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I'm in my bed sleeping at my parents' house. My mom comes in, and wants to know if I want to call my brother in right now to have a talk before I have to go. It's the middle of the night, but I say sure and she goes to get him. I'm out of bed when she comes back with him and an assortment of chairs is arranged in a circle around my room with other people now sitting in them. I take a chair across from him and Mom tells me I can start. I begin telling him about his attitude and actions that he's taken and how if he could see what he was doing, he would be embarrassed. He chooses to ignore me though so I walk away. I find myself in a dark room with a girl I know and someone else. Although I can barely see anything, I become aware that I'm dreaming. I immediately go for the finger push reality check and it works, but the room is dark, and without many senses engaged, I soon lose lucidity. I emerge in a new place walking into a bar of sorts. I see a group of friends who want to play a game with me. I think it's either pool or beer pong. Before I go play with them, I see a few people setting up a chess board. The pieces are fairly large, but are laid out strangely. I question this for a while until rationalizing that the pieces are laid out in the other orientation than I first thought. Looking back at the board, it now looks fine. There are some missing pieces though, 3 pawns, and I look for them. Next to the board is a box of heavy whipping cream and inside, I can see all three pawns covered in it. I slowly take them out with the guy next to me helping to clean them off. He has a very heavy English accent making it difficult to understand what he's saying.

Night of July 27, 2018. Friday.

Dream #: 18,848-06. Reading time: 1 min 16 sec.



My dream starts with becoming aware I am watching a series of “Grimm” episodes. I am not focused on specific content, mostly indoor character interactions.

The episode I am watching is meant to feature the Eisbiber (“ice beaver”) played by Danny Bruno (as Bud). Over time, it is Neelix, played by Ethan Phillips, from “Star Trek: Voyager.” Neelix acts like the Eisbiber character. He moves, nods, and shakes like an Eisbiber, but his appearance never changes.

The images become a “real” studio setting with the actors (rather than the characters they play). They are filming in the actor David Giuntoli’s house. Over time, there is no one else around. It seems late at night. I consider I may not know how to get out. I stumble around in the dark in what may be a kitchen (though it is like our kitchen in real life).

Soon, it is light enough to see. David walks out from a room in a white bathrobe. I start to explain to him how I was a tourist who somehow ended up in his house.

He nods, saying (without emotion), “Uh-huh. It’s time to go home now.” He turns to go back into his bedroom. I notice two big spotlights on the floor as I find my way to a doorway. They seem broken.

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The last part is typical RAS modulation, with a celebrity as the modulatory avatar (in a role as a detective, one of the more common forms). It is a typical subliminal “return to bed” directive that occurs at least once in every sleep cycle.

The rest is a reactive representation of the waking process. It includes an association with beavers (as in building a dam, which causes water to lower, with water otherwise being the reactive representation of sleep dynamics). Bud transforms into Neelix as the vestibular system simulacrum. (He travels in space.) The broken spotlights represent my dream’s ending.

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Date of Dream: WED 30 AUG - 2017



Dream No. 188 - Separated Sections

Dream 188 A - Sneaking Out
The dream took place at my old house. I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, it was Friday and AV was coming to take my mum out to Dandenong. I said that I wanted to come with them and the accepted my request. In my head, I thought “Yes! I'll finally get to see NN!”. Mum and AV were waiting for me as I went into my bedroom to pick an outfit to wear.

There were all these fancy necklaces hanging at the back of the bedroom door... I chose an orange one to wear with my outfit. I then went through a selection of many clothes. The first concern was the base top that I was going to wear, it ended being navy blue. I then went to another shelf to look for skirts. There were three skirts I tried on... I picked a black skirt with white lines and yellow flowers. I then put a yellow cardigan on top and the outfit was complete.

I came out of my room to find out that mum and AV had snuck off without me. I reassessed what I was doing in the bedroom. Apparently I went in there at 2:30 PM and didn't come out until 5:00 PM, meaning I took two and a half hours. I don't remember what else happened in the dream.

Dream 188 B - The Terrible Storm
I don't remember what happened at the start of this dream. From where I do remember, I was at the so called Killester, coming to support the Class of 2017 for their final exams. The place did look like a school but it looked nothing like Killester. I was walking around one of the buildings and that's when I saw NN and spoke to him for a while. I then continued to walk and that's when these really dark clouds started to come in... Even black ones.

Some of these clouds were coming down really fast, down to the ground on where I was standing... It also started raining. The sight of the really dark clouds and heavy rain terrified me and it was supposed to be day time but the sky was as black as night. I was wandering around aimlessly, having the intention of Dreamy WB's assistance but only seemed to call out “WB”. Additionally, I almost had no voice, almost like I had a throat infection of some sort. It felt like I was speaking her name over 50 times but even after that, there wasn't a response. I eventually gave up and I don't remember what else happened in the dream.

