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VILD during a late WBTW. Visualizing something about an old woman who would teach me visualization. I think she is my dream guide because it was my subconscious filling in her look. I want to meet her in a dream one day.
I am losing it, my minds wander through short daydreams, dreamy thoughts and minidreams.

Rose Garden
In my childhood garden, I am thinking about where to plant roses.

A shitty dream sign
I am in my grandmother's house, with my husband, in her bed. I notice he has something brown on his green fleece jacket and it is poop, stuck to his jacket in several places on his back!
I call my mum but I can't scream, so I tell him to call her. She comes and takes the jacket and tries to clean it.
I talk with her about how she got a water tap to this room (it isn't there IRL). She tells me to think. I realize there always was a water pipe on the other side of the wall. But I don't understand why the water pipe leads through a wardrobe.
I think about how my husband was able to get the poop all over his jacket. How was he able to do it? And how was he positioned in the litter tray?
I realize it is my cat usually having these problems, not my husband!
I am waking up from the dream but I feel relaxed. There will be another dream soon.

Exploring a mysterious research facility
I am lying on a floor, it's made of beige tiles, cold and sloping down from me. I realize this is my dream body lying there, feeling this, and I am lucid! I am worried about the dream not being stable yet but I try to slide down the slope, head first. But I have some clothing under me, preventing this. I return to my original position, worrying about moving my real body if I do something too radical.
Then I decide this is stable enough and movement helps to stabilize anyway, so I adjust my clothing, sit, and slide down the slope, gaining speed on my way down.
Under the slope, I stand in a corridor. There are two doors, partially open. I choose the way directly forward but can't stop thinking about the other door. What was there?
Behind the door, there is another corridor and some cabinets with drawers. It feels like some (old/socialist/east European) research facility or a similar institution (imagine tiled floor, wood veneer on furniture, and that ugly yellow waterproof paint on the walls). I open some of the drawers, they are very detailed but empty.
There are more doors and I have to choose again. I feel a presence behind one of those doors and get worried about someone finding me here. I quickly progress away from this presence and suppress the thought.
Another door and I can hear some people and smell food. Great, I think, an opportunity to taste some food in a LD.
It looks like a cafe. They have some deep-fried stuff and some big fried balls, maybe eggs. I ask if I can get something and they tell me to wait in line.
I start remembering that I was just sleeping and only have my sleeping clothes and no money with me. That sounds like a problem. I have an idea to check my pockets but no money they - only an old, used, paper tissue. I try again and try to really believe that I have money but again, nothing there.
It's my turn and I say that I want something to eat but have no money. They obviously think I am crazy. I ask them if they can give me something again but people around laugh, thinking I am some poor student.
I leave the room, feeling embarrassed. Isn't it stupid, that I have to pay in my own dream?
I try spinning around to leave the scene and change the scenery but I only crash into an automatic door and hurt my arms. Which is even more embarrassing.
Then there is a huge hall, like a railway station or something like that. There are people - many of them - hurrying somewhere, everyone going somewhere and there's too many of them and I am still disoriented after crashing into that door and I don't know what to do.
Suddenly, there is my ex, S. He says: "You are someone I used to have sex with a lot" and I say "You are someone I used to have sex with a lot" too and we hug and start to make out.
I tell him "this is my dream" and he says "no, this is my dream". I say "I don't believe in shared dreaming" and I think that means that one of us has to be lying. And it has to be him because I know I am dreaming. Or is it possible to be in someone else's dream? What if this is really his dream and this is the reason why I lack control?
I notice that his face has changed. His hairs are now short and his face is different. And he feels like someone else. Is this some shared dreaming trick? I ask him why is he looking different.
I wake up.

Got startled awake by a phone at 9 am, only got 4 hours of sleep and mighty kitty still fast asleep, I followed his lead and got back to bed. Took me way to long to fall back asleep, thanks advertising compagny

I was in a amusement park, and I remembered that it was owned by Disney*. I was walking around in the restaurant of a hotel with big windows that overlooked a harbor. The walls were white with a wooden trim and the floor carpeted. There was a handful of buffet tables, and someone had left their bikes against one of them. Being my usual clumsy self, I knocked both of them on the floor and had a hard time picked them up. I moved one of them to a railing, them tried to move the other one, but it was really heavy. Feed up by this, I decided to lift it up using telekinesis and placed it back against the table. I started to walk away, then I paused.

