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I was looking through one of the manga from the yaoi bookbox I’m doing for BookCrossing.com IWL, flipping through a few pages when suddenly my fingers caught on fire. I dropped the book and found some cloth, patting my hand down with it. The tip of my index finger got it the worst.

When I woke up, I actually had to check my finger to make sure it was okay.

Inspirations: The only thing I can think for the fire part is that on July 4th we burnt marshmallows at a stove outdoors and it was scaring me the way the wind would make the flames lick at my hand.

I'm lying on the ground next to the road beside the IRL swamp near where I grew up. Down the road, a truck reaches the peak of a small hill and then seems to continue rising into the air until it disappears into the sky. I think that's odd and that it must be some odd optical illusion, and I watch to see if it happens again so I can figure out what's causing the illusion. I turn to comment on this to my IRL sister, S.

But I'm distracted when I catch sight of a ball of blue flame hovering nearby in the swamp. I think of this as foxfire. It happens sometimes. I'm thinking about how foxfire works, and how it's usually safe, with some exceptions. The foxfire then turns from blue to the usual red/orange fire in reaction to our presence - that's the exception I was just thinking about. It approaches us, and we have to run to avoid getting burned.

When we get inside, we're no longer me and S., we're two young brothers. I, the older brother, realize that the foxfire's too close behind us, and so when my brother escapes into the inner room, I close the door behind him, allowing the fire to catch me but keeping him safe. When the foxfire catches me, it takes on my form, so that for a moment there are two of us.

Fragmentary memory for a bit. Next clear scene - I'm Satan, using that older brother's form and talking to the younger brother. The kid's fully aware that I'm not his real brother. I've just now been able to return to earth after being sealed away for a long time, and I'm curious about all the new things here. I'm looking at an instrument in the kid's room; I'm mentally comparing it to a harp, but it's a stringed instrument that lies flat on the ground when you play it, like a koto. It's something kids are required to learn in school, so the kid's not very interested in it, but I fiddle around with it until I get the hang of it - it really is a lot like a harp, just turned on its side - and I improvise a pretty little tune. I'm vaguely hoping the kid will get the idea that the instrument can be used for more than just the dull melodies he learns in school, but he doesn't seem interested - it's a dull instrument to him, and that is that. I then go and look through his movies, picking up one written in a pictographic alphabet - birds, reeds. I recognize it as Arabic, and I'm delighted by the changes in this form of writing since I've been gone. The movie involves the issue of unity and diversity - people questioning whether it's better to preserve the cultures of individual tribes or to think of themselves as a single nation, and whether it's possible to do both.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a small fishing village. As a disembodied observer, I'm thinking of everyone here as an analogue for someone else in the distant past or another world or something along those lines. There are two in particular who I think of as analogues for "the prince" and "the Judas figure." At the moment, the prince's girlfriend (who doesn't appear to have an analogue, or at least I wasn't thinking about one for her) is talking to the Judas figure, trying to convince him to give her a ride somewhere, but not wanting to tell him why she needs that ride - the prince is involved somehow. She names somewhere else nearby as her destination instead, but he's not fooled at all. He suggests she just tell him where she really wants to go, it'll save time for both of them. As he's saying this, I as a disembodied observer am focusing on a long, thin scar slanting to the right, down the back of the woman's neck.

False awakening, during which I tried to write down that dream on my skin, for lack of anything else to write on.

.../I see the dream in 3rd person. There's a gang lead by 3 guys who have the worse behavior. The others just follow them without thinking. They are sort of a extreme-right wing party. We (a bunch of nerds) are living in a room next to their place of reunion. One of the leaders commands the troop to fire our room by incinerating their wall first and then he goes out with the other 2. I see it's a stupid idea what they are about to do. The lower ranked guys start to fire their wall, it burns all. They want to spread the fire from their side to ours, but they start having problems with the fire in their own room first. I think if we help them to solve that problem they will follow us. We help them to extinguish the fire using pancakes. Now they are on our side/...

.../It's twilight. I'm following a dark cat which shows me some secret things buried on the ground. Something about a gold ring/...

