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5:17 AM: I am making a t-shirt for my club. I want it to feature quotes from Metallica, and I feel our members will like this. I show some designs: it is a chessboard with the words RED and BLACK stenciled on first row of squares. Writing is in red and black, lol. I know I will have to pay for this, especially to use Metallica's words and music, as they are so serious about being reimbursed (Napster!). A club member discusses the pros and cons of the project. In particular, he discusses how many people we are trying to reach are not being so due to poor storytelling skills on Sensei's part. Sensei favors good vs. evil conflicts, with good always prevailing. My club member (a WL friend) gives an example here discussing the merits of a literary work, in particular, a work in which Tannhauser (in this work, evil) has his "flesh tanned" at a Christmas dinner (some kind of medieval punishment). He then becomes a good guy and wins "the curried Christmas turkey breast" in some sort of competition (a joust, maybe) and defeats someone evil in single combat (swords). The idea is that Sensei's rigid preference for good over evil is excluding people from the club. Due to Sensei's popularity, this literary work is not nearly as damning as the club member hoped it would be. It is also expressed to me that I should use different Metallica material as this is the last time I will be combining Metallica and club slogans, for some reason (I've chosen stuff from Kill Them All but now consider whether it would be better to use Garage Inc. or And Justice for All. Multiple WL friends appear in this dream.

7:11 AM: My father and I have a heart-to-heart (day residue). He is writing a blog about President George W. Bush leaving office; president is spelled "presdent"-- I sigh at my father's poor spelling! He calls my mother and begins talking on the phone. He is trying to explain about new cellphones, but uses a lot of technical jargon to sound smart. She says, "Speak English, man!" He then suggests taking a Vicodin to "calm herself." I shake my head. He sees this and asks what is wrong. I tell him he is being really rude. He hangs up on my mom; he does not think he has been rude. I put it to him this way: "If someone told you to take drugs every time you got annoyed, you'd be pissed." He still is not getting it. "Dad, I need to say this," I say, and make it clear I don't want to be interrupted. I then have a personal conversation with my dad that I would rather not relate on the Internet!

1st fragment: I am riding my bike at my workplace. My boss is discussing new for the fiscal year with a bunch of suits outside in our courtyard. I am riding around them on my bike, not a care in the world. I am surprised at how light I feel, and jump the front tire over concrete steps and bumps. I notice that I am not riding my wife's bike, and am surprised--the tires are different. I also realize I have no helmet on and decide to be extra careful while riding. I almost fall from the bike from riding down too steep an incline, but manage to catch myself very lightly. Again, I think this amazing, but don't make the connection

2nd fragment: I am with my wife. She is hiding folded up dollar bills (day residue) in the little door of the car gas tank, for if we ever need money for gas. I begin to tell my sister where the money is, then decide not to.

FA: I feel I have woken from all of these dreams. My wife awakes, excited. "Did that really just happen!? Did I really dream that!?!?" she asks. "Tell me that was real!" She is crying happily as she gets her DJ out. I assume she has had some poignant experience and I say nothing, so that she will not be distracted and forget. She then gets up and uses the RR. I am worried she will forget her dream before writing it down; I don't want her to lose her dream and be sad.

(WBTB and WILD attempt--7:30ish)

8:29 AM: I am riding in the car with my mom on the interstate. I suddenly become cognizant that I am dreaming. I nose pinch to confirm. "Isn't it funny," I ask her, "that none of this is real?" I then nose pinch again (just to be sure--leaping from a speeding vehicle is almost never a good idea) and then open the door. The pavement and road shoulder are moving incredibly fast. I just step out, and the world slows down around me; I land safely on my feet. I manage to fly around a little bit! I get up in the air, and say "Look, I am higher! I'm higher!" Each time I say this I am lifted higher into the sky, or rather, the ground drops farther and farther away. It comes into my mind that I am tricking the dream (doh!) and the ground resumes its normal position. I am messing around with flying some more when I remember my 3-step task. I reach into my pocket and summon my cellphone; it is there. I open the lock screen and read some texts; some stuff from my dad, but all gibberish. I toss the phone away. I approach the wall of a building and phase my hand through; it passes through like a ghost, which has never happened before. I am already phasing my body through the wall, and the normal feeling of passing through jello or plasma or whatever returns

