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I'm only going to write from the point of lucidity on. I don't really remember before that too well.

I look down at my hands and oh look, I have six fingers. What I want to know is how and why that seems to work every time. It just seems weird. Anyways, I become fixated on my hands. It would seem like my mind just does not want to achieve my main goals. As I am trying to get my sixth finger to feel sensation as this can sometimes lead to adding bigger and better limbs. I look up for a split second and when I look back down my hands are covered in those was-off pokemon tattoos. Maybe those darn sisters of mine snuck in when I wasn't looking. And some of my fingers are stuck together. This actually probably comes from a conversation my mom was having with my sister. Anyways I thought the fingers were cool but after awhile I decided that I would just tear the skin and separate them.No problem there. Then I decided I would take it a step further. This time I decided to remove an entire finger. First I have to break the bone, apparently my master separator does not go through bone. Luckily the bone broke cleanly and I tore off the skin. Turns out my hands don't have blood, but more like the guts from the little aliens in MIB. I woke up immediately afterwards.
Apparently my brain thought I was taking a nap. Stupid brain. Oh well, I'll take what I can get.

04.02.2013

Preliminary Horse Lineup (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a stadium that didn't have too many people sititing on the bleachers, but I'm within the playing fied with light brown dirt/sand. There's this mini-trial to see who can better control a horse to be a contestant for a horse race that will be starting tomorrow.

It seems kind of weird having to face against someone tomorrow that would already have more experience than any of us that participated in this pre-run. There were many dream characters that tried to control their pace with the horses, but nearly all of them failed.

Horses were like rodeo bulls, with as much rage to fling their whole bodies literally STRAIGHT UP, thus throwing off riders with ease. It was my turn, and I felt kind of scared. The horse I had to tame or at least ride around with was a brown horse with a nice fur shine to it. It had a black mane and tail, and pure black eyes with white reflections on them.

I get on it, and surprisingly, this horse is following the majority of my commands without going crazy on me like the other riders. I tried to use my very limited knowledge of controlling horses, and focused on my feet and the way I stroked its mane. I gently rubbed my feet forward to make it move forward, then to make it turn to the left of this very limited environment, I slowly tapped my right feet to the left and slightly dug its skin gently towards the left. It complies with my orders, and I basically end up doing random things with it.

Basically, this horse was the most peaceful, probably because it liked me the most. I started swaying my hips left and right, and the horse is doing the same. This whole scenario with me doing random commands with my hands and feet reminds me of the ANDREAS HELGSTRAND - WEG2006 Freestyle Final Video I watched when my Chemistry professor showed it in class in High School:

So I was slowly guiding it in an oval path, and then I was qualified to participate in the race. I felt kind of shocked to be picked, and I haven't had any practice whatsoever, at least any dream recall of me doing some kind of activity where I am practicing for horse racing.

So in the mean time, I believe I have another dream as a sort of vacation from all of that competition just now....

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04.02.2013

Azula Chokes Me and I Lick Her Fingers Sexually (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So apparently I'm sitting with Azula from Avatar, and in this dream, she'll be age Infinite, therefore, that prevents me from feeling insecure of what I did to here.

You hear me Dream FBI?? YOU HEAR ME?

Anyway, I did something to piss off Azula, or maybe it could've been an intentional thing to start getting into this whole.....err....how do you say....(never mind). She gets pissed off at me, she picks me up with her right hand and starts to lightly choke me. She tightens the grip a bit more and tells me,

"If you ever do that to me again, I'll..."

I want to say that she said "I'll kill you," but I don't think she would be happy if she started disposing me and having to find someone else to play with.

Whatever it is that she said, I get a little scared and turned on by this. We were in an area that was very dark, and I remember two blue flames to the left and right of her as she holds me up. She slowly lets me go down, and she sits on a couch or some kind of furniture.

I started getting submissive, and I felt as if she wanted me to do something sexual to her. I don't know, I just had this weird hunch that she would automatically go from dominant to submissive.

I can't even string together how this felt.

