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My parents decide to move because our current house is too large and they can no longer afford it. We are in the car on our way to the new house and my mom is going on and on about how they have now found their dream house and I listen eagerly. When we pull up to the new house I realize that it is our old old house. The one we moved out of when I was 12. Are they joking? They couldn't seriously want to move back here, could they? I watch them start unloading things from the car. The moving truck is parked outside. Oh my god, they are serious. I start shouting frantically, about how little and ugly this house is and that I do not want to go back and live in my old tiny bedroom. I am utterly in shock that we are actually moving back here. We're moving backward through life. I want to cry.

I follow them inside the house and everything is just as I remember it. It's as though I never left. I wander through the house, feeling utterly depressed. Then I realize...wait...this can't be right. There is no way we could be moving back here. This must be a dream! But, I don't become lucid.

Instead, I spend the next five minutes having a discussion with my mom in the tv room of the very same house about a dream I had where her and dad decided to move back to our old old house. I explain this horrible dream to her, in vivid detail, for several minutes. Suddenly I see a large green bug on the carpet where I was laying down. My mom was sitting in the gray lazy boy chair. The bug jumps on me, is it praying mantis? I freak out and fling it away. I continue on with explaining the dream to my mom. But...wait...wait...a minute...

"We're still here...in the old house..." I pause and think, "which means, that this is a dream. It is. It must be!"

Mom looks at me questioningly.

"Here, I'll prove it to you." I walk over to the window, pull up the shade and open up the window. I climb onto the window ledge. Wow...deja vu. I think to myself that I have definitely jumped out of this window in a lucid dream before. But how could that be? I didn't start lucid dreaming until I was 18...right? Maybe I was just remembering a lucid dream I had years ago in which I had dreamed that I was lucid in my old old house. Yes, that makes much more sense. I jump out of the window, but it is nighttime and I have trouble flying. I make it to the ground safely. My mom jumps out of the window after me. She just falls and lands hard on the ground.

"You were supposed to fly," I tell her. We are both obviously disappointed and I can see that she is still not convinced it is a dream. "Here, try this," and I show her how to do the nose plug RC. She holds her nose closed and takes a deep breath. "Can you breathe?" I ask her. "Yes" she says, and I am finally satisfied in proving to her that this is a dream. "Look," I say, and direct her attention to a gorgeous city skyline at sunset that I had just created. She is astonished. "Let's go to the city!" I exclaim, and beginning running to get my speed up to fly. "Just fly. Watch me, watch how I do it..." I see her running behind me and the dream quickly fades.

I wake briefly and remain motionless. DEILD.



I reenter a lucid dream and find myself in a crowded mall with RP (though I kept calling him Cedric in this dream, Edward in the dream from a few days ago...btw why do I keep dreaming about him? I'm not a Twilight fangirl). We were running through the mall because we were being chased by a bunch of men. They were trying to take him away from me. We were clinging onto each other and these men kept grabbing him and I would pull him out of their clutches. At one point I lifted him into the air and was holding him high like a balloon so that the guys chasing me couldn't take him away. It was slightly ridiculous. I don't know why we were being chased, or why I couldn't fly, or make the men go away. It was frustrating to have so little control and I was truly battling with my subconscious. They were like secret service.

Eventually I made it out of the mall with Cedric. We stop to catch our breath outside, but I know that the men are close behind, so I encourage him to keep running. We run for several more minutes until I feel that we are safe. We find an empty house and head to the bedroom where we have sex for the first time, as if we're both virgins. Well, in the dream, we were. Except it was incredibly wonderful instead of awkward and unsatisfying. But the dream fades.

Wait. DEILD.

I'm back in bed with Cedric. The dream is there one second and gone the next. I cannot stop it from fading. I try again and fail.

Shit...I think to myself. My REM is spent. This REM period is over. I can always tell when this happens. Then I remind myself that I've read that people also dream in NREM, so I don't give up completely, and I try to continue the dream into NREM. I was successful for a while, but the dream quality was so incredibly poor and faded out. It just was not immersive or realistic and I realized that it wasn't worth the effort of fighting to stay conscious, so I let go.

Non-lucid Dream.

I'm in my grade school cafeteria and it is the end of the year banquet. The people there are all from high school though, not grade school. I look around in amazement and wonder what the hell all these people are doing here. These are people that are in college now, or out of college and have families. Why the hell are they sitting through this boring school banquet!? I interrupt the principal and ask why we need to be here, amongst a few other things.

"Well," she begins, "first of all I don't know why I am having to answer a two part question..."

