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I have yet to figure out my true dream signs so I have been randomly doing my RCs throughout waking life. I look at my hands, ask if I'm dreaming and try to read a clock. So when I found myself in a high-class RV of sorts with two characters from a show Ive been Netflixing called Californication, Hank and Karen, I decided to do a reality check by looking at my hands. I remember thinking there is no way this is a dream but just for shits n giggles, Ill do it anyways. Sure enough, my hands which looked normal started to shake like an overloaded washing machine and I suddenly realized: Wow, I'm dreaming.

The dream started to crumble but I remembered my training; to focus on one object until it stabilizes but not focus too long on said object. So I noticed this very nice kitchen wall which was made of naturally finished teak that had fish aquariums and lcd screens built in. I made the wall itself my central focus for about 4 seconds and the dream stabilized. I then was so excited...I almost felt drunk of sorts. So then, Hank took me on this adventure as my dream guide. I randomly had my way with these willing women I don't know, maybe they were tv characters but I can't quite remember. I was then walking through a hallway when i decided to see if I could use telekenisis and it worked as I tossed a blanket back onto the bed and launched a couch cushion clear across the room. I also called out for an ex girlfriend just to see if I had the ability and wow...it worked! I talked to her a bit just like we are friends today and I remember feeling comforted knowing I could summon something or someone if my dream went awry.

So I was sitting with Hank and Karen when a house keeper/babysitter walked in. I asked her "What do you represent?" she looked at me funny and was like, "Uhh, I don't know what you mean." I told her "Well you are a dream character so what do you represent?" and she says something like "inner inadequacies i guess, I don't know?" I shook my head in agreement and said okay as Hank also kind of understood what she meant. I will have to look further into that!

So anyways the dreams last scene was me again doin the deed with one of my ex's best friends which was completely subconsciously summoned. I noticed outside while being somewhat pre occupied with her that we were floating in the RV about 200 feet above a sunny day Los Angeles and I believe that was what made the dream finally dissolve as I awoke in my bed with a big stupid grin on my face.

Obviously this was a very exciting experience and with only my second experience being lucid I am glad I was able to use what I learned to stabilize this dream and do what I pleased. I'd say this lucid was at least 5 times move vivid than my first.

Wow...back on board!

It began that I was commanding some army in a building, we were setting up lines of defense on different floors, an abraham ford was one of my commanders. I told him and his squad to relocate. Eventually we were being overran by some force, and so we called a retreat. I was racing down stairs to get to the bottom of the building, but stopped for some reason. Then I kept on going but the enemy troops were closing in. They were gaining too much ground on me, so I entered a room, it was grey and was elevated above another room and had stairs with reddish brown railings. There were three other smaller rooms, I hid behind the door of one of those rooms. I saw the shadows of nazi soldiers running down the stairs, but then a nazi officer swung the door open (or closed in this case) and captured me.
Suddenly for whatever reason I'm several years younger. No older than 12. I'm in a little cell (probably 10 feet by 10 feet) thats in the corner of this room, its of medium size. It has two doors on either side parallel to each other and one was parallel to our cell. There was also a window lighting the room.
There were several officers that talked to us, and the oldest and in charge said something to me, and I retaliated with "Whatever, wrinkle face". But then I decided that I was going to try to talk my way to freedom, and insulting them would be a bad start, so then I complimented him on his wrinkly face. There were three other kids in the cell with me, two boys and a girl. They didn't particularly know what was going on, but for w/e reason the nazis favored this one kid and let him come out of the cell once in a while. One time he came back neutered (he told us) and he started to become quiet. And then I noticed my computer was in the cell with us, and I turned it on thinking "man, I could load a previous save to before I got caught!", but I realized I didn't have a monitor and turned the computer off and went back to plan A. They eventually put a white curtain over our cell, though it didn't cover us completely and we could lift it up, we usually did this to talk to the guards. Suddenly there was a poster with a happy man and woman on the wall, and so I thought that if I could get them to bring up my parents, then I could convince them that my lineage was not what they were wanting to exterminate. Though, they never did. I was always worrying about the showers, it stressed me out badly and I wanted to get out before they tried to kill us. I even contemplated ways of suicide, like snapping my own neck. But I feared I would mess up and only give myself a spine injury or live the rest of my life as a vegetable. I then wanted to embrace the death by shower, but I knew it wouldn't be an instant death and so I just tried to find a way to get out.
Then some man came in, he had huge eyes with dot pupils, and a mouth with spikey teeth. He didn't look realistic, though, so it wasn't freaky. He took the other kid and took him to a backroom. We were worried for him, and suddenly we heard him screaming, and something in my mind knew he was getting castrated. Eventually, I got stressed enough to were I was freaking out and I was like "this can't be real, it has to be a dream!" and I yelled at myself to wake up and I did.

But on a lighter note, before this, I had a dream that me and my mom went to go pick up my black grandmother (even though my grandma irl is not black), here name was Guilimero, and she gave me a lot of food. We were driving in some grey car. That's all I remember.

I also had a lucid dream, I was in my room and I tried some dream control, I tried summoning a dream character to come in my dreams and tell me I'm lucid as I've read someone did before. It didn't work, they weren't there. Then I rubbed my hands together, and began spinning. The world went all crazy and I felt my body feel all weird, like mass shaking. I was outside in some field. That's all I remember of the lucid dream, but I know there wasn't much more (I didn't even remembered it when I woke up, I somehow remembered)

Progress update nights of 12/17-18

Daytime:
keeping up with the state testing and intention setting. I have been doing more tests involving digital clocks and text. Text is never a big component in my dreams, but I think the more I use the test, the more text will appear in dreamland. Getting in 10-15 tests for each of these two days.

Nightime:
Wednesday night was a bust. I had a later than normal bedtime which gave me only 5 hours total sleep. I woke in the middle of it with no recall. I woke in the morning for the final time and struggled, but came up with nothing. This was a bit frustrating honestly.

Thursday went better. I had some difficulty falling asleep so I probably only got 6 hours total sleep. I woke in the middle of the night for recall but had nothing. I got frustrated by this, but looking back it was needless as typically I don't have any recall in the middle of the night. I think this was just "sleep confusion" playing dirty tricks on my rational mind. It was difficult to fall back asleep, but I managed to and had a weird short lucid which kind of straddled the line between WILD and DILD.

I am aware, but there is just blackness. I "look" down and see my hands, they are pale and translucent, and my arms vanish just before the elbows. I instantly know that I am now dreaming. I clap my hands together and vigirously rub them, feeling the "friction." I do this for a few seconds, then pat down my dream body, waiting for visual elements to develop. I start to move around, feeling the motion of my dream body, but still without visual elements developing. Lucidity fades and a detailed dream develops (I think).

