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I have my small dog on his lead we come to a gate, the gate is enclosed by two large Pines on either side.
We have to really squeeze and climb through, it feels similar to what i think it may be like in an old fashioned car wash. I get a few pine needles in my mouth.
Struggling for new beginnings, cleansing of thoughts, words, actions and deeds.

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This WILD was amazing. Very vivid and realistic, rich content, successful summoning, and a Task of the Month success (plus a failure.) Forgive the length of this entry, but the dream was 25-30 minutes, and a lot happened! (Edit: After further review... best LD ever.)

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #90: The Night of the Weredog

I experience a sharp transition that feels like a short fall face-first onto a paved surface. My arms are splayed out over my head and I can't move. I can see just a bit and it looks like I'm on a basketball court at night, but I'm afraid to open my eyes more to look around.

I'm totally paralyzed. I'm conscious and aware but for some reason can't move, and I think I'm experiencing something similar to REM atonia. I know it's all in my head, though, so I start peeling my dream-arms out of this fake physical body by rotating them forward into the ground using thought rather than my muscles. It takes a little effort, but eventually I feel this set of "dream-arms" separate out and move independently. Soon the rest of my dream-body follows and I'm able to exit completely and get to my feet.

It is a basketball court -- four of them in fact, all arranged together in one giant rectangle. I'm alone on this court but teenagers are playing small, informal games on the other courts. The courts are surrounded by concrete stands and a metal railing. For fun, I stunt-jump off of the metal railing and land back on the court, then see Wife approaching out of the darkness. She's dressed for bed and looks groggy. "You're still up?" she says. "Shouldn't you get to bed?"

"Shhh, it's okay," I say. "Go back to sleep. I'm having one of my dreams." She nods, yawns, and wanders off into the darkness. False awakening averted.

I roam around the basketball court for a while before regaining focus on my goals for the dream -- summon NewArtemis and have her do the werewolf tranformation for Advanced Task of the Month. I put my right hand out for the handshake summon and look away, pointing my gaze over my left shoulder. I don't feel anything at first, but I'm relaxed about it. I know it'll work if I just give it time. I imagine the sensation of a hand pressing into my palm, and then slowly, vaguely it takes shape. After a few moments, I give the "hand" a squeeze and it squeezes back.

Without looking, I check for a forearm, probing all the way up to the elbow. "[NewArtemis], is that you?"

"Hey! Yeah I'm here!" Cool, I think, but I want to be sure the summon's really solid before I look. I check the DC's arm -- quite thin, but it's there. I reach her shoulder and I'm a little worried when it just feels like bare skin.

"So before I look... uh, what's the story with your clothing situation?"

"It's fine, I'm dressed!" she says. "Come on, quit worrying so much!"

Slowly, I turn to look. I'm shocked to see that I'm shaking hands with a short, middle-aged woman in a blue business suit. There's about a half second of sudden blackness and then a hard scene transition -- now I'm shaking hands with NewArtemis (no longer the businesswoman and back to her usual DC appearance) on some beachside boardwalk at night. Success! "Told you!" she crows. "Let's go!" She sprints past a burly, mustachioed man eating an ice cream cone, heading toward the sand. I follow, flying to keep up.

As she reaches the beach sand, she notices that I'm flying. She looks annoyed. "You know, I can't seem to get my flying to work right now." I notice that I'm unable to fly more than a few feet off of the ground. I try a Hulk jump and can only manage a measly 20 feet or so. Seeing this, she tries a Hulk jump of her own and manages about 50 feet. "Ha!"

There are some dunes along the shore and we practice competitively Hulk jumping up and down the dunes as we continue along the water. After doing this for a bit, we come to a long line of black-robed cultists standing at the top of a dune in a long series of rows, torches in hand. They're droning and chanting, obviously in the middle of performing some dark ritual. There are probably 50 of them in total and I think that this looks like a perfect place to go for the "mythical creature" Task of the Month. "[NewArtemis]! Do your werewolf transformation! These guys are just begging to get eaten by a werewolf."



She looks doubtful. "I'm not so sure," she says. "Isn't this just a bunch of college kids doing a fraternity initiation?"

Just as she says this, one of the "evil acolytes" flips his hood back. He's a friendly-looking blonde guy with a goofy smile. "Hey guys! Sorry if we freaked you out! We're just a bunch of college kids doing a fraternity initiation!" (He uses her precise wording.)

I sigh. We continue for a little while longer, coming to a well-lit swimming pool. "Maybe we should go ahead now and do your werewolf transformation while we're thinking about it," I suggest, and the moment I say this, she changes fast into a big, black dog, bounds ahead of me, and leaps joyfully into the pool! She splashes playfully in the pool for a while, panting and grinning.



But as she kicks up more water, the playful splashing turns into thrashing and now the black dog has turned into my 3-year-old son and he's sinking fast. I'm still aware that it's a dream so even though I badly want to pull him out of the water, I don't feel as freaked out as I would in waking life. I dive into the pool and even underwater I can hear my son calling to me. I can see and breathe without any trouble and I swim to the bottom of the pool, scoop him up, then fly back out of the water, landing poolside to tend to him. He seems unharmed and the moment I set him down, he runs off into a nearby grotto.

I follow my son into the grotto, a low-ceilinged cave with a shallow pool of water, partially bricked walls, and some form of dim light that reflects off the water and plays across the cave ceiling. I find that my son E has changed back into NewArtemis in human form. "Sorry about the pool thing, man," Art says, rolling her eyes. "Hey, do Task of the Month on these DCs!" She gestures at a family of tourists that are exploring the grotto. (The task is to tell a DC they're not real and see their reaction.)

I'm impressed that she reminded me of this. "Good idea! Hey kid," I say, addressing a boy of about 11, "you're not real."

"Nuh-uhh..." the kid counters, looking cross and uncomfortable. Okay, that should be good for a Basic completion, but I'm looking for more.