"Would you like me to rephrase the question?" I ask derisively. I look around. People are giving me evil looks, and no one looks amused. "What is wrong with you people?" I shout, and then take my seat and sulk for a bit. Then I get up and walk to the back of the cafeteria to find out what sort of food they are cooking. My mom is there, working as a lunch lady. But it's my mom from like 20 years ago when she was a lot heavier. Her boobs are enormous and she's wearing a sweatshirt that says Notre Dame on the back. It said something on the front too but I can't remember. What I do remember though is that all my friends for some reason like her more than they like me. I'm not happy with the entire situation and decide that I'm going to leave. The dream ends soon after.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of December 7-8

I'm in the kitchen of House #1, looking up somebody's phone number on my cell phone. It looks like a calculator, but it has a two-line display, and the number is stored in it. Then, my dad, P. and I have a conversation via text messages about camping. I see the text messages on the screen of this calculator-phone thing. My dad says, “Want to go camping?” I say, “I love camping! Do we have to go in winter, though?” My dad says he doesn't expect us to go in winter. [There was a text message from P. in there somewhere, but I don't remember what it said.]

Then, my dad comes into the room, and he and I argue about how to retrieve the phone numbers of past incoming callers from the house phone. [My dad and I had figured this out together in real life the evening before I had this dream, but the phone in the dream had a much bigger, much more complicated two-panel display than our real house phone has.]

Night of December 8-9

There's an area where some sort of armed conflict has been taking place. There is an organization of people called “Help the Hungry” who are providing food to the survivors by parachuting in with it and by air-dropping it.

I'm in the bombed-out, roofless, empty remains of a small, single-story house that had only one or a few rooms. There is a rectangular box in the middle of the floor of the largest room. All the sides of the box are on fire, but there is a single hard-boiled egg in the center of the box, and it's not burning. I know that it was air-dropped there by Help the Hungry. Oh, a dream, I realize. I decide to go out of the house and explore. I turn around, toward another section of the house, a rectangular section where the wall at one of the narrow ends has been blown up. There's too much rubble between me and the opening for me to walk through conveniently, so I fly over it.

Once I get outside, I discover that the house is in the middle of a wide-open, flat, grassy field, lined with trees around the edges. [Now that I think of it, it resembles the one at the park closest to House #1, only the one in the dream is bigger, has more trees, and has no roads or other buildings in sight.] There is only one other person there, standing right near me as I'm flying just a few feet above the ground. He says something to me [that I don't remember now]. His tone doesn't sound hostile, but I know that he's part of the group responsible for bombing the house, so I want to get away from him quickly. I start flying straight up to escape. He makes a grab for my legs to catch me, but misses. I continue ascending, and the dream starts to fade. Gray blotches appear and spread, blotting out the sky around me.

When I found myself back in bed, I thought, No, I'm not done yet, with resolve. I didn't want this dream to be over already. I remained perfectly still and concentrated on visualizing the dream I'd just been having. I remember thinking, Please... please... please...

...and then I'm back in the sky above that same grassy field, falling toward it just as fast as I had been flying away from it. I do a faceplant into the grass, but feel no sensation at all, neither impact nor deceleration nor pain. I'm now lying on my stomach in the grass. Three or four people about my own age are crouched down in front of me, watching me as I push myself up. I try to speak, but for some reason, although my mind is sending the right commands, my mouth won't work. Instead, I smile and wave at the young woman on the right, who smiles and waves back. As I'm getting up, I keep trying to speak, and after a few seconds, I succeed in getting my mouth to work. I say something like, “Hi, I'm (Emiko). Hide me from anyone other than the Help the Hungry people, will you? I don't think they like me very much.” By “they” I mean the group responsible for bombing the house, and the reason I don't think they like me very much is that I ran (well, flew) away from them. The others seem to accept me, and we all walk away across the field as a group. [That's the last I remember.]

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Side notes:

I was getting to be kind of annoyed that I'd had dreams featuring House #1, one of my dream signs, for two nights in a row without going lucid. Last night, I started to do more serious RCs again, and changed up my before-bed affirmations, making them more along the lines of, “When I'm in an unfamiliar place, especially House #1, I realize that I'm dreaming.” It seems to have worked.

Also, this is the second time that a dream has started to fade right when I've been flying upward. I think it's because both times, I was concentrating exclusively on the act of flying, not paying any attention at all to the environment around me. Lesson learned: In the future, look around more when flying. (Yay for DEILDs, though! I'm so glad I know that trick and can pull it off successfully. )

Yay! The RC's and totem and all that are working! Unfortunately, I had to get up early this morning, so I didn't get to write down all the dreams I had originally recalled, and it's late in the day now, so I only have tiny fragments left, but you can be sure I wrote down the most important one in full!

When the dream began, I was at home, in my living room. The realism of the dream was high, so I didn't notice anything strange and never went lucid from observation. However, I did do a reality check out of habit, and the moment I pinched my nose and still felt the air go through, I came into the full realization that I was dreaming. I don't think I've ever been so incredibly aware before! For the first time in a lucid dream, I truly felt unlimited. Speed was not a factor; I could just as easily run around the world as I could across my backyard. My reactions were unbeatable...I could have won in a fight against Neo. Physics were also not a problem. I could bend or break the rules my mind would typically apply to the world without side effects.

