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20th of May
31st LD
Dream.Lucid.Comments/awake

This has to be the best lucid dream i've ever had, because it contained a good plot, awesome places and best dream control i've ever had. So here it is, enjoy. Before the lucid dream, I was riding a horse to school, don't know why just did. Dream skipped Now I was in a church (a tour of somekind), it was italian like. That was when i knew it was a dream. There was a show of somekind, I wasn't too interested about, so I left and went outside. The yard was like a park, I walked away from the church, but I was somehow led back in to the church. I knew someone was going to murder everyone in there. I ran, but every door infront of me closed, when I finally reached the last door, I had enough time and ran through the spot between the two closing doors. I was outside on the grass with the sun shining over my head. I heard screams from the church and everyone on the outside ran away from the church, I was no exception. I tried to fly but it was no use. Dream started fading away...
...but with my experience from 30 earlier lucids, I managed to keep the dream. Now with a completely new dream scene, I was in china. I jumped on a boat and started rowing it, I had a hard time getting to the bigger water area. There an idea about a wave came to my mind and without a warning my boat crashed. I went with the water and had my most vivid experience in a dream, I could feel the water in my mouth. I panicked and started losing the dream, but dreams won't get away from me that easily.
Now with a convenient side-effect of changing dreamscenes. I was standing on a dock and I knew someone was after me. A chinese bad guy saw me and started running after me, I ran a while and somehow felt completely exhausted. I said: "Stop", and he replied: "What now?". I asked him: "Why don't you chase that guy?". There was Jackie Chan running (like in the movies), then he shrugged and ran after him. Now I walked to an alley and I was surrounded by three thugs. Then I tried my dream powers and they worked. I made slash with my finger through the air infront of one of the thugs, he just laughed. I looked at him with a smiling face, he had a confused face and looked at his lower body. He split in half. Then was the time for the other thug to receive a beating. I shot invisible "punches" from my hands. Strike after strike, he was pushed backwards and couldn't take it anymore and fainted. The third thug was still left unharmed and I shot a laser through his head. From my hand of course.
The dream scene changed and now I was in Italy (I guess) again, but this time I was in Venice. It was night time (this was the best place in the dream), then I walked to a cave, where I found a statue. Walked outside and there was a huge demon . I punched him in the arm and ran. I delivered the statue to some guy. After that I calmed down and saw my friend. He said to me: "In your next dream, you could do some of the tasks you've set for yourself.". I shrugged and watched the moon and the stars. Slowly the dream faded away.

It has been a while from my last lucid dream, but this was worth waiting. Hopefully my lucid dream count will go sky high, when the summer vacation starts. The dream recall could have been better. Watching the moon propably came from my task to go to the moon. Many places in this dream came from watching The Amazing Race yesterday. And the church from looking at a few pictures of an italian church.