Now I address a bearded man in his mid-60s, who I assume is the boy's grandfather. "You're not real. This is all happening inside my dream."

"Nonsense," the grandfather says, "you're not real. I'll prove it." He flicks me on the left arm, looking proud of himself. I counterargue by levitating him a couple of feet off of the ground and setting him back down. He blubbers for a moment, then looks off at one of the cave walls, mentally processing this existential crisis. I feel a little bad for him.

"[NewArtemis], you should do this too, get those Basic wings," I say, only partly joking. She doesn't respond, and when I look over, she's changed into a man in his late 20s, short-haired, prematurely balding, and slumped against the wall in fatigue. He mumbles something about how long the dream has been and how tired it's made him. I throw the guy over my shoulder and carry him out of the grotto. When I set him down outside, he's turned back into a tired-looking NewArtemis. "Are you okay?" I ask. She says that she is, but everything has started to feel wobbly and unstable.

Suddenly, the whole scene rocks and something pitches us forward. We both yelp and I fall flat on my face, my hands flailing out in front of me. I'm semi-paralyzed and the scene has gone dark, but I've managed to grab onto NewArtemis' left ankle where it feels like she's wearing some kind of thick winter sock. There's a loud rumbling in the background that sounds like an earthquake. "I can still move!" yells NewArtemis over the noise and she drags me slowly forward across some kind of rough gravel. My face is smashed down into the gravel so I can't respond. She keeps hauling us forward for about 15 more seconds before the scene collapses into...

...a false awakening in some unknown house. Mom is here and I excitedly start telling her about the incredible LD that I just had, going over as many details as I can recall. She tells me to keep my voice down -- my son R is sleeping in the next room over. I apologize, continuing the recollection in a softer tone of voice. After a while, this scene fades, too, and I'm awake.

This was a very long dream / lucid dream series, going on for at least 45 minutes to an hour. I lost lucidity early on and regained it, so the first part of the dream is extremely scrambled. Also, a little background on one portion: I recently found out that Wife thinks lucid dreaming is more or less a waste of time. I was disappointed by this and concerned about what her DC might be like in future dream appearances.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #88: Reconciliation Hour

I'm in a lucid dream where I'm in a current of strong running water. I'm taking things easy, reminding myself to be more patient in life. I have a false awakening into a completely rearranged version of my house, downstairs. I hunt around for my dream journal... there it is, on the counter! I reach for it and as I grab it, my friend The Schwartz walks up and asks, "Hey, whatcha doing?"

"Hang on, [The Schwartz], I've gotta get these dreams written down. My dream memory is good for like 3 seconds. If I think about anything else, it'll all go away." I feel my dream memories leaking out of my ears. (Figuratively.) He looks a little hurt and I remember that the message of the dream I just finished was to be more patient. "Sorry, man. I know I'm not as patient as I should be sometimes. My dream was about getting better at that. You were even in it." (I assume this is true but no longer have any memory of it.)

I crouch down by a coffee table and get ready to write. Just then a full-sized poodle noses aggressively toward me. "Hey puppy," I say, reaching out to pet it. The dog turns away, totally snubbing me, circles around behind me, and then bites me hard on the butt. Another dog, a German shepherd joins the poodle and behind them I see my real two dogs (Siberian Huskies) lying on the carpet, panting.

"[Wife]!!" I wail, going into the kitchen. "Why do we have four freaking dogs in this house now? Wasn't two bad enough?"

Wife is in the kitchen cooking huge pans of a strange, purplish, bubbling yogurt conconction with her mom. "Oh, those belong to sissy and [brother-in-law Muppet]. We're just taking care of them." I grumble at this but sit down to journal. All but the last 2 pages of the DJ are filled, and the last entry is really hard to read. It says something about 139 pounds, but everything else is blurry and shifty. I demand proof that I'm not dreaming and become lucid.

"Hey, [Wife]," I say. "I'm having a lucid dream."

"Cool!" she responds. "Why don't we go to the park?" And then we're someplace else, holding hands and walking outside along a broad, grassy path with a great number of other people. We trudge past a flooded parking lot and the steel-toed boots I'm apparently wearing are soaked through. I'm annoyed at first, then remember that I can just fix it -- I do.

After walking for a long while, we get to a playground. The playground is a sort of cross between a playground and a petting zoo because all sorts of little animals like sheep and pigs are playing on the equipment as well, mingling with the kids. Our two kids (who weren't in the scene before) streak past us and join in the playing. My oldest son E sort of sits on another boy and I cringe, worrying that there might be some sort of confrontation. All is well, though, and everyone plays happily.

We do this for a while and then wander various paths in the park, the kids coming and going. There's an indoor scene as well where our son E gets to take a class and writes on the blackboard (something he can't do all that well IWL yet.)

Eventually we return home and put E to bed, except he's sleeping in a crib for some reason now. I'm happy, the way I feel after a great day out with the family. I keep looking at my hands as we put him to bed, reminding myself that I'm dreaming. Each time I do, I seem to grow an extra finger. The extra fingers even work pretty well although it seems to take extra special effort to move the "new" fingers vs. the old ones. By the end, my right hand has nine fingers.

As we leave his room, I show my freaky alien-looking hand to Wife and she laughs, saying, "That's awesome." I laugh too, peeling the extra fingers off like a glove and tossing it into the corner of a room where it lands with a rubbery thump. The fingers transform into a brightly-colored kerchief.

I say, "You know, I wish you felt differently about lucid dreaming." (IWL, Wife expressed that she thinks lucid dreaming is pretty much a waste of time.)

"I love that you have these dreams," she says, smiling.

I'm confused. "But you pretty much told me that this was a waste of time." She looks away, her smile fading. Then it hits me how caught up I am in confusing fantasy and reality, even while lucid. "Sorry. I forgot. Here and now."

She smiles again and turns to leave the room. I check her out as she's walking away. "Not gonna happen..." she says, without turning around, and bounds out of the room. I follow as the dream fades...

