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3/31/16: Two days ago when I took an unexpected Garfield-like nap (I honestly don't know what I was doing before then that resulted in this), I ended up with a snippet of a dream similar to one I had around 2012-13 after a reboot of Need for Speed: Most Wanted released on seventh-generation consoles (there were cars, but it had absolutely nothing to do with the gameplay and had a car not in the game); except here, it was shortened after a character was introduced, named Alex.

When he was revealed, I saw something that looked like a mix between Nintendo's short-lived Virtual Boy red screen and modern-day pinball DMD (dot matrix display). I suddenly woke up when a DC--more than likely Alex--threw a hard sucker-punch similar to Nathan Scott on One Tree Hill and Luke Ward on The O.C. to an unknown subject in the face. Also, when he was revealed, there were Japanese hiragana/katakana symbols below his name. So this leads me to believe he's half-Japanese. I don't get why he would randomly get into a fistfight with another individual.

However, one night later--after an almost brutal day, I find myself in a high school classroom (I think it was either a Southeast Raleigh or Sanderson High classroom) where teenage DCs are trying to get the autograph of the main DC who I think was starring as the lead on a show airing on either MTV or Freeform (formerly ABC Family)--also a teenager, but female and she's trying to get to know all of the students, including myself, as I think I was going undercover as a student. She also has some colorful streaks in her hair as well. I then see some stuff related to The Price Is Right that made absolutely no sense whatsoever and is not how the show works before my alarm clock beeps at 6:45 in the morning.

It was a cloudy and rainy afternoon. I was in a forest road, driving a car. My sister was a passenger. At first we were in a black Audi car, but then it turned into fiat 125p. Something broke in a car that was blocking whole way. I drove a bit closer and some people appeared and used chain so I could take that car out of way. Suddenly I found myself in my backyard, inside fiat and with Audi chained to my car. I saw a blonde dude from my class coming and then drove to deliver the vehicle to it's new owner.

On the way I saw a burning flat, and saw that my car turned into a bicycle. I delivered the car and drove back to flats, looking for the arsonist with a police squad. Nobody knew where to look, but then I saw a man in gray jacket suspiciously entering a house. I followed him and he said "Ok you've got me, I am the arsonist. Just don't tell anyone and I'll let you go.". I took a fork out of my pocket and held it like gun. He took it out of my hands, and police squad entered just in time. I disarmed him and took to the police station, to close him in jail. Officers congratulated me for a well done action.

On the street, I decide to tk around 10 cars at the same time. I reflect how obvious this is compared to my real life RCs. The cars levitate in the air, then slowly move higher towards the night sky. I recall the basic totm and look at the sky seeing tons of stars. But wait, these are not stars, these are the headlights of hundreds of cars that are being lifted and controlled by my thoughts. Hundreds of stars headlights gently moving around. I enjoy the view for a while then decide to go for some element bending, starting with metal bending the nearest fence.

I was at the road surrounded by fields of wheat. I was there with the black dudes, we were stopping any car that would drive there and take money from them. It was a really hot afternoon. Received money we spent in an exclusive hotel. There was a huge swimming pool.

July 29 4:11 AM

There were a bunch of people nearby we're having a picnic or something.I was in a parking lot where cars were being sold. I was cleaning the car. It was taking me a long time there was a lot of paperwork and things that I was taking out of the car. I was uncomfortable because I think I was doing something wrong. Or something that I shouldn't have been doing. I finally got finished and was leaving and I saw Bernie walking up

When this particular dream started,my sister and I were on our way to McDonalds. She drove,but stopped the car a block or so from the restaurant and we had to walk the rest of the way. The reason we had to walk was because she needed to make a stop first. We're walking on the sidewalk and we pass this burgundy Chrysler that's sitting there. The guy in the driver's seat has dark hair and a gray jacket on. She says something to him and he hands her two thin cards. One is her driver's license. She flips it over and on the back of the other card is a number. I didn't get a good look at all the numbers,but I believe the last four were 8072.

