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Ritual: WTB 2am, woke 9am with dream. Recall: 9/10. April had so far been a dryspell, but after my hot streak in early March I hadn't worried too much about it. I've noticed that my streaks and dryspells often seem to operate cyclically. I was distressed in early April when even my dream recall was inexplicably poor, but for the past week that had been improving. I had been continuing daytime RCs but to no discernible effect, and hadn't made any serious LD attempts all month.

Last night was no exception, but since I was stressed and annoyed over work obligations, I let myself drink rather heavily with dinner. The consequence of this was that I slept poorly, having to cycle lots of water and wake up even more frequently than usual. This didn't bother me either, as I'd slept plenty in the last few days and didn't feel especially tired. I also enjoyed that I was dreaming heavily all night, with decent recall, though the dreams themselves were not interesting enough to sacrifice more sleep to record them. As morning approached, the line between sleeping and waking started to blur, to the point where I found myself in a long dream where I seemed to be lying half-awake in my bed, but talking and interacting with DCs who were in the room with me. Even before the dream ended it occurred to me that it had involved some semi-lucid intervals, so I realized I should get up and take some notes. I was in the process of doing so when I began to suspect I was still dreaming. My first instinct was to wake myself up so I could record the dream properly, but then I realized that I shouldn't squander this unexpected opportunity!

DILD: In my living room. Don't think I'm awake yet. Could wake myself up, of course. Hang on—that would be a waste. Must be at least an hour before I have to get up. What were those tasks again?

Jogging will be easy enough. I start running even before I leave the house. Suddenly my feet feel heavy and I notice I am wearing my old black leather combat boots. Grin—if there was any doubt I was dreaming it has cleared up now. [For the record, I was never in the military, I just had a distinctive fashion sense in my youth.] Go outside the door and jog away. Immediately nothing like my backyard, though it does still resemble the region I live in. Look around: in the distance see a woman pushing a stroller. "Woman pushing a stroller," I say to myself, to fix the details. I'm running across a parking lot, and where it ends I pass an unusual tree whose thick branches are armed with long thorns. "Thorn tree," I state for the record. Find myself at the edge of a steep hill and run straight down. Gravity isn't a problem, I stay perpendicular to the ground I am covering, which means I am pitched forward at a 45 degree angle and would fall flat onto my stomach if gravity were operative, but it isn't. I can feel my body being gently buoyed up into this position, and my speed doesn't become too great. Say, "Steep hill." As I'm running down the hill, looking around, I see something stranger. The earth is almost barren, with dry scrubby vegetation in patches, but looking to my left, I see razors sticking up out of the ground as if someone has planted them there, dozens of them, several inches apart, covering a large patch of ground. "Razors planted in the ground," I say, adding, "Disposable razors." And they're not just any brand, but I recognize them: distinctive yellow handles, white heads... "Bic razors," I think.

At the bottom of the hill the ground levels out. I notice that the act of jogging doesn't feel at all realistic, which is interesting because I actually do jog in WL on a semi-regular basis, so it is not that my dreaming mind lacks sensations to draw upon. In what respect is it unrealistic? Well, there's no need for real effort, no sense of real weight. And now, unbidden, my arms are dangling and dragging through the dry dirt of the ground, I can feel it sifting through my fingers. My arms do not feel any longer than normal, and my legs do not feel any shorter than normal, yet my fingers are trailing the ground alongside me as I run. I notice a small mushroom lying on the dirt and pick it up, saying "Mushroom." It is a fleshy beige tube-shaped stem without a distinct cap, and I recognize the type from the grocery store—it is a small eryngii mushroom.

Previously I had passed highways at the base of the hill, but now I'm approaching a smaller local street, buildings tightly packed together on the side of the street across from me. I decide to move on to another task. When the April TOTMs were posted I had worked out a plan whereby I would use the portable hole to portal myself into space and do the bonus task. I note an ideal location in the street—there's a manhole cover there or some other kind of circular mark that seems the ideal place to set down the hole. I notice three guys on this side of the road are getting into a parked car and feel instinctive momentary caution about running in front of it, but remind myself that this is a dream, there's no way to be harmed if the car hits me, and anyway I should use it as motivation to succeed quickly in the hole task. In retrospect, I note that the direction they're about to drive suggests either that this must be a one-way street, or else that the traffic flow is the opposite of what it normally is in the US.