Total Sleep time: 7+hrs

Dream recall method: none, was very sleepy today

Dream talk1: (Bf woke me up about an hour after I fell asleep, he was having a nightmare) At that point I realize I have been spending my sleep time dream talking to myself, this time I remember that it was about DV and TOTM, etc.

Dream2: I am in our old place again and have made some drawings. I look at these, one was just ocean waves that were moving by themselves and I found that really cool. On another one, there were waves again but the printer was out of ink. I think I have used some kind of computer program to do those. When I focus on the drawings, I see different shapes starting to form, one was an aligator/ raptor, and on the next one two superheroes jumping in the air.

I am supposed to give one of the drawings to my mom and she will help me sell it. It is a very accurate and beautiful drawing of a brown rabbit and a grasshopper on top of it. As I give the drawing to my mom she discovers a hidden (Freud's favorite) p-word there.I don't think you could see it there, but she starts turning the drawing around until it is clearly visible. Oh, we probably won't be able to sell it then.



Fragment3: I remember looking at some crayons in different colors, maybe they were part of the previous dream, not sure

Dream4: A friend of mine, she has a dog in the dream. The dog becomes unmanageable and grabs me somehow, does not let go. After a while I get away from its grip and try to hide behind someone of my DC friends. I wait for it to go away. Then we are supposed to go back home and my bf gets on the bus and so I must get on the bus as well. There is a girl who shows us her schedule and the activities she has planned. This is because we have to meet her later?

Fragment5: I was being explained something about the HI lights, can't remember

I was in some kind of hotel/party hall type building, it almost reminded me of how a funeral home is decorated: ornate carpets, columns, etc. I was near the entrance, and on the wall there was "SeeU / See o" with the last e crossed out. I assumed it meant SeeWu. A SeeU & SeeWu duet was playing, but I didn't recognize the song. I walked into a side room. It was kind of dark, but there were a couple lamps lighting up the place. A guy came in, who was a guitar salesman. He handed me a plastic replica of a guitar, which I pretended to strum.

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I was outside with my dad and brother on an unfamiliar street. We were looking for a neighbor's dog. The dog ran away after the neighbor was robbed in his home and shot by the robber. We hopped a fence and entered a baseball field. We looked around a bit, finding a couple dogs, none of which matched the description. Then I wandered off for a bit, and when I came back my dad had found the dog. We went to get waffles to celebrate. The waffles were kind of freezer burnt though.

I was really going for the "sand" trick that I used in The Sands of the Colosseum but I never could figure out how to capitalize on it. I need to learn to be a bit more flexible and much less fearful of the dark. Given what I've learned, all of that concern about the dark is nothing but a bad habit. This was a good learning experience though!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #82: Afraid of the Dark

I believe that this was a DILD, but my first memory is of being lucid in a huge, empty office space with plain white walls, harsh fluorescent lighting, and blue-gray industrial carpet. It looks like a place where there'd normally be a cubicle farm, but the floor is totally clear.

I'm happy to be lucid, but I want a new location. I want to perform the "sand trick", which involves focusing on the floor and rubbing it until I'm convinced that my hands are digging through sand. I start crawling around on the floor, find myself a spot, and start rubbing.

Nothing happens at first, so I focus harder on the thought that this is sand. Unfortunately, I'm looking right at industrial carpet and the thought won't go away. Finally a bunch of disgusting dust and dirt puffs up from the carpet and blows around, but it's not what I'm looking for. I try for a while longer but I feel myself becoming obsessed.

I get up and notice a set of doors in a far-off wall. I run over to it, place my hand on the doorknob, and imagine that the Colosseum is on the other side. I throw the doors open and instead of the Colosseum I see a darkened warehouse. I can't see in too far but I do make out a few scattered cardboard boxes.

"Too dark", I think. "Not going in there." I close the door, think about the Colosseum, and open it again. This time the boxes are gone and the room looks even darker.

I give up, close the door, and follow the wall to a closet-like cubby hole. I crawl around in here and again try to produce sand from the carpet. Even though this cubby is set off to the side, the lighting is unbearably harsh and I just produce more puffs of dust, like the carpet needs a good vacuuming. I try to close my eyes but they won't comply. It seems like this office scene is burned into my brain.

I jump to my feet and run around a bit, doing a quick dive-roll just for kicks. I round a corner and find one of my Siberian Huskies locked in a big cage. He whimpers and paws at the door. I fumble around for a latch but don't see anything.



I'm preparing to open the crate via telekenesis when Wife appears from behind me and says, "Oh here, let me take care of that!" I almost tell her that I'm having a lucid dream but I figure that she already knows. She crouches down and starts working the lock. I make the mistake of waiting around and lose lucidity.

The lock pops open and our dog comes bounding out. He runs past us and buries his face into a used-up paint can that's nearby. I look to see what he's doing and am horrified to see that he's happily chowing down on a couple of dead roaches. I'm about to tell him to stop but Wife hugs him around the neck and says, "Oh, such a good boy!!" I feel ill. Still, I decide to let it go because he's probably hungry.

Wife wanders over to a nearby window and I follow her. There are a pair of laser gun emplacements on the window sill. We each take one and she points across the dark city to a tall office building. Wooden boxes float silently out of the office building, flying off to destinations unknown. Wife explains: "Those boxes have dangerous cell phones in them that will give people cancer." We start firing our laser cannons at the evil cell phones, destroying as many boxes as we can. We get most of them but, I'm sorry to say, many get through. The dream ends...

Dream recall from nap ~20 hours ago that i had written in keywords but didn't had time to write it there earlier, also i feel like dream was fairly long, 24 hours of dreamtime maybe, even though i didn't had much detailed recall.