Now, in the past, I've struggled to use telekinesis on more than one object at a time. It just required focusing on too many things for it to work. But this time I felt confident I could do literally anything, so I stepped into the middle of the room, clenched my fists, and then imagined every object in the room lifting off the ground the more I drew my fists in closer towards me. As I looked around, I had succeeded. Regardless of weight or size, everything was lifted up. The 54-inch TV, couches, the dining table, chairs...even the oven! And it was no more work to suspend it all in the air than it was to breath. I could have held it there forever or cast it all out the window with a thought, or who knows what. Instead I just set it down gently, satisfied that I was truly unlimited, and it. Felt. Great.

Sadly, though, I had breathed in through my nose for the RC just a bit too hard, and the dream began to collapse, then. Everything started to fade, and so I tried desperately to rub my hands and spin, but nothing I did could stop me from waking up.

I tried to DEILD, then. I rolled over, silenced every thought that attempted to come into my mind, and passed out again.

I found myself back in the previous dream, getting up off the living room floor, as if I had simply gone unconscious and now was waking back up...even though the exact opposite had truly happened. For a moment I had a grasp on the fact that I was dreaming, but very quickly this knowledge fled from me, and I walked off, thinking what an amazing lucid dream I'd just had...and then I woke up again, this time unable to go back to sleep so quickly.

It may have been short, but it shows promise. I'm headed in the right direction again, and that was just after a few days of putting real effort into lucid dreaming again. Who knows where I'll be able to go after a few more days? If I can manage to be that unlimited in all my lucid dreams...heck, I could perform Inception for real

Lucidity: 7/10
Vividness: 7/10
Length: ~8 Min.

So I woke up and successfully did a DEILD. I appeared on another ledge. I immediately jumped off and tried to do a front flip but failed. I landed on a smaller ledge this time. And this time when I jumped off I wanted it to continue forever. But it didn't. So I was in an alleyway and walked out of it. I talked to some stupid dream characters and saw Allissa Makendric. She was very hot. I love her ass. So I decided to try to fuck her. I quickly got to work. But then I had a false awakening. See "Lucid Dream #23" for part 3.

Lucidity: 8/10
Vividness: 6/10
Length: ~6 Min.

I was in a school playing with some kids. I realized that I was dreaming and started messing around with Earthbending. Then some people put some metal BB sized balls on my stuff. I wen't through the metal detector with my stuff and didn't get caught. Then the dream changed.

I was in a courtyard. Setting up targets. They were small and on the ground. I used my Earthbending powers to pick the rock up and shoot it at the target. It was right in front of me. I made a little sound effect too. So Maddie wanted to try it too. So I just started walking around. I walked a little distance from the target I shot at and I looked up. I saw a flash of light and a tiny meteor was flying at me. I dodged it. It was glowing hot. So I walked over to this ledge and found a giant bridge. I once again used my Earthbending powers to move it. I think I got this thing down. So I picked the whole thing up, broke it, and tried to extend it but failed. So I decided to jump off the ledge. I landed on a board. It broke so I grabbed on a ledge. Then I woke up. But I was able to DEILD. See "Lucid Dream #22" for part 2.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

[I apologize in advance for how much of the page this entry takes up. It was my longest lucid dream to date, though, and I wanted to make the best record of it I could.]

I'm at my old high school, outside the entrance to my mom's old classroom. The open-air entrance on one side of the classroom and the semi-enclosed atrium on the other side are reversed from the sides they're on in real life. I'm listening to an old woman [Betty J.? Aunt Edie? I'm not sure] talk about life. I also remember reading some text about how in the old days, we just lived together with love and respect for one another as a matter of course, without any need for external forces like social programs to manipulate or engineer good feelings between people. [Yep. That sounds like my mind, all right.]

I'm playing PackRat. [Again. I am so sick of dreaming about PackRat, and I know perfectly well that the only way to stop dreaming about it is to stop playing it. That'll happen at the end of this year, I hope.] I discover that the reason an old collection cannot be completed is that they created all the cards, with artwork and everything, but never actually made them available to players.

I'm looking through a rack of envelopes of photo prints, organized by the subject of the photos.

I'm reading a novel on a shiny, black electronic reader. The last page of one chapter has a small illustration of a rolling, bouncing boulder on it [this illustration is from a particular PackRat card]. The electronic reader has small, rectangular “previous page” and “next page” buttons in the lower right corner. It also has readouts in the lower left corner of the screen that show remaining battery life and how many inches from your eyes the screen is. It says that a distance of at least 9 inches is recommended. I see my reflection in its surface and am surprised to discover that I'm wearing glasses. [I don't wear them in real life, but I might have to, someday.]

I go to say good night to my dad. He shows me that he's discovered a way to screw this cylindrical part onto his guitar so that it still has its protective plastic cover.