I had planned my strategy as I was jogging up, so once I got to the spot I had designated, I promptly used my right hand to reach into my "pocket" (to avoid overcomplicating things I deliberately didn't bother to take notice of what I was wearing or make sure it had a pocket, I just let assumption carry the day), pulled out my portable hole and dropped it. Nothing happened, but the problem was easily diagnosed: my hand had come up empty from my pocket, so I had only been pretending to drop the hole. Apparently, in dreams, there can somehow still be a distinction (however nuanced) between "pretending" to do something and "actually" doing it.

"You actually have to pull something out," I murmured to myself reprovingly, and reached into my pocket again. This time my hand closed around a folded piece of very thin black cloth. I recall the texture of the cloth made it feel like a synthetic fiber, smooth and slightly shiny. I unfolded it and dropped it on the pavement. It was circular, perfectly sized to fit over the manhole-cover spot in the street, but I had thrown it so casually that it had fallen in a bunched up and wrinkled way, so I kneeled down to gently smooth it flat. Then I stood back up and stepped on the cloth, intending to sink through it and find myself in space. Of course the first time, it felt no different than stepping onto a layer of cloth that had been set onto the pavement, and I didn't go anywhere. This didn't surprise me, since I knew my expectations might have been conditioned by some of the early TOTM reports I had read in this month's thread. So I patiently tried again, knowing I could make this work. I hopped in place and focused on the sensation of sinking. The second try was still a dud. I hopped again, maintaining my focus and emphasizing the idea of falling through the hole. It worked, though instead of falling suddenly, as one might through a real hole, I was sinking slowly and gently downward. I used this extra time to build my image of where I wanted to end up: space.

After I sank beneath the surface of the pavement, I was floating in a pitch black, unconstructed space. This was more promising than disorienting—after all, outer space has very similar qualities. However, I knew I should be seeing stars, so I firmed my resolve to be in space, specifically "outer space," not just unconstructed space. The dream complied, and filling my field of view to the front and right was a sudden glimpse of a great starry disk, fully round as if I was looking at it head on. "Galaxy," I murmured, impressed by how beautiful it was, how awe-inspiring, even if it had been generated entirely by my own mind. But the task required me to observe a sunrise over Earth, so I focused my intention using keywords: "Space. Sunrise."

The beautiful galaxy disappeared, replaced with a vision much less inspiring. From photographs I have the impression that seeing the actual Earth from space is visually stunning, but despite the loveliness of my galaxy, my model of Earth was rather dull and unconvincing. What made it so underwhelming was that I didn't feel like the distances were right: even though I was still floating in "space," I felt like I was only a few feet away from the planet, which resembled a large globe about six feet in diameter. It was dark, because I was looking at the night side, and as I willed the "sunrise" to occur, the light creeping around the edge of the planet illuminated something unexpected: the whole planet seemed fenced in by structures built over and around it, and they were covered with corporate logos! Actually it seemed very appropriate metaphor for the current state of affairs. The structures definitely didn't look like the sorts of things that could exist in space, though, since they consisted of large interlocking beams that crowded and dwarfed the planet itself. As I examined this structure, the "space" in which I was floating stabilized into the interior of a large, dimly lit room, the earth and the structures around it becoming mere models. It resembled the lobby of a planetarium or space museum.

"Space. Sunrise." I said again firmly, trying to restore the scene to the one I had intended. I temporarily succeeded in making the room fade away so that I was again floating in darkness in front of the Earth, but when I tried to re-do the sunrise, the growing light illuminated the walls of the same room that I had just banished, and now the light was almost aggressively bright. This, I figured, was actual light from WL—during my earlier wakings I had noticed that it was a very bright morning, and my curtains can only do so much to keep light out of the bedroom. I managed to ignore the light and hold onto the dream a little bit longer, but I was still wrestling to turn the room's interior back into outer space when I woke up.

Recall has been terrible for the last week or more, absolutely minimal. Last night was a little better, maybe 2/10: I dreamed all night but could barely piece anything back together, even right after waking up.

NLD fragment, "No Chicken": I was in the backseat of a car being driven by someone else. I can't remember why we needed a live chicken. Although I had no awareness that I was dreaming, I knew instinctively that I should be able to conjure a chicken out of thin air by will alone, and I got frustrated after trying again and again with no success.