I was in the subway, moving to some different place. Then i was at home, testing some things in fraxy, there were some new bosses and interestingly it was 3D and had completely different gameplay. I experimented with some things, but later i figured that i had some control over things, but instead of thinking that i am dreaming i was thinking that i was in some alternate world that was in my mind(close enough ).
I was doing various things, there was some weird city built out of various materials and some stuff was on fire, i was getting ladder to go through, also there was a dog that was getting drunk.
I was back at home and was playing around with ability to create various characters, i created a bunch and then was watching some videos with them, some humanoid dog was one of the characters and one of the videos was something hockey related.
After a while something made me think that i was dreaming, but i didn't had much awareness nor memories of waking life so i was worried about it ending, and then i heard voice of all characters, which sounded evil: 'we don't want you to leave'.
Dream faded and scene changed into some other place and i lost lucidity, i was hiding from two doctors who were running around with scissors and wanted to cut off my dick( ).
Then i woke up back at home, but before i could do reality check, objects around suddenly started vanishing and then i woke up properly.

Last night's dreams were mostly fragmentary.

#1 - I dreamed I was playing a survival/horror game in the vein of Resident Evil (old RE) but with a combat system that was closer to Fallout/Fallout 2. At one point, I had to control a character who was an Airdale Terrier who was trying to accomplish some in-game goals and escape. I had to gather some other dogs using the character and then follow an escape route. Although the subject matter was "scary", the dream was not a nightmare and I wasn't afraid of anything.

#2 - Then I dreamed I was traveling to some sort of monastery set into a scenic cliff side, and the inside of the cliff actually held an entire tiny village and economy - but when I got inside it turned out that the whole place was being run by Lady Gaga and instead of chapels there was a huge room full of lasers and balloons.

#3 - Gross dream. Dreamed I was using a tiny vacuum to vacuum zits. Except, at one point, it looked like my face had been full of brown paste or mud... anyway, it was gross.

#4 - Back to the RE setting. I am human now and stuck in some sort of solitary confinement. I miss my dog.

DJ Log: February 15, 2013 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am riding in a U-Haul truck with my parents and my brother. We're driving around in a town where some of my relatives live. We stop by a large farm supply store and my Dad wants to get a whole pallet of wood shims. I can't figure out why he wants so many of them, so I just wander aimlessly around the store.

I end up talking with a lady who breeds dogs. She points to a large kennel in the corner of the store and says, “I've been building this breed for 30 years now and they're perfect.” I walk with her to check out the dogs and end up picking out the only male in the kennel. It's a medium-sized dog with brown wiry hair. The lady hands me the end of the leash and says, “That'll be $250.” I say, “Thanks”, then I walk toward the checkout area. When I find my dad at the cash register, the cashier scans the dog with the bar code reader and it comes up as $1,000 and some change. I say to myself, “It must have been the wood shims or something.” as I leave the store. As I'm walking out of the store. The dog stops and says, “I gotta go over here and take care of some business.”, so I walk the dog around the side of the store and he takes a poo in the grass.

I start walking with the dog down the road away from the store. As we're walking, the dog starts walking faster, taking up all of the slack in the leash. I start walking a bit faster, then I hover slightly above the ground and just let the dog pull me along. The dog starts running full speed and I'm in tow, hovering a few inches off the ground. We're hauling ass down a road and suddenly, the dog gets the leash tangled up in a tree that's sticking out of the middle of the road. I suddenly stop, then float over and try to untangle the leash from the tree. The dog runs around the tree a few times and makes quite a mess out of the tangle.

After a bit of struggle, I manage to get the leash untangled from the tree. The dog and I start running back up the road, noticing that it's starting to get dark outside. I pull my phone out of my pocket and call my brother, asking him to pick us up once they're done loading the truck. He asks where we are at, so I look around a bit and see that I'm standing in front of my aunt's house. I turn and look down the street again and I wake up.

Total sleep time: 9+ hrs

Dream recall technique: dr1 – woke up, noted key words only, went to bed and played the dream 3 times in mind; dr2-dr4 left it entirely to chance if I would recall anything after final wake

Other irrelevant info: was supposed to wake up on time but turned off the alarm, and as I lay in bed I fell asleep, woke up two hours later and had a shorter Saturday. Well, you can’t have it all…

Dream1: I am looking at a building and can see a female politician . I am in some kind of garden where there is sand instead of grass, and cactus-type looking plants. The politician is going somewhere and I hide behind part of the garden construction, observing her. She has a beautiful watch, silver with tiny diamonds. I am thinking about the watch so I zoom in, in my mind. It then becomes a strange looking ring. There is a large gray stone in the middle, and the metal part looks like a twisted wire, like an old handicraft object. I am thinking about how people have treasured rings and precious stones even in ancient times.

I walk to another section of the garden, where I see small insects, like bees or flies, but hey, they are walking bypedally and have colourful armour. Next to them are small toys similar to kinder surprise toys. They are also alive and move. There a 3-4 different types and 4 of each type one next to the other.

Around the garden there is a race track, where Formula 1 cars usually drive. I start throwing small pieces of paper on the track. I later realize that these pieces may interfere with the driving, but it is too late. The cars cannot drive any more, they malfunction and get broken. I begin to worry that the cost of the damages would be really high, these are F1 cars. People would know it is me who did it, because the pieces of paper all have my name written on them. I start to collect them from the track in a plastic bag that I bring with me, and which I leave nearby. My collecting the papers is in vain, because somebody already saw one or two of these and they know. I am looking at a monitor which has information about one of the drivers. All I recall from what I read is that the driver is racing for Renault. I then remember that I left the plastic bag with the papers near the track so I want to go back and take it. I use an elevator to do so. The elevator comes and I press the 4th floor but don’t get in. The doors close, and I think “Damn, now I have to wait again”, but suddenly I find myself in the elevator and am going up.

This turns into some kind of detective series, where I am the party who is at fault, I am also a man. There is a woman with me who is investigating what has happened, and a relative of whoever has suffered from my action. I have no idea what that means, but I have the desire to tell that relative that it is me who is responsible for this and so I tell her. She gets really mad and annoyed with me, and I have to flee to another room to escape her reaction.

