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First dream

It was a dark and unusually grim day. I was in my house, wondering if we're still friends with my best friend. I decided to leave my house. Suddenly I got teleported to an endless corridoor with doors on one side - I had a feeling that I'm in hell. Each door teleported me to different places, until I finally got to heart of darkness and destroyed evil. I grabbed everything that I could to good use except for one, most important thing.

Second dream

I was in some strange abandoned factory with some people. There were enormous reservoirs with some liquid fuel. We were closed down there and had to find a way out. Suddenly huge flames burst out of reservoirs. I had to find a way out before the whole place would explode. I decided to find a controll room that was buried under debris. I dug my way to the controll room, but there was nothing that I could use. I found a huge, humanoidal monster with gray skin and blue eyes instead. To defend myself I grabbed a chainsaw and tried to cut the monster, but it wasn't even scratched by it. With other people we escaped to an enormous ladder and tried to climb up one of reservoirs. Two people got up, I was almost there but monster smashed the ladder with great force. I grabbed edge of reservoir, but I haven't had enough strength to climb up. I asked for help, but no one wanted to help me.

Ritual: Set vibrating alarm for 40m at 6:20am. I don't remember it going off, but I began dreaming that I was trying to fall asleep, until it gradually dawned on me that I was already dreaming. It was 7:19 when I awoke, so given that the dream must have manifested at some point after the signal went off at 7am (since it was not interrupted by it), it could have lasted up to 19m. I'm classifying this as DILD and not EILD since lucidity was not initiated by recognition of the device signal.

DILD: Initially I am on a beach, lying on a sort of cot, trying to fall asleep. There are other people all around me, and their activity and noise is keeping me awake. I mention aloud to someone nearby that I seem to be entering REM state even while awake, as I notice crisp and colorful visuals superimposing themselves over my visual field. Even though the new scene is layered over the old one, it is distinct enough that I can make out details: I am at the edge of a river running through a futuristic city. Some sort of V-shaped flying craft is flying in tripartite geometrical formations up above, the crafts each giving off light colored red, white, or blue, each grouped into a separate section. Is this meant to be a patriotic display?

I do not change position, but the cot I'm lying on becomes a sort of couch as the environment around me resolves into a room full of kids. Someone plays a video on a TV monitor, which annoys me because I am trying to fall asleep and the music is distracting. But then they mention that the video features Jonathan Tweet, and the name sounds familiar. When I remember it is one of my favorite game developers, I take more interest in the video and sit up.

Something makes me think this is a kind of school where the kids are learning lucid dream abilities. One boy, bald, sits to the left of me on my couch and he's trying to test his powers against me. He takes my hand in his, which begins to glow blue, and I realize that he's trying to "crystal" me, that is, harm me with the pale blue light he is creating. I counter it easily, however. This frustrates him and he begins trying to bite me. He opens a disturbingly wide mouth and tries to chomp down on my hand, but I counter him by softening both his flesh and his resolve, so that mouth sags toothlessly and he never completes the bite. We go through this cycle three or four times before I tire of the game and get up.

By now I'm aware that I am already dreaming, and I walk into the next room, recalling my personal goals. [I accomplish a personal task, finding a certain fictional character, then suggest that we become dragons to fulfill one of the TOTYs.]

I lead the way to a window and lift it open. We're about four storeys up, but I jump out without hesitation and spread my arms, letting the air catch me. As I fly off to the left, I focus on trying to develop the "feel" of a dragon body: four legs, wings, tail, scaly skin. I haven't tried this before and the results are so-so, a fluctuating hybrid between the new bodymap and my usual one. I am flying over what strikes me as a mid-twentieth-century city. There are no skyscrapers, just a mixture of low commercial and residential buildings that cover a wide expanse. I recall that the task requires me to destroy a village, but the city below seems too urban to qualify. Would a neighborhood count as a "village"? But my moral qualms kick in, and I hesitate to bring wrath upon an innocent residential neighborhood.

