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7/30 11-130 dream related to dream tracking and DJ / discussing how I will use alarm app with developer and when starting / beach town & hills / 4-430 wbtb LD! Office rolling stool - I am pushing this short rectangular stool on its rollers around some office halls. A lady is rolling her chair as well ahead of me but is a little bit slow and I make a move to go around her. The direction I went was a little bit of a long way so I have to speed up to make it worth it haha. At some point I realize that I'm making it hard on myself pushing this short stool around and I just pick it up and it is quite light. There's this beautiful brunette lady that tells me to grab one of these other kinds of chairs as well. I ask her if she is here to help me get set up in my office. I look closely at her face and feeling bold I tell her that her eyes are beautiful and I have one of my boldness initiated lucids that I was having commonly a few months back and I was reading about in my dream journal last night when I was looking to see thedifferent things I did when I would hit a little dry streak. Anyway, I told her this is a dream and you and I can have sex right here in the middle of the office all right now. I realize that I should be doing my first step for the competition and I'm trying to remember what it is and I finally think of mass telekinesis even though that was actually step 2. I feel the dream going dark not unlike the void but I don't think it was a DEILD and I just remain patient to stabilize and the sounds start coming back up and it sounds like I'm in the same place with lots of people around talking but when I look up expecting to see the beautiful brunette I get sidetracked and I get ready to pull my junk out and I look up and see my nephew and leave my junk covered. I think about doing one of my challenges to lucidity but decided to move on and went around the corner. I saw a black haired guy and thought maybe I can change him into the beautiful brunette in the hall (inspired by CanisLucidus' technique to summon Dreamer). I did my circular hand movement in front of his face that I planned to do for another task - not unlike a wizard or witch might do - and I get changes with each try. The first two times he just looks like a different guy but the third time he looks like a cute if somewhat tomboyish brunette girl with short hair. I hope this counts for some points because I didn't get many points going here. I start to refocus on my competition goals but perhaps I should have kept doing something at the same time because I fade gently back to bed and thought maybe I could re-enter the dream but I found myself fully waking up and ended up having to get up after running through the dream in my head to lock it into memory just in case. / record player playing a recording of something that I didn't want played related to a mistake at work. I was trying to carefully move the record needle to a different place on the record but the lever that you would normally put your finger on was very small and it was difficult to pick it up for fear of scratching the record. / ~645 sex with AB - I'm in an upstairs bedroom talking to AB from work and as I walk out of the room and start heading down the stairs I realize that she was looking at me in a flirty way...I'm dreaming...I decided to go back up the stairs into the room and she had already removed all her clothes. I asked her if she was touching with herself and she bashfully said yes. I reach down there and she is moist. We fool around quite a bit and I am getting ready to stick it in her mouth when I wake up. Possibly a false awakening as I don't remember doing an RC before going into my next dream. / dream discussing an idea for dehydrating then reconstitute for easier delivery (nothing related to my field of work).

Clearly I am letting sex get in the way of my plan for getting some points in the competition. Recall is improved with some lucids in between.

I kept waking up due to pain in my throat, so I ended up with six dream fragments. These are my dreams in chronological order.

DILD:

A friend I know in real life is walking beside me in the autumn woods just behind her house. She looks a bit strange to me, inflated like a balloon and stretched around the eyes, but I don't pay much attention to it. The path we're walking is clear through the brush and a light dusting of snow hides under thick branches. I already know where we're going: A large circular camp with an odd hide tent and fire-pit that has died in the cold gusts.
We both have guns slung over our shoulders (a Ruger M77 for me and a Ross rifle for her if anyone's interested) and mine was cooler! By the time we reach the encampment she silently moves behind the tent. I thought that was kind of odd, but whatever. It's a dream, weird shit happens. Seconds later, I hear a shoot ring out, and a bullet whips by my face. I got to seeeee the bullet. My dreams are the best bros ever.
Because I'm awesome in both my real hunting and dream hunting, apparently, I swing the rifle off my shoulder in a fluid move and engage the bullet. It only takes a moment for me to aim from twenty yards and pull the trigger.
Dream ends. Saltwater is gurgled and Benadryl is taken in copious amounts.

Slightly graphic
WILD:

I'm sitting in someone's living room with a government-style dossier in my lap. Paper targets litter the floor and the bulls-eyes are ripped apart by large-caliber bullets. The dull sofa I'm chilling like a baws on is torn and stained in more place than the dreaming human mind can count.
So, I open the flimsy paper book and a severed human head greets me. His skull is ripped open in five spots that look to be about .22-size organized in a triangular shape but it looks to have been bleached under water. A vague sense of familiarity encases the picture when I realize I passed the guy on the street last week.
This carries on with multiple people I can barely consider acquaintances: A late cashier I saw being yelled at by their boss, an elderly lady I helped walk across the street and another foolish skateboarder who fell trying to jump eight steps. Each had nearly identical wounds to the first but the last picture has thin blunt force trauma instead of entry wounds. Guess which one.
Dreams ends. I wake up coughing slightly.

DEILD:

I'm in a gigantic skate park in the middle of the night. I'm not on a skateboard: I'm on a hoverboard. With a laser gun. Not a ton to this dream: I just hovered(?) around shooting other people on their boards between my sweet moves. Nobody else was recognizable due to a paintball-esque suit, but I didn't the feeling that I knew them. You know how your dream tells you stuff like this. But, when someone got shot and fell off their board, they disintegrated on the floor in pixel-like dust.
I didn't win, but I didn't lose either by the time the dream ended.