WBTB at 3:58 A.M. I stayed up for 10-15 minutes, taking notes on the dreams I recalled so far. Then I listened to the second half of my binaural beats file and continued doing affirmations, this time including remembering to stabilize my dream as one of them. I then spent about 45 minutes being kept awake by my coughing and sneezing, but eventually, I managed to get back to sleep. I think I even experienced sleep paralysis for the first time ever; I remember a moment when it felt like my body was vibrating or shaking really fast.

When I find myself in House #1, I immediately know I'm dreaming. [Since I was lucid from the very beginning and can remember a little bit of the sleep paralysis, I think I may have just performed a successful WILD, even though I didn't originally intend to.] This time, I succeed in remembering to stop and take in the scene before doing anything else, in order to stabilize the dream. Once again, I gaze around in awe of the fact that my mind can create such a detailed and realistic environment. Everything looks real, even though I know it's not. I walk around the house a bit, and when I get to the sinks in the bathroom and kitchen, I look at the faucets and quietly expect them to turn on, and they do, without my touching them. [I think that's pretty cool.]

I go out into the study, which looks pretty much just as it did in reality, except that the space inside it is entirely filled with spiderwebs. I turn back and go back into the house, with spiderwebs sticking all over me. When I come back in, I accidentally let a spider into the house, too. It has a big, nearly spherical body with stripes in two different shades of gray. I squash it while it's walking along the wall in the master bedroom. Then I discover another, even bigger, red spider/crab thing on the carpet, and squash that one, too, saying something about how sorry I am for making a stain on the carpet. [The carpet I squashed the spider into was light brown and semi-shaggy. House #1 never had carpet like that; that's the kind of carpet we have in House #3. I didn't notice this until after I woke up, at which point I found it highly amusing that the details of the carpet had been off in one of my dreams and I hadn't noticed. ]

My mom is there in the house. [I don't really remember the specifics of this part, but] I lie down on the bed in the master bedroom and get under the covers so that my parents won't see that I'm quivering and shaking in the throes of SP. [I don't even know.]

I decide I want to leave the house and go explore other parts of this dream world, but I feel obliged to take leave of my parents first and tell them where I'm going, but I want to keep it a secret from them that I'm dreaming. I say to myself, “If I told them I was going to school, would they believe me? Given the setting, they might.” As I say this, what I have in mind is that I'm going to pretend to be setting out on foot for my junior high school. [Funny; that was the only school I ever took the school bus to. I did walk from my house to the bus stop, though.]

I walk through the side yard toward the front gate. I find my parents in the corner of the yard, where the wall with said gate in it meets the wall of the neighbors' house, doing some kind of yard work. I say, “I'm going to school. Bye, Mom!”

“Bye, (Emiko)!” says my mom, and it sounds exactly the same as it always does when my real mom says it. [Obviously, an unaltered memory.] “Have a good day!”

“You, too!” I say, or something like it. I walk out through the front gate and down toward the street. The neighborhood seems more spacious and spread-out than it is in reality. Now that no one is looking, I begin flying, taking off from the middle of the street and traveling parallel to it and upward from it at an angle, like an airplane taking off.

As I fly higher into the air, the dream and my dream consciousness start to fade away. Now, having read the DEILD tutorial, I had some idea of what to do. I lay absolutely still in my bed and concentrated intently on the dream I had just been having, willing myself to start dreaming again. It worked. [First successful DEILD, too! I was really on a roll last night!]

I end up in a group of interconnected, upstairs rooms in a building somewhere. I seem to have flown there. The rooms are white, and there are chairs, upholstered stools, and bookshelves in them. From reading a plaque on a wall near a doorway, I learn that these rooms are reading rooms dedicated to a strange alternate take on Christianity, centered around an alternate set of gospels written by different people. [I didn't recognize it as any sect that exists in real life.] One of the rooms has an analog clock on the wall. It doesn't have numbers, just a circle and two hands, all made of the same rough, gray metal. Even though I already know I'm dreaming, I deliberately look at the clock, glance away, and then look at it again to see if the hands have jumped. The first time I try this, they seem to be in pretty much the same position they were in, so I try again. The second time, they've jumped to a totally different position. I am pleased with myself; again, I was expecting that to happen, so it did.

I leave these rooms and start walking down a flight of stairs. The dream starts to fade again, but again, I manage to stay in it through sheer willpower.

The stairs end in a wide hallway. There is a set of double doors to the right, leading into a room. Judging by the decorations and items outside these doors and inside the room, it looks like there's a wedding going on. Am I the bride? I wonder, but when I enter the large, rectangular room and see the retail-style displays of clothing and stuff, I think, Oh, good. Just a fair, then. I see a real-life friend [I forget who] to my right, who says to me, “Cute dress, (Emiko)!”