Dream 188 C - Movie Theatre Denial
Once again, I don't remember the start of the dream. From where I do remember, there was this movie watching venue I was at, which was mostly outdoors. There were some complications for my family but I forgot what they specifically were. The theatre manager said that we weren't allowed into one of the auditoriums. The reactions of my family are also a blurry memory. I do remember I became really upset at one point. My mum had told me that I lost my water bottle.

I walked out of the complex and just stood on the nature strip of the street. All these Mario characters started appearing but I said I didn't need their help. Mario himself was the last to appear and that's when I went running up to him, begging for his help. He picked me up and ended up hugging me really hard. He then carried me around the movie place, where we eventually came across my water bottle in a garden bed... He lowered me so I could pick up the bottle.

I looked around the bottle and discovered that it wasn't mine because there was graffiti of a stranger's name on it. Mario then carried me to a quiet corner and gave me some affection before putting me down. Then dream scene was then my mum talking to one of the staff members, a woman. The woman said that we could go into this other auditorium at 2:00 PM. The time came and the door was still locked. I subconsciously noticed Mario standing nearby, having a look of pity on his face. I then woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Date of Dream: MON 13 MAR - 2017



Dream No. 88 – On The Hunt

All the family were at my house, celebrating my birthday, but within the family, there was a stranger who had claimed to know me more than he actually really does. Typed font in the dream had told me his full name, “Jon Heiner”... He resembled someone that I had seen on the Supernanny show in real life. Each family member gives me a birthday card, still sealed up in its envelope. I appreciate all the things I get but feel slightly intimidated by Jon's for some odd reason. His one is massive and when he gives it, he has some sort of perverted glint in his eye, almost like he wants to own me. No matter where Jon is, his presence always makes me feel uneasy. The dream then skips to a scene where Jon is standing outside my closed bedroom door, staring up and marvelling at it. I end up coming out of the bedroom to see him there and I tell him harshly that I do not like what he is doing.

Still, he doesn't leave me alone and I decide to tell my mum but when I do tell her how I feel about Jon, she fobs the idea off and claims that he is not a bad person at all. I was surprised when my mum said that, I thought she would be on my case and help me get rid of him. Since she had no idea and let this creep stay, I figured the only way to escape him was to escape the whole house. When I am out of the house, this dream plays a scene where Jon gets into a black car, supposedly his car, and drives it gto go after me. The dream then goes back to what I am doing. In the back of my mind, I can feel Jon going after me and so I push myself to run until the very last straw.

I end up in this country/bushland area, just at the brink of suburbia. I wander along the gravel road and there I see Mrs G (Not Mr G's wife. Mr G was a Camelot teacher, Mrs G is a Killester teacher)... I ask her if she has seen WB and she says she hasn't. I then reach this accommodation complex which was basically a group of backyard sheds. There I ask if WB's friends, like EL and NBr have seen her, but they also answered “no”. Up ahead, I can see two structures made of silver and gold stone, one small one and then one large to the left of it. I approach the small structure, climb onto it and face the big structure, calling out for WB whom I originally think is dwelling in that big structure. The only attention my calls for WB get are these odd looks from a group of old-aged strangers.

I head back towards the accommodation complex and as I'm trawling through, I see WB walking in. I am relieved when I see her and when I get close enough, I end up giving her this massive, tight hug that lasted, I think, for a few minutes, which is a long time. I found it hard to let go, as if I was releasing all my stress related to Jon through this hug and replacing it with this powerful energy from WB. When I did eventually let go, WB went off somewhere and I couldn't find her anymore. I cannot remember what happened after that.

Ritual: After a year or so of initial successes with galantamine, back in 2010–11, it had stopped working very well for me to the point where I hardly ever use it anymore. But last night after going to bed late (around 3am) and waking up just before dawn, I still felt heavy enough with sleep that I thought I might give it a shot. (Galantamine is a stimulant, so the main risk is not being able to get back to sleep.) I took one of the red pills from a bottle of "Dream Leaf," which I had nearly given up on since it had never worked for me before, possibly because I only tried it long after I had gotten "over" galantamine. I know the red pills contain galantamine from the distinctive effects, but I must say that it greatly bothers me that this supplement neglects to identify the presence of galantamine on the label, or even on their website, much less clarify the actual dosage. In fact, I would go so far as to call this obfuscation shamefully irresponsible and borderline criminal. Galantamine is a powerful substance that should never be given to people without their knowledge. So for ethical reasons I dislike this particular supplement and definitely would not recommend it, but galantamine is galantamine, and on this occasion it actually worked. Woke and wrote at 9, so I'm a bit underslept with a slight galantamine hangover, but it's been so long since I've had this sensation that I'm almost enjoying it.

I've always found galantamine dreams a bit superficial, but that's not always a bad thing. My recent attempts to force dream events to unfold in a detailed and realistic way, in the name of quality, often prove counter-productive. Sometimes a little "cowboying" is necessary to get the job done, especially in the inherent instability of the dream environment. So tonight's dreams were ultimately successful, but not exactly Masterpiece Theatre.