* Alarm clock went off
* I lost many dreams because of I went late to bed. I wasn't able to wake up after them to take some notes.

* Nap after work:

.../I'm walking with my older daughter on another recurrent dreamscape street. There's a group of women walking in front of us. I notice one of them looks like one of my relatives. I tell my daughter she's my cousin, then she recognize us. We give us a hug. The street ends on the top of some escalators. Her parents get there from the lower platform. I have to confirm the other kid's flight ticket. She's at home, we are going to pick her up. She has to flight back tomorrow, otherwise I have to think when could it be. My uncles invite us to lunch in a good restaurant. I explain them we have to pick the little one first and I have to think for the new flight day/...

.../I'm playing pool. I didn't know I have improved so much my game. I'm playing pool like a pro, I'm surprised! The balls look a little bit older. The cue looks like a scratched long wooden stock. I don't care, I love the game. I fail a ball, it's not a problem because of I'm playing alone and try it again. I put my hand deep in the pocket to take the balls back and try again. I perform a lot of very good tricks, I'm amazed! There are lot of tables in the hall. I'm next to a wall. Two guys are playing on the other side. I miss two balls out of the table. They roll where the other guys are playing. One of them kick them back. I thank him/...

* I've started to draw fast sketches of the scenes again.

Somebody is pitching an idea for a children's show to me. The show I think was called "Freedom Riders" and it's set in an alternate World War 2 universe. The show follows four young women who wear these skin-tight red and yellow suits and ride around on motorcycles through this industrial wasteland fighting the show's analog for Nazi Germany. The show makes use of some really cool animation techniques, such as sometimes going for a graphic/poster look in critical scenes. The animation looks like the paper cutouts done in South Park, but the characters look almost anime-esque. The show actually has interesting plots and complex themes, though I question if it is really appropriate for a "Kids Show", as some of the characters swear and there is a lot of blood shown. Whoever is pitching the show to me gets very upset. I tell them that they should simply change their target audience and run the show that way.

I join some astronauts on a moon mission, but end up getting left behind on the moon. But the other astronauts leave me behind. There is some AI that states that I may be able to use the moons' missile system to fly back home by targeting a missile at earth then riding it back. At first I'm like "what missile system" All I see are a couple of supply crates and burnt-out landers, but I spot the missile system amongst them.
Normally, I would like to get to earth more or less, I don't know, ALIVE. But my dreams are not set in any kind of logical universe so I grab onto one of the missiles and the AI fires it.
I Become lucid as we begin flying and lose the dream.

Something to do with this "demon" entering the house. It is a floating talking head with red skin and white eyes. It commands me to make a fire in the houses' fireplace, and run the bath water upstairs. It says I should continuously run between the fire and the water and check on both.
As the monotony of tending to the fire and running the bath water sinks in, I become partially lucid, but wake up before becoming fully lucid.

So, this is the first dream I write down in a long time... bad me, I know.

Anyway, it all started in a rural area of England. I was visiting a nature conservation area, it was a forest of breathtaking beauty! But not in perfection or order, but in raw expression of nature and life! I was travelling inside this forest by boat along rivers. Trees stretches over the water, covered by moss that showed their antiquity. What struck me the most was the smell... it smelt so wonderful in this forest, the smell of forests in all its glory!

As came to a small lake i decided to dive in and swim around. It was wonderful, I felt so much at one with nature! I was afraid of leeches or other parasites in the water, but after inspecting my body I could find no trace of such creatures.

Later, still in the same dream I think, i had returned to the city. A giant fire had broken out, and everyone was scrambling to get out of the city. I ran to a friend, who was at a barber shop a few blocks away. He say there was no fire, just because he could see no fire outside his windows. We (I had another friend along) finally managed to convince him to leave. We ran out towards the forest, knowing that by passing through it we would reach another city.

Many others was fleeing the same way. Oddly enough, there were many races from the Elder scrolls games that was there, and instead of just fleeing they attacked us! I tried to make them stop, but had to fight through them. We fought with medieval weapons, I had a sword that I don't know where I got from...