NLD fragment, "No Pants": My mom wanted to enter an underground cave complex that had been set up as a tourist site, but I was afraid they wouldn't let me in because I wasn't wearing pants. I solved this problem by taking off my bulky green sweater and slipping it on like a skirt, fastening it by tying the arms together in front. Though this left me with nothing but a sports bra on top, I buttoned my coat over it and at that point felt like I could pass muster. In the cave, I looked down at my improvised "skirt" and thought it was working pretty well—to a casual observer, it might even look like I was wearing a normal skirt with a sweater tied around my waist.

I commented, "Okay mom, this is the weirdest thing I've ever done." Though in retrospect I have to acknowledge that it really wasn't all that weird in the great scheme of things.

Wow, last night was the most productive dream night I've ever had. Throughout the whole night, the same dream stretched chronologically and completely context logically. Rare indeed. The whole dream was spent with me either hanging out with or texting my friend Celeste, who I haven't seen in years. There was a bit of romance but mainly it was just a refreshing dream about friendship.

My first lucid came about while we were driving around hanging out.

I am in the passenger seat and Celeste is driving. Its a warm summer day and we have the windows rolled down, Celestes hair is playfully being tossed by the wind. I look outside and we are driving on a dirt road, completely surrounded by tall wild grass, wheat fields, and cornrows. We make our way up a slowly slanting hill and she finally pulls over. "This is it!" she says excitedly as she gestures out the window. A lone tree sits upon the hill gigantic and majestic, looking older than god. I laugh and run up to it and begin to climb, when suddenly I become lucid. I hang on to the tree and feel its rough bark as clarity slowly comes to me. I remember wanting to try spinning instead of hand-staring as a stabilization technique, so when the dream begins to fade I use it and find it incredibly effective. Celeste laughs. "What are you doing??" I wave to Celeste, and keep a promise I made to myself do nothing sexual.

The field oozes summer. Pollen floats in the air, heat raises from the soil, and I can feel the sunbeams on my face. Absolute heaven. Remembering another thread I commented about flying techniques, I decide to try flying as its been a while since I last did it. I jump high in the air and slowly float down, most likely just psyching myself out. I laugh at myself and know I can do it, so on the second attempt I leap forward and stay elevated. I begin to levitate just over the wheat field, letting the wheat tickle my legs.

After a few moments of flying around, I come to the edge of the field and see a construction site through the thin forest. I land and begin walking around the construction site. I see a cement foundation filled with dirt that will be used for a house, and to make sure I'm still in control I will flowers to grow. I turn away briefly then look back, and the foundation has become overgrown with beautiful wild flowers. I walk deeper into the construction site but lose lucidity before I can do much of anything else. I check my phone to see that six hours has passed and Celeste is worried. I tell her I'll be there in time for dinner and the scene changes.

My second lucid was super brief.

I attend dinner with Celeste and a husband and wife are there who my dream self recognizes as the owners to the small movie theater in town. Evidently we have history, as we laugh and talk for hours. Finally dinner is over, and everyone hugs and says goodbye. As the husband and wife are leaving, I feel a crunch in my mouth and pull out one of my bottom teeth. I look in the reflection of a car window and another falls out next to it. I smile to see if its noticeable, and, no surprise, it is. I begin to panic, then realize that strange dental things happen to me often in dreams. Bingo! I become lucid again and try spinning, but I'm aware of myself already waking up. I just stand there and enjoy how strange it is for your body to wake up when you're already "awake".

I pulled off Basic Task of the Month in this one and got part of the way through Advanced. Considering that I came into this dream in a bit of an unfocused mood, I'm calling this a success!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #83: Expensive Snacks

I WILD into a scene where I'm standing in the driveway of our house. There's a dark blue jeeped parked here. I notice that the jeep's license plate is made out of paper and as I lean down to investigate it, Wife comes up from behind me and says, "You're going to pick up the kids, right?"

I say something along the lines of, "Huh?" I turn to face her but she's already walking away. She waves over her shoulder, calling, "Thanksloveyoubye!!" before vanishing back into the house.

