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I had a lucid dream. It was fairly vivid.
I was in the middle of a dream when it started to shift and I realized whats up. Then It shifted and now I was infront of my house, late evening. It was getting dark, I looked around asking questions for some reason.
I looked back, the buildings looked a bit different as I expected, I couldnt see clearly.
Anyhow, I tried to manipulate the dream and tested this invisible keyboard, cause I theorized that associations are the best sources to manipulate dreams, but it didnt work, I wanted to make it daytime again I think.
Then I tried to fix my vision, it was like I had no glasses on, so I tried another association, I imagined there is a focuser on the side of my head, and turned it and I almost got a good focus, but then it also stopped working and reverted to glassless focus.
And then I woke up.


So I theorized that associations are the best sources to manipulate dreams. Which partly worked, the first attempt didnt, then the second one kinda did, but then it stopped working.
I'd like to look more into it, come up with new experiments.

This dream was incredibly profound for me at the time. I woke up half-way through the night and had all the details, but then I fell right back asleep. When I woke up for good, a lot of the details were missing, but I still retained some of it. One thing that bothers me about dreams is how profound they can be when you first wake up and have all the details, but through the day, many of them fade into obscurity and no longer seem worth writing about.

I'm on a bus. I'm a younger version of myself. Sitting across from me on the other side of the bus is a really attractive girl. She looks like Vanessa Hudgens from the past. She's talking with the person next to her who I don't remember very well. I begin to notice that she's psychologically playing with me. Whenever she says something to that other person, it has some deep double meaning that relates to myself. I start to feel very divided. I'm simultaneously very attracted, but scared of her at the same time. She seems too smart. It's kind of eerie. I wish I could remember what she was saying at that point, but I can't.

We arrive at our destination (which is like a combination of the house I grew up at and a summer camp). There are a lot of people there (like maybe 50 to 100). I try to talk to her after we exit the bus, but she kind of ignores me and continues talking to the other person. We all part ways and go to some kind of lunchroom. Stuff happens I don't remember. Later, I'm able to finally have a conversation with her. She acts as if she wanted to talk to me all along, but was just waiting for some reason. As we talk it becomes clear that she knows things she really shouldn't know about me. It's getting creepy, yet I'm even more attracted to her cause she seems like an oracle. She says a bunch of stuff, but here's what I remember...

"That suffering you went through when you were younger... I know you experienced some loss. That was supposed to happen. Like it happens to everyone." I see an image of her laying in bed talking in my minds eye. She explains that I'm in some type of trial to test my strength and implies that certain other people are too. This is the purpose of this universe. "Everything is made from a plasma gun. The plasma gun is a projector and it creates the entire universe for you." She seems to allude to this whole thing being some type of experiment. She tells me to hold up my arm in front of me. She takes her hands next to my arm and shows me the size of it relative to my arm. It's only a few inches longer than my arm and it's rectangular in shape. If I had to guess, it's about 2.5 feet long and a few inches in diameter. She explains this is how the universe is created. The plasma shoots out the end of the gun and creates a virtual reality. It's all made out of waves and particles are an illusion. I then suddenly see a white background with the gun itself in my mind's eye. It looks like a huge Juul. The end of the gun has all these swirling colors and images. I then come back to dream reality. I'm speechless. She explains more about how the thing works, but I don't remember it. My mind was blown at the time and I could tell she wasn't lying cause it was like she just hacked into my brain and knew all about me.

I wanted to talk to her more, but after that, it seemed like she wanted to get away from me. The dream kept fading and becoming less and less real until I woke up.

PS: I think this dream happened cause I was watching a video on how CRT screens work before bed.

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.

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Ritual: Ongoing dry spell. I'm not sure what caused my focus and motivation to diminish so drastically, but neither has been sufficient in months to deliberately achieve lucidity. Even when I thought I've been motivated, I haven't been able to concentrate properly, or pay sufficient attention to the stages of sleep. Less attention to dreaming in general means that even my NLDs have become intolerably drab and dull for the most part, and since I've been journaling less my ability to remember dreams has also dwindled. However, this morning I woke up with a dream that I found interesting enough to write down, and I'm posting it here to try to help get my head back in the game.