I think the dream I recalled (it was long and recall was very good with many clear details and dialogue). arose immediately after this brief lucidity as I was only asleep for about an hour. I am not counting as as an LD, but still is is encouraging!

I will probably update somewhat sporadically over the next two weeks as I will be off work and finding time to sit down at a computer will be more of a challenge. Don't think I've thrown in the towel though as I will be practicing carefully each night with WBTB and MILD as I will have the ability to sleep in and rack up 7-9 hours of sleep a night. Many LDs await!!

I feel like I spent 10 years of my life in the three hours that I slept last night. I was so embeded in the reality of my dream that I couldn't figure out whether or not that was reality or not. I became lucid off and on without actually knowing if I was. It was a total out of body experience and I wondered briefly if I was surely going to die if I could not get back to my real body, my real self. I've been shaken by this dream all day and cannot begin to describe how intense it was or how deeply ingrained it is in my mind even now.

Last night I dreamt of my life 10 years from now. But I feel like I dreamt the whole ten years in a span of three hours.

I was finally out of college, had my doctorate and was a traveling pharmacist and executive for a large corporate pharmacy chain. My girlfriend was now my wife (a careful detail I left out as I was explain my dream to her on the phone at 3am this morning), and not only my wife--but pregnant. My little brother was living in our penthouse apartment, trying to make his way through his first years of college himself. My girlfriend was gracious and accepting of his situation and didn't complain about his presence.

One night in particular she was having bad pregnancy sickness or morning sickness. I was still in pant suit when 3am rolled around and she decided she was hungry. Having stayed up the entire night with her, I was doing all I could to accommodate her. Some unfortunate topic came up about her not wanting me to fly for some reasons that I refused to listen to--I was dead set on making that business trip. We ended up having a petty argument. As an attempt to make right for the foolish words I said, we made up, and I made my way out of the house and to what a burger at three in the morning to fetch her all the things I knew she'd love.

What a burger in hand, I drove to the local doughnut chain. I arrived and they were closed still, not yet opened for the morning. I saw that the back door was open and helped myself in. I was greeted by a bunch of pimply faced teenagers who were already serving me allegations and threats. I begged them to fill my order in desperation, upset that they wouldn't fudge the rules just a tad because they'd truly be open in another 15 minutes. I was also stressed because I knew I had a flight to catch later that morning and wanted to get back to my girlfriend and enjoy the few hours I had left with her. I finally ended up convincing them that I was from corporate within their chain and put the fear of God within them. I got my coffee and doughnuts and went back home.

The airport was chaos. Flights had been canceled. Some sort of conflict overseas. Not safe to fly. I ignored the buzz of anxiety in the terminals... I was oblivious. I got bored in the air port and spent my time in the bar. I ended up drinking too much and had way too much fun, I even hijacked a baggage vehicle to help me make my way around the chaotic airport terminals. This behavior was very unlike me and in retrospect. My girlfriend kept calling me and I kept ignoring her. I felt weird... I was too inebriated. I answered my girlfriends calls--she said she was concerned my flight had already taken off without me. I thought that was preposterous. She didn't want me to fly, bottom line.

I ended up boarding my plane, uncertain that I was even on the right flight, but too prideful to say otherwise. I was regretting my decision to drink.

The flight had been long and boring, I was now sober and pondering over how I had neglected my girlfriend. I would never do that in reality. (I don't understand how I took her for granted in my dream. Perhaps I still feel guilty for the one major mistake I ever made in our relationship. )

Suddenly the whole plane shakes from violent turbulence. But it only shook once and then nothing else happened. It was odd and very much unlike what I was used to experiencing. As alarms beep, I rush to fasten my seat belt. It's weird because it has shoulder straps. I'm fumbling to get them locked in place. I was doing okay until an elderly journalist in the seat across the aisle says "God help them, they're too young." I knew he was referring to me and the other passengers. My anxiety immediately peeked as I fumbled to fasten my seat belt--made difficult by my shaking hands. I could hear the engines failing, I couldn't believe this was happening. I refused to accept reality. The plane nose dived and I rushed to pull the straps too on my harnesses. I knew that they were useless. I felt intense realistic pain as my body flew out of the sear against the straps of the harnesses. I tightened them and started shouting questions.

I knew I had gotten on the wrong flight. I knew my girlfriend was right. I knew all the answers already to my own questions. I knew that the plane had been shot, and I knew we were nose diving towards death. I started to freak out internally. I started to yell at myself to wake up. That this is just a dream. That I was asleep on a shitty couch at my moms house and that I had to work tomorrow and an equally shitty job. That my girlfriend was real but not my wife. That I had to get back to her and make sure not to say all the stupid things I did in this dream and promised myself I'd never take her for granted.

The plane struck water. The cabin filled. So did my lungs. I embraced death.

When I really did wake up, it felt as though my soul had been shot back into my body. I woke up panting and sweating. I didn't go back to sleep after that.

I went to take a nap in the afternoon last night and almost immediately started WILD. Seeing as I have gotten over my fear of the first part of WILD, I tried to sit up and separate myself from my body. The first time I tried was too soon and I actually ended up sitting up and waking myself up luckily I didn't mess it up so it started again immediately and I was more patient this time.

I ended up on a random street with some people around, and I remembered the task of the month where you have to throw a snowball at someone. There was no snow around, so I tried materializing one in my hand. It took a few tries, but it worked. There was some bald, fat man in a brown coat walking in the direction away from me, so I threw it at his back. He turned around for a second but just kept walking. Kind of disappointing. Weird thing about this LD, was that there were like golden glowing flakes/sparks falling from the sky, but they never reached the ground. I'm not sure what that was all about. I don't really want to disclose the rest of the LD, because I got bored and experimented with sex stuff, which always makes me wake up, I don't even know why I bother.

"Here it comes, here it comes..." I said to myself as I awaited to be launched into the world of dreams. Suddenly a huge sensation fills me up as
I lose, what I only can describe, my weight of my body and leave it behind. I find myself standing in my bed, shrugging off the sensation as I always
do. Neither unpleasant, but transcending from a body like that will always feel alien to me.

I jump off the bed and land with perfection next to a window over looking the streets. Snickering to myself I remember the days I actually went down and opened
the door to get where I wanted. That was before I realised the rules of the world didn't apply here at all. I place my hands gently on the window and push it out.
It falls below on the ground with a crashing sound. As I looked down at the depris I created, with any lack of care of my actions, I remembered the time I used to
punch the glass out instead of pushing it gently...

This all changed after a dream I had where I had cut myself on the glass doing this. I've been punched in the face, broken my nose, getting
stabbed and got my eye gouged out by an assasin... Pain-receptors usually let me feel a sensation how it could feel like if those things would happen to me,
but because I never got disembowled or anything like that I only felt 'What it would have been like'. Not really painfull at the end, altough everyone has cut
themselfs before and that caused the pain to be so real that I had to remember myself the whole time I was dreaming so I didn't yell it out.