I start cudding with her, yes, I was cuddling with this fictional character,

So I wrapped myself under a blanket with her, and she puts her right hand in front of me, showing her slightly sharp nails at me. I slowly licked her index finger, and then started to taste the salty sweat saturated all over. It wasn't completely wet, but it was strangely a turn on to lick a female's fingers.

Then it went OVERBOARD when I clasped her right hand together and slowly engulfed her fingers a bit more. She slowly pushes it down my mouth, and my tongues starts going crazy licking every nook and cranny of her hand, every crease it can reach forwards and backwards.

The salt from her hands, and feeling her soft skin in my mouth......it's hard to put into words what's going on in my mind. So I take her right hand out of my mouth, and the slobber is going down slowly on the couch...

I forget what happens next, and I'm kind of glad I don't remember lol. It would be weird having sex with someone that could kill you with firebending if you didn't satisfy her enough. LOL.

Ugh....scary thought, but seriously though, I can't believe I did that.

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04.02.2013

Azula Sets up Traps (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm with Azula, and this time, we're outside at some Aztec type of environment where it's very sunny outside. She had a random plan to collect all the males, except me, to be trapped and knocked out.

She had some wooden objects way up some columns where if the males went anywhere near them. They would be picked up by some weird object, then slide down to the bottom and become unconscious by gas.

Not sure what's going on here....

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04.02.2013

EPIC Horse Racing (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So now that the dreams I had before this dream are now over.....

I'm at a larger stadium than the previous dream I had with the brown horse. It's still my companion for this race, and I felt an overwhelming feeling of confidence rushing inside of me from the large crowd.

Compared to the last dream where there's barely anyone in it, seats are now completely full, and I can passively hear their roaring of cheers. The place is dark with stadium lights fixating only on me and the opponent I was going against.

Apparently it was a man who was at least 6 feet tall, and he's wearing a red sweater and black pants. He's smiling for the crowd, and he looks at me. He still sustains his smile, which makes it hard for me to judge how he feels having me here as his opponent.

We both get on our horses, and before everything starts, I see what's in front of me for the course. There was this long white, flexible object that would split both of us so we either had to take one side and go along with that side for the rest of the course. The race starts, and I decided to take the left side. Things get pretty tense quickly, and I feel as if I'm not even controlling the horse most of the times.

I was interchanging with specator mode and third person mode, analyzing the environment around me, checking to see what would be apparent beyond my horizon if I were to stay in third person riding my horse. I see there's a small gap that extended for at least 5 seconds where my horse and I could move to the right side and trick out opponent into slowing down.

I shift back to third person and decided to move to the rightside, and I'm still passively acknowleding the lights flashing around the stadium, but that's most likely because we're going at insane speeds with our horses. The opponent was a male and then suddenly turned female for the majority of the match.

I could also see my perspective in spectator mode panel over to her side in the front, and her mouth and face are going backwards a bit from the wind from the speeds. She's holding on to her horse for dear life, like, she's literally hugging the horse's neck as much as she can.

Our Horses basically go on autopilot, and I'm not in front of her horse. Her horse decided to trip us all, but everyone gets back up, proving that trick wouldn't work on me. We're finding getting close to the finish line, which apparently would be beyond the double gray doors at was at least 100 feet away from us (with our speed, that would be accomplished in a matter of seconds).

It was weird, whenever I shift perspectives, like spectator mode, everything was normal pace, like some kind of time dilation, and then when I'm in third person mode, it's very quick and hyper. We crash into the double gray doors, and we both fall down with our horses. I had a feeling that having our horses to the finish line wasn't necessary, so I quickly ran to the finish line.

Even though I touched the wall after the "FINISH" undernearth me on a ramp going upwards, I noticed my opponent was 1 second late from reaching the wall as well. I didn't hear anything as yet to signal that I won the race. Then I realized, we needed our horses.

Her horse was way closer than mine was. I decided I have to somehow bring my horse or at least touch one of its hooves and quickly bring it along while I touch the wall again. I do so, and my opponent is almost getting there before me. In fact, she did, and then she turned into a male again, this time, a dark-skinned male.