NLD, "Three Vials": The container in my hand consisted of three conjoined steel vials closed with screwcaps. Each one held a different substance that would change me in some way. I was in a militarized compound full of soldiers and agents of some secretive organization; I was their experiment. Evidently one of their high level people, an old man with grey shoulder-length hair, had decided that it was time for my transformation. I began unscrewing the top of one of the vials while remembering the prophecy:

His breath is the wind.

The method of ingestion seemed straightforward. Breath? Wind? I held the end of the vial to my mouth and inhaled. It did feel like a great wind coursing into me. When the turmoil had settled and I spoke, my voice was changed. It was no longer a human voice, but impossibly deep and resonant.

There were things going on around me but I don't remember the details. I saw a news briefing of some sort; apparently the nation was in a state of emergency. I was being transformed so that I could go do battle, perhaps with another creature similar to what I was becoming. I decided to use the second vial. I had a vague anxiety that I should consume all three vials before someone stopped me: the old man had wanted to go through with the procedure, but I could tell that a lot of the others did not think this was a good idea. I should finish the transformation before someone decided to organize the opposition and restrain me. I recalled another line of the prophecy:

Sunlight fills his heart.

I opened the second vial. At first I habitually started bringing the container to my mouth, but the prophecy suggested that it contained light, so I diverted it to my eyes instead. White light filled them, blinding me. When I could see again, I went to look at myself in a mirror. My eyes were white now, but not an undifferentiated white. The pupils were tiny little pinpricks at the center, literally no larger than if the tip of a pin pricked a hole in a piece of paper. I thought that made sense, given that pupils contract in the light, and they had just been exposed to more light than ever before. The irises were still differentiated, but they were an ivory white and glowed as if with inner light around the inside of their circular rims. The whites of my eyes were now pure white.

I also noticed that my skin had turned white, but not smoothly or evenly, instead it left a mottled appearance, prompting me to comment wryly: "I hope the last vial contains a pore cleanser." No one laughed at my joke. The dream ended before I ever found out what was actually in the final vial.

Notes: There are some straightforward influences, though the dream transformed them into an original scenario. But the concept of putting things to my eyes and mouth clearly derives from the Vive VR game "Accounting," which I played last night. (It was brief and hilarious, I totally recommend it!) Then before bed I was playing Witcher II and noticed how cool Geralt's eyes looked. (I recently finished Witcher I, since I wanted to play all three in order, and just started on II. It is a breath of fresh air compared to the first one.) Having the Witcher series fresh in mind probably also contributed to the concept of drinking potions to achieve transformational mutations.

So, outside of the dream, I should clarify that I was taking a nap while my dad watched X-Files on Netflix in the other room, and I could hear the audio in my room.

Anyhow, the dream started with me as Ant- Man and I was breaking into a building by sneaking in through a sink, and then a doctor was trying to grab me in the sink, and I'm moving around in the sink, the inside of which looks like a smaller model of the bathroom. I then exit through a side drain and enter another room, which looks like a small office, and then the dream shifts to me being outside and I am talking about the job I just did.

I then find myself in my house, and I can hear the audio of the episode of Xfiles my dad is watching, for reference it's the episode "Elegy," the audio from which I could clearly hear and make out in the dream while I was walking around my house in the dream. I had never seen the episode before so that proves that I really was hearing the audio from the episode in the dream since I was able to recall lines from the episode. Anyhow, hearing the audio I realize that I am dreaming and I go to the back room of my house where there is a large window with a view, it's become a habbit for me to look out this window when I go lucid because I usually see these amazing landscapes. As I approached the window, I could see green and I realized that the landscape was really neat this time. I look out and I see the city, but it's surrounded by a massive forest of redwood trees. I look around and the city is filled with these giant trees. I'm really impressed with how detailed it really is, and I leave the room to go to my dad's bedroom where I see him laying down watching a screen floating in midair, but I can still hear the episode of Xfiles playing and in the dream he's watching a completely different show. I concentrate at this point and can clearly hear the audio from the episode, which makes me want to listen to podcasts and whatnot more often when I sleep.