I fly further on, toward the edge of the city, looking for a more remote target, preferably one with few occupants. After exploring the land for a while, I find a spot that, while a stretch to call it a "village," at least satisfies my ethical preoccupations: it is a cluster of buildings around a large industrial apparatus, evidently a manufacturing concern of some kind. I don't notice any people wandering around, so hopefully there are not many on site to be harmed. I can't imagine I'll find a better target (at least in relation to my own concerns, rather than the specifications of the task), so I begin circling over the site, breaking the buildings and bashing them down. Meanwhile I focus on maintaining my dragon form; this takes constant vigilence because it is so unfamiliar, and too easily slips into sensations more congruent with human limbs.

What color dragon am I? I recall that D&D dragons can take many different colors, with corresponding breath weapons. On the ruins of the factory, I test acid and frost breath in turn, trying to decide which feels more natural. I like the effects of frost—after freezing metal walls solid they shatter in a satisfying way—but then I remember that the task specifies leaving flaming ruins in my wake, so I switch to fire. There isn't much in the way of visuals; rather than great gouts of flame, my fire breath is more of an intense heat that makes metal glow red. But I dutifully knock down and burn the factory into rubble.

Afterwards, I hover anxiously over the destroyed site to see if anyone was harmed by my stunt. (I know, I know, I make a terrible dragon.) I do spot someone—something?—running around frantically, but as I peer closer, it does not look human at all. Curiously, it appears to be a small white gem that I take to be a cubic zirconia, attached to a tiny wire loop that looks like it must have once been the pendant of an earring. The sense of scale has been skewing dramatically as I have been peering closer, and now I feel back to my normal human size and form, kneeling over ruined buildings the size of an architectural model. I look carefully and spot two more little gems running around. Unless there are more I don't see, three victims isn't too bad, and at least they're still alive, even if they're looking understandably anxious. (How do gems even look anxious? It was something in the way they moved.)

[I've been concentrating on my task and realize I have lost track of my friend. I look for him and we are briefly re-united before I wake up.]

I've had a lot of lucids, semi-lucids, etc. lately, and I'm so bad at recording them. I even forget some of them. When I first started practicing, I would have said that's crazy talk, but it's like remembering stuff from your day to day life. After you live enough days, the details of what happened during each one get hazy.

I'll record the one from last night, though.

In this particular one, I realized I was dreaming while I was waiting for a train on an elevated train platform that doesn't exist along that particular rail line.

It was dark and stormy at the time, just generally nasty weather, and it was extremely late (like 4 a.m. late/early) and I was thinking about how tired I was going to be... then I realized that this train platform doesn't exist, and I don't work at the job I was thinking about any more.

The weather immediately switched to daylight/dusk. I hopped off of the platform into the air and flew along the train tracks, exploring this new and different rail line. I ran my hands along the metal, along the weeds as I skimmed the ground, focused on the feeling of wind, so I could maintain my thread of awareness.

I flew down into a neighborhood I wanted to explore and found some apartments where there would normally be a metalworking shop. I decided to explore the inside. Inside of the apartment, the walls were sort of orange... everything was decorated like a grandmother might decorate. Sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of tea was a bipedal talking white tiger in a grey-brown trench coat and fedora. He was extremely tall, and he carried himself and spoke with a great deal of dignity.

I decided to see where this was going and told the "detective" that I needed help finding my missing cousin. He was reluctant at first and basically said that he wasn't interested in helping. I was trying to talk him into helping me when my alarm clock went off.

I'll probably run into Mr. Tiger Detective again at some point. Some characters pop up more than once, and he seems like one who will.

I Just Want To Party
I'm outside and I see that PT trainer on my FB. Her body looks pretty damn sexy. I walk inside, and it seems to be a bit of a gathering. I think it's a new year party. I can see food.

I'm now in bed with Joelle. I'm looking at her naked body, and notice that her body is not as toned as it usually is. I'm still attracted to her. I want to have sex with this girl.

I'm walking around and see that Dave and Trev are in a factory with a lot of people. They're celebrating the new year with them.

I'm in a warehouse. I'm in an area where it's higher up. I recognize some people. The PT is there I think. Dave and Trev seem to like it here, but I'm wanting to party a bit more harder, and this isn't the place to really do it in my eyes. I probably would have liked to be at the factory instead.

I see a scene of a natural disaster. It's water going through a town, moving buildings down with the flow of water. A guy sitting down was telling me that something like this was going to happen.