He looks at me as I felt miserable for almost losing after having so much effort being put into this race, and I felt that he started pretending that he couldn't reach the wall out of sympathy for me?

I quickly take the oppportunity to touch the wall and won the race. After a while, I started talking to my mother for some weird reason, and then informed her that I won the race and that it would go my funds for college. I couldn't remember the prize money at all, or even recall reading any flier that had the prize money for the 1st place winner of the race.

I think it was at least $1,000 for 1st place, and I felt as if this was so real and that this would help me so much that I did something as random as horse racing to get this kind of money in my posession. I saturate myself into this pseudo-reality, continuing my assurance that this dream was a reality, and just went completely blank in content that I can't remember what happens next.

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04.02.2013

Pre-Calculus Math Class (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being in a room that's in front of a math class I had in my last High School. I saw the blonde teacher that I had in waking life, and she's wearing a light violet shirt with blue jeans.

There's some student that's flinging things at people, and the teacher notices this and gets annoyed by him. I peek over and watched the whole scenario, and she's going to turn around to write more formulas or something on the black chalkboard.

Okay.
I whined about dry spells yesterday, then I had another brief lucid.
The differences is that I didn't wake up right away and I already knew I was in a dream before I fully went lucid.
The same is that I forgot to stabilize, goddamnit.

I was on the Cave Story Tribute forum. I receive a message from one of the members saying that my signature is against the rule. For some reasons my signature have a Futurama picture. Have I mentioned that I am sitting in the room that I physically sleep while I had the dream? The only difference is that it is now on the middle of a city.

Then my computer acted up, but I managed to close it down. I noticed the light was on for the first time. Then I saw my reflections on the screen and realized that the clothes didn't match up (I wore a Hawaiian shirt), so I became partially lucid. My roommate woke up, which meant a DC added to the equation. He asked me something and I intentionally allowed myself to say something very idiotic, which satisfied him and he went back to sleep. I realized I can't actually speak, and I tried to utter something until I could. Then I did the nose plug and it seemed weird, but I don't really know. I walked out the dorm and counted my fingers, and found out my left hand has extra fingers.

There was another door in front of me, and when I opened it it lead to the outside. There are roads on the left and a power plant in front of me. I jumped down from the fire escape stairway I was standing on. I tried to jump over the fence but it was too tall. Then I tried to find a way around it but I woke up first. Then it dawned on me I forgot to stabilize. Argh.

around 7 to 8 a.m.:

I felt like I was pulled through my toes while I'm lying down. I see a lot of glitters. Sparkling. Not bright but distracting. I thought "Finally, I'm aware as I am about to fall asleep!" The feeling of dragging stopped. I smiled. I knew i'm in a dream now. I "woke up" in a strange place. My feet is hanging from the knees down on a cabinet. The rest of my body is "lying" on thin air. I said this is a dream, so I should be able to go through the wall. I pushed "up" with my face, but got stuck. I can't go through the wall. Starting to lose awareness. Told myself I'm aware while I'm dreaming. Not very helpful.

"Blacked out" due to lights, i.e. moving sun. Still got glimpses of light and images. Tried to morph my hands. The most it did was glow white and more fingers. Tentacly. Losing awareness. Decided to just observe. Still no good. Glow. I asked Master Zombie to appear and teach me. I saw the Isetann grocery where I did that test yesterday. Fell asleep.

Dream: Dorm. Travel. Orange. Glow.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I was half-asleep a few nights ago and got some nonsensical imagery of flames, elephants and fruits, cherries being one of them. I then got the random idea to set a cherry on fire in an upcoming lucid. I didn't plan on doing it this soon because I had more dated goals, but in this LD, my logic wasn't completely turned on and my memory of waking life events wasn't too good. When lucid, I thought about what I wanted to do for a few moments, and only remembered to do the cherry thing. If I had the awareness I would've done something else, but...

A final note, I had this dream after waking up in the middle of the night for two hours, feeling really sick, then going back to bed when my stomach settled down. I did a few RCs and awareness sessions during this time. As for the dream itself, I was pretty tired and fell asleep right away, so I'm surprised I remember as much of it as I do.