DEILD:

So I was a swan. A black swan, precisely. I'm not really sure why, but when I tried to move my arms they were big black wings. "Oh, I'm a black swan!" Not gonna argue with my mind there. I flippered, floppered, swan-walked around a little on a strange little hill before I decided to go flying.
It was pretty awesome. One of the better dream flights I've had, because I felt the need to actually FLAP and all. But I knew what would make it cooler: Mid-air fights. Another swan, maybe. I just let my mind process it. Before I had time to really react, three Arado Ar 76 (German jet fighters) pull out of the clouds.
Aaaand, I spit fireballs at them, from my awesome black beak. Rolling, diving, twisting and turning around the pit-patters of machine gun fire and then fireworks as I ignited their engines. Every time I put a plane down another one came out of the clouds until the sun set.
Dream ends. More saltwater gurgling.

WILD:

This one was pretty awesome. When I used to LD a LOT, I created this thing called the Hallway. I used the Hallway as a cool way to access dreams I could remember or plot-lines that my subconscious would be cool. Basically, my mind's eye thinks it's this insanely tall, narrow corridor that stretches out longer than I can see, with monotone brown doors on both sides. Each door has plaque on it where I can "write" whichever dream or things I want in my dream.
I got to revisit the Hallway again, and I picked a dream that looked exactly like the Hallway, because I figured that'd be awesome dream-ception. When I stepped into the new hallway, however, there was only one door. And a centaur behind me. Just as I was stepping through the next door after dodging a charging centaur, the dream ended.
I had to get up and do some crap, but I just passed out on my bed later.

Non-lucid dream:

I was playing a violin. I have no clue how to play violin, but it sounded quite nice. As I played the violin, however, surges of strange colors would flood my vision and twist the environment like I was stuck in a kaleidoscopic tube. There's not much I can say other than each note turned into a specific color or in a predictable way. Associating sound with visual context would be a cool way to learn music in real life, though.

Didn't manage to remember the previous two days' dreams, but this one I was able to recall by laying in bed for a moment and thinking. It almost slipped by my memory!
I was in an underground passageway, with lots of sand and rock around me. The lighting was dim; some lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Apparently I was tasked with completing a computer project by finding a sound-bit for the Windows start up noise and downloading it.
Instead, I put that project off and decided to read manga. Eventually, I got bored of that and headed around the nearby corner to find a long, sandy hallway/tunnel. I saw some people walking down it. I made my way forward but was suddenly blinded by a bright blue light. I heard a static-like noise, and then saw a flash as a blue-purple colored laser fired from the end of the tunnel where the light was coming from. The laser killed many of the people in the tunnel, much to my horror. I ducked in a side area as the laser fired, and overheard a man nearby shouting "I can't believe they have diamonds!"
I turned and saw some strange humanoid looking creatures who were holding spears and coming closer to me. They wore brown cloaks, and their faces were shrouded, the only thing possible to see was their orange eyes. They looked like Jawas from Star Wars. I fought them, and as the battle commenced I heard distinct arabian-ish music playing as a backdrop for the fight, almost as if I was in a video game. Once they were defeated, I collected the nearby loot on the ground: some skittles and a bottle cap. This is actually my dream referencing my real life hobby of collecting bottle caps.
I walked back out into the hallway where the death laser was previously, and saw my family walking towards me. They told me we were going on vacation. And funnily enough, we just recently got back from vacation.
That's all I could remember.

28.07.2013

Ada killing Dopplegangers and Me Dancing To Kill? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Last night I did about 90 minutes of training myself to let unconscious thoughts come in faster without giving much conscious judgment in them, and even though it's my first attempt, it's helping me SO MUCH with dream recall lately. It's actually fun doing those sessions as well because of how my unconscious mind can gather all of these random events and make something out of them.

The reason why I'm doing that kind of exercise is so that when I wake up to attempt to recall my dreams, I gain more confidence that I will be able to synch in with those unconscious thoughts we get when recalling our dreams, where we don't question what's going on, and all we're doing is just letting those thoughts come out.

I put this dream off for about 2 days, and can still remember a decent portion of it as well.


So I'm walking through a school hall, and noticed how a bit blurry the environment is, with small patches of refined detail here and thread, almost as if something bad is going to happen. And as I'm shifting left and right in this perception in the dream, I noticed that the crowd in the hallway is getting a little bit bigger than it should be.

I'm on the left side, and people are coming through me in the opposite direction that I'm facing. I noticed there's this fairly large entity that looks very abnormal compared to the rest of dream characters here.

He's like the picture from above, except most of his body is white with a small hint of pink within it, and his face seems to look human as well, and seems to have a dark blonde hair-style similar to Albert Wesker's. The environment surrounding us consists of turquoise and shades of blue.

The tile floors below us consist mostly of white and blue blocks, and there's a bit of a worn-out look on the floor, most likely because of the dust and dirt from the constant flow of people coming in and out of the school building.

To the left of me, about 3 feet in front of me, is a random classroom door, and the mutant creature is standing perpendicular to me as I'm parallel to the wall to the left of me. He slowly turns his head and looks down at me, and for a few seconds, I was in fear of what he'll do to me, but he just ends up smiling at me and turning back to look at the classroom door.

Eventually, the door opens, and we both go into an environment a lot brighter compared to the previous area. It has this milky and glowing aura type of atmosphere with specs of circular lights floating about. There's streams of curvy vanilla lines flowing through, and it feels kind of weird being in an environment that would induce positive feelings due to its nature.