I jump in the air out of the open window and fall down. As I see myself falling at rapid speed to the many sharp glass pieces below I can stop myself just
in the nick of time before hitting them. Letting out a delightfull sigh, I fly away into a random street leaving my house behind. I stop and land in a random
garden next to a house. As I'm wondering what to do I decide to call in a DC. For a while I wanted to experiment to bring other then the normal norm of DC's
in my dreams... Like animated characters. The idea of calling in Saya from Saya no Uta came as an idea, but I leave the idea behind for another time...

"Sarah..." I say into the air and turn around and there she is. White short hair as always, but she looks a little bit different. Her clothes doesn't seem
to fit her at all and she looks rather dull and annoyed. I close the gap between me and her and give her a hug. "What are you thinking you're doing?"
She suddenly asks. Stepping back out of surprise I said carefully "Just giving you a hug, is that so bad?" - "Don't!" she exclaims. Surprised by this
I recall a time when I had far less respect for Dream-Characters. How I often would punch them or let them do humiliating things for my enjoyment. I shrug it off
but couldn't stop thinking that Sarah is not behaving as her normal self.

My actions were interrupted when suddenly a TeamSpeak window opened up in front of me, floathing mid-air. Apparently a discussion were made by WolfedOut
and 2stickmen about something of Minecraft... That is if you could describe it as a discussion, more a fight who could yell the loudest through their mic.
"Stop it you two!" I yelled getting angry. "I'm in the middle of a lucid dream and I have wasted enough time without you two disturbing me. Minecraft is the last
thing I wanna do now. In fact, I created Minecraft before so been there, done that." I said without a tone of respect as I close the application before they
could do a retaliation to my words. In real life I'm much nicer to them, but in dreams I'm more egocentric. Why not? It IS my dream after all...

Looking through the air I remember having difficulties to know the rules to control a dream before... That was before I watched Star Trek from TNG, DS9 and Voyager
back to back. As I used to describe the experience to people before as an Oculus Rift experience, I now laugh how idiotic that comparison was. This is no
Oculus Rift experience... This is a holodeck from Star Trek I tell them. So from that point on I used that to my own advantage. "Computer..." I start off,
"Load previous save, setting ancient eastern-japan, samurai time..." Suddenly the whole environment changes in a white fog as pieces of the setting fall in Star Trek
wise. "The only thing missing..." I think to myself, "are the 'whoosh-whoosh!' sounds and the 'bring-brong!' sound effects from Star Trek... I'll add that in
next time!"

As the setting completes itself I find myself in eastern-japan back in the old times. I face a shop that I know sells Samurai Swords so I gleefully enter the shop
with Sarah reluctantly following me in. "Kombanwa Genki-Desu!" says the owner. Probably some japanese, or words resembling them, from various animes I've watched
thrown in together in a sentence. Am I glad no japanese people are seeing this dream. "Genki-desu!" I yell back. I pick up a katana and see a price tag of 100.
"hmmm..." I let out. Not knowing if 100 yen is much or not. Probably it's somewhere of 100 dollars or so I think to myself. Japanese people would probably facepalm
themselfs if they knew I actually tried to cut the price lower then that. But talking to the owner was no easy task, so I quickly gave up on it.

Going outside, I immediately took the the katana out of it's sheath. I'm quite fond of katanas, they are nice swords and I can't help but smile at the reflection
of this elegant weapon. The next scene what I did with it I will not include in this story as I probably humiliate every asian person and dishonour every japanese
person as I played with it like a lightsaber from Star Wars or as a Bath-leth from Star Trek... Probably even Sarah was ashamed of my actions, but I never looked at her.
I was way to bussy cutting trees and shortening everything down in size I could find. I stopped my child-play when I heard the sound of fighting and swords clashing down.
I ducked behind a wooden-gate that looked like the gates you see in cowboy movies entering a cafe (don't ask me...) and peeked through a hole. "Sarah!" I yell, "You gotta
see this! This is some real Rurouni Kenshin shit going on there!" Sarah didn't even reply as I kept watching the fight.

It ended with a knock-out of the left guy with the other guy towering above him ready to give the final blow. I couldn't hold it anymore, I gripped my katana close to me and
as a wild-lunatic I rushed through the cowboy-gate to the garden with my katana holding up as a madman yelling 'Deeeeesssuuuuuu!' along the way. Our swords clashed
in the air, we pushed eachother back, dust following in the air as we slid around the garden... if it even was a garden at that point. Next you just need to imagine
the most clumsiest sword-play ever. At the end I thrusted my sword in my opponent stomach. Blood flew out in every direction as my enemy fell deeper in my sword and came
to rest on my shoulder. "Konbanwa friend.... Desu..." I whispered and pushed him off my sword.

I woke up in a shock. "No!" I cried to myself. "It just started to be so awesome..." I thought to myself. I smacked my hand on my head and held it up in the air where I was
holding the katana in. "What the..." I exclaimed when I suddenly started to notice something strange. There, a little sixth finger was hanging from my hand. My confusement
ended shortly and I began to smile. "Oh dear false awakening... Not this time you won't!" I stated. I jumped right up and said with proud (now shame)
"Watashi wa Samurai Kasper desu!" as I did a superman pose. There was no hesitation, I flew out my bed, crashed through my window and as I was falling down I yelled
"Computer! Continue story!" The dream quickly changed back and I landed on one knee and in my right hand I held my beloved katana again. "Oh, almost forgot. Computer,
load character Sarah." She suddenly appeared again, dressed the same and with even a worse expression then before. "Let us move on, Sarah-kun! Our story has not ended yet!"
Said I. I quickly noticed the wounded guy I saved and ran towards him. "Dai...dai...daijo...aaargh... Are you ok, dude?" I rambled. He opened his eyes slowly and said in pain
"Yes. I am fine. Thanks". He got up and looked at a building that came up from nowhere. I looked too at, what I think, was the entrance of a japanese palace.

Noone said anything. For some reason I knew it too. There, our arch-nemesis resides. All three of us marched to the entrance... Well, all two of us, Sarah was more
dragging her feet around. When we came inside it looked more like a dojo. Or what I think a dojo is. Guessing back again it probably looked nothing like a dojo. When we
reached the middle of this place, I turned around to Sarah who calmly walked towards me. Being happy that her pacing changed, I tried to say "Sarah, maybe you should..."
when suddenly I got interupted by her grin. A grin so wide it made me sick to my stomach. Actually, I did feel something in my stomach, when I looked down I saw a short
knife going through me. Blood started pouring out as I walked backwards to the wall and looked in horror what was happening before me. "Sarah... why did... why?" I asked
shockingly as I pulled the knife out of me and held my wound. She answered with an eerie laugh that made my bones freeze, like a maniac-laugh from an episode I remember
in Higurashi no koro ni.

