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Morning of February 16, 2015. Monday.



My dream has two main sections and is very long. It begins at a different version of our older home on Stadcor Street in Wavell Heights. However, our house is built directly over the ground (instead of up on stumps) and has a dirt floor, which does not trigger the fact that I am dreaming. I notice a large garden in our living room growing directly from the “floor”. They are large-leafed vine-like plants; possibly cantaloupes. Over time, however, I want to make our house more like a modern home and have our garden outside. It seems somewhat frustrating to me though I do notice sheets of vinyl and carpet over some areas of the dirt floor in different rooms, but only covering about half the area. This combination of vinyl or carpet over a dirt floor seems more aggravating than just having a dirt floor throughout.

Zsuzsanna comes in and tells me that she is going to visit an older lady that she knew when she was younger. Before visiting her, she decides to become fifteen years old again so there will not be any confusion as to who she is, as the older lady will recognize her more easily. This does not at all seem unusual to me but I start to worry about her as she leaves on her bicycle - the one she apparently had at that time when she knew this person - and “calls it into existence” as such again. Instead of this scene triggering lucidity, I instead eventually decide that I will catch up to her to make sure she stays safe. Of course, to do this, I take to the air to fly (still not becoming lucid).

I fly over what seems like a resort near a beach, but there is also an urban area. Flying down and around the people does not surprise them that much. In fact, one shirtless chubby male in swimming trunks waves at me from a lawn chair. I do have to dodge a few power lines. I also briefly see Zsa Zsa Gabor (very old) who regards me without emotion.

I fly in a semicircular path and land in an industrial area near a fence and see my wife approaching on her bicycle (which for a short time seems to be a three-wheeled rickshaw with packages on the seat to her right - however it is soon a bicycle again). She seems cheerful and okay as she soon hears me calling out her name (“Suzi”) rather loudly. Three unknown people are there and I start randomly talking to them about others in the area as my wife approaches on bicycle. One unknown male claims they are my relatives and that the person I thought was Zsa Zsa Gabor may actually be an elderly lady I visited as a child whose surname (real-life as well) was Love. I am not sure if the surname he gives for himself is Toms or Thomas (though I do hear “Toms” at first, it seems).

My wife is happy to see me and seems about twenty years old now. We decide to fly off together, but first, I must hide her bicycle so that no one steals it. I use telekinesis (still not lucid) and move it to near the sidewalk. From here, I transform the bicycle now lying on its side into a red fire hydrant which rises slowly from the ground as it forms and becomes harder and more uniform. My apparently fictional relatives gaze at the fire hydrant quite oddly as if they know I am deliberately being obnoxious to them by manifesting a metaphorical erection so boldly (albeit with supposed witchcraft).

My wife and I fly around while holding each other close, though there are several annoying younger chubby males who seem to not like us being there and suspect us of being witches intent on destroying their town. We fly near a higher hill overlooking the town where there are other people entering a cave above a cliff. These people seem more intelligent and spiritual than the people below in the adjacent town but we do not converse with them.

A few of the other males in the resort area soon somehow develop the ability to fly. This annoys me because they are now a threat. My wife and I move apart and run about in the air, about ten feet from the ground, to distract them from going in just one direction. Soon, the palm of my right hand grows a mouth with sharp shark-like teeth and my arm stretches several times its normal length to become an octopus tentacle reaching all the way to the ground. Any male that flies near either of us is grabbed and either “eaten” or thrown down hard enough to disintegrate them.

I flip backwards in midair, my body arcing back as I hover above the town and I then mentally force a newly declared “truth” that no other person from this town will ever be able to fly. This works (in this particular dream) and I feel strongly that no one else will ever fly or be a threat at least when we are flying. “Let’s get away from this looney bin,” I say to my wife.

My wife and I again hold each other in flight and we converse about how timeless and ageless our love has been and even make subtle in-jokes about our years of romance and bizarre experiences with humanity and their typically strange and limiting beliefs. It dawns on me yet again that I knew of her existence just before I was born (and even longer before she was born).

In the back of my mind, I vaguely contemplate the earthquake that rattled our house in a sweeping wave a few hours before in real life. It seemed to move from the front room where I was, under my feet, continuing in a vibrating wave almost as if a large animal was moving underground northeast to southwest with moderate speed. I could actually feel the floorboards vibrating in sequence from the front to the back of the house as I heard it move through my oldest son’s room in the same way - my first real earthquake. I was not aware they occurred like this; that is, as if traveling from one area to another like a wave, as I had always thought the ground shook in the same place for a time as in movies.

