lucid

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First time WILD!!

This was the most spectacular LD of my life!!

And it was so easy that I almost wondered if it was a WILD, but it was. And I took my bed with me!

Being tired, I lay down for an afternoon nap and got quite lively HHs. Just been watching them, and from time to time imagining doing something physical in the scenery, but I did not get to feel that or enter these HHs, so I just watched dispassionately. When I started to do some mantra self-suggestions twice, the HHs went away, so I stayed without words. It felt as if I could look through my eyelids couple of times, seeing my room, but upon trying to see if it's a dream, I opened them for real, closed them disappointedly and continued.

Suddenly* I still lie on my bed with nose dug in blanket but in space! *(sorry, if that isn't very informative, I know it no better...)

It "stands" there in the midst of nothing, like a cosy theatre balcony for galactical audiences - and before my eyes stars are roiling and surging every which way, uncountably many, so dense from time to time as if they were spray, foam on the waters of vacuum.

A black hole comes rolling through, swirling and drawing in my space and sweeping up my stars, but it passes the bed by and disappears to the left side of infinity.

Checking data for Sageous' memory thread, all accessible, without effort. I know I am in the bed, I am in for real, where it actually stands and when, that I took it for a ride into my lucid dream, blanket and all. I also knew what I did before lying down - also in hindsight this was satisfactory - correct actually. But I was of a fuzzy, dreamy mind anyway, like when not sober, you can anyway remember who you are. Usually.
Then I imagine two galaxies like on the pictures I have, but my dream has other ideas for a while.

Instead windows open in space to other space, star-density reducing to a realistical view. And then another window and another and another, and I fly my bed through them all, clutching my blanket.

And so I enter a space with distant round disks rotating slowly and sparkling with colour and I "brake" my bed.
A huge tornado of space clouds appears to my left, spiralling around a centre of black with alarming speed. Looking very much like this:



Ah I think, this is the action I'm here for! Now where is the other one?
I get drawn closer and closer and lose my bed and start to race around the centre myself until I feel dizzy with dream-vertigo! Like an unbidden joke it comes to my mind, that one shouldn't throw up in space, if at all avoidable, even without a spacesuit, but it does not come to that.

Again I draw on the pictures I have, like this one:



My galaxy is all black and white, and it seems to understand me wrongly. I want another galaxy, so what it does is parting into two - it sprouts something like a feeler made of stars and births another smaller galaxy, like running the above with the arrow of time pointing in the wrong direction.

Well - I admit it wasn't as spectacularly beautiful as the real thing above, but I was and still am blown away anyway and definitely.

I think, this is no good, beautiful but wrong way round. I leave it happening, but once the baby galaxy dislodges itself - I draw it back in, meanwhile I am the swirl myself, I lose my human body and become star-cloud, sprouting out another feeler, this time I actually feel the draw of gravity I have and thus catch my baby back into the fold. With a plop. Hukif's call, but I guess this was the same as two different galaxies colliding, mechanism-wise.

Then I get drawn out of being the plane and see my galaxy from above and fading out and I wake up.
The only thing, which could have possibly topped this amazing trip would have been colour in birth and collision.

WOW!!

While I'm very busy irl, I've not been giving much thought to LDing at all, but yesterday something spectacular happened - just for two seconds, unfortunately.

I got lucid when the relatively vague normal "dream-scape" suddenly exploded at me into a real place.
Full sensory immersion, like my very first adult lucid, such tangibility and mental clarity as well.
But I got over-excited, that didn't happen for a long while actually, but usually I have to "work" on getting the dream truly realistic, and I almost never fully succeed - so this overwhelmed me.
Nothing special in terms of scenery - me on a summer meadow.

Then this night again, I noticed an inconsistency, but couldn't vocalize to a DC, I wanted to tell it to.
Optics were rather vague and I made a stupid mistake - I tried to open my dream-eyes a bit wider - bam - seeing my room, wide awake.

Maybe now with journalling I'm a bit more prepared for if it comes again tonight.

Veery strange. What I remember is being in a huge flat, very high ceilings, and there stood a maybe three/four meter big faun about. He didn't do something at first, was just there, like a huge devil, but in brown and not making an evil impression at all. Rather like being some sort of prehistoric faun, megalo-faun or something.
Huge brown-furred legs...