Dream
Lucidity
Notes

I was on a ship filled with people when someone threw a homemade bomb into the crowd. The bomb got tossed around like if it was a "hot potato" and it finally blew up on some guy. He went flying and we thought he was dead but he slowly got up and started running off the ship. His head was blown open and I could see his brain. While he was running off me and a girl chased after him, especially the girl but I realized he was too wounded. I said "That guy is wolf food now..." We were then in an island and as we were getting back into a bus, I started fighting people. I beat up a lot of them but then I got thrown off the bus. I was locked out but some girls that were in the bus were nice enough to hand me a few bottles of water. I told the girls I'd be back to help them. I went into a big house that looked more like a motel on the inside. There was a TV playing music and as I walked towards it, I said "I haven't had a sad dream in a while." A fat lady was walking towards me and I asked her "If this were a dream, would I be able to change the song to a song from Tangled?" The replied
Yes, but it would play before the current song" That confused me but all the talk about dreams made me do a reality check. I started counting my fingers and noticed I had a lot of them. I realized I was dreaming.
I looked around the house and there were a lot of stuff on the counters. I noticed my dream blurring and getting disoriented so I rubbed my hands and then looked at them to stabilize the dream. I faced the TV and tried to make fireballs but the only results were sparks or embers coming out of my fingers. I thought about maybe taking a pill that would give me the ability to use fireballs but didn't. I flicked my index, middle finger, and thumb, which caused a glowing crescent to come out and fly towards what I pointed. The crescent curved in the way my palm faced. I tried different positions of my palm and the crescent would react to how my hand was. I turned around and went down some stairs into a dark room. I flipped a light switch and a few lights started to go on. I yelled while raising my hands "Let there be light!" and the room lit up. I looked at stuff on the counter and then decided to go back upstairs and into another room where I heard Blacksher calling out to L. Hernandez. The place looked like Denise's room. I saw Desirae on a counter laying down. I asked her why she was there and she said she was sick to her stomach. I asked with what and she said with Vygil or something. She looked really pale. I then went to Blacksher and she was saying something and I wanted her to shut up so ducktape replaced her mouth. She was trying to talk and had green skin. I let her have her mouth again and left towards Desirae. All 3 cats were there and I wanted Lucy to turn into a tiger. I pointed to Bugaloo but realized it was Bugaloo. I saw Lucy and flicked a crescent on her and she started turning into a tiger.

I believe in this dream my lucidity was low, since it didn't feel as real as previous lucid dreams. I could still control myself, though. As for the Glowing Crescents, I'm going to use that as a way to point to things that I want to change, like I did with Lucy. If I want to change, for example, a tv into a radio, I'll use a Glowing Crescent on it while. I think this will help me with changing stuff.

These are dreams from the past couple days. Because getting on the internet is a pain right now, I wrote what I could recall in here.

Too Many Cats
I come home and I see that there are six cats in the living room. I see that there are even more cats all through the house. I run into my mom who says that she has decided to become a cat hoarder.

Publisher

In WL, I recently wrote an autobiography cataloging everything that happened to me up until the end of high school. It contained many personal things that I never wanted other people to see.
My parents had just sent this off to a publisher and collected a large check, about $1500 on the counter. There was also a bill showing that they had spent the money on expensive wines.
Okay, I don't care less about what they spent the money on, but the autobiography I wrote contained a lot of personal information, and it should not have been published. I get very angry and trash my own home.

Cosmic Forest Fire

Now onto the good stuff. I am flying through space, getting some guided tour of the galaxy from what I have been noticing more and more, the "presence" in my dreams. It flies me past a large blue star that is surrounded by this disc of gas and dust. The star looks beautiful and very realistic.
We fly past that to another white star. And (enter dream logic) the star is shaped like a skull rather than just a ball. This was a really interesting and strange sight. There is also a large disc of white clouds around it. The presence flies me toward the clouds and deposits me on them.
As it turns out, I am in a very strange, interesting world. The skull-shaped star is the source of heat and light and the entire ring of gas and dust is the world. Most of it is white, and the white gas turns out to be snow when you actually get closer to it.
I was cold, so I tried to make a fire with some spare wood laying around. There were actually small clusters of pine trees all around. I got a fire started, god help me how. But the fire quickly spread and started burning down all of the trees.
The presence took me out of that location and left me at my house. My parents were there and they were scolding me for starting a cosmic forest fire. After a minute, I started to realize how absolutely ridiculous the situation was. I didn't make it to full-fledged lucidity before I woke up.