So, I noticed that my perspective is changing, and I'm not aware of my dream body as much, and it feels like I'm watching a randomly generated video clip of Ada talking with one of her dopplegangers. Not Carla from RE6, but just an exact copy of her, only that this doppleganger is a little bit more muscular and has a bit more meat to her.

Ada is wearing the costume she had from RE2, like the picture below:

Seems Ada is irritated with this doppleganger, and I can't recall the exact conversation they had. All I know is that Ada eventually took a silver tableware knife and stabs the doppleganger in her ear. The doppleganger is still alive, and is slowly walking down some stairs, and I noticed the dream scene shifts completely from being bright to being a little darker.

The stairs are dark green with a few streaks of yellow, and the handrail is black and has a very thin metal frame as well. It seems she's going through the type of stair format where it looks like it's forming squares if you were to look down below from a high elevation, like spiraling down into what seems like a bottomless pit.

The doppleganger is using her right arm to hold onto her left elbow, as if she's injured from other areas of her body. I can't remember what happens next, but there's a dream shift where I'm back to the bright area I mentioned before.

For some reason, I have to dance with some random dream character that looks kind of like Mr. Bean, except he has light brown hair and has a softer visage. I have to pretend I'm dancing to some music with this guy so that Ada can kill him.

I don't know why, I just went with the flow and tried to do my best to give the signal to Ada without the dream character trying to turn back and possibly find out about her plan to eliminate him. I gave Ada some eye gestures for quite some time, and I'm wondering if this dream character is just either really passive about body language, or he's just doesn't have enough sentience and sapience to know what we're up to.

I can't recall what's going to happen next after that. It just ends up being me trying to give her signs to kill him off while I look like an idiot trying to dance where there's nobody around but me and two people.

18.06.2013

Group of Females Have Sex But They Slap Me If I Join In & Explosions Everywhere (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It's hard to give out a decent description of the area I started out in, seeing as I didn't have much interest in recalling it from having the dream yesterday or Monday of this week. The first thing that I do recall is that I'm bracing my back against a wall, a very dark brown brick wall that eventually extends into a dark hallway the more I acknowledge the environment around me. I have several women, maybe 5 of them surrounding me, and I can feel their sexual energy and their enthusiasm of embracing themselves with penetrating each other with strap-ons and using sexual toys to enhance their experience and attachments to each other.

I simply wanted to view the experience at first, hearing their subtle moans and sighs of reliefs as they continue going through a system of just loving each other through sexual means. I was naked as well, and I started growing fond to how cold the wall and the floor I'm sitting on felt combined with the warmth that was expressed with these females. It felt as if they were teasing me, and it was hard to tell if they purposefully restricted me to join in, or if I was doing it to myself for some masochistic reason. I held on to the thought of them increasing their sexual vibes towards each other, even though the imagery and visualization isn't as clear since I woke up from the dream. I held on to the thought, and I eventually gave in.

I wanted to participate with them, seeing as now that their state of libido has augmented so much that they wouldn't be judgmental in who is penetrating who. However, when I tried to do so, I can only recall snippets of random moments that distracted me from the overall atmosphere of the dream. I didn't even see my own dream body anymore, but rather other bodies of males that I felt that I was controlling. And one that I was actually possessing, or taking the role of had white hair, about 20+ years of age, and looked like an anime character.

Then I realized these same women I was surrounded by looked exactly like the concept art behind an erotic animated series called Discipline and even Starless. *gulp*

Anyway, while I was trying to collect my thoughts and hopefully have sex with whoever is in close proximity, an explosion just random occurs. (Why does something always happen just when I'm 3 feet away from having dream sex...UGH)

All of the females and myself were soaring in the air from the blast, and while I'm in mid-air, I managed to control myself a bit more and immediately grabbed a blonde female that looked like Leona Morimoto (google that name at your own risk).

What felt like just grabbing her arm to hopefully save her from being injured from impact to the ground ended up with me holding her in my arms completely. She looks up to me and smiles at me, and from there, I started to becoming more enticed into her smile and the vibe she gave me. From there, I can't really recall what happened.

bed: 10:30pm - wake: 4:00am - wbtb: 5:15am

I am instantly (dream-awake) laying on my side on a brown wooden table, probably in the same position I fell asleep in. I know immediately I'm in a lucid dream but just to be sure I look at one hand and a few of my fingers are predictably faded out or invisible. I tell myself to remain calm and slowly try to get up off the table. I can see that I'm in a room I don't recognize but the walls are made with rough fitted blocks of tan and brown stone. It has an old look but I can tell the room is in fact modern, without decoration, and very clean and brightly lit. It reminds me of perhaps a hallway in a nice church.

I push myself up slowly to sitting with my dream hands so I'm sitting upright now and stand up. I slowly walk to the wall and run my hand over the stone trying to solidify the dream with some tactile sensations. I stone feels rough as expected and slightly cold. The dream is pretty solid at this point so I exit the larger room into a hallway that also has the same stone walls. The hallway curves at various points almost like your following the passage of a maze. I decide to try levitating and raise my legs into the air so I'm floating and as expected I'm able to move forward more quickly and smoothly.

I'm afraid of the dream fading which it often does when I'm flying so I drop my legs back down to the ground, crouch down and again touch the cold stones with my hands to keep the dream stable.

Down the hallway the passage seems to open to a larger room to the right and I can hear voices in the room. I become a bit afraid of what I will find in there and I'm hesitant to go further as I don't want this to turn into something awful. Just as I consider this a little blond girl walks into the hall from the big room. She is smiling and welcoming me into the room. The dream fades out quickly and i'm back in bed awake now.

