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Since starting back in my lucid dreaming practices a couple of weeks back, I've recalled quite a few dreams, almost one every night, barring a few days, but I've yet to put any of those in here. With that being said, here's this morning's, in which I recalled two pretty sparse fragments and one non lucid dream.
My dad was insistently questioning me about shower curtains. Literally all I've got on this one. What could it mean? Are the shower curtains symbolic of the walls we put up around ourselves? 6deep8me.
I was in a very ritzy looking cafe, enjoying a cup of coffee and browsing my phone, looking at various pictures of a girl I thought was cute. Again, just a fragment. Unlike the strange nature of that first fragment, however, this dream had a nice, fluffy, happy feeling to it. Now, for the actual full non-lucid:
I was in some sort of ruins, and could see a sort of heads up display that looked like No Man's Sky's HUD. Lately, it seems like NMS has worked its way into my dreams in subtle ways. I was exploring these ruins on some sort of vague quest, gathering up materials and items. Eventually I found my way into a big building, which looked like something straight out of the game The Witness. It even had a similar puzzle inside of it that I was required to solve. Floating above the ground was a chrome-colored monolith with a red tree insignia on it. Touching the monolith made it dive into the ground, and several huge, red trees sprouted up around me. A river of orange-ish colored water began flowing between the crevices in the floor. How would I solve this puzzle? Unfortunately you get the cliffhanger that never ends on this one, as that's all I can remember.

I was in the backseat of an SUV with my stepfather driving and my mother in the passenger seat and maybe my little brother next to me. We were on a sandy and rocky beach, the ocean immediately to our right. I told my stepdad that I felt afraid we were too close to the ocean and that I have dreams about him driving like this.

Later:
I had a gun. I was not me. I was going to go next door to a house and [kill???!! idk] 2 young girls. I felt hesitant and afraid and I didn't do it. But I kept thinking I had to go over there.

Then I was on a train, maybe the same person, not me. I needed to go several cars ahead of me, but the train was moving and the sideboards that you were supposed to use were outside of the car, and I was afraid I would fall so I didn't go.

Later:
I was with an old friend whom Ive recently been wondering about in waking life. Some other people were there too. We might have been in a foreign country. We sat at a table at a convenience store/cafe. A man asked us if we wanted anything. At first we all declined, but I saw that I had a box with 3 donuts in it and I decided to order some coffee to go with them. My friend also ordered coffee. Soon after I saw my coffee on the counter near the register with a receipt under it and I walked over and picked it up.

Dream: A Continuous Trip in the City
I get on a tram in the center, right as I get in and the doors close, I see that there are ticket inspectors standing in their blue uniforms. I don't have a ticket! I panic and try to open the door of the tram but it starts moving. Defeated, I wait for them to come and give me a fine. They stand there, doing nothing, not checking anyone's tickets. Outside, I see the streets are chocking with blue uniformed ticket inspectors between the tall buildings. Is this some kind of campaign?

I get off the next stop, it's right by the large cathedral. It's a grey day, snow is on the ground. I see that a paramilitary nationalist group is attacking a ministry building. It's a stand still, the nationalists wait outside as the soldiers in fatigues defend the ministry in a snow fort kind of thing. The nationalists have a snow complex across the road as well. I go toward the nationalists line, as if I was a bystander just looking around. I keep in mind that I shouldn't say anything, my accent will aggravate these people, they're usually racists after all. The soldiers defending the ministry pelt me with snowballs from across the street, they all miss. As one comes in I'm able to catch it in the air. This impresses the nationalists.

I walk down into the snow complex, as if I'm an embedded reporter, I think to myself, reporting from the front lines. My friends will be jealous. I see people inside, there is a ceiling and everything, this place looks like a room from the inside. I hear a woman in fatigues, surely a part of the group, speaking with a Russian accent. How are they OK with that? Is it that she gave up her Russian identity to join them?

A middle-eastern man is there, which surprises me. He is there with an elder from his village, he wants a divorce from his wife and they are in negotiations. What a weird group to negotiate something like that. The place has lots of shelves, it looks like there are manga and comic volumes in here.

I meet my sister in the city center where she worked in a courtyard. I see how one of the women who works at a store locks up for the night, a long process. Turning off the lights, the shop is going to reopen in two hours. What's the point of closing for only two hours?!

Inside a shop my sister shows me the inside of a discount coffee machine. I look into it and it is covered in a white grease, lard, that has brown discoloration. It must be a cleaning agent. I see the lard coming out of a nozzle like soft-serve ice cream. It's actually making coffee out of lard. My sister says this coffee is free that comes out of this machine. Seeing the process, I understand why.