Car Chase
Me and two friends are chasing a large truck through a city. We are driving a black corvette. I try to open the door and jump from the corvette onto the truck, but the truck turns away down a side street at the last minute.
I get lucid at somepoint after that, but the dream falls into chaos. I am in some large red cave looking through a satchel full of weapons. I then walk around on stilts in an attempt to fly. I feel like there was much more to this than I can recall right now.

Night 10 (3/17/14) WRRW MILD woke me at end of first 90 minute cycle - unusually early awakening for me and dream content was MILD related false lucid where I was affecting the dream content with MILD-like thoughts. Odd one. WRRW=Wake, Recall, Re-enter, Write. Three minor dream signs show up in next dream recorded before WBTB: truck, grocery store, police(thoughts of only).

DILD: I am in a version of what is closest to M. Blvd but 2 levels. I am making more bubbles (kids bubble bottle with bubble wand inside) and something on the label of the bubble bottle seems to tell me that you can dilute the solution up to 50% and not affect the quality, so I add water. I hear a baby crying (minor dream sign) and look out the window and I can see that the neighbor's window is open and the sound seems to be coming from there. I then see a ~1 year old boy playing in the back yard, newly walking and looks somewhat like boys of my family, even myself or son. Inside our house some lady that is at our medium-sized gathering/party blows some bubbles that apparently land on an antique television that is up against the wall and a small fire starts. I run over and unplug the tv and blow out the fire. I say that these old appliances are dangerous. I go to make a label for the new bubble solution that I apparently put in a pill bottle and am looking for a marker write directly on the bottle but it is writing too light. I then decide to use post-it's and I notice writing already on the top post-it note and then the next 3 or 4. Something feels off. I think "wait a minute (my father-in-law) is here, this must be a dream." I don't remember seeing him or thinking about him during this dream before this point. I am still in a bit of disbelief due to how wrapped up I had been in this scenario up until this point. I look over to my wife kind of testing her reaction "hey your Dad is here, this must be a dream" and she looks at me like he is supposed to be here and with a "what are you going on about" look. Nope, this is definitely a dream, he passed away. I head over towards the living room and I see one of my son's college friends "E" and I take a lengthy detour but it doesn't derail me! I give her that look like "you know you want it too" and we start going at it. A good test to my lucidity is approaching. It is my son and a friend coming down the stairs and I think to myself, no worries, this is just a dream and I continue.

Spoiler for sexual content:

Super-paraphrased: I remove her top then pants, then intercourse on the couch

along with kissing while being careful not to get too lost in all of it. It is so realistic, the sensations are amazing. I decide it is time to move on and I fly up and phase straight through the ceiling/2nd story/roof as if it wasn't even there. I see a body of water and decide it would be fun to swoop down and do a little partial dip into the water still 'naked as a jaybird.' I then fly back up and hover above the water. I think about my 3 step tasks for the competition and still need to do steps 2 & 3 so I do a closed eye teleport (step 2) to space! Awesome!! I went from a daylight scene over the water to immediately being in dark outer space!! I think about step 3, mass telekinesis and something that I have been wanting to do for a while, moving a planet! I looked over to a grayish planet (the vividness of the dream was somewhat reduced at this point) and I am beaming with confidence and moved the planet what looked like a meter or so...but I am guessing it was what must have been the equivalent of thousands of kilometers considering the distance that I must have been from the planet which took up maybe 5-10% of the area immediately visible (without looking around)...but definitely larger than the typical moon display from Earth. While floating there excited over my success and considering what I want to do next I feel myself fading back to bed quickly. I try to DEILD but I only get minor vibrations and just lay there smiling and recalling all that just happened and how the dream started. The part before becoming lucid took some effort to bring it all back.