At some point in the corridors of that place my grandpa appears. [I haven’t seen him for 15 yrs irl, divorced grandma a long time ago]. I am surprised that I see him, the image becomes quite vivid and on focus. [Maybe it’s a dream?] I just ask him how he is, and how his family is doing.

Dream2: I am going somewhere very far to throw away the garbage. I find myself in a basement like room where there are hats on the couch. I am trying to concentrate on throwing away things and I see in a box containing trash, how many things I have actually cleared out. I look at another box and recognize some books as mine that I don’t want to get rid of. Maybe I will just use the place as a storehouse then, I think to myself.

Initially, I leave the room and want to be on my way, but there is a bum in front of me, and his scary looking dog(DS), like a big hound. He is also out of his mind, he is talking to himself or people that are not there. I try to avoid him. Then I decide that I want to go back to the place, but he is in front of the entrance. The place is now at the corner of a building and there are two entrances. That does not make it easy for me to enter. This is a favourite place for bums who are everywhere and so are their dogs. The dogs try to enter the place and the bums are inside. I finally manage to get in. I notice lots of rucksacks on the floor. My own rucksack feels suddenly very heavy and I open it. Inside of it is another red rucksack. [Crazy, bit just a bit].
As I am leaving the place a bum woman DC starts talking to me and I pretend I am one of them.

I am going home, walking down the street. I pass some place where they sell food so I decide to buy some. The place is like Indian food, but is not Indian at all. Some kind of really exotic stuff I really can’t describe, like green looking pasta, and some stuff that is half-cooked. The DC that works there comes at me, he has dark skin but is not Indian I have no idea where he is from. I ask him what kind of meat that is and stare at one of the products he is selling. He says it’s buffalo.

Dream3: I am in a phone booth and I am looking at an advertisement of Heinz tomato soup. In the ad this guy tells the story of how this soup has changed his life or something of the kind. I look at the name of the guy, it is my friend’s name. [who really loves that soup by the way]. I find the ad very funny. I am in a room and am talking to the friend “So, you took part in the ad, huh?”. He confirms, and then complains that the room smells unpleasantly, and that he can’t sleep there. I am trying to find ways to bring some fresh air in.

Dream4 [Fragment]: I am on the level of the first floor and look down to see two DS casually lying on the ground. The guy has shoulder –length blonde hair and perhaps a leather jacket, and there is a girl lying next to him. They look like they enjoy living like hippies, all relaxed and stuff. Suddenly, my boot slips away from my foot and starts falling. I yell at them to watch out, but it hits the guy. I begin to apologize but he doesn’t seem to mind the boot falling on him at all. Then, wearing socks, I try to step on some kind of metal ladder to come down and get my boot back.

I dreamed several dreams, and woke between each.

*side notes
*gaining lucidity
*lucid

#1 - I was having difficulty doing something. That's all I remember. Dream fragment.

Woke. Did Reality Check. Attempted WILD; failed, fell asleep.

#2 - I am in a house. I'm looking for a bathroom. There's no bathroom, because I didn't have enough in-game gold to buy an expansion. I discover that some of the red and white scented candles I've been buying were made by my cousin. He's been lying about having a regular desk job.

Woke, used bathroom. Reality Check. Attempted WILD; failed, fell asleep.

#3 - A wife and husband are fighting over their finances. The husband is unemployed or doesn't make much money, and the wife is burnt out and tired of working overtime to completely support them. The wife decides to make adult videos, and her best friend offers to help her. Her husband finds out and is extremely upset.

Woke. Rolled over and fell asleep.
#4:
I dream that I am riding a bus through a sweeping countryside. It appears that I am somewhere in New Zealand. The landscape is mountainous and verdant. It has just rained, the sky is full of gorgeous, radiant clouds, and it's is very beautiful (note: sweeping landscapes after a storm are actually one of my dreamsigns)

It begins to storm violently, and I'm up in the mountains. I am both riding and driving the bus. It's storming like crazy, and the mountain road is winding and dangerous. I'm high up in the mountains now, going over a narrow bridge. The choppy water has risen to the very bottom of the bridge, and it churns dangerously. The bus hydroplanes, loses control, veers off the bridge. The bus is now an old cadillac. The bus now disappears from around me as I enter the water. Frigid water envelopes me as I sink, and places immense pressure on my body; I debate fighting it, or merely letting myself sink. I allow myself to be pulled under and away with the current.

I wake up on a bus. I don't wake up on a bus; I am driving a car. I'm going to pick up a friend's dad. My friend is a chubby blond teenager wearing a Hulk Hogan shirt. We pick up his dad at a fast food restaurant that looks like McDonald's. He jokes about us being a software development team. He is actually a developer, himself. He looks really tired, and I ask him if he's been pulling long hours. He says, "Yes, and driving is a challenge. I'm practically cross-eyed." He decides to check his voicemail and starts swearing; apparently, his boss/team lead is asking for a whole bunch of ridiculous stuff that he can't possibly do on such a short deadline.

I wake up on a bus. I have stretched out across the seats, and a little girl is commenting to her mother that I'm taking up too much space. I try to pull myself up into a fetal position to free up more seats. My friend and his dad are also on the bus. The landscape is the one as described before; the sweeping New Zealand landscape.

I wake up and feel a bit irritated that my prior attempts at WILD have failed. I see light seeping in through my bedroom window and am a bit upset that it appears to be so close to morning. I'm also irritated that I didn't pick up on my most obvious dream sign.

I fail to do a Reality Check. In retrospect, my bedroom window was INCORRECT. The curtain wasn't there. I shrug it off, telling myself that it's just another chance to try to WILD again. I settle down in bed (note: I am fairly certain this was a FA and I am actually trying to WILD from my FA, which is kind of hilarious because it actually works)


#5 (?) -
I begin to see something forming in front of me, very blurry - it is a field of large, smooth pebbles. I decide that it looks somewhat like a beach, or is close enough to make into one. I try to make it solidify, but it fights me. I try to imagine it as part of a landscape, but it remains a flat plane - almost like a pattern. It is supposed to be the ground, I understand, but it takes up my entire field of vision.