Offered Some Work
Dave offers me work. He changes his story on what I had to do at work. I try and dig for more information on what I'm doing.

I arrive at the worksite with Dave. It's a pretty busy area with other workers doing different trades. In front of me, I see two men, each next to a huge stump, wrapping a chain around it. The chain is wrapped from one to the other. I take a closer look, and notice that the chain has moulded itself into the top of the stump.

Not too far away from the guys that were at the stump is the worksite I'm meant to be situated. It's pretty much just a frame of a house that's up. I see a couple workers on there. I go up a level and am confronted by a 4ft nothing guy. He asks how tall I am, but quickly realizes I'm taller then him and would be allowed on the site. I tell him my height anyways. I notice that the floor is weird, and that it's not the most solid flooring. I feel like something to eat and make some toast. The bread slicers have been broken into halves. I think about cooking some sausages up also. I ask the guys if they want some sausages cooked up. One of the workers thought I was going to cook up his sausages for everyone, and said its cool if we use his. I was going to cook mine anyways. He goes on about his dog and the sausages. He starts acting weird and dancing.

This dream, which I meant to write down yesterday, is a fragment. I recalled some of it yesterday (Thursday) morning. I recalled a more vivid dream this morning which I'll post later in a separate entry.
I was at a factory, where loads of people were shopping at various booths, almost like a convention. At this place were the four Best Friends Zaibatsu, whom my girlfriend and I hung out with, watching video games and anime.
Not the most exciting dream, but I jotted it down nonetheless.

We were riding robots. There were missiles. I or someone else (a female) controlling a robot was fighting three enemy robots. She had to escape but was surrounded. Then she shot a missile. The enemies thought it will explode for damage but turned out it's a shroud (of sand?). She hid and escaped while they're blinded, but one of them is capable of outrunning her.

I was in a factory with slanted glass windows so that whoever is on the upper floors can look down the ground level.

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- Listened to some OBE audio with no words.

First dream

Characters from looney tunes came to reality. For over twenty years they had a factory of bottled water, but when the crisis came there was only one bottle left, and they couldn't produce anyone. I watched the Daffy Ducks retrospection, where he promised to the original founder of the factory that he'll keep the last bottle it'll ever produce safe. The time has come. Daffy was going throuh weird transformations. There was even his clone compposed of pure water. He went to Bugs bunny to talk about the bottle. Daffy was changing rapidly, and he had additional pair of hands. Bugs asked him about that, but he got no answer. The next day everyone was shocked, someone stolen the last bottle of water. I saw the police securing the area of the factory. I was writng a report from action, and signed it "detective Rupert Black".

Second dream

I was an owner of funeral house. I received a call from a client, and waited for him outside. He drove to me in a new, black BMW car. He went out - tall man with brown, long hair. He was wearing black suit, and weird black hat. I took him inside the coffin makers workshop. He took out his laptop - same as mine. I said It seems that we're both using the same equipment. He replied I'm using it since a few years. Then we talked about our business.

Morning of February 8, 2015. Sunday.



My dream starts out in the factory I worked at when much younger, which made Ford Taurus parts. The foreman (and friend) who shot himself is alive again in my dream (as with another recent dream though he is normally a very rare dream character, especially over the last twenty years). I do not see him at first though. There is a factory loft which is like a mini-warehouse which is actually more like the loft at a different job when I worked for the college in maintenance at a large automotive-related classroom.

In my dream there is another foreman (though one level down from the main one whom is not yet present) who seems worried about something. I am apparently going to help him move some larger cardboard boxes in the loft. He does not go up to where I am. One longer box falls to the side (though not to the first floor below - it stops at the guardrail), but nothing breaks, apparently. It soon turns out that no one is supposed to be in the loft or touching any of the cardboard boxes at the time, except perhaps for the higher-up foreman. The penalty is immediate death by a foreman or supervisor.

The lower-level foreman tells me to hurry and leave the premises but then he follows me for a time to help me in my escape to the east as the other foreman has just arrived - and even though he seems somewhat cheerful, we are, in a way, apparently expecting the threat of soon being shot at or killed. We manage to run and keep ahead of the other foreman (though more of a supervisor), though I am not entirely sure of what would have happened had I stayed. After we run around a few unpainted concrete block wall corners after leaving the factory grounds, an unknown Filipino girl joins us. It is possible that she had been in the factory loft at one point or maybe is just a secretary trying to catch up with me in an enquiry relative to my next paycheck.

