and pointing to the right. I tought the TV could only communicate with TV shows and stuff like that. I looked right and there was a door leading outside. I asked the TV if that was where I would find my DG and Kermit kept pulling the whistle and pointing in that direction. I got really excited and ran outside.

As soon as I was outside, I saw some guys running around and wrecking havock. They were dressed like old-west bandits, or at least that's what I tought because the bright red masks got my attention. I was pondering if I should chase them and remembered I'm in the dream hero league and probably should do some hero work. I also tought this might be a "trial" from my DG. I began chasing them down the street and they ran. Along the way I got worried by the dream destabilizing and stopped to do some stabilizing. I tried to feel a glass door. I then tought that by going through the door, the sensation might stabilize the dream, so I pushed my hands through the glass like I usually do. I pulled back and decided I should stabilize properly after dealing with the bandits.

I caught up with them and lifted my right arm up, thinking I should use my hero powers. It began charging up with some static (my power basically powers up any part of my body) and I puched one of the bandits on the guts. I started doing some crazy moves, like punching a guy up in the air, jumping and slamming him on another guy. My words here simply can't do justice to this scene, the movement was so fluid and vivid. Despite being pretty one-sided, it was an awesome fight. After I dealt with them, I found myself in a shopping. I saw a bunch of people eating pizza, which gave me a craving for pizza. This is where, unfortunately, I completely forget about my DG. I instead go inside a restaurant and aks the clerk at the cash register for some free pizza. I looked in my pockets trying to find some money, but didn't find anything, so I had to come up with some way to get free pizza. I tell her I'm from the Dream Hero League and heroes have "hero credit" which allow them to get free stuf. She argued there was no such thing. This woman was pretty grumpy and clearly didn't enjoy her job, which was annoying me. I said that yes, there was something like that and I put my finger on some kind of fingerprint scanner (I guess to confirm that I was a hero). Nothing happened and the woman said "... aaand my hand has been forced.". She started rambling about hating her life or something and I told her to see a psychologist or something like that. I walked away and lost lucidity at this point. I saw an ad for cheddar pizza play out for some reason, then the dream shifted to another woman who was prancing around in a farm along two white fences. Instead of being pointy, the fences had orbs on then, with some weird blue-green thing that was put over then, kinda like a swimming cap. She passed by some children putting the blue-green thing on the fences and at the end there was a kid putting it on her own head. At this point I woke up, excited because of the dream I just had.

Morning of October 17, 2016. Monday.



The time seems to be early afternoon in all the outdoor scenes. In the first scene I am in our residence but I am not sure where it is implied to be. Our youngest son Oliver has a large terrarium that extends from floor to ceiling though it looks like an aviary. It is directly in the corner of the left side of the room, about two and a half feet square. He seems cheerful. Zsuzsanna is concerned about him seeing the turtle he had brought home the day before. I look in and notice that the turtle seems propped against the back of the cage on the right. It is on its right side and a bite had seemingly been taken out of it, shell and all, probably by another animal in the cage. I am not sure what to do with it but Oliver does not notice.

My attention falls on weird animals in the cage. There are a few spiders with black disk-like bodies, the bodies of which are almost as big as my fist, though their legs are nearly three feet long. The legs are thin and closely paired so that it looks like they have four legs instead of eight. One seems positioned head down, its legs on two different large branches so that I mostly view it from the top of its body. I look to the right side and notice that the cage, at least on that side, is designed more like the front of a jail cell with the bars sparse enough for any of the animals to easily leave the cage. The side facing me does not seem of this appearance. I comment on how they could get out, but it does not bother me that much.

In the second scene, the personified preconscious appears as an unknown male of about my age and is presently sitting in another area of the room, though does not yet attain a more dominant presence. I watch three mole crickets crawling about on a pillow. Two are their natural color but the smallest of the three, in the middle, is pure white. I reflect on the idea of them possibly crawling on a person in their sleep, but there is not that much concern. A mole cricket is a tertiary dream sign that symbolizes going deeper into sleep in real-time, two of them symbolizing Zsuzsanna and I but the white one in the middle representing moon induction (circadian rhythms factor) and shared dreaming on the spiritual level as analogous to the Blue Pearl event (inviolable telepathy between soulmates, specifically twin flames as Zsuzsanna and I are).

