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May 26, 2013
Lucid Dream 506: The Baller Who Stopped Time
Series: Friends, Episode 14
DILD
Technique: ADA



I was riding in the car with Diddy and Mike. Diddy was driving, Mike was in the passenger seat, and I was in the "chauffered seat" (back seat). We were talking about something and Mike said, "Yeah, but you can't just do stuff like that." I suddenly became lucid for no apparent reason. I said, "Yeah, but I can do this because we are in a dream right now!" I made the back windshield disappear, and proceeded to superman grab the back of the car as it pulled me along. My body was flapping in the wind as I held on to the back of the car. I then hopped back in the car and told Diddy and Mike that we were lucid. As we drove down the road, I focus on the car and gradually lifted it into the air. I flew the car from the back seat for a while. Mike and Diddy commented on how awesome it felt. I landed the car and we pulled into a nearby parking lot.

It was the parking lot to a gymnasium. Me, Mike and Diddy got out of the car and Diddy started acting like he wanted to "UFC me." I said, "Dude what are you doing?" He replied, "What? You think you can beat me?" I laughed and said, "This is my world. I could throw you over that mountain right there if I wanted to." He had the "touche" look and didn't press the matter. Mike suggested we play some basketball. The environment had to changed to within the gym. I didn't really feel like playing basketball, but Mike convinced me to play and just not using any obvious powers.

We got the ball first and I immediately shot a deep 3 and guided the ball into the basket with my eyes/mind. I looked around at everyone and said, "I'm just too good. I'll never miss." I pretty much just acted as a body and nothing more on defense. I let the DCs duke it out until we got the ball back. We were just playing a half court game, btw. I continued to drain 3s until i got bored of that, so I stole the ball, at will, on defense and started dunking like crazy. A few times I stopped paying attention to the actual basketball and I actually turned it over. That is when I had sort of an "epiphany." I thought to myself, "Maybe my dream control is so good because of all my ADA practice. I'm able to control everything in my environment because I am constantly in-tune and aware of everything. Whenever I forgot about the ball it bounced away from." I decided to ramp up the ADA at this time. I wanted to drive to the basket and I knew the guy in front of me was fast and playing tight defense. I kept my ADA up as I focused on making the guy in front of me react slowly. The result? Everything went into slow motion. My movements were also slowed, but not as slow as everyone else's. I was able to pull off some crazy dribble moves and weave through traffic. I then went to dunk, but at the last second, did a crazy/fancy reverse lay-up. As soon as I made it, time was back to normal again. I proceeded to slow down time, steal the ball, and then score over and over and over again. I had just noticed the scoreboard and it said 44-20 in our favor, of course. The guy I was guarding said, "I'm done with this. I think its time to quit." I replied, "No, no. Its not over yet." I then stole it from him, cleared it, drove to the lane, and threw it down as hard as I could. I hung from the rim for a second and with quick and powerful pull, I shattered the glass backboard. The glass broke into thousands of little pieces and I turned to that kid and said, "Now we are done." All but a couple players left the gym. I talked to the ones who stayed. There was a hoop way up in the rafters and I told them I could dunk on it. They looked "defeated" and started walking toward the exit. I could tell they believed I could do it, but they couldn't handle it. Diddy and Mike had disappeared part way through the game and Cliff made a brief appearance during the game as one of my teammates, but he was no longer there. I decided to just exit the building. I flew over to the door and just before reaching it, I supersonic burst flew into it and blew the doors off the hinges.

I landed and began walking down the hallway. A proper looking, nerdy man in a sweater vest and glasses passed me in the hallway. After passing him, I used my hand to slap the air as I imagined his face. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and I saw his head jerk. He started rubbing his face and said, "Ouch," sort of under his breath. I stopped, turned around and said, "Are you ok?" He looked so confused and replied with a simple "Yeah." I turned away from him and did it again, this time with a little more force. He stumbled off balance as his glasses hit the floor. I couldn't hold in the laughter. I didn't bother saying anything I just waked further down the hallway. As he bent over to pick up his glasses, I swift-kicked the air, resulting in the man being kicked in the ass, knocking him to the floor. Laughing, I exited the hall and entered another hallway. Two professional looking business women passed me in this hallway. They looked like the "super smug" type, so I naturally wanted to mess with them. I made one of the women reach up under the other ones skirt and pleasure her. Soon enough, I had them both "disc jockey'n" each other and stripping naked. Further down the hall, a group of "hard" gangsters pass me. They were decked out in rags, gang colors, guns in their belts and everything. As I passed them I had one unzip his pants and another started blowing him. After a brief period, I snapped my fingers and they turned back to how they were. All I heard was panicked voices saying, "WTF! WTF! He sucked yo d***! WTF!" They all looked terrified as I lost it. I laughed so hard the dream began to become unstable. I quickly stabilized and attempted to exit the building.