So, in this dream I had a couple moments of lucidity and I even had thoughts of a fellow DV member, though sadly I never got to find them or interact with them. I hope they show up in a dream again. It would seriously help me in the Competition Thread.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself downtown on the south side of the river, and I’mheaded to the U.T. Law Center, represented in my dream by an oversized versionof the Palmer Events Center, round and taller than any of the other structuresalong the river shore.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Since I seem to lack transportation I hitch a ride withthree young women who appear to have recently been swimming at Barton Springs.All are wearing bikini tops and loose skirts, tan skin showing their dedicationto the sun. I seem to know these women pretty well though I can’t recall everspeaking any of their names out loud. I’m glad they picked me up. The day iswarm and the walk would have been long.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We’re driving in a large convertible, something left overfrom the 70’s I suspect. It’s wide with a heavy body, painted an off-whitecolor though I think it’s just the age of the exterior that makes it look thisway. As we turn into the parking lot for the Law Center the car bounces usaround and into each other, but no one complains. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The parking lot is bumpy and unpaved but as we progressthrough it the ride becomes smoother. The ground, previously dry and uniform,is now a rocky surface covered with water varying in depth from a couple inchesto just over a foot. The water is clear despite being in a well-traveledparking lot, and I connect this to the thoughts about the women swimming. Theview of this terrain brings me to lucidity, knowing that I should be in aparking lot formerly occupied by a Mexican restaurant and a Hooters. The wateris way too blue in spots to even exist in its present form. I rarely see thisshade of blue and the word ‘azure’ comes into my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] Though I had beensitting in the back seat of the car I suddenly find myself on the back of theyoung woman who had been driving, and the other women disappear. The car isalso gone, and somehow we are gliding over the terrain. I seem to bepiggybacked onto the young woman, and as she looks over her left shoulder at meI lay my head against her back, my face against her skin between her shoulderblades. She is soft, warm, and it feels nice to be close to her. The vividnessof being lucid allows me to examine her skin in detail, though I remainrespectful and resist the urge to nuzzle as she is quickly carrying me to mydestination. I do give her the briefest of kisses, and I think about how I missbeing held.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We seem to have no trouble avoiding the bumps and notstepping majorly into the water, and in no time I find myself entering themassive complex, the women all left to go their own way. I walk in and beginworking my way to the third floor. The levels are separated by a curving slopedpassageway that surrounds the exterior of the building, windows all along theoutside, as if I’m walking up the threads of a massive screw. The third floorof this building is as high as the twelfth floor of any ordinary structure.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the end of the curve on the third floor I find myselfjust outside the Civil Liberties Center, a place where I know I can get helpfor my friend who has been erroneously imprisoned. With the outside windows tomy right I am facing the entrance to my destination. To my left is a corridor,and beside that is a bathroom. The halls are separated by a gray door, thecovering of a large electrical panel. I wonder briefly about the wisdom ofplacing electrical access in the main hallway but I do not stick around toponder the question. My friend is in need.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Entering the Civil Liberties Center I am almost disappointedby how understated the room is. The room is less than 20 feet wide and perhapsnot more than 15 feet deep. A large counter spans the space between walls, andbehind it is a tall and rather thin hippie, busy at work stacking hundreds ofpublications into piles, all of which have some kind of orange lettering on thecover. His skin is sickly white, as though he hasn’t seen sun in years. He iswearing a loose shirt and some very tight blue-jean shorts that extend to justabove his knees, allowing his pasty legs to be visible. I think he may bewearing a hat but it wasn’t important enough to remember. He grins as he works,a scary look for his appearance, and it seems as if he has forgotten what asmile is supposed to represent. I’m a little creeped out by him. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A curved wall is to my right, and outside the window I cansee a long above-ground covered walkway leading into the nearby building, somesort of processing complex that I may need to visit next. I’m not entirely surewhat it is though I suspect it’s where Sivason is being held. I can’t see howit connects to the building I am in but it looks like it could be on the floorbelow me. I don’t recall passing any access point.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m standing against the curved wall, my back pressedagainst it as I try to keep out of the way. To my right is another personstanding just as I am, dressed mostly in black and much younger than me. Theyhave a subversive look to them, as though they are here to cause trouble. Ilook past him and my gaze is upon the piles of publications, my efforts turnedto deciphering the lettering on the cover. I have to strain to get a glimpse Ican focus on, and as the lettering resolves itself I see it has the logo of theUniversity of Texas on the cover. Instantly I am uninterested, knowing thatnothing they publish could help me in my situation. Before the logo becameclear I had considered picking up a copy to see what it was, but I no longercare.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As my gaze turns back towards the room I become aware of thesecurity guard standing perhaps three feet in front of me. He’s a black man ina bright blue uniform and he is staring at me intently. His eyes areunsettling, and I feel slightly threatened.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The young man standing next to me mutters the word “protest”,and I’m not sure if he is at the Center to protest or he protests the behaviorof the security guard. Either way the word provokes a reaction from the man infront of me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You know what we do to people who protest around here?” Hespeaks slowly and his voice has clear malice in it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Not wanting to seem bothered, and feeling slightly annoyed,I reply, “Give them a cookie?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Second-guessing myself and deciding I probably shouldn’tupset the man, I decide to humor him and make an allowance for his overtly rudedemeanor.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, what?” I try not to sound condescending.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“We string them up by their feet and leave them.” His threat is unveiled, and though hiswording is rather vague I’m filled with the impression that I don’t want to beleft anywhere by him.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The hippie behind the counter, who has been quiet up to now,suddenly chimes in.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Heh, you better believe him!” His voice sounds old andcracks like he hasn’t been drinking enough fluids. His creepy smile only addsto the effect, completing the appearance of someone who has lost his ability todeduce reality.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I roll my eyes in disgust for both of them and simply walkout, back to the hallway I was in previously. I think my next goal will be totry the other station that is slightly down the side corridor I passed on myway in. In the mean time I feel angry, and my compulsion to express that angerleads me to hang a large book from the edge of the electrical panel, danglingby a thick elastic cord. In my mind I know this will upset them and get evenwith them for my poor treatment, though I can’t even imagine how it would causeanyone grief. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never seem to make it to the other counter and I’m insteadovertaken by my need to use the bathroom. I walk into a room that is not partof the complex I had been in, white stucco walls giving me the impression ofbeing inside a house from my past. The room is large for a bathroom, spacious,and the main furnishing is a toilet set against a small outcropping of wall.Beyond the potty is a hallway leading into a closet pass-through and a bedroomwith two people in it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The toilet has a thick, padded seat on it, and it’s an oddsensation to experience below my butt. Finishing my business on the toilet Ireach for the handle to flush it and the loud sound of water swirling in thebowl fills the room. I look at the toilet as I realize the swirl is toointense, and some of the water is going too high. The seat and lid is slightlyaskew where it’s attached and this allows water to splash on the floor and thewall. My irritation at the thought of having to take care of this is almostenough to make me cry.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Reaching for the toilet paper as the closest source ofabsorbency I begin sopping up the spills. Some of the liquid seems to be mixedwith pee that has stained the floor and the bottom of the wall next to thetoilet. As I reach maximum capacity for each lump of toilet paper I throw itinto the corner to soak up any water it can handle, knowing that I will stillhave to clean up that mess.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind me is a large bucket, similar to the 5-gallon stylefound at any local hardware store. Water has splashed on it also, and I reachover to pour it off, not expecting the deluge that pours off the lip of thebucket just below the lid. My feet are wet, the floor is wet, and now I haveeven more mess to clean up. At least the spill is just water, and I continuepouring, watching as the fluid splashes and dances in the light spilling intothe room from a high window. This is my last glimpse of lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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After poor rest for a couple days and a major headache I managed to do a WBTB and have some great lucidity.