Even though we had been at Northern Engraving in Wisconsin, we are suddenly running south down Highway Seventeen in Florida (on the east side of it), although the area is more south than where I lived and somewhat unfamiliar. The male jumps on a harvester quite quickly and starts driving it, as we all go about the same speed, continuing southeast. We start to chant “invisible, invisible” (intending to become invisible) - an event borrowed from a childhood dream where I did the same thing (although also sunk into the ground to evade my pursuers). At this point, I actually feel a bit playful and am wondering how far behind our pursuer is. It seems he may have been joined by others.

We have to be more careful now. Apparently, word has been sent out and a group of hillbillies living farther south has been informed. This will not do because Randy Quaid (the actor) will likely be there with his rifle and may be able to stop us. We start running in and out of various small dilapidated hillbilly houses and through the various rooms as Van McCoy and The Soul City Symphony plays “The Hustle” (from 1975). For some reason, one unknown southern girl offers her house to run through. Room after room, I run, zigzagging where I need to, listening to “The Hustle”. The music follows me along cheerfully and playfully, overhead, as if from an undefined but omnipresent sound stage. After I run out through one back door of one small unrealistically-maze-like house I am aware of Randy Quaid (with the persona he had in “Paper Moon” from 1973) aiming his rifle at me from another backyard from near an external hot water tank. However, I am still running, heading east, leaving him far behind. I wonder if the two others had been captured…

Morning of February 5, 2015. Thursday.



This dream is implied to take place in a factory but the setting is actually a larger variation of the Loomis Street house’s living room. It is not an orderly factory. There are at least three rows of employees, north to south, mostly in the north side of the expanded living room. Everything is all over the floor; frayed electrical cords, carburetor pieces, random sections of plastic, small broken appliances such as toasters, smaller tabletops, etc. I am not sure what is being manufactured but I know there are a lot of vacuum cleaners used to clean work areas. There are several other people working, all sitting on the floor. I perform several menial tasks, most of which I do not recall, though one relates to winding up a frayed electrical cord.

One older female supervisor (who also spends most of the time sitting on the floor working on something) gives me the task of taking the front wheels off of all the vacuum cleaners, including any that had been buried and hidden under other junk, apparently for cleaning, due to hair and short threads being trapped in the wheels and jamming them. They are not much like real ones though. There is a plastic part on each side in the front that resembles a Popsicle stick which is screwed on and holding at least three strangely fibrous tiny wheels in place - wheels which seem to have the potential to soften or eventually dissolve. I look for a screwdriver but cannot find one. My dream seems to “reset” and I am back at my task taking off the sections and taking the tiny wheels out, hoping that they do not get misplaced. I do this with about eight or nine vacuum cleaners with more to do.

Once again, I am eventually aware that I do not have a screwdriver and cannot find one. I try to mentally unscrew parts, but it does not seem focused enough to work. (Trying to do something with telekinesis or otherwise mentally causing the event has been common in my dreams since childhood. In some cases, I move on to the next part of my dream even if my attempt to force something does not work and I pretend that it had. For example, after several attempts of mentally forcing my wearing of shoes, I go walking anyway, pretending I had put them on and am wearing them. Sometimes this works. This implies non-lucid dream control.)

I do not want the supervisor (who is dressed as a maid from the early 1960s) to be annoyed with me. She reminds me of Shirley Booth in her Hazel persona (though at least ten years older) though I have not seen her in that show since childhood.

I end up going into what would have been one of the bedrooms but in my dream is instead a factory storage area. There are many small boxes stacked in many piles. Looking more closely, I see that they are possibly all “Flintstones” videos, many possibly VHS (regarding the size of the box). There are also several packages of new trading cards loosely arranged in each so that the packets slide around randomly. This may be an earlier product the factory had produced and discontinued, yet added the cards as an incentive to purchase as “new”. I am still annoyed about not finding a screwdriver. I seem to be aware of a couple Phillips screwdrivers on the floor here and there (though their appearance seems more as a dream within a dream), but I need a standard flat-blade. I spend time rubbing the dust off the video cases with my bare hands (it feels very realistic, the sense of touch being enhanced at this point) as my dream fades.