Confused and in shock, I watched as she tears her clothes apart. Her nude body quickly changed into a white-like dress. Her short white hair changed into messy long black
hair and her grin was the only thing you could see through. Genuinely terrified I was thinking about shutting the story down, ask the computer to delete Sarah. But on one
side I wanted this to go on so I watched as a sword in her right hand came out of nowhere. A sword so thin and long, but quickly that changed too. The sword was made
up of hundreds of razor blades that suddenly came free, attached at eachother with some kind of wire. As she swung this devilish weapon, the razors roared through the sky.
It looked like a combination of a sword with a whip, with razor blades attached on it.

"That's not Sarah!" yelled my partner. "It's her! The mastermind!" he declared. Suddenly it all made sense. It was never Sarah to begin with, her attitude, her clothing...
I called up someone entirely else from in the very beginning. Suddenly I was disturbed by a painfull sensation. She swung her sword while I was off-guard and her razors
pierced through my left hand. I bit my lip, this 'being cut' feeling was more intense then the stabbing. I gripped my sword and wanted to end this as quick as possible.
While rushing her she swung her sword again, ripping through my flesh. I stopped in my tracks as I held my arm. "You're going to die" she said snickering behind her black
hair. Suddenly I realised something. "No, I'm not..." I said calmly. Suddenly I started to grin and looked at her, which made her drop her smile. "You see..." , I said
"I CAN'T die... If I ignore the pain, you have nothing against me." I rushed again towards her. In a frenzy she swung her sword again and again, cutting into my flesh. But
to no avail, it didn't matter anymore. In a sense, this sensation made me even go faster. In a short second I almost imagined I saw horror in her face when my katana sliced
off her head. As her head fell with a tud, her spraying body collapsed with no sound.

As we walked outside, my partner gave one final thanks before dissapearing in his tracks. I sighed and said "Computer, activate Sarah". Suddenly Sarah in her normal self came
running towards me "Let's go! Let's go! I wanna go someplace else!" She said enthoustiastically. "Where do you wanna go?" I asked. "Anywhere but here." she said. So we walked
onwards. Not much happend then, except me losing my precious katana in a well, buying a new one that broke soon after and me waking up and looking at my hand for a sixth finger
but this time it was done. I was awake.

A family brought two live turkeys to church one morning.

A little girl showed me a way to age myself immediately. (It was only one way. You couldn't get younger.) The aging process required the use of a very small frog, which the girl and I found hopping around on our living room carpet. I tried to catch it, but it hopped out from between my fingers and his under our couch. When I tried to retrieve it, a regimented line of tiny black scorpions came marching out to challenge me. I withdrew in fear and waited. Finally the frog came out again and I caught it in a box.

Then the girl and I went to our church and sat next to my friend on a piano bench. A bunch of people were watching us. I told my friend my plan to age myself and how it involved the frog. The girl watched eagerly. I inserted the box which contained the frog into what appeared to be one of those yellow carts that holds mop water. Instantly, two things that looked like a pair of stockings shot out of the cart and hit the wall. My friend said they looked like his mom's underwear. The little girl laughed hysterically.

Then by some process involving electrical switches I aged myself to be about twenty or twenty-one.

I dreamed I discovered an easy way to lucid dream. It involved taking a supplement and inducing a coma-like state. I tried it one night and it worked beautifully. Since it was my first "lucid dream" I was guided through a sort of instructional manual on the in's and out's, do'sand don'ts of lucid dreaming. I recall getting insanely excited, but I never ACTUALLY became lucid.

I lived in a Minecraft world.

It was very early morning and I was at a friend's house, sweeping off the porch. A man drove by on a tractor, pulling something.

I was working at a butcher plant. The plant was open-air and was on a dock on the banks of the Mississippi river. We dumped the entrails down holes directly into the water, where they were swept away downstream.

I was paragliding along my street, up and down. At first I was going backwards, but then I realised I had to turn around. I landed and then started flying forward. I was having so much fun that I went too far away and got too close to the end of the street, where there was a very agitated sea and some very strong winds. I understood that was dangerous, so I landed again and started running the other way. Once I was back I realised that was non-sense, so I held my hand up towards the sky and counted seven fingers. I shouted: "boom, lucid!" and I remembered the mantra I repeat in my lucids: "all of my dreams are lucid". Then, I remembered about the two basic lucid tasks I had read on the forum. The first one was to hit a DC with a snowball. I saw a friend of mine, so I decided to start a snow fight with her, despite there wasn't any snow. I looked at my hand and tried to make a snowball appear. She noticed what I was doing, so she dug her hands into the wall of chalk, made a snowball out of it and threw it at me. It behaved as though it was snow, so I gathered as much as I could and threw it back at her, without hitting her. This whole thing repeated a couple of times until I finally hit her. She looked at me like: "really? Was it that hard to aim well?"

Then, I went for the second task, giving a DC a lump of coal as a present. I entered my house and saw some family members. Again, I looked at my hand and tried my hardest to make some coal appear, but it didn't. I must've been at a low level of consciousness, because the dream wasn't behaving the way I expected it to. Regardless, I wasn't willing to quit, so I approached my grandma and held out my empty hand to her. She reacted as though I had a gift on my hand, and when she held it, something appeared on her hand. It was cube-shaped and wrapped in paper, so I assumed it was the coal lump. She unwrapped it and it did look like coal, but she opened it as if it was a box and took a necklace out of it. I was taken aback.

The day before, I had just learned about Lucid Dreams and thought it would be cool to have one, and when I fell asleep I did! I appeared in a local park in the middle of a baseball field. The scenery around was clouded by fog. I knew I was dreaming and just stood there for a second, then I realized I could try to control my dream! First I dreamt up a katana and held it in my hands, then I made a zombie appear. I quickly killed the zombie with the sword and celebrated. I then, for some reason dreamt of a lifeguard tower. I climbed to the top and sat. After, I attached rockets to the bottom and started flying around. As I was flying, I guess I got too excited and woke up.

This dream made me curious on why and how humans dream and I quickly began researching.

I've had a couple of dreams, over the last few days, that I still have to expand from notes. However, this morning's dream involved Hukif's Lucid Dare, so I wanted to type it up as soon as I had the time. I don't know if it counts as a success or not, but it was a pretty good one - albeit frustrating...