As Constantine, I'm strapped to a chair again while a man in a suit - a different one from last time, older - is loading a film strip into a projector. When he turns it on, it shows an external shot of Ravenscar. I remember this moment in time, this guy with the projector - this is when I was sealed off from magic. It wound up only being temporary, but the observer side of me is terrified of getting caught in the start of that without being able to stick around long enough to come out the other side. I don't want those mental associations getting into my head. I bail out of Constantine's perspective.

I'm on a small boat, the size of a rowboat but moving under its own power, taking me and several others in their own boats across a lake. It's surrounded by walls, artificially made, rounded so that the lake as a whole is circular - I associate this with the moon. The walls are composed of several giant slabs of pale stone, many of them carved with some message in hieroglyphics. Once I notice this, I have the boat back up to the first stone with carvings on it. It starts with the name of the artist and a short line in praise of the king who commissioned this work. The next panel includes two jackals, along with a lot of hieroglyphics I can't read, and I wonder whether the jackals are Wepwawet or someone else - there's nothing that looks like a name or a title, even among the hieroglyphics I can't read. In fact, I'm not sure I should call them hieroglyphics at all - aside from that first panel with the artist's name, the rest of this represents concepts, not words. The symbols I can recognize on the third panel include two rattles and a woman kneeling. This represents music and dance. It becomes clear to me that this entire series of symbols is depicting a prayer ritual - not just depicting it; the walls themselves are a prayer given physical form.

There's a woman who's been running from a very powerful man, and I've agreed to bring her back to him. But the powerful man isn't the one I'm doing this for - the woman's uncle is the one who made a deal with me. For the sake of the rest of his family, he needs to stay in that powerful man's good graces. Now that woman's standing on some platform above me, I'm on the ladder below. She's pointing to two objects on that platform just out of my line of sight, saying, "This is that gun you've been waving around, and this-" But I don't stop to hear the second part - I reach up and knock that gun off the platform, out of both of our reach. She tries to stop me, holding a knife, but she reacts too slowly, the gun's already gone. She shouldn't have wasted time trying to talk with me. We struggle over the knife for a bit, and I manage to turn it so it winds up embedded in the wooden platform instead of in me, but she recovers from that and quickly escapes before I can climb up the ladder.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

My partner and I are breaking a group of men out of a jail or dungeon or something similar. The men insist on taking the time to steal water from this place before they leave - they don't believe me when I tell them the place we're going will have plenty of water. It's faster to let them do it than to try to convince them - but for crying out loud, could you at least stick to the relatively sanitary stuff? Finally we get them moving, and we head up a flight of stairs, my partner leading them, me hanging behind to make sure we're not followed. I wind up falling further behind than I intended; at the top of the flight of stairs, we cross a long hallway with paintings on the walls, and then head down another flight of stairs. By this point I've fallen so far behind that I've lost them.

At the bottom of the flight of stairs, I'm in a place that's something like an airport lounge for travel between worlds, a transportation hub. The people here are speaking French, and I talk to one of them to confirm that I've arrived in the location we'd intended. Through a floor-to-ceiling glass window, there's a great view of the ocean and several green islands. It also overlooks several other glass corridors running through this place, and I see my partner leading the men from the jailbreak through one of them. They look completely bewildered. One of them sees me and gestures, clearly wondering how I managed to get over there. I should join them, but honestly, no one's chasing us, my partner's got the babysitting side of things covered, and that ocean looks really inviting.

After flying over the ocean for a while enjoying the view, I come across an area where a few people are swimming. I drop down into the water and join them. The further I go, the more crowded it becomes - it's beginning to get irritating. I try to talk with someone who seems interesting, but there's a woman right next to us showing off some kind of athletic feat who's talking constantly and difficult to hear over. I comment, "She's very loud, isn't she?" She immediately gets louder, ridiculously loud, and I remember that narrative versus command thing I'd been thinking about yesterday. Whoops. "Be quiet, please," I tell her, and while that's a command, she immediately goes back to a normal volume. Deciding to use the narrative to clear a little more space, I close my eyes, lose visuals, and describe the space clearing out - but while it does feel like I've got a little more space to move, when I open my eyes again, I find I'm opening my real ones.

I am flying a jet pack! Zooming through the air for at least 2 solid hours, I fly from southern VT to my mom's house. I run out of fuel in her front yard. The jet pack uses the final bit of fuel in one quick burst, sending me 30 ft up in the air then dropping me like a rock. I hit the ground hard, then walk inside and refuel the jet pack. I use the jet pack to hover over a chair, a sofa, a desk, and a bed that are in my way in a hallway. I get to a room and see a young girl looking into the window. I go up to the window and yell loudly, startling her. "Did I scare you?" I ask through the glass. "Yes" she nods. I feel bad for scaring her.