I asked a woman, what he would be doing there and she said, he belongs to the story, we would be filming. Instantly I was also in the know, ah - riight - that faun from the story. Meanwhile I was only surprised, why it would be in this specific scene, where I thought he wouldn't be. Instant explanation from her: yeah - but the audience loves him, we put in more material with him.

Some this and that and then the faun suddenly comes up to me, and grabs me, and seems to want to take a closer look at me, lifts me up into the air, and I get really afraid all of a sudden, and loose optics, and then I get lucid.

I guess it was fear, what had eradicated all optics - I just hung in the void. Tried all the pretty tips for optics, wipe my eyes, pretend to take a hood away and put glasses on - nope. Woke up from that.

Shame I hadn't really prepared myself for a DEILD re-entry - might have worked nicely...

Been waking up several times on my own last night, and used two of them to do some self-suggestions - and tadaa - lucid!
It was an optically beautiful dream, all was shiny and sparkly and had intense colours, like I unfortunately don't have it so often. It was so beautiful, that I refrained from trying any tasks for a while and just flew about in a city with lots of old-fashioned houses and trees and little gardens and parks.
There was a VW-beetle, cream-coloured, and I used to have one as a student, so I landed and boarded and drove about a bit, first lucid driving ever. Much too smooth for a real beetle, it drove itself more or less, but it was a great memory of the good old times...

Quite astonished over the duration, I decided okay - this is the time, when I finally get it right after maybe 5 or 6 fails at Maxis' dare.
So there I was, standing in the street, and ordering a lighting storm. Came almost instantly, got dark in the process, and first I thought, it's going to end like the last times, just no one bolt dared touch down on me.
But I really gave it my all, hands reaching to heaven, beckoning, imagining myself transforming from getting hit, too.

And then I got hit!!
A bolt maybe only 5 cm in diameter, but it struck me directly in my outstretched right hand and went through my body.
The sensation wasn't overly strong, but I did feel electricity shoot through me and into the ground, it was a tingling, sizzly feeling, completely pain-free but astonishing. Maybe it worked, because I had imagined how it would feel directly in the dream, before the beckoning.

My field of vision almost went into the sort of total white-out I had experienced when the real episode of me almost getting struck happened, but not quite. Not as mercilessly bright and overwhelming as it had been in reality.
I had concentrated on transforming into a cat, too, besides surviving, I imagined a great cat, one for which I wouldn't have to loose mass from my human physiology, imagining a small cat wasn't helpful I had decided.

And what I got was a sort of spiky white fur, half electricity, half real, I felt my body distinctly differently, but I woke up before I could go on exploring further, what it was I had transformed into. But looking out from my face, I could see all the spikes coming out of naked me, maybe 10 cm long and in patches, not evenly, there was skin visible between them. Fur seems to be the most easy thing for me, when it comes to transformation.
Almost the only thing, I ever got from attempts, to be honest. Well - and once a beak.

Very satisfying long lucid!

I got lucid in a very weird way last night - I had watched the series 'The Prisoner' and in my dream "Number 2" appeared and was very suspiciously trying to talk me into something. The actor of Gandalf, by the way. And I realized it, somehow I knew this was from fiction and I concluded I must be dreaming.

So I turned away and walked out of the house. There was a wooden chest on the porch and I convinced myself of pumpkins having been stored there. Opened up - yep - pumpkins. It kind of never ceases surprising me how stuff is so easy to dream up. Classical big orange ones - I took one out and pried the top loose, which was easy, too. But to my disappointment there was only pumpkin-mush in it. I remembered reading about somebody having dug into it and found more, so I did that and indeed, there was more - just nothing exciting. Several black relatively flat and shiny stones of a diameter of maybe 5 cm.
Na well...

From the Lucid Dares thread:

...Meanwhile I undertook further vain attempts at lucid dying last night..

Seems I have a wet patch! No innuendo this time, but I got lucid, sort of, three times last night. First time I let myself be fooled into thinking, it wasn't a dream after all, second time woke me up almost immediately - but I was prepared for the third time.
And for killing myself.