“Thank you!” I answer, even though I think this is an odd thing to say, because all I'm wearing is a damp, clammy black blanket wrapped around me. It feels like it's made of swimsuit material. I continue further into the room, turning to my left and walking that way. I look down and to the left, between two racks of clothing, and see another real-life friend, Eleanor B. She's wearing a royal-blue bridesmaid dress [the one she was wearing the last time I saw her in real life, which was at the wedding of some mutual friends]. I call her name twice to get her attention. She looks up, sees me, and stands up to talk to me. I come over and talk to her. When I take a closer look at the clothes hanging on the rack we're standing next to, I say something like, “And are these the new Christmas sweatshirts from Target? Cute! I want!” The sweatshirts are white and have patterns on them of snowflakes made up of narrow lines, either in shades of pink or shades of teal. They also have hems and seams in those colors. I take one pink one and one teal one off the rack and carry them with me. They feel soft.

I leave that room and find myself outside. In the distance, I can see big mountains with snow on top of them. I continue exploring and somehow [I don't remember the exact route I took] make it into an old Japanese temple (or residence, or something). It has a very old, very traditional room with tatami mats on the floor. I pry off each of my sneakers in turn, using the toe of the other foot (suddenly, I'm wearing sneakers, I think). [Yes, I actually thought that while in the dream. Now that I think of it, I think I was suddenly wearing regular clothes, too.] Leaving my sneakers (the exact same ones I have in real life, I note) out in the passageways, I enter the room with the tatami mats and walk around in it. I can feel the mats and my socks under my feet. I say aloud to myself, “Wait – we're allowed to walk around in here? Oh – of course we are; that's what I was expecting.” Yet again, something is so because I expected it to be so. [In all my real-life experience visiting historical tourist sites in Japan, we were never allowed to actually enter the rooms with the tatami; we were only allowed to look into them from the outside. I always wanted to walk around inside them, though, so now, in a dream, I got my wish. Cool.]

Outside of this room are some passageways that are all painted a dusty shade of teal, and have wooden signs hanging in them. I walk around in here for a few minutes. One of the signs says “Telephone,” and indeed, there is a pay telephone on the wall in a wooden box. It looks like an old tourist facility.

One of the doorways within these passageways leads into a spacious, modern restaurant that I recognize as the one inside the onsen [hot spring] that I visited while I was living in Japan. There are a few people sitting at tables here and there. I walk through the restaurant, looking for one of my real-life friends [I don't remember which one now]. I don't find her there, so I decide to head for the restaurant's exit and go somewhere else.

The way to the exit is through a long passageway with a wall on the right side and an upholstered bench on the left side where guests can sit and wait for tables, which separates the passageway from the rest of the restaurant. There are two people sitting on the bench. As I approach the door, I think, What shall I do next? Task of the Month – cell phone – oh, yeah! For a split second I think of getting out my cell phone to text somebody, but then I remember the new Task of the Month for November. I turn to one of the two DCs sitting on the bench, the one sitting nearest the door, who happens to be a black, pregnant woman. “Hey, can I tell you what I'm thankful for?” I say to her.

“Okay.” She straightens, sitting forward on the edge of the bench, listening to me.

“I'm thankful for my family, and [something else I can't remember now], and my computer, and for being able to come here!” I say. [Meaning, to the dream world.] Unfortunately, the dream starts to fade again just as I'm finishing my sentence.

FA in which, instead of being me, I'm Cobb. Mal is there when I wake up, the real one. [They're characters from Inception.] We talk about something, probably the dream I just had. [I don't remember now exactly what it was we talked about, but dude. That was a really weird FA.]

FA in which I count my fingers while they're spread out against the legs of my jeans. When I find I have a sixth finger on my left hand, my reaction is, “Oh, damn. Gosh-darn it!” Apparently, I really want to actually be awake. But I'm still feeling sleepy, so I lie down, sprawling over the sides of the white, wooden bench I'm sitting on.

When I woke up for real, I just lay there for several minutes because my body still felt heavy. I recalled my dream and was pretty impressed.

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Side notes:

That was the longest lucid dream I've ever had. I'm also very impressed and pleased with the number of times I succeeded in controlling what happened just by expecting something to happen. I really got the hang of that skill last night. Finally, I'm amazed that I managed to stay lucid for that long, and to force myself to keep dreaming so many times when the dream threatened to end. Wow!

Kinda did a DEILD this morning, but my lucidity was... Iffy at best.

Had something t'do with a grocery store.

But, I have a whole cornucopia of goals for November, which I am calling the 'Senses suite'.

Novembers goals
Sight
-Look upon something truly unexplainable.
-See my subconscious's undiluted form.
Sound
-Remember an entire conversation in a dream. (That's longer than a few words.)
-Listen to a song.
Smell
-Smell a flower in a dream.
-Smell something that shouldn't have a scent.
Touch
-Pet my cat in a dream.
-Give someone a hug.
Taste
-Eat something.
-Drink something.

Pretty general, but when I manage to fill out the list, I might try a few more goals.

Pretty sure I was in the preliminary of another DEILD. All I remember was doing the nose breathe reality check in the void. I took a couple good deep breaths with my nose plugged and attempted to escape the void. But alas, it was not to be.

This one was so short I'm not going to include it in my tally, but I'll mark it here none-the-less.

