StephL

Again a DILD - this time without any prep at all - went to bed when the morning wasn´t 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 wasn´t 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 didn´t explore the new possibilities for making the dream even more censor-worthy - shame that..