A stink begins to creep in the store. I go into the hall where the other store entrances are, it's like rotten eggs. Where is it coming from? My sister tells me to go find out. I walk down the hall and to the end I see some middle-aged guys in glasses looking at a ventilation vent. They work at the photoshop at the end of the hall, they are going to fix it. Walking back I see Rick from Rick & Morty has a shop here too, it's is a dark blue shack with a tiled hexagon design to it.

I go to the store in the hall, it has sandwich coolers full of lunch items. There is a lot of fruit there. I see Jennifer Aniston by the checkout lines she's eating a bowl of corn flakes and says that they are a new kind of cereal she eats. What is she going on about? Corn flakes have been around for over a hundred years!

I look at the fruit in the coolers, lots of exotic fruit as well. I'm glad they have this option these days. I talk to my sister, I mention wanting to eat only fruit for lunch. She is skeptical of the idea.

We go downstairs with an escalator, there is a bookstore there that also sells art supplies, it looks very modern. I look at some of the stuff. I flip through a comic book volume with a distinctive style. The lines are bold and the shading is delicate. The main character is a anthropomorphic illuminati sign, like Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls. How isn't this copy right infringement? I see A3 paper and coloring pencils going for less than a euro a piece. I fish through my pockets and find two euro coins, I can get them! I pick them up but the paper is hard to get out of the sales bin, I then give up, I want to save the money for coffee with a friend later. Walking away, I tell my sister I already have a lot of art supplies, in a way I just wanted to buy the idea of making art, instead of the hard and sometimes frustrating process of actually making it.

(I'm back, bitches! Not that I ever stopped lucid dreaming, I just went back to my paper journal again... I've found I do better when I'm doing the digital journal, for some reason it's harder for me to remember things when I'm laying there writing in a notebook. I have to move around a bit and then the images start coming back to me... which is like the exact opposite of what's supposed to happen, but whatevs.)

I was hanging out with Cory and some of his friends and we were walking around a plaza. It was one of those old-timey plazas with the brick ground and the fancy white buildings that you see as state capitols and whatnot. After a while of walking, we all went into this coffee shop, and I was annoyed because I hate coffee. The barista took everyone's order but he totally just ignored me, or forgot about me, who knows which. But then I got self-conscious and didn't want to bother him, so I just kinda grabbed Cory's sleeve and whispered "Hey, he forgot to ask me what I wanted..." So I told Cory I wanted a hot chocolate and he relayed my message to the barista. We took our drinks and sat down in a room, maybe the living room of one of the friends? But we were showing each other our Perler bead art, and I pointed to the one on the wall of my Creation of Adam, which I was super proud of, but this one guy had this HUGE friggin piece of Vegeta's portrait and I was blown out of the water by it. So jelly.

I woke up in bed in the dark and looked around, thinking I'd just randomly fell awake for some reason, but then I thought "Waaaait, maybe this is a dream." so I pulled my hands out from under the covers, and sure enough, the number of fingers I had was fluctuating all over the place. I got out of bed and rubbed my hands on some things, trying to make stuff more vivid, which worked, and then attempted the spinning technique to change the scenery to something nicer. A nice snow-covered forest. But... it didn't work. I saw it for a moment as I was spinning, but when I stopped I was still in the bedroom. Then I thought "Well, fine. Maybe I should just go look for Seru, that could be fun." and I set my intention on him and opened the door, but he wasn't there. As I walked out the door and into the living room, I saw Akiko from one of my fanfictions sitting on the couch, so I decided to ask her where Seru was. But before I could ask, she started talking about random things and I didn't want to interrupt her (even in dreams, I'm not going to be rude...) so I sat down and listened. After she was done, I asked her where Seru was and she seemed a little put out by it, and got off the couch and laid down under the table, pouting. I walked over to see if she was okay and she looked at me and said "He's in ward B, the med unit. The cadets are there, too." So I turned around and suddenly I was in some kind of hospital or laboratory. I looked up and there was a sign that said Ward B. There were people in lab jackets wandering around past me, so I stopped one of them - a red-haired woman in glasses who kinda reminded me of Sarah Palin - and asked her where the med unit was. She gave me confusing directions, and when I started off in the wrong direction she pointed me the right way. The med unit was full of people, there were stainless steel tables everywhere and lots of instruments, and I walked around looking at things. At the back of the room were some double doors, and when I went through them, there was dear ol' Seru. But he was... in his imperfect form. Figures, I guess I wasn't specific enough for Akiko. He gave me this weird look like I grew a second head, and I realized there was a huge gash on top of my head. How did that get there? I set my intention and waved my hands over it and it disappeared, good as new. Of course intention would work for my head, but not earlier when I needed it to. But yeah, there was Seru. I didn't really care what form he was in, I had fun anyway. I guess I'm just a pervert like that, but I like orgasms. Ha.