The personified preconscious points to an unrealistically large detached crab spider head facing us from the right side of a pillow across the room on a bed perpendicular to the bed I had been looking at near the center of the room. “Something should be done about that head on the pillow,” he says. Despite this incredibly obvious dream sign of him directly exposing his role as the personified preconscious, my dream self remains completely clueless and no lucidity is triggered.

In the next scene, we end up in a small dimly lit room which has the essence of liminal space (even though I am not near waking yet). He sits on a wooden chair while I seem to sit cross-legged on the floor. I am facing him as he talks about money but he seems sarcastic about a certain business I do not know the name of (although he had apparently said it a few times but my dream self remains unaware of some of what he says). He seems to mimic advertisements and promotional gimmicks. “Make lots of money,” he says, mocking the original supposed speaker and waving his arms around seemingly in frustration. “Have you heard of Amway?” I ask him after watching and listening to his routine for several minutes. He glares at me as if I am unbelievably stupid and had not heard a word he had said, as Amway is apparently what he had been talking about all that time. I feel embarrassed but try to explain that I had heard him, though my pretense is not very convincing.

In the next scene I find myself near an intersection having apparently mowed our front lawn recently. My (fictional) house is on the street that is perpendicular from where I am standing near a bus stop. I contemplate how I have to mow this whole area, but after a short time, I realize that it is not my responsibility and the city council will do it at a later date. Despite being near the bus stop, I am not interested in (subliminally) shifting consciousness. However, five young people get off. They do not regard me at this time.

Despite my cursory faux memory and brief acknowledgement of my dream house (which seems vaguely based on the Loomis Street house though the rest of the area is not as such), I soon go into the backyard of our present house, though the gate is on the wrong side; at the north end of the fence near the southwest corner of our house instead of the south end near the northwest corner of our shed. A young unfamiliar black woman, who seems to be a teacher, is there with Zsuzsanna. Zsuzsanna has seemingly been given something that was stealthily taken from the personified preconscious. It seems conspiratorial. There are apparently two batches of mail-order pills. I take the two packages from Zsuzsanna’s left hand. One of them is a C4 manila envelope (yellow) padded with bubble-wrap and the other is a white C8 envelope with lesser bubble wrap. I open the larger package to find that it contains several cylindrical prescription bottles of pills of some kind. (None of us take prescription pills in real life.) There is also a receipt. I look at it and read it closely. “These pills cost eighty-six dollars a fortnight,” I say, seeing the total price listed as $86.00 under $79.95 and the shipping and handling fee of $6.05. “It's eighty-six.”

I fail to recall that eighty-six is the number implemented when the personified preconscious gives up on my non-lucid dream self (having “eighty-sixed me”), thus no coalescence, implicit or not, at the waking stage. This is validated by the fact it comes in the mail, which represents communication between dream self and whole conscious self identity.

The preconscious essence flows into the five children (and I do not focus on the fact that we have five children although these children are unfamiliar) who had gotten off the bus earlier and so naturally they approach our home to impose upon us to try to get me to either wake or become lucid. Zsuzsanna and I are sitting on chairs outside of our fence, our backs to it, our youngest daughter and youngest son sitting between us (which is not something we had ever actually done). A boy somehow throws a large mattress fairly high into the air above our heads (probably subliminally associated with our youngest son now sleeping on the top bunk of a bunk bed), but it misses us in coming down, landing immediately to Zsuzsanna’s right. I get the impression that he had been trying to throw the mattress over our fence (beyond liminal space and out of the immediate level of consciousness). I still do not grasp such an obvious dream sign. “Are you trying to kill someone…such as a baby?” I yell angrily at the boy.