I'm walking down a long hallway. It is reddish yellow and more like a square duct terminating in a wooden door. I remembered that to enter a lucid dream one of the resources is to assume that all doors lead to lucid dreaming. I open the door to another hallway that has doors on both sides. I travel the corridor quickly and looked toward those rooms. In each one there seems to be corpses (I guess), but everything happens very quickly because I move too fast almost like flying. Semi-lucid and confusing dream.

10.01.2013

Two Executioners After Me (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It's a Resident Evil 4 and 5 themed dream, and I believe I'm walking along with someone who's my partner. I ask them to be cautious of the Las Plagas enemies and any other random enemies; I even tell them that killing one enemy a certain way would be easier in the long run.

I believe it was the Las Plagas enemy in the game that wears a red robe, and he wasn't wearing the mask in the pic below:

I realized I'm all alone now, and I'm walking inside of a dark hallway with white floors and gray walls. It seems there was something in this hallway I was going to get, but I don't have really good recall of it.

The dream shifts where I decide to turn around and get out, and there's two Executioners in front of me that have mid-ranged weapons connected by chains.

The environment outside looks like a derived section of the Village section in Resident Evil 4, and the skies are dark brown with thunder randomly appearing. There are dark brown trees with no leaves whatsoever, and the surface is mixed with autumn leaves and a dirt trail in the middle.

I try to see what they're going to do, and it seems they're going to take turns in trying to kill me, so it's basically a 1 vs 1 encounter.

I don't know why the other one in the left is here, but I focus my attention on the one to the right because he flings things large metal start spiked object at me, and I'm deflecting it with something I can't recall too well.

I hear the metal clanks, and I can feel the aggressive force this executioner is exerting when using the chained weapon at me. I bounce back, and I'm honestly having a hard time, and since he has two of these weapons, I have to keep myself aware even after I deflect one weapon.

It took him maybe 2-3 seconds to chain the attacks together before taking a 4 second break to prepare for another chain, and there were two moments where I almost got injured.

I keep deflecting the attacks, literally on my toes having to spatially expand my awareness. I don't know what I do next, but I get used to his attacks and I presume that I would make a final kill somehow before I have to deal with the one on the left.

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10.01.2013

Cowboy Bebop Final Episode Simulation (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I only remember being at an elevator, pressing the up or down button on the glossed dark brown panel.

The elevator dings, and random men in black suits start aiming their guns at me from both elevator doors.

I duck for cover somehow and kill them off, and I can't really feel myself being injured or anything like that. I try to press the button several times after dealing with this onslaught, and it just keeps going and going maybe 2-3 times....I can't remember anything after that.

08.01.2013

Boxes With No Content and GIVE ME BACK MY ZUNE HD!!! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm with a group of guys who do all sorts of box related stuff, whether it's dressing themselves as boxes or doing box pranks.

The first thing that comes up with these guys is that one of them had their mother killed by a dog, which I really do believe. So when they're showing evidence, I see things in spectator mode, like a movie clip being played.

Things start out with sticks being placed, and I feel like I'm wacking the sticks with another stick. I don't know how I'm in this movie clip, and certainly do not hope that I'm the killer.

Turns out it's a prank, and I see one of the members of the box people dressed up like a Boxed version of the Katamari Prince.

Then I follow him for unknown reasons, and we're at this plane garage of some sort, and the other members are sitting down on vanilla metal fold-able chairs conducting a plan to prank a specific group of people.

So what they were going to do was get some rectangular shaped Styrofoam and put them in white boxes. Then they would put in some bogus instruction manual to things look legit right on top section inside the box so they would see it immediately when opening in.

I'm sitting down watching them do their thing, and they're done within a few seconds. They have a whole collection of rectangular boxes stacked on top of each other set up in rows and columns. For its height, it was about as high as my head sitting down (I'm 5'1'' or something like that).

I could see some boxes were cut off or something, and I was wonder how they're going to pull this off. I assumed these bad boxes were only facing me, and they were just using them as fillers to make the whole set look legit.

So then a random person comes in and picks up a box almost near to the end of one of the half opened boxes that looked like they were sawed off. Luckily he picked up one of their good ones, but for some reason, He actually has the competence to realize this box is extremely light.

So he opens the new one, looks at the instructional manual on top, and he looks convinced. BUT NO, he then takes something that's ACTUALLY in there, which is what he should've wanted, took it out, and asked one of the guys on whose item this belongs too.

I thought he was just stupid and should've went with a box with something in it at least. As I'm passively watching the back of him, I noticed he's holding a plastic bag with something in it. And one of the guys responds,

"Oh, that's his Zune HD."

And he's pointing at me.


So I start spasming and I go into the mode of,

"GIVE ME BACK MY ZUNE HD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

So I quickly try to hold on to it, but this guy who's at least 6'4'' tall holds on to the other end pretty well. I tried to get control, but the dream immediately fades away, and I wake up with my eyes closed, realizing I could DEILD. But then I started talking to my Tulpa for good 45 seconds or so until the alarm rings.

Ugh...mornings...

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08.01.2013

Staged Bungee Jumping??? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I just remember some guys dressed in White Robes and Desert hats are trying to simulate some event where some evil group of people made someone bungee jump near high traffic. They wouldn't send them right into the traffic, but they would make them 10 feet above it though.

It was kind of scary, and I'm watching things in spectator mode being worried if these people can actually hold their victims properly. No one was killed, at least to my recall, and then the staged version of it happens where the guy seems to be preparing for Circus Acrobatics.