I can feel it there - the dream is blurry, but it's forming. I don't want to lose it or lose consciousness, so I start actively trying to make it stabilize. I focus on the pebbles; they sharpen a bit, and then go all fuzzy again. I run my hands through the pebbles, then dive to the ground and shove my face into the pebbles. They're still fuzzy and immaterial, although I feel the ghosts of sensations from them. I enthusiastically rub my face back and forth in the pebbles. I feel like they're fading away and get upset, so in a moment of desperation, I lick the pebbles. They don't become any more material; they taste like grit and sawdust. I roll around on the ground like an idiot, grabbing handfuls of the ground and rubbing it into my face. I feel and smell dead leaves. Suddenly, there are dead leaves mixed into the pebbles.

I look up. There's more landscape forming! I see fuzzy green. I feel like this is like the edge of a lake or swimming hole. I stumble to my feet and pick leaves out of my hair.

The world suddenly solidifies, as my lucids often do - everything goes from a blurry mess to absolute perfect clarity. I am now on the edge of a small lake or swimming hole, on an artificial beach. I'm at a cook out!

There are tons of people milling around. The dad from my prior dream is grilling food, and there are a bunch of fat guys in tank tops drinking beer out of a cooler. There is a little girl in a purple swim suit playing with the sand. She has a toy shovel and those little plastic sand castle molds, and she's making a castle. She has white-blonde hair that curls in little ringlets around her ears, and blue eyes. She looks like she's maybe 3 or 4, and she's adorable. There is also a black and white Border Collie lying on a red and white checkered blanket next to a guy in a t-shirt and his kids. The dog is panting, because it's hot outside.

The swimming hole has a tall, metal slide where you can slide into the water. The sky above, unlike 99% of my lucids, is vivid blue and brilliantly clear - this is a hot summer day, probably July or even August.

I clap my hands together and yell out loud "YES! Finally!" I immediately run up to the dog and pet her. Her fur is thick and somewhat coarse. I scratch between her ears. She's very friendly, and enjoys the attention. As I scratch her behind the ears, I recall my lucid task.

"I need to destroy something right away!" I tell the dog. I had decided on Simple Task I, which was to destroy an object by any means.

I look around. One of the first things I see is the little girl's sand castle mold, but even thought she's a dream character I feel kind of bad about that. I see a plastic drinking cup with Vash the Stampede on the side of it (I haven't watched anime since the 90s, I don't know where that came from) but decide it's too solid/not interesting. There's an array of picnic stuff - plates, cookware, food, etc. I settle on the one thing that I feel is out of place: an empty carton of half & half.

I point at it and try to make it explode. Nothing happens. I get angry and pick it up and throw it, yelling, "This is MY dream!" It still does not explode. I chase after it, scoop it up, and tear it into several pieces. I begin to throw the pieces at the two fat guys who are sitting in plastic lawn chairs and drinking beer. They think this is hilarious.

I hear the little girl calling to me from behind me. She is running toward me, waving a huge syringe. One of those big, scary-looking ones they use to inject things into your rump. It's almost as big as she is (and for some reason, empty). I laugh and launch myself into the air, hovering above her. She runs around below me, waving the syringe. I rise higher into the air, using swimming motions, and taunt her. She begins to climb the ladder to the slide, which has now somehow gotten higher and scarier-looking and is turning into a bridge.

The dream fades, and I wake up. It is 3 a.m., which means that it couldn't have possibly been light outside last time I woke up.

I travelled to Waco, Texas, to give my friend something. Was it a sleeping bag? A large jelly roll? I don't know...but it seemed like a bundle of some sort. I never found out what it was because it became a small dog.

The dog wiggled in my arms as the building I stood in resolved into a veterinarian's office. I guessed the dog needed to pee by its wiggling and the stressed expression it displayed. I turned around to find the wall missing and I'm staring at what should be a dog park in Waco, though it appeared like the intersection of Rundberg and IH-35 in north Austin.

Across the street was a gas station which looked much like the lot I was standing in, yet I held to the conviction that I was in a dog park and the police would be none-too-happy if I allowed my dog to roam without a leash, even for the need to pee.

I implored the vet to give me a leash but he told me again, though I missed it the first time, that the dog would be fine and no leash was needed, nor available. I took a chance and let the dog down...

And then something happened but I forgot it. Damn these weekday dreams!

SP
Non-Lucid
Lucid
I haven't had sleep paralysis at night in a long time, which is good because SP at night always produced nightmares even if it was just about my bedroom. This time I feel it coming and it doesn't scare me. It's faint, I know I can choose to go with it or to shake myself out of it. I consider SP a rare opportunity for a partial lucid dream, so I take it.
There's a distant buzzing and my body feels heavy. I tilt my head back slowly, and the more I tilt it back the louder the buzzing gets. I actually see myself for a split second, the crown of my head burrowed back into the edge of my pillow. Then I see my room, my eyes fix on the bookcase across from the bed. Everything still looks normal, which is a plus.
For one I actually remember that I've always wanted to try singing while I'm Lucid, and this is as close as I can get to it. I feel like I've slipped between the layers of the world and found a good...transmitting spot. I start to hum ascending notes. It resonates in my head, I can feel the vibration of the notes in my teeth like I'm humming with my jaw clenched except it doesn't -feel- clenched.
I wonder if I'm actually making noise, or if it's all in my head. So I will my mouth to move and issue the beginning of words. Definitely a difference, the singing is all in my head.
I sing Liam's name and wonder if he can hear me, midday is the best time for dreams like this.