Recall: 2/10 upon waking, 5/10 after finding the thread. It was hard to remember anything at all when I first woke up, but I persisted until a few details came back, and that let me pin down a few detailed scenes at least. The overall plot remained vague. There were a lot of additional fragments from earlier sequences or prior dreams that I've left out.

I'm hanging out a woman who is at least a generation younger and we're getting dressed to go out. I have a vest in grey and black hues that swirl into one another in a cloud-like pattern, resembling the soft color variations of tie-dye, but subtle and not at all gaudy because of the dark colors. I'm wearing it over a thin long-sleeved, collarless knit shirt. I don't remember the color, maybe sort of mustard or yellow ochre. Then I try on a few pairs of pants to figure out which will match best. I decide on the dark grey corduroys but now I can't find them... where did I put them? I was just trying them on! I go through all the drawers of the dresser and they aren't here. Now I'm stuck wearing dark blue denim pants that don't match at all. I go into the next room and am relieved to find the cords on the bed... not sure how they got there since I didn't remember coming into this room, but I assume I was just spacing out and don't think to RC.

Some unclear sequences. The young woman and I go into town, and meet up with a third woman, who involves us in some kind of conspiracy. There is a fourth woman visiting town that she wants to engage in conversation under the pretext of just being friendly, but she has some more complex, sinister plan (that I don't remember in the slightest). We follow the visitor and after she ducks into a cafe, we follow suit. It has gotten cold and rainy out, so we pretend we've just stopped in for a hot drink. We hadn't intended to engage the visitor yet; the conspirator wants to do so but the young woman and I are afraid it will come across as too abrupt and awkward, so we are frantically trying to communicate across the table with our eyes and subtle shakes of the head that she should not go approach her. (The interior is small and no one else is here, so we can't speak aloud about our plans.)

The waitress comes over to see what we want to order. I see a drink named "Raksiteli" on the menu that I'm sure I remember having here before: I recall it is served hot in a tiny glass, tastes like honey mead but is strongly alcoholic. (I think the dream was merging "rkatsiteli," the name of a grape used for Eastern European amber wines, with "raki," a strong spirit that I did once try in a delicious honey-flavored version.) However, each glass was priced at $22, which seemed way too high! I remembered having four or five in a row last time... did I really pay that much? I thought maybe this time I should just get some coffee. I spent so long browsing the menu indecisively that I started to think I must be annoying everyone, so I told the waitress to get the orders of the other people at the table while I made up my mind.

Meanwhile, the cafe was filling up quickly with other people. The whole time I was inspecting the menu, I was also glancing up occasionally at the woman, the one we were targetting, sitting across the room at the bar. I thought it might help if I caught her eye a couple times, making it seem accidental, so that it wouldn't seem so random if we did decide to approach her. I was startled when she began walking over to us, but it turned out she was joining some people who had recently sat down at the table to our right. This worked out well, because overhearing their discussion (the tables were very close together) we made some comments and soon joined their conversation.

They were talking about apples for some reason—probably also deciding what to order—and I commented that I really don't like apples, especially cold from the refrigerator. "You should warm them up, then," said the woman sitting on the bench just to my right. I admitted sheepishly that the one way I do like apples was to hollow out the cores and fill them with butter and brown sugar, then bake them in the oven until wrinkled and brown on top. After I confessed my sweet tooth, the visiting woman, our target, now sitting across from me but at the next table, took a plate of whipped cream from their table and offered it to me. I couldn't tell if she was just being kind or if she suspected our plot and was getting ahead of it... might the cream be drugged? Was it intended to knock me out? But I thought it would look suspicious if I didn't accept some. I exchanged some silent glances with the people at my own table while we tried to assess her motives and decide what I should do. Without saying a word, we decided that I would try some of the cream, but that my companions would not, just in case the friendly gesture was something other than it seemed.

I used an online program to try to create the floorplan of the cafe. I didn't get the proportions quite right, so there should be four seats at the bar in the upper left corner, and two seats across from the wall benches at each of the small tables (allowing them to seat four people each), but this gives a general sense of the layout. I was sitting with the two other woman at the table on the bottom left side of the room, the younger woman to my left and the conspiratorial woman sitting in the chair across from us. The visiting woman was sitting at the bar at first, then moved to one of the chairs facing the table just to the right of ours, where two or three other people were initially sitting.