I then leave my house, and see a vacuum cleaner outside. I grab on to the handle, and find that I can ride it like a scooter as it propels me forward. I decide to explore more of my dream on this extremely fast vacuum cleaner, and I visit my middle school. It's around this point I wake up from my nap.

I was driving under a bride, or parking garage or something similar. The surface was wood, and I had to brake suddenly when I saw a group of children. Predictably, I started sliding on the slippery surface. I honked the horn to warn the group I was coming. The adult leading the group, William Fichtner (last saw a few days ago in Independence Day: Resurgence) got them out of the way, and I safely came to a stop. I apologized, and got out. The kids started singing and dancing, and for literally no reason I joined in. I thought to myself that this was a good way of "blending in", and not being noticed (by who?).

In the last dream, I somehow ended up in another universe. That is, a world parallel to ours but with different rules. I recognized this one as a world of "pure evil", one of "reverse entropy" (makes no sense, I know). This world was one of torment, where no drink would satisfy your thirst, no food kill your hunger, and things you wanted vanished when you reached out to them. I was in a street of a big city. Everything had this worn, cold and dilapidated appearance. There were posters on a building, torn off except the bottom quarter. Possibly some construction work on the road. I knew the people in this universe were all mad. I saw some guy, a rather tall and buff one, and spoke to him. I asked him if he was like me, the only sane person in this universe. He took offense, being as mad as the rest of them, and walked towards me in a threatening way. I got mad, really mad at his insolence. I was not lucid, but somehow knew he was my creation, as was the world around me, and I hated him for his audacity to question my authority. I got him wrestled to the ground somehow, and was on top of him. I went off on an evil rant about how I owned him and could make him do whatever I wanted.

There was a previous scene, but suddenly I was in Japan. I thought this was odd, as I didn't travel there, it just happened. I "knew" this was a scene change, as if my dream life was a movie. I was on a bus, I think, and a girl I know, Xiaoxi was there too (she is actually Chinese). Something odd happened. There was a very strange atmosphere. It rained, and I think I saw some kind of lights outside?

I was back at my previous-previous job, and my colleagues (Patrick in particular, Mark too) were suspiciously friendly. They hated me in real life.

I have flashes of a car pulled over on the sidewalk, in a big city. There were kids in the back. I felt a certain someone's presence.

I was in the headquarters of a company I dreamt up in a dream months ago. I could see the name above a door, and it was the same: Gen-Sys. We were in a lab, conducting a levitation experiment . The device looked like a small flying saucer (but more angular), or hi-tech drone. The device was very cold, supercooled even. We turned up the power, expecting the thing to start levitating. There was nothing immediately visible, so I put my cheek to the ground and tried looking if it was at least a *little* above the ground or not. I was frustrated that we didn't have better equipment, implying the company wasn't exactly drowning in money.

In the next section I was still at Gen-Sys, but on one of the top floors, in a classical-looking office. I think I knew it belonged to a higher-up at the company, sadly appearing to imply I wasn't running it. We were running another experiment, using special chairs in two different rooms, the office and somewhere else (a lab, presumably). There were a ton of wires that I was supposed to attach to my head, as well as a VR headset that was someone another component of the experiment. I don't remember what we were trying to do. Perhaps telepathy? Teleportation? Anyway, I pulled the wire a bit and accidentally unplugged the machine. I quickly plugged it back in, but it cut the internet connecting temporarily, making the whole experiment fail. I later asked the scientist I was working with how it turned out. He said it failed when the plug was pulled, and that "Trident shut it down" after that. From context, I guess Trident was an AI managing the building.