We get to McDonalds and she walks up to the counter to order. I'm standing back,waiting my turn. Behind me,some older man with gray hair and glasses,wearing a white short sleeved shirt is talking. He makes some kind of snarky comment about how she's taking too long,like some old woman. I see her at the counter and she is fumbling with her purse,trying to get everything back in it like she usually does. The guy behind me was saying all this to two other guys who were standing next to me. These two men were dressed like he was,but looked older than the first man. More to the point,they appeared to be twins. The only difference being in their personal grooming and appearance. One had short gray hair and gray glasses. The other had long stringy black hair,uncombed and not well cared for by the look of it. This fellow also seemed to be a tad...slow,I guess is a nice way of putting it.

The guy behind me asks me what I was doing there. I said to him that I had the misfortune of being with her,meaning my sister. I start to walk where she is,but the guy grabs me from behind. Not forcefully,more in a friendly,good natured way. He tells me I don't have to go with her. Then he asks me if I want some doughnuts. I said no thanks. He grabs me again in a weak half-nelson move and pulls my arms back down,pretending to have me power out of the hold.

Fragment 1: I'm following some kind of national infrastructure route, it feels like a new system perhaps foir delivering some new form of power but doedsn't follow any preexisting distribution network. I'm following a line into Wales from the WEst Midlands and can see the branching structure on a map.

Fragment 2: I'm in a car on a bridge heading downhill from the high point of the bridge toward what looks like a toll gate at the bottom of the slope. The bridge is wide, perhaps four or six lanes, and traffic is at a standstill. I hed down the hard shoulder and somebody in the car is apparently nervouis that I might hit the other cars as I pass, so I prove the point by driving so as to just clip my wing mirror on the bollards that line the other side of the gap I'm going through.

Fragment 3:
I'm in a car going around a roundabout, it feels familiar, I think from a dream of a few years back. I'm directing somebody else driving and tell them which exit to take, but they miss it and as we go past it becomes clear that it's more complicated than I thought because immediately adjacent to the exit we need to take, there is another exit that goes onto the wrong carriageway, and a third exit that leads onto a narrow old road that used to service the rouge. This third exit is precipitously steep, totally infeasible, but still offered as an option at the junction!

I'm at some kind of conference in a hotel. I'm supposed to be leaving to get to a meeting I have at nine but my bag has gone missing. I vault over an upright piano that's in the foyer, then I try to pack some of my gubbins in the piano. I have akey to lock the back panel onto the piano after stuffing the space behind with clothes and shoes and suitcases etc. I also have a key for the flap that covers the keyboard, but the lock is broken, so that's not much use.

I find some of my stuff that needs packing hidden on top of a cupboard and complain to the guy who put it there that I'm likely to lose stuff if he puts it in random places like that.

I spot a car behind the cupboard and think "oh yeah, my other car" but it's only a remote control toy and the key in my pocket is just the remote.

#407 - DILD? - 3:08AM (pre-WBTB)

I am in some public restroom. My wife(?), son, and someone I know is sitting at a table in one corner. At the urinals I see some young girls peeing. I wonder how this is possible and suppose they are using a shewee. Then, I realize that is highly improbable and I continue this continues to boggle my mind. I point and say, "What the fuck!?"
My son chimes in and replies, "...it's like a dick." I am even more surprised at my son's remark.

I am getting into bed with my wife and tell her about what my son said. I make some remark about how weird it is that I watched little girls peeing. I assure I wasn't trying to be a creeper; they just went in front of me. My son won't stay in bed and is running around and keeps pull out stuff to play with. Something about a movie that came with a bullet. He wants to shoot it but I tell him it's late and I really need to sleep (I want to have my G night).

I have a FA and I find myself in a house with three wild hyenas. I try to stay on top of counters and furniture but they jump up at me and scratch with cat claws. I notice that as the jump and scratch they seem to momentarily transform into Raccoon dogs. There is some pain, but it doesn't feel unbearable. I continue to try to avoid the hyenas, but they seem to be learning and adapting to my strategy. I have a high amount of fear as I fight them off with fists. At one point I watch one hyena on the ground as it seems to be studying me. Then I realize it's watching something behind me. I know I am about to get pounced from behind, but I can't make myself move.