11/17/2014
"Picking a Fight with Spider-Man"

Spoiler for Short-Version:

Summary:
Trying to draw Spider-Man into a fight, to complete Hukif's Dare, I became increasingly annoyed as he just refused to fight me, no matter how hard I pressed. Eventually, I decided to take my search for a fight elsewhere. A search for Goku turned up empty, but left me to take on some evil henchmen, which didn't end all that well neither. Finally, things drew around to a little potential romp with a hot girl on a couch, but I got too excited and woke up. =/

So, pretty much failures all around, but it was interesting, at least. Lol.

I 'awoke' in my bed. Looking around the room, I could tell that things just seemed 'different'. Eventually, I came to realize that my TV and entertainment center had changed shape and size. There was also a strange feeling about me. I felt like I was in a bit of a daze. Like I wasn't quite 'with it'. I pulled up a glowing clock in front of me (I don't remember if it was on a watch or a cellphone), and I checked the time. Instead of numbers, the clock face began to morph into random letters. A calendar appeared, instead of a clock. I immediately knew that I was dreaming.

Looking at my hands, I attempted to bring the dream into more clarity. It seemed to work, but the room was still dark, so I couldn't quite see exactly what level of detail there was. I took a moment to think about what it was that I wanted to do, stepping over to the bedroom window. I knew I wanted to be outside, so I put my hands up to the window and pressed forward, phasing through the glass and leaning halfway out, taking a good look at my surroundings. It was a still night, and I believe I remember it feeling a little brisk. From the look of the neighborhood, I was back at my old home in Canterbury (again), and there was a single house across the ditch, which had green Christmas lights on it. It was one of the only things I could see, in the dark.

I remembered Hukif's Dare, about trying to fight Spider-Man, so I floated the rest of the way through the window, and up onto the roof. Instead of my normal roof, it seemed like I was now on the conjoined roofs of some big, sprawling city, with old-fashioned architecture (such as London). I flew up a few levels, from one rooftop platform to the next. Up ahead, I could see Spider-Man. He was a few levels higher than me, so I elevated to his position and saw that he seemed to be working on something; building some sort of structure. I couldn't tell what it was, but there were barrels of material and scraps laying around. He was clearly focused on what he was doing, and didn't seem to pay me any mind.

He simply ignored me, when I called down to him for a fight, continuing to work on whatever it was he was working on. I thought I might try antagonizing him a bit, so (having forgotten that one of the caveats of the dare was that I had to fight him without using any dream powers) I slung my hand out and made Spider-Man's trademark gesture, effortlessly causing a string of webbing to fly out of my wrist and cover him from chest to boots. He made some comment about how he didn't want to fight me, sounding as if the idea completely bored him to tears, and then he ripped his way out of the webbing, which flickered away and disappeared like some low-tech video game effect.

All of a sudden, there was a series of explosions, closing in on us from a higher point upon the cluttered stacks of rooftops. Spider-Man said that there was a very powerful villain coming, and he began scampering in the other direction when the explosions began blasting in toward us. I quickly followed him, flying Superman style as we rushed to evade the incoming ordinance. I couldn't see who was actually chasing us, but I was amazed (no pun intended) at the way Spider-Man moved - flipping and twisting and landing on the smallest of surfaces before rebounding off and tucking into all sorts of various, aerial maneuvers. It was a trip to watch, even while making our escape.

Finally, we got back down to the edge of the rooftop on which I had begun. I flew over the side and landed to the ground in front of my bedroom window. I believe I was going to phase back through the window, to head inside, but it was right around here when the dream reset itself.

I was back in my room, on my bed, and looking around in the dark. This time, my TV was on, so there was a dim glow that I don't believe was there, the first time around. Spider-Man and the heavily-armed mystery villain were nowhere to be seen. Still lucid, I sat in bed for a few moments and attempted to ground myself into the dream again. I started rubbing my hands and feeling around on my arms, to focus on the texture. This time, I could see a strange black set of tattoos, which ran halfway up my arm. The were symbols, or abstract objects, which kind of looked like the bones of a spinal column, from my wrist to the top of my forearm.

Getting out of bed and walking to the TV, I wanted to try and use it for a scene change. I can't remember what program was showing, but I pushed my face up to the screen and attempted to 'go into' the TV, itself. After a few moments, everything had just gone dark. I pulled my head away and saw that what was once a TV, had transformed into some sort of cabinet or dresser. Frustrated, and attempting to test my level of control in this dream, I levitated myself a couple of inches from the floor, checking to see if I could stay afloat. Then, after a few seconds, I lowered myself to the ground and slung my first down at it. My fist smashed into the ground with incredible force, and I could feel a sonic boom shake the walls of the home. From what I could tell, I still had at least a little control over things, here.

I knew I wanted to try my hand at Spider-Man, again, but I didn't want to have to waste the time in going to find him. I 'willed' for him to be in the room with me, and he soon walked in through the bedroom door. The lights were on, by now, and he just stood between me and the dresser, as if silently waiting for an explanation as to why he was summoned. I asked him if he wanted to spar, and he simply made some dismissive gesture. He just wasn't having it, apparently, and I was getting nowhere. I decided to try attacking him, again. At first, I was going to try webbing him again, but I remembered about the rules. So, I tried throwing a few punches. It just felt really awkward, and I was hitting nothing but air. I even tried DBZ-style 'rapid-fire punching', but it was just like he wasn't even there. I couldn't tell if he was moving too fast for me to see him, or I was just punching 'through' him. Going for broke, I jumped up and threw a double drop-kick right at his chest. It was powerful enough to knock him back against the cabinet and send me hovering across the room and smashing into the wall behind me. Ultimately, though, he brushed it off and stood up straight once again.

I was growing more and more frustrated, and I really didn't want to end this dream in a complete failure, since this jackass was too stubborn to want to fight me. I wanted to fight someone, at least. Phasing back through the window, I took off into the (still night) sky, leaving Spider-Man to his anti-social self. Screw him, anyway. I wanted to fight Goku!

The dream went into this really weird, very trippy flight sequence, where the sky would turn this kaleidoscope of colors while I went on my search for Goku. There were weird creatures flying around, and some of them were talking all kinds of nonsense. Everything turned 2-D and cartoonish. Total DBZ environment. It actually looked a lot like I was flying through Snake Way.

The clouds cleared, and I was then flying over a mountainous terrain while one of the creatures were telling me about how some villains were hiding in the caves and building a huge 'space craft' (and that this was inherently bad, for some reason or another), so I decided to go and find them. I landed at the mouth of a cave and wandered into the darkness, growing slightly anxious at what I might find, but trying to keep my anxiety down, so as not to produce a nightmare. While walking through the winding tunnel, dragging one hand along the rocky wall in order to keep myself grounded by feeling around the environment, I was suddenly confronted by two alien henchmen. Immediately, I curled my hand into a fist and charged a sphere of energy around it. It even made the familiar sound effect of a ki blast charging, from the DBZ cartoon (though it was unintentional, and it was funny when I heard it, because it was completely unexpected). I quickly spun in place and fired two blasts from my hand at the henchmen, the explosions filling the hallway with smoke and debris. When the smoke began to fade, I saw that at least one of them were still standing. I dashed toward him and tried swinging a barrage of punches. However, all I got was the 'underwater' feeling that I sometimes get when trying to punch things. Through the smoke, I could hear the alien laugh and say something like "you're funny," in a completely childish manner. Just as this was beginning to frustrate me, the dream scene changed again.