I crawl out of the room through a small chamber with cinder block / concrete walls and a dirt floor. It's way too small for comfort, and there are other people ahead of me. I'm not the first to have to go through this, so I follow the others. The room gets smaller, so I have to crawl on my back and pull myself along grabbing the ceiling. There's no going back now. At the exit, a beautiful woman is giving her milk to everyone. Kind of unusual, but it seems to be the only way out of this room, and it isn't optional. I crawl toward her on my back to get out. She shakes her boobs at me, gives me a hj, and lets me go. Very unexpected!

Morning of February 12, 2015. Thursday.



It seems I “am” Batman, but not the “real” Batman - perhaps I am his stand-in while he is on vacation. There is not much to this dream - it has no plot; only a couple rather ridiculous scenes - one incoherent scene involving people I knew on King Street. I never catch on that I am dreaming. I am living with my family where we are now in real life (on W Street) in most parts of my dream, though again, there are also points at which I seem to be in La Crosse flying around.

For a time, I am wearing really unsuitable and ill-fitting uncomfortable clothes as I am flying around mostly at night (for example, a light-colored flannel shirt that is too baggy and long).

There is a Batman costume in my backyard near the shed near the final part of my dream. Oddly, there are only two sections to it; the bottom (boots and “pants”) and the top (which somehow comes down over my arms and includes the Batman head. First, I put the boots on with no difficulty, the sense of touch being slightly enhanced. It feels fairly nice. However, when the top of the outfit is complete on me, I realize that the mask has only very small horizontal slits which I can barely see through. In fact, I notice three slits on each side at different levels. None are exactly where the eye-holes should be so I have to adjust the full-head mask several times to see anything at all. It is still mostly like only seeing a thin horizontal bar of color representing the backyard (though I can see just a little out of the other two slits on each side - only at times). Still, I fly off into the air, not remembering in-dream that Batman does not fly in the manner of Superman. From here, my dream eventually fades.

Perhaps this dream is a reminder that, even though you can be anything and do anything in dreams (including being bodiless), perhaps weighing yourself down with too much costuming and deliberately blocking your vision is not the best route. Why would one need to wear a mask anyway? One can be his true self in a dream.

I'd been accused of a crime I didn't commit. The charges have been dropped now, but people have formed their own opinions about my guilt or innocence. On the sidewalk I'm confronted by a group of men in dress uniform, most of them middle-aged. They call me monster, and disgusting, and one of them says, "He saw what you did," indicating a younger member of their group.

A liar, that's interesting. I wonder at first whether this is the actual criminal and if he'd been trying to frame me, or whether he's just someone who heard about the case and was trying to get in on the limelight. But he looks genuinely afraid of me, to such a degree that I realize what must have happened - he must have seen me eating. But in this era, accusing me of being a vampire would be too ridiculous, he wouldn't be taken seriously. So he came up with something more believable to accuse me of, to get me locked up. It wasn't a bad idea, I've been considering burning this identity since this mess started.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm running along a mountain path, mentally shouting Nadja's name. She came to us under a false identity, and then she disappeared in order to avoid being found out. But there was no need for her to disappear like that. I've tracked her to these mountains based on rumors of "the witch of the crags," and once I sensed traces of her, I started calling first the assumed name we knew her by, then her real one, Nadja. Following her mental trail, I reach a cliff. Without hesitating, I jump over the edge.

Snow-covered mountain peaks far below me, as far as the eye can see. I pause to check if I'm still asleep enough to take control of the flight for a while - yes, I am. Forgetting about Nadja, I turn upward, enjoying the view for as long as it lasts.

Dream one - Floating through the landscape:

[I'm sure there was more dream before I got lucid, but I can't remember what happened.]

I'm in a field of various wild grasses, reminiscent of a wheat field but not as uniform, with different heights and shapes of grass. Judging by the flowering it's mid summer.

For no obvious reason I suddenly suspect I'm dreaming and confirm it by floating off the ground and GET LUCID!

I try to remember my dream goals and remember that one of them was to incubate a mountain in China complete with distinctive flora and geology. I look up and see that there are snowcapped mountains in the distance. I decide to try to fly toward them. I rise up higher until in a few hundred metres above the ground figuring that being close to the ground would make the movement seem greater and therefore harder to go a long distance. I look down and see some suburban streets and notice that I appear to be flying backwards, away from the mountains.