Date: 1/26/2015
Method: MILD, Mantra
Total Sleep time: 8 hours
WBTB Time: 15-20 minutes

I remember three fragments:

1. I was writing a letter to GOD and asking him when I will see him and/or what will it take to see him
2. I was riding in the car with with Beyonce and Solange (this should have been a dream sign for me...never ever will happen in my lifetime)
3. False Awakening: I was writing in my dream journal about riding in the car with Beyonce and Solange
4. I was making coffee in my walk in closet and someone was trying to turn on the stereo (also in my closet) and we couldn't figure out how to turn it on.

I LUCID DREAM TONIGHT!!!

Not much this week due to illness. Haven't tried inducing since last week, but had a near miss last night and an LD this morning:

I am on a college campus, inside a coffee shop. I am eating something in line and not paying attention. Suddenly it is my turn to get coffee. I apologize to the barista for not being ready and he walks away from me. I try locate the decaf. I see the dispenser for decaf coffee and ask if it is dark roast. He says that it is. I order a coffee and then hand him a plastic coffee cup/thermos I have picked up from inside. It is full of Cookie Crisp cereal (apparently what I was eating). He looks inside the mug, and then dumps all of the cereal into a trash. I am a bit shocked, as I did not expect this. I go back to the displays in the story, looking for another bag of cookie crisp. I find one, but realize that I had emptied a bag into the mug without paying for it. I decide to steal this bag since the barista ruined my opportunity to eat the other one. I shove them in a plastic grocery bag I am carrying.

I return to the counter. The barista says I look familiar and asks where he's seen me before. I agree and say he also looks familiar but that I don't know. He asks if I went to a lecture the previous day. I say I didn't. I ask him if he's a lucid dreamer.

"Yes," he says.

"Oh, cool," I say. "How long have you been lucid dreaming?"

"Since he walked in the door."

I stare at him for a moment before nose pinching. Seems I am awake, but I check my watch anyway. It is spazzing out and being weird. Could be a dream. He comments on me looking at my watch, saying, "Oh, that's one of the ways you check to see if you're in a dream." I look suspiciously at him and say, "This is a dream, isn't it?" He makes some kind of noncommittal gesture.

I look around at my surroundings. Everything seems very normal and very real. This seems like reality. I then realize that if I wake up in a few minutes I will be sort of pissed. I think back. When was the last time I went to sleep?And then I remember. I fell asleep at home. This is definitely a dream. Elated, I fly easily into the sky. The dream is providing me with good flying energy, and I am soaring higher and higher. I look down, and survey the ground below me, before diving headfirst at the ground. The street scene has become an ocean, and I dive beneath the waves. It unfortunately does not feel very real, and the dream begins breaking up. However, I continue flying along, hoping the visuals and tactile sensations will return. I wake up.

around 11 a.m.

I was walking. I was looking for something but I forgot what.

I passed by a cemetery. I was with someone. The cemetery was awesome. It has a library in the middle.

I met up with Rob. He pointed out the coffee that was ready. He said something about a trip to Australia in the past that we took (IRL, I never had to chance to visit other countries).

NOTES:

- I slept around 5 a.m.
- I played Subliminal 2.0 in the background the whole time.

Dream 1

I am outside somewhere with some device that looks like a black waffle iron. It has a flat section that heats up and a flat top that presses down over it. I am picking up cool rocks and flattening them with it. I tell my friend about how cool it is.

Dream 2

I am at an outdoor pool with Sage and my dad. Sage and I are swimming when a man comes on to the little 'stage' at the edge of the pool. It is the singer from America. He is going to sing but first he is doing some trivia. It is something about a horse with no name and 2 horses with no names. Sage and I get it right and she gets excited because we are like the '2 horses with no names'. We find out that we have won a date. I think this is already the date, but it for somewhere else.

Dream 3

I am in a big room where lots of people (from school?) are lining up to get free coffee. There's a man at the front of the line spraying coffee into the crowd. I get up towards the front and see two men with what looks like bottles of coffee creamer - caramel and blueberry? flavor. Now, I'm in the hallway with someone. We get to a table that has a huge cake on it. I take a huge piece and tell the guy at the table that I will eat it all. A girl is here and says the windows are dirty. I know I must be at the Green Lantern Inn, so the concert must be tonight and I have to call my dad.

Morning of May 16, 2014. Friday.



