Morning of August 1, 2018. Wednesday. Reading time: 1 min 9 sec. Readability score: 58. In the first part of my dream, there are associations with lucid dream experiments I did in my childhood. Mainly, it is my development of a field as a setting, to give me open options. It involved closing my eyes while running through the area and eventually opening them after deliberately running for a long time. In one of my most vivid lucid dream experiments of that time, I opened my eyes and found myself at the top of a tower, having no perception of running up the spiral stairs, but recognizing it as the emerging consciousness factor. After looking out over a beautiful landscape, I phased through the wall and flew up and out of my dream, maintaining perfect vestibular system correlation. In my dream, there is communication with another dream journalist. He talks about his “power” based on what I had written in my journal when I was very young. It involves creating the field setting, running very fast, though while counting to seven, and teleporting to a random location. The results are vague. I am not a dream character, only a distant observer to his antics. Later, he is writing a response to how another experiment turned out. That one is more like one of those fake personality tests on the Internet and which some Facebook users post the results of (which is ultimately pointless). In this case, he takes several of the same tests. It involves connecting random dots inside a random circular pattern. The results are different each time, though that is likely because he connects the dots differently each time. He seems to be annoyed by the different results based on his different choices and starts writing about “apologists for life” in the comment section.
This dream kinda ties into the previous one from this dream journal because they occurred on the same night... Anyways... I was in a dark room full of people who looked like they were students at some sort of martial arts training club or something. I was the target, however. A lot of them kept approaching me and I had to punch each one just once for them to back off. Suddenly, I'm in this place with a friend. And the fighters stop coming towards me, so I guess I won. And all the people who were students turn into little kids. And they all come towards my friend and I, with gifts. My friend was getting more gifts than me for some reason. I waited for a bit and a kid came up to me with a box that contained something obviously useless. As I took it, I remember saying "Thank you, good sir." (lol) I remember looking at the box... It had a lot of indented red circles on a dark blue background, and the box itself was made of tin, and was Spider-Man themed. o_O I remember reading some words on the box just before I woke up. It said "These Dots Connect-" And that's all I read before I woke up.
I am at a mall, the reason I am there I completely forgot. For some reason or another, I do a reality check by looking at some dots on the wall, looking away, and looking back at them. Well, even if it was not words, it worked and I became lucid. After that I decided to not jump into any activities yet, and tried to concentrate more on making my lucid more stable, longer, and clearer. So, I first began by walking very slowly and observing every small bit of detail I saw in the dream world with all my senses. As much as transforming into a wolf came across my mind, I knew these LD exercises were far more important to me. I looked at a small railing next to an escalator, and looked closely. The light reflected off the chrome railing beautifully. I sat there and tried to smell anything, but I could not smell a damn thing. I figured that was weird, as I have smelled things in my LDs in the past. I thought that maybe my brain assumed malls smell like nothing. In order to stabilize my LD further, I decided to reach into my pocket to grab a stress ball to squeeze in order to exercise my sense of touch. However, when I reached down to put my hand in my pocket... I had no pockets. All I had was my boxers on. I tried to further summon a stress ball in my hand but it refused to appear. After that, the dream got real fuzzy and I woke up in the middle of the night. _____________ Next dream involved me going to some costume party. I decided to grab a Predator costume I had. Fast-forward: I am at the party when I realize I don't have the head/mask to my Predator costume. The people at the college party start to stare, and I begin t feel judged. Note: Was furious at myself for not trying to DEILD, spinning, or rubbing my hands yet again. I know it works because I have done it in prior lucids, I have just forgotten to for some reason. Even when attempting to stabilize my lucids, they are cut off even shorter. May be due to either me thinking about being asleep too much, or it being the end of that certain REM cycle for the night.
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