It started with a scene, that should have creeped me out, but didn't. There was something like a woodpecker-toy high on my shelf - not sure, if you know what I mean - a wooden bird on a spring and when you bend it back, it starts hacking away at the base it's mounted on.
It was the size of a dove, though, and started hacking all on it's own, like in a poltergeist movie, where toys turn vicious. But I was just curious and took a look. That was a hint at surreality already, I must have levitated to get that close a look. Suddenly it started hacking away at an angle and left the base and then I did find it a little creepy. But the insight that this really should be a dream came quite fast. And this time I did an RC, not just scanning about for inconsistencies like the first time. Yepp - lucid. First of all I looked out of the window into the night and summoned my lightning storm - worked great, but again it was a silent one. Same as back then with my meteors, completely silent impacts. I read somewhere that it might be a natural security measure not to dream acoustical uproar which could drown out dangerous real life noises and one won't wake up. Makes sense.

Anyway - out the window I flew and in high hopes for disaster.
I did something which I never tried before - rolling on my back in mid-air and hovering there as if supported by an invisible cloud. There was lightning going on directly over me - but the bolts didn't come down. I only saw flickering light-points, where they seemed to start touching down, but they never did. Shame, I didn't think of Hukif's lovely galaxy dare then. It could have worked from there - I felt a bit like lying on my back on the floor of a planetarium gone mad in overdrive - watching stars dance about hectically. Quite beautiful, but also non-lethal to my dismay.

So I thought - okay - falling wasn't meant to be my cause of death, but lets at least try something.
And I just dropped. I wasn't afraid, because I went down still looking into the sky and didn't see the ground rushing up at me. Yeah - but it also didn't really work - I landed spread-eagled but without any pain and sort of softly. I felt a bit of impact, but that sure as anything was no suicide. And I wasn't a cat, either.
I'm going to keep at it, though! I really, really want to get hit, dammit!

I guess, I'll soon deserve a badge for most prolific lucid lightning produceress, if I go on like this - need to count how many times I tried it already...

Nicely enough I had a bit of dreaming time left even after that, but I didn't try for dares any more then. No clue what graced my night with three opportunities; it would be more productive, informative, if I could say I had worked on it, or took something - but nope - out of the blue.

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Second time of my life to get lucid several times in one night - first time was four short LDs during the comp, while I did daytime work and was regularly and rather extensively journalling.
First instant from last night wasn't really lucidity - it was me suspecting, and strongly, that I was dreaming by noticing inconsistencies, like not being able to look out of a window. The view was just exactly like my optical problems in lucids, which are thankfully getting less bad and less common lately. But I was silly enough to really concentrate on the view instead of RCing and when it finally fell into place I concluded it wasn't a dream after all.
As said above - the second one was lucidity but I woke up directly after the insight.


Plus - I identified a new dream-sign: coloured pencils!
Last night it was the fourth time I'm aware of that such a thing appeared completely out of context. I was walking along in a park, and found one lying on the ground. High quality looking and a beautiful dark red - so I snatched it up and took it with me to the amusement of my company.
"You really can't resist collecting trash, now can you?"
Ignorance I say to this - there are treasures to be found in trash more often than one might suspect!

This was kind of funny and new: The dream didn't go my way, and suddenly I got aware of the fact, that I am already aware that it is a dream. I tried to will a person to come back by concentrating. Only when that didn't work did I really get lucid then. And optics were very nice - hence I more or less just wandered about where I was - a street with pre WW1 houses with little gardens up front and trees.
But before walking away I turned round to see, what the plaque at an entry-way said, because before getting lucid I had read a name there. And the name was still the same upon looking again, but after first reading instantly started to morph in my direct sight - to a string of numbers finally.
Bit sad I didn't get to do something - it ended in a white-out, optics disappearing slowly from the edges.

This was number 60!!

Too lazy to record my other dreams, but it was a very colourful night again, riding camels through Bavaria, where Israeli Shekel were suddenly the currency, and in dream I thought they belong to Egypt. I actually thought, I would suddenly remember that Bavaria has a border with Egypt and how practical camels would be in the mountains...
Endless rows of old women with trolleys, selling flee market things out of them, some sort of criminal story, with girls getting abducted, and me having myself abducted, too, to help them. Didn't do any good - some naughty stuff happening instead.

Aanyways - I journal because I got lucid on a street, and I hadn't even planned for that, but in dream I remembered, that I had still not done really everything for Percy's dare without shoving and "trampling" people while manically shouting I would be late.