The entire orientation soon changes without a clue on my part. We are now all in our backyard on our side of the fence yet the five children (who must have teleported with us) are now leaving through the gate, the boy somehow carrying the mattress again (which does not at all resolve logically from a conscious viewpoint since he is seemingly carrying it on his right side as he would a textbook). I am so angry that I decide to follow them. As soon as I step outside of the gate, my consciousness shifts into the waking stage and I realize I had been had.

... I had an earlier dream in which I became lucid... involving Drax the destroyer and space ships and fighting and... can't remember any specific details. Dammit


4.50am- 6.20am Medium LD
Looks like a blue pen has exploded all over my white shirt. The droplets of ink are tiny and in a spray pattern down the right side. I am in an unusual office made of several rooms. An unfamiliar DC asks if a particular chair pays tax. What on Earth are you talking about? Why would a chair pay tax? I ignore the stupid question and get on with my work.

On the desk is a notebook filled with pictures and cut out lines of printed text. There are names and captions for some of the pictures. Also, I can overhear a meeting going on in the room above. I try to drown it out by putting my headphones in. Hip hop music starts playing. I try to change the disc and realise the headphones aren't even connected to the player, but the music is directly in my ears not coming from the device.

I start walking out of the office, down a long corridor piled with crates and boxes. The song lyrics mention Men in Black, and the whole place starts rocking like a moving train. At the end of the corridor there is a room with no doors or windows. In the roof is a closed hatch.

As I lift the hatch up to escape the train, it occurs to me that this is all rather ridiculous. Must be a dream.

I decide to do the task of the month and reach into the pockets of my trousers. Both hands emerge with some kind of wrapped spring roll type food. Neat. I eat both and find they are indeed duck spring rolls. Not really sure what to do next, I phase through the side of the train and find myself in a town centre.

The area is brick paved and pedestrainised. People are strolling around and the street contains several shops. The closest one contains running gear. I start leaping over benches and the brick bases surrounding decorative trees. After a short bit of parkour, I wake up.

(I missed the first night)

[Night 2]

Dream 1 : In a little touristic town in asia, probably bangkok, some people and I were having fun jumping in a pool, from various heights, from wooden structures where are bars... This dream is tinted with naive ignorance and happiness, like childrens in holidays... [Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point]

WBTB = sucess [WBTB (success or failure) - 2 points]
WILD = fail

Dream 2 : I got teleported on a steep roof, on a big house, at night.
I have the subtle intuition that this is a dream, so I perform a RC (finger in palm) and succeed [Reality Check / Stabilization - 1 poin][First DILD of the Night - 10 points]. But, I'm half-lucid, that mean I try to convince other people in my dream that we are dreaming (people I know in daily life).
They tend to act like "weirdo automated puppet" with low awareness, so that they talk simple language, and act in a previsible/automatic way.
One guy, that I don't know in real life, seems to be aware of the situation (being in a dream) and look at me. I also say to him "heeey, we are in a dream!" and he look like me, like "pfff.. ahaha, beginner mistake..."[Interact with a Dream Character - 2 points].
Then, I just contemplate the vividness of the dream, in every details.

Dream 3 : In a youth hostel in London where I gone in real life,
I'm at the underground floor, where there is a bar, music, billiard and random tables. I'm about to leave the room, but a girl look at me.
I feel ridiculous because I'm eating a banana, and it's a pain cause there are some sorts of :
http://www.xaltyq.com/photo/pl253689...6gsm_12gsm.jpg
The girl laught. I pretend to be confident, and assume the fact that I'm eating a banana, and talk to here.
[Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point]

[Night 3]

WBTB = fail [WBTB (success or failure) - 2 points]
WILD = fail

Dream 1 : In my grandparent house, the ex-president of my country is swimming in the pool. There is also a polynesian familly, I guess the stepfamilly of the president.
[Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - ½ point]