WILD, "Fading Gift": I was lying on my back in bed, and recognized I was in dream even as I started making elaborate sweeping gestures with my hands, but continued gesturing for a while to increase my sense of motor control. At one point I closed my eyes and scratched my scalp, and I was amazed that the sensations felt exactly like like waking life. "I am the dreamer," I murmured a few times, as if to fix the idea in mind.

I recalled how often I make unnecessary difficulties for myself at this transitional stage and told myself that if I was already dreaming, I didn't need a ton of preamble before getting out of bed—I should just get up. So I did, and it was fine. I've really been wanting to do the "finding a leftover present" TOTM, so I started looking around the room. (As has become typical lately, the room did not resemble my bedroom in WL.) I looked under the dresser, on the table... nothing so far. I felt a slight contradiction in my mental outlook: on the one hand, the best way to find the present would be to expect or even to will it to be there, but on the other hand, since it was a present I wanted to be surprised rather than force the issue. So I allowed myself only a vague expectation and kept looking. I found a wooden cabinet much like the one in my office and when I opened the door there were a few presents on the middle shelf. The first two I noticed, very small objects, I rejected as not quite right. Although they were loosely covered in wrapping, it wasn't taped down, so it looked like they had already been opened and then put back.

I kept looking and on the left side of the shelf was the perfect gift: a wide cylinder about six inches high wrapped in red and white paper with a red ribbon rising vertically on four sides to form a neat bow at the top. The paper looked familiar at first so I studied it for a moment, but it was not any pattern I've seen before. It consisted of thin white lines on a red background, but they were awkwardly curving and abstract, like an elaborate doodle.

Just as I started to open the present, I felt the dream begin to fade. I moved quickly, trying to open the box in the little time I had left. When the top came off, I plunged in my hand and felt... tissue paper. I was almost awake now, and as I reached past the tissue paper I felt like I crossed that indiscernable border between dreaming and waking consciousness. Or maybe it is not so indiscernible: what had just disappeared was my sense of touch, without which the dream had lost its tangibility. Vision lingered a little longer, and I saw my hand pull out a thick gold chain the length of a necklace, sparsely ornamented with tiny flowers that were each composed of four thin petals of white enamel. I was dissatisfied, however, not only with the gift itself (I don't care much for jewelry and this was definitely not my style), but with the fact that the dream was fading so fast that I couldn't determine to what extent dream imagination or waking imagination (not that I clearly understand the difference!) had determined the nature of the gift.

I went back to sleep, resolving to try to get lucid again and complete the task in a more satisfactory way.

DILD, "Elephant Ride": I was lying in bed but felt uncomfortable, realized I was still wearing day clothes, including a bra. Ugh, had I passed out last night? As I removed it, I noticed it was a lacy underwire thing that didn't even look familiar. I wanted to get back to sleep but the television was on loudly, so I tried to find the remote to turn it off. There were four or five remotes on top of the dresser, and I pressed the power button on all of them but nothing worked. On a couple, the image would cut out as though it were turning off but then come right back, and other remotes had no effect at all. Fine, I'll pull the damn plug, I thought grumpily, but the TV was mounted on the wall and on closer inspection it seems the wiring was concealed behind the wall. I settled for muting the volume (at least that worked) and turning the screen to the side, which accomplished little but expressed my annoyance with the device. [Possible source: I just got back from visiting my mom, where the TV was on loudly in the mornings, making it hard to read or work.]

I headed back toward the bed, but suddenly realized I must be dreaming. That would explain the difficulty I just had with the televisions, at least! And with the realization came the memory of my earlier lucid episode and my dissatisfaction with the TOTM I had attempted. I was pleased with the chance to try again.

Looking around, I soon spotted a wrapped gift on the bedside table. It was a small square box, around two inches wide and one inch high, made of that shiny gold cardboard that is common in gift boxes, and wrapped with a red ribbon. I started to untie the ribbon and realized that I was wearing gloves. At first I thought it an oddity, but quickly understood that it was just the dream's way of representing the slight awkwardness I felt in my fingers as I tried to complete this fine motor activity. I considered pulling off the gloves but recognized that it would just be a pointless waste of time, and decided instead to ignore them. At least they were thin gloves, and didn't impede me that much in my attempt to open the box. By the time it was open, they were gone.

This time I was very pleased with what I found in the box. It looked like a single confection of some sort. "Perfect, I love food!" I thought to myself happily. I pulled it out and looked it over. It was not very distinguished in shape, light brown in color and vaguely round, but a bit lumpy. There was a darker spot in the center like a piece of chocolate. [Possible source: I've been eating my mother's Christmas cookies, which have a spot of apricot jam covered with chocolate in the center. They have a much firmer texture overall than this one did, though.] The surface was dry but felt a bit pliant between my fingers, a sort of rubbery texture.