So I did that, without the clock this time - kicking and shouting and shoving people, didn't know how to accomplish "trampling" them without knocking them out, and that seemed too drastic somehow.
Most didn't react initially, some looked really annoyed, but didn't fight back. Quite the opposite - throwing myself into a thick throng of people lead to - well. To what bodily contact in lucidity almost always leads with me...
In the end it was an absolutely overwhelming street orgy - all I could see were people in various states of undress and action, so when in Rome...
Woke up pretty wired from that - but didn't wake up "too early" this time - that's a new one, actually.

Originally Posted by StephL

Soo Percy - I found the watch!!
I've been also running and shouting like a maniac - but unfortunately in lack of a city and people to trample.
But it's a start. Got lucid because of a suspicious total lack of clothing once more, and first I tried to change that, tried to summon clothes upon me, but that didn't work. So I crawled once more into such bushes, as I had found the schoko bunny in last time. And there it was - maybe 30 cm in diameter white and golden, Roman numbers and with a ridiculously thin chain, like you would find it on a normal watch for the pocket.
While forgetting about it - I had unconsciously acquired a dress - so up I went out of the shrubbery and running over a meadow and shouting how I would be late.
I'm afraid I woke myself up with the latter - before any city was in sight. I might even have shouted for real.
Sigh...
Well - next time the shouting will commence once I'm among people to scare and trample over.

I would also say, I have enough to do with my remaining three dares - soo - please block me for now ~Dreamer~! Thank you!

Yepp - that was that. We've got a visitor from Wales since two days - that's sort of an excuse for not doing more, almost nothing to be honest, this more or less just fell into my lap. Bit ashamed about that, the me..
I also remember normal dreams, but it feels right now that it would be a bit too personal to get deeper into that.

Soo - while I stupidly didn't yet sit down and do the meditation/visualisation/incubation - I've studied ~Dreamer~'s materials and started out with some "easy" things like RCing and dreamsign awareness and following her tips for recall and using her mantra in a mini WBTB.

And tadaa - first little lucid episode in two weeks!
So today I'll really sit down and take it seriously and take time for it!!

When waking up first time, I really kept still and eyes closed and so forth, like recommended, and such I have quite unusually a full dream from earlier in the night.

Singing for Obama

Obama was visiting Germany, and I was still in school. And the plan was to sing for him, me and another girl were on a platform in an amphitheatre and supposed to sing a duet.
Before us was another pair doing rehearsals, and all went well, but when the two of us stood there, the "technicians" to our sides let us down. It was because they didn't like us - but in the end, that came out and they got a row and we got to try it out and it went nicely. It was only in between clear that it also was only rehearsals and the theatre still empty.
Then they said we had a little time like in a school break before it started for real, and I was happy, thought I'd make it home to put on some make-up and other clothes. So I went, and I got there in seconds and with a little quibble with my mother as disturbance, managed to be happy with how I looked and wanted to get back there.
Of course the way was endlessly long and time running out and I tried quite desperately to run back there, it snowed and snow lay everywhere quite high. Then I managed to make a taxi stop, but it had another passenger and I had to fight with him verbally until he agreed to me getting dropped off first. Lots of running and hectic and despair - but somehow I managed it back on that platform and the theatre was full and Obama was there - and I woke up. No real singing for a real audience - na well.
Shame - maybe I could have recorded a bit of the melody upon waking again, if it had ended with the music...

Ugly fragment:

I was with the parents of my very first boyfriend, he wasn't there, but it was implied that we had an affair.
The mother was quite nasty to me - and I asked her, what she would say, if I told her we would be together again and in love (which we weren't). She totally flipped and told me how I was unworthy and why, and how she even would never ever let me look after his young brother, maybe 4 years old. His father sat on the sofa and was rather surprised by it all.
But it really, really hurt what she said to me.