I fly higher still until the ground begins to fade away behind clouds, then focus on looking intently at the mountains hoping that the scenery between me and them will fade out leaving me with only the mountains. As I'm doing this I try to picture some more authentically Chinese looking mountains. The mountains get greener and steeper and start to look more like the mountains I wanted, but as I'm doing this I'm realising that the Chinese mountains task was *incubation* and actually I need alpine mountains for my "fly through a snowy apine valley" task. I start heading up the valley reasoning that there will be not snow higher up and I can transform the mountains back to alpine style as I go.

Unfortunately I wake up decisively moments later :-(



Dream two - Rescue mission:
[I wish I'd written more notes on this one when I first woke up as it's faded somewhat now]

I'm inside some kind of vessel that could be a submarine or perhaps some a space craft, there's chaos going on with alarms and flashing lights and loud crashing noises and people rushing around reacting to whatever it is that's going on.

The scene flashes forward to some time later when the emergency is over and everyone has settled into the realisation that we are trapped underground. I'm reminded of a story I read of recently of some German soldiers accidentally trapped for several years in a supply depot when it was sealed to keep it from the allies.

The scene changes again, now I'm involved in some kind of rescue/salvage mission.

I'm looking at a map or perhaps an overhead photograph of terrain showing what looks like impact marks in sandy silt at the bottom of a body of water. I can hear a woman's voice explaining that these marks indicate where a vessel hit the ground hard. At one end of the elongated scar there is a dark smudge that it is explained is the craft itself showing dimly through the silt. It turns out that is has come to rest barely below the surface. There is a painful irony that if the crew has realised they were so close to the surface they probably could have found their way out. Indeed, the female voice goolies on to explain that one ends of the vessel is just fractionally protruding above the surface.

On closer inspection, I can see a corner of the craft, an incongruent hard straight line among a vague blurry picture. As we watch, we can even see a little movement and realise that the vessel rocks slightly as crew members within move from one end to the other and we realise that the crew, presumed dead, must still be alive!


Rescue mission for a buried sub cum spaceship

I'm floating along night time roads, just off the ground using my arms as wings to glide. I have just the tiniest inkling that this seems a little unlikely but I'm not lucids enough to reject it outright and dream logic soon hand waves it away as not really flying of I'm only just off the ground and my arms ate taking the weight. Grr.

I fly higher to avoid being hit by traffic, rising up to just above the trees that occasionally overhang the road.

Looking behind me a realize there is a column of soldiers (Royal Marines, i think) coming up behind me. They don't seen to be interested in me as such but I still fell I ought to keep out of their way. I decide that flying is a bit conspicuous and cone back to ground level. I realise that at ground level there are purple and animals being chased and corralled by the army types. I dice over and under and through various fences, some of which appear to be recently installed for the purpose of steering quarry into particular areas. By this time I'm feeling distinctly threatened and flight has been replaced with flight(!)

I see that some youngsters are dressed as of door a cross country run or some kind of wide game but there is a certain hunger games vibe to it. I duck under another fence, aware that another chap who had briefly been running alongside me was caught and injured quite badly (I "remember" that he's a friend and that he broke his arm in this conflict but I had dismissed it without realising the seriousness of the situation)

Having got through this particular fence, I appear to be outside the official area of the game but an site that in not yet out of danger. By this time I'm running on all fours like a rabbit. I Scrabble down a step slope, sliding down a really long strip of paper. For since treason I try to draw a picture of the joker (as in Batman) on the paper as I fly down it at speed and fell fairly pleased with the result.

At the bottom of the hill I scurry across a road and into a first. This road crossing and the first hundred feet or so of running through the forest repeat a couple of times, with larger bounds each time until I'm practically flying.

The final leap takes me over a broad shallow river that's flooded songs nearby fields, there's a dark foreboding leafless fittest ahead that I recognise as the scary forest in a story among the lines of watership down. Thankfully I land short of the forest. As I cone down o find there are a handful of other rabbits alongside me.

We have landed in a farm that is feeding up geese, ducks, and turkeys tour slaughter. We decide that here is as good a place as any to hide out for a bit, at least while it's not slaughtering time yet. The turkeys sing a cherry but morbid song about for their being fattened up for eating.

When slaughtering time comes, I escape with some other rabbits, the farm is closing down because it's been bought by an airline. We run away through the carpark but are chased by an employee who says that until we leave the property we're his and he's going to kill is. We get ocer the fence but he decides to keep chasing us.