I bit into the confection and found the mouthfeel similar to what the outer texture had led me to anticipate. There was just the hint of a thin crust, and then the inside was soft but chewy. It reminded me of mochi but was firmer and easier to chew. At this point I was analyzing it with the idea of possibly attempting to recreate it in waking life. I knew that it would have to be based on glutinous rice flour. However, the overall taste was lightly chocolatey and fruity. I looked where I had bitten and distinctly saw raisins, both black and gold. There were also pieces of another fruit that was harder to identify. It had faint striations that reminded me of the fresh jackfruit I had eaten last night in WL (so that was probably the source), but this had the texture of a dried fruit. Can jackfruit be dried and baked into cookies? I couldn't say. If not, I thought that dried apricot might work just as well. The taste could have been either; it was hard to tell with all the other flavors going on. I finished the confection and found it very satisfying. If I ever do manage to recreate something like this, I'll have to post the recipe here!

I felt that I had now completed the TOTM satisfactorily, so what next? I looked around the room, and wondered if I should just leave through the door and go exploring. But somehow that is never very satisfying; I usually get better results when I am pursuing a specific idea of some sort, even when the results are not what I expected. The dream felt reasonably stable, so I wondered if I might attempt one of the TOTYs. I recalled the "riding" theme, but unfortunately, I hadn't looked at the list lately and couldn't remember the specifics very well. There was a window here... maybe I could summon a bird and ride it through the night sky? That sounded fun, but I didn't think it was on the list. The only one I could clearly remember was the elephant ride, because my studies have given me such a distinct impression of how elephants were used in battle in pre-modern Siam. I had always planned to try that one, but how do I get from my dream bedroom to pre-modern Siam?

I tried to remember the transportation spell from Harry Potter, but the command wasn't coming to me. All I could recall was "flue" something, and anyway there were no fireplaces in this bedroom (unlike my WL bedroom, which does have one!) I decided my best bet was probably the window. I knew you needed to mount an elephant from someplace high, so if I could summon one over, I could probably just descend from the window directly to its back. Then once I was on the elephant, it would be easier to get to Siam. On the way to the window, I felt impelled to opened the middle drawer of the dresser as I walked past. It was nearly empty, with just a few stray pieces of clothing... but in the far right corner was the gleam of gold. It was a pile of chocolate coins! You know the ones, disks of chocolate wrapped in gold foil stamped like currency. These were a few different sizes. I realized these might come in handy if I ended up having to buy the elephant, so I grabbed a handful and put them in my pocket.

I opened the window and felt the cool night air. The window was on the second storey, as I had anticipated, but looking out, I actually recognized that this looked nothing like my house. To the left, I could see a garage door extending perpendicularly to the wall my window was in. The house appeared to be painted beige. Across the driveway, which ran next to this wall to meet the garage, there was a wide grassy yard bordered by trees. I looked up at the night sky above the trees to see if there were any familiar constellations, and immediate recognized Orion. Of course... it seems anywhere I go, I see Orion, even in a dream. He was at an angle, almost on his side, just over the treetops... but not exactly the same in WL. At first I counted four stars in his belt, instead of the usual three. The more I looked at it, the more stars accumulated, but only in certain areas, so pretty soon Orion appeared to be wearing not only a belt, but also a brassiere, which amused me, and a crown. The crown had spikes pointing upward, like the common representation of crowns in modern iconography, but matching spikes adorned the brassiere and belt. At this point the whole shape of the constellation was getting a bit thin and stretched, and while I'm sure these transformations could go on indefinitely, right now I needed an elephant.

I knew my husband was in the next room, probably working, and even though I suspected this was dream logic, I hesitated to shout lest I annoy him. (Though I suppose it is still reasonable not to want to annoy the dream husband.) So I tried to summon the elephant quietly. Nothing happened. After trying for a bit without results, I decided to take a more dramatic approach. I stepped through the window and jumped, setting my intention for there to be an elephant down there, so I could land on its back.

There wasn't. But the results were promising nonetheless... from unconstructed dream space, I managed to conjure something plausibly like the interior of a palace in Siam. It was a bit of a hack job, without much detail, and I confess the throne was far too low (must not have been the formal audience hall), but it was sufficient for my purposes. There were various ministers standing around (another embarrassingly inaccurate detail; no courtiers would stand in the presence of the king in early nineteenth-century Siam! Good gracious!) and the king was on the throne, but a bit vague. My initial impression was that he resembled the recently deceased Rama IX, but that troubled me because I was going for an earlier era. I tried to make him look more like Rama III, but it wasn't working very well, so in the end I just didn't look too closely. At any rate, the king was vague enough that he didn't quibble when I handed over my handful of chocolate coins and requested an elephant. I didn't feel like getting into complex negotiations; I just allowed myself assume the success of the transaction and walked away.

As I exited the interior of the palace and momentarily noticed the bright sunlight reflecting off the whitewashed arch of the doorway, I felt a flash of familiarity. Of course, I thought to myself, This must be the Grand Palace, I've been here a few times. I let my memory conjure something akin to the elephant-mounting station I remembered observing there, and walked over to it. There was no elephant there presently, so I waited for someone to bring it around... and started getting impatient. No one seemed to be doing much, or paying attention to my repeated request. They must not understand English, I considered. I'll have to try it in Thai.