Today is 3/26/2015

No dreams recalled

Notes:

• Apparently, adjusting your sleep schedule messes with dream recall.
• Started adjustment phase to reach 11:00 P.M. - 6:30/8:00 A.M. Sleep schedule.
• Ok, I need practice with SSILD. I fell asleep on warmup cycle #1.
• Possibly need to adjust the length of WBTB.
• The volume on my alarm does a great job of gradually waking me up.
• It's going to take a week to adjust, isn't it?

Dream - Lucid

I was working at Target (never worked there IWL). It was a HUGE Target. I was walking around the store when a young lady stopped me and asked me if we had this one belt in her size, which was a weird size, a 70/30. She pointed to a big but short rectangular black belt that had holes down the middle. It was hanging up with a bunch of other belts that were all mixed up. It was the only belt of its kind that I could see. It looked like it wouldn't even fit around most people's waists because it was so short. Maybe it stretched. Anyway, I told her I didn't think we did, but I'd go check. I went to the front of the store and entered an office where a manager, a female, was standing up at a computer and working. I asked her if they had any more of that particular belt in a 70/30. She looked up the inventory on the computer and came up with nothing. Just as I thought, that was the only belt of that kind we had. I went back to find the lady; the store was so big and had so many shelves and aisles, it was like a maze. I found her looking at some dresses that were hung up on shelving instead of on fixtures. I told her we didn't have her size, a 70/30. She then said her size was a 30/70. I guess I had mixed it up, but regardless, we had no more belts like that. She then took a long, flowy, almost prom-like light blue dress from where it was hung up on the shelf. She was going to ask me if we had it in her size, but she then said
"Oh, it's dirty!" I looked at it to see if it was, and did see a dirty spot. She proceeded to throw the dress on the floor.
She asked if we had any more and I said no, we didn't. I looked at the other dresses that were hung up, and there weren't very many, but they were mixed up like the belts were. She started to complain about the store, all while smiling.

Then, there was something about a video game, an online one that had to do with the store, though the content of the game had nothing to do with Target. It was more like an open-world RPG. I was playing and noticed parts of it were closed. I think there was some kind of maintenance or update that was going on. I was then at the store in an office with many other employees where the managers were having a meeting with us about it. I don't remember the meeting or what was said, but after that, I kept coming into work and clocking in when I wasn't scheduled. I'd stay for a few hours, walk around, play the game, or help the bakery (waking life work coming in here), and then clock out. No one had said anything to me about it, and I thought it was ok because I thought others were doing it as well.

Then, I was clocked in not at my scheduled time. I was in the bakery. It was nighttime. I was thinking that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. I then started to think about if I had worked too many hours and I as going to hit overtime. I was also trying to justify myself coming in not on my scheduled time, thinking that at least this time I was helping out and not wandering around the store for no reason. A manager then came up, the assistant store manager. He was telling Taylor and whoever else was scheduled to work something about staying late or leaving early or helping someone else out. I can't recall. But he didn't address me. I figured it was because I wasn't really scheduled to be there.

It was then 9:30 pm and the lights in the bakery all went out. We were closed for the night, even though it was a bit early for that. I guess they wanted to bakery to close early for some reason.

~

I was in the bakery again. It was nighttime again also. It felt a little like my last dream, but I can't recall if the scheduling thing carried over or not. I was about to leave when my grandma walked into the back. Her hair was up in a bunch of tiny buns, and it was blonder and thicker than it is IWL. Wow, she was working at 91 years old! Impressive! I think I "remembered" something about her having worked there for years and years. She wasn't working as a baker or anything though. She was actually working in the meat department. She got out her equipment, a knife and so forth, and started to cut some raw meat off the bone. Her hands were shaking as she did it because of her age, but she kept up. I wondered how the other employees felt about her being there for so many years. Everyone must know who she is, the 91-year-old woman still working in the meat department. I was now standing a few feet away from her. She was stooped over the sink area working. I then noticed she cut her hand a little; I saw her bleeding, but she'd just wipe it off and keep going. I asked her if she cut herself, and she said yes, but didn't stop what she was doing. Maybe she was used to it; maybe it happened all the time.