The next room I entered was full of so many people, I could barely move. I knew the next door, which was at the top of a set of stairs, would get me out of the building. I tried to simply make everyone in the room disappear all at once. I did a hand motion, but nothing happened. So, I shouted, "Disappear!!" Instead of everyone disappearing, they all jumped in shock and then toppled over like the fainting goats. I mean, everyone in the room (100 people or more). I chuckled at this bizarre turn of events. I proceeded to step over people to get to the exit, but they all stood up and got in my way again. I did the fainting goats trick a few more times, but they kept getting back up and in my way again. I had made it half way up the steps before I finally got mad, picked up the person in front of me, and violently hurled them down the long, steep steps. It was a pretty brutal fall and they did not move after they got to the bottom. The whole place was quiet and everyone had stopped moving. I said, "Now, GET THE F*** OUT OF MY WAY!!" They all panicked and ran around like chicken with their heads cut off. It finally got them out of my way and I exited the building.

The parking lot was full of people. I walked over to the nearest hot chick I saw and started kissing her. She pulled away, but held onto my shirt and said in a sexy voice, "So, do you want me to struggle?" I pulled out of her grasp and said, "What? Hell no!" I thought to myself, "That is the first time I ever got that response. Talk about a turn off." I had now lost all desire for a sexcapade. I felt myself waking up, so I prepared to DEILD.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!



May 26, 2013
Lucid Dream 507: Karuta at Grand Manor
Series: Land of Dreams, Episode 13
DEILD



I transitioned pretty smoothly back into the dream state. I stood up and I was in the same parking lot as before. It was pretty dark, much darker than the previous dream. I remembered a technique that another DV Member had tried, so I figured I'd give it a shot. I found the moon in the sky, held out my hand, and attempted to turn it until it became the sun. I could see the moon turning, and after a few turns, it completely blacked out, lol. After my unsuccessful attempt to change the environment to daylight, I did notice that everything was much clearer. Still night time, but less darker. I figured the darkness was just a stability issue and the dream had now settled. With nothing interesting around me, I took flight. I flew straight up into the air and got above the surrounding trees. I could see city lights all around me in the distance, so I took off toward them. I flew for a while and my memory here is a bit fuzzy. One way or another, I ended up in front of a mansion.

I entered the mansion and was greeted by a butler at the door. He said, "Welcome back, Master Yoshi." I went along with it. I responded, "Thompson, so good to see you again. I see you have kept the mansion clean in my absence." This thing was huge. There was a super long hallway (I'd estimate at 100 yards) that was easily 20 yards wide. It was like the size of a shopping mall except it looked like a super pretentious house. The floor was shiny marble and a plethora of art work and sculptures could be found in every direction. All the doors in the hallway were the Japanese style sliding doors, except super fancy. Most doors were opened as I just explored the mansion. Rooms were on my left and right side of the hallway. One room had people fencing one end of the room and kendo on the other, another was some sort of office, one looked like a green house, and another resembled a dining room. I got to the end of the hall and there was a room full of tatami mats. I immediately thought of the anime, "Chihayafuru."

I was excited that I had found a Karuta room. I went in and kneeled down ready to play some Karuta. There were several people in the room. A man in traditional japanese garb walked over and handed Karuta Cards to me and my random opponent. I can't read japanese in the first place, not to mention the symbols on the cards kept changing every time I looked at them, lol. I just placed the cards in the same way I have saw them placed in Chihayafuru. My opponent did the same. We were ready to play. My opponent looked at me and said, "Itadakimasu." I chuckled and thought, "Yeah, that was used incorrectly." We both hunched over in the ready position and the reader began reading. He was kind of quiet, but the reading sounded very accurate to hundred poets reading that happens in actual Karuta matches. He began reading the first verse and I swiftly swung to my opponents side and knocked away the card. I retrieved the card, showed it to the reader and said, "This is the correct card, yes?" He looked at it and said, "Hai." I set it aside, put one hand/arm into the air, and sent my opponent a card from my side. It was so awesome. I felt like I actually knew what I was doing . I got too excited though and felt the dream slipping. I prepared for another DEILD.