Night 6 (3/13/14) excerpt/from competition thread: I am flying in an airplane over water and enjoying the view from the cockpit. We get into a cloudy spot and I start to become concerned that I am flying too low as the water didn't look too far down before hitting the clouds so I looked for the altimeter but didn't find it and decided I better start pulling up. The clouds break and we are approaching a large city on the coast with skyscrapers. I feel like I already suspicious of this being an unusual situation and something about the scenario cues me in that I am dreaming. I think it was seeing this sign down below that got me thinking sexually all of the sudden and realizing that I can take action on that feeling in situations like dreaming. Either way I realize that this is a dream and phase through the cockpit and start flying with my dream body in a more gliding way enjoying my new freedom of movement. I swoop down towards the city and i am on the ground on the wrong side of the building. I fly up and over the building and back down to this place that is set up like a carnival side show with DCs all around. There is this woman that is part of the show who is supposedly from Syria with belly dancing like attire and she is getting undressed. It was very realistic and decide to get undressed and join her. I stop and do a quick finger through palm RC but it indicates awake so I float up a little and then continue getting undressed before fading back to bed. I felt I could re-enter the dream but my shoulder was so sore that I just had to move and I could feel my body shake a bit and my muscles become fully functional but I try anyway and eventually have to get up for a while like a 2nd wbtb but mainly to allow myself to get back to sleep later.
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6. Setting is my house but not IWL. I can’t sleep, so I go out into the livingroom. I’m sitting down and petting Spice when I notice a patch on his back is on fire! I take the white pillow that’s usually on mom’s bed and pat it out.

I look at him and see no trace of it, and I suddenly feel confused and question what I saw. Is it really possible for something like that to happen?

Perhaps a jump happens here, because I go back to my room with the living-room TV remote. There was something to do with my regular white pillow here, maybe I took the wrong one and had to go back to switch it?

I lie down in the dark in bed and turn on the TV. I think ‘it works, even though it’s for a different TV’. I briefly worry it’s too loud because others are sleeping, but let it go.

I turn it off after a bit because it’s useless, I wasn’t watching it. I see a brief light from the other room (guess I left the door open). I wonder what it is but then realize it must have been someone’s iPod Touch flashing on for a notification before going off.

In the morning, dad asks me if I left my blanket on the table. I’m confused and question him, and he hands me the blanket.

Inspirations: The fire comes from me glancing over a trigger in my dream palace. Pillow comes from the one I use as a prop as I go through my mind palace. TV probably comes from yesterday’s dream. iPod Touch flashing might come from me being blinded by car lights going by my room before bed.

Notes: I questioned the dream, woohoo! I also rarely dream about being in my house, real one or not. I’ve been doing the memory RC more, I wonder if that’s why. 8) I always truly question my surroundings, because it’s hard to forget how realistic dreams can be, and how easily your mind can give up on questioning things because of that. So I really push it, ‘what makes this reality and not a dream?’ and then once I RC, I say ‘it’s not a dream this time/yet so no excuse not to keep questioning’.

Dream
Lucidity

I was in a house in a rural area. We were making a big dinner and I went out. I found Darth Vader and invited him over. On my way back I noticed he had a lot of brass keys on a necklace. When I got back to the house, people were happy to see him but then they found out that he was with the dark side so they got upset. I knew something was gonna happen so I grabbed my P229 and put it on the small of my back. People started eating at the table and then started arguing. Suddenly a guy pulls out something and I know it's a part of a gun. Another person gets up and everyone starts fighting. I chase the guy that pulled out the part of the gun and beat him with my gun until he dies. This causes my gun to break. I can't pull the hammer down but then manage to fix it. I keep going but my gun breaks again. I start taking it apart and can't fix it to I tell myself to do something, either do a dream rewind or summon a new gun. My new gun has a blade under it and I test it out. I hear someone teleport behind me and I run. I go to the backyard where I see a pond, a campfire, and some dogs along with Ace around it. Ace had a broken leg. I decide to go back in the house and finish everything. I sneak through the front porch and the house is on fire. I see 2 guys and one of them starts attacking me. As he's coming towards me I realize I'm dreaming. He kicks me in the nuts and I close my eyes and say "When I open my eyes I will be in a small, dark room", remembering my objective for my next lucid dream. I open my eyes and I'm still in the same place. I do it again and nothing happens. Finally I decide to dream spin. I spin and spin and spin until I feel like I've done it. I stop and fall to the floor, dizzy and unable to stand up. As I'm on the ground, I know I'm in the same area I was before but later on in the night. I'm surrounded by cars. To my right is a white car, to my left is a red car that reminded me of my GF's car, and behind me is another vehicle which I think is a dark grey truck. I do reality checks. I push my finger to my hand but it doesn't go through but I can see a large indentation of where my finger is pushing on the other side of my hand. I pinch my nose but am unable to breathe. I notice my ears haven't popped and when I notice it, they do, like in the waking world. Everything feels so real. I look at my left hand and count fingers. 5 fingers and a thumb. I tell myself "That's all the proof I need" My objective for my next lucid dream was to sit down and learn to control and summon stuff in the environment. I single out a rock on the gravel and try to lift it with my mind. I hear a loud noise in the waking world and it transfers to my dream as a gunshot in the distance to my right. It distracts me and I notice my dream ending. I tell myself to dream spin but it's already to late. I lost lucidity and I wake up.