Strange motorcycle and wasps and police:

First I was with a friend looking at her horses, and she promised me, I could ride with her soon. Then - and again it happens - then I was driving to Munich in order to get to exactly that flat from last night, the one with the aspiring porno-stars - I even dreamt a real address both nights.
But I came from outside of Munich and drove a totally weird motorcycle - I had to hold the front wheel between my feet and the handlebar wasn't connected to anything either. I've been explaining this to myself while driving and later on to a policeman, who helped me cross the autobahn with 6 lanes, because I missed an exit. Seemed all totally technically feasible - soo typical..
When I stopped with him for a chat, I had to constantly check for a bunch of wasps flying around and I made one angry, but we got around getting stung by playing dead. He told me about a case of his, and how a burglar he was hunting, was connected to a late terrorist attack and how proud he was to now work for counter-terrorism. But he didn't know the address, even while it's impossible to know Munich but not that place. Anyway - there are more such mini and banal things I remember, but I'm too lazy now...

My mini lucid moment:

Well - unfortunately I don't know, where this belongs. I think it was a different dream again, not the above mentioned stuff. Fact of the matter was, that I stumbled over something and fell. Like straight out - would have normally resulted in hitting the ground in full length, face first and hard.
But - I didn't. Hit the ground that is - I ended up hovering maybe 3 cm over the ground and looking at the pebbles.
Ah! This is a DREAM!!
Last I know is that I tried to airswim away from there, but it didn't work. My feet were dragging on the ground and I didn't manage to gain height. Somehow I must have lost lucidity then, because I can't remember anything after that.

This is soo encouraging - I didn't get lucid for a full two weeks and now after only a little bit of effort - tadaa!!
Thank you so much ~Dreamer~!!
Today sitting down and working on it properly it's going to be!

I've been doing the same thing as the night before last night - direct self-suggestions invented on the spot and with going through my most common dream-signs and DCs with the suggestion, that I will decipher them. And so I did - this shop below was in a place, I had incubated for recognizing. This worked really well now, the two times I tried - I'm very pleased! Besides I dragged myself to the toilet prophylactically in that mini-WBTB, and was graced with an absence of respective disturbances.

Originally Posted by StephL

Dear Xanous - I have your mission accomplished!! "Slap someone you care about!" Done!



I got lucid standing in front of a shop window which displayed little antique knick-knacks - determined to let out my hidden violent side. So I convinced myself, that one of my ex-partners, whom I do still care about platonically and whom I meet much too rarely in real life would be inside.
And yeah!! He sits behind the counter - fully lifelike and realistic! First I say hello and talk a little bit, telling him I dream of him at the very moment, to which he nods wisely and with a lopsided smile... But when I feel the optic quality getting a bit less - I walk up to him and slap him on the cheek. His totally flabbergasted expression with glasses askew lingers a bit - and then he vanishes. Just like that. I find this a bit sad, but head out to see, what else I might accomplish - attempting to change the weather was first. It gets dark and rainy - I'm really good at that meanwhile - but I wake up before the heavenly conditions get any more interesting.

Now I'll have to have a good think on whom to dare with what - I'll update with this, once I've made up my mind. But ThreeCat - brace your three selves - you're one of my darees - that's planned already, my dear fellow ex-McCoy!

Otherwise? Hm. While the comp I've been watching "The Wire" from CD, one or two episodes before bedtime, and I hardly dreamt of it at all - now it's a French series "Spiral" - and it turns up every night and several times with motives interspersed. I liked The Wire better, realistic and in my eyes pretty deep stuff - but Spiral goes more heavily on emotions, I somehow have something against it - won't stop watching it, but something doesn't feel right with the script.

Aanyway - I was a whore-apprentice, held by an evil pimp with a batch of other girls supposed to learn the trade. It could have been worse, that dream, I somehow managed to get around having to actually serve a customer. Certainly not a nice dream, very unusual but also very realistic. I'll spare everybody and myself the details.

But it's interesting to see, what sort of fiction enters into my dreams in which ways - it's not down to exposure time directly, that much I can say...

What I did was direct self-suggestions for a while upon a late natural awakening - "I will ... when I ..." with using a bit of future tense, but varied and on the spot, not in the form of mantras. And I dreamed of what I had expected to dream, it's so practical that this house and garden of my youth show up so often, and that I can relatively easily activate accessibility of that fact, that it's not existing any more.
If I don't incubate - I lately dream of it in the shape of: "Ah! I was only misinformed - somehow the buyers didn't rip down the house, and blablabla" - but I do acknowledge in the dream, that the mere existence of it is something unexpected, something to be explained.
I also get it correctly in some dreams, and I was already fearing, that I might lose it as a dream-sign, but no - it's still good old faithful. Seems it really is a pivot motive for me, with a bit of pre-raising of expectancy - I'm able to decipher it. It was funny - I stood there thinking - if I wouldn't know, that it is still there because of *forgot the confabulation* - then now I had a chance to become lucid.
Mooooment!!?
Yep! Gravity isn't working properly - here we go...