Series Details
In the dream series, "The Land of Dreams," I explore the depths of my subconscious. With no real goals in mind, I explore the creative lands and characters that come before me. Who will I meet? Where will I go? What will I do? These are the dreams that fit into no particular category. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!



May 26, 2013
Lucid Dream 508: The Most Interesting God in the World
Series: Is that you God? Its me, Yoshi, Episode 1
DEILD



I transitioned very smoothly once again and was in the same room I ended the last dream in. However, it was now empty. A little disappointed that my Karuta game was over, I exited the room. I entered back into the same hallway and started walking back toward the entrance. There was now even more art than before. Some of the pictures were moving and portraits were smiling/winking at me as I looked at them. Some were portraits of strange people I had never saw before. Others were very abstract pieces. I greatly enjoyed looking around at all the different sculptures, paintings, drawings, etc. It was like I had visited the art museum of my mind. The drawings ranged from dark and sinister to kindergarten crayon sketches. The variety was amazing. I remember noticing one painting of colonial wig wearing men with glowing alien-like eyes and fingers. It was a pretty trippy painting. Eventually, I stumbled upon a rather interesting room.

It was an entire room based on religion. Christianity, in particular. The walls were painted with angels, holy light, baptism, etc. The art was really beautiful. There were pictures of various religious things and a small alter at the top of the room. There was a kneeling mat right in front of the alter. I figured, "Might as well try something new." I kneeled on the mat and decided to try and talk to "God." I noticed there was a ridiculously large picture of Jesus on the wall right in front of me. It was a bit distracting, so I closed my eyes. I said, "God, I come here to ask for guidance." I felt a rush of energy go through my body. It was a little euphoric. Not quite on the level of XTC, but still pretty nice. Suddenly, my body bent over and bowed to the floor on its own. It was a pretty neat experience. I sat up and the portrait of Jesus was now a portrait of the the Dos Equis, "Most Interesting Man in the World," guy. He spoke in a super deep voice and spoke in some nonsense language that I couldn't understand. I had kind of a puzzled expression and thought, "Umm....huh?" He then spoke in his normal commercial voice and sounded a bit annoyed, as if I was supposed to understand his made-up language. He said, "Just get up and move around every once in a while. Just be on the look-out for opportunities to do the right thing." I was pretty satisfied with this experience. It had comedy and basics of humanity. Seems about right coming from my subconscious when it comes to religion . Anyway, as I continued to explore, I felt myself waking up, so I immediately prepared to DEILD once again.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Is that you God? Its me, Yoshi," I dive into one of the more controversial topics, religion (in particularly, christianity). I'll explore everything from basic praying/confession to boarding Noah's Arc. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!


May 26, 2013
Lucid Dream 509: Care for a Bite?
Series: 108 Stars of Destiny, Episode 10
DEILD



Smooth transition and back into the mansion. It had changed now and looked less like a classy mansion and more like a huge fancy sports bar. There were people drinking at small tables everywhere you looked. There was also TVs, bars, and other "sports bar" accessories scattered throughout. I tried to think of some things I could do to get points for the DVA Competition. All I could think of was phasing through walls. I started walking through wall after wall after wall. With each phase, it became smoother and smoother. It got to the point where I was passing through them like they weren't even there. I decided to take flight. I started flying through wall after wall as if they were only holograms. I picked up the speed and soon flying through rooms was happening almost instantaneously. All I could really see was flashes of walls coming at me in rapid succession. I thought, "I bet it would hurt if I just slammed into one of these." Right on que, I slammed hard into a wall that I couldn't pass through. It didn't hurt, but I definitely felt the force of hitting the wall at high speed. I laughed and thought to myself, "Yup, that is what I get for thinking that." I looked around and I was now definitely in a sports bar. Nothing fancy about it.

I saw the redhead chick from True Blood, Jessica (Deborah Ann Woll). She was sitting at a table with a guy. I walked over and saw her pout in a cute manner and say, "But, I'm hungry." The dude looked at her and said, "No, not here." I held out my arm, flicked my wrist, and sent that dude flying across the bar. I took his seat, stretched out my neck and said, "You can feed on me anytime of the night!" She smiled rather seductively, grabbed my head and jerked it up to her mouth. I felt her fangs sink into my neck and then got a rush of pleasure. She drank for a few seconds and then pulled away. I looked at her and said, "Yeah, you are doing that again." She responded, "I just drank a lot. You are going to lose too much blood and I'm not going to drain my King." I was turned on already (Is it strange to be turned on during this sequence? Lol). I said, "Then I command you as your King to feed." She smiled and sank her teeth into me again. It didn't feel quite like the first time, so I told her to bite down harder. It felt amazing. She pulled away and I said, "I need you in my army! Will you join me in my quest to fulfill the ultimate destiny?" She playfully acted as if she might not join. I told her she could be completely free in the Dream World with no fear or limitations. I told her my power in here surpasses anything she could imagine. Then I said, "Plus, me and you will be spending plenty of alone time together." Said, "Of course, I'll join." Excited, I told her to get back to the feeding. As she was draining me, I felt myself waking up. Not wanting to lose details, I decided it was time to end the DEILD chain.