Something strange happens here. Maybe it's a dream transition or a very slight awakening, but everything collapses and I wonder why I didn't just fly away or phase out of a window in the dream. As I am thinking this is see a garage door open and I rush outside into the night. I worry that the hyenas got out too but I try not to think about it. I see a parked car and I jump on top of the roof. "Try to get me now, bitches!", I shout at things that were after me. I begin to wonder why I am having such a terrible nightmare. I usually don't get nightmares, but tend to enjoy a little fright. As I think this, the dream fades to darkness. At this, I regain lucidity and focus on vision to bring it back.

I see a white boxy type of car parked in the driveway now. It has some sort of metallic purple window tinting and I find it interesting. I still feel a need to escape so I attempt to get inside. I notice there are no doors so I instinctively lift the small cabin up and off like a shoe box. I look inside the top but can't see out the purple windshield. I will this to happen and the purple dissolves to show a view at the ground. I lose interest in this this vehicle quickly as everything seems to be really crappy and fake now.

I spot a better looking car next to me; a red sporty coupe. As I move to the car I worry about the hyenas again. I tell myself not to think about it and the fear subsides, but my actions are still rushed. For some reason both doors want to stay open and the worry increases. I look out and see a bear with a hyena looking at me from down the road. I quickly get the doors closed and start to back out. I stop when I hear a terrible sound. They white, boxy car is now a small red truck. It's lurching backward and quickly halting as the tires are locked up. For some reason, I feel the need to take care of this and hop out of the car to the truck. The hyena fear returns and this time I really force it out of my mind as I remind myself that I control this dream. The truck stopped doing whatever it was doing and I suddenly become really curious what the engine would look like. I lift up the hood and notice how clean, new and high tech it looks. I begin guessing at various components naming them off. I am particularly interested in what I think might be the nitrous oxide containment. I get bored with this after a moment and begin to try to recall my goal for the night. It's on the tip of my brain, but the more I think about it, the more I wake up. The dream fades and I see some guy say something about waking up then a sheet of ice forms over my vision. I hear a loud cracking sound as I wake up.

Notes Lucid Semilucid Non-Lucid

I do not remember anything prior to becoming lucid. This is organized to be written in a chat, so it is sort of a bulletpoint-type organization.

I was in a grocery store when I realized I was lucid.
I made everyone in the store sing for a short time
I ran into MrEnter and PewDiePie in a way I don't remember
I ran into 2 ladies (actually a sim from the sims 2 and my 5th grade teacher)
I decided to run around at hyper-speed with E. and P. for a while before realizing I had to stabilize.
I realized that I was on some sort of gravel parking lot.
I stabilized by touching the ground, which felt just as it was supposed to: rocky and really shifty.
I went on to wreck havoc for a while, getting some sort of riot to chase us.
I found out that my 5th grade teacher was my dream guide.
I threw her into the rioters, who proceeded to kill her with spears. (oops... glad it's just a dream)
As chaos goes on, Pewds decides we should get into his car to escape.
We agree, MrEnter questioning why we need a car in a dream.
After a while we crash the car into some kind of hill. The car's totaled, but no one's injured.
We step out to find ourselves on a bright road, no chaos, car nowhere to be seen.
We all decided to get a Delorian time machine and travel in time.
MrEnter (driver) suggested that we go to year 104.
I reply that it is dangerous as that was "Aztec time" (actually in the early 1000s)
I suggest going to the year 1774, but the others flatly decline.
Before I have a chance for rebuttal, Pewdiepie (passenger) sets the year to 104.
MrEnter speeds up within seconds and we find some sort of Native American tribe.
They wield blowdarts, and look over to us menacingly when we see them. They do not look realistic, but rather like they're part of an animated cartoon.
They chase us and we quickly drive back to the current year of 2015.
We find ourselves on the same road.
I had a FA and next thing I knew I was in a wooden chair with my laptop on a table in front of me.
I went to MrEnter's twitter feed to find him describing the Delorian part of the dream.
I note him on Deviantart saying that we may have had a shared dream.
Moments later he replies saying that it's unlikely, and we just had a shared part-of-dream.
I tell him about the first part of the dream (before the FA) in the comments.
I refresh to find that nothing has changed.
I scroll to the comments to find people complaining about a rushed Animated Atrocity.
I refresh to see that his twitter feed contains an apology about it.
He has posted a journal containing the Animated Atrocity apologizing on the fact that it was rushed.
I check my replies, but there are none.
I wake up.