From: Lucid Dares:

Soo - finally lucid again, and thanks to the dares!!

:pillowfight:

I started out with trying to get my lightning storm conjured up, but only made it to a medium-intensity rain and twilight, the bolts just didn't want to show up this time. Maybe because I've tried incubating them too extremely with this picture Box77 posted a while ago:



So then - giving up on the big drama, I thought of Percy's dare and I went on my knees and tried to convince myself of a huge watch on a chain being hidden in the shrubbery. What I found instead was a chocolate bunny in pink-golden wrapping and with a little bell around the neck, it looked like these classical Lindt ones, well here in Germany they are famous. But it was alive and hopped away. So I followed, crawling through wet bushes, but couldn't find it and then - my classical problem - it felt as if I needed to go to the loo soo urgently. And while the last two times I've been just lucidly going for it and good was - this time fear for the bedding took over and I woke myself up.
And like usual - it really wasn't needed - I've been talking with my husband and making coffee and starting the computer etc. before I eventually went. Sorry for these details - but I've been reading about other people with similar problems, and so I thought, I wouldn't hold back on that.

Buut - it's been a really long time - and I'm very, very happy about it!!
Thanks everybody for this lovely thread - esp. Dreamer of course and Maxis, Percy and Xanous for giving me something to be motivated for!



Such a one.

Long lucid, for me - several minutes and with DEILD. I caught a dreamsign and asserted lucidity with an RC. That didn't happen in the comp for some reason - I knew it before RCing then. The sign was again failing to be decently clothed in public. I was thinking like - ha - it can even happen in reality!!
I made the nose-plug more for the fun of it - not expecting to be able to breathe.
Even then I was still a bit unsure, and jumped into the air and hovered. That did it then. Next thing to happen - I feel, I need to use the toilet very urgently. Buut - this time I remember and do what I had planned - namely just lucidly pissing away. Took a while, but then the feeling was gone and I was satisfactorily still lucidly hovering in my dream.
So okay - planned is the lucid dare of Maxis' again - this is what I just posted in the respective thread:

Originally Posted by StephL

Ooh Maxis! I am such a coward! So I was on suicide mission again last night, and this time I managed a huge thunderstorm, it was beautiful - the whole sky full of lightning bolts, and I knew, I only need to draw one mentally and it'll hit me. And I didn't!!

Being afraid it might hurt - damn. Next time, I'm getting there! Been trying to transform as well, what I managed was going on all fours without having the feeling of awkwardness - I also looked a bit smoky whitish translucent, like my avatar, but it wasn't very convincing.
So this dare is a good piece of work for me here!! Huge thank you again Maxis - I love it difficult!
But a great dream - very long lucid for my usual state of affairs, even with DEILD, but I didn't give it a second go at thunderstorm.

Maybe I chose that a bit too close to home - having survived a thunderstorm on a mountain in about 2000 m height, that was a close thing. I was with friends and one of them almost hooked his karabiner into an iron ladder, over which we would have had to get, to then climb down to a hut on the other side of the rock, which had the ladder. He said his hair stood on end, we all felt it a bit later and shortly after that, lightning struck the ladder - with us only meters off.
Total white-out and the noise - you wouldn't believe, literally deafening... We moved faster than ever before, throwing our climbing equipment (metal) from us in concert, taking shelter - it felt like completely on auto-pilot, and as if time had stopped. We waited the worst of it out in the shadow of some big rocks instead of going on to that hut. He saved our lives - we could have all four been in the rope by the time it struck, all dead.

But now I want it - falling into a sword would be easier for me, I'm pretty sure - but now I want this!!



^^was approximately like this - less blue and a bit less bolts as well, not much less, though...

It was interesting with the transformation, I started out to go on all fours, like a human would, awkwardly - but it evened itself out. I imagined a cat walking and my feeling of my own movements adapted to this in such a way, that I felt at home in that mode. But still in a quasi-human shape. I didn't have a mirror of course - next time I'll see, if I can summon one - maybe that makes it easier?
Besides that - I thought of my avatar and got a bit of the texture, see above, almost ghostly.