This was all in an environment that represented some parts of New York. The people, both the staged and the actual evil people were all on a bridge that was maybe 20 feet above traffic. This same bridge was connected to the apartment complexes or random buildings on opposite sides.

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08.01.2013

Use GMail to send out Package Orders? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a school hallway that resembles a High School's in waking life.

There's the milky caramel colored tiled flooring along with this white glass covering on top that has the run blasting its light all over it, and the place looks pretty peaceful and quiet.

This is kind weird since this section of the hallway would have a cafeteria to the left, and I thought there would be a lot of chattering since it felt like Lunch Time.

People started to come to the hallway more, and there was a plan where me and a few group of people would eventually use Gmail to send out food packages or something.

I came up with the idea of using the Gmail, so yay me!

Then there's random manifestation of food on tables everywhere when someone said there will be tables.

After 10 seconds or so, the hallway that's about a quarter mile long has a lot of food lined up on the right side (looking at this screen). I feel hungry and decided to help myself on some food.

I think there were restrictions, especially on the desert where I hear two old people saying that they'll be using their eyes very well to see who picked out more than two items for each plate.

There were a lot of plates if I was thinking clearly at the time, but I started to become paranoid by picking only 1 food item from every other 3 or even 5 plates.

Then I noticed people are just taking food like that without a care in the world, so I jump into the bandwagon and did the same. I picked out random stuff like Chowmein, Cheesecake, and other stuff I can't even place a name on; I just know they looked and probably tasted REALLY good..

Then the dream shifts where I find myself thinking that the tardy bell, or the warning bell before that bell was going to ring. But for a few seconds before knowing that, I remember going into the wrong sub-hallway to my left, but not knowing it's the wrong area as yet.

I see a many come inside the glass doors with metal bars to push in to open, and he looks really familiar. After 1-2 seconds, I easily picked up on who it's a counterpart of, which is a guy named Carly or something. He's wearing a gray shirt, faded blue jeans, and can't remember the shoe color.

He's basically a pretty decent copy of the waking life version, and he waves at me and I do the same. Then he looks at me weird, and I don't even know why. Then I realize this isn't where my Chemistry room is!!!

I don't know, I just had a random surge of thought come out and presumed I had to go to Chemistry class in High School. I realized I'm wearing a white dress shirt tucked underneath black dress pants and fancy black lace less shoes, and also a red tie as well.

I prepared myself to dash, but I'm having a difficult time running of course. I feel like I'm running on a treadmill at times, but I am able to move forward a bit.

It gets tiring for a while since I can feel my feel and the shoe front bending a bit (I think the shoe was a little big for me). My main objective from that point was to get to the other side that had red stuff.

I finally get control of my ability to run, and halfway in the hallway, I see some random guy to my right who's wearing a light gray shirt and regular blue jeans and is close to being obese looking at a Widescreen television placed to the left on top of the sides of the higher floor.

I stop and wondered why this guy is so phased out watching it, and I look at it myself. I think it was random commercials or someone giving a message. It felt like instructions on doing something, but I forgot what it was.

So I spend the rest of the dream trying to reach the other side, and I don't know if I actually reach there before the dream fades away.

There's a few more dreams I recalled, but I'm too lazy as hell to type them down, and I'm hungry too...

Nowhere near a success, but at least the Task of the Year is on my mind!

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #53: The Cestus

I’m in a bathroom, looking for a stall to use. I don't feel desperate, but I'm not being very careful as I swing one open. Inside I find a guy standing there peeing right into the drain on the floor. I bleat, "Sorry! Sorry!" as I try to hurriedly close the door. But unfortunately, the stall door has completely disappeared, leaving me no escape from this excruciating situation.

I’m embarrassed for him peeing into the drain like a barbarian and I’m embarrassed for me throwing open the door like an idiot. I stand there marinating in the awkwardness for a moment before it becomes so painful that I have a false awakening into...

...the same bathroom. I don't buy that I woke up in a bathroom, and I become lucid. The bathroom is empty now and I’m standing by a sink looking into a mirror. I note that the stall doors are all closed again and that I badly need a shave. I cannot handle the idea of leaving a bathroom without washing my hands, so I'm glad that the faucet works. I don't see soap anywhere but fortunately I manage to get over this.

I head outside into the hall and it looks like the hallway of a dark hotel, deep blue carpeting and flickering fluorescent lights. I can go left or right and I choose left. When I head to the left, though, I see a writhing black cloud of smoke at the end of the hall. It looks like the smoke monster from Lost. I mutter, “I’ll pass...” and head back the other way down the hall.

The electric lights flicker for a moment and then the whole scene starts to darken and press down on me. I rub my hands together and the details feel real, down to the deadlift calluses at the pinky, ring, and middle finger joints. When I do this, there’s an electric crackle and the lights come back on. I walk for a long way down the hall but somehow it just seems to get longer and longer. I want to either find a DC for basic Task of the Month or get to Rome for the Colosseum battle Task of the Year. I start to feel fretful that I'm going nowhere and the scene fades to black.

I feel it coming, though, and I relax and prep for DEILD. Another scene begins to form. I’m walking through a concrete structure that looks like a parking garage or the innards of a stadium. I’m wearing something like a cestus, a nasty-looking, studded leather wrapping around my hand. This isn’t the Colosseum, but I feel like I can turn this into the “Europe” Task of the Year. I’m armed and the location seems like something I could massage into the Colosseum with a little effort.