"Chang!" I shouted, the Thai word for elephant. "Ma nee!" I realized how rude I must sound: while "ma nee" would probably be correctly understood as "come here," or, given the contextual clues, "bring it here" as I had intended, it was a terribly rough and simple way of speaking. It was the sort of thing you might say to call a dog. I hadn't even appended a perfunctory "kha" at the end. But then I started wondering what level of politeness would be proper in this situation. I was in the palace, which made things more difficult, because royal Thai is another ballgame altogether. But what was my own social standing here? In speaking roughly I was assuming a great deal of authority... maybe that was not so bad in this situation. Fortunately, I saw my elephant being brought around before I was able to go too deep down the rabbit hole of Thai honorifics.

It was a disappointing elephant, by any standards... not only small but kind of flabby and soft, a cartoonish cross between a real baby elephant and Dumbo. Moreover it was completely unadorned, with no harness or howdah. I momentarily wondered if the lack was due to an inadequate mental impression of what a howdah should look like? But no, I could picture it clearly enough in my imagination... it just wasn't on the elephant. I guess that's what I get for being rude to the staff. To add insult to injury, they didn't even properly lead the elephant to the mounting station—though it was probably too small to get on from there anyway—they just dumped it on the stairs, where it crumpled over weakly. On the bright side, this made it easy to clamber up on its neck, so I did so and prepared to forge on.

I knew I had to enter a battle, so we promptly exited the city. I had thought to do this properly on a magnificent war elephant with a howdah and a driver and four soldiers to guard the legs—I've seen plenty of paintings and movies of proper war elephants in action—but instead I was alone, bareback with no weapon, on the most pathetic elephant I've ever seen. But at least in dream there was no risk of actually falling in battle, so I figured I could make do.

We had barely gone past the city walls when I saw the invaders approaching from the jungle. That wasn't much of a stretch; it seemed like Ayutthaya was always under attack. (I had originally envisioned myself in Bangkok, but had already slipped back to an earlier era more appropriate for elephant combat). The invaders were on horseback, I noticed, and I was relieved to see that they were only coming in ones and twos, given that I was going to have to take them on alone. They had long black hair and Asian features, and naturally I assumed that they were Burmese... until I got close enough to swing at one and saw the pointed ears. Elves?! Last night I was playing Witcher II and Pillars of Eternity, and the portrait of Aloth in the latter game closely resembled these invaders, but I wasn't sure why they were showing up here. Also, I'm fond of elves and felt loathe to fight them. Fortunately, our combat was more play-acting than anything. I had a good mental image of the kind of long-handled glaive I should be wielding, but though I swung it toward the elves and they gamely mimed being struck, the weapon did not visibly appear in my hands—and I was thankful that it drew no blood.

So I marched forward on my pathetic elephant, going through the motions of bashing the elves (elves?!) with my invisible glaive, while they went through the motions of being knocked aside, until the jungle started to coalesce into a new kind of space, a kind of wide passage under an increasingly low ceiling. The texture of the ceiling interested me, and from my position atop the elephant I could reach up and just touch it. It was covered with a kind of thick cloth, like a yellowish patterned felt, and I reached into the seams between two pieces and felt something hard and smooth. I pulled it out and found an object streaked with yellow and brown that resembled a wild bird's egg, but it was too hard and irregular, so I thought it must be a stone. I slipped it into my pocket. The felt overhead was gaping at the seams so I grabbed it and tore it off, revealing a kind of wide hatch with a knob for a handle. I wondered what it might be concealing so I pulled it open... and found the dream space deconstructing, muffling me in a soft blankety texture. Instinctively I tried to protect myself by putting the stone I had just found in my mouth, but I was still being enveloped in the stuff. I tried to pull at it with my hands, and as my fingers sank into it I was struck by the familiarity of the texture, like coarse sheep's wool—not the clean feel of a fleece, but the dirty, oily texture it has when it is still on the sheep. That was the last thing I felt before waking.

Ritual: I often wake up briefly during the night, but at one point last night I noticed that my husband was awake too, so we ended up having a conversation, probably around 3 or 4am. After that it was hard to get back to sleep, and I tossed and turned for a while. Eventually I realized that I was tossing and turning with the distinctive sensations that suggested I might already be asleep. I played with it a bit, rolling until I was sure that I was not moving in a physical way, and when I felt certain that I was in the dream state, I "got up."

WILD, "Julbock": I realized that it was my first WILD since moving to my new house, but as is typical, I failed to recognize the ways that the dream environment was different from WL. In fact, it bore very little resemblance to the place I currently live.

I remembered my intention to work on the last two TOTYs I haven't completed, but after my difficulties making rainbows the other day, the idea felt stressful. Maybe I could just relax and explore the dream world? But I knew that abandoning my intentions was a recipe for losing lucidity fast. I decided on a sort of compromise: I would work on the Basilisk—why do I keep thinking of it as Basilisk? This is a mistake I keep making in waking life, not in dream—I would work on the Chimera task, but rather than go through the motions and try to force things to happen, I would let my subconscious take care of it.