I was in my "house", except this wasn't quite my actual house. It was a single square room, probably only 15x15 feet, and it was darkly-lit so I couldn't see what kind of flooring it had. I did see the walls were a lighter blue with a slight green tint, and the molding around the ceiling and along the floor was white, and relatively plain. The room was divided in two equal sections by another wall, of the same color, that ran from one side of it to the other. It had a large, clean rectangular opening so that if you were to look at the wall, you'd see the other half of the room. The opening in the dividing wall must have been three feet tall and six feet wide, and positioned more to the left side. On the right was a basic open doorway, with no door.

I was standing on one side of this wall and looking at the other side; it consisted of a basic kitchen countertop, white in color with dark wooden cabinets. There were no chairs or tables, or a fridge, just the counters. The center of the room had a warm yellow light shining down on it, which dissipated towards the walls of the room. In the half of the room I was in, there was little lighting except a bit coming in from a window. When you looked out the window, you could see a very dark, pale blue street with snow. That seems to be a common setting for houses in my dreams.

I leaned up against the opening of the wall and put my arms over the foot-thick structure; I became lucid as I did this. I noticed the appearance of the opening change a bit; before it was just lined by the blue-green wall, but now it was lined with polished, lighter wood (bamboo-color?). It was like the lining of a windowsill. I counted my fingers, one, two, three, four, five... But I knew better than to assume anything by just using the finger check, so I plugged my nose and I could breathe; the air felt still and it was room temperature. I also noted the location I was in, and then realized it was a combination of my old house's living room and a kitchen.

For stabilization, I took a few steps back and looked at the wood on the rectangular wall opening; I could see a few small holes in it, probably the size of thumbtack heads, but it wasn't littered with them. I then put my right hand on the wood and moved it along, seeing how it felt. It felt like polished wood, where there was a bit of friction and it took slightly more effort to move my hand. It was realistic; the more intensely I observed the wood, the cooler it felt. I then rubbed my hands together and tried to think about what my dream goals were; after ten seconds I remembered wanting to set a cherry on fire, so I held my right hand out in front of me, forming a fist. After doing this, I moved my thumb out to the right and my last for digits downwards a bit, imagining a cherry to roll up a bit from inside my grip. A maraschino cherry appeared; it was bright red like the real thing, but the stem was half the size it should've been, and it was very slightly transparent, making its color a bit lighter than normal. I looked closely at it, then started to use pyrokinesis. I imagined warmth coming from the cherry and saw that the places where my hand was touching it ripple outward slightly, and these ripples glowed orange. The left and right of the cherry then started to show a sleek flame coming up from either side; this flame was mostly red-orange but also had some yellow blended in.

It took about a minute to get a flame to fully encapsulate the cherry, but I did it. The flame was very realistic and seemed to come mostly from the bottom and rise up and around the cherry, but a few smaller licks of fire came from in between the fruit and where I was touching it. I'd never seen so realistic flames in a dream before, so I was mesmerized! I didn't feel a burn from the fire coming from the cherry, but just a slight 'fuzziness', as if I was rubbing my fingers against a chalkboard.

The cherry looked the same as it did initially, not burning or anything. But as the dream started to end, I popped the cherry into my mouth. It tasted like pure white sugar. The outside was crispy as if it had been charred, though when I was holding it before, it was soft and visibly unaffected by the fire.

I tried a DEILD, but it failed because I accidentally opened my eyes!

I stood in the loungeroom counting my fingers. "1, 2, 3...4 ...5... i think? 1, 2, 3.. gah this is hard! Wait - what if i'm dreaming?" my inner monologue rattled off

I nose RC, whoa! I am! I stabilise, grabbing the wall and rubbing my hands all over it, feeling the orange peel paint texture under my hands. I look around at the loungeroom, trying to understand what's off about it. I immediately notice the books, piles of them stacked to the roof of a plethora of colours. It was messy, but kind of artistic and pretty, in a sense. I walked over to the window and looked out at the sunshine, focussing on my hearing, something I'd never done before in a lucid. I noticed the chirping of birds outside, coming in through the front door. I put my awareness into the sense of touch, and felt the weight of the clothes on my body.