Series Details
Welcome to the epic dream series known as, "The 108 Stars of Destiny." Follow me as I build the most powerful army the dream world has ever seen. Along with the help of 108 key recruits, I take on the dream world and elevate to god-like status! Will anyone stand in my way? Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

108 Stars of Destiny
NEW 15 - Jessica - The Blood Star

Last night, I dreamed I stole a $1200 suit case from an art exhibit and got chased by Kate Middleton through a shopping mall. The exhibit was being run by 2 old guys and one part of it was giant paintings someone had made of anime characters. Kate chased me into the bathroom (which, in my dream, was a bathroom for rich people). I hid in a stall and counted out cash, since I didn't want to be tracked by using my debit card. A girl in there kept asking what I was doing. I dropped some quarters on the floor but left them because bathroom floors are gross. I escaped the bathroom and made it to an elevator, and she was unable to follow me.

The suitcase was actually a work of art created by a friend of mine, and it looked exactly like a regular suitcase. I was going to ask her to help me make some shoes and sell them at exorbitant prices later on. Everyone kept asking why I didn't have any art in the exhibit, and I felt really embarrassed about it.

In other news, this makes me 1 journal entry away from 400 in my offsite dream journal, which is several years old.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

To get a bank account, or anything official, people are required to identify themselves with DNA fingerprinting. I'm applying to a job or something like that and they take a drop of blood for DNA sampling. I'm sitting in an uncomfortable chair for too long before I get any feedback and then without a warning the chair locks me in and I feel a needle on my back. I feel scared for a bit and then become aware I'm just dreaming and decide to play along and just memorize every detail of the story as it unravels.

I am drugged and transported somewhere. When I get back to my senses I'm with some other persons, rounded up on some fenced place with red dirt floor. A guy who befriends me says we're on another planet, a red planet and we've been selected due to something in our DNA.

He invites me to escape with him. He says we have to face some giant guy who protects the gates. At the end of a long open ceiling corridor, we meet him. We fight and I recall I can fly and do all my kung fu tricks, so we win.

We escape and along our path we meet someone who offers help. Says we must go alongside the river until we find a bridge. We should not cross it. Just meet there some guys who will take us underground.

But when we arrive, there's no one there. We admire the beautiful iron bridge. It leads to a gorgeous palace on the other side of the river.

Then we see an abandoned boat and a floating body. We get in the boat and rush up to grab the body. It is a woman with dark straight hair. We bring her inside the boat and do CPR. She is alive! Then we see a chain pending from the boat and on the other end of it is a dog fighting for his life. we pull the chain, he offers some resistance because it chokes him a little bit, but soon he is also on the boat with us and looking very thankful.

We seek help in the palace and we find that the woman and her dog live there. We are taken in as heroes. She had went for her usual boat promenade and the guys who we were supposed to meet with, had decided it was much more interesting to assault her and rob anything she might have of value. She didn't had much so they reacted with anger and decided to kill her and the dog. Luckily we appeared on time.

We were given jobs in the palace and we stayed there.

Now I start seeing life through the youngest girl in the family, a gorgeous teenager with a thing for art. Her father spoils her with everything she wants, as long as she doesn't get out of her golden cage. She surrounds herself with paintings, sculptures and all fine arts she can ask her father to put his hands on. But she is frustrated and unhappy. One day, the palace and the gardens are super busy with people preparing some big event, and she hids on one of her art galleries. Looking at those marble sculptures of naked bodies she feels so horny. She touches them as she masturbates furiously. She is going crazy that she can't reach an orgasm. I am her but I am also the guy who is now working in the palace, so I feel her horny despair and I also see her through his eyes and feel his lust.

Then I realize again I am just dreaming and I wake up.

Dreamed of an oil on canvas painted portrait. The wooden frame was nicely carved with swirls at each corner and was possibly gold leafed. The painting had a dark blue and black background that was possibly a blue cloth. The portrait was of some English nobleman. He had a moderately frilly white shirt and soft red velvet justacorps(18th century jacket).