We leap into the air and are flying over the black first again. The hunter man who now looks something like a fox is hanging of one of the other rabbits but we dislodge him and drop him into the dark forest

We start looking for somewhere to land. I suggest a lake I can see but we don't know of it's deep enough to land in. I point out that it has giant fish in it so it must be deep but we notice the fish don't look friendly and one is eating another. We've drifted lower and end up just stepping onto the roof of a weird farm like building containing some really weird jelly like lizard type things that leap about and on the other side some glowing shapes like capital letter H with one arm shorter than the rest

Wake to alarm for WBTB

I just had my longest lucid dream in months. I had it during a little power nap. It was slightly unstable, and I knew my time was limited. But I made it last a lot longer than I thought I would be able to.

Dream:

This actually took place in my current house. That never happens. I think this is the first nonWILD that I started at my house. I was standing in my hallway. There were two little girls in the bathroom. The door was open and I saw them come out. I noticed that one of the little girls was Maggie Robb. At first it made total sense that she and her friend were there. But then I told her that I had recently seen one of her pictures on the internet, and what a cute picture it was. Then I started questioning why Mags was in my house. As I looked closer at her I could see that her skin was much darker than in real life and her hair was dark and wavy. At that moment I knew I was dreaming. I was excited. I ran to the computer room. But I could tell the dream was unstable and felt myself wake up.

I found myself sitting at the computer feeling sad that my dream hadn't lasted. I got on and started to look up something. But I had a lot of trouble getting the computer to work. And I also had this funny dizzy feeling like I was sideways even thought I was sitting up.

I suddenly had another suspicion that I may still be dreaming--that I had just had a false awakening. I ran out the back door. I was on a back deck that didn't really look like the real thing (but I didn't notice that). I jumped up on the railing. I had this thought that I should be careful, in case I was really awake. But I could tell I was lighter, so I just jumped right off the edge and started flying across the backyard. The first thing that came to mind was to either find Tom DeLonge or to find a radio so I could listen to Angels and Airwaves on. Both were on my to-do list. But I could tell I wasn't fully stable and that my time was limited. I didn't think I had the energy to summon anyone. I decided to look for a radio, but after a few moments of looking decided to abandon that quest as well. I decided to fly up higher. I could see low fog around the city with the early morning sum trying to shine through in places. I flew up and over the neightborhood.

I finally found a backyard that was full of people. I flew lower and decided I would find someone to interact with. This part is somewhat fuzzy. But I seem to remember finding someone and wanting to fly with them and had trouble keeping them up. I think they complained, because I remember explaining that this was the way I always carried people with me when I would fly. If holding their hand wasn't enough, I would get behind them and hold them under their arms.

The next thing I remember is looking for someone to kiss, but no one looked like the right person. I ended up going inside someone's house and seeing stuff for making pizza on the counter. I remember grabbing a handful of shredded cheese and pepperoni and stuffing them in my mouth.

And at that point I woke up.

It was in the cloudy afternoon. It was cold. I was in school. I was going from the entrance. Scenery changed to dark, moonless and starless night. I couldn't see anything, but luckily I had a flashlight with me. Weapons from Half-Life appeared, and other people were running and taking them. I decided to arm myself, and deathmatch started. When I've got some weapons people disappeared, and I went to the boiler room. It was dark, I couldn't see anything and my flashlight gave faint light, so I could see only blurred shapes in front of me. Suddenly I saw something moving up on some kind of platform. I jumped up there, and faced an old hag. She tried to kill me, but somehow I started flying. I attacked her from the air with the weapons I've found before. She resisted most of my attacks, and I landed because I couldn't fly anymore. I landed near the platform, and she tried to attack me from the top of it. A DC came to watch the show. He was staying near me. I somehow took a battle axe from my pocket, and striked the hag, killing her. Her body have fallen of the platform, and landed on the floor near me. It started changing, and now I saw a body of young woman lying on the floor. I took the axe, and hacked her head open. I couldn't see te brain and told a DC Something's not right. Where's the brain? I looked again and found it, filling only half of her skull. I told Why is the brain filling only half of her head? The DC told me It's fine, don't worry about it. I replied But shouldn't it fill all the space available for brain? Shouldn't it fill all of her skull? DC told me I told you, it's fine.

January 29, 2015

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Back to Romania!!

I was one of three siblings from Romania. While we lived in Romania, there were lots of adventures, mainly running away from this flying monster that was always after us. I'm not sure that we were human; in fact I think we were some medium-sized rodent-thing. After running away from this big flying monster (we were swinging through huge trees that were much more like a jungle than Romania, but whatever) we ended up going through a magical portal which landed us in the field behind my house back home.