I'm beginning to think either I have a knack for pulling off DEILDs post LD, or I'm good at doing it within' my dreams. Either way, I'm not complaining, any way to lengthen an LD is okay with me.

Anywho, rather strange how easily I can believe that I am NOT dreaming sometimes when I do RC's in dreams. I suspect my subconscious or an unusually successful MILD came into play getting me lucid this morning, as the dream character next to me mentioned twice that I was dreaming. Actually, this lucid was the first time that the nose plug test worked as it should have in real life, at least at first, though in total, it took me 4 RCs (1 working nose, 2 failing nose, and one finger count.) to get me all lucid.

The dream itself was fairly unremarkable as far as lucids go, as I exhibited VERY little control over it. I tried many a time to change the dream scape to one of my choosing, and no amount of whirling seemed to change anything. It did, however, calm me down a bit.

At the time, however, my outside environment was... Less than tranquil. TV going, lawnmower outside blaring away, it's a surprise none of these elements bled into my dream.

Oh, of all the things I tried to do in my most recent lucid, I totally forgot to summon my sub again! Blargh! I could kick myself for forgetting that.

The only remarkable thing I tried was willing a doorway to rise from the ground. Sadly did not work. I did exhibit anchoring finally within' my dream, and really got to feel the tactile realism within' the dream for the first time I can recall. (Well, at least more prominent this time than others.)

Like I said, the dreams themselves were quite mundane. First was simply at my house, furniture was re-arranged, my sister and a good friend of mine was there, my dog makes his second appearance since I've started my dream journal. It didn't last long before I slipped into almost awakedness. This was when I DEILD back in, again, failing to get the dreamscape I envisioned.

Second was some manner of forest, I spent a good amount of time trying to get someplace else (Some place more familiar in which to experiment.) but several whirl attempts and the aforementioned door summoning all proved useless. I eventually gave up and just explored a bit. At one point I was slipping into the void (A black spot in the center of my vision.), but managed to stave it off with hands stare and a spin. (Done correctly for a change.)

After that, a bear attacked me and bit my thumb. I basically hug it into docility and asked it what it represented. It responded with, and I kid you not, "Heck if I know, I'm just a bear!" in a very dopey voice.

Anyway, while mundane as far as my LDs go, it DOES mark the first one that has taken place outdoors for a decent amount of time. But a lot of missed opportunities. =( I guess I need to read up more on dream control.

Lucidity: 6/10
Vividness: 8/10
Length: 10 Min.

I was in class and I was writing something down. Then I got up and tried to push up on the corner of the desk making it tip over. Instead, another top part of a table came out. So I looked at it for a minute and thought "wow, that's weird. I wonder if I could do it again." So I did it again. Then a little chime that was on a violin came on. I started screwing with the desks while I was saying "this is a dream, you can do anything!" So I did that for a while, turned around and saw Alisha. I thought "let's try sex again." So I did. I got into a conversation with her. I imagined her naked (in a tight body) and tried not to look. I told her to sit on my lap. So she did. I could feel her vagina. So we talked for a couple more minutes and then she got up, walked about 5 feet away, and stood there. I asked her to come here but she wouldn't. So I said "never mind" while running in the opposite direction. I was in a small grassy field with a wall of vines next to it. I ran through while dogs ran past me. They quickly turned around and tried to get me. I was on a beach and saw a bunch of buildings. So I jumped in the air and flew. The camera showed the dogs all pissed off, hitting the water. So back to me and flying. I was flying trying to make the dream more stable by being more aware. I concentrated on everything. Making it more detailed. Through out the land it was mostly trees. The buildings that I saw were grey with a bunch of bushes on them. So I was in the center of this city still flying and almost fell. I said to my self "you gotta make it more interesting" and I flew faster. So fast that when I flew near the ground I almost hit it. But instead of hitting the ground, I went past all the 2D towers next to me. So I flew up and to the right, back to the city. I got the hang of flying then. I saw a bunch of ladders and a corner of the deserted building. There were little black-red things on it. So I landed next to one and squished it with my hand. Feeling powerful, I walked down this narrow walkway until I found this one part of the building that had like 6 or 7 batteries for the little black-red things and some how I destroyed them with my mind. Then I heard someone say "mission accomplished" and I slowly woke up. I obviously tried to DEILD but failed.

Shazam, out of the blue two goals, one a yearly, checked and in the bag!

Both having met my subconscious and held a conversation (Kinda) with it, that marks them off the goal list. I even got to try more interesting techniques.

Strangely, it all started out as a dream where I was on an island (Beaches are my go-to scenery for first dreaming when I'm MILDing, has t'do with the Drawing of the Three by Stephen King, and it's easy to visualize a plane of yellow next to a plane of blue.). Kind of video-gamish (A common theme in my dreams, I'm such a loser.), I was with my dad, looking at the craziness. I remember wondering what it would be like to open the console with an interface like this (I think I thought I was in virtual reality.).