I am in a room with a large group of people and they're all sporting their new tattoos. All that have been shown have just been black ink then someone that may have been Will Smith showed off a tattoo that was on hid back and it was in full color and outshone all the others. After that he went downstairs with his mother and down there was a cafe type deal.
A policeman was leaning against the wall. Will sat down as his mom started to make him a drink the policeman sat down a few moments after.

3-20-08


A Lucid Dream.

I don't remember where the dream started, but I was walking across the street toward my mom's house. I looked on the ground and saw a scorpion. My first thought was to go grab my camera. Then I saw a second scorpion.

I looked and saw that they were coming from this box. I looked in the box and then saw a fat Black Widow crawl out. I continued to watch with a mixture of fascination and horror, as dozens of scorpions and BWs slowly climbed out of the box and onto the dirt driveway where I was standing.

Something about this scene made me question my state. At first I dismissed the idea that I was dreaming because this was real. I know what dreams feel like and what reality feels like. This was simply too real to be a dream.

But at the same time, I remembered how frustrated I had been at myself lately for missing so many obvious dream signs. And that if I later found out that this was a dream, and that I missed the perfect opportunity to become lucid, I would really be mad at myself.

So as I walked again twoard my mom's house, I jumped into the air to see if I could fly. I went up and came right back down. I felt silly for trying. This was reality. But I decided to give it one more try. I jumped out and kicked myself forward....and I totally surprised myself when I continued to glide ahead in the air.

I was thrilled that I was actually dreaming when I was so sure that I wasn't. I hadn't been expecting the chance to have this experience. I was extremely thankful that I hadn't given up.

I started to fly. The land behind my mom's house dropped off and I was flying high over a valley far below.

All of a sudden the dream began to fade. I had the attitude of, "Don't you dare..."

I reached out and rubbed my hands on my arms like I did in the last LD. I noticed the same way of how my hands left like they were part of my physical body, but yet I could move them around my body whith out bumping into my sleeping body on the bed.

The hand rubbing did the trick.

There is a fuzzy place here that I don't remember what I did. I think I might have flown in a store.

But at some point I remembered that I needed to try some tasks, I remembered that I told Nothin7 that I would try some of his experiments. I tried to remember what they were.

I decided that the first one was to write a sentence. I was outside of a house. I decided to fly inside. I landed by a table and looked until I found a pen. I then found a paper. It was written on, but had spaces around the edges. I knew I didn't need much room to write a sentence, so this paper would work good enough for me. I carefully wrote, "I NEED TO WRITE A SENTENCE FOR NOTHING7." I was actually a little surprised that it was easy to do and that I had no trouble at all doing it. It wasn't until later in retrospect that I realized I used all caps to write it, and I never wirte in caps these days (I went through a stage as a teenager when I did. Maybe this is significant because I often go back to being a teen in my dreams.)


I then tried to remember the next thin I was supposed to do. I then remembered something about humming a song that I made up. I tried coming up with a little tune. I didn't do as well on this one becasue I often couldn't quite get the notes I was trying for, so then whole thing sounded off and out of tune. But I feel that I was able to do it somewhat. As I went outside again I continued to hum and ended up humming a melody that I thought I knew from real life. But now, in retrospect, I think it is something I was continuing to make up.

I then remembered that I needed to find a painting to look at. I was a little shed nearby that I knew was actually a shop. I supposedly knew the lady that ran the shop. I felt sure that I could find a picture inside the shop.

I went in. The walls were covered with items for sale--things like dream catchers and other ornaments and trinkets. But I did see a picture. It was actually a sand painting. It was several shades of earth tones. I saw that it was a desert scene with hills and cliffs. I felt that I was able to understand the picture was of.

I continued to look. I saw more pictures. The next two were water colors. They were a still life of a chemistry set...flasks and beakers...all stacked into a tower. There were two pictures in this set, obviously done by the same artist.

I then looked up and saw a large picture. It was actually made out of a sheet of metal and pounded into a 3D picture. It was a snow scene with a barn. I reached out to touch it. I felt the shiny cold surface of silver.

Mrs. Moore was now standing beside me. I understood that this was her store. She made a comment that that picture was her favorite too.

Seeing Mrs. moore, I decided that I would have her try the experiment. I asked her if she would be willing to write out a sentence for me.

But before she could I was suddenly awake.