Dream 2 : In my other grandparent house, I feel nostalgic and try to find objects that remind me my grand-father. I follow my intuition which bring me to this particular object. I can't remember what it is, but I know it would stand there in real life.
[Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - ½ point]

had a lot of fragments with some wakings over the night but didnt write anything down till morning.
after GF left the house i did SSILD and felt asleep again even though it was already 8:30 and i had around 9h of sleep... cant do this every day but yea... earned a decent lucid with not too much access to memory..

i cross a street with my brother. i think about jumping up a pretty high wall, some lucidity streams in. i see two pretty ugly women, fat and with a stupid look in their face hearing music thru earphones. one of them has one in her ear and one in her nose. all this results in me being lucid.
i sing a song about how stupid those two are and continue to move with my bother. i dont do any RC... but i jump up the wall i saw. my brother continues to walk on the pavement. i jump down where a gap in the wall is and smash down pretty hart on something loose on the ground. i smile to my brother and repeat it one more time. i jump next to him and start using TK. with a simple hand gesture i let a parking truck behind me levitate. i wonder shortly that its so easy but i keep going and "throw" it some meters in front of me on the pavement on a cat/dog of an owner... i instantly feel a little bad. but we keep moving and the car and the "accident" disappeared. i let a older chubby man float around and turn him in air. but i dont want to do any harm so i try to let him down softly on his feet but he has problems to stop turning around and so it needs some more seconds and mange to set him down save. we continue walking and i think about how to make some points... for some reason i just dont remember my 3 step task or any of my incubated goals what so ever.
so i decide to make some fire in my hands. as some of you know this is not a specialty of mine. while walking i imagine energy flow into my right hand and visualize a fire but its not working. to concentrate better i stop moving. and use both my hands. i hold them like i would hide a ball in between them and slowly pull them apart. i have a small flame in my right hand but i cant expand it and it turns off fast. i repeat it and my palm is burning a litte but again cant do anything with it. i concenrate a little more and now i have a small ball of fire in between my hands and while i pull them apart the fire is expanding. i hear a background noise that says something similar like " Plz dont do any fire here (so nothing starts burning) and nevertheless the pro guy who do flames is in town so there is nothing to win here" ignoring the voice i feel satisfied so far with my fire bending and i continue walking with my brother.
i tell him i want to hear some set of Sigil. while we approach a house (of a previous dream i think) i ask him if he could ask out loud for some music by sigil. he asks and as we enter the house i hear some music. we approach a girl and i ask her if we can turn on sigil and she answers "this is sigil already" i am not sure but go with it and listen a little. i ask loud what to do now. i think about my personal goals thinking if i already did one by coincidence but i cant remember any and remember to summon my cat. i know cant say what was first. the idea of summon my cat or the black cat that sits next to the door. i see it now and think yea that is not my cat. i want to make mine appear right infront of me. i make a wipe around with my hand and blur the background a little and try to see my cat. i see some patterns but not really a cat. i stop and see my cat sitting right next to ne black one. nice i call him and he comes to me. i pet him a little and decide to wake up what i do


so far not so satisfied with my commitment and outcome of the competition but i will try do to some decent daywork and incubate some cooler stuff. tomorrow i have to get up early so probably no lucid again... :/

Night with long preparation. Tried the 'catch the butterfly' technique, I got up to vibration and hallucinations (I was seeing the face of my cat) and hypnagogia and semi paralysis, but didn't manage to fall asleep. Then I had an unintentional wake back to bed. and...

- dream (lucid): I was in a dark room, doing something at the computer. I hear my girlfriend crying in another room, I went there and she was in the bed, complaining that I was hiding something. I was cuddling her and assuring her that it was not the case. A weird thing is that I could hear her breathing very loud even when she was talking (probably I was hearing my girlfriend next to me in RL). After a while I notice that something was quite odd in that house... because it was not my house! I don't live there, I was in an unknown house! So the solution comes: it's a dream! I immediately go out to see how was the outside and I remain speechless: I was in Iceland!!! (or probably in Netherlands, but I was thinking that I was in Iceland, and expectation is reality in the dreamworld, so...)
I try to run and to fly but I don't succeed. I can walk, but pretty heavily. I find three chairs in the garden, I throw them in the air to test the gravity: the chair were moving very lightly and planing pretty slowly, like there were baloons. I arrive to a forest. The sky was beautiful full of clouds and the forest full of vegetation. I try to summon a woman, but this attempt make my dream vanish. (I think that I'm done with summoning for the moment). I wake up.