Then, I was in the bakery again on a different day. I asked someone I was working with, who was working on something on a back counter, if they knew Helen. They said yes. I told them she was my grandma. I don't remember what they said. I asked someone else this as well, and told them that she was my grandma.

~

I was with Dallas at our apartment. I was planting a bunch of vegetable seeds...in my nose. Yes, in my nose. I think Dallas planted some things in his nose as well. I had also planted some in a roll of paper towels in the bathroom, and had planted some in some cardboard or in some other substance in the living room. It was some sort of experiment we were doing on how different conditions affected the growth of the plants. I planted carrots in the left nostril and lots of tomatoes in the right nostril. I also was planting some tomatoes and possibly other veggies in the cardboard/whatever it was in the living room, and watching as sprouts would come up almost immediately after I would plant them. It was really cool to see! I saw a timer at one point that started at zero and as the plant was sprouting, it would gradually increase. I knew I needed to water them and take care of them. I knew the ones in the bathroom would be ok because of the moisture and humidity from the shower when we showered. I was thinking about watering the ones planted in the living room. I was also thinking about how in the world the ones in my nose were going to survive at all.

My nose felt runny and full from the growing vegetables. I even looked in the mirror at one point and saw some weird vegetable growing out of my nose. It looked nothing like any vegetable I know of IWL. It was long and skinny at the top, getting fatter at the bottom. The top was white, and the bottom was brown.

I then had an idea of another place to plant the vegetables, which made a lot more sense than any of the other places I had planted them. I had some white, square dinner plates on the living room floor lined up in an upside down "L" shape. I couldn't plant the seeds directly on the plates, obviously. I needed some soil. Dallas was going out somewhere, so I asked him to get some soil while he was out. I looked at him, and noticed that he was wearing a red and white vertical striped button up with a red emblem on my right (his left) upper side, on his chest, but it was unbuttoned. He had a shirt on underneath it. IWL, he would not wear anything like this; it isn't his style at all, so I was surprised to see him dressed like that. He looked skinnier than he does IWL and younger too. He had no facial hair and a few freckles on his face. In fact, in a way, his clothing reminded me of something Ryan, a guy I dated over 3 years ago, would wear. His looks kind of did too, but not a whole lot.
"You look good!" I said to him.
He really did. He looked very polished and cleaned up.

I was bent over the living room garden when something fell out of my nose. I was surprised at first, and I took a look at it. It was a large, weird looking carrot! It was orange and very fat on the top, getting skinnier towards the bottom, as carrots do, but it looked more "fake", cartoonish or something; it was very smooth. It had some leaves on the top, but not many. It was also slimy from being in my nose. I held it in my hand and examined it. I then exclaimed to Dallas
"THIS came out of my nose! THIS!!"
I was so shocked that something so big could come out of my nose!

I then had another carrot, one from the living room garden. It looked quite similar to the nose carrot, but looked more "real"; it was more rough to the touch than the nose carrot, and also wasn't slimy from the mucus. It looked healthier to me. I was thinking about why that was. I thought about sunlight and water. I think I went to wash the nose carrot off to see if that made a difference, but it still felt smooth to touch. It still didn't seem as healthy as the living room carrot.

~

That last dream was quite vivid, especially when I was looking at my husband while he was dressed in the red and white shirt. Really, all the dreams were pretty vivid last night, I'm guessing because I was so tired and didn't sleep much the night before. All in all, a great night of interesting NLDs.

11:12 pm

I got 3mg melatonin tablets. I'll test them to see if they produce lucid dreams. So far, people have told me that they experienced realistic and/or wild vivid dreams. Also, I was told that 3mg is supposedly too much, as we only need to take 1mg. There is an option to cut the tablet in half, but I will start with the tablet's dose (for convenience; no other reason).

Time and techniques.