Driving up Kingscote Cres with parents, turned into house over the road from no. 23. We were going there for dinner. Lady walked out to meet us, somehow walking with her feet upside-down. She climbed on the bonnet of the car where she knelt and did some welcoming ceremony. We went inside. Toured house, which was multi-level, with lots of turning half-staircases. Very modern. Lady told me to keep the children out of her art room, and I understood it was because of what they might see, not for fear of them damaging anything. Some very strange and grotesque art, like that of Richard Upton Pickman.

Lucid Scientist

A woman scientist was talking about a hairy ball. It was some kind of an animal, and more ovular, but there were no legs or head or anything. She ended up saying it was pork. Then she compared it to some kind of hairy stick. She went into some detail about the stick.

I'd been listening intently, but I somehow missed exactly what she said, but it sounded interesting, so I asked her what she'd just said. She didn't understand my question.

I asked her what she'd said about the stick. She looked dumbfounded. I posed my question very clearly, stating that she had just made a comparison between the ball of hair and the hairy stick, and I wondered what she had said about the stick. At this point, I became lucid.

I was going to ask her again, but realized that would be pointless, and I was so pissed at this stupid bitch, I decided to punch her in the face. I tried, but I couldn't move my arms. This is either because I was very tired, or simply very poor control. I have a theory that being very tired hurts dream control, though I have found this not to be true at all times. Just a thought.

I either woke up, or had a false awakening at this point. I think I woke up.

Lucid Make-out

A girl was on a bicycle. She wasn't a little girl, but she was younger than I am. Anyway, I started making out with her. She seemed into it. Eventually I tried to do more, but I woke up, again, possibly an FA.

At School

There were several projects hanging on a wall. One was lit. It had a crescent moon. The light turned off just as I looked at it. I was very interested and I liked the picture. I tried to see if the plug had come out, but there were easels in front of all the pictures, and some kind of wires between them. I tried to go around them all, but I had a coat on and couldn't squeeze through the easel on the end and the wall. I said never mind.

Then I was on the floor taking gloves off. I had 4 pairs of gloves on my left hand. Every time I pulled a glove off, there was another one underneath it. I thought that was very strange, and so did this other person who was watching me.

I organized the gloves. I had my driving gloves, I had my winter gloves, I had another pair of driving gloves which must have been a gift, and a single glove without a match.

Then a girl came in, gave me a muffin, and left. I was grateful and thanked her, though I was a little late. Then I tried to tell her I'd pay her back some time. Someone in the room was trying to sleep and she told me that I thanked her too many times.

Then I was trying to sleep. The portion of the room by the door had at least 4 medium to large parrots in cages. I thought I should be comfortable with them as I've had birds in my life. One looked like my old Blue Front Amazon, but I thought the birds were a bit excessive, and they were kind of blocking the door in and out.

Then I had to go to the bathroom. It was very public. The urinal was a bucket, and someone was standing on it to pee. It was to keep clean the way people don't sit on a toilet.

Then that person was gone and someone was in the adjacent stall. I thought I would wait even though the urinal was free. Someone else came up and was going to go ahead of me, and they said they would be a few minutes, so I should go. I decided to go.

When I got up to the urinal, it had a bunch of dishes or trash or something in it, so I said fuck it and walked out.

I love the characters that pop up in my dreams.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking back I see Mark is there, his typical goofy smilebeaming from his face. He says “Hi” and I reply in kind. I can also see mydaughter running towards the back of the room, apparently intent on going upstairs.I know she will be okay and I turn around to walk towards another exhibit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The exhibit I’m approaching is blue, like the previous one,and I become lucid as I reach out to light the candles. Tiny sparkly shapes ofstars and magical symbols dangle from an overhanging piece of metal. As I applyflame to the candles I accidentally set the art on fire. The sparkly thingsburst into a brief flame that leaves them charred and wrinkled. I initiallyfeel bad but I decide I need not be concerned because I’m dreaming and the artalters slightly before my eyes. It actually looks better now.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Pleased with my contribution to the exhibit I walked on withsome of the other people who were heading out the back door of thebuilding. I was expecting to see moreart out here and perhaps a gathering of people but instead I found a largefenced-off sandpit with people walking their Chihuahuas through a course duginto the sand. It was disappointing.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I saw Bo and Luke Duke (The Dukes of Hazzard) and theylooked like they wanted a dog by the way they were acting and moving but I realizedthey already had a dog and were walking it along the course. Being lucid still I thought about finding anew place to go and enjoy but just as I started walking away the dream fadedand I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Fight at School

I was in a school setting. It reminded me of my elementary school at one point, but nothing else about the dream had anything to do with it.