Hilariously enough, I tried the nose breathe RC a few times just to see how it would work in this *Ahem* game. And was surprised when it failed each time, but I seriously had a derp moment as despite having done it at least 3 times, I still thought it was reality.

It wasn't until the appearance (And mosaic disappearance, like he was being censored on TV because he didn't sign a consent form.) of a recently deceased friend of mine that I think I started to get the idea that i was in a dream. Though that particular setting would change before I would get to be lucid in it.

I think I actually started to wake up at that point, and was in a semi-void for a bit. But I'm pretty sure I DEILDed back in. (This is actually a first for me, and I do it multiple times during this!). I'm no where near lucid at this point, I see my sister playing with two dogs upon a hill near a house in the snow (One I'm pretty sure is my dog, the other the dog of the aforementioned recently deceased.), the two dogs maul a guy (as they're both off their leashes.) and paramedics arrive. The dream changes focus and I'm walking past a fast food place with the doors open in wintertime.

Tactile sensations are pretty rare in my dreams at the moment, but I remember feeling the slight icy covering of snow on objects as I walked by. Eventually, I see my dad next to what looks like his car. He has me drive (the drivers seat is on the passenger side.) and the interior is very futuristic looking. I don't know my destination, so I use some kinda HUD navigation system, I dunno if it worked but I found myself at some kinda clinic. Police are standing off against some lady in a wheelchair (Possibly my sub!), I usher her inside, do a RC and approach the bar inside. The lady orders a drink, and the bartender asks me "Do you remember?", I reply with "Remember what?". Boom, I'm in the void, possibly even waking up again.

Not only did I DEILD (Possibly.), but I continued the dream from last time for the most part. Me and the lady have our drinks (I'm not drinking cause, well, I don't in real-life.). This part is hazy, but I know I end up in the void AGAIN.

I try a few things to escape the infinite blackness, spinning, sudden acceleration. But it wasn't until I felt what was in front of me that I found a way to escape. Whatever was in front of me felt like laminated cardboard, so I punched a hole, it took a bit for the dream to form, but I was looking at a cardboard wall with a hole in it. I stabilize and clarify by looking at the details of the hole, things clear up and I look through the hole. There were a bunch of people in... Cat suits? Dancing and whatnot in a circle, they all look at me so I just turn around and find myself in dimly lit hallways (Another common theme in my dreams.). I get it in my head that nearby is a door, behind which is my subconscious. I turn left and enter that door. Inside are a bunch of stuffed animals (A throw-back to my very first LD!) on chairs and hanging from the ceiling, and inside is a lady with poofy brown hair in some manner of white garb.

A little backstory here. When I was a kid, I had a few times where I dreamed of a person, about my age at the time. She was a little african-american girl I had never seen before, and I knew her name was Elvira. When I started taking an interest in lucid dreaming, I figured this may have very well been my subconscious. I only dreamed of this person about 3 times, but it popped back into my memory since starting a dream journal.

Lucid dream number... 2 or 3, I found a cat (Can't remember if I wrote about it here... I should start a reality journal.) who had a name tag of 'Elly'. Now, maybe it was just me looking for meaning in a completely random name, but I equated this as a clever-arse trick by my sub. I thought 'Elly' was short for 'Elvira'.

Anywho, back to the lady with brown hair. I asked if she was 'Elly', and she said yes. At this point I believed that this was my subconscious. She lead me into another hall, and i remember saying "It's nice to finally meet you.", we shake hands, but she's mostly looking to the left of me. I remember saying "I'd appreciate some help becoming lucid, and in particular appreciate this lucid dream.". She then lead me into a room, where this guy scared the utter bajesus outta me (Jump-scare.), my sub said something at this point, but I can't remember what. The guy gets another good scare on me before laughing and becoming all buddy buddy with me. At that point I woke up for good this time, as I noticed how dry my mouth was.

Actually, the avatar for my sub, I may have met in a previous dream I had that night. It may have been my sub all along during that too. I was in a hospital setting (Again, common theme in my dreams.) and some lady was following me around, she was acting all crazy like... I think she wanted to jump my bones or something... Anyway, I managed to peel her away from me somehow by signaling to the staff or something. But her resemblance to Elly, in retrospect, was pretty similar.

Oy, it's nice being able to write more than just a paragraph.

WILD followed by DEILD.....both were short...both sucked, and then I had got totally caught off by the next DEILD attempt. RC wasn't working, so I tried two dream control powers and they didn't work either.

This was the first time I tried out "The Inception Technique" found here: http://www.dreamviews.com/f12/incept...d-true-104652/

I am in the pool of my high school. I am wearing my speedo with a duster over it. I am balancing on some kind of floating mat. I see the rest of the team in the water already and I remember I'm late for practice so I head back into the locker room to get my goggles. The locker room is very crowded. I walk around opening the lockers because I forgot which one I stored my stuff in. When I find it, there is a cap gun inside which I fire off a few times, but after the first few shots it stops working. One of the other swimmers in the locker room asks me about it and I tell him it's broken. He takes it and tries to fire it.