But I notice that I feel like I’m no longer able to breathe. The breath simply doesn't feel like it's coming anymore. I know it has to be an illusion but the sensation is terrifying. I try to relax and wait for this to play itself out but some part of me panics and I wake up.

A small but important dream I had within the last week. It was vivid enough to remember with certainty, but I only recall a tiny fragment:

I'm standing in my Grandmothers hallway with my first cousin Matthew (a cousin from the other side of the family). He is a full grown adult and looks matured. He also looks like he survived a war. His childhood friend is with us, he is also a full grown adult, and I mention this because I never saw them as adults.

Matthew shows me the hallway has a trapdoor in the side, leading to a part of the house that does not exist in waking life. It looks scary, and we are forced to crawl through a corridor fit for an animal.

There is a green light, and a red light in the hall. It widens into a traditional sized hallway blocked by a door. I notice the paint is badly chipped and looks hyper realistic. Chained up in front of a wooden door is a zombie Doberman-pincher straight out of Resident Evil. Matt's friend reacts with serious intensity, raises a 12-gauge shotgun and points it at the undead dog. I remember thinking I should have a shotgun too...

--I woke up.

After this dream, I suddenly remembered how many dreams I've had in this hallway. Scores that I didn't recall at any point in the past two years. This could be the first hallway I had nightmares about. It was always poorly light.. The attic from this house appear in two other dreams posted at Dreamviews.

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12.08.2012

Chicken Felattio Wake up Call (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Things start out where I'm with a group of dream characters who have to fill in an empty case with a label on the side of it with the right CD.

To make this dream short, it was basically just putting things in the right slot. Then I'm getting felattio from a cartoon chicken female in a red female ceo suit and skirt.

The funny thing is, as soon as things were actually getting good, the alarm in waking life wakes me up.


Which means a chicken not only did a cock doodley doo on my penis, but the fact that I woke up and roosters being a wake up call (except it was a female though) just made me confused.

Note, I'm still not able to process whether or not who is giving me head is an animal or human at the time I was waking up. In fact, when I woke up, I wanted to perform a DEILD, but the alarm made my eyes open up.

I quickly turned that damn thing off and went back to imagining the dream scene of me getting sucked off by whoever (which in this case was the female chicken).

But I decided the wasting another hour of sleep just to attempt to get virtual blowjobs wasn't going to be worth it since I would have company over in 2 hours or so.

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12.08.2012

Happiness and Sadness in the Snow (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking in the snow, and completely ignoring that it rarely snows where I live in waking life. I'm assuming I have my brown leather jacket on with regular dark blue jeans.

It feels so empty, until I see a girl to the left of me about 10 feet away. She's a redhead, and she's wearing a white sleeved shirt where the sleeves are pulled up near the intersection of her elbows. I believe she had a few freckles around her nose, but I wasn't paying too much on her visage.

I was just giving her a passive glance, and I saw there's a guy coming next to her, and it seems he's her boyfriend or just a really good friend. She talks with him for a while, and he mentions something on how she did on Algebra.

I couldn't hear her response, but I could tell she's excited and enthusiastic in her speech. She mentions that her final exams are done, and that she can finally let loose and have some fun.

The moment she said that, it made me reflect how I still have freaking 3 exams next week. And I went back to looking down on the ground, hugging myself because it's fairly cold. As I'm walking slowly in the snow, I passively accept the audio from the girl and the boy that I just eavesdropped for a while.

I hear the echoes and muffling sounds from them, feeling their positive energy over their exams being finished pisses me off more, and I just want to get to the gray door that's about 15 feet away from me already.

It seems I'm heading for a store, but the store itself seems to have no activity, at least from what I was seeing from afar. The windows are fairly realistic, having reflections here and there. The insides looked pitch black, but I can still make a decent visual on the contours of what's inside there.

It seems to be nothing but wooden chairs, tables, and all sorts of furniture inside. The boy and the girl who are now behind me, completely out of my scope of vision, I could sense that they're leaving to enjoy themselves.

I open the door, and I find myself being shifted into a completely different dreaming environment. The inside of the room is fairly compact and short, and the walls consists of a dark red intertwined with a maroon color.

It feels like I'm in a mini-factory, or the back of a store where you have all the boilers and steamer machines being exposed. This place feels so familiar, but I have not awareness as to why, and I believe I take my jacket off at this point since I'm not seeing myself wearing it at all.

I'm shifting through third person and first person view here and there, so it's a bit hard to collect when I'm a spectator or seeing myself 3rd or 1st person. I walk slowly into this mini hallway consisting of a gray and thin concrete linear path, and as I'm heading for the interseciton that makes the pathways into a cross, I encounter someone familiar.

This person to the left of me looked like a guy who was in my art class in High School. He had weight issues, and not to be cruel or anything, he was extremely obese. He puts on that facade of depression, or at least this passive state of interchanging the demeanor of being bored or just tired of life.

I looked at him, seeing if he's going to respond to me at all, but he doesn't really declare anything to me. I continue walking slower, focusing my sight on the door in front of me. It seems I had the keys for this door, so I take them out of my right pocket I believe.

The door knob is silver, and is suprisingly being a little brigther than the rest of this dull environment saturated with dark red and maroon colors. The big guy is still there, and by this time, I was this close from completely blocking him from my reality inside of this dream, he didn't really matter to me because I simply did not have an attachment or any kind of bonding with him in waking life.

But he says something, which quickly alerts me to acknowledge him, but here's how things work out. As he's talking to me, I'm in spectator mode, and I see myself wearing a gray shirt and jeans, and my view is focused near the stomach region of the shirt.