It was very crowded. A black guy wanted to fight me for some unknown reason.

He ended up getting brass knuckles. This idea was carry-over from a movie I recently saw. I was terrified. I got a broom stick or a mop handle with nothing attached to it and hid it behind a door so the guy wouldn't see it when he came after me. I wanted the element of surprise.

At one point I saw some school officials and I said, "I hope you're going to protect me!" I figured it was their job to protect students, though they didn't seem to care.

Eventually the guy reached out and gave me the brass knuckles. They were thinner than they would be in waking life. He looked at me as if to say, "Don't worry white boy; I'm not going to hurt you."

I was so relieved. I gave the brass knuckles back to the guy.

Girl

A girl Bv came up to me. She was looking at my clothes. She said, "Are those boxers?" I said, "Yea." She said, "Can I see?" I showed her the top of them. My hip bone was showing. She was acting like she wanted me, so I said, "Come here" and led her down a step and around a corner where nobody could see. I wanted her to put her hand down my drawers, but then she backed away. She said she couldn't. I was very disappointed.


Art

I was in a bedroom, but much of it was set up like a shop of sorts. People had come over to buy stuff. At one point they went into another room. A guy was in the room as if an employee. He straightened up the place while the customers were in the other room. I told another DC that he was doing a quick "puff and tuck" which is a term we used to use at a bedroom store when we had to straighten up.

I found it odd that he would do a retail straightening up in a bedroom, but he was gay and he liked making sure everything was just so.

Then the people came back into the main room. Now they were looking at art that was in the room. The manager of the old bedroom store told them to hold on. He wanted to show them something. He left and came back with some art that I had done and given him many years ago.

This art was in the style of art I did many years ago with particle board, india ink, glass chips, and little stones to make stars and planets. The wood was cut into a semi circle. Another was an oval canvas.

I got a pretty good look at one of the pieces. There were three planets in a nearly straight line. There were also glass chips that made up curved lines. The were either colored glass, or I had painted a representation of reflection nebula around them. The constellations were labeled Enceladus and Titan (not constellations in waking life, but moons of Saturn.)

This is carryover from a sound project I've been thinking about.

I would like to try to make this piece of art just to see something from a dream on a regular basis, but I'm not set up for it. maybe some day.

I was in some sort of classroom, pretending to sleep under what seemed like a huge brown coat on a couch. The room I was in seemed to be like a huge art room, which was very open. I heard voices enter the room and noticed me. They "woke" me up and told me I needed to move so that they can start their class. I did and sat down at a table adjacent to the couch, which they did also. One of them, who wore glasses, asked me if he could buy my laptop from me. I do have a laptop and I would never sell it because I need it for work, so I decline the offer. He tries to convince me that he needs it more, but I do not budge. The teacher of the class, which happened to be one that I knew from middle school, then split us into groups. I was split with an old acquaintance from High School and Vincent Vega from Pulp Fiction, donning his T-shirt instead of his usual suit. My group was crowded at the table with the other groups, so I pointed to an empty table that we all could sit at. The other group, though, decided to sit with us also. I remember feeling annoyed about that.

I then woke up.

I was in a large room. It was as big as an airplane hanger. There was no furniture.

Hanging from the ceiling were huge steel objects. Their dimensions were approximately 10' x 10' x 2', They were different shapes and colors, but solid colors.

I looked up knowing what to do. I had to avoid these objects that were coming to kill me. One came sliding across the ceiling. It could drop on me. Then another came from the other side of the room. It slid towards me, but it lower as it came towards me, so instead of threatening to drop on me, it could simply hit me as it moved forwards.

I started looking around the room and multiple objects started moving. I had to maneuver my way away from them.

Then the room started producing objects. I had to find stop button for each object or the room would continue to produce that object.

The room produced large plastic garbage cans. Then it started producing large plastic guns. I had to find some button and press it. I did.

Then the room started producing a small action figure. It was evil. It wasn't so much shaped like a person, but it spoke...eventually. It had a light which I ripped out carefully. I had to avoid a sharp point on the figure. I was upset about the point so I went to break it. It turned out to be a spear. When I broke the figures spear, it got mad and spoke to me saying, "You got me there, but now I'm angry!" or something like that. I continued to rip out a few wires and it "died."

Dream Skip

I'm in an old condo I used to live in with my mother. It was in good condition, but a wall was coming apart and it was going to need work soon. We needed to sell the place quickly to avoid having to deal with the problem.