I turn around and walk out into the kitchen, observing how realistic this dream is - I didn't have a hint of my usual top-heavy feeling, I was very stable and anchored to my dream body. I looked at the counter and saw a glass, it was somewhat dirty but I figured I'd use it anyway. Instead of picking it up, I simply made another one appear in my hand. I thought about opening the fridge to get a drink when I realised - Why bother?

I focused my intent on a drink, and found my glass half full with red, bubbly creaming soda. I took a sip - it tasted great! I thought for a moment, I should focus on my sense of taste! I increased my awareness to my mouth and changed the flavour, it became an incredibly strong, creamy malt flavour! Damn! I put the glass down and pondered what to do. I looked out into the back room and saw some sort of boxes, it wasn't my usual back room. I walked out to take a closer look, and the dream faded almost instantly.

I woke up, and went to write in my DJ. I took it out into the family room, it was day time. I open it up and put it down on a table. It was one of my old ones, with all sorts of ruled margins and drawings of strange monsters in it. The handwriting was really fancy. "Wow I wrote so much neater when I was younger." I struggled to find a spot to start writing my dreams, and kept flipping pages - until I woke up. Should have RC'd as I woke, to avoid the false awakening.

Throughout this dream I was in a very different state of mind - my consciousness and thoughts felt as though they were those of myself, but from 4-5 years ago, when I was first into LDing. This matches the dream journal that I recognised as my old one, though it was a false memory. I had another couple of dreams after this where I felt the same way, but they have since shifted back to normal

I had a dream about a cousin of mine, I was single and was going to ask him out ((LMAO..dont even like him!!!)) I was at my mom and dads house and my cousin was at his house ((he wasnt my cousin in my dream, just a friend)) I went over to His place..i was wearing a longish pink flowery skirt, we sat in his room and watched a film on tv. His dad came in and asked me to change my earphones because mine wasn't working ((not that i was wearing any lol)) I tried them and he was right they didn't work, his dad laughed and said "you didn't turn them on properly" My cousin put his hand on my leg and i lifted my skirt a little. I had to go back to my mom and dads house My uncle was there i think it was my uncles birthday party , my aunty was there aswell. I was scared to ask my cousin out, i thought about what to say but never ended up asking him. I went back to his house, i couldn't find him so i went upstairs to his room and sat down.I got my mobile and was going to text him but then he came up and came into the room. I said "i was just gonna text you then" I looked on my phone and there was a text on there that i hadn't sent it said "where are you?" He then got his phone out and said "whats your number and we can exchange" i looked at my phone and then woke up.

Dream 2: I was at a restaurante with someone else and was getting some food, we had a choice of cooked fingers or cooked legs ((lol)) I had the fingers, the fingers were smaller and had less meat on, the other person had the legs ((yuck))

Dream 3: I was in the bathroom with my hubby, he was having a shower and I was on the floor doing something. Suddenly my hubby threw his soapy foam at me and it landed straight in my eye, I said "you done that on purpose" he said "i didn't" and then he began laughing as he thought it was sooo funny

I had a dream about my next-door-neighbours, i was in their house, the bloke was shouting as if he was really angry at me for something then he stormed off and shut the door, ((they were in one room and i was in the next room)) There was a little triangular window in their door so i creapt up to it and peered through, i could see a wooden table and chairs and the bloke and his mrs were talking about something. The bloke was very very angry, i remember something about "breaking" ((not sure if i broke something or if they did)) The bloke kept shouting at me, i remember thinking he was going to kill me because of how mad he was.