I'm dropped into the middle of a dream. I'm Clary Fray from the Mortal Instruments series. She's at a hospital, waiting in the office. She's grilling the receptionist about some event, sure that the woman knows about the person she's looking for.
The receptionist is a pretty black woman, dressed in a blue skirt and jacket. Clary exits via a door behind the receptionist but my subconscious stays to witness the next part of the story. I notice the bluish-white walls and dark blue commercial carpet. The woman picks up the phone and dials a number. She looks terrified. I can only hear her half of the conversation.
"No, I didn't say anythin---please don't! You can't! I promise I didn't say---"
The sleep paralysis has warped the dream, I can only see part of her face and the longer I look at it the stranger she becomes. She begins to gain the appearance of a stuffed doll. The eye I can see blinks furiously, warding off tears. Each time she blinks and squeezes her eye shut it gets smaller until it is an oblong black bead.
This really disturbs me. What happens next is worse. She shakes her head and begins to choke, phone still at her ear. Her head separates violently from her shoulders, twists off and lands in the corner, spraying the room with bright red blood.
I stare at this in disbelief. I know I need to get help. I no longer remember why, but I go into the corner of the room. I look myself over to make sure I'm not covered in blood, there's a little bit of spatter on my shoes.
Out of the corner of my eye I notice a black kitten wandering over the threshold. Before she can track through the blood I pick her up and leave the room to notify someone of what has happened.

The hallway outside is wide and carpeted in that same commercial grade blue. The doors are all blonde wood with silver handles. I start checking rooms for hospital staff. The first room on the right stands open. The cat starts to freak out, flailing wildly and clawing the hell out of my arm. I hold on to her, when I look into the room I understand her distress. There are two large, collared lynxes standing at the foot of the bed. One is black, the other is a kind of white/cream/grey calico with a red collar. This room is brightly lit. I can see the foot of a big hospital bed.
The next room on the right is dark and has three big black dogs.
I begin to understand that I'm in the supernatural wing of the hospital. I set the cat down and she follows me. I see the mouth of the stairs at the end of the hallway. The female cat has become a male dog and runs ahead of me to the stairs. He looks back to see if I'm following and then darts down the stairs.
When I reach the stairs I hesitate. I know from previous dream experience that stairs give me trouble.
"There's no guard rail." I think, frowning at the wide, curving, steep stairway. The steps are long and shallow, covered with raised dark grey circles. "I hate stairs. Well...won't know if I can do it until I try." I try to keep my hand on the inside wall as I descend, but the sharp decline of the stairs gives me a bad case of vertigo. I trip, and fall down them like they are a slide. I tumble out by glass double doors and try not to be embarrassed about my inability to traverse a set of stairs.
There's a woman dressed in blue scrubs with her hair tied back in a ponytail. She's at a vending machine, I call to her.
"Hey, do you know who this dog belongs to?"
She looks surprised. "He's mine. I wonder how he got out, must have jumped his wall."
For some reason I'm defensive, "I don't know I just found him wandering around in the hallway." I hesitate, wondering how I should tell her that the receptionist upstairs has met a terrible end. Will she blame me? How much time did it take me to get down here? If it's been hours will I look guilty that I've waited.
"I thought I'd get something from the vending machine while it was still slow. "
I glance down at the dog, he has a long plastic wrapped stick of nutterbutters in his mouth. "I guess we know what -he- wants."
"Hey, I don't know who to tell..." I say finally, I don't actually tell her aloud what happened to the receptionist and I don't get to hear her response. She runs past me to phone upstairs, the phone is bright red.They want me to meet back in the office so I can tell them what I saw.

I appear back upstairs and I'm walking with Clary to the office. I turn to face her and one second I'm thinking she looks exactly as I imagined her and then I think "What are you talkin' about? She doesn't look anything like Clary." As soon as I think it, she begins to look different.
For one her hair is a dull wispy blonde instead of red. I stare at her, mentally shouting at it to change, while actually flailing my hands at her. "red." nothing. "Change!" nope. "YOU. ORANGE. NOW." Nothing. The dream-Clary is looking at me with mild amusement.
"What are you doing?" She asks.
For a split second I'm not myself, I'm her mother. I take her face in my hands and lean down. She smiles at me. Her face changes, because with SP dreams nothing is really fixed, she almost looks deformed.

There's a lapse. I'm in a van, in the middle row of seats. Another character from the book, Simon, is driving. He says he has no idea where we're going. I offer to take over because, you know, you can totally switch drivers while still moving. I climb over the seat in front of me, leaving three people sitting in the back by the rear doors. I see Simon with his light grey hoodie. I make my way over the next row of seats to where Simon is and he takes my place in the back of the van.
That's when I realize he was somehow driving from the second row instead of the driver's seat. I frown at it. The driver's seat is pushed really close to the dash. I squeeze myself between it and the wheel.
"How were you even driving from back there?"
"Just talented I guess."
"That is NOT an answer."
He laughs at me.
I really want to move the seat back but I'm afraid of crushing the knees of the people behind me. Besides, I have to concentrate on driving. I turn right at the intersection...

I don't really remember the rest. Something about parking on a road in a patch of woods bordering a farm.

This was a nice, very vivid LD where I was reunited with a long-gone childhood pet. It was more difficult than usual to connect to my tasks and goals. In fact, I could remember very little from waking life. I'm wondering whether this is because it was galantamine night, which required me to use an extremely short WBTB.

And my ever-reliable nose pinch RC let me down!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #63: After the Storm

I'm walking with my 3-year-old E in the back yard of what I think is our family home. The yard is vast, wild, and overgrown. As we walk, a Golden Retriever comes up to us and starts sniffing my hand. He looks almost exactly like the dog that I had when I was a kid, but I dismiss this as coincidence.

I wonder how this dog got into our yard. E, the dog, and I walk to to edge of the property and I see that the entire fence is destroyed. Nothing but a couple of snapped fenceposts remain. Looking further out, I see that our next door neighbor's house has been utterly destroyed. I think that this must be a dream. I perform the nose pinch reality check and can't breathe. I try it again and still can't breathe. "Oh shit," I think. "This is really happening."

The three of us walk further through town. Everywhere we look, houses are toppled and people sift dispiritedly through the rubble. I tell my son, "E, I think there's been a big tornado. Daddy's going to figure this out."