I got separated from my two siblings, and while looking for them, I found out that the Power Puff Girls lived there. And they wanted to eat us. Well, Bubbles and Buttercup wanted to eat us. Blossom thought it was wrong to eat animals (she must have been a vegetarian). Anyways, Buttercup and Bubbles had laid a series of traps for my siblings and I. One of them was at the little trolley line running from the shed to a large tree. There was another wire running along the ground there, and if we tripped it, we'd explode or catch on fire, or something. The other thing they did... was use our call. We used a call back in Romania to make sure we were all safe (kinda like what Rue and Katniss did in the Hunger Games, but the tune was the one my mentor teacher uses to call the kids to attention). It was so strong in us to reply when that call was made, that when Buttercup made the call, I yelled, "THAT'S NOT FAIR. THAT'S ABUSING THE POWER OF THE CALL." And I came out from hiding. My siblings had also heard the call and were with me then. And so we had to fight the Power Puff Girls.

I don't remember specifics about the battle, but we beat them somehow. I remember something about using the trampoline that used to be in the yard against them, maybe we took the net off and trapped them in it?

Anyways, after we beat them, there was a tall, skinny man in black who was also from Romania. He had falling into the same portal, and didn't know how to get back. He came out with a huge gun, and was going to catch us, because Bubbles and Buttercup had promised him they'd get him back home if he helped them get us. I convinced him to help us instead, so we could all go back home together. He said I had a good idea, and I replied, "Dude I know I have great ideas, now LET'S GO."

I assume we all got back safely. I vaguely remember flying above my house, maybe the portal back to Romania was in the air?




Fragment: Class

I was teaching a small, extra class and one of my students was there, and her mom, too.




Odd Way To Fly...

I was learning to fly with this weird contraption where if you blew through a tube, you went up, and if you pinched the tube, you went down. I was in a sort of game with my brothers and a few others (I think Zukin was there), and we were seeing how high up we could go. Everyone was afraid of losing oxygen, but I was like, "screw it, I can't get hurt!" and kept blowing through the tube until I hit a barrier of sorts really, really high up. I think I had a suuuuper low level of lucidity, because I was confident that I wouldn't die even if there was no air. I was so high up that the others flying around looked like ants, I could barely see them. When I looked at the land, it was a little bit like in Minecraft when you fly super high in creative mode, where it's just this big square of landscape. I also remember going through phases of different colored atmospheres, like the sky above me would change color until it was white, when I hit the barrier.

I flew back down and reported that there was a barrier before you'd run out of air.




Evil Overlord Waterbender

I was playing a survival game of sorts on a deserted island. There were two teams of three people each. My team had decided to set up our home base right on the beach. We had built up a foundation for our house with large square rocks (almost Minecraft-y) and used straw and bark and newspapers and magazines to build up a more comfortable floor and walls. I had become the leader of my group (though I'd like to think it was through honest means, I think I was more of a tyrannical dictator).

There was a sort of refreshment store right next to our house. They sold a drink called Grape Rape (How could you, subC, HOW COULD YOU) and another, alcoholic drink, called Rum Running. Apparently it was enough rum to keep you drunk until you drove all the way across the state. Like you were supposed to buy it, drink it all, and then drive across the state. IT was like the House Special Challenge, or something. If you made it there in one piece, you got another, apparently.

Anyways. The opposing team tried to cut off our access to the water by blocking off the spot where we were going to put a dock, so that we would have to make some sort of deal with them. But I was like hahaha FUCK NO, and went all waterbender on them or something. I raised my arms and the water started to rise from the shore and move out into the ocean. The way the water flowed out was really trippy and hard to describe. It was strait and dramatic, then moved out with 90-degree angles and whatnot. It rose three levels, and then the guy ran away. I threw a huge boulder out into the water, where the guy had been in a boat (as if it weighed nothing) and then tossed out a suspension-bridge-like set of planks that automatically connected to the boulder, creating the dock we had desired.

The water had lowered again, but when it rose, the walls of our house got torn down, and all that was left now was the floor made of newspapers and magazines. It was strange, they were like rolled up and filled in the space, so it was lumpy. I was laughing maniacally and gathered my two underlings and we just laid out on the magazines and fell asleep.

Morning of January 29, 2015. Thursday.



My wife and oldest daughter return from possibly the library or shopping (though they are not noticeably carrying bags at the time) through the front door of where we presently live on W Street. When I approach my daughter she seems annoyed and possibly angry about something. The unusual weather from real life (or rather how it has been for several days previously) seems a part of my dream’s environment. It seems to be in the early afternoon.

I go into the backyard, facing east, and contemplate what I should say (or if I should say anything). My wife comes out and I hover in the air vertically, about five feet from the ground. She smiles and acts as if she thinks I may not know I am doing this and even asks me if I know I am floating in the air but I do not say anything coherent. (I have rarely had any trouble hovering or flying in dreams, though I do often become lucid when hovering. Such is not the case here, though I have always been intrigued by how natural it feels to float upwards into the air while standing.)