I was actually surprised how well this worked. Normally, if I needed a goat (as the task specifies) I would deliberately try to summon one, but this time I just held the idea casually in the back of my mind as I walked through the my darkened apartment. Moments later, what should catch my eye, but a stuffed toy goat! It actually resembled an object that I possess in waking life, a little Beanie Baby goat that I have for many years brought out around Christmas time and designated the "Julbock." I have not yet brought it out this year, but it crossed my mind to do so a few times recently.



"Would a stuffed goat work?" I wondered as I picked up the small toy. I tried to remember the wording of the task. Surely it just specified "goat," not "live goat" or "real goat," as if those terms could even be meaningful in dream, so I figured that this goat would be adequate for my purposes, and carried it with me.

Since the task required the chimera to act violently against DCs, I didn't want to create it in my own apartment, what with the dream version of my husband asleep in the other room, so I left and went out into the hall. (It is worth specifying at this point that I don't live in an apartment, and have not for many years, nor have I ever lived in any apartment that resembled the one in this dream, which is what I mean when I say that this dream environment was very different from WL.)

Across the hallway was an open door leading into another bedroom, apparently empty. Should I summon the chimera there? But I didn't know whose bedroom it was, so I decided to keep moving. To my right was a solid wall, the end of the hallway, so I turned left and walked down the corridor. The hallway was narrow to start with, and the walking space was further restricted by the many chests of drawers that were pushed up against the wall on the left hand side.

I sidled along with barely room enough to pass through the corridor for about twenty feet, until I emerged into a slightly wider but still relatively cramped lobby area. To my left, a chest-high counter bordered a desk and work area where two women were seated, clearly employees of this apartment complex. Attached to the wall behind them was a row of large gingerbread men, a festive decoration for the holiday season—but also just what I had been looking for. I was impressed how well my subconscious was pulling through for me. You see, in my earlier WL attempts to plan how how I might complete the chimera task without harming any human-like DCs, the inspiration occurred to me: have it fight gingerbread men! I wouldn't feel the least bit bad about crushing some animated DC cookies, since I happily bite the heads off gingerbread men in WL. And now, even without any elaborate summoning rituals or focused intent, my subconscious had handily provided me with everything I needed to complete the task: I had my goat, and I had some gingerbread men that could serve as victims. All I needed now was to transform the goat into a proper chimera and cause some cookie mayhem.

"Could I borrow those gingerbread men?" I asked the women politely.

"Sure," one of them replied nonchalantly.

"Okay," I said, preparing myself for the complicated part. "I'm going to try to keep this under control. Hopefully no one will get hurt."

Though I intended my words as a subtle warning, it was apparently so vague that the women took no notice whatsoever. One of them asked the other, "Could you get me a Coke?"

"Sure," the other replied.

"Half," added the woman who had made the request. This puzzled me. I had assumed that the request was for a can of Coke from a vending machine. How would one bring back half? But I didn't put too much thought into it, because I was preparing to transform the stuffed goat into a chimera... everthing was in place...

...And I woke up, once again, just before I could get to the heart of the task. When I was at my best, early this year before my long recent dry spell, I could often keep from fully waking and DEILD-chain my lucids in order to finish complex tasks like this, but now I seem to be out of practice.

I've only had DILDs before, and this is no exception. This one lasted 10-20 minutes though, which was a first.

The dream started off with me in an English class, being taught by one of my favourite teachers at university. But she had given us a test, and I hadn't prepared at all. I didn't even know why I was in school. Anyways, I tried to cheat, but I couldn't, so I ended up finishing the test with a big portion of it being blank. I thought to myself, 'Meh, whatever, I'm not really in school anyways.'.

The scene changed to another class. The professor was explaining how everyone reads differently, and certain books are difficult for certain people. Anyways, the point was that he was letting us choose what book we'd do an essay on, and he soon let us come up to the books that were stacked at the front. Me and this other girl that I knew were completely lost. She asked what the essay was supposed to be about, since she had no idea what we had done in class before now. I agreed and I think then I realized that it was a dream and I wasn't actually in class.

So then I looked around for a computer, both to see if I could find a syllabus for us, and to see if I'd have any luck typing on a computer in a lucid a second time around. No luck, and apparently I was now in a dimly lit library. I saw a young boy walking along with an empty plastic sandwich bag. I took it from him and looked around for a trash bin, taking him along with me. Meanwhile I was trying to keep the lucid clear. I found one and I think I payed no more attention to him after I found one.

Now here's where it gets weird. Either I tried phasing or teleporting and got inside a bedroom, or the scene changed to a bedroom. Anyways, once I was in the bedroom, I saw that my sister was sleeping in one of the two beds. I didn't pay attention to that for a bit. By now, the lucid had felt like it had been going on for 10 minutes. I decided that I might as well see if I could teleport outside. So I tried, picturing the outdoors in my mind, but I failed. I eventually gave up and decided to go to sleep beside my sister. But before that, I think I tried phasing through the bed, and I think I succeeded in partially going through the side. After that, I lay down in the bed, tried to phase my arms though the blankets, and just stared at the ceiling trying to keep awareness for as long as possible. Maybe a minute or two after, I woke up.