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The dream started at a small town similar to the Team Fortress 2 map "2fort". A male character did some (four) good deeds there and thought of going to a bigger place to do more good deeds, and he went on a path. At some point I saw some cartoon-like character who looked like a plump, olive-green skinned and more expensively dressed guy who had some companion that may have been a dog and who was in a room with books underground.

The man who did good deeds went past a scarecrow character (Note: I saw the scarecrow much later. More on that in a bit.) and the next part I recall the most of is seeing a very wide plane of green land with a factory on it. Someone was wondering what was inside the tall factory, and I later saw inside it: Somehow, the factory was being sabotaged. I saw one case of sabotage and then later, I saw another: Inside a room some equipment was damaged and somehow either the machines were used for honey or they were damaged by bees; I saw some (but few) bees flying around in the room once the people inside the room (I think) tried to use the machines.

Later I saw someone going back towards the place where the town mentioned earlier was located. He got close to a scarecrow.

Later, I saw a witch touch a character who was walking out the door with her mouth and then I saw another character touch the witch and promptly turn into the same plump olive-green skinned character I mentioned earlier, only he wasn't himself. The same character then said he was reading ridiculous books and this part is a bit sketchy: I'm not sure if he was just talking about one book or more than one but he said something like "like about Polygamy?" and I consciously didn't even know the definition of that word when I had this dream, to my recollection.

I posthumously figured that the witch was turning the employees under her witchcraft to sabotage the factory's machines, though I didn't really directly see it.

DILD
7:00am
I'm in a game and I see the enemies shooting their shock rifles towards me. I fire back and try to combo their energy balls before they reach me. Im up higher now in a building and still fighting. I think I become lucid or semi lucid around this point and must wake up shortly after.

I catch the False Awakening. I'm in a house and decide not to do anything fancy but just stay aware of my surroundings and check stuff out. I see a fridge with writing on it and have a look at what it says. It looked like if made sense from a far but as i get closer, I don't think it makes sense. I hear someone in the kitchen and go and check who it is. As I'm about to walking towards the kitchen I think about eating some chocolate. There's shopping bags all over the floor in the entrance and decide to step around them. I see my brother in the kitchen and don't bother worrying about him too much. I look in the fridge and see a cake. I try to get it out but I almost drop it. My brother comes up to help. I forget about the cake and think about something I wanted to do in a lucid dream. I'll try and convince my brother his dreaming. My speaking in lucid dreams as been slurred since starting again and I try to talk. It works no problems this time. I sound pretty clear. I begin to try and work on my brother. I grab him and tell him his dreaming but he tries to walk away and doesn't want to hear it. I tell him to watch what I'm about to do, which was going to be levitating/flying but I never got the chance to do it. [i felt the dream fading multiple times. I didn't stress too much about it and just focus on what I was doing and it bought back the dream clarity]

Dream Fragment:
1. Im with Kayley and. Marleigh. I need to buy a letterbox. I check a few out as there's all diff sizes. It's a factory.