I soon become aware that my wife and oldest daughter are going out again, though I am not sure where. The large ugly parking lot in the area is back to being a pleasant empty field again. As I fly around, they walk northerly through the field, more to the eastern side of it. I fly down to see if my daughter is feeling well, but she now does not really look like my oldest daughter. She seems several years younger and has shorter black hair. In my dream, I do not coherently think of her as a third daughter though, and I am also not sure of her name (I do not call her by name in-dream anyway, as I recall).

I tell her that I am here and that she is talented and creative, so thus has skills to survive and attain whatever she wants. I tell her that she has always been a good daughter. I move from flying about to walking next to her on her right. She smiles, asking, “A daughter of…God?”

I slowly shake my head very lightly, as I do not care that much about being called “God” - it seems too generic and insignificant as well as with too many humanly diverse and limited religious associations. “The daughter of…everything,” I acknowledge. I tell her that I will be around to help her in any way she wants and then I fly back to the front of our house as they continue to walk wherever they are going.

I then have a bit of trouble closing the front doors (though I am mostly only aware of the main wooden door - the screen door does not actually seem present) due to hundreds of larger jigsaw puzzle pieces lying all over the floor, both inside and outside (in fact, they almost seem to multiply over time as I notice more and more). I make several attempts to get as many back into the living room as possible. Some of them are under the carpet (which is closer to the door than in reality) and I am thinking my youngest son is responsible for not putting them all away and I am complaining aloud even though no one is in the room. I do close the door a couple times, but consider that no pieces should be left outside (especially as it may be raining more heavily soon and water may come onto the porch). I am wondering how many different containers the pieces will fill. As I become more and more annoyed, I realize that I am dreaming and wake in gratitude that I do not have to sort and put away all the pieces (which may have come from several different floor-sized cardboard jigsaw puzzles).

28.01.2015

Exploring the pink planet (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

FIRST WILD (+10)
FULL DREAM (+1)
WON BET (+5)

A dream started forming in my mind and I started to viusalize myself well archored in the dream that was forming. I recalled to be a little cold when I was WILDing so I wanted to ensure I stayed in the dream for a while. A grabbed a branch and started rubbing it to make my dream stable (+1) and then I decided to take a small flight to raise the dream crystal clear quality.

I really felt I wanted to just go to space and enjoy the bliss I get when I do this. I took off flying and I started to fly. It was a sunny day and the sky was blue, but as I kept flying at hight speed I could see the sky turning darker until it was the blackness of space (+10) and I felt so happy to be up there. I recalled going to the sun as a anyone dare but I kind of passed (I forgot once more to do the personal dare of visiting Dark Vader...) so I just kept flying to space.

I tried to teleport and I asked to be taken to a strange planet. As I was flying, suddenly the whole dream vanished, and a second later, I appeared (teleported (+7) ) flying in space towards a pink look alike planet.







It actually looked quite similar to this one, but with a lot more stars, and some of the stars were of different colors. I flew inside the planet and the whole thing looked pink. I took a long while flying on it. It looked like a rocky planet and it had some sort of liquid also like oceans, that were also of a pinkish color. I have a hard time recalling exactly how things looked, I have blurry memories, so it is likely it looked blurry altogether.

I saw some beings, they looked like angelic, semi transparent and while.







They were not as human looking and they had more mist, but this is a close approach. I decided to talk to them(+2) and they replied with colors and weird symbols. I kind of kept exploring the place until I woke up suddenly.

Not much this week due to illness. Haven't tried inducing since last week, but had a near miss last night and an LD this morning:

I am on a college campus, inside a coffee shop. I am eating something in line and not paying attention. Suddenly it is my turn to get coffee. I apologize to the barista for not being ready and he walks away from me. I try locate the decaf. I see the dispenser for decaf coffee and ask if it is dark roast. He says that it is. I order a coffee and then hand him a plastic coffee cup/thermos I have picked up from inside. It is full of Cookie Crisp cereal (apparently what I was eating). He looks inside the mug, and then dumps all of the cereal into a trash. I am a bit shocked, as I did not expect this. I go back to the displays in the story, looking for another bag of cookie crisp. I find one, but realize that I had emptied a bag into the mug without paying for it. I decide to steal this bag since the barista ruined my opportunity to eat the other one. I shove them in a plastic grocery bag I am carrying.

I return to the counter. The barista says I look familiar and asks where he's seen me before. I agree and say he also looks familiar but that I don't know. He asks if I went to a lecture the previous day. I say I didn't. I ask him if he's a lucid dreamer.

