Again a DILD - this time without any prep at all - went to bed when the morning wasnīt even early any more again. And this time - the realization came from one of my most persistent dream-signs: the house, I grew up in, and which is not standing anymore. This time, I realized this, when I was there once more - but again - without WBTB and earnest WILD activities - it was low lucidity and only a short episode - ending not in waking up, but dreaming on non-lucidly. So - definitively I will go for the extensive preparations next couple of nights - wondering, if I might not go into upper league of the competition after all. If I get somewhere control-wise and have a longer LD then - I will. Well - at least, if I get a TOTM done, I will. This short LD had me almost without day-time-memory again - so I went exploring the surroundings a bit by flying about - and that was it. The following dream is in my memory to a greater extent, than I will write it out here - since there were some weird censoring worthy things going on as well. Too lazy now to put it all down - just the memorable bit for now: I sat at a table - it was supposedly Christmas eve - but I was there with a friend of mine - having a festive dinner. There was a bit of back and forth with what to wear - and since it was summer at the same time as x-mas - I had opted for a neon-yellow bathing-suit as my top under some blazer - to later go swimming in the lake. Then along came a guy, I know from school with a friend - and started out making fun of that - how that would be totally out of fashion, neon-yellow, and how otherwise he would have maybe found me attractive.. I felt totally un-embarrassed - rather a bit superior to his fixation on such an unimportant detail - and started teasing him. Drew him in more and more and sort of hypnotized him with doing some this and that. He started singing - and me back - like a cheesy musical - but then - it came: We switched perspective - I saw myself in that outfit singing at newly male me - and once I sang back - him/me had suddenly a full force opera-tenor voice. He had only sung normally before. So I blasted the place with this amazing voice of mine - but after the duet - or within it - I changed back into myself. Oh yeah - and I wasnīt interested in the guy any more then, but had an interesting conversation with my friend at that table. With all the bad to non-existent dream-recall over the last years - maybe I often was male - but not to my knowledge - this was a first for me as far as I am aware of it. Not being lucid - of course I didnīt explore the new possibilities for making the dream even more censor-worthy - shame that..