Links: youtube.com/user/themysteriousmrenter (MrEnter's Youtube)
youtube.com/user/pewdiepie (Pewdiepie's Youtube)
mrenter.deviantart.com (MrEnter's Deviantart)


BONUS!
I walked into a traditional-style kitchen to find a man eating a blueberry pastry while a woman in the corner played intense, depressing music on a piano.

Lucid

WILD (after WBTB):

The dream started with me feeling my body in bed and my dream body simultaneously. I focused on moving my dream body hands and feet until I no longer noticed my body in bed. I then moved to the edge of the bed and stood up. The room was dark, I couldn't see. I shuffled over to the door and started touching the walls and the floor. I then gradually started to open my dream eyes and the room was brightly lit. I suddenly noticed this strong itching sensation in my ear and I thought to myself, "noooooooooo".
Then I woke up and itched it. I started to go back into the dream but B-dog and H-dog jumped up on the bed and started licking my arm like it was the most delicious thing that they had ever tasted.

DILD:

This was an attempted WILD that failed but I became lucid later in the dream.

It was dusk and the landscape was lit up with a warm, orange glow. I was laying down in the back of a jeep with Dreamer and looking out across the countryside. We had been cuddling for awhile when the jeep started to move, someone was driving it. I think it was supposed to be Dreamer's aunt or something in the dream. The car started to move very fast and I felt like we were going to get thrown out the back so I tried to brace myself, but I still worried that the force would be too much and my arm would snap.

I looked around and saw that they were driving after an old man, someone's grandpa. They called him grandpa Pete. He snow white hair and he wore blue jeans with a blue shirt. He was running around the city, trying to run away from something. They kept driving after him while calling out that he should stop running and just get over it. Whoever was driving the jeep started swerving in and out of oncoming traffic. I became lucid and asked them to stop the car. I ran across this huge interstate with 8 lanes of traffic coming at me at 70+mph. I deftly dodged the cars and jumped past a huge truck that barely missed me, then ran up to grandpa Pete. He picked up a tire iron and told me to stay back while wildly swinging it in front of him. I wasn't worried about it. He threw the tire iron at me and I asked him what was wrong. He told me that he was afraid of dying, he said that he was 88 years old and he was probably going to die soon and that he didn't want to. I told him something about life being a circle and that maybe being close to death just meant that he was going to be young again. He liked the idea of that and then he turned into a sand creature as his body melted into the ground. He laid there with his flat, sand body and a huge, peaceful grin on his face. I then decided to go eat some dream food before I woke up because I was right outside of a gas station. Woke up as I walked inside.

19.01.2015

Fragments (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am working on just adding keywords to my journal. My problem here: Three very busy days without writing the dream down, rendering to remember nothing but just fragments from my journal.

- Bob, hotel, fight.
- Cars, freeway, medium.

#397 - DEILD - 7:08AM

My WBTB was around 2:30AM and I kept it super brief. I was up only long enough to take some galantamine and wash it down with cold peppermint tea. This G night was a little disappointing since I didn't start becoming aware until much later in the morning. I suppose it was because I have been having back issues and I over did it with muscle relaxers pre-bed making me extra tired. Sometimes its hard to find that balance between dream and wakefulness that's required for LD and a lot of thinks factor into it.

I partially wake from a dream and enter DEILD. I have vibrations and slowly float out of body. I see something odd made of red laser light but I ignore it since I feel really unstable. I exit the room and find myself in what looks like D's house (my mom's friend). I haven't been here since I was little and I am surprised it's showed up in this dream. I just want to get outside so I exit the front door. There is a lot of stuff out there and I spot a cat curled up sleeping in a cushioned chair. I reach down and pet the cat on the head. The cat responds with a low purring meow sound and I walk away. I step into the yard only to find the edge of dream world disappearing into the void. I don't want to deal with that so I try entering another part of the house. I open a door but there is void in there too. Instead of stepping in, I reach an arm in and feel around for a light switch. The dream seams to be breaking up so I look back at the well lit porch for stability. After flipping the switch, I look back to see nothing has happened. I enter the room anyway and find myself lost in the void. I try going back but the door I came in is no longer there. I need stimuli and go with the first thing I think of. Sex. I blind summon a naked female body and couple with her. Her face look sort of familiar but no one I really recognized. We make out and things start to become more sexual but I stop as I begin to feel a bit of guilt. The dream crashes here and I wake up.