I had varied results from using various techniques. None were ever consistent. Results fade away with time, and the techniques simply become repetitions. So far, I've had the most vivid and memorable dreams when I sleep after 6 a.m. and wake up a little before noon.

Alarm.

Dreams also scatter quickly when I use an alarm clock, depending on the tone. When I use music, I quickly forget and just sing or listen to the music. Music also brings various images that could have changed the dream images. LD-related sounds, e.g. "Are you dreaming?", helps me focus on what I was dreaming before.

Light.

I sleep lighter with the lights on, and the dreams also seem more memorable. When the lights are off, I can barely get myself to move to turn on the lights or at least grab a pen and a notebook and "blind write" some keywords. It seems ideal to keep the lights on, but I'm concerned how this will affect the dream process.

Practice.

I won't be working on this daily. I have a limited supply of tablets, and at the same time, I'm concerned how long the effects of the tablet last in the body. I don't want it to accumulate as it could ruin the data for this experiment. I also have other activities IRL. However, I plan to stick to a consistent time for the week for sleeping, e.g. 11 pm the entire week, 3 am the next, and 8 am after.

Techniques.

Test 1: Melatonin alone, no other practices, e.g. meditation or WILD techniques. Sleep before 12 mn.
Test 2: Melatonin with meditation before sleeping.
Test 3: Melatonin with WILD technique.
Test 4: Melatonin with LD-related alarm.

Time part 1.

Test 1-4: Same as above except sleep after 2 am.

Time part 2.

Test 1-4: Same as above except sleep after 6 am.

Start date: Next week, August 6, 2014 (Wednesday).

Being evil is fun ...
The first dream is pretty short and my control was bad, but then I DEILDed and got a much better LD
Also, with summer coming up, I can clearly tell that imma get a lot of nostalgic grand-parents/dad/school/old friends related dreams

Crane Diving

Lucidity: 7/10
Control: 6/10
Vivacity: 6/10

I'm in an apartment, it's supposed to be my grandparent's but it doesn't look like it at all. In the bathroom, I realize that I'm not supposed to be in France just yet. I check reality. I got six fingers. I take a bit of time to analyse my hand, and try to see more clearly how it looks. Sadly the image is very unstable, it's sort of like looking at a confusing optical illusion. The amount of fingers changes from four to six to five to six again. I feel the dream fading. I rub my hands together as I walk out on the balcony. One of my dogs is here with me, and he asks me what I want to do.
"We'll find out," I reply.
I jump off the balcony onto the road. There's a beach at my right. The city that I'm in looks a bit like Miami, but a lot "cleaner".
My dog followed me.
"Coming with me ?" I ask.
I walk under another balcony on the other side of the small street, and then fly right through it. I land onto the balcony, and my dog jumps up to it. He grabs onto the fencing with his little paws and clumsily climbs it.
I look at him for a few seconds to make sure he's ready, and then I start running and jumping from balcony to balcony and from building to building. I can see my dog following me until we reach a crane. I start climbing it and so does my dog, who transformed into my sister. We get to the "arm" of the crane, which is hanging over the ocean.



I decide that I want to dive. I'm a little frightened, the ocean is pretty wavy. It feels like the waves are gators or something, just waiting for me to jump so they can devour me. Eventually, I just let myself fall into the water. I can feel the strong wind as I fall until I reach a wave; I only have time to plunge a few meters under the water before I wake up.


Massive water-bending and telekinesis, being evil

Lucidity: 8/10
Control: 8/10
Vivacity: 7/10

As I try to DEILD, I can already tell that imma have to stabilize that dream a lot: it took me almost a minute to DEILD because I've already overslept (it usually lasts 3-10 seconds).

I land on a high building's roof, in the same city as in the last dream. I look around and realize that the architecture is similar to the one in the game "Mirror's Edge". I rub my hands together.