Inside is an odd shaped room--sort of bottle-necked with a square body and long-necked hallways. I can't remember exactly what occurred in this room, but I know I did not encounter any DCs or eat anything . . . lol. I see a mirror and wonder if phasing through a mirror is a task (old TotM, I believe--heard about it from podcasts). I phase through (a first for me, actually) but C/R what was on the other side. I suddenly realize I've been running about for a bit and have not seen any DCs--I forgot about my mom at this point. I leave this building and decide to summon a WL friend. "Jane (not her real name) be around this corner!" I say. I run around the brick side of the building, onto a cement patio with a picnic table. Sitting on the picnic table is my friend. She appears for a moment, and then changes into an old crush from high school. She looks really good and I almost lose it, lol. Her DC is stable, and looks exactly as she does in WL, except for dream glamour that always makes distracting DCs incredibly beautiful. We have a conversation.

"Hey (insert my WL name, lol,) it's really great to see you! you look good!" she says. She is wearing short shorts and her feet and legs are sandy, as though she's been walking at the beach. "You look good, too," I say, though I am cognizant that she is not real. She notices me oggling her and offers to have sex with me (which started out as one of my NL goals in several lucid dreams). I begin to comply, but then back away. I say, "I've been trying really hard not to get distracted during dreams, so I think I won't this time." She smiles and gives me a thumbs up. "Good job," she says, and then begins talking about her life and stuff. Admittedly I lose interest at this point and begin thinking about the tasks. I realize I should listen attentively (dream yoga and all) but then think, "I don't have time for this." I interrupt her: "What are some good lucid tasks for me to accomplish?" She sits for a moment and thinks. "How about flying?" she asks. I groan. "I'm terrible at flying." I look at her. "Do you know how?" She smiles and nods. "Show me, please!" I say. She holds out her hand and I take it and we walk out to an open area. I am very excited: I am finally going to get to advanced flying, and my crush from high school is going to teach me. Sweet! She looks up into the sky and then jumps. Nothing happens. She tries a couple more times and shrugs. I leave, annoyed, and decide to find someone who does know how to fly in this damn dream.

I run about the dream landscape, doing lots of high jumping (onto the backs of cars, up onto buildings and such). I find a hotel that seems to have people in it. I enter; it is packed with DCs. I look around at all of them: who would know how to fly? I ask one. She gives me a weird look and says she does not know how. I see a headless woman carrying a tray of something; surely a headless DC would know how to fly? I approach and ask, and she replies, "Um, I don't think I want to buy any," as though I am a salesperson. I ask a man and he looks disgustedly at me and says, "Oh, a dream question." I finally look around and shout, "Quiet!" Everyone stops talking and looks at me. There is still music and laughter coming from the ball room. "Tell them to be quiet in there too," I say (C/R if they shut up or not, lol). I say, "Who in here knows how to fly?" The DCs look around at each other. Finally a girl my age raises her hand and says, "I do." She asks me if this is the only way "Santa will bring me wings for Christmas" (A DV reference). She agrees to show me, and then proceeds to waste a lot of dream time screwing around, looking out of windows, rummaging through stuff. I keep asking her to hurry, because the dream will end soon, and she tells me to be patient or something. At some point, I begin to feel odd tactile sensations--someone brushing my hair, and tickling my body. I am not sure if these are random dream sensations or my wife trying to wake me up IRL. I move away from the area I am standing in and the sensations fade. I realize the dream will end soon and I quickly try to scan back through the events, in order to remember the dream better. As I am doing this I wake up. I think to DEILD, but then realize I will forget this dream (In all, this LD lasted about 45 minutes!)

3rd fragment: I am trying to open a car door. The handle snaps off in my hand. I flip it around and put it back on backwards; the handle works fine even though it isn't installed properly. I realize this is odd and wake up.

4th fragment: I have a somewhat lengthy dream, but am under the impression that I am merely deep in thought. In the dream, I am teaching a class on lucid dreaming. My students and I are back in the previous LD environment, with one of my WL friends leading the pack, lol, explaining what she wants to see in a dream. I look out of a window and tease them by saying, "I think I see a rat catcher!" We are walking through a beautiful wood-floor home, with many staircases and sunlit hallways. My high school crush passes again, and we meet eyes. She pats my stomach as she passes. I am suddenly aware that I am actually dreaming, and not merely deep in thought imagining myself to be dreaming, but I run out of REM time and wake up.

4 fragments: 2
3 dreams: 3
1 LD: 5

WBTB (sako!): 2
WILD (unsuccessful): 1

Basic
RC/stabilize: 1
Interact with dream character: 2
flying: 4
basic summoning: 4
Gain invulnerability: 4
Hand through object: 4
Use electronic device: 4

Advanced
Phase through object: 8

Three-step task
Summon phone, hand through object, walk through wall: 30

I am getting 73 total points. Let me know if this is not correct!