I turn my attention back to that weird "license plate". It's filled with extremely small print that mostly seems to be related to lucid dreaming. I try to memorize a little of it but I can tell that the text is changing. I give up on this hopeless task and climb into the jeep.

Two child seats are jammed into the back, totally askew and clearly not properly installed. For a moment I worry about picking up the kids in seats that are this unsafe but I quickly remember that I have no intention of actually going to get the kids. I'm interested in the car, though, so I climb into the driver's seat.

Without me having to do anything, the car starts driving itself backwards through my neighborhood. I have no idea why it's in reverse, but the car's going at a fine pace and making great turns, so I just go with it. I decide to chill a bit and just let the car drive me around. I think of how comfortable my seat is and it automatically reclines for me.

I happen to glance over at the passenger seat and notice that one of Wife's rings is laying on the cushion. I try to remember whether she lost this ring IWL. No, it's not missing. But the Task of the Month occurs to me and I decide to give the ring a taste. I jam it into my mouth and start sucking on it. The taste is slightly oily at first, but I'm not getting a lot of flavor. I start to suck a bit harder and I feel the top of the ring begin to melt! My mouth is filled with the taste of vegetable oil.

I spit the ring out and see that about a third of it is completely melted. The damage bothers me so I grip it in my hand for a moment to repair it. It comes out whole again and I toss it back onto the seat.

I want to go for the Advanced Task now (transform a lump of coal into a diamond), so I conjure a lump of coal by "finding" it behind my back. As I bring it forward to look at it, though, I feel the scene darkening and losing focus. The change is sudden, so I'm left with no time to complete the diamond transformation. I get ready to DEILD but when the scene collapses I'm left totally awake.

11/7/2012

Lucid
In this dream I was wandering though a museum. I was lucid the entire dream. As I was walking along I came across an attractive dream character. I tried to talk with her but she just continued to smile at me, but she would nod or shake her head in response to my questions. I asked her to come with me and she did. We continued to make our way through the museum when suddenly guys with guns approached us and told us to stop. In all fairness, I do think they were security guards and we were in the museum after hours. I tried to use my finger guns on them but it wouldn't work. They opened fire on us and we hid behind a big statue. I decided to try conjuring a weapon so i thought I would reach into my pocket and pull out a gun. This didn't work. I then tried to reach in the back of my waistline in case I had a concealed weapon there. I didn't. I was worried at this point, but then my DC friend tapped me on the shoulder and smiled at me. From behind her back she pulled out this crazy looking pistol and handed it to me. I looked at it for a few seconds then stood up to return fire, but the security guards were gone. Then the dream ended.

Lucid. Kept waking up in frustration of not being lucid. Finally I went lucid. I was at an Estate Sale with my mother. It was in a camper that somehow transforms into a VW beetle. Anyway, there wasn't much worth taking. Maybe a couple of vinyl records, but they had scratches. Then I see someone I know running away - wearing a different jacket than he was wearing 2 minutes before - so that triggered lucidity. Immediately I took flight and then had a close call with a helicopter. Back to ground. Ask for J. Don't see him anywhere. Suddenly I noticed 2 guys wrestling around on the ground and there he was. He looked up and laughed and said hello. Got up gave me a hug and we had some fun. There were moments where a flash would happen and for a moment he would look differently. Made me nervous but he was close enough.

Italic Text = Personal Thoughts
Normal Text = Non-Lucid Segment
Purple Text = Lucid Segment

I had initially slipped out of a dream and into a false awakening, which I managed to pick up on and immediately woke after realising it was a dream. I wanted to get up anyway and write down the dream I just had as this night I had only recalled one dream, but I decided to take a chance, sacrifice remembering that dream and DEILDed back into the false awakening.

I was initially sure I wasn't in a dream as I didn't feel myself fall asleep from the DEILD, but I performed a reality check anyway and realised that I was in fact dreaming!

I pulled myself up from the bed and everything was blurry and spinning around me. This time though, unlike my other lucid dreams, I remembered to perform stabilisation techniques. I rubbed my hands together and spun around but it didn't seem to be working at first. It felt like I was looking at the world through a fisheye lens that was incredibly zoomed out. It was really disorientating.