To my left, there are huge stone carving, like the presidential ones in the U.S.A. The Ocean is still on my right, and I decide to try and water-bend a bit. When the dream becomes more stable, I extend my hands towards the ocean and focus. At first nothing happens and I consider entering sage mode to get more control, but as I think about it, The Ocean's water shoots up in the air, as if there had been a strong explosion underwater.
I don't even need sage mode right now.
I focus a little more and bits water from the ocean slowly gravitates upward, all converging towards a common place in the sky, some 200 meters up in the air.
After a few seconds I can see a ball of water forming, getting bigger and bigger as it is filled with water from the Ocean. I concentrate more to make the ball denser, and the ball condenses to form something similar to a blues crystal ball. The ball gets darker and darker as it condenses, and smaller, too.
The ball could probably fill about three Olympic pools, and I use telekinesis to bring it, over the city.
From the top of my roof, I swing my arms to my right and the water ball comes crashing into a building, destroying it and soaking the streets all around.
There is someone to my left, a guy. I can't clearly remember his face but he had black hair, and he was also dressed in black.
I rub my hands together.
I look at the face carvings at my left and point my arm at it as if I was asking for something, and then move my fingers towards me, just life if I was saying "come at me" in a fighting movie. I can feel the weight of the face carving, but that doesn't stop me from ripping the stone face off the cliff by telekinesis. The huge rock (same size as the building I'm standing on) falls onto the sand (which apparently just appeared there) and probably kills a few persons sitting in it (the sand).
I let go of a malefic grin, and jump to another building.

[...]

We're in the forest, with my (fake) dream guide. I'm walking around and doing some telekinesis on small rocks and other stuff that I can't remember.
I have a false awakening in which I write my dream here on DreamViews, and then wake up for real.

Note: This is a part of a much longer dream, but this is the only part I can remember clearly.

The dream follows on from me and a group of people I don't know escaping a prison facility. We escape into a large mainly metal city, which has a very steam punk/futuristic look to it, with rusty brown buildings and smoke coming from vents etc. we are in orange jumpsuits, and are running from guards in black armour.
Note: I can kind of draw, so I will probably add sketches/illustrate these dreams at a later date.
After running away form a while I get separated from these two guys, and i make my way for quite a while, I manage to find a sort of futuristic police station and commandeer a flying ship (too hard to explain what it looked like) as I fly this ship away to rescue my friends, it transforms into a high tech steam punk glove that looks like a pointed foam finger, which I use to direct my flight over the city.
I land and lose the glove, as I find my friends chained in a line with other prisoners, who have been caught and beat up pretty bad.
I am caught as well and herded into a room where we are sorted into two groups, one group go to a normal prison because they were employed and had family.
I saw one of my friends from school was wearing a black jumpsuit who had obviously switched sides to work with the guards.

My group were to be sent to a lunatic asylum/test facility because we were unemployed and had no family that would miss us. We enter this facility and it actually looks pretty good, sort of like a luxury resort. I meet a girl from my old school and we start having a conversation about her favorite musician.
Then a woman walks in and orders everyone to get on the floor and put their hands on their head, adding that the first to do so would get $500. I comply, as does my friend, but there is a girl who is arguing and resisting the woman and the guards. The woman counts down from 3 and the guard executes her on the spot with a syringe filled with clear liquid.
Then we are told to sit in these seats, in rows like at a cinema. They were large, dark red and surprisingly comfortable.
I notice some more of my friends, all from different times in my life. I am called down to the front along with 5 or 6 other guys for the first experiment.

We gathered in a circle and we each held on to a large syringe in the middle filled with clear liquid. We were told to try force the syringe needle into the person opposite us, we all start pushing, and it's clear one guy is weaker than the rest as we target him.
The syringe punctures his neck, and I think he died from that. Then there was a second part of the experiment; we were told one of us will try to use the syringe again, this meant we had to decide whether or not to let go, because if we did, we could get injected. I take responsibility and make everyone else let go.
One guy is sweating and repeatedly glancing at the needle, so I break it off and put it in a bag, handing it to the guy in charge, feeling triumphant.

