StephL

What a completely crazy night!!
I wonder if I might sometimes really forget these things - or it's an absolute new one: four lucid episodes - I kid you not!!
I did a WBTB relatively early in the night - after hardly four hours.
They were all reasonably long, even if I didn't get something done, not overly much. But I went about stabilizing exercises - and sometimes to good effects!
Recall was excellent again directly upon waking - but I didn't dictate in between and so former normal dreams are lost, which I did have upon middle of night waking.
Oh - edit: And what is really funny - I was pretty tipsy if not drunk upon falling into bed - friend of mine had been coming around for playing darts, and drinking is somewhat traditional, at least I indulged in it despite expecting negative effects on dreaming - nope!


LD #1: I get lucid out of the blue, while looking at an intricately patterned curtain, do a nose-plug and yepp - lucid. Thinking of the last one, I do as if nothing was and walk out of the building. It is a pretty lucid - not of otherworldly shine and beauty - but compared with what I often have - half dark and visual troubles of some sort, something dissolving when I look at it - it's really good. So I decide this is going to be it - walking about and looking for a while. I remembered the comp, but didn't care - what counted for me was keep stuff as is and not endanger it with being ambitious.

It's not a DEILD-chaining, the next one - but I woke up drank a sip of lemonade and rolled back on over and start to dream normally and then

LD #2: Almost directly after starting to dream, I notice it again and do the nose-plug. This time, I think 5 senses - again not comp, really - I just want it fully realistic. So I look about, which again works nicely enough, if nothing special, and I hear things and then I go to a cabinet and smell it - doesn't smell - so I take a bite - tastes like rice-crispies or something, makes crackling noises as well. Then - mistake - I pat myself down and the cabinet, which leads to an absurd attraction - I have to admit it - I get "involved" with said cabinet and wake up in the process - dayam - don't even need people for this sort of mishap...

Then there was a regular dream or anyways more time in between and then:

LD #3: Meanwhile I think - heey - wow - lucid again!! No dreamsign and no RC needed to find out - it's simply obvious within, that it is again a dream. I dutifully do a nose-plug for the point, and this time I want to do something for the comp. But I was too stupid to in the middle of the night or the evening before incubate something, definitively not expecting even more lucids. So I stand there and remember parts of the long lists of dream-control stuff to do - and nothing takes my fancy. Forgot my rest of the 3-stepper completely, and my personal task - so I think I try telekinesis again, because that wasn't easy, but did work. I try it with different things - with a stool first, and it doesn't move - with a cushion - and it also doesn't move. I remember the leaves then, and that I had waved my arms about wildly in front of a heap of them (but from a distance). So I do that again, with the cushion, shout at it, too - and it levitates a bit, ruffling about in itself, but it's not exactly satisfactory - and I wake up.

Similar like the first couple - I don't stay still or fall asleep instantly again - but right in the next dream I get lucid again.

LD #4: This time I had reminded myself of the superflight stuff still being open, do an RC and take to the air from standing, which was satisfying, a bit with imagining gravity reversing for me and with the usual swimming thing as a means to direct the path - but - I lose optics and wake up. I guess it's good to stay on ground for a while for stability's sake...

Dream #1: A story with my ex-boyfriend, and the flat from last night played a role as well - he was totally over-tired after having worked through more than 24 h, and I put him in my bed in the flat from last night, the one originally belonging to my gay friend there. I could write more, but I hope this is enough for now - no - nothing happened in that bed, at least not that I remember, I just put him there to sleep.
Edit: And I mentioned the details because of the in-dream-remembering of a prior dream element, which I find to be a curious phenomenon. Some features even seem to take on a sort of life of their own in dream-land, become a fixture, almost...
Na - the story was more of me convincing him to stop working finally and give over to somebody else and come rest somewhere. Now upon editing much of it is lost, and I'm not even sure, if it's true, that I woke up, when he fell asleep, more or less..? Whatever.

Dream #2: Horrible nightmare - birthday party for me supposedly, with family, and an ex-stepfather of mine is there, plus a supposed new one with my mother, my grandmother, my real father with my two half-siblings and a couple of others. It's a hate-fest, lets say it so - my mother and her (ex-) partners are positively mean to me and each other, my father sits there perplexed and half amused, half taken aback. I get quite angry, try to hold it down and not explode. I know if I do, they will demolish me, expecting it, baiting me.
After a while I jump up from the table and say to my brother and sister - lets go mountain-hiking - which we do. We've been in an open air restaurant directly in the mountains - they are relieved and happy to get away from it, too. So does my father - he leaves as well.
There's a funny scene with a little girl showing us the way, maybe 4 years and in traditional dress, but with shining orange eyes - like an evil sprite - but we know, she wants no bad - she's just too fast for us - jumping like a mountain-goat from stone to stone, so she disappears in front of us. We're hiking, and it has several scenes, but finally we come back down to that party. Still everybody is there, my father is back, and still people are insulting and reproaching each other, but they happily turn their attention back on me again, too much recall for my liking...
I woke up in a huge sweat from that - the last scene was my mother holding my hands tight in hers, and I knew, if I wanted to get away, I'd have to break hers, or mine, or both our bones. I wake up before anything breaks, while still straining and trying to figure out what to do.

I almost never have a proper nightmare with some sort of monster or danger or something - I believe I journalled only around three of such a tendency over my whole time on DV. Oh - and one monster I remember now was a "horror-rabbit" in black with red eyes - not even overly big - but one sinister rodent that was - it needed only look at me to curdle the blood in my veins...
My nightmares tend to be of a social kind, if I have them, which is luckily also rather rare - but that was one!!



Fragment #1: Trying to find my glass with dry red-wine back, there are lots on the table, but all have sweet wine and belong to somebody else - I don't find it, but people get pissed off because of me touching their glasses and leaving prints. Not that I tried their wine - nope - dirtied their glasses...

Fragment #2: My grandmother in hospital, very sick...