I blinked after performing a lot of stabilisation, and after the blink things became the most vivid they have been in any of my lucid dreams. I walked out of my door and to my stairs, where my Dad was standing at the bottom. He begins walking up the stairs as I'm walking down them, and I decide to just push him back off the stairs so I can get by, just to see his reaction. He kind of stumbles, looks at me funny, and then walks away.

I walk into the living room, it's dark in here but I walk through into my kitchen area. I get annoyed at the darkness so I try to use powers to turn on the light, but nothing seems to be happen. I flick the light switch and the light starts flickering dimly but I still can't get it to turn on.

I decide to walk outside, when I open the door I notice that it's actually daytime outside, roughly mid-morning. As I'm walking I notice that I don't have any shoes or socks on and get worried that the discomfort of walking on the rough ground with bare feet would wake me up. I look away from my feet and conjure some shoes and I become excited when it actually works as this was my first conjuration. Though, despite this, I'm still feeling the rough ground as if I was bare foot.

I remember that I could just fly into the air, I jump up and still don't seem to have full control over flying as I can't sustain it for long and land back down on the grass. I try again and this time manage to float up to about as high as the roof of my house and stop briefly to decide what to do next. I decide I want to go exploring and when I fly up to get a view of my surroundings I seemingly uncontrollably begin shooting up into the sky at high speed until I'm above the clouds. I look around and notice an interesting looking area, with bright red roads and tall buildings. I fly down to it and look around the area, it seemed to be a school of magic or something, there were students inside the buildings brewing potions and practicing spells. Still not having full control over flying, I'm kind of "drifting" as I turn corners and can't quite get the hang of stopping when I want to. I stop briefly to try and find to find a balance before flying back over this school building and to my house.

Upon landing, I remember my dream objectives list and the top one being to try some dream food. I hold my hands out and look away, trying to conjure a plate with a sandwich on, only I don't get the sandwich and just end up with a plate. As I continue trying to conjure the sandwich onto this plate, the plate seems to develop a life of its own and it's jumping out of my hands and gradually growing in size with each attempt I make.

I turn around and see my mum glaring at me, I'm kind of disturbed because of how aggressive she looked. I walk up to her and she immediately lashes out, grabbing the plate and trying to pull it from my hands. I resist for some reason, and then think "If I can't conjure myself a sandwich, maybe I should just ask a dream character to make it for me?". I asked her and her aggressive attitude immediately changes to a smile as she says "Sure!". I let her have the plate and she begins walking back into the house and I'm following her, when the dream quickly fades to black. I try stabilisation techniques but it's too late and I woke up.

Funnily, I awoke precisely 3 minutes before my alarm would be going off. It never ceases to amaze me how precise the body clock can be.

Started with the house on Potter we were going to buy. There were renovations and all the flooring was wet, felt like walking through a swamp. So I went outside and I was suddenly walking down a road where I grew up. It is the middle of the night and I notice that I am topless. That triggers me to go Lucid. That is always a moment of elation and almost immediate flight. Flying fast through the night sky up above the trees. For a second I think about keep going into space or the moon again. But it was scary and isolating last time so I decide to conjure J. My flight starts to descend on a modern house I have never seen before. I go right through the window. I see the reflection of J in a mirror in the hallway. J is sitting at a dining table waiting for me. I'm greeted warmly. I'm there long enough to savor the moment and then its gone.

No longer lucid and back in the Potter house. There is a giant map of Earth on the wall. In the middle of the map is a giant whale. I go to look closer and someone had cut all around the whale. I thought about placing cork board in the cut out. The floor is still wet.

After poor rest for a couple days and a major headache I managed to do a WBTB and have some great lucidity.

Plus, I continue to dream of celebrities. At least this time they were naked.


