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WBTB
Failed WILD
I am annoyed by a flashing against my shut eyes. It is my alarm clock. It flashes orange then gray then orange and so forth. I drop it so it can not bother me. I get out of bed, and other people's hands are flashing silver then orange.


I am in a flowery red-bricked circle in the middle of a beautiful city. I wander around with another person as I look for a certain wizarding school. I eventually reach it. It is a stunning completely glass building.

First dream

I was in deep woods, it was evening and it was getting dark. I was a witcher, with my dog we were wandering around the forest in search of a strange beast. We took a few turns, dog tried to track it by scent but it could feel it all over the forest. Suddenly I saw a small glade with circle of stones, all in enormous spider webs. I told to dog that it should wait and it sat on the ground, then went to the circle. Each rock in the circle had a plaque with symbol, I pushed the one from which I thought I should begin, and mysterious arcs of energy surrounded the circle. I had to push the plaques in right order to face the beast. When I pushed the last plaque, the dream ended.

Second dream

I was in my house, in the kitchen. Father asked me if I could cook something for him, for a dinner. Older sister showed me where are potatoes and meatloaf left after dinner, so I took a frying pan, placed meatloaf on it and sliced some potatoes on the pan. Then I turned on the gas. It burst out and exploded, nearly blowing my hand off. My hand pained badly, but looking at it I saw that nothing happened to my hand.

Attempted WBTB - failed.

Third dream

I was in an abandoned manor. There was some eldritch abomination wandering around. I had to find a way into it's home dimension and cut it off of it's power source, but I decided to face the beast and attack. It was a dark green monster with tentacles. I was bashing and punching it wildly, not giving even slight chance of counterattack or retaliation. After a while the abomination that was supposed to be immortal have fallen dead. With my hands I opened portal above it's body and entered the dark realm. Then I saw Cthulhu, moving closer and closer towards me.

I've gotten a little behind again. I've been having some pretty interesting dreams, but I haven't written most of them down, so they are pretty much gone now.

I do remember a lucid dream I had a few days ago. I did two of the Tasks of the Month...from last month. I hadn't gotten on and read the new tasks yet, so in my mind I was still thinking of the tasks I never completed last month.

Dream:

I don't remember what I was doing. I may have been flying or standing on something high. I suddenly knew I was dreaming so I swooped down flying and immediately thought about completing the tasks of the month that I had been wanting to do, which were to drain the color out of something and to eat something inedible.

I landed next to a table that reminded me a little of my dad's model train table when I was little. I saw a lot of plastic items on the table. I wasn't sure what they were, but that didn't matter--I was going to drain their color. I started by focusing on this smooth rounds red thing. In just a few seconds it had faded to grey. I had known this would be easy.

I then focused on a yellow item. Then blue. Each time willing them to lose their color. I was satisfied by that point.

I then decided to look for something inedible to eat. I saw a small empty soda can, the kind that is about half as tall as the regular ones. I stuffed the whole thing in my mouth. I was glad it was not the full sized can. It took some work to crush it with my teeth. I got it condensed down quite flat...as if I had stepped on it. I kept chewing. I wondered if it would ever get small enough for me to swallow it. I was pretty sure that was required to be able to count it.

At this point I noticed the dream fading. I couldn't let that happen. I'm not sure what I did but the dream came back. I still had the can in my mouth. I continued to chew. I was happy to notice that is was finally dissolving. I felt the metal pieces in my mouth get smaller and smaller until they were gone.

I may have been talking to someone next. I think I was telling them how I am good at changing things in my dreams. I had out my left arm. I said that I would make it big. I watched it grow until it was cartoonishly large. Next I made it skinny until it almost looked like a stick figure arm.

I felt satisfied at my accomplishments.

And that's all I remember.

Morning of October 10, 2015. Saturday.



This is a set of three shorter dreams in which one shifted into the other with only partial wakefulness.

The first involves being at an unknown location near a river bank. My wife Zsuzsanna and I are watching alligators swim through the water every now and then, just under the surface. A few other people are walking around. The alligators do not really seem threatening. Eventually I notice how a few of them look very different from normal alligators, though mostly around the head. I point out that it seems someone is apparently doing strange experiments with dinosaur DNA or possibly even living dinosaurs and alligators, as each alligator seems to have minor features from a known dinosaur, one having a head somewhat like a Tyrannosaurus, the other like a Styracosaurus, though flatter and more alligator-like. I even manage to pull the Styracosaurus alligator out of the water and partly onto the bank so that I can show people what I mean.