Lucid dream

Ok so i woke up about 3 am, i kept my eyes closed and didn't move and i got the buzzing and slight twisting feel, anyway i woke up ((FA)) i thought "ahh never mind maybe i'll do it next time" i decided i'll go to the loo and get a drink, anyway i got out of bed and my hubby's hand tried to grab me i thought "thats weird, i thought he was fast asleep" anyway i thought nothing of it and walked to my door to reach the landing light and turn it on, i felt for the switch and "clicked" it and NO LIGHT!!! at that moment i thought "I must be dreaming" i thought "ok ill try the girls light and see if that works" so i leant across trying to reach their light but before i did i felt someones fingers tickle the top of my head and a scary noise at the same time like a "woohhh" sounds at that moment i thought "ohh god, this IS a dream" still a little un-nerved from the fingers that touched my head i panicked and rushed to the side of my bed, i looked at the floor and thought "i need a hole in the floor to teleport myself somewhere else, to a nice place" i watched waiting for something to appear but nothing ((i thought if i just thought about it it would happen)). Anyway i then made myself away from the bed, i walked towards the open wardrobe we have, my sight had gone a little fuzzy and blurred again now but i remembered from reading on here how to fix it so i rubbed my hands together and said "clarity now!" OMG it worked...my sight got alot clearer and it was like a light came from somewhere making it brighter and my vision was clearer yet still a little hazy. I then touched the bedroom wall ((i could actually feel the paper)) i remembered peeps on here have said to do that as it helps stabilise your dream, my vision got hazy again and i woke up but OMG I done it after about 2 years of trying, now i need to work on staying calm, the fingers on the head really freaked me out though LOL.

Being able to controll a dream and not having a horrific experience is so amazing, i have achieved this a few times but not many, the other lucids i have had i have not had much controll in them and i always have the bloody grimreaper out to get me LOL

I started out doing what I was doing before I fell asleep, which was working on homework for school on my roommates computer. Only I am on her computer in what looks like an elementary school classroom. With a whole bunch of desks you can put things in. My boss (irl) Charlene and friend from school (irl) La La are randomly there too.

Suddenly Larry C. (friend from school irl) runs into the door way armed with some kind of weapon that looks like a taser, Charlene and La La seem to know exactly what is going on and start running for the door. Before they can get there Larry fires hitting all of us with some kind of medical suction cup and begins electrocuting us.

I fall instantly to the floor in horrible pain, writhing as the jolts go in waves through my body. I the suction cup begin to get warm, hot, and then start burning. Soon my whole back is hot, and my muscles are so tense they feel like they are going to snap. La La begins to say how she can not believe that a "Burn-y" is so intense. I figure she has been shocked more than once, and that this is not even the worse of it.

It seems to go on for minuets but finally subsides, leaving me as an exhausted, fried heap. Charlene is up in an instant and grabs me saying "Get up we gotta GO!" I can barely move my body at all but force myself to my feet. She begins to put me towards the door but I resist saying "No I have to eject my hard drive first! I can't leave yet!" She lets me go to the computer and eject my drive. They keep giggling at me in almost a mocking way. I realize they are laughing at me because I am white.

After I get my drive we run out of the room and down a hallway. I start hearing small beeping noises as we are walking, and think that there must be motion detectors along the floor. So I jump and begin to glide through the hall way using my arms to keep myself buoyant and to steer.

We leave the building to see the entire "gang" (or whatever) that is trying to attack us. I jump again and try to gain distance above them, but I can't get enough air. I am high enough to stay out of reach as everyone grabs at me but I am sinking in the air.

I end us where the leader is. He is much larger that everyone else and quickly snatches me out of the air. He holds me up by my wrist and gives me a look. I know he wants to break my fingers so I begin to try and wiggle away.

That is when I wake up.

Original Date: 3/6/2011
Type: New - Lucid
Dream:

I was in my living room (not exact, but it was mine) and everything was so realistic, like no dream I have ever had (and mine are usually pretty vivid, yet a bit cloudy), so crisp. I suddenly thought about dreaming and how I might be, my body felt weird in the dream, like tingly and light. So I actually remembered to do an RC! (This has never happened to me!) So I did the one I like the most, I looked at my hands and counted my fingers. At first, there were 10, so I was going to stick my fingers through my hand, but decided to count again... and this time there were 11, my pinkie finger on my left hand had an extra finger!! So then I knew I was dreaming.... I was trying to get a handle on it, and stabilize myself, but I was so excited, I could feel myself sort of getting pulled in and out of the concentration of the dream. - Now for some reason, this is the part of my dream that confused me. I went to the kitchen and decided to "roll out of my body" and rolled onto the floor (and I could hear my real body falling on the floor in the bedroom. I wanted to go look at my real body sleeping, but I got distracted with something else.) and then the last thing I remembered was going back into the living room, laying on the floor face down, and closing my eyes. I could then hear someone walking/stomping their feet and coming closer to me, I was terrified, and then (still with my eyes closed) I could feel them grabbing and pulling on the back bottom of my shirt, trying to yank me. I was really freakin scared at this, I had the urge to twist around and kick them away from me with my leg, but I was so scared that I woke up.