Wait, I juste used TELEKINESIS. That's a dream, right?**
I looked auround, surprised. I thought this would come back, but not that quick. I tentativly walked back in the lobby of the hotel and found myself in a corridor. I looked myself over and discovered that I've wandered around wearing a pink, plushy, very short bathrobe*** all this time. Not really having a clear objective for this dream (since I thought I would have time to come up with one...) I decided to keep walking around and maybe find something interesting.
Upon finding a mirror, I tried to change my clothes. I opened the bathrobe and inveiled a multicolored, iridescent corset underneath. My arms were still kind of twisted in the bathrobe and the dream was going a little fuzzy, so I simply changed it into an short vest in the same color that the corset and slipped it back.
Shortly after, I lost my vision, everything going black and white before fading to black.
I feel like I'm waking up, and push myself back into the dream.
I ended up in front of my real house, standing in front of my window. my lucidity was very, very low, and while I was aware that it was a dream, I was pretty much a passive spectator. I turned to my left and put my right hand behind my back**** to summon Eli, but nothing came and I started to feel a weird sens of dread. I looked back behind me and saw a figure huddled against the palm tree that's in my front law, looking even crying or in pain. I quickly walked up to it, calling Eli's name. I kneeled beside the figure, but it wasn't Eli. It was an male DC, with shapeshifting features. He got up and started to cornered me. David showed up, his hair shifting from ginger to white and them back, pushing the DC away and pulling me to his side. We all walked up to the street and the male DC started to go to another house. We followed him, even if I felt unhappy about it. He entered the house and I finnaly woke up.

* That was of course a fake souvenir. And there wasn't any hidden mickey!
** a accurate reddition of my thought process, caps and all.
*** I own the same one in real life. It's comfy. And I don't wear it in public, that would cause the fashion police to come after me.
**** That was my go-to method to summon people while lucid and never failed me before (I had a better level of dream control though.) It's dead easy: put your hand behind you and expect someone slip their hand in it. I had someone putting me in an armlock once, but he was a jerk.

7/6/15 12:54 am

Tonight I went to bed before my husband to try to fix my sleeping schedule by going to bed early. I had a dream, which I don't remember, then went right to bed to trigger a lucid dream through dream chaining. I told myself over and over again I wanted to dream of my husband. And I did.

Lucid MILD, WBTB, Dream Chaining

I dreamed we had a shared dream and I was showing him how to control his dream. We flew together hand in hand. Saw Conan live. Visited a herd of "Mittens" (my cat who passed away recently), one of them bit me. It hurt. I wasn't bothered by it, and found it quite funny. The herd of Mittens was in my mother's backyard.

I woke up in my dream and my husband agreed we had a shared dream, but then proceeded to tell me I was Sailor Moon in his dream, which made me realize we didn't share dreams. He described his dream totally differently. Note: I'm still dreaming.

Then, I see this white stuffed animal on a chair who's talking to me in a squeaky voice. I don't remember the conversation. At first, I didn't trust him. I told him to go away. But all of the sudden I realized what he was saying. I told him, in different words, but essentially this "You're my dream guide." And he said yes (I think, or something affirming what I said) and jumped in my arms to give me a hug. Then I woke up when my husband got in bed in waking life.

I used a different word for dream guide in my dream, but don't remember what.

He was definitely different than all my dream characters, with a sense of his own agency. Even different than my dream husband, who was just responding to what I did. I think I didn't trust him at first because he seemed to have his own agency.

I almost feel like my dream guide and I were speaking on a different level, like in code. We knew what we meant, even though it wasn't in clear English.

This was definitely the best dream I've had with my husband. We were flying hand in hand! And that was amazing. I've flown hand in hand with one other dream character before, in my first successful flying dream. I asked him what my middle name was and he said Windy, then took my hand, proceeding to fly with me in the air. I've been able to fly in my dreams ever since, and this moment flying with my husband was definitely reminiscent on my first flying dream. I was rusty flying, since I haven't triggered a lucid dream in a while (only accidental ones) and had to relearn how to fly, only this time it was me who took my husband's hand to show him, rather than a dream character showing me.