Regarding a related anniversary-like link, I found that one of this morning’s dreams, as is sometimes the case (sometimes with postcognitive potential), links up to past aspects around the same time period by year. The “anniversary” associations (not the exact day, but fairly close) relate to an article I just coincidentally found (without any search or intent) that was published on May 13, 2013; “Skylab’s Remains: NASA Space Station Debris in Australia (Photos)” and the fact that Skylab was launched on May 14, 1973 according to Wikipedia and the NASA website (though some sources, including the plaque in Australia say the 24th of May). Today’s date, presently, from my location, is May 16, 2014 though it is apparently still May 15 in, for example, California.

In my dream, some old friends and I are somehow on board the Skylab. I am not sure what our mission is, if any mission is even implied. There are also different rooms for seemingly different types of people; for example, each in their own niche or clique, so to speak. There is a group of obese women who seem to actually live, half-dressed, in a circular sauna area near the “bottom” area of Skylab. This area is amusingly known as “Coffeelab”. (My wife Zsuzsanna and I do not drink coffee as neither of us can stand the taste or smell. Caffeine also has the opposite effect on me than supposedly with other people and makes me feel extraordinarily tired.)

Over time, some maintenance needs to be done, I believe of which relates to the cylindrical oxygen tank. Somehow, there is a very large coffee machine which is sort of torus-shaped (like a giant lifesaver) but more like a trapezoidal template than circular where the narrower “top” is oriented inward. This coffee machine is sixteen feet above the women. (This particular distance has recurred in dreams since childhood for whatever reason).

Something goes wrong with the coffee machine and the connecting bars loosen and break, causing it to fall on the obese women (there being about six of them). They are mostly only in towels and giggling and gossiping mindlessly until the coffee machine falls on them, falling down through the cylindrical construct. A little later, the debris cannot be seen, but the women are all lying about having been killed, the largest on her back with her arms and legs out, like in some sort of horizontal jumping jack position or X-shape.

From here, my friends and I are told by the Skylab mission control that we need to drink all the coffee that is still available before it “goes to waste”. This seems like a strange task. The coffee is disgusting and has large granular blobs in it (as it then seems like instant coffee which is even worse than that from a coffee machine), almost like drinking mud. I spend several minutes (during at least three time periods) stirring the large glass I have with a small metal rod of some kind and watch the interesting and seemingly powerful swirls (like a variation of the Yin Force, or Yin and Yang integrating), which seem magnified. My hands seem magnified as well, which is a fairly common perspective in my dreams when focusing on my body. From there, I just continue to watch the attractive Yin-and-Yang-like patterns and whirlpool-like effects without drinking any more sludge.

There have been similar dreams where bliss began to dominate my dream when it involved Yin-and-Yang-like patterns or whirlpool effects, including the whale song dream of February 22, 2013. I also count the “Tornado!” dream of September 13, 1970 (wife’s birthday) as one because of the implied joining of the Yin and Yang forces before I knew of her real existence (at least as one interpretation).

A powerful old dead woman who I'd known when she was alive has possessed a young girl I know, a friend's kid, in high school. She's essentially holding the kid hostage in order to make some demand of me, and I'm refusing her. Another girl, a friend of the possessed one, can't understand why I won't just give in to the dead woman's demands and save her friend, she's very distraught. There's some weapon or power source that used to be sealed away in the ground, and I'm threatening to reseal it, so the dead woman won't be able to access it. She thinks I'm bluffing, because that'd be bad for me too, but I'm willing to do it. She says to me that I don't appreciate the strain she's putting this body under; she's using magic constantly at a level that may seem reasonable to me and her, but which is unsupportable for a kid like this, she'll burn out if it continues.

As the same character, I'm walking across a high school gym, intending to get some coffee. It's after school hours, and there's a group of kids here playing basketball. They keep disappearing and reappearing, teleporting short distances. I'm thinking of it as one of those games with rules that only kids understand, and thinking how great it is to see them given a chance to just come together and play around like normal kids. In the hall on the other side of the gym, I meet up with a guy in a suit and trenchcoat who's also watching the game. He says something along the lines of "I can't believe you (pl.) were able to find so many."

This series of dreams were a little disappointing. I am embarrassed at how sloppy I've become. I made a number of mistakes and really didn't get anywhere with my goal. At least I got multiple lucids!