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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I find myself in my old house, the one I grew up in for nearlyall of my adolescence. The living roomis arranged differently, and it’s messier than I would like. I’ve apparentlyjust woken up from a nap or something and I’ve been sleeping on the floor, thepillow and bedmat beneath me testimony to this fact. I am grumpy, and some ofmy disgruntled feelings are directed at my son.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of my pillow is his backpack, and seeing as how heisn’t in the room I decide it’s time I check to see what he’s been taking toand from school. I pull the zipper down on the black bag and I am greeted withpapers, folders, and some trash that is not out of place at all among hisstuff. I’m not interested in any of this, and I dig deeper, reaching for whatlies at the bottom of the bag. Here I find some plastic toys, and I pull outpiece after piece of what appears to be a babies toy desighned for teething. Ican’t even fathom why he would be taking so many baby toys to school, brightlycolored and clearly intended for someone much younger than him. All I can do isshake my head in disbelief.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Beyond these pieces of toy I also find a blue plasticdrinking cup, and this literally makes me roll my eyes. I keep finding thesecups everywhere, and I just want it gone. With a flick of my right hand I shootthe cup into the air, intending for it to land a few feet from me, but the fanabove and the air conditioner carry it further towards the middle of the roomwhere it hits Jen on her side as she sleeps in the recliner. She stirs andturns her face towards me, sleepily asking, “What?!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up, or even for thecup to hit you. It was the fan.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed the fan above is spinning quite fast, though as I saythis I doubt myself, thinking maybe I did mean for it to hit her. I can seethat there’s no way, physically, that the wind from the combined fans couldever send the cup to hit her, especially from the angle with which itdescended. The only thing I can presume is that I did it on purpose.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Next time don’t throw it so hard!” She rolls over to goback to sleep, still covered by the red and green horse blanket.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I look at my hand to wonder how I could have made the cupfly so far, and this induces lucidity. I quickly count my fingers, noting thateverything appears normal. I know I don’tbecome aware of my hands often so I’m pleased to recognize the sign for what itwas. My right hand touches my left and I’m surprised to find my hand is solid,warm, and unyielding. What I see as I turn my hand around almost makes me startleout of the dream.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the palm of my left hand I have a sore, almost like adark blister, directly below my little finger. I use my right hand to squeezeit and it bursts like a large pimple, pus and blood squirting into my righthand. I’m disgusted but I don’t feel sick despite what I have done, and myfirst thought is to grab a tissue to clean up the mess. I know I’m dreaming yetI look around to make sure no one has seen me, feeling slightly embarrassed tohave a burst hand-pimple. A vague thought about a magician crosses my mind butI can’t seem to find anything to connect it to.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head to my bedroom, the one down the hall and on the left,just where it had been when I grew up. The bed and walls are primarily thesame, as are some of the belongings, but the shelves along the west wall arevery different. I had put shelves up once in real life but the shelves I’mseeing are sunk into my wall. Boxes line them from one end to the other, andspringy black coils stick out of a couple of them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It turns out that when I left my old job I took quite a fewof the binding supplies with me. Black binding coils of every size fill theshelves, though this causes me no great concern. What does surprise me is thatI have a box of the special order vinyl pockets we used for maps and largedrwaings, and it is full. These vinyl pockets were quite expensive, I remember,and I feel surprised I took them at all. Still, they are quite useful. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I flip through them, using my finger to page themone-by-one, someone behind me asks, “What will you do when you run out?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I could just ask Curt to get me afew. He still works there.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“How many would you get?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Not more than five at most.” I say this knowing I wouldn’twant him to get in trouble and that five seemed a reasonable number to walkaway with.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand up from my kneeling position and let my gaze passover the shelves towards the door to my room, slightly closed. Something lookswrong with it and at first I’m unsure if it’s crooked. As I stare I realize itis indeed slanted, and I walk up to it with greater curiosity. When I approach theproblem becomes clear. Someone has attached the hinges of the door directly tothe wall using drywall mounts that are starting to pull out of the wall. Themounts don’t look like the usual hooks that spread out on the inside of a wall,appearing instead like translucent plugs that merely push into a hole.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think to myself, “I can fix that. Not today, but somedaysoon.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk back into the living room and stand near the back ofthe recliner chair. I can see my bed-mat in the far corner, and my son is on mypillow with his head, his butt sticking up in the air.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Son, get off my pillow!” I don’t shout but the tone in myvoice suggests he should comply quickly. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my right and in front of me is a large TV, almost like asmall movie screen, and it is showing an old black and white movie starringBruce Willis and Michael Caine. Both men are detectives trying to find amurderer, and both men are naked. They hold a conversation in a room with apotted plant and a small upholstered bench, their penises dangling from side toside as if in perpetual motion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My scene shifts and I am co-host on a talk show, though Ifeel slightly underdressed in my tank-top and shorts. Still, none of theaudience seems to mind so I just go with it. Behind me is a platform with lotsof colored lights and what appears to be a game-show set, though I can’t figureout what the game is. It seems unimportant as I realize I’m standing next tothe special guest, Bruce Willis.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up at him and I become lucid again. I know I’mdreaming because there’s no way this could ever happen, especially not with methis close to him dressed so casually. What especially catches my eye is howhandsome he is, and I know he doesn’t look this good in real life. The man nextto me is tall, has good hair, is smiling charismatically, and looks great in hisblue jeans and white button-down shirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I hug him with strength and passion, smelling him as I feelhis body heat transfer to me through our clothes. He feels good, real good, andI sink down to his knees, still hugging his leg. I look up at him as I turnaround, my left hand coming up and stroking him right beneath the crotch withthe gentlest touch against the bulge in his pants. At this moment I so wantsomething to happen between us. He doesn’t flinch, and I take this as a sign ofhis acceptance towards future actions.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Remembering my role as a host I make the connection that Ineed to please my audience, and this makes me think of my friend Chris. I knowhe would want to see Bruce Willis in person, though I suspect I could never getthe two to meet directly even after my crotch-stroking experience. I decide Ican do the next best thing and I conjure two audience passes out of thin air. Imake sure they both have the correct wording on them and then I send them offinto the ether. Glancing into the audience I see he has arrived and is sittinga few rows behind the platform where I am still clinging to Bruce’s leg. Ismile and wave at him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Sleep Paralysis Wormhole