2. Dad must win some money on the horse racers and I ask him about the other week if he had won. He didn't win.

3. Dad fills the dog bowl with tap water.

Side Notes:
Struggling to remember dreams. Woke up at 5:30am and couldn't sleep for an hour+ which probably worked as a WBTB. Took sleeping mask off as I struggled to get back to sleep and it seemed to do the job and woke up with eyes closed without the assistance of the sleeping mask. Pretty happy with the small progress in lucid dream length as they usually last under min. This one felt as if it lasted 3 mins. Mantras for RC upon awakening is paying off.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am with a group of friends at the entrance of an abandoned factory, which is supposed to be haunted. Some big disaster happened here and many workers died and the place was sealed. There is only one entrance and once inside we have to go through a labyrinth of corridors and rooms with no other emergency exit. The place is so eerie. It is stopped in time, it is dead, it is outside of our dimension. Some of us stay behind, because it is increasingly uncomfortable as we go forward. At some point we star hearing voices and seeing shadows and every body freezes ad is unable to go on when the corridor makes a 90º turn to the left. I know there's something after the turn, I can feel it, but we did come to see what's there, so I gather all my courage and go around the corner and further into the corridor. I see some really dark shades and feel the presences of those ghosts. It is so creepy, the hair on the back of my head raises and I just want to run away. I turn around and return to close to my friends. We decide to not go any further, because we feel it gets darker and darker from there onwards. Instead, we find a room full of valuable stuff that was left in the factory as it was. We start selecting and collecting into bags to take away with us. But the creepy sounds increase and seem to be getting closer and closer. Some guys outside the room tell us we should leave now, they sound scared. We rush to the door, the noises seem like a hord of monsters is coming in our direction. When we get closer to the entrance we came in, there's a lot of debris blocking half the passage. Other friends outside stick their heads inside and tell us that apparently some ghosts have been trying to cut our way out. We start rushing outside, climbing the debris, but I am attracted to a door, a bit behind us. I go back and stop at this closed door, just listening. I hear voices of people inside, going about their work, as if nothing had ever happened to them. I felt they didn't want to hurt us, they just wanted us out of there. They were trapped in that eternal forever and we were strange disruptive energies they were simply trying to shoo away. They let us take the objects with us, as long as we leave for good. They seem to be in peace now.

All I remember was a big factory and having to escape from some zombies or something. I had to get in a minivan that was in a tall garage to drive away.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I'm at a hostel in an old factory brick building. There's an outbreak of some nasty disease which is killing a lot of people and we stay mostly indoors in self-quarantine, hoping for the best. But some people who get infected don't die and simply get very sick, lose their minds and become zombie-like, attacking everybody else. We keep moving to upper levels in the building, until we're barricated on the last one with access to a terrace. The food is becoming scarce. We're on the terrace trying to evaluate how are things outside. We don't see or hear anything for a long time. Maybe even the zombies are gone for good, we don't know.
That's when a van parks on the street in front and a lday comes out. She sees her and engages in conversation with us. Says she and others are looking for groups of survivors like us to join them in a place surrounded by high walls, where they want to start a community. She says there are still zombies out there, they are just weaker and more scattered, so it's ok if we get down and go with her, as long as we limit the time we stay outside. So we join the community. Groups of people keep flocking to it. They had planned a certain population, but the word seems to have passed on, and more people are still coming. This community is quite organized, there's equipment for our basic needs, we're somewhat safe inside the perimeter, with the occasional breach being quickly controlled, some people work on crafts, others cultivate food, others provide medical care. But at some point it starts collapsing due to excessive population, famine and sickness. I walk around the premise and I go check the "food area": there's only cactus and other plants we wouldn't normally eat and I can see most of it are plants that grow spontaneously but not abundantly and are also not very nutritious and will run out fast. I pass by the "medical area" and it's concerning the ammount of people who are sick and undernourished and nobody can help them, because there's no more drugs or possibility to treat them. And just by the side of this area is the morgue/cemetery and that's where things get really depressing. Due to the hopeless situation, people have decided not to bury the dead anymore, but to skin and cut the bodies and use their meat to feed the living. So this cemetery now resembles a slaughterhouse, there's even a kind of (dis)assembly line where the bodies go sequentially through the different stages: undressed, washed, skinned and chopped. I have the thought that this is very much the idea of a tibetan-buddhist charnel ground, but instead of the meat being fed to the vultures, it feeds other people. I am filled with an immense sadness. I wonder why. Is it the people dying? They've been dying for some time already. No, it's to see them dying and immediately becoming meat. It strips them from having had any meaningful existence, they become nobody, they are just heaps of flesh. People have done it to other beings for so long, now karma is doing its work.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was in some game, in some garden area, it was huge. I was giving commands to some creatures and had wings, we were searching for something. It was confusing since place had alot of small pits and corners to check and there was some area that was like forest of vertical tubes. Also there were some enemies that we had to deal with, including some red energy cloud things.

Dream 2(fragments):

There was some event where various celebrities were getting together, but secretly there was a factory hidden that was turning them into something after going through some brutal process.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was going through some set of corridors and rooms and then found some cooking 'side quest' and decided to do it.