- dream (lucid): this time I'm in my bedroom but something was off: the mirror reflected my image slightly out of sync. Enough to me to understand that it was a dream. So I'm in front of a mirror, what is the best way to go outside? Easy: entering in the mirror! Funny thing: part of the mirror was solid and part was a portal. I was using the solid part to facilitate my movements inside the dream. I find myself in the same forest of before. This time I can run and even fly. I was flying pretty slowly, but always next to the street. I was feeling incredibly free and happy. At a certain point I stop flying and I put my shoes out because I wanted to feel the ground. I could feeling very clearly in a very accurate representation. At a certain point a man and a hot blond woman come on a jeep. The man looks at me threatening and wants to attack me. I desire that I could not do anything bad to me and as soon as I was approaching me I found that I was dead. I go close to the woman to approach her but the dream vanishes.

What a fantastic night!

bedtime, approx 00:30

final wake: ~ 08:30

no middle of night water wakings

+ "stop playing with the wires inside the computer, you'll short it out!"
Inside close up view flying through "forest" of wires and add-in cards. My son (?) is moving wires around willy-nilly, and I tell him to stop that because he could easily short out his motherboard.

+ playing ping pong
I come up to a game in progress and will impress them with my prowess. My first serve goes off the table. I go later for a smash and hit the net? My next smash just barely climbs over the net but does make it

+ [longest, vivid] family/church camp, initiation, clipping the salad plant
I'm a new member in a (family?) group participating in a daily family-oriented camp/compound. They have daily meal calls where everybody participates. My group is making the salad or this day, and I observe as they clip two different potted plants at amazingly high speed. One plant has light/white flowers and at one point is butterflies, not leaves? They perform intricate designs on the leaves using small clippers on these plants.

+ [long, vivid] computer / health camp, observing jogging group, in bike ride on loop, Leader tells of Obi-Wan Kenobi cleaning up garbage
I'm looking down to the grounds of the area, from a high balcony/window. I see a group of joggers lead by a leader coming up a trail and going from left to right and continuing on for another lap. I lean forwards with interest to check out the crowd. Then I'm among them and they're on bicycles. The handlebars are odd, sort of curly like old ten-speeds but not quite the same, and the cyclers lock their arms underneath the handles in a way that I think gives very little maneuverability. We're heading out for another lap around the compound. The leader calls out for everybody to keep up the pace, one speed, regardless of the terrain. The bikes are single gear and we're heading up a hill and I think this is going to be a long, hard bike trip, but I realize the path is not as long as I feared. The leader is talking about how Obi-Wan Kenobi is the best jedi because he always takes time from his day to clean up the garbage floating in a body of water.
Later I'm walking into a room, and I'm thinking about & talking about how I left one company where I worked after working for a short while, I felt a bit bad about that but was dedicated to moving on. There are guys & girls sitting around, one guy asks me about the chip from my old company, he's asking me for the details of its bugs "in the thing in my bedroom". I answer "well that depends, what thing is that?" His wife chastises him saying "what are you talking about?

+ the demo guys have a laugh, as the demo program comes up and "barfs" ("bleah!") on the user
Starting out DO over (water?) at dusk (outside a large sports stadium?) there are two groups of two guys, one group to my right and one to my left. The group on the left is the demo guys, the ones responsible for those little programs that come bundled with the OS. Combination of them and me are saying to the others how important they are: "What's the first thing a user does with a new computer? They run the demo programs and they have to be fast. They must run absolutely locked to the monitor's high refresh rate!" Then there's a demo of such a program running in the air in front of me, a little widget that runs in the tray in the lower-right hand corner of the screen: a little wireframe plane of some sort that "dips down" to the bottom of the screen and scoops up (water?). It flies closer and repeat, and then it comes up right to the front of the screen and says "bleah!" making a barfing imitation onto the user. Both groups of guys and I laugh at this.