I took a longer WBTB than usual (longer than 5 min) with this one and got on Playstation Home Doctor Who pack and explored the TARDIS a bit trying to take in all the visuals of the inside. I think it would have been helpful if I had actually summoned one up or just materialized myself straight inside versus making the blue box first. I was worried about insomnia when I went to bed as I was super wakeful. I had to use my technique for falling asleep and abandon any lucid induction. I was surprised to DILD but with Galantamine it's almost effortless the first few hours. I really need to concentrate on my techniques after my mini awakenings instead of just falling back to mantra. It works... sort of, but I think the experience would be much better with a little more focus. A lot of times I just want to get back to sleep as fast as possible but still try for lucid. Mantras seems to be my fall back method during these times.

Coffee:

#216 - 3:25AM - DILD

I have an FA and find my self getting some coffee. The set up looks like work but its a checkout line at Wal-Mart. I try to grab a Styrofoam cup but they are dirty with holes in them. I move the to other side and see some clean new cups. I get coffee from the dispenser. Mary, the janitor is standing next to the coffee machine. I nod at her and walk away sipping my coffee. (No physical sensation or taste)

My cousin starts texting me while I am walking and though I cant read the words I seem to think that I know what we are saying to each other.

Suddenly, I am in my living room on the floor next to the couch. I still have my coffee in my hand but I am not really drinking it. I am in contemplation and I feel something is off. I am drinking more caffeine? This isn't a good idea if I am going to go back to bed and try to get lucid. SHIT! I should always RC after any awakening I do a nose plug but don't really put thought into it. I don't even know if I blew threw or not. Then, I hear someone going out the front door. It's my wife. She tells me that she is going outside to get something and I can hear the keys jingle in her hand. No. She should be asleep. That's not like her at this hour. I AM dreaming! I walk to the front door and remember to pause and take in the detail. I look at the door and notice it is very different than waking reality. There is a large window in the middle of it. It's wooden and the paint is weathered and peeling off. Then I forget this and rush outside because all I want to do is get in the TARDIS.

Outside the air is cold. Always the air is cold in lucids. Why is this? I enjoy the feeling of it, but I begin to notice that I feel really odd like I have a head cold and there is cloth wrapped around my head, chin to top. It feels heavy and I try to ignore it. I wonder if something is happening to my body in bed. I suddenly feel myself lying on my back and there is nothing on my head now. No don't want to do that. I focus and continue to walking with no other distraction. There is a street lamp to the right and void to the left. I let control slip a bit and just allow myself to wander in a random direction believing I will go straight to the TARDIS. I realize that I am walking barefoot but this time I feel like I am wearing shorts with a hoodie instead of the usual underwear only. Suddenly, I feel a sharp and realistic pain in my left foot and assume I stepped on a peddle on the sidewalk. I let out a whispered, "Ouch!" And grab my foot for a moment. I am shocked at the vividness of the pain but quickly put it out of my mind. I come around to the driveway side of the house and stop. I think it should be appearing now and can faintly hear that unique sound of it's engines. I get several brief and dim images of the TARDIS spinning in flight and appearing in various positions in my driveway. Suddenly, I hear the explosion of a gunshot from somewhere behind me. My physical body jerks in reaction to the sound and the dream breaks apart waking me up.

Mirror:

#217 - DILD - 4:29AM

I hear my son crying and my wife gets up. The light is on but I have a blanket over my face and lying on my left side. I try not to move because I think I am trying to WILD and I am still in the same position that I laid down. Something feels odd. I can feel the air of the ceiling fan on my face and my breath is not obstructed in the least bit. Then, I hear an electronic robotic buzzing sound from behind me and the blankets vibrate like a strong wind is blowing. I immediately know that I am dreaming and do not feel frightened. The sound stops.

I get up and am in the kitchen. I see my wife standing there in the doorway looking very sexy. I grab her and we passionately kiss like its the first time. After a moment, I remember my task and let her go. We can do this later. There is a coffee pot full of coffee on the edge of the sink. I laugh. What is it with coffee in my dreams? I spend several minutes aimlessly searching the house for the TARDIS but don't have any real focus.

Then, I see the front door, but it's not a door at all. It's a large mirror. I run to it intending to dive head first. I pass a DC. Was it my daughter? She says something but I am focused on the mirror. I can see my reflection as I get closer. There are two of me but for some reason I think it's normal. Then, as I dive there is no reflection and I focus on reaching beyond. I get stuck at the waist for a second and wiggle through. I stand up and realize that I went from a very clean and tidy version of my house to a very dirty and messy version of my house. I look around still trying to find a TARDIS but suddenly, the dream collapses.

I try to DEILD but find myself stuck in bed. I realize my head is floating and not touching the pillow. I roll into the floor and stop. I am in another bed with my head floating. I roll again, fall once more and stop on the floor. I suddenly wake up.