#398 - DILD - 8:53AM

I am at the park up the road from my house looking at my old Ford Ranger that I used to own in waking life. There is a wheel missing and the other tires are flat. For some reason I have a push lawn mower and my mountain bike. I really want to ride the bike but I don't want to leave the mower here. I try putting the mower in the truck cab but it wont fit. I realize I drove my SUV and fit the mower in the back of that. I spot some tough looking men with colorful glasses strutting by. I worry that they are up to no good but they don't bother me or my stuff. I feel the need for some shades and spot some white ones in the front seat and put them on. I realize that I don't usually wear white but I figure I may as well try something different. There was a lot of time spent here messing around with things but I finally feel content and decide to hop on my bike.

As I ride my bike toward the street I notice something feels odd. I look down and see the tires are flat on the bicycle. I decide to keep pedaling as I head in the direction of the gas station to get air. I tell myself that if I pretend the tires are normal then they will be. This thought reminds me of dream control and brings me to full lucidity.I am nearly into the street now and I decide that I will be able to ride super fast with the cars. Unfortunately, it's kind of slow and difficult like riding up hill. Although I can't pull of the speed thing, I know I can't be hurt so, I decide to mess with the oncoming traffic. I spy and orange car and pedal hard toward it expecting some sort of impact. Just before the collusion, my front tire jams up sending me over the handle bars and the car vanishes just before it hits me. This is disorienting but thrilling at the same time. I get back on my bike to experiment with this again but before I get going, someone makes a noise in the other room and wakes me up.

I have two other instances during the morning trying to DEILD. I recall hitting vibrations and trying to move my dream body but not getting very far. I recall very little else and assume I must have lost concentration.

Ritual: This was my third experiment with the vibrating alarm. Again it was successful, though in a somewhat inexplicable way. I had intended to get lucid but slept from 1:00–6:20am, and realized when I woke it was too late for a proper WBTB. So I used the vibrating alarm, set to go off in 45m. It was 7:19am when I awoke again, so it must have triggered, but I never felt the vibration at all this time. I had an NLD I don't clearly recall, and then a DILD—in which I simply became aware that I was dreaming, with no particular RC or "aha!" moment. The lucidity was low-grade, though, in that I never remembered the tasks I had intended to work on.

DILD: I found myself in K&L in San Francisco. (This is a real wine store that I like, but the dream version had no physical resemblance to RL.) While browsing I noticed all the good food in the cases—fresh food, like slices of cake on plates, ready to be eaten—and reflected on how amazing the food culture is in SF that you can even get great fresh food in a wine shop. There was a tray with samples of wine, generous pours of about two ounces in full-size glasses, and another tray with samples of a variety of little cut bars and pastries. As I began eating and drinking, the impression dawned on me that I was dreaming, but I felt that I was not fully integrated. (This must have been dream logic; I was already deep in dream so there was no question of integration, but apparently what I was sensing was that I was not fully lucid.) I thought that using my senses would help, so I was focusing on the tastes and textures and even the sounds that occurred as I sampled the various confections. I wanted to find one that was more savory than sweet. A couple pieces were green in color, which seemed promising, but they turned out to be more dessert-like than I had hoped. I was amused to notice how I was behaving with dream protocols: if I didn't like a piece, I would just spit it out and leave it on the tray, an act that would be incredibly rude and disgusting in waking life!

I thought after I got better integrated I should go explore the dream—wasn't there something I was dreaming about earlier, a wilderness landscape, that it would be interesting to get back to? I recollected it only vaguely. But first I wanted to try each of the food samples. The very last one I tasted was savory after all, and had a kind of bi-layer construction with a spicy-savory mixture sitting on top of a nest of dried coconut strands—it was my favorite, and I wished I could get the recipe.