"Yes," he says.

"Oh, cool," I say. "How long have you been lucid dreaming?"

"Since he walked in the door."

I stare at him for a moment before nose pinching. Seems I am awake, but I check my watch anyway. It is spazzing out and being weird. Could be a dream. He comments on me looking at my watch, saying, "Oh, that's one of the ways you check to see if you're in a dream." I look suspiciously at him and say, "This is a dream, isn't it?" He makes some kind of noncommittal gesture.

I look around at my surroundings. Everything seems very normal and very real. This seems like reality. I then realize that if I wake up in a few minutes I will be sort of pissed. I think back. When was the last time I went to sleep?And then I remember. I fell asleep at home. This is definitely a dream. Elated, I fly easily into the sky. The dream is providing me with good flying energy, and I am soaring higher and higher. I look down, and survey the ground below me, before diving headfirst at the ground. The street scene has become an ocean, and I dive beneath the waves. It unfortunately does not feel very real, and the dream begins breaking up. However, I continue flying along, hoping the visuals and tactile sensations will return. I wake up.

In this dream I was with 4 or 5 spies, and we were deep in Russia. I won’t get into the details of what happened, and I’ll focus more on the lucid part, but we crossed through woodlands, small towns, country side, and then we finally ended up in a city. We were being pursued by a woman in white dress, so we decided to blend-in with the locals by sitting in the back of a church. There were lots of people sitting around chatting. Then, this old woman beside me leaned over and asked where I was from, so I told her, and she replied she lived there too until she was 23, and then she moved back to her small town where she spent the rest of her life.

I jumped up and ran to one of the church’s windows and looked outside to see if all was clear for us to leave, but the woman in the white dress was standing alongside the church, and she saw me! I quickly turned around and ran out the back of the church and down a long flight of stairs. I was trying to go so quick that I flew down the stairs and around the corner. That’s when I realized I’m dreaming! Yeah, I’m lucid! I could feel my vision fading so I immediately took to flight. I flew across a small field; about 15 feet off the ground, and people were standing everywhere, staring at me. The tree line was coming up, but I wasn’t gaining altitude. I focussed on being at the tree tops, and this helped, because I flew immediately to the tree tops. My clarity was excellent at this point, so I decided to fly into a 3rd storey window of the church. I did so, and landed in an empty room. My clarity was fading so began to swirl. I swirled and swirled, but I felt like I was back in bed again, so I gave up and recorded the dream on my voice recorder. This voice recorder is cool! I woke up with 9 dreams on it.

Legend:

non-lucid;
Lucid
Dream end
Notes

It was cold, cloudy, winter morning. I was going from the kitchen to my room. I wanted to go to bed, but somehow I stopped in front of the TV screen. I feel crawling sensation going through all my body It's a dream! I say. I immediately do the nose plug RC. It works! I ran towards the kitchen and think Wait, there was a bottle of wine on the shelf near my bed. I go back, and take the bottle. I looked around, and made some RC's to check if it's really dream. If mother would see me chugging her bottle of wine... I chug it whole confidently, but I spoiled like three drops on the floor. I couldn't feel it's taste, and I haven't felt any effect of it. Still cold. I tried to shoot flames from my hands, but it wasn't working. I decide to go out of house. When opening the door my surroundings have changed. It was warm summer now. I scream More vividness! I see much more details now, and lucid feels more stable. Golden glow fits smoothly with green color of leaves and grass. I can see smallest fraction on the old, wooden fence in the front yard. The sky was almost crystal clear. There were like two small clouds within the oceans of blue. I ran towards the street observing people doing their usuall work in this village, and run into the city. I enter a bar. The tables were covered with maroon table cloth. The room was dimly lit by light going from the windows. Glasses were made of crystal, and silverware was lying near porcelain plates. There was a group of people sitting near one table. I think they were similar to persons I know in waking life. I see stairs going to the second floor. I go there, but find nothing of interest. I go back to the group sitting there. A crystall ball is what I need! I summon my backpack, open it and take the crystall ball. I put it on the table, and sit with DC's. They haven't got any problem with me sitting with them. I looked at the blank crystall ball. Suddenly storm clouds gather within it, and letters with golden glow form. Watch Losif! I decided to go back to my home, and teleported there using doorway portal. I was standing in the front yard. Everything turned back to grim, cold winter. I think I'll learn flying now! I put my hands in front of me, and my legs a bit upwards. I fly! Albeit I still have some problems with it, but I made it! As I go higher dream fades, and I wake up full of energy and excited.