Fridge:

#218 - DEILD? - 4:47AM

I either wake up or have a FA. I berate myself for letting awareness slip again. I mantra, "I am dreaming." but suddenly realize that I either I never really woke up or I went straight into a DEILD. I say, "I am still dreaming." (from the times maybe there was not so much a gap after all.)

I am in the kitchen again. No... a different kitchen. I see a very large fridge and decide to turn it into a TARDIS . There only seems to be one light source in the middle of the room and the area the around fridge is cast in deep shadow. Feeling the fridge, I circle around it into the void phasing past cabinets and walls. I am blind now but my physical sensation is vivid. I imaging how the outside of the TARDIS should feel and it quickly takes shape. When I think I have it, I open my eyes. The sensation of my eyelids feels startlingly real. I pause a moment but realize I am hugging a huge blue box.

I excitedly step back but it just looks like some wardrobe with solid wood doors painted TARDIS blue. I become annoyed and obsessed with getting it at least somewhat right. I spin the front around and try again. I just want to see "Police Call Box" on the front before I go in. When I spin it back around there is some cheap ass black label with white random letters on it. Something catches my eyes and I look left. There is the damned Police Call Box sign handing from the ceiling above the kitchen sink.

I decide to let that go and turn my attention back to this half formed TARDIS. To my dismay, the blue box has turned to a type of plastic cardboard. I try to straighten it out and shape it back into a box but not matter what I do, the entire process is clumsy and the material becomes increasingly floppy and weak. I stop and realize the humor it in all. I take a moment and just laugh at it. Then I let out a mocking "WHOOOOHOOO!" I enjoy the sound of my dream voice and shout out again. Laughing I say something Doctor Who-ish, "Dumbily-Wumbily." I just laugh at myself and suddenly wake up.


The next time I wake is around 7:50AM with no other recall. For some reason I thought I had 4 lucids. The feeling of forgetting something is maddening!

I was fooled by a very convincing FA and felt the urge to pee. I peed for a very long time and felt sleepy. I closed my eyes a few times and felt random thoughts like I was falling asleep right there. I open my eye and see some random thing on the floor in the darkness. I feel horny and tell myself that if I can get lucid I'll have lucid sex. I finish up and lay back down to WILD.

Instantly I hear loud music. It sounds churchy but I think it must have been a Mumford and Sons song. I try to change it to a 90's alternative song and it slowly morphs into something odd. I realize I am wasting time with this and start thinking about transitioning. I get the spins and feel like I roll into the floor but once I noted this I was back in bed. I know I am close so I think of goals. I want to punch George Bush instead of lucid sex. I feel like I lied to myself at this point. Then, its like my SubC gets mad at me and I wake up. I do a nose plug to be sure.

Total sleep time: 7 hrs

WBTB: 1/2 cup matcha tea, almost out of it

Fragment1: A former classmate and something strange about his shoes

Natural wake, decide to use it as WBTB, drink some tea, total duration (7mins), was nicely tired and almost falling asleep but then it became too noisy outside, and also got a text message, so inappropriate for Saturday morning...insomnia for like an hour followed.

Dream2: In a familiar town, I am on the tram, the door is open, and I see an unpleasant ex-neighbor. She is running after the tram, trying to get on it, she also holds a cup of coffee. I try to help her, taking the coffee so she runs easier, but it spills. She gets angry and spills the rest of the coffee on me, decides not to get on the tram. There is another tram in front of us, facing the opposite direction. I look back inside, and examine myself, I wonder if I should change my clothes, but decide against it. People around are looking at me but with understanding, I was trying to help after all.

Dream3: I am in my room, I have something like a small terrarium with mice inside. It also had a lid, and the lid is gone now, a few mini mice jump out of there. I try to catch them and eventually succeed. I am slightly worried about catching a disease from the mice, so decide to wash them first, then put them back in this thing. It changes to a real terrarium and the mice are now guinea pigs. I think about feeding them, what do they eat, do I need to clean anything after them, ect. I look at a desk which on the wrong place, and see something like a bigger guinea pig, a bit more like a grey rabbit now. It seems that have escaped once again...I also notice a grey stuffed elephant and wonder where it came from, I come up with some fake memory that it is from my bf.

Fragment4: A very realistic FA, I am in our corridor, I hear the sound of running water, go to the bathroom and see the water is on. I become very concerned that I have forgotten it, water running all night long. ( This felt so real, and I was so sleepy, I am slightly questioning whether this happened irl, but most likely not because I didn't hear it during WBTB, crazy!)