Originally Occurred - February 2003
So I wasn’t quite sure what to make of all this. I had quite an interesting experience. When I was in bed, I felt that I was astral projecting, and it felt more extreme than it ever has... However it makes more sense that I was LDing, I think my mind was just playing tricks on me, because the landscape seemed much more to me like a lucid dream… just the most amazing lucid dream ever (Because I had such an aware state of consciousness)

I had the notion I was astral projecting because of the incredible energy buzzing sensation that I was having, and it wasn’t something I had felt in my dreams before. I was light as a feather, and I was floating around my room… although I forgot to try and look at my bed to see if I was still laying there.

Anyway my level of consciousness was bizarre, because I was so AWARE… and anything I would think about would happen. Anything I was afraid of, or thought about, manifested. Like I felt a loose tooth, and got worried that my teeth would fall out, and they did. I could reverse the process by tricking my mind into being worried that my teeth would go back into my mouth, and suddenly voila! And for some reason, the thought of vomiting just crossed my head, I wasn’t feeling sick, or anything, but just the idea of throwing up came to me, and immediately I did, all over my floor. I knew that things were totally off, because when I’d look down, there was no vomit or teeth on the floor at all.

So I did some tests to see what realm I was in. I plugged my nose, and found I could still breathe, and that time was irrelevant to any of the machines that ‘produced’ it (CLOCKS, bitches!) and I even tried experimenting with the physicality of things, which was basically a fucking illusion, because I could put my hands, arms, and my whole body through walls like butter. So the more I reflect the more I feel it was a lucid dream, that I may have just interpreted as astral projection, or an Out of Body Experience. So I decided to have some fun, and jumped through the wall and made my way a few houses down to this house of hot girls, who happened to be having a party. And the only thing that kept giving me the impression I was astral projecting, over lucid dreaming at this point, was the fact that nobody could see me, or feel me…

but it went both ways because as I was trying to cop a feel on this girl Molly, my hands would just go THROUGH her tits, which weirded me out. Then I realized, I should move my intent from perversion to something a little more constructive. So I focused my energy on bringing a friend to me, and it worked! My best friend showed up, and god… I focused all my energy to try and make him lucid in my dream too so that we could co-create… but I couldn’t break through to him… I might have just gotten over-excited, and bit off more than I could chew.

This was one of first of the most conscious control of this ‘dream’ . If there was an object I wanted, or a place I wanted to go, all I had to do was basically turn around and EXPECT it to be there, and it was. And when I was outside trying my movements, I would imagine that instead of running, I was on a conveyor belt that just took me to places, and my FUCKING GOD…. That thing was the most intense thing I’ve ever been on in my life. It was like a goddamn ROCKET-SHIP. I felt the buzzing energy the faster and faster I traveled on the conveyor belt to my friend’s house. It was awesome, amazing, and beautiful, and I had to share it.