After a partial awakening and back into sleep, my wife and children and I are back on Barolin Street, except that all of the houses north of ours (as in reality) are gone and the area is replaced by a large field of mostly short grass and which is bordered by a fence adjacent to the sidewalk. Only a few other people are around farther to the north.

An unnaturally large Tyrannosaurus, probably about twice as large as any real one ever was, is walking about in the field as if being kept there by the small fence, which is only about the height of an average human waist. I see another Tyrannosaurus nearby, about three lots beyond the first one. In the back of my mind, I sense a part of myself contemplating how I will change my dream from an uneventful one into one where we are chased by the dinosaurs. (This vague awareness of making my dream in real time which also occurs with clearer awareness in indescribable abstract dreams has occurred since early childhood, though there is no hint of lucidity otherwise.)

The Tyrannosaurus moves his head down, leaning forward, and smashes down the tiny fence with his head, as if the tiny fence was somehow keeping him in the field when all he needed to do was just step over it without even noticing. I find this scene somewhat comedic, pondering the seeming low intelligence of the creature. I tell everyone that we need to go back to our house, as the dinosaur is now loose. It is soon moving very fast in our direction though the other one seems to be considering which direction to go (as there are more unknown people to the north). We go onto our porch, though the door to the main entrance and hallway is locked. From here, I non-lucidly manipulate my dream by rewinding it, pausing it, and jumping about in terms of sections of previous events.

In my next dream, we are inside the Barolin Street house, in the living room, I think. I am near the center of the room sitting on the floor. For some reason, I am practicing my firing of projectiles, which are actually finger bones from my hand. I somehow pop them out from my skeletal hand and fire them across the room (with a force that carries them to the wall, a few hitting a desk). I do this at least twelve times with all twelve of the phalanges of my right hand (not counting my thumb). I somehow continue with my left hand (not realizing it would not be possible as my right fingers are all gone). Looking down at my own skeleton, I see that I must have also already used some of my ribs at an earlier date. It is no problem, as I will eventually probably snap all my bones back into place later on.

(This may have something to do with the difficulty we had in snapping together the life-sized Billy Bones model kit a few months ago.)

Morning of June 22, 2015. Monday.





I am sitting on the floor in our present home on W Street while my wife is sleeping (though I think she is awake in reality). The living room is more open and seemingly larger. I have a compartmentalized plastic box with either ten or twelve wells which are probably of about one and a half to two inches square. For some reason, I have two types of pills (yellow and blue) arranged in no particular order in the box - that are about the size of the larger oblong vitamin tablets I have seen. I get the impression that one pill type is related to lucidity or doing something to the waking self to enter the dream state more effortlessly. I am not yet lucid at this point. The other pill type is possibly for a similar purpose, though I get the strong impression that it may not be a good idea to take either type. (I have never taken any kind of pill or “aid” to supposedly enhance dreams or aid in sleep - including the time I was woken up in the hospital in the 70s and was asked if I wanted sleeping pills…and yes, that really happened). I am not even sure if the pills belong to me - my older brother Dennis may have left them here (even though he lives in America and has never been to Australia). I place one yellow tablet in my mouth for a short time and bite on it a bit and then decide that I do not feel like taking one after all, though my tongue and the roof of my mouth are slightly powdery, the pill only partly crumbled but not fully broken into smaller pieces.

I get up to go to “sleep” (still in my dream) and I realize that I need to drink some water. When I take a sip from the glass, the water somehow causes the residual powder in my mouth to sizzle and send me into an extraordinary state of perception and in-dream clarity. As I decide to get up again, the palm of my hand flashes very brightly as if with an inner glow just under the skin and I reason that the pill was responsible for this chemical change in my body. This concerns me somewhat regarding my physical well-being, making me even more wary about having any pills around.



As I am then near the foot of the bed, I realize I am in a very vivid lucid dream, yet at the same time, am atypically puzzled about my real-self’s perspective. What happens to my real-self when my dream-self becomes fully conscious? I need to find out, so I zap back and wake up, which of course, was a bit pointless.

When I go into another dream later, it is lucid, but meandering - and I do not attempt to alter anything. I am just walking around in a shopping mall where there are lots of other (unknown) people of various clearer features (a typical scenario for this level of lucidity). Two females, one of whom looks like a thirtyish Jamie Lee Curtis, confidently save some people from being shot by another female with a machine gun. However, prior to that, the would-be shooter seems to keep changing her mind on whether or not to shoot a certain person in extremely brief cycles of mood and anticipation. The main rescued female says something about not saying anything about her rescue to the authorities - with the assumption that one of the rescuers is a vigilante also wanted by the authorities, but the one who looks like Jamie cheerfully asks her why not as they are walking off, implying that she should report her experience - even in describing her rescuers to the police.