7/1/2014

In bed: 11:08 PM - 7:40 AM

2. II. 7:25 AM
I am in a video game or what seems like one. I have different guns including a sniper. I have to stay stealthy. I am up on top of some buildings which is over this green field below. There are a bunch of RPG animal enemies down there that will attack me if they see me. I prepare to attack them, but before I can, somehow they know I am up there and launch attacks that kill me forcing me to restart. This same thing happens which really confuses me since I don't know how they could possibly see me from that height.
Moving into new dorm, male resident adult reminds me of Mr. MB, but he’s not him, and I gotta remember that. Seeing him as I walk to class in an area that looks like main generic building at my high school.
Class or group thing that I go over to. GW and others in it. The teacher I’ve had before when I was younger (reminds me of Mrs. S). Talking to GW a lot before. Makes the teacher get all teary and such for some reason and she has to leave the room for a moment right before I’m about to talk to introduce myself to the class.
Our bikes moved by an ra the first day because of where we parked or something or just as a drill of some sort. Having to go over to some other room to retrieve.
Talking to CT after the assembly and walking out, somehow forgetting to bring up the world cup match with him.
Going to some resort-ish area that students like to go to. Returning there, TK driving us. He driving very wild and crazy on way to resort place. Flying into air from jumps and going fast.
Going to event after assembly hosted by an organization. I going to bathroom first, funny girl in there. Tons of ppl here after I come out. Learning that I inspired others to go to this organization through a story somewhere. Ppl from the organization talking more generally here at the event to help everyone since they weren’t expecting these numbers.

1. I. 3:40 AM
Reuniting and working with old teacher of mine from elementary. Same summer camp or something at the school. Computer lab used by camp a lot, so I in here very often.
Conversations with GW and others. Big room we all getting for just talking amongst each other. A friend telling me about some students that were punished for something academic but they doing a lottery to decide who to punish and just fined a few. Point when it shows a view of the house they live in on a street on campus.

Key:
{Curly brace & blue} .... Relevent waking life details before entry, if appropriate

Black .... Dream body/narative text

(Standard braces & dark green, bold) .... Dream notes, lucidity, time. method etc

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{This one is from last night.... 02 June 2012... Have posted an earlier fragment from same night}

(Lucid.... ??WILD with FA?? or WILD fail ---> DILD
Failed a WILD... I got to HI, visualised a scene of being at a fireworks display to have somewhere to goto
(Lots of the colour Orange and Yellow in the bonfire I imagined!!!)
but couldn't transition to full dream scene, gave up & went to sleep, ended up in DILD)

I’m in a mobile phone store (Orange), sat on a tall 'trendy stool' at a tall fake wood effect table.
The assistant (female, shoulder length natural blond) sat opposite me is pointing to important clause(s)
on the contract paperwork in front of me, and verbally stressing a few points
I'm not really reading the paperwork, instead I'm looking at the assistant, nodding my head, acknowledging what I'm being told... (shes pretty!! BTW)
I'm told the usual stuff about my talk plan.. Which I say I'm happy with, then ...
I'm told something about "blah blah blah section 921 of your agreement covers the Orange LUCIDITY subscription you've added, and how to access these services"
I said something like... "Yeah Yeah, I'm all OK with that... I think I know how it works, and what I'm doing..."
I laugh out load and say... "For all I know I could be dreaming right now"

I look down, and sign the paperwork... Then I try to REALLY read bits of it, but the words keep on 'evolving' and make no sense!! <LUCID>
(The feel of the stool I'm sat on, the table and the paper under my hands, and the warmth from the stores' pin-spot lights above me are my 'grounding points')
I look up again. The assistant doesn't acknowledge my 'I could be dreaming' comment, but instead tells me about
"ringing 921 from your handset for customer services"..
The assistant then gives me a copy of the paperwork and wishes me well in a "bye for now.. good luck" kind of way

I leave the store, and walk along the street a while. I walk along a normal street, then a tree lined avenue.
I find a bus stop, with four men and two women who are waiting at it...
... I decide it would be good to question them about dreams, and if they know they are in a dream...
... I talk to them for a while.. The different people have different 'individual' reactions...