1. Me and Rane steal a treadmill from a storage unit full of them, because, “she [owner] will never notice, she has so many of them”. I’m initially worried but then realize the truth of that statement.

Inspiration: (Nearly) stole an elliptical in a previous dream. Storage unit from a memory palace trigger plus a different dream. I think that because I don’t know a whole lot of people I see regularly, my sister kind of stands in. I’ve been trying to increase the faces in my ‘database’ lately though.

2. I’m trying to escape a room I’m locked up in. The room is kind of messy with things scattered around. I’d already tried the windows in the main room but they were locked securely, so I went to another smaller room and took off all the coverings on the window to open it.

I went back to the other room and started shoving things into a sack, including a few long-sleeved things and two of my pajama pants IWL (one with moons and stars, another with clouds).

I went out the window, and there was a wooden porch, but there was a gap to get to the ground. As well, there was some kind of torch system going at intervals, and the only way to get down was to go around it, and risk getting burned. Plus the railing was thin, so I had to balance carefully.

I carefully climbed around and tried to pass the fire when it was off, but it came back on and the heat of the flames burned my left thigh. It was intense but not a strong burning sensation. I hurried on and jumped down to the ground, where I saw some water trickling out of a gutter or something. I turned from it and let it hit my thigh. It was cold.

Back at the house, some time seems to have passed since I escaped. A woman says to a man that it’s all his fault I left. It kind of felt like they were supposed to be my parents. Then I see a scene the man had set up. There was a small bag (think tea bag) labeled ‘Marijuana’ and a paper that had “Do it” written on it. He was trying to set the woman up for something.

Inspirations: May be symbolic for how I feel about wanting to ‘escape’ my current lifestyle but can’t because I’m dependant on my parents. Also, I had a déjà-vu like feeling and remembered another dream like this where I was trying to escape a room out a window. The déjà-vu feelings tend to come on pretty intensely the more I work on my recall, but lately the feeling comes because I recall similar dreams. The porch felt like my grandma’s back porch despite the differences, in which case her house is one of my memory palaces and is a dream sign. Marijuana probably comes from the trigger ‘meth’ in my dream palace.

In my other dream, I was walking towards Belen. I notice instead of my shoes I had my boots on. It started to rain and I arrived at Amy's house. It was me, Amy, Kristy, and a young girl. Kristy looked smaller and skinnier than she actually is. It was a pretty big house and then suddenly we get the feeling that someone is going to come rob or kill us. We hide in a secret room behind a bookshelf. Kristy starts grabbing my penis and telling me she wants it. I'm like wtf? After, we hear stuff going on outside and the town is engulfed in flames. There's a huge monster attacking it. I go outside seeing if I can kill the monster but I can't find anything.