+ kissing the oracle booth girl, she doesn't know where the guy I'm asking about is, her face changes after the first question
There's a girl (long curly hair?) in a booth, I ask her "where is <some guy's name>?", she answers "I don't know" and I lean in and kiss her, brief but nice. I pull back and she's changed to another girl. I ask her again and again she doesn't know, so I lean in and kiss her again. This time a bit longer, and I mumble that "I need to hold this a bit longer" and my and is on the back of her head gently, it's very nice!

I've had enough sleep today, but my recall is still vague. Go figure. I am in a village, and our community has to defend regularly against some kind of threat. I am seeing things in a side-scroller perspective, like Starbound. Someone is complaining that I find too many children on my expedition and leaving them at the village just put them at risk. I'm... not sure how that logic works.

First dream

I went to toilet and sat on the toilet seat, and got teleported to some tv studio. There was a woman and tv reporter, they were talking about a murder rampage of which I was a victim, being heavily wounded. I just stood there, listening to them.

Failed WBTB attempt

Second dream

I was in school on a PE lesson. I wasn't playing or training worth others, just sitting with a teacher and some other girl. I washed my hands and the lesson ended, we went out of the sports hall and I wandered around my old school.

1 Pt for a full non-lucid:

I was at a Lake House some where. There were many families there congregating. I wasn't familiar w/ most of the ppl. The cops came & took all of the children & escorted all of us in cars to a detention center of some kind. We were being processed there. We were all trying to keep custody of our children. It was some bizarre martial law type of scenario.

My grandkids wore me out! I'm exhausted. I even put up the Christmas tree so I am all too happy for sleep to come tonight, knowing that tomorrow will be quiet.


Side Notes for me personally

3 Step Goal:
Advanced Unsummoning/Banishing - 10 points
Super Speed - 5 points
Time Control - 10 points

Personal New Goals:
Voyage through a crack I make in the earth
Find my dream house
Take a magical train to another country



1st WEEKLY TASK:
Fully transform into your team's creature (Vampires)

10-16-16 DEILD Tried to get back into the last dream, but when I was asleep everything was white void. I had no dream body. I tried picturing something and lines of bright pastel neons crossed the white void. Interesting! I played around with using my intention to make line drawings. Suddenly the white void was my own giant etch a sketch. I drew a pair of hang-man drawings and a stair case. The dream did not last very long.

I think I was on a really big ship, in the middle of the ocean, and we ran into a tsunami. I think the ship had to turn itself into the wave, to mitigate the impact and sail right through it.

I was in a high school class. The building the classroom was in looked tall, and very industrial. It was located in an industrial one. Anyway, I was having an easy time, as my classmates were all teenagers, and I was 27. I think I was hitting on the teacher (young woman), wowing her with my knowledge? Later on, in the same classroom (I think) I got into a battle with someone. I think I could control rock, because I sent rock sprouting out of the ground towards my opponent. This person could control ice, however. She (or he) froze the rock and shattered it, which frustrated me a lot.

This time I was in a (quite small) university classroom with people my own age. We were left alone with no teacher. Suddenly, people behind me (I was sitting in the front) started randomly having sex, and I just sat there feeling awkward as hell.

I'm writing just before to go to bed again, so very few details.

- dream (non lucid): I was on a roller coaster where the cart didn't have any protection, but only a bar that I could grab to avoid falling off. I found this detail pretty suspicious, but I justified it thinking that the gravity was protecting me.

- dream (lucid): I was going on a motorbike (never did in my life) and suddenly had a very long jump. To long, I was almost flying. I noticed this inconsistency and got lucid: suddenly the sky took very incredible colors, the effect of the sunset with the clouds was gorgeous... But lasted just a couple of seconds and the dream vanished.