At this point I realize that I would not be in the locker room of my high-school pool unless I was dreaming. Right as I realize this, I wake up because of the construction outside my window. I keep my eyes closed and try to visualize myself back in the locker room, I slip back into the dream and I am lucid.

I walk out of the locker room and then outside. I am on a grassy field with a dirt road running along the outside. In the middle of the field there is some kind of chain restaurant place. (It's a restaurant chain that only exists in the dream, apparently) Behind the restaurant is an apartment building. I try to fly up to the roof of the apartment building so I can see over the city. My plan is to fold it over itself like the scene from Inception. I get myself to float above the ground and then fly up to the roof of the restaurant. I wake up again, and this time the construction is too noisy and I can't fall back to sleep.

I woke up around 9.30 and decided that I would have an LD if I could just fall asleep again. Didn't do any MILD or VILD techniques really, and couldn't even remember any previous dreams from that night, but somehow I still felt certain that it would work. At some point I must've fallen asleep, can't remember having any other dreams before the first LD.

1. I'm in my room in my new house (or something similar), as usual just knowing that I'm dreaming. I do the nose pinch RC just to be sure, and get up. As it dawns on me that I'm having another LD, I have to concentrate not to get too excited and wake up. As I walk around the house, I keep rubbing my hands and doing RCs to stabilize. I then go outside. I'm not really outside my house, I'm in a street of an unknown city, with a park straight in front of me, and DCs walking around. I keep telling myself out loud that I'm dreaming, and that this is all my creation. I walk around for a little while, just looking at all the people. I walk over to the park and feel the grass. I can now feel my eyes getting shut and the dream fade away, but I do not panic. I feel that this may just be a false awakening, since I had something similar happen to me just a couple of nights ago.

2. I realise I'm awake, by the nose-pinch. Get up again. On the way out I do the finger-through-palm RC, which is now really disgusting cause the hand is covered in blood. I get out there, and I try to fly. I get up maybe 50 meters in the air, and have the most amazing view. It really is incredible, the whole world is in front of me, under a beautiful blue sky. I fall down again, and decide not to try that again any more. I try to run, but it's like my feet are dragging through syrup. Instead I walk over to the park, where there's a lot of students or hippies. I speak to them briefly, I then ask if there's a lift somewhere nearby, because I want to do task of the month. I think to myself if maybe it's too late, but realise it's the 28th. I think to myself, "there should be a lift around the corner, on the side of this rock. When I get there, there's a big door, but it doesn't lead in to a lift. I walk in to it anyway to see if there's any buttons, but there's none. I go out again and try to summon something, but wake up from the concentration. Or FA, that is.

3. Once again I'm in darkness first, and realize I'm not awake, just having an FA, or the end of a dream. I just wait for a while, then do the nose-pinch and open my eyes. I walk out in the corridoor, still not 100% sure that I'm dreaming. I don't wanna wake up my housemates by talking loud because I think I'm dreaming, so I do the finger-through-palm. Goes straight through of course, so I celebrate by smashing up my housemate's Xbox. I then go outside again.Still the same park. This time I'm thinking maybe dream sex, so I start looking for a good partner. Can't find anyone, and my eyes are forced shut again. Another FA.

4. This time I let the dream just manifest itself around me, as I remember from the DEILD guide. I'm now already outside. I see a man sitting on a bench with a small dog in his lap. I go over to him and play with his dog for a little while. I then say "did you know this is just a dream?". He looks at me with a strange look in his eyes, and silently shakes his head. "Yeah, I'm dreaming you see, and you are only a figment of my imagination. How does that make you feel?". He just looks at me with quite a sad look in his eyes, as if it saddens him that he's not really real. I don't really feel for him, as I know that he's not a person at all, just my subconscious trying to make me feel bad. I look at his very strange glasses and wonder about just stealing them, but I loose interest and walk to the park instead.
I can't remember excactly what happens here, but there's yet another FA, where I'm still in no doubt that I'm dreaming.

5. This time it's time for sex, even though that's a stupid decision and I know it. Before I go anywhere I start to realise that I may not remember all of my fantastic LD stuff though, so I try to summarise what I've done. I also do have a feeling that attempting dream sex might wake me up, but I'm fine with it. I then get out and look for a partner around town. I find her, not all that amazing, but good enough. Rest is not that great tbh, and I wake up for real in the middle. I don't mind really, it's time to just feel good about having had half an hour of LDs, and write it all down. Looking at the time, it seems like the total LD time must've been around 30 minutes, which is a new record

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I remember being in a darkly-lit toy store, arranged like the electronics section in a Toy's R Us store. There were tall, thin dark gray shelves with hooks, from which hung trading cards, backpacks, and other paraphernalia. I remember opening a pack of pokemon cards and reading the actual names of pokemon, but while the artwork on the cards were accurate, I've never seen that artwork before in real life. Unfortunately this is all I can remember.