As I walked through the house, I looked down over the living room. It was all white. There was a computer in the far right corner with a display in front of it. It was like silly bands, but nearly a foot high. There were several of them and they took on a random shape in response to the computer input. It was a physical manifestation of art that my mother was working on.

I was surprised that she would choose to do her art on a computer, but she did, and she had set up this thing in front of the computer to change shapes as she worked on her art. The art she was working on and the silly bands did not look alike. The silly bands would all take on the same shape.

There was another computer at the opposite corner of the room. It displayed the same artwork as the other computer. Someone made some innocuous change on the second computer, but it made a change to the display of silly bands. This change would be a give-away that someone had played with her computer.

There was some issue with some people trying to kill someone and they were caught. Then three ugly, heavy-set black women sat down at a dinner table and tried not to look guilty, but they were guilty of the crime.

The End

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I meet some guy at an outdoor café. We talk about the lucid plane. I think I say something about reading Castaneda's teachings at the moment and ask him some question about my awakened hyper-lucidity experienced during the day. He is some big head of the dream warrior elite and is handing me out some important info and answering some of my questions. I only became semi-lucid at the middle of it, so I don't recall much.
Suddenly we are approached by two menacing individuals with swords and this guy tells me to deal with it and please cover his retreat. I agree, because he is to important to be caught. He hands me a sword I hadn't seen before and I stay behind to fight the two attackers. The first one is easy. Just demands some brute force. The second one is harder and I have to pick up the weapon of the previous one and fight with two swords. It feels awkward, because I have a katana on one hand and an european sword on the other hand. Somehow I manage, but honestly I feel that he gives up very easily and I don't know why. He simply runs away when he still could keep fighting.
I then had a rendez-vous with a group of dream warriors at some hideout I just learned about (from the other guy). It is some sort of cave. I enter through a round hole on a wall, like an air passage, which takes them by surprise. They point out that there are a bunch of other entrances, like normal sized doors. I tell them I thought they kept all the entrances locked, so I had to find a way to break in. They reply that the entrances are never locked, not even closed, as there are no doors at all. I find that strange. They say it is a much bigger security to simply never allow the secret of this place to be revealed. And if it is found out, why bother locking behind doors? If any enemy wants to confront them, they are always ready to battle, no point in running or hiding and avoiding the inevitable. I find that very brave and valiant. But then it proves to be shitty when we are suddenly surrounded by a bunch of the bad guys. I had been followed and the hideout had been discovered. My fellow dream warriors couldn't be more pissed off with me. I couldn't be more pissed off with me! I prepare to fight alongside them, but they tell me to go get WakingNomad to help out. I think it's a good idea, but I also feel that they use it to get rid of me for a while.
Following their instructions, I go look for WakingNomad and I find him at some art studio looking beyond some canvas, seemingly spaced-out. "Hey Nomad, remember me?" Nothing. "Hey man, you're needed to help some dreamers in trouble." Still nothing besides a vague look, like "Really?" "Hey, you really don't remember me?" (While I think to myself "we had sex on our last dream encounter, bro") I walked around a little bit, but he wasn't really responding. I think I gave up.(...)

I only recalled this dream after seeing a comic strip in the newspaper this morning.

I can only remember one part of this dream, the part where I won first place. My dad had entered me in some sort of Art & Comic competition.

I was in some huge auditorium. They called me up as the first place winner, while showing my "work" on a huge movie screen behind the speaker. While I was walking up I got really nervous, because most of the things appearing on the screen weren't actually my work.
I specifically remember seeing some rage comics from the internet, as well as a random photograph of a skyscraper. When the speaker gave me the microphone,he told me to say what I wanted to the audience because I was the winner. I thought about telling everyone that this wasn't really my work and that I should just be disqualified. I should also tell them that my father entered me in this competition, and it was his fault because he did not check what work was actually mine.
For some reason, I did not tell the audience that, and I really felt stupid after not doing that. I just sort of walked off of the stage.

Seems like everytime I'm about to give up, something magical happens and puts me back in my spot. I didn't have lucid dreams, but I had AMAAAAZING recall in the morning. I can remember about 4.5 dreams. But I won't go into too much detail because they might be in some art pieces I'll be doing. I dreamt about being naked on Tinychat, about spooning someone special, sex, something about space, and an amaaaaaaaazing last dream. This last one was filled with gore-filled horror, ghouls, guns, a bloody jungle, a bloody spaceship, and an apocalyptic setting again ;3 I was way too happy when I woke up. I told a friend and he though I was mental because I was happy about such a disgustingly gorey and scary dream.