I'm in this government type experiment lab, it's as if I've woken up here in this insanely lit up room. I see a person in a white lab coat messing with stuff on a table by the wall. I get up off this table I was laying on and I go for the door and open it and sneak out without that person knowing. I wander through some dark halls that look that of a hotel. The floor is carpeted with dark maroon and navy blue. I turn a corner and see two female workers in white lab coats, they panic with fright at first, but then they turn aggressive towards me and chase me and yell for other people that I escaped and to come get me. I run back around the corner I cam and into this door, and there's another female in a white lab coat and she panics at first then chases me so I run around into another door and shut it and lock it before she gets to me. Then open a different door and see stairs, I run down the stairs as fast as possible and now the stairs are going down in a spiral. I get the the lowest level, and I sneak into the lobby, I see only one worker at the front desk, he's preoccupied by the computer so I make a mad dash for the glass door, and sprint into the streets of my childhood neighborhood. I hear cops sirens coming from a short distance away. I know they're for me. I run straight in the middle of the street and it's a very dark night. For some reason now I have this long stick, and I'm still running towards my old house so I can get cover, but I see this man in the distance but its dark I just see his silhouette. I hide my stick behind me but at first it's side ways so I think her can see it, So I put it long ways behind me. Then I come up to him and I expect him to attack me, but he asks me what the fuck am I doing and I tell him that people were after me and now the police are coming for me, then he says I can hide at this place he was heading. So I follow him just to the left into this building lit up from this inside with gold light. When we are in I here people singing in unison. I think it's a church. He takes me passed the other people and into this back room, he tells me I can go to sleep in here. I see this woman who looks to be in her late 50's sleeping on this bed, and there's ratty blankets all over the floor and a teen girl laying in one area, and a young boy about 7 laying on the floor behind the door beside a open sliding closet. I take care not to wake up the older woman, I fear she'll freak out that I'm in here, but the girl and boy are awake and smiling at me, they seem happy to have a visitor, the girl motions me over to sleep by her, so I walk quietly over, but the older woman slightly wakes up and looks at me. I expect her to kick me out, but she just seemed annoyed that I was up and she told me to lay down and get to sleep so I do, even though the blankets are so cold, so I lay near where that girl warmed the floor blankets.

I was in a dream place. I remembered doing MILD, and I was like "oh I am obviously in a dream" without doing a reality check. I was, so I walked around my house telling people they were apart of my dream, and they said yeah but didnt really care. So I decided to find a way to wake up in my future dreams, so I closed my eyes. When I did this I tried to open them, but instead I felt the muscles IRL trying to move but paralysed. I could not see, and could not open my eyes for 2 or 3 seconds. It was not scary, but interesting and so amazing.

I will call this my official fully remembered, in control, lucid dream.

First dream was pretty long, sadly can't remember most of it.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was in some lab, kinda like scientist, and i was searching something specific. Lab looked kinda old-ish but had multiple floors, alot of tech and teleporters. Then there was something about experiments and then some agents came and were interrupting us, one of them had ability related to ice. Then there was problem with our leader so we were trying to figure it out.

Dream 2:

There was a story about a soldier returning from the war only to find out that government did changed and does bad things. There was some religious announcer shouting things on the street. Then soldier started talking to mayor about this and while talking noticed ice in one of houses, which he thought was left by an hiding enemy, he found a nice looking sword in the house.

Time Lucid - 15 seconds
Non lucid - grey text
Semi Lucid - red text
Lucid - blue text

I was walking in the car park of Kelly's Hotel, and I did a nose plug randomly, which worked. I was now Lucid and remember about what Billy Bob mentioned in one of his tutorials (Go with the flow of the dream, continue what you were previously doing). I continued to walk down the street, but I was thinking about too much maybe? I felt myself waking up and tried to DEILD.

Side note:
As I attempted the DEILD, I made my breathing heavy, way to heavy for my liking. It was doing it on auto-pilot, and figured there's no way I will enter a dream breathing like I was, and woke myself up.