All the while conjuring a lightning storm, with invocation. This was rather easy - last time, I didn't get no bolts, so practice makes perfect, I guess.

I woke up from that, even moved about a bit and opened my eyes, but falling asleep again, I was instantly lucid. Unfortunately I couldn't remember the basic tasks for the month, so I just went flying about a bit. While doing this, I thought about falling, trying to survive an impact, but I also remembered that this was the one way to die, which wasn't available to me for the dare. Which kind of was a relief - damn - I need to trust the dream-state more - killing myself is just about the perfect thing to work on at the moment, I guess.

If it wasn't for DV and I would maybe learn LDing on my own - I don't think, I would grapple with such things, I wouldn't so much test out my borders, my psychological borders, like this fear - and neither the technical ones.

All hail to the community!!

What a shame, the comp is over now - it was such great fun!! I can only hope, that I'll keep up the journalling further on...


Going for a final effort I wanted to achieve my first WILD per WBTB - nope, again not, I gave up after 25 min., rolled over and got a DILD in the following dream.

LD #1: I become lucid in a car-park - again I can't say, what did it, just like that. Nose-plug - yepp. I want to have a stable dream, before I do something, so I walk about doing as if nothing was, like I had before. Taking care not to interact with anything too closely, hehehe... Okay - next thing planned is my personal task, teleportation to an alien planet with meet and greet with the inhabitants. I do it by spinning very fast and imagining exotic landscape.
When I stop, I am indeed somewhere else and have really fine optics, but it's not exotic at all - I'm on a beautiful endless field of hip-high grass, but looks very much like earth, and nobody around. So I think - okay - this is another planet, because I say so, and proof will be the alien, I will summon. There's nothing, from behind which I could have her come around, so I try this thing with hand behind my back for the first time. But nothing happens, I try for a while and wake up then...

My very first teleportation ever!! Should have just put that as personal task - typical over-ambition biting me in the butt! But I'm very excited about it - there will be a lot of lucid spinning coming up!!

Dream #1: I'm back at the house - it gets on my nerves, in hindsight, but I'm always happy about finding it in the dream. Somebody else lived in the bungalow, and that was what we might get back, even while people have bought it. They made a hole in the front wall for a big door to the garden, behind it they had created a room, which you could use as a winter-garden. Whatever. The grass in the garden was over knee-high, and I wanted to get out the scythe for cutting it, but then came from the neighbouring house a guy on a mowing machine, sitting on it, driving it, and he did the job for me. When he was through, there were tons of dandelion plants, just the green stuff, and I went at them with some digging tool. Then a girl comes around, says hi - wants to play darts with me - well - of course!! But we don't have a board, we have some weird plastic thing, lying on the floor, and throw at that.

Dream #2: Theoretically I am at university, but turns out, I can't understand the stuff, and have to go back to school. I first think, this will be repeating the last class, but turns out they put me in 8th grade, and tried to not tell me about it. Well - yeah - not much worth of describing - it's about maths, what I didn't understand, and I tried to get books for that, and didn't help. I meet a friend from school, who does some boring job at the reception of a hostel, and think, naa - you got to go through with it, not to end up in a job like hers, but it's humiliating to be with the kids in a class. Yeah - last scene - I miss the bus despite running all out...

Dream #3: It has elements from the book I started at the moment 'The Bohr Maker' by Nagata Linda - great science fiction. It's about a nano-technologically modified guy, illegally so, and he tries to be allowed to be left living. He has something, which helps him breathe back his own oxygen continuously by using a sort of collar, which covers up his mouth and nose and ears, too. He's hiding in our flat from the police, and my husband comes up with the idea of feeding him into his computer, and then manifesting him as a cartoon-figure, which jumps off from the screen, looking like Super Mario, and maybe 15 cm of height. He's doing all these sounds and pirouettes and things, like in the video game. For some reason, this is allowed, and he's very happy.

Fragment #1: I said not long ago, I wouldn't dream of posting - since then, I do! Yeah - about the dangers of lucidity - I forgot, what somebody saw as a problem, and who all posted replies to that...

Fragment #2: On my way home, and again, there's another way, which I am sure, I saw before in another dream, but which doesn't exist.

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...