- dream (non lucid): I, with my girlfriend, were keepers of a big villa. The owners were on vacation and were coming back the day after. We caused some damage and there was an incredible mess, especially at the third floor and no time to fix the situation.

What a great one this was. I remember an extreme level of detail and it's Sunday morning so lets try to get it all in.

It began in a strange moment, as I found myself having just gotten off of a greyhound. Here we were, a great big group of people, some I knew but most I didn't, all moving into a giant, massive version of the T House together. It had the same basic layout, but each room was the size of the entire actual building and allowed everyone their own giant living space, not just a bedroom.

I started grabbing my bags from the bus and saw that there were a lot of beautiful girls getting off. If I was a perfect lucid dreamer I would have reality checked here, but instead, I gawked. I realized that they were famous, it was a group of girls and a guy that were a pop band. Suddenly it hit me that everyone here was famous. It was like the hotel in Youth.

As I was going in, one of the girls started talking to me and we had a really fun conversation, not really about anything just lots of witty banter and gauging what the other was like. I made strong eye contact throughout the conversation but did not reality check. My RCs have failed me so far.

I get in my room and unpack, then hop on the computer. I'm doing emails and stuff when I hear a noise outside. I look out the window and see a massive war between big piloted ships and mechs outside. The battle seems to be man vs alien, and a buddy of mine is heading the human effort. I run out there and he points me to a downed human craft. It is massive, with huge plasma cannons on the front but the cockpit is just open to the air and dead between the guns. All the ships are like this, they have only a single crew piloting them and that person is not protected by glass or anything. I fight in the ship, taking down some enemies before mine is destroyed. I immediately hop out and go at an alien, jumping past his guns and beating him up to take the cockpit. I fight once again.

The fight ends and they are driven off, and I return to my room. I am on the computer again when I hear a knock at my door. There's a group of women, some of the pop stars and some older women. They're looking for my friend the battalion commander and they have the wrong place. We make some jokes and then they head down the hall. I walk out and see that on the rooftop is another massive room, and the guy staying there is one of the richest and most important men on earth. I know he knows the commander so I go talk to him, hoping to make some connections. He talks to me for a bit but knows why I'm there and points out how young and inexperienced I am. I tell a joke and he laughs a bunch, then gets a phone call or something. I head out of his room and see the commanders. I go to talk to him but in there I see all the women on his bed with him. They're clothed just talking, and I chill for a short moment, before putting on a Kanye song on my phone for them. I swear to god the song doesn't exist but my mind just knows his voice, and created an amazing track that was somewhere between "real friends" and "heard them say". Such a relaxing tune.

The ladies started kissing the guy, and I was really weirded out being there so I leaped from the balcony and drifted down toward the dock. This is my favourite part of the dream.


The pier was gone, now there was just the tiny wood dock at the end of it, now attached to the bottom of the stairs. As I stood on the dock, looking out at the water, I became extremely present. This is a new habit of mine derived from meditation. If I find myself alone with a beautiful view I often take a deep breathe and drink it in. However, before my thoughts turned to reality checking, I became engrossed by the water. I slowly walked toward the edge of the dock, staring down. I leaped high in the air, and though to myself, "I always fuck up dives. Let's do a perfect dive right now." My body spun, head straight down. I plunged into the water. The moment I entered it I was once again horizontal, belly flopping without the pain. I slammed into the bottom of the lake. My eyes were closed, and the dream for a moment was nothing but the feeling of water, weightlessness, and the sandy lake bed.

I've always been sure that my dreams have to have visuals. This one single moment has undone that belief. It was the exact feeling I've had so many times up at summer camp, that moment right after you jump in, eyes closed and feel how different the universe has become in the split second.