Nearby was a little display box full of pamphlets or maybe even CDs about nuns, and as I leafed through them I saw that they broached the question: do nuns wear their habits even when they are locked away together in their nunneries, or do they, like Muslim women, remove their head coverings when at home? I felt that in waking life I knew the answer but now I couldn't remember. I thought about it and considered that the tradition of nuns covering their head must be related to similar phenomena in related cultures and places, such as the way women have to cover their heads when attending a Russian Orthodox church service. I figured it probably did have ties to the tradition among conservative Islamic women to cover their heads. I concluded on this basis that nuns would indeed remove their wimples when alone among themselves. (In retrospect I'm pretty sure I wrong, but I can't say with absolute certainty. The only Christian nuns I've met don't wear habits at all!)

Earlier, when I had decided that I would go explore the dreamscape after I was done here, as if in direct response to my thoughts a horse had promptly cantered up outside the shop and stood there waiting for me. (If only my human DCs were so obliging!) Now that I was finished eating I went outside and prepared to ride away. The horse had been completed tacked up when he arrived—excessively so, I had thought, as he seemed to be carrying bedrolls and other long-distance gear—and when I mounted he had definitely been wearing a saddle because I distinctly braced my foot in the stirrup and held the pommel to get on. However, no sooner had I started riding away than I felt I was slipping around a bit and was surprised to discover that this was because I was riding bareback. Oh well, it will be good practice. I remembered how some people say that LDs can help you practice RL skills, and I figured that I could certainly use some practice improving my seat and position, so I decided to focus on that for a while and see if it paid off in this week's lesson.

I still felt we were in downtown San Francisco but everything felt old-timey. Even the cars looked like 1920s models. Fortunately there weren't many of them, because I was moving through the city at a canter. I realized how unrealistic this was: in RL I would hesitate to stress the horse's legs by cantering on hard paved streets, and I definitely would not cross intersections without stopping, like I was doing now, but since I knew I was dreaming I felt it would be okay. Crossing the street still felt dangerous as there were sometimes cars coming, but there weren't too many of them and they were going slow enough that we were able to dodge one another. I was cantering because that is the gait where I need the most improvement on my seat and position: I was focusing on trying to keep my legs long and heels down, with my core on, back straight and shoulders back.

We cantered right out of the city, though I was paying so much attention to my form that I didn't have much to spare for my surroundings. Just as in RL I noticed the tendency for my legs to creep up and my torso to lean forward at the canter, so I was trying to counter these bad habits and reinforce good ones. At some point I finally halted the horse, and I worked on trying to do that properly as well, keeping my seat deep and using my weight properly. The dream ended around this time, as though by halting the horse I halted the dream.

10/06/2014
Fragment One
"APC Apprehension"

I was driving down a highway, with some friends. Coming off the present exit, and about to make a left turn at the next light, we saw a police-issued 'Armored Personnel Carrier' (APC) speeding down the street upon which we were about to turn. It crossed the intersection and ran up onto a curb, then jumped off of the curb as if it were 'tricking'. Confirming that the driver was just showing off, it cut back onto the curb again before launching off the next, inclining section and into the air. This time, though - just as we were turning the corner - I saw the large, tank-tread-mounted APC land on top of another piece of heavy machinery; a tractor of some sort. It immediately locked into place, and I instinctively knew that this APC had just been captured. The police, themselves, were the ones being apprehended. The question of why, though, was still a mystery.

While we drove away, the entire rig began slowly elevating, a raised platform pushing the vehicle and tractor into the air. I watched as these dozens of tons of machinery were raised higher and higher, above the street. It seemed as if it were now being pulled up to the heavens by helicopter, though it was soon out of my view, and I could no longer see what was happening.


Fragment Two
Untitled
All I can remember is having a conversation with my Dad, in my car. He was telling me about how he'd lost his job, and was looking to see if he could get a job working with me, at AAA.

(I, unfortunately, missed recognizing my deceased Dad as a recurring dream sign.)