Another senseless scene follows where I am with a group of about five or six unknown males and am “playfully” pointing an unloaded AK-47 at random people coming into the mall. No one notices or cares. The conversation in the group seems very important though I am not directly involved. I hear one male talking about being put on hold for ten minutes while ordering pizza in Indonesia. One male seems to become bored and starts doing an odd routine to see if anyone notices. He keeps lifting his legs behind him and over time, is actually almost diagonal (facing downwards and holding himself up with his hands) with his feet propped up on what looks somewhat like an old-fashioned post office desk. No one notices his antics. Eventually, he is in a squatting position on the top of the desk and still no one regards his location - which seems to amuse him. To his right (my left) is another male on the desktop that was not part of the group, who is also grinning.

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I was participating in the Tour de France, except there were no bicycles involved. At first I was swimming in a river. There were other people swimming around me, including little babies and their mothers. The babies were eligible for a special award if they could swim well on their own, but in one case we noticed the mother secretly helping her infant by supporting it from under the water, so it was disqualified.

I didn't like being stuck in a group of people, so I exerted some effort to swim ahead of them and find my own space. It made me think about the huge variation in human athletic ability. In a long distance race like this, some people were already hours ahead. I figured I was probably somewhere in the middle, and I was sure that there would still be people hours behind me. I didn't feel any pressure to compete against others or try to finish the race quickly; it felt like the sort of event that one could complete at one's own speed.

Under the water I could see seaweed in a form that resembled bundles of thick green ropes, stretching endlessly in the direction the river flowed. They looked like they were flowing along too, so I grabbed them to see if I could catch a ride, but they were moving slower than I could swim on my own so I let go again. The race course led me out of the river and now I was running on land down a quiet little house-lined street, like a small village.

I was still thinking about that strange ropy seaweed. It had reminded me of thick cables of the sort that might carry electricity or another kind of signal. What would it be like if our society used biological materials like this for our technological infrastructure? I decided to try out the material, so I manifested a hand made out of the same stuff as the seaweed. It resembled a human hand in shape but was not connected to a body, and was light green in color. Mischievously, I made the hand crawl up the porch of the nearest house and pull the string of the bell that hung on the doorframe.

The door opened, and inside I was surprised to see that the one who opened it was not a human but a chicken, an ordinary-looking hen. She must have been a Plymouth Rock, judging from her black and white barred plumage. It reminded me of a silly line I'd heard somewhere, so I joked, "There's nobody here but us chickens!" She didn't make any response—maybe she didn't know that one?—and I was still running so I soon passed by.

Waiting in line for some cafeteria food at a university, I suspect I might be dreaming. I do a reality check by seeing if I can put my hand through the cinder block wall. I can! Now that I'm dreaming, I don't have to wait in line at all. I use telekinesis to pull fried chicken from across the room into my outstretched hand. Catching it, I put it on my plate as I hold my tray with my other hand.

Not that interested in food since I'm dreaming, I just sit down at one of the cafeteria tables, and run my hand through them like water. It feels really cool. After a bit of doing this, I look up and see none other than Chuck Norris sitting across from me. "Holy Sh!t, it's Chuck Norris!" I yell to get everyone's attention. I forget I'm dreaming as I assume everyone would appreciate being graced by Chuck Norris' company....

FryingMan's silky hand
Lucid #28

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am hiking through a beautiful forest and suddenly hear a barking. I look to my left where I heard the noise coming from and see a steep slope. Nevetheless the dog doesn't seem to care and comes at me. I fall to the ground and he bites me in my arm and I realize I am dreaming..
I find myself in my house. I stabilize and do the 5-senses technique and also try to remeber my waking life my goals and what it means to be dreaming. Well the first thing I remembered is summoning FryingMan. I shout FryingMan and grab behind my back. I dont know what kind of hand I should exept, but then I feel a hand probably wearing a glove made out of silk. (Thats how I pictured him before in WL, because of him saying he would look like Santa, and Santa certainly has gloves) It feels very warm but kinda just lays there in my hand without really holding on to. I turn arround but I get too exited, also due to the extremely realistic dream and wake up..