I tried to swim up. I did my best, but I found myself unable to swim. was I drowning? maybe. who was I to know? I was thrashing calmly, floating up at a snail's pace. I could reach up and feel the surface but ascending the last foot seemed impossible. I just forgot about it and enjoyed the water. I found myself at the surface. Looking down, the water was only 4 feet deep, so I just put my feet down. At the bottom of the lake, in a beam of sun, was my brand new Beachman. It was resting perfectly, as if for a picture. I remembered that it was not waterproof, but this seemed to be a new version, with metal body and wood accents. I grabbed it from the floor and brought it in close, finding it to be damp inside. The word "Beachman" had mostly come off, and the letters were floating around in there. For some reason, I could see that the holes punched in the wood were originally made to put in a swastika and not letters. I was so furious, and began visualizing my conversation with Lucy about why the fuck this had been, and how we would need a new supplier.

When I looked up, the girl from the bus was there. She did not want to be in the commander's menagerie and had done it to make me jealous. She came to see me here, but suddenly there was a neighboring family in the water. We had to talk to them for a while, and when they left the sun was setting. She lay down on the dock and I was in the water. We talked and talked, and I started falling for this girl. The sunset on the lake was the perfect shades of red, orange. Casting what felt like the light of a warm fire on her face, catching her hair in the wind. Beautiful. The mind is a huge cheater, always knowing what you want. She looked exactly like that girl who kissed me in the bar.

I went to return to the T house with her, but when we got there everyone was leaving. The aliens were going to win the next battle, so we had to take an elevator to an interdimensional airport like in rick and Morty. There we would be able to escape to a new place with no enemies. There was an entrance to the terminal through an elevator in the house, so we all began going through. Suddenly Stu and Evan Ccole were here, and they said we had to defend the elevator from alien presence as they would try strange tactics to get past us.

At first, they were sending strange inanimate objects through in absurd quantities. The elevator doors would open, and 200 orange balloons with Shibes on them would roll out and slowly roll toward the security checkpoint and the people waiting in line. I think the aliens had only recently made contact with our homeworld here and had no idea what the meaning and pattern of our objects were, so they made huge sweeping guesses.

Evan cole and I had to stand in the hallway and smash every balloon. That came through. The next elevator was full of fake companion cubes. We smashed them as they came. Then, the tricks began. The aliens sent in real people they had captured, and mixed in were fake humans, poor imitations that were incapable of self-defence. The first ones were just full of gas and would pop when struck, but they became more solid with each wave. Eventually, they looked almost like us, but they were clearly never going to escape uncanny valley. They aliens had reached their peak of imitation. The fake ones were full of a fleshy pulp, lacking bones or organs and would fall easily as we smashed them with fists. I took a moment to catch my breath, and Kanye West himself was in line. I've had Drake appear before, but now it was the presence of this guy himself. I explained to Kanye what was happening. "come check this out man, it's worth seeing". He comes back down the line with me reluctantly, thinking I'm some crazy fan trying to convince him to something, but then I walk up to an old lady, at least 90 years old, and say "hello Delores!" grabbed her by the scruff of her collar and punched the shit out of her goddamn alien mouth. Her head exploded and the room erupted in laughter. So gruesome but so hilariously strange and righteous in its service to the human race.

I saw Kanye laughing and then I woke up.

Last night bed around 9 pm - 4am

When I woke up in the morning, I could not recall any dreams. I recalled one later:

[12:11] <@gab> I had such a vivid dream about work last night that I had to ask coworker today if it really happened
[12:11] <@gab> I remembered it as I was throwing the load looking towards the floral department
[12:12] <@gab> I still think it could have actually happened, but coworker said it didn§t
[12:12] <@gab> plus they would never do what they did in my dream, haha

So in my dream, I'm walking down the isle 10 towards the back. I hear PA calling someone to assist in floral department. This person was not from produce and they ALWAYS call only produce, because they claim we are one department.

So sharon says on PA: "such and such, help in floral. You are welcome, produce." As in we were thankful they didn't call us.

I was so weirded out by this recall. So, haha, today I was saying mantras half out loud "I am dreaming". So next time I'm sleepworking, i wanna get lucid.