Oobe style Dild LD this morning at around 7am🌞 - as I don't need to be anywhere early this week I have enjoyed the extra morning time to Practice.

Suddenly I was aware that I am trying to read some text on a piece of paper in front of me. I am trying again and again to read it with no avail - "'I must be dreaming" I think and look around me - I am in my bed room and see my bed and what looks like a lump under the covers which I assume is me. I immediately try to levitate up and out of the roof but I just keep going forever so I decide to abort this plan...I see the hatch is open ( attic room )with light streaming in I dive down there and make my way into the living room where my bf is sitting watching the TV. I sit down in front of him and wave - he doesn't see me - I watch him for a while, he is laughing to himself and looks content but then his face starts to turn really sad and tears come down his cheeks ... then he starts to laugh again within all the tears. I am touched at his humanity 🐚 and throw a cushion at him to make him aware I am there - at this moment I awake inbed 🌸

When my dream body is back in bed I stay still for a while and ponder on the differnet feeling of how it felt tobe LDing and the starkness of WL - It seems to me during LD ones focus is very much in the front of ones head... hard to explain that feeling🌌

Mama was talking on the phone to one of her friends--or perhaps in person to someone else--about how she had always hated the thought of imaginary friends. They had always made her uncomfortable, and I knew for sure I could never tell her about Augustus, my tulpa (not that I had particularly wanted to, anyway). Augustus was standing beside me, but of course I was the only one to see him.

[There is a point in the dream, right here, where I feel like more stuff was going on but I cannot remember what it was.]

I was trying to eat me a snack before Dakota and Jon got home from their trip to their mom's/cousin's/whoever's, and I know that the snack I was trying to eat was a sandwich. I think it had two balogna slices on there and a lot of mayo--or at least that's all I can remember. I ate it in the kitchen by the microwave and watched as dozens of roaches scurried every which way. I heard their car doors close outside but didn't try to hide the sandwich, and then they came in.

Mama was sitting on the couch in the living room and listening to "our" adventures at the place they had went to. Apparently Dakota and Jon had taken "me" with them (though I didn't remember that at all--was it a clone, perhaps, or had I just sort of "switched" into a new dream character?). They said that Dakota's mom and her boyfriend had started off cool and said that they were going to make Halloween "all about me," [as in me, and not her--I'm not sure why Halloween would be all about me haha] but after that they just sort of left and did their own thing. Apparently everyone there was pretty crappy, too, and Mama said that she could tell everyone there just sucked.

Later on, the two of them were in my bedroom, and I think they were about to smoke pot. They opened my door and set a chair at the entrance, and then proceeded to try to barricade us in by placing numerous blankets on there (including the small red one that they had used in real life for a while, and my black one with white and gray). In hindsight it didn't make sense; why do that when you could just close the door?

Dakota and Jon were talking about a television show that they had seen over at the place they had been. It was apparently based off a bunch of kids at a law school and lasted an hour long. The acting sucked--or at least that's what I thought they were getting at. They said "the gays sucked, the lesbies sucked, the trannies sucked, everybody sucked." Despite that, Dakota had apparently attempted to watch all of the episodes, but he was only able to catch one.

Romeo sort of crawled under the blankets and chairs that blocked off my doorway from the hallway, and when Dakota seen that and looked at him he said, "I like it when Romeo walks around like he cares about himself," or something like that.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Dream
I managed to get lucid last night, not a great deal happened as it was my first real attempt in a long time. I get out of my bed and think 'hey, this is a dream' despite the fact that I was in my room and in my bed with nothing out of the ordinary. I'm actually a little skeptical, like maybe I sleep-walked out of my window? But surely not... Anyways, I decide to go outside which proved pretty easy, I clambered out and walked down the path towards the clothing-line. As I do this I decide to do a reality check, I was still so skeptical of the dream... I bring up the palm of my right hand and push a finger into it, my skin stretches in the way it shouldn't
"So it IS a dream..." I thought to myself
A few seconds later I decide that I had to make sure though, and redid the reality check, this time pushing even harder to be certain that it wasn't just my eyes playing tricks on me while I was in a sleepy state. Raising my right hand, I push my finger straight through it. Deciding this was convincing enough I think of a dream goal, I knew that I had one but I couldn't recall it... I think of trying to see that girl again but decide that it isn't the RIGHT dream goal, but before I can think of anything else I wake up.