Feelings:
Excitement, experimental, memory, fear, scared

Objective Context:
A week ago I was reading "School of Out of Body Travel - 1 A Practical Guidebook" and wasn't really having success and was busy throughout the week, so I stopped my attempts. I have also been getting into the habit of doing RCs all throughout the day, usually counting my fingers and sticking them through my hands.

DJ Log: September 13, 2010 – Morning, 5:00AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

(Note: I forgot to take my B6, Ginkgo, and fish oil with my dinner, so I took them at about 9:30PM, which caused me to have many issues falling asleep. I stayed up for a few more hours that I would usually stay up, reading a few articles on DV before my eyelids became heavy. I crawled into bed around 4:00AM)

I am standing in a a house trailer that belongs to my grandmother. I am quite familiar with the layout of the rooms and everything inside. I immediately became lucid, as I know my grandmother had passed away many years ago and her trailer is no longer a place I would visit. My mom was in the living room, and I was standing in front of the breakfast bar in the kitchen. I talk with my mom for a bit about why we are here. She explains that my grandmother was in the hospital and we were here for a visit. After talking a bit more, she walks back into the bedroom. I walk out into the living room and lay down on the couch to watch some TV, but the remote control will not work. I put the remote down and got up to push the buttons on the TV. The buttons do not work. I check the power cord to make sure it's plugged in, and everything looks like it's connected. After staring at the blank screen for a bit, trying to make it do something, I gave up. No TV! I lay back down on the couch and drift off to sleep. (Note: dream within dream.) I was having a short lucid dream, of which I cannot recall any details, when my mom came in the room yelling about something. I don't recall what she was yelling about. I woke up from the embedded dream, sort of irritated, and yelled back at my mom. I said, “You ruined a perfectly good lucid dream, please stop yelling and leave me alone for a little while.” While I was yelling, I raised my hands to make gestures and saw that my fingers didn't look quite right. After yelling, my mom went back into the bedroom, grumbling under her breath. I look at my hands again and count 7 fingers on the left hand and 8 on my right. My fingers were quite deformed. They were skinny and bent around, some of them crossing over each other. I began rubbing my hands together briskly while I stand up and walk toward the bathroom. The first thought on my mind was, “Find a mirror! I have a definite mission to complete."

I enter the bathroom and look into the vanity mirror, while rubbing my hands together to help keep things stable. I am trying to remain calm and collected while my face quickly melts down and my eyes fall down below my nose. I observe for a few seconds before looking away from the mirror to look at my hands. I stop rubbing my hands and look back into the mirror. My face is moving in and out as I breathe, gaining more depth in the third dimension with each breath. I slowly raise my right hand in front of my face and my fingers flew off and go into my right eye socket. There are a couple of very long skinny fingers still attached that are trying to go up my nose. I lower my hand slightly and all of my fingers come out of my eye socket and reattach to my hand. When I raise my hand slightly, my fingers go into my eye socket again. The repeatable transition point seems to be once the fingers raise past the nose in the mirror. I raise my hand higher and my whole hand goes into my right eye socket, all the way to the elbow. All of my fingers begin falling out of my nose, bounce off the sink and go into my left eye socket. I lower my hand slowly and all of my fingers reattach themselves.