I was then at my Aunt's house (but it was different than it is in waking life), and sitting on her couch. I was still lucid, and beginning to think that this dream wasn't going to be lasting much longer, so I began trying to backtrack and go over the past events of the dream in my head, in order to keep the memories fresh in my mind. My cousin came out from a bedroom, and she had another (gorgeous girl) with her, whom was also being identified as another cousin, even though she was a complete stranger to me. They said that they had just voted, for their first time, and were tired after doing a lot of studying on the candidates and the voting process. It was around here, when I noticed that neither of them were wearing any clothes. Unable to resist, I started sizing up the unfamiliar girl, and getting a little 'hands-on'.

Not wanting the dream to fade, I looked at my hands again, not wanting another premature scene change. I noticed that the weird tattoo I'd had before had returned, and it was now going all the way up my arm, to the shoulder. When I looked back at the girls, I saw that they had similar markings up their arms, as well as parts of their faces and heads. It was very tribal-looking, and kind of cool, but I already had my intentions set. The unfamiliar girl and I began to fool around on the couch, but just as things were starting to really get going (keeping it vague and appropriate, since I'm writing this at work ), I felt the clarity of the dream slipping away from me. I tried to run my fingers along her skin some more, to keep things going, but I was already stuck with the idea of waking up, and the thought of the dream ending pulled me too far away from it all to get it back.

Having just barely gotten inside this tattooed beauty, I woke up.

non-dream dream lucid

Once again, I was awake to some insane time. Went to sleep around 5 in the morning.

I am in some yellowish transparent tunnel. I walk through for a bit until I somehow teleport to my sister's kitchen.
I look around, and the kitchen is a bit larger than waking life.
There's carpet on the floor and a sink next to the fridge (fridge is on the back wall in waking life).

All of a sudden I become lucid. I increase awareness, and it feels like real life. I look into the living room, and the carpet is gray, and it looks like a DC is watching TV? The window curtains are closed but you can tell its day out.

I walk into the living room and all of a sudden I'm walking a dog on a leash in a park of some kind. It's day out, and there's a few trees around but for the most part it's clear.
I'm walking on a road, with some kind of ditch running along side it.

All of a sudden I see a bunch of cats in the ditch.
They're all playing with each other.
I kind of lose lucidity at this point, but I still have a bit of awareness.
I look at the cats and it seems most of them are white.
There's a few kittens around here as well.

I then see dog shit on the path.

This is all I can remember.
I recall other images, too fleeting to actually integrate with the plot.
I recall becoming lucid another time but can't remember it.
I also seem to remember something to do with SNES games.

I would like to note that when I had woken up from the dream, I remembered all this much more coherently, but if you could get me out of bet at that moment to DJ it I'd be impressed.

despite all that, this is the most immersive dream I've had a loooooong time.

I might edit this post later if I remember something new.

Finally, a weekend to sleep in and just dream. I don't know what this part of my night was (not a dream) but I'll have to include it, anyway. When I became thoroughly exhausted at 4am, I happened to be in my sister's room and decided to just crash there. When I laid down, though, I felt this warm breeze on my face. The feeling was comparable to someone passing by me, which I found a bit strange. I never try any DILDs, WILDs, or other sleeping techniques, nor have I actually read through any on here, so I don't know if this relates to one of these techniques, (I kind of thought so,) but it sure was weird to me. Within two minutes of laying there, that ringing noise you hear in your ears increased significantly and then seemed to *change frequencies*, finally settling on one that was higher and very clear. As soon as it settled, my entire body shook as if an earthquake was occurring. I knew things like this happened sometimes, so I just went with it, but nothing really happened after that, other than vibrations. I didn't really know what to do, either. Since I was pretty spooked out by that warm breeze still and nothing was happening after that "incident," I just sat up and went to my room to sleep. Having a nightmare was not on my to-do list.

In my own room I had two consecutive lucids immediately, I'm guessing because I was so exhausted. In one of the dreams, I was at school. When I "woke up" I had the feeling, as usual, that it is very easy and natural to do, and that I'm always capable of doing it. I wracked my brain, thinking of things people have told me to try that I hadn't before. I wasn't very alert or concentrated at this point (had to focus every ten seconds or so to remain lucid and wasn't really feeling much energy to try) so I knew I couldn't do anything huge. I looked around and realized, "I could try reading!" Someone had told me that reading things was interesting because after you read something, if you try to read it again it changes. To my knowledge, nothing changed, though, and I did read a few things. Oh well, I thought. I really can't remember the other thing I tried. It may have been using my phone because it was technology? If I did that, I think it also worked, but I didn't put much effort into that one, either. I know I ran to another classroom later because I remembered from my pre-lucid state that some of my friends were in the, say, English room. I always run in lucid dreams because it feels funny and unnatural and why not? When I got there I scanned the room, looking at my classmates, and saw someone I've always found very attractive. I kind of grabbed at his bare arm (he was wearing a t-shirt) but his arm grew thinner and slipped away. I know I looked to see if his twin was around (I also find him attractive, haha,) but I don't think he was. Whether he was there or not, I tried again, taking one of their wrists and this time holding on successfully. It was kind of a big deal getting our fingers to intertwine and holding hands.

As soon as we did and our palms pressed against each other, I woke up. I realized I was horny!! This was/is a big deal to me because even after 17, almost 18 years of living I have never been able to say that I have "felt horny." So, finally! (Don't worry, the rest is actually SFW.) I went back to sleep, knowing that I could wake up lucid again and hoping I could maybe figure out my sexuality a little bit, now that I know I'm capable of feeling horny. (I actually really hate that word.) So I entered my next dream lucid and what do you know? A blond, taller, and more built version of Josh Hutcherson happened to emerge from a shower. (I don't know why him - I even had to look up his name to type it just now - but whatever, I'll take it!) I won't write what my thoughts were about what I wanted to do, but basically nothing really happened, although I can't remember why. It's possible that I woke up within the next few minutes and gave up, or that I was too tired in my lucid state to continue, but either way, I know at some point I said "fuck it" and just gave up my lucid state because of my lack of motivation. In my head, I thought, "I know I'm exhausted in real life but I shouldn't be in my dream, too!" I wasn't feeling it, though.