There's a gap on my left side (if you were to take on the role of me in 1st or 3rd person view), or to the right if you're looking at this screen where I could see the guy's face and body behind me. I noticed that while I'm in spectator view, I seem to be depressed about myself overall as well.

I can barely see my eyes because they're covered with a shadow of darkness, and my lips are neutral, barely dropping any kind of facial expression as I'm listening to this guy. Again, I can't really hear what he's saying, but I do stop in my tracks to at least show some respect and wait until he's done talking.

When he's finished, I go back to treating him like another human being that I'll just see and forget. I go inside the door, and I find myself in a store. It's a very short store, about 20 feet in width, and maybe 30-40 feet in length from the start of the door I came into all the way to the Indian man in front of me.

He seems like a peaceful man, and he's wearing a faded vanilla dress shirt, and I can't tell what he's wearing below because he's behind a counter. The store inside is the same as the mini hallway I was in a while ago. There's shelves to my left and right, though I wasn't interesting in materialism.

Something about this man made me go after him, I can't remember what happens next.

11.15.2012

Passing Another Scantron (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is that I'm being assigned a task of giving someone their scantron with their grade on it. They have a B in it, and I'm looking for the classroom. I finally reach a hallway with a door at the end, I go to the left after going through the double doors, and had to wait until the teacher was done.

She sees that I'm outside, and quickly comes near the door so I can give her the scantron. There was a student who was a Black male, and he was complaining on something related to his degree, which happens to be Biochemistry.

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11.15.2012

What Year Am I in? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside a random classroom with wooden desks with metal based chairs. The walls are dark brown, and it feels a lot like High School. There's a girl that I'm aware of that I know in waking life that's in this dream, let's call her Christina.

I look at Christina for some odd reason, and then turn back. I have to fill out some blanks on a colored worksheet that's probably a cool color, most likely blue. I can't figure out what year I'm going to graduate, and I look at those awards that are posted in gold and surrounded by fancy brown wood polish for an answer.

However, there's years in 1950, and all sorts of stuff that it confuses me more.

10.25.2012

Dhal Puri and Random Stuff (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm planning to go with my mother to some store, I get some mental image of Dhal Puri being made there. It's inside of a Blue Bag with small black lining, the bag itself is one strapped I believe.

I also recall seeing a random blonde female with a black outfit having the strap over her shoulder as well. I think there's a petty argument with my mother on the thing, or maybe it was with someone else, I can't remember too well.

There's also people that are leaving the room we're in, which resembles a hotel room. Now why those people are inside of this room that should be reserved for me and my mother, I don't know. I look at then prepare to leave, and it's your basic family.

Annoying little kid, a few teenagers that I didn't bother to look at much, a mother and father. I'm saying the obvious because compared to them, it was just me and my mother. Full family of DCs while I'm with just a part of what's generally a whole family. How cute.

I checked my wallet for some reason, making sure my debit card is still in the slots of it, which I presumed it was, since I saw its color there, along with the color of my Laundry Card, since they don't use coins there in waking life.

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10.25.2012

Brock's Dub on Ryan Romney (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I basically had a dream that repeated some parts in a video of Brock's Dub on YouTube over Mitt Romney and Obama's Debate. It was more specific on Ryan Romney's part in the video where he was working out. Before the weird part where there's supposed to be some random girly stuff around them, I see Ryan Romney wearing a gray hoodie and then leaning his face to his left side (right if you're looking at this screen obviously)

Spoiler for Don't kill me Political Peoples...noes dontz do it!!:

Then my alarm woke me up.

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10.25.2012

Biology and Pokemon Rap (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm trying to take notes in this random Biology-related lecture, and it feels to me that whoever is talking eventually makes a rap about it. That's probably because I was watching Epic Rap Battles of History a few hours before I slept, lol.

I couldn't keep up, and eventually, everyone is gone, and I have the room to myself now. I take the time to literally fill in the gaps that I had on my paper by scrolling through the PowerPoint Presentation styled format on the screen. There were empty blanks that would then reveal words if I wanted to see what's next.

I spend the rest of the dream writing stuff down.

Wait, where did the Pokemon part come in? Aw darn it, I forgot. >.<

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10.25.2012

Why Won't You Talk To Me Woman!?!?! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm watching a random Western clip on Youtube, and it was maybe 2-3 minutes ago. After I was done watching it, or maybe halfway into being finished, I feel like I'm transported into a different environment.

I do a nose plug RC, and it doesn't work, but I keep holding my nose, because it's clearly obvious, my diaphragm is functioning just fine when I close my nasal pathways. So go me for not relying on the breathing aspect, and seeing other areas are obviously working, defying logic of waking life, so I must be dreaming!

Good job Link!!!!! You get a golden star!

I'm in a ghost town, somewhat of a ghost town, how can a somewhat ghost town still be in the category of a ghost town? You figure that out yourself ya trooper.

So I'm just walking around, feeling neutral like I'm always trying to do in a rare lucid to prevent the dream from destabilizing. To the left of me is a wooden roof supported by columns about 6-7 feet apart from each other. I'm just walking casually in the middle of this dusty brown road, and the feelings that this is a Western-theme dream in a way continues to come into my dream schemata.

Oh my gawd, stop using big words!

I finally accept this environment, and I continue walking, the sections inside below the wooden roof that extends quite a distance from where I'm at is fairly dark, but I can still see the majority of everything in it.

Just brown dust on the ground, Wooden walls and a wooden roof, and me in the middle of a roof-less section, while the right side is the same as the left, most likely.

