Rozollo

While reading Robert Wagonner's Lucid Dreaming: Gateway to the Inner Self, he touched on the concept of a dream review committee. This reminded me of an LD I had a few months ago during a nap:

Weirdest dream I've had in a while. The dream was basically a series of scenes, all of which had me lucid dreaming. I can't remember every scene, but one had me getting into a van next to a car that two guys were robbing, driving off, and them chasing me. Since I was in full control, I started creating things to throw at that, starting small with bricks all the way up to gallon barrels of gas.

The only scene I remember REALLY well was walking into a magic shop. When I am lucid dreaming, I tend to play along with the dream, then go mega deity on it, but the store clerk knew it. He started talking straight to me saying, "I am the one thing you can't change." I created a sword, stabbed him, and it went through. Then, I turned and this stuffed bird started talking saying it would teach me a lot about real lucid dreaming. I spoke to it, and kept saying I would be more powerful than anyone. Realizing I was losing control, I reigned the dream back, only to have the store clerk fight that and manipulate my manipulations. Finally, he tossed me out of the scene into a series of scary scenes with him somewhere in them (think G-Man walking around). He looked a lot like David Blaine, but I think it was because it was a magic store, and I imagine all Magic Store clerks looking like that--douchey.

I woke up, terrified. As when I sleep on my back at my parent's house, I get this sense that someone or something is in the room. I ignore it because I didn't want to move out of sheer terror. Eventually, the feeling passed, but I was scared to go back to sleep for a while.

Weird, weird dream.

So, here, I was assessed of my dreaming abilities, didn't accept it, and was punished. I didn't take into consideration that this was an assessment of what I can do lucidly. Going to investigate this.

11.1:

Lucid Dream #2:

Per the usual, I'm going to put in red what was lucid, and blue what was non-lucid. Black will be non-dream stuff.

So, last night, I decided to try to use my REM Dreamer since I was having such poor luck as of late. When using the dreamer, I always have vivid dreams and I wake up a lot. Before the wake-back-to-bed, I had a really vivid dream where I was in a brand new we made. The house had a large kitchen flanking the left side of it, with a cozy looking living room. I didn't get much further than that. I wake up the first of several times and fail several WILD attempts. I know once I checked my clock to be sure I was awake, then within seconds, I see a different clock saying I should be dreaming. Somewhere in this waking and falling asleep, I dreamt of this tiny kid with a basketball. It was in my journal, so I know it happened, but I can only see him in silhouette. Finally, it was close to 6:30 or 6:45 when I went to sleep again. I believe I see the dream form around me, but I am not too sure, until I hear my text tone go off, which is a loud 2 second sound, for some reason, I know that this is a dream and I become lucid. I am a theater with people watching dreams. In the dream, it didn't dawn on me that this was my recreation of the November advanced challenge "Visit an offline DV." As I walk around the theater, I see a girl following me, but my main goal is to get to the lobby to tell death to steal her soul. Again, I am very goal oriented. Instead, I realize I do not have full control over the environment, so I poke my finger through my hand, which succeeded. It was an erie sight. I see my mom in the theater, and I tell her my basic task because I am aware the dream is ending. I tell her I am thankful for learning how to dream properly. Not long after that I can feel the dream fade to the room I was sleeping in, and I wake up.

My strange penchant for completion, lead me to perform two major dream tasks on the first day of the month, but I still lacked control over my environment. Also stranger is the fact that I became lucid, not by WILDing, but by the external text message sound. I still lack control in my lucidity =\.