Fragment5&6: FAx2, I wake up in the dream, go the restroom to pee. Looking a slightly different but very realistic each time, I wake up in my real bed. Then again. (Note for competition, while this is the whole dream, because it is short, I put it as fragment)

Comment: That was a bit strange, but also cool, I don't get many FAs. The tea is to blame, my bladder really was full.

Fragment7: The principal is cleaning up some of his things. I also participate, I see an old barbecue part that I want to throw away and some jars full of pickles, and one with minced meat that looked terrible.

Fragment8: My grandma is wearing a strange outfit, trying to gather things from trees. She tells me that my aunt wants to come by and sunbathe with us. I had other plans, but whatever.

Fragment9: A friend of mine and me are discussing clothes, he proposes that I go to a certain store, I have already been there, found nothing of interest.

Fragment10: I am finishing a cup of chocolate and look at the bottom. There is a chunk of cookie dough there, I wonder for a bit about it.

Goal for the rest of the day: I must DO ten RCs today, plus ADA (at least!)

Vividness: Around 6-7/15 (10 being lucid) (From the night of Wednesday, 5/8/13)
Awareness: 6/10
Sleep times 11:05PM, 6:56 AM, 7:20AM
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I am at a pool (one I am not familiar with) and there seem to be many people (indistinct blurs, I don't exactly focus on the detail here) running around the edges. Somehow I gather that there is an 'evil spirit' that transfers through contact (my subconscious can't make up it's mind: sometimes there are many and I'm made to believe that they're devouring people, sometimes just one) and chases you around endlessly. I remember running up the stairs of a mini tiki hut by the side of the pool, and getting jostled as people crowd up in the small doorless frame. I get tagged a few times, but feel no effect and immediately get someone else as the running in circles cycle continues.

At some point I'm at a pool I used to go to as a child, and the water level is a few inches about the floor (so the entire surface of the pool, concrete and all are covered with at least 6 inches of water, the pool parts going down to 14 feet). I am splashing along the edges of the pool and seem to glimpse sharks near the bottom of one of them. I notice that the water is very sparkly and pale, and the concrete has a bleached look about it. This was the middle dream, then the pool location switches back to the first.

More running around, then (about 453632626 hours later my mind realizes if I'm getting chased I can actually LEAVE the premises) the focus switches to there being bombs in either the pool or one of the cars in the parking lot (a flat gravelly area with dense foliage on all sides, not a place I recognize). I'm trying to think about where to go, and glance over at the suddenly enlarged entrance to the pool to see a mass of people trying to leave and drive away. I notice my dad and mom, and as I do so there is a movement out of the corner of my eye and all the cars drive away, leaving one empty white SUV conspicuously parked near me (at least the passenger side was). I usher my parents out of the building, and I recognize slight fear and confusion on my dad's face as I single him out in the crowd.

I'm at the pool parking lot still, but deathly afraid and run along the gravelly path that makes way for a cheap asphalt road. Here I am very aware of some of my limbs, and glance over my shoulder every few seconds, moving my neck quickly. I can see a great amount of detail, with flickering lights shining through the leaves behind me and giving off beautiful shadows on the ground (I almost never notice shadows in dreams). There appears to be some pulsating 2-D shape moving along the ground and emitting a strange 'eeeeeeeeee', but my mind deems it nonthreatening and I stumble onwards. I make turns aimlessly and don't really recall the scenery, just the fact that I need to run away and I'm lost. I finally am running down a extremely narrow, lineless road that heads towards a coffee shop I sometimes go to on the weekends. As I run, I meet up with a misleadingly innocuous girl, slightly shorter than me with an average, unattractive face with brown hair and eyes. I somehow learn that she is a vampire (my disoriented brain is trying to tie in with the spirit-monsters from earler) and mistakes me for one as well. We talk briefly, but as we reach the entrance of the coffee shop, she realizes I am a human as a bulky, lumbering male companion of hers steps out onto the road to meet us. She says how they bite thousands of humans every day, and I feel an immense relief, not having realized how scared I was that if I were to get bitten, it would hurt badly (thinking I probably had been bitten before, and either I didn't remember it or it was not painful). I start to run back down the road, and she lopes gracefully after me. We swing our arms at each other, and I block a quick secession of blows with the sides of my forearms, somehow hitting a combo to disable an attack buff (...? even I don't remember or know what I'm talking about here). We exchange some deadly hand to hand blows, and then I have NO IDEA what happens next. Talk about crazy sickness-induced dreams, eh?