When I was trying to fly, at first it wasn't successful. I'd keep trying to jump from higher levels of ground to lower levels, on a hilly area with grass and patches of dirt. The area is around my mother's house, down the road near a foresty area.

There was a point in the dream we were on a train, before the flying scene, taking to other dream characters.

Connected to my mom's backyard is an acquaintance's house. It's supposed to be my mom's, and I felt like it was my mom's, but at the same time this person's house. We went into his room and saw an anime poster. There was a "mom figure" there that was supposed to be my mom, but wasn't my mom in waking life. She was worried about me, but I told her this is all just a dream so not to worry. I showed my husband how to control the dream further by saying "clearer" and "brighter", controlling my dream world to become clearer and brighter.

In a sense, the dream started off with me being the dream guide for my dream husband, then finding my own dream guide. I really hope to see him again! I haven't been searching for a dream guide, but have been hoping to have a repeated dream character that has a sense of self and grows with each lucid dream. So perhaps this is a manifestation of that desire. Certainly not what I expected! A stuffed animal as my dream guide. I'm so excited by this.

This dream started off, I believe, as non-lucid. Though I don't remember the point exactly I became lucid. My husband and I were watching Roku together, and then went to see Conan live. When we watched Conan on Roku, he had his typical blue background, but live everything was white and the show was supposed to be a new Conan show, called Live with Conan. There was this mean producer lady, who was playing tricks on me. I think that was the point I became lucid, because something about her just gave off that she was a dream character. Conan later sat with me and my husband in the audience and apologized for her actions.

i was getting from my grandmas house to mine (they're pretty close) then i see this bunch of homeless ppl they wore normal looking and obscure skin tone from not bathing; then i open the gate to my house an secure my bike with a chain (in case they wanted to steal it) then i turn around and close the gate; i look at my bike theres a small homeless dude tryin' to ride it. i say "back off" and push him away then out of the nothing theres a midget-homeless army tht want to attack me then i see they have their brain exposed!! so im like "oh this is a dream" and transform in to a
power ranger kinda like dude, but the cloth was pink...im like
but then i start blinking(bad idea) and started to kill them. like i was shooting them or something. then i accydentally started to wake up i forgot about rubbing hands (im still a newbie) but some how i managed to link my dreams. then the homeless dudes are gone but there are some steel-like-mosquitoes and i transform into a power R again this time in orange i have this awsome katana((ninja sword) with me wich is totally orange and has a blk stripe in the middle wich i use to kill the steel mosquitoes and slide them in half then when i end with them i remember something about my sord teasspasind a metal-glass door in my grandmas house.and then i lost lucydity..... and startend a new dream. im so exited cuz this was my fisrt MILD AND DREAMCHAIN (4got the name) actually induced by my conscious!!! AND also because i could stop a night mare from becoming worst and ended up like a cool dream.
yay!
THNX 4 READING!

07/09/10

They'll never let you leave.

I'm in a department store with a bunch of people. We're trying to escape, but a malevolent presence won't allow it. A few people find an exit sign, but when they open the door, space loops back in on itself, sending them back through a door on the opposite side of the room.

I wake up, briefly, and automatically chain myself back into the dream. I'm standing in front of a set of steps leading straight into the ceiling - a dead end. I take a breath, and hurl myself into the air, over the obstacles blocking my path up the steps. I land on my right foot, spring up over a metal bar, flipping upside down and twisting. I land at the top of the steps.

There's an attic access now. I pause to imagine blue skies, and gently push the melamine panel out of the way. I stand up, and look at the sky. It's nearly blank, with a decidedly greyish tinge. There's a bit of blue mixed in.

I decide that if I fly, the dream will resolve itself. I take off into the air, fly up and up and up. The grey shifts into clouds, and the blue becomes stronger and stronger as I get higher.

A DC joins me in my flight. He has a warning for me, but I don't remember it.

I ponder on how interesting it is that I can turn into other characters in my dreams, and then utterly become the character. I land back on the ground and shapeshift. I'm Neil Caffrey from White Collar.

I wake up again, but I fall asleep right away. I'm back in the dream, muttering about dream-chaining and going over the events of the previous dream so I don't forget them.

I talk to a DC who's supposed to be a newborn cousin. She can say her own name, but is unable to pronounce most words. It's an interesting conversation.

Sears. Scare Factor: 2.