Not bad for a lucid, it feels so much more natural now compared to when I started... Like I know right buttons to push on a playstation game to get a cheat to work . Now I need to focus on clarity and stability in these lucids, along with overall recall.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Dream - Passionately embracing a woman
I'm in a bedroom with a woman and her boyfriend, but they're not actually dating I think. The room is a bit small with bunk beds, the floor is carpeted and the curtains are shut across the windows. The walls were creamy white, and the frames of the doors, window and the bottom of the walls were wooden. There were a few things littered around that might have been toys or books or something... So it seems I'm staying the night and the other friend, who I think at this point more resembles a brother, walks off to sleep in a different room. Now pretty much as soon as the guy leaves, me and the lady launch ourselves at each other
This dream got really vivid and intense, I remember it quite well and also remember being really turned on O_o
First we kiss and just touch (not anywhere specific, it was just an ecstacy-like feeling from simply touching in normal places) and it's pretty intense, we pull up a bed mat and I lie on top of her and pash her neck, it feels pretty damn good. We both want to do the deed but the dream ends before progressing to that point. I also remember a scene where we're on the top bunk bed pashing, so I think I woke up at one point and fell back into the dream momentarily before properly waking up.

I'm in a bedroom that I recognize, but it's not mine. I'm sleeping on a bed. The bedroom door flies open and my Mother is standing there with an older man. My Mother then walks out but the man stays. He stares at me. I'm only in my underwear to I hurriedly cover up and ask him politely if he needs something. He then takes a step forward and tells me that he'd like a drink of my water. I hand him the water bottle that I keep next to my bed and he takes a drink. I ask him again if he needs something and he asks me if I have anything to eat. I tell him to hold on and I dig around a bit and pull out a small bag of trail mix. He still wants more so I give him a large amount of Easter candy that I had. He seems happy and walks out of my room. But he doesn't shut the door and he stands there like he's guarding me. I feel uncomfortable and tell him that if he just gives me a few minutes I'll hurry and get ready. He says nothing and still stands by my open door staring at me. A younger man then carefully walks into my room and I can feel that he has something important to say to me but he wont because that man is still watching. So I whisper to the younger man to hurry and close the door. He seems scared and won't close it. Finally I jump up and slam the door closed and lock it. As soon as I lock it, the old man starts banging on the door and trying to open it. I put my weight against the door to keep him out.

I’m looking around my new room. It’s kind of weird. The walls are made of stucco. There a big frosted window behind the bed, though you can see this big post around it on the other side that has graffiti written on it.

I’m reading writing on the walls and am enjoying what it says (can’t remember what it said now though), but am wondering what’s going to happen when room to write more on it runs out? Do I have to erase it?

I realize that there’s no door on this room, I can see out where some people are walking around, including my old school friend Ella’s mom, Lauren.

She comes in and talks to me, asking me something to do with my room, and I start to mention that I want a door put in, but I get interrupted. This happens once more and then she just leaves. I think to myself, surely she would have heard me and asked me to elaborate once she realized I was trying to say something?

Mom’s in the room asking me if I like it, and she has material for the windows. I say that I do, but I need a door. I’m grateful for the window stuff, but I can’t sleep until I have a door. There’s a scene where as she was coming in, she stopped and read a bit of the graffiti on the post, shaking her head at what it said.

She gives in, and I remember her doing some extreme thing to yank a door right into the room via a chain or something. In response to my look she says that it’s convenient to do it like that.

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Note: Been sick for the past few days now and just haven't had success with anything I do, still trying hard to keep my recall going though... Although there isn't any point for todays dream because I don't actually remember anything. Also the first night of trying Mugwort tea.

Dream - trying to get laid
So many sex dreams lately, I remember being in a pretty neat house in a room with an ex of mine. We were fooling around and I just can't seem to remember exactly what happened or any more details (I think the tea makes me feel really week and foggy in the morning) but I also feel like there was something important I'm missing right now... I can't quite explain it, the emotions were strong too, like I REALLY wanted her. I also think I woke up before anything intense happened. And I had the feeling that I was cheating on my gf but I couldn't stop myself :/ makes me feel a bit uncomfortable.

it is my old house. i.m going with my wife
for shifting purpose
going with my wife in to the old house.
yes, it is my old house. i see the windows of the house.
it is my bed room. it is totally empty, and I'm mapping it from my hand.
the room is so small. i'm thinking it it was so small from my new house.
i standing in front of windows and thinking about my passed life.
i was listening the outside sound.
then i move to middle room and touch the dirty drum witch is located in front of switch board.
then i'm thinking that, it is so dirty. and wash my hand in basin.

i saw in kitchen, my wife is making something.
then i think just on the chimney. but it was not possible because i m in old house.
after that i was awake.
then i sleep again and saw the bank.
i see the bank
i came here for loan purpose.
i saw the banker and sum one talking to me.
i think it is a boy and he is banker.
then i didn't remember but he was bring to me at a lady banker i think she is neha madam.
then they have refuse to give a loan. i says that i have already taken the loan and i return it in 4 months.
then the lady ask the loan amount i think 20 lakh but i says 1 lakh.
i remember that my loan is approved. then i came out from the bank with my wife.
yes i think it is icici bank but i saw SBI bank on it.
there is way of my old house in front of this bank.
i was going with my wife.
i entered in that road. after going to left, i saw a dead dog . the dog is rite side to me.
and my wife is consciously bring me to left side
then i reached the old house.
in the gate, there is many person. but i and my wife had not talked to anyone else.
i climbing in steps and steps. and came in to the house..