If anyone reads this and knows what I was describing in the first paragraph, please let me know!

Realizations: reading isn't always impossible, it really is easy to become lucid, last time I was lucid (about a week ago) I also woke up a few times and had gone to bed late, it's difficult for me to figure out sexual things in dreams, and I need to work on not being lazy and unmotivated.

Seems like cops and mercenaries have been recurring elements in my dreams, lately...

10/26/2014
"Maritime Mercenary Mayhem"

Spoiler for Short Version!:

Summary:
Long, hazy lucid dream having to do with cops-turned-mercenaries, hidden treasure, a massive battle on a waterside cliff, and then becoming lucid just before tearing a tank apart with my bare hands. Good times.

This was a crazy, long dream. I really don't remember all of the details, but will do my best. I was with my family, and we were having a small party. Sometime during the night, the neighbors ended up calling the police, and there was a huge ordeal about it. The cops turned out to be mercenaries (again), and we found out that the reason they were messing with us had less to do with our noise than it had to do with some hidden treasure, that they were after, thinking that we had something to do with its disappearance.

There was a lot of action, in this dream, and we were in constant skirmishes withe these mercs. I remember being out on the water, and the mercenaries had some sort of cliff-side fortress, on a peninsula, which we were trying to storm, conceivably to get a hold of whatever treasure it was that they were looking for. My allies and I died many, many times and I just kept re-spawning back in the same place, destined to repeat the scenario. (Likely a throwback to Edge of Tomorrow, but the fortress reminded me much of Alcatraz in The Rock.) It became less about us trying to get away from the mercs than it was about trying to beat them at their own game.

It was around this time that I realized I was dreaming. We were heading back to the fortress, on a small, military-style motorboat. My best friend T was now with us, even though I don't think he had been there the whole time. Now lucid, I was revved up and ready to face this mercenaries again, and I was expressing my excitement to T, talking about my lucidity and trying to get him to join in, once the fighting started again. I took a look at my hands and grounded myself into the dream, hoping to make it last as long as possible. Off to one side, an enormous mech suit or robot towered about waste-deep in this ocean. It looked to be Godzilla-sized and had a shiny, metallic-gray body with blades that stuck out to all sides. T commented on it, and I told him about how it just had been standing there, throughout the entire battle, immobile, and was nothing that we needed to worry about.

When we arrived to the small, waterside fortress, which had two tall towers rising above the jagged rocks on one side of the shore, it was all-out war, once again. At first, I stuck to using firearms, as I had done earlier in the dream. We pushed into the towers, making our way up through the levels, periodically ducking in and out of cover while mowing through enemy after enemy. Just as we had completely taken the upper-hand, I found out that one of the girls in my group, to whom I had been really close, was abducted from the fray, in a tank, and taken away from the tower, further into the mainland. From the top level of the tower, I could see the tank speeding away through the dirt, maybe 100 yards from the base.

I planted my feet, bent my knees and then launched myself into the air, flying straight through the roof of the tower (not sure if I broke through or phased through) and into a high arc over the rocky terrain before dropping me, feet first, directly onto the body of the tank. Through the front window slot, I could see the mercenaries scrambling to attempt to attack. Both the machine gun and cannon began whirring around in my direction, taking aim on me from point blank range. (This is surreal, now that I look back on it, because even though I was standing on the front of the tank, the cannon was, somehow, short enough to still be aimed at me.) I laughed at them and told them that 'this was my dream' and I was in control, standing my ground and egging the weapons to begin blasting away at me. When the firing began, I pushed my hands out in front of me, feeling the bullets bouncing harmlessly off of my palms, along with a couple of explosive shells which did no more than their smaller counterparts. I just kept all of my focus on pushing away, and it created a sufficient enough barrier that not a single shot was able to penetrate. When the shooting ceased, I reached one arm down below the barrel of the cannon, planting the other one on the deck. I then shoved the cannon upward, trying to bend it up and away from me. Instead, the barrel didn't bend, but rather the entire top portion of the tank ripped open like the lid of a wet cardboard box, exposing the two or three terrified mercenaries (and female hostage) within.

My memory gets really muddled, around here, and I don't remember much detail. I know the fighting went on, but my recall skipped ahead until sometime after the ordeal was over. T and his girl were pulling up in a car as if they were picking me up. I, still being lucid, walked toward the approaching car and phased through the front of it, turning around to sit in one of the back seats. We all got to talking, and they were being pretty 'hush-hush' about something that they had 'brought back' from our ordeal with the mercenaries. No sooner did they say this than a few ghosts of our earlier allies (who hadn't re-spawned back to life) poked their translucent heads through the back seat (having been stowed away in the trunk). They said they were smuggled off the battlefield and that there was some plan to bring them back to life. Though I was happy to see them, part of me figured that the mercenaries would find out about this, and would soon be chasing us down again.

That's all I can remember.

As I Transit , I became unable to move ,hearing a very loud sound , and feeling that the pressure changes.
Like a compression. So here I am , able to do nothing . In app. 10 seconds later this ends.
I'm in . I stand up , I'm in a bit different room , the lamps are a bit different, there are some unfamilliar thing..
There used to be an electronic clock on top of the TV which show the time in red colour . Now on the left side of the TV , there is another clock like that , difference is , this one was glowing in light blue instead of red.
It showed 15:00 minutes, I guessed that its all the time I have in this dream , but then I blinked for testing.
It changed, with the original clock. It was quite funny and fascinating , I played with it for a minute and then leaved the house.
I decided to walk to the neighbour , and kill them with a lightning ,for the fun.
But I was unable to cast the lightnings. Nevermind then
I continued walking and then I met with an old woman, with blonde hair and weird greenish-bluish eyes.
She looked a bit surreal , and now she wanted to hug me for no reason , and said something but I did not paid attention. So I threw her with an aikido technique , and then she charged to me and I threw her again, and again and again, In the end it looked like if we practice aikido , I'm the tori and shes the uke. lOl
Then remembered that I need a dream guide, I asked her in english if she is, . She said something again but I did not understand. I asked her if she can teach me something, She started to talk , but hell if I remember what she said.
In this second ,when shes talking, the dream fades away, I tried to relax and stabilize , but failed .

I'm at work and apparently I drove my car, which I now need to park somewhere and I'd rather like not to have to pay for parking, so I drive off south looking for somewhere I can park on the road. The road very rapidly starts feeling like an out of town road. I even consider parking in the entrance of a wheat field, but decide that I've driven too far from the office to walk back without being late for work, so I turn bank.

As I head back toward the office, I get lost and the roads don't look familiar, so I check on the satnav feature of my phone and realise where I went wrong. I'm on a road called the T3. I retrace my path again and end up coming through a whole bunch of narrow pedestrianised areas that eventually become inside. At some point, my car has become a motorbike.