Dream
Notes

I was at work but in a barbershop. It was my Friday so I wasn't worried about overtime. Suddenly, I notice it's 8pm and an older woman tells me I'll be staying until 10. I get in my car and call Desirae but see her in the parking lot that looks like the one in Los Lunas High. I ask her if she's stalking me and we start talking. The woman shows up and I saw "You know it's my Friday, right?" she says, "Yeah well we're all working." I get out to go back to work and we see an airline plane. We hear that he won't make it to the runway behind us from that height. The airplane does a backspin but it fails and the plane crashes right after I exclaim that the pilot is an idiot. There is a huge explosion with fire and smoke everywhere around the crash site. I yell at Desirae to get the camera and I run into the bathroom to pee. I notice the toilet water is deep blue and start peeing. When I started peeing in my dream, I was also peeing in the waking world.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #189: Nice Throw

I have a false awakening in bed, but there’s something very static about the background and my hands look hyper-realistic. I know that it’s a dream. As I think this, a small statuette appears floating in front of me. I turn it with my hands and it floats serenely in space, unaffected by gravity.

I get out of bed and the scene starts to get dark. There’s a window on the wall to my right that’s usually not there and I decide this’ll be my way out of the house. I pick up a padded foot stool (that looks just like one from my parents’ house) and chuck it at the window. My throw is utterly puny, though, and the stool falls to the floor. The lame attempt kind of embarrasses me.

Instead of fooling with this any further, I phase out of the window into the side yard between our house and the neighbor’s. Everything looks realistic but way too dark. I run out into the street and decide to fly.

I remember the pointing technique I had used in the previous lucid and I employ it again here, pointing into the air and expecting to fly that way. Again it works great and I take to the air. I enjoy some flight for a while but it begins to feel like the dream is fading even more. I rub my hands and things snap back into focus.

I look out to my left and see a fairly vivid industrial cityscape. Bright fire is pouring out of the top of one of the buildings, which looks like some kind of processing facility. I fly toward it to investigate but the dream ends before I make it there.

Various non-lucid scenes: two immortals discussing faith and religion while rummaging around one's kitchen; the owner of the kitchen and her mother are both christian, and I'm surprised and intrigued since I hadn't found that to be very compatible with physical immortality. Rose and Martha meeting all the past incarnations of the Doctor in the TARDIS. There's some fantastical mystery involving spirits, and I was tasked with demonstrating the rational, physical origins of the events - the drama with the spirits is still considered real, but as a sort of reflection of the physical world, not actually physically present there - however, now that I believe it's all been solved and wrapped up, I'm asked a series of questions that force me to go through and reevaluate all my conclusions, suggesting there may be another answer. IWTV references, thinking about Lestat's life-has-no-more-meaning-what-if-i-could-give-you-a-new-life speech, resulting in a bit of an IWTV-themed power trip. That ended in an unpleasant party, which I left and returned to my IRL home.

In my home, looking out the window I've noticed various construction or roadwork or similar workers out in the street, and one of them's walking up the driveway. I move away from the windows since I need to go put some proper clothes on, but before I can do anything more than that I hear two of them inside the house, just in the next room. I'm aware that when I deliberately moved away from the windows, they'd mistakenly believed there was no one home and came inside. So I step into sight now and ask them wtf. They're surprised to see someone home. They talk briefly to each other. One of them says, "He's not going to forget. How do you want to do this?" After that, the two of them raise tools as if they're weapons - one of them's holding a hammer, the other a mallet - and although I'm aware this is a dream (I'm thinking as if I knew it all along but felt no need to act on that knowledge before now), I have difficulty defeating them or removing them. In that case, I decide to summon up something to remove them for me - I think of a dragon. One doesn't appear, but instead, as a direct result of that thought, I have a feeling that I think of as "a part of me that hasn't been fed," and with a voice much deeper than my own I say "Get the fuck out of my home," after which I see fire. Then I'm looking at the fire from a distance - I'm somewhere outside, and neither the burning cottage I'm looking at nor the scenery has any resemblance to my IRL home, I've completely changed scenes. Despite this, I believe that I've succeeded in removing those two from the house and feel satisfied.

False awakening. I'm in a bed - not one I'm familiar with IRL, though I believed it was in a relative's house - and I reach for my dream journal. I can't find an empty page to write in, and I realize this is an old journal, one I'd already filled up. A few pages have been torn out.