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Dream Induced Lucid Dream (DILD). This dream had castles in it, and was influenced by Dawneye11’s castle dreams. Last night I was having troubles entering my dreams lucid, so I gave up after about 3 hours of effort, and I decided to just let my consciousness become unconscious and see what happens.

In this dream, I was at a cremation standing outside watching the ashes come out of the smoke stack. The wind kept changing directions, so these gray fluffy ashes kept falling on us, and my family and I had to keep moving to avoid being covered in ash. We ran way out into a field, but the ash kept falling on us, and I knew then this must be dream. Like I mentioned in the intro, I was having an off night, and my lucid dreams kept fading on me as soon as I entered the dream. Must have been that shot of JD I had last night. My lucid dream quest has been to blend in, be inconspicuous, and interact with the dream figures. I had no choice here, but to fly, in order to maintain my lucidity. So I did the classic superman jump, and off I went.

I jumped right off a cliff that dropped down several hundred feet, and began flying over an azure ocean. Off in the distance I saw a castle on an island, and as I drew near, there was with a woman in a red dress, standing outside the castle on a stone landing, watching me fly by. I thought about stopping to chat with her, but I was concerned about the dream fading, so I continued on. I came upon an ocean size waterfall, where the ocean dropped another 100 feet in elevation. When I crested the massive water fall, the lucid dream then became ultra-real and vivid. I started to think about Dawneye11's castle dreams, and thought it would be cool to have castles everywhere, and then suddenly castles of all sorts of architecture, color, and size started to appear along the shoreline and on islands, dozens of them! It was like something out of a story book! It was very beautiful. Next thing I knew I crashed into the ocean, because I was too busy looking at all these castles, so I continued flying underwater past all these see creatures, fish, and coral, until I was stopped by the shoreline. I stood up and walked out of the ocean, only to find lizards everywhere, lying on the rocky shoreline. I really don’t like lizards at all.

In an effort to prevent this lucid dream from going nightmarish, I picked up a little lizard and started to rub its back. It felt just like the real thing, right down to its claws gripping into the skin of my hand and forearm. I was expecting this lizard to turn into a beautiful woman, but it didn’t. Whilst holding the lizard, I raised my head up to see the King Lizard sitting there watching us. Again, exactly what I didn’t want or expect. I put the little lizard down, and carefully walked around the scattered little lizards and came face to face the Lizard King, who was sitting upright, on his stone throne. He then rose, moved towards me, and we became nose to nose. I kept my cool. I asked him his name, and he said told me, but I couldn’t hear him very well because it sounded distorted. I asked him again, and he said, “Frank”. I told him my name, and I asked how he’s doing? He didn’t reply, so I asked him again, and he still didn’t reply.

Suddenly my daughter appears to the right of me, and I put my arm around her waist. Then my son appears to the left of the Lizard King. Another large Servant lizard walks up and stands beside my son. The Lizard King then said to me, “These kids seem familiar to you?” I didn’t want to let on that these were my kids, so started up some light conversation, but accidently said my son’s name. The Servant lizard then shot its long lizard tongue right out and into my son’s mouth. Frank the Lizard King, did nothing to discipline the Servant. My first thought was, “It’s time for lizard soup!”, but I calmed myself down and simply grabbed the Servant, and held in my arms, belly up, and immobilized. I was racing to think, how the heck do I get out of this situation without using any sort of violence? I looked at my daughter, and then I woke up because of my emotions got the better part of me. I should have used the ‘Freeze Command’, to give me more time to reason this through. These dream figures are certainly teaching me how to deal with conflict. 99 % of my dream figures are marvellous, but there’s always thorn in the bush, just like the waking world.

This guy's telling me about his cremation plans, saying that in a distant future, they're going to be able to revive people using their ashes - or rather, something about the carbon - on a specific distant planet or star or location in space he refers to as "G" followed by a short series of maybe three numbers. Seeing that place, I'm looking at vast stairs in the air, green, made of some vaguely moss-like material. Examining it, I see that it's made up of small, incredibly thin squares stacked on top of each other. The guy talking about cremation is still talking - he's saying these can be stacked so as to seem thick or thin, and they're used here in the perfect ratio to create a true geometric stairway to heaven. ("Heaven" used here to indicate something like perfection rather than afterlife.)

I'm on a green, grassy hill with two friends and a large crowd of other people waiting for some event, standing near our car. To the right, there's a great view of mountains below us, very green. I'm looking down at a town of mostly red buildings and can make out the steeple of a church; I'm aware this is somewhere in South America. There are a few other people around here enjoying the view, but among them, there's a man beating a young boy, presumably his kid. I jump in and stop him, and as we're fighting I demand what he thinks he's doing. His wife's standing here now, among other people watching, and as an answer, the man produces some letter he'd written. It talks about not being human. The wife sympathizes with him, but I'm outraged by this response, and since I'm not human either, I take personal exception to him using that to justify his behavior. We start fighting again.

Scene transitions during the fight, focusing on the blood on my wings which had come out during the fight. Now I'm in a motel room with a girl who's helping fix the feathers. A guy, a friend, comes in then and says "You two are (something about the fight and something we're looking for). I found the (thing we were looking for)." He holds up something that looks like a map, and I get up to go look at it. The girl with me is seriously upset with this guy, related to the fight, or more specifically the way I was fighting and the way he encourages me. She tells him that the guy I'd been fighting had swallowed my heart, and she'd watched me take it back from his throat with talons - she demands of the guy with the map, "That's better?!" As she says this, I remember how it had felt, though it hadn't been part of the dream before.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Setting's a sort of fantasy version of Korea, 16th century-ish. This guy has been working for an organization that's just had some great victory, completely defeated this opponent that they've been working against for a long time. Now he's just returned to their base and is alone with their leader, a tall foreign woman with this elaborately painted face like a mask and gold ornaments in her hair. But as she's congratulating him on this great success, he becomes suspicious - something's off about her. She sees this suspicion, and attacks him.

In actuality, this isn't his leader at all. 'She' is revealed to be the man who he thought they'd just killed, using an illusion (in addition to the physical costume and makeup - the illusion itself has been dropped now, the rest remains) to impersonate the leader. The enemy complains that he went to the trouble of portraying his own defeat just so the POV character would finally let his guard down, and it still didn't work! How frustrating! It goes unsaid, but they're both aware that since the POV character isn't human, he's impossible to kill unless he lets his guard down.

Two other people burst in there, an old man and a young servant, who tell their 'leader' that the POV character - who has now disappeared from the room, and I've switched to 3rd person - has knocked out two of the guards and used some kind of gas to put everyone else to sleep. One of them says that he had just been starting to like/trust that guy. The enemy in his disguise as the leader keeps one hand raised over his mouth to prevent them from noticing his identity. They move out of the room.

In the hallway, I see the shadow of a hand with long claws reaching down from the ceiling, just above the 'leader'/enemy's head; then it retreats. It's the former POV character on the ceiling. He generally tries to behave like a human being, and killing the enemy in that way would go against that effort, tempting as it is. So he loses the claws, drops down into the now-empty hall and looks around.