At one point, my path seems to go over a very narrow footbridge - too narrow for me to go across without all the pedestrians getting out of my way. I consider going through the water underneath as it's very shallow, but am put off by a combination of the idea of driving a motorbike over what will probably be a very slippery surface, and the fact that the shallow water is teaming with tiny sharks!

I turn around and am briefly sidelined by some confusion about whether I'm supposed to be pedaling or not and when I pay attention to navigation again, I'm indoors in something like the mailbox in Birmingham (a mostly indoor collection of shops, restaurants, flats, hotels...) So I get off the bike and push it through. As I head down some stairs there's a scuffle going on between two blokes and one of them kicks out at me so I take his shoe off and throw it over the banister.

We argue a bit and I get bored of that and start looking for the way out. I end up in a cinema where the film is about to start but the adverts are still playing. I try to keep out of people's line of sight as I look for the exit.

I see that a section of wall looks like a screen but I realise somehow is actually a holographic protection covering an exit from the cinema. I step into it and as I do I realise it's just the entrance into the toilets but this is too cool not to investigate!

As I step through the screen, my view is replaced by a cartoon like facsimile of both myself and the scenery. I go down some stairs watching my cumbersome cartoonish feet on the steps and feeling how the view and the feeling are just fractionally out of synch because the cartoon view is drawn with slightly wobbly lines and not quite right angle corners. At the bottom of the stairs, I see a mirror in which I can see my cartoon self reflected. Apparently the system has decided to draw me like a rakishly thin Walter White, complete with the fedora like hat and sunglasses. I notice that I'm actually wearing a beanie hat and cardboard 3D glasses and am impressed that the system has identified what I'm wearing and created a cartoon replica that reflects that but not slavishly.

I notice in the mirror that there a chap behind me to the left who I think is part of the behind the scenes functioning of the illusion but somehow my 3D glasses let me see him vaguely. We chat a little bit about how cool the illusion is and he asks if I've looked at my hands yet, saying they usually have six fingers but they're still working on the rendering of that part. I look at my left hand and it looks like two images of a hand superimposed, both hands have long fingers, one with then curved to the left, one with then curved to the right. The overall impression is of far more fingers than I'm used to!

I switch to looking at my right hand. At first it looks fairly normal, though I notice I seem to have coloured felt tip pen markings. As I look a little harder, I realise that several of my fingers terminate with a further bifurcation into sub-fingers. I note that the sub fingers are made by duplicating my hand in miniature on the fingertips, though how complete the mini hand is varies from a couple of stubby blob like digits to a complete hand from the wrist up. I wiggle my fingers and delight in setting my teeny little subdigits doing their thing.

I decide to wash my hands and note that the pen markings come off very easily - perhaps they were illusory? The chap also washes his hands and while he goes off to the other side of the room to dry them I'm smugly satisfied that my magic glasses allow me to see there's a hand drier directly under the sink.

I head back up the stairs watching my goofy feet again, then turn a different way out of the cinema, ducking down to avoid blocking anyone's view again.

At this point, I have a micro awakening and managed to almost pull off a DEILD but wasn't quite lucid when I reentered the dream.

I'm in what looks like a dingy but dry basement or hidden storage area of an office building so I resume my mission to get to work on time having somehow sorted out the issue of parking. I realise that it's a long way up to the 25th floor where my office is but there's no lift in sight. I start on my way up a helix (*not* a spiral!) of platforms around the walls of the space. After about one storey of climbing, I come across some people working at desks spread out on the bare concrete floor. They give me disapproving looks as I climb over their desks and filling cabinets to get to to the next part of the building. As I climb off the top of a shelf full of boxes, I enter something much more like a house with large white gloss painted doors. Lots of corridors and small rooms give a general labyrinthine feel to the layout.

I come into a room that feels like a living area in somebody's home. There's a chap sitting at a table and a couple of figures I don't really look at but I take to be his children sitting around on the floor and sofas.

At this point, I GET LUCID! Though I have an of feeling that I more realised that I was already lucid (weird, huh?). I say to the guy at the table that if this is a dream then I should try to do my tasks, right? He looks a little confused but plays along. I remember that one of the TOTMs is to put shoes on and tie the laces. I ask the chap if I can borrow some shoes to do the task and he reaches around to get a shoebox from behind the table. Inside are an assortment of odd shoes from which I manage to pick out a pair of red baseball pumps. I fish out a black gym dap from inside the left shoe and put it on. I notice that the laces aren't looped into the eyes of the shoe properly and I don't fancy my chances of sorting that out in dreamland without cheating, but they are in place enough that I can try to tie a bow. I tie a bow in the left shoe laces with surprising ease and as I finish it off I realise that the laces are now correctly threaded through the eyes. Handy. I repeat the process (complete with removing another shoe from inside the one I'm trying to put on) and while I'm doing it, ask of the guy has any fortune cookies. He looks surprised again as if it's a huge coincidence that I want fortune cookies when he happens to have a bowl of them on the table! I explain that this is my deam so if I want fortune cookies, I get fortune cookies. He seems to be mostly satisfied with that but still looks a little unsure.

I shove a cookie in my mouth, it tastes and feels like a stale prawn cracker. I try to pull the paper slip out of the cookie while I bite it and after a few false starts manage to get a bit of paper but it doesn't have anything intelligible written on it. I take another cookie and more carefully bite it open to get to the fortune. This time the fortune is a tea stain coloured mah jiang tile with a Chinese symbol I don't recognise on it. Frustrated at my second attempt being thwarted by a lack of language skills, I decide that I *do* know Chinese and have another look at the symbol. I realise that it means "Fortune" and figure that's good enough! :-)

Next up, I want to try the toilet portal. I go through a couple of doors and find a large white porcelain appliance of a style in fitting with the late Victorian feel of the house. I pull the chain and jump into the bowl. Unfortunately, all that achieves is soggy feet. I try going in head first in a dive but chicken out because the porcelain feels intimidatingly solid!

I give up on the toilet bowl (I should have thought to shrink myself but hey) and scan around for something else to do. I remember that Sensei's competition back in July had a task to transform a DC and decide to give that a go. I go back to the room with the table guy and children and look at a skinny girl who looks about twelve. I tell her to raise her arms sideways and grow some more arms. That seems to work quite well, she now has six arms, though the four extra ones coming out of her armpits are a little small and underformed. Inspired by the slightly odd appearance of the new arms, I decide to see if I can make one of them form into something more impressive.

I will the fingers of one of the new arms to grow downward, which they obligingly do. The thumb of the hand also extends and becomes a head while the descending fingers become a body and legs. Eventually there are two girls looking like conjoined twins who share an arm. Shame I didn't manage that during the competition, eh?