Dream 1 : [COLOR="#008080"]I was in my bedroom and I see dad laying on the bed and it kind of seems like mom and dad are arguing again. I do a RC for the sake of doing it ( Didn't ever thought I was dreaming or something) I see 6 fingers on my right hand and I drop my jaw.I waited so much for this. I get out the room and get mom's telephone , type a random number and wait Kris to respond.This time, my mom didn't let me talk on the telephone because I needed to do something with a belt (idk) . I wait and wait but nobody responds, I put the telephone down and I go to the shoes storage and look for some nice shoes, I find some nice wine colored wedge sneakers and I put them on. I also wanted a dress so I made it appear. It was a teal colored dress which wasn't the coolest dress ever but for that time it will do. I tell mom that i'm going outside she tells me to be careful. I go outside and I keep yelling for Kris. I get outside the apartment block and I yell really loud : KRIS!? Everybody looks at me and they are like : What do you think you're doing? Shut up. I sigh then I go and look more for him. I see 2 people who were holding hands and they were blowing kisses at me for some reason...(It was snowing outside).[/COLOR]

Dream 2 : [COLOR="#008080"]I wake up in the bed again and I'm like : Oh no! I lost the dream! I sigh and then I do a RC again. I have 6 fingers again. I look more to be sure and I see shadows and my finger chopped. I wake up and I go look in the mirror. I'm looking just normal except my face is kind of roundish. I ask the mirror : Hey, How would I look like blonde? I turn my head to the wall and then turn it back to the mirror and I see myself blonde. I try black this time, Works again. When I try with red I have a hard time. My hair color keeps turning into blonde with pink and red highlights. I look at the wall then back to the mirror and this time I have my natural hair color but my right side is red. I make my hair straight because it was kind of wavy and then I put some blonde ends and I go outside. In the hall there are some clothes there that look really nice. I browse a bit and realize that those clothes are way too small for me. I keep yelling for Kris again while going in the back of my apartment block. I see a lot of people there and I'm wondering what they are doing. I meet with my sister and her best friend and I tell them : You guys know you're dreaming right? They are really happy and yell : YES WE KNOW. I go to the other people and ask what they are doing. They said they were doing funny stuff to recover kids from I don't know what disease. I told them that was really nice and if I could help? They say no because I'm a female -.- . I say : Seriously? This happened before. I go in the front of my apartment block and yell for Kris again and I ask some people about him. I look at the sky and there is the moon looking a bit different. I yell once again Kris really loud and I see him appearing. I go and glomp him and I'm like : Kris!!! Hi!!!! He was really tall so I asked him if he could get a bit smaller just so he can be closer to my height. He keeps refusing and I ask him what's wrong. He says nothing(He seems sad) and I ask him why he cheated on me. He suddenly becomes red at face and tells me that he didn't cheat on me. I slap him and tell him that I saw him with a blonde girl kissing. He shuts up for like 5 seconds then tells me that he loves me but I am way too jealous then he dissappears.[/COLOR]

Dream 3 : [COLOR="#008080"]I'm taking a bath and I do a RC and I have 6 fingers on my right hand. *That's all I remember*[/COLOR]

I must have forgot how this scenario started. I only remember becoming lucid and then remembering.

At the Target store, I was first lucid when I was walking around the mall at the furniture section. The store was set out so differently. Around this area, I found someone interesting me. She was a girl and she was all alone just looking at the items on the viewing tables. I wanted to try and kill her but there was something that just didn't feel right. I don't know what it was, so I left that area. I also remember rubbing my fingers on to one of the viewing displays to try and get a good feel from the lucid experience.

I walked back up front to the store where I found someone I just had to murder. She was someone whom I never met before. There were a lot of people around watching, but I didn't hesitate to strangle her with my bare hands.

I walked up to the woman, grabbed her and started beating her to death with my right hand. She showed no resistance against me but after a few hits, I stopped and remembered that I was still lucid and I could do some other good things. I let this woman go and slowly walked out to the front of the store. Walking out of the store was a little bit hard for me only because I usually lose lucidity when I walk in to new areas. It didn't happen this time though.

I walked outside under a big roof next to the store. There was really no where for me to go so I walked to a group of people sitting in a table in the area and started talking to them. We seemed to have a nice, friendly conversation, until a teenage girl walking towards me sat with the group.

Spoiler for Contains Sexual Activity:

This teenage girl, I looked at her and started feeling her. She loved my kindness, so she decided to unbuckle my pants' zipper and teased me by slowly massaging the lower part of my penis while slowly working her way up. It was pretty good and despite her not so well looks, it was still a nice tease. I also remember going in to the bathroom with someone and having sex but I don't remember it well.