I finally encounter a female with long, elegant black hair that ends near her waist or a bit closer to her ass. Very enticing object-------I mean woman compared to the rest of this dull environment. She's wearing a transparent blouse (to some extent) that has an overall Pastel Yellow Green color to it.

She's wearing the usual female jeans that has the slightly white glow on the rear side and back legs. Go female fashion design to focus more on the woman's ass rather than her face.


So I slowly go up to her, and then I asked her if she can help me.

I let the question sit in its ambiguity, just to see a response, anything, something, SOMETHING, an UTTER? A GASP?

Nothing. She says nothing, She just shifts her face left and right frantically for about 2 seconds, then turns her face away from me. I noticed that when she turned back, she really focuses on what's behind her, not me, as if she's trying to run away from someone, and to check that they aren't close to finding her.

I guess I must be ruining her hiding spot, but again, I don't know what's going on since she's not telling me anything. She starts to move, and I follow her, and she's walking slowly at first. I queried to her a few more questions, and then asked,

"Can you at least tell me what your name is?"

She starts to walk a little faster, and I know I could've just let her go her own way, but since she's the only one here at the moment, and I don't feel like staying in an empty environment, I had to keep up the pace.

Now I realized I really should've gotten over the insecurity of being alone in a dream, make a different dream environment for something.......Man, I'm stupid, gotta set mantras to remind myself that I'll do that sometime.

She's still silent, and I start to lose my cool big time.....while at the same time I'm losing my cool, I'm also speculating that losing my cool will potentially destabilize the dream, and that I need to cool down. I think I started to touch the girl's shoulders and tried to shake her.

She finally faces me, makes eye contact, but the moment she starts to open her mouth, dream fades because I'm saturated with rushed feelings.

Well....you get what you deserve based on how you decided to feel at the given moment, and now you messed up that rare chance Link. Good job.

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10.25.2012

Mosaic Learning Style (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting in a lecture room, and the professor looks a lot like my Biology 111 professor I had in waking life. He looks more defined, his clothing, his aura, everything about him gives me this weird vibe of earnest respect of the vast amount of knowledge he probably has.

I think he's wearing a Red-Orange Sweater, and has a blue striped white dress shirt underneath with the collar popping out. I forget the color of his dress pants, but my mind is giving me the image that it's Khakis. The class is about to end, and then I look at the girl to the left of me, and realized she looks like a girl in my Math Recitation course.

She has her hair tied up, just like IWL, and still has that shy demeanor all over her face. Even if I take a quick glance at her, she still tries to pretend she's looking what's straight in front of her, even though her facial expressions, most noticeably her mouth, are making subtle but awkward movements.

I can't recall this specific moment that's chained with that awkward moment to great detail, but I remember looking down on a paper she had. It was structured like a table with columns and rows, and had some markings here and there.

I think I was helping her with picking out something, I just don't know what it was.

The professor declares about the general idea of what will be on the exam, and portrays a PowerPoint slide that's projected on a large screen. It's set up like a table with columns and rows (I know I'm stating the obvious), and all of the concepts are in black font. The same black text has red background behind it, which kind of makes things an eyesore for me.

I saw some things related to Indian something, and it feels weird to have a Biology teacher talk about something that makes me feel it's related to U.S. History.
Huh? Guess I'll look up on that more, since I recall me wanting to have a dream where I found my true learning style. That could be it, but I don't know, will have to find out when I have some free time.

When the professor is done talking, the class automatically prompts themselves to leave. I decided to sit down for a little bit for no clear reason, and I started to eavesdrop on the two females sitting in front of me. One is getting ready to put her items in her backpack, while the other female is already set to leave.

They start conversing on some things I can't recall too well, but most of the topics talked about were obviously about the upcoming exam, and the talking about the bomb threat that actually happened in this University last week Friday.

Then the girl that's sitting to the right of her asks her,

"How do you study?"

She responds with,

"Well, I-------"

I cut off my audio focus because I probably decided that the conversation was going to be boring, even though I should've listened to what she would say, since after all, in a practical sense, her portrayal is an aspect of myself that I should be thoughtful of hearing.

They get up, and I start absorbing more of the girl's facial structure and body composition. She's relatively skinny, especially since she's probably around my age, has dark brown hair. Even though I couldn't recall her exact visage, the contours show that she has a vibrant and sort of plump, soft facial structure.

I eventually get out of the lecture room, and find myself in a hallway that mostly consists of white and gray intertwined, with a hint of black here and there. The flooring is mostly white, formatted like a tile flooring, the tile gaps aren't as big as what one would usually see. They're more compact, and the borders of each tile piece if distinguished by a very thin black line making a square.

I see my professor out in the hall way, probably going through his "mail" or area to get plans for the next lectures or something. Then I have some memory that comes in that involves a Mosaic Learning Style.

After that, I can't really recall much unfortunately.

10.25.2012

Telling Mommy How To Lucid Dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So yeah, I tell how to lucid dream. I don't need to go into details, we all know how telling how to lucid dream ends up, especially when you don't become lucid from it.

But to be sort of specific, I was telling her how to do a WBTB+WILD, even though I'm in no position to lecture her on it when I fail it the majority of the time.

Funny dream though.

I am in a large building. I have a room there. Late in the experience I notice a door has appeard next to my room in the long gray hallway. I open up the tall gray metal door to a strange room with shelves and shelves of food supplies. I go to joyously exclaim my findings to my roomate when I get the sense of danger. Someone very bad is in the hallway. I might even see them if the door was closed and my blind spot were elimintated. They know I'm on the other side. A man in uniform appears.