A couple of them seemed hostile & annoyed that I suggested that "you are a figment of my imagination in a dream. You dont really exist"
... One tried changing the subject to his tropical fish?!?, the other hissed something about "Dealing with crazy people"
One of them blankly ignored me..
One of them thought it was funny, and laughed at it (but still evaded answering)
One of them acknowledged she was in a dream, but seemed more concerned what will happen to her when I wake..
One of them acknowledged he was in a dream, and he found it interesting... We engaged in a little conversation over it

I'm too busy chatting (& winding up) the DC's ... Soon it just goes fogs out to black

So, its very hard to remember what the dream started with, because it was in no logical order. I suppose it started here, however:
I was in a very old, haunted house-looking mansion, and I had a feeling I was on some kind of tour. I was vaguely aware of people around me, and I had my brand new laptop clutched to my chest. i looked down at it and the login screen of World of Warcraft: Cataclysm was on there, waiting for me to put in my username and password. ( I had recently lost my authenticator for the game) I held it tighter , the screen pressed to my abdomen, and broke away form my group and walked through a different door. The scene changed.
I was in my current school, walking on the breezeways with some friends. I didnt see their faces or know exactly who they were, but they were very old, old friends. I remember something about water, maybe we were throwing water balloons, idk. Then one of my current friends was there, acting stupid, so i decided to videotape her with my convienient camcorder that I suddenly was holding. Then I ended up watching past tapes of her that were already there, and she was playing with my old friends from a different school. This concerned me because they were never my friends at the same time, and lived far away from each other. They were playiong a weird hide-and-seek type game, and there were plastic, floor length flaps hanging from the cieling. gthey were black and opaque. I went along, videotaping the flaps and every once in a while one person would pop out and giggle and I would continue recording it. Suddenly, i was in the scene. I joined their game too, and I looked at my surroundings. I was on a balcony, in a very large room. The size of a football field and at least 30 yards high. The floor was lava, but somehow I knew it just looked like lava and it was really a floor. It reminded me of Lazer Tag, and the World of Warcraft logo was embossed on the wall. My mom and some other adults were sitting in wooden chairs, talking. they told me to go play. i felt like I was very young. I looked down and realized the laptop was still there. I walked slowly along with my friends, lagging behind because of my confusion. I realized I was back in time, but I was still confused as to where I was and why these people all seemed to know each other. Then i stopped being confused and decided to enjoy it, and I went to play their little games. Then I looked down at the laptop again, and my entire field of vision was obscured by it. I was checking my email, but my world was two dimesions, it was a screen. I looked through my 3483483289473 new emails and saw they were from old friends, again. I didnt really recognize the names, but inexplicably, I knew that in my dream, i knew them.

I read through the emails and they werent just emails, it was a log of my thoughts and conversations. All of my computer typings were there, too. instant messages, the whole deal. I clicked on some and read about me and my old friend talking about playing a game, and upon clicking a new one, it was a conversation with a different person. I began to feel an aching pain for my old life, my innocent life.
Suddenly my world was normal again, at least, it was 3D. I was in some fields. I seemed to be driving a tractor. The field I was on the edge of was plowed, but it was just dirt inside of it. I drove through a clearing in the trees to see a house, but I was aware that the ground behind me was bursting into flames! i had an instinct, or maybe it was a whim, but I backed over it and it was extinguished. i was now terrified of the machine and got out of it and walked towards the empty field.

Then I bent down to scrutinize the rows. my laptop was gone. Spontaneously some rows would catch on fire, and i would concentrate and they would be extinguished. Then I realized that every row was exactly the same as the emails, except this time it was just instant messages with one specific person. (This guy used to be my best ever friend, I had crushes on him, but he didnt like me back so then i decided to just continue being best friends. i had at one point become really dependent on him, but then he changed, went through puberty or something like that. he was serious and lame and cruel, and it gradually got worse. now I often wish I had the old him back) I was wide eyed, and I saw that this was a complete archive of all of the conversations between us. I came to a section that was part of the "good times". It was 1AM- summat and we were playing Warcraft together. ( we had done this often) The message i was reading was from him. He was saying all this nerdy info about how to do a dungeon to me, but then he said "you know, lets not fill up our time with this junk. lets just talk =)" I started to feel very nostalgic. Then the rows nearest me burst into flames again! I tried to extinguish them but I couldnt, and I felt myself returning to conciousness.

I woke up feeling extremely sad, and filled with wonder that those things were actually real, that those conversations really happened, and that my mind stored them. That i could actually go back in time in my dreams. Weird.