We walk across an empty four-lane road. Some of the shops on this road are open, which strikes me as odd. I RC again, pushing my finger into my palm. My left hand stretches like stiff taffy and I know that this is a dream.

I look down at the Golden Retriever and realize that he really is the same dog that I had when I was a boy! He's been gone almost fifteen years but now he's somehow standing right in front of me. I scratch him behind the ears. He just looks off into the distance with that big, goofy doggy grin. Even though I know that this is all a dream, it feels like a reunion.

E pets the Golden and starts fiddling with his ears. The dog pants and stares contentedly up at the sky. I decide that now is the right time for me to break off on my own.

I walk further along the road. I know that I had lots of plans for this lucid dream but I can't remember any of them. As I'm pondering this, a steady flow of traffic starts on the road and in a few seconds, cars are whizzing by in both directions. I remember a conversation with Xanous and Alyzarin about how they like to play in traffic during lucid dreams.

I start walking across the road. I'm halfway across when I suddenly realize that the cars are driving on the left side of the road (like in Great Britain or New Zealand.) The next thing I know, a small, strange, open-topped car is barreling toward me. Suddenly I'm scared that this car is going to flatten me and I try to force-push it to the side. The little car swerves to the left and its brakes squeal. I float up into the air, drifting slightly away.

The car has stopped and its driver, a woman of about 30, is leaned forward toward the steering wheel. Her eyes are squeezed shut as if she's in pain. I run or fly to the side of her little open-topped car, freaked that I've hurt her somehow when I did that force-push. "Are you okay? Are you okay?"

She doesn't respond, but she's clutching at her stomach. There's something horribly wrong with her. Her stomach is badly distended, stretching all the way down so that it rests on the floorboard of her car. I pick up her enormous, stretched stomach off of the floor and start feeding it back into her body. It takes some effort, but in the end it spools smoothly back into her torso as if nothing had ever happened.

She looks at me and smiles. I notice for the first time that she's incredibly attractive and I kiss her. (Guess I got over the stomach thing!) I pull away before I get myself totally distracted and she drives off, waving as she goes.

Again I try to remember my goals and again they won't come. I finish crossing the road and leap about twelve feet into the air, perching on a crumbling arbor by the side of the road. I look out over the ruined city and see that the destruction stretches for miles. I can't even seem to find my house anymore. Is the destruction getting worse? What's happening to this place?

I consider where to explore next but the dream soon ends.

Lizards and Snakes

There were a bunch of baby chamelions. Then a snake came and had one in it's mouth.
A narrator started explaining how all the lizards were being eaten, and then there
were many snakes and they were all eating a lizard until there were none left.

Then the narrator started explaining how the lizards are vulnerable when they are out
of their homes, and he started explaining about their homes. He explained that the lizards
lived in a little hole, and I'm seeing everything that is being explained.

The lizards would chew a little home from wood and have their babies in the home. Then
the babies need to chew their own home, and in that time, they are vulnerabl. In this case,
Snakes had eaten every lizard that was running around, but there was a whole where some lizards
had been spared. They came out and there was a whole batch of lizards that survived.

Then one of the snakes was making his home. It was an Eastern King snake, and it made its "home"
by crawling "hard" into the ground, but again, the snake crawled in a piece of wood. The snake
carved out an indentation in the wood as though it were crawling through sawdust.

The snake was crawling around me. I wanted it to crawl around me, so I stayed very still
so it wouldn't go away or bite me. It started crawling around me and I thoguht it was awesome.
He was about 3 feet long and very pretty. Then I noticed that a bit towards its head, the snake's
body was torn. It looked like the nylon from old pool chairs. I felt bad for the snake, but it
also signaled trouble. Then the snake looked at itself pretending it was going to bite itself.
This was just a ploy to not draw attention to the fact that it was going to bite me, which it did.
It didn't hurt, but it was annoying.



Attorney and the Monster

This was such a cool dream. I was watching Perry Mason. His table was in the middle of a huge, empty
room, and surrounded by a little wall all around him about knee or waist high. This scene later repeated
with the wall a bit higher. Anyway, that was the opening scene. Moving forward, a man is choking a
woman on the ground. He doesn't kill her; he merely scares her. She's fine, but she can't get up.

The man runs away, she looks over and now I see where she is looking. There is a rock wall like a cave
wall or something. There are jagged rocks. Right against the wall and kind of blending in, is a rock monster.
He is made of a line of flat rocks standing on edge getting bigger and bigger as they go to his head.
It is kind of like a snake, except made of increasingly larger, flat rocks. Its head is like a triangular
rock, but the corners are way rounded. His expression is painted on with lines drawn in either pink or black,
strange, but I can't really remember which. The eyes were just lines, as with the mouth, but the expression
was eerie. He looked evil. The eyes were drawn like lines going up, over, and back down, so like a frowning face.
the mouth was just a line also, but painted on this rock face, and that rock body, all on the ground, it was
humble and miserable...and wanted to get the girl that had been choked.


The Dog and Flying

I had a dog that was in a cage I think, on a train. It got off the train. I held it by a leash, and someone
told me to just try to get him back up on the train.

I then saw a lady come down from a second story in an apartment, and then come out through a closet. I figured
I could go up if she had gone up and come back down. I went in the closet and saw an opening in the ceiling. It
would be awkward getting up through that opening, but I believed I could do it, so I jumped up to fly through,
which I was successful at. I ended up in an up-stairs area. I knocked over a telephone because I was still flying,
though I was heavy and not very skilled.

I had something like a balloon or something that I put under me. It helped keep me afloat. Now I knock over a
large, multi-line phone. It falls downstairs. I say, "Watch out!" but it hits right next to a woman who never
even tried to move. She looked up. I said, "It wasn't my fault!" It wasn't, though it felt as though it were almost
my fault.

I dip down again as I'm not good at flying, and went back up as I worked on my belief.

The End