I could see myself sleeping. I looked peaceful. Everything was dark in fuzzy like how it would usually look when I was going to sleep. I thought, this is going to be okay. I don't know where I am... I don't know how I got here but you know, this is alright.
I wasn't completely sure I was dreaming or not. It seemed so realistically deceiving. I realized it wasn't reality. It was some type of dream. But then I though, maybe my spirit was pulled out of my body, and I could see myself, like in those shows?
I know, it was a ridiculous thought.
I saw a dark, what seemed to be burnt hand. It was just a blank dark figure, in the shape of a deformed hand. It no nails, that I was aware of. But it's fingers were big and sharp. I tried to scream out, to scream out for help. I tried to blink hard to wake myself up. Sometimes, when I'm barley awake, it wakes me up. Like that's going to work in this situation. The hand was coming out from under my bed. It grabbed me and pulled me down. For a quick second, I saw my bed. It was... the same as it was when i was asleep. That's what scared me, because everything was so...real.
I was then brought onto a horrifying, yet fun adventure.
But I think I'm going to say that one for later.

Well this dream I had a while ago... But nonetheless it was kind of a bad one. Ok so I was in my backyard, and all I remember is that there was this giant person standing about 80-100 ft tall. And they saw me and they actually tried to reach down and grab me. So I saw a freakishly huge hand coming at me. ...But for some reason, I couldn't run away, so instead, I was on my back just backing away using my arms. I actually got through some bushes and escaped though. The dream was supposed to be a bad one I guess, but I got away. Freaky though...

I kissed someone's hand I know. Sensing a problem, I tried to explain my way out of it. It was kind of working.

Pool Party

I was in a swimming pool. There were multiple DC's, but I rarely look at any of them. I did not see any of them last night.

I looked up into the sky. I saw clouds moving in from either side. In the middle was another set of clouds clearly making a hand. I couldn't quite believe how perfect a hand the clouds formed. Then I noticed the moon was the index fingernail. It made more sense then, and then it seemed extraordinary again.

I asked some of the other party-goers if they could make out the hand in the clouds. I wanted them to see it before the other clouds covered it up. I counted the fingers on the hand twice. There were 5 fingers both times.

I then realized I was wanted by the International police for drugs and guns. I ended up getting out of the pool for some reason, and going through the corridors of an airport.

I ended up telling the guards I was wanted by InterPol. I then turned around and tried to find my way back to my airport hotel room. (?)

There were lots of people, hall ways, and rooms, but I found the right way to go. I called out and my daughter answered. Having found her, I now found myself back in the pool.

There were guns at the bottom of the pool, and the police had shown up. I didn't see them, but I saw a gun under the surface of the water pointed at me. It seemed to have a glowing outline, and was an odd looking weapon that we don't have in waking life.

I was scared by the gun. I knew the guards at the airport told these police that I had said I was wanted by InterPol, and I wondered why the fuck I would say that to the police.

The cop wondered if I might have any automatics, or a revolver. He explained how a revolver spins around with an ugly look on his face. I played scared and ignorant.

I walked out of the pool and found that the police were led by my father's second ex-wife. I showed her a cylinder from a revolver I had found at the bottom of the pool. I asked her if it belonged to her gun. It was partly true, but somehow it was part of a stash of guns that I had had.

I thought if I asked if it was hers, it would show I didn't know anything about it. I then realized that I seemed to know about these gun parts for some reason, so I was only giving myself away.

The lady thought I was in on some drugs too, so she said something about the cylinder not being hers, but she would just go smoke a joint. She wanted to see if this peeked my interest.

I saw a couple joints, one of them wet, on the ledge of a wall in a tray. The police woman didn't notice. I bumped her on the arm hoping she would notice but she didn't. I told her she was missing all kinds of opportunities.

The End

How not to pick up a girl

My brother saw several girls playing some kind of ball game. He wanted to interact and impress them, so he rolled over to them. It was controlled, but looked uncontrolled. He created a circle by touching his toes. He was a perfect circle and started rolling over to the girls.

Soon he was rolled up much more tightly, rolling. He started bouncing. Being rolled up into a ball was supposed to be the easiest on the body (which it would be), if rolling.

He ended up bouncing up very high. I thought it must have hurt when he landed. He then rolled in a tight ball between the legs of one of the girls. He unfurled there as he had come to a stop. It seemed reasonable to end up there since he'd been out of control trying to roll without getting hurt.

The Ogre-Elf

I´m in Hell...Around me only exists fire, ashes and brimstone...

Suddenly, in front of me,an ogre-elf appears. He is gigantic, like 50 stories high.

I´m inside a bird cage, an old one, those who had a round topside.
The whole cage is brown.

I manage to open the birdcage, and i start running.

I can feel the ogre-elf trying to reach me with his hand. I get scared...but all of a sudden, i realize i´m dreaming!

And then i thought:" If i throw myself into the ogre-elf´s hand, my fear will be so great, so tremendous that i´m gonna wake up right know"

I woke up

Comments: This is the first dream i remember, ever...
i must had four or five years old... and as far as i know, it was a lucid one...