I continue to stare in the mirror, watching my eyes stretch so wide my eyeballs almost fall out. Suddenly, I hear someone call my name from outside the bathroom. I look at the door, and notice that I had forgot to close it completely. I run to the door and push it shut the rest of the way. I walk back to the vanity mirror and decide to stretch it all the way down to the floor so I can walk through it. Feeling a bit rushed because I know someone is walking toward the bathroom, I grab the bottom of the mirror frame and pull it firmly towards the floor. The mirror offers some resistance, but complies with the stretch. While pulling the mirror down, the sink and cabinet disappear into the floor. As soon as I finish stretching the mirror, an older guy walks into and through the bathroom, into a connecting room. He is giving me the “death look” as he walks by. I stare back at him with a very defensive, angry glare while he passes. I look back at the mirror and touch the glass. My fingers pass through the glass without any resistance. It is very cold on the other side of the glass. I take a step back and walk into the mirror, only to bounce off of the glass. The surface would no longer give way and let me through.

I am getting frustrated with the mirror, and decide to abandon it and walk out of the bathroom. I walk outside, through the kitchen window and climb along a chain-link fence on top of a narrow concrete retaining wall. I came upon some bushes along the fence which are scratching my legs on the way by. The feeling of the scratches sent waves of chills through my body and caused me to nearly lose my grip on the fence. I looked at my hands for a brief moment and my fingers were thoroughly wrapped around the top of the fence. The wall leads me into a very small, one room house. The walls are blue-gray and so was the floor. There is a small window on each side of the room, but no doors. I can see a close neighbor cooking food on the stove from one side, and someone talking on the phone to the other side. The third window is as black as outer space. The room was entirely empty, except for a small wooden chair in the corner. There seems to be nothing of interest in here, so I exit through the same window which I came. I climb up and walk along the fence and return to the trailer I came from before. There is very little detail on the return journey along the fence.

I climb in the kitchen window and find a huge pile of rare-cooked steak laying all over the stove top. It smells freshly cooked, and has a pile of fresh blood puddling under the steaks. I pick up a piece of steak and try to eat it. It was as heavy as a rock, tough as leather, and tasted like rotting flesh. I throw the steak on the floor and try to eat another piece. It is also tough as leather, but has no taste. I throw the second piece of steak on the floor also. A puddle of blood begins to form around the steaks on the floor. I look at my hands, counting 8-9 fingers on each hand that are very long and skinny. There is a lot of blood dripping from my fingers. I rub my hands together and I can feel the slimy blood smearing around all over them. The smell of rotting flesh begins to fill the air. I rub my hands on my pants to clean them off.

The layout of the trailer has completely changed during my outside excursion. There is no longer a bathroom in the hallway next to the kitchen. The living room is now a large dining room with a formal setting. There are candles in the center of the table and all of the places are set. I cannot find an exterior door, anywhere. A mirror is visible through a doorway in a different bathroom. I walk into the bathroom and find a mirrored shower door. I back up and run as fast as I can into the mirror, passing through it with no resistance. This was the dream's exit.

Morning of May 27, 2007. Sunday.

This was a very weird and vivid (but not what you would call lucid) dream about primarily my right hand being continuously injured and each finger almost coming off at different times during the dream.

My fingers (all four, but not including my thumb, which remains okay in the dream) somehow get cut by paper I am reading from, I believe - to where it causes all of their flesh to detach from the rest of my hand near the middle of the joints.

(I need to point out that the bone is never damaged or detached, just the fleshy areas, although it does seem at times like the entire finger may come off, but that does not actually happen.)

The sensations are extremely vivid and realistic in every sense of the word. There is not as much blood as one would expect and a couple times, I think of wrapping bandages around them. I even try to manually push the severed flesh back around the finger bone and it actually works for the most part.

It is very weird as the dream draws to a close; somehow my fingers (their flesh) perfectly reunite with the flesh they had somehow torn from, almost like a strong magnetic pull that “melts” the flesh back together and at the same time, having a sort of flowing effect (hard to explain), almost like pouring a glass of water into another but more of a sort of jelly-like rejoining.

Just prior to fully waking, my hand is perfectly whole again (better than ever) although it is very cold (and slowly coming back to life) and with a chalky powder around the fingers where the worst damage was. Of course, no scars will result, since the flesh flawlessly “melted” back together again.