Plus, I continue to dream of celebrities. At least this time they were naked.


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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I find myself in my old house, the one I grew up in for nearlyall of my adolescence. The living roomis arranged differently, and it’s messier than I would like. I’ve apparentlyjust woken up from a nap or something and I’ve been sleeping on the floor, thepillow and bedmat beneath me testimony to this fact. I am grumpy, and some ofmy disgruntled feelings are directed at my son.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of my pillow is his backpack, and seeing as how heisn’t in the room I decide it’s time I check to see what he’s been taking toand from school. I pull the zipper down on the black bag and I am greeted withpapers, folders, and some trash that is not out of place at all among hisstuff. I’m not interested in any of this, and I dig deeper, reaching for whatlies at the bottom of the bag. Here I find some plastic toys, and I pull outpiece after piece of what appears to be a babies toy desighned for teething. Ican’t even fathom why he would be taking so many baby toys to school, brightlycolored and clearly intended for someone much younger than him. All I can do isshake my head in disbelief.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Beyond these pieces of toy I also find a blue plasticdrinking cup, and this literally makes me roll my eyes. I keep finding thesecups everywhere, and I just want it gone. With a flick of my right hand I shootthe cup into the air, intending for it to land a few feet from me, but the fanabove and the air conditioner carry it further towards the middle of the roomwhere it hits Jen on her side as she sleeps in the recliner. She stirs andturns her face towards me, sleepily asking, “What?!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up, or even for thecup to hit you. It was the fan.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed the fan above is spinning quite fast, though as I saythis I doubt myself, thinking maybe I did mean for it to hit her. I can seethat there’s no way, physically, that the wind from the combined fans couldever send the cup to hit her, especially from the angle with which itdescended. The only thing I can presume is that I did it on purpose.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Next time don’t throw it so hard!” She rolls over to goback to sleep, still covered by the red and green horse blanket.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I look at my hand to wonder how I could have made the cupfly so far, and this induces lucidity. I quickly count my fingers, noting thateverything appears normal. I know I don’tbecome aware of my hands often so I’m pleased to recognize the sign for what itwas. My right hand touches my left and I’m surprised to find my hand is solid,warm, and unyielding. What I see as I turn my hand around almost makes me startleout of the dream.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the palm of my left hand I have a sore, almost like adark blister, directly below my little finger. I use my right hand to squeezeit and it bursts like a large pimple, pus and blood squirting into my righthand. I’m disgusted but I don’t feel sick despite what I have done, and myfirst thought is to grab a tissue to clean up the mess. I know I’m dreaming yetI look around to make sure no one has seen me, feeling slightly embarrassed tohave a burst hand-pimple. A vague thought about a magician crosses my mind butI can’t seem to find anything to connect it to.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head to my bedroom, the one down the hall and on the left,just where it had been when I grew up. The bed and walls are primarily thesame, as are some of the belongings, but the shelves along the west wall arevery different. I had put shelves up once in real life but the shelves I’mseeing are sunk into my wall. Boxes line them from one end to the other, andspringy black coils stick out of a couple of them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It turns out that when I left my old job I took quite a fewof the binding supplies with me. Black binding coils of every size fill theshelves, though this causes me no great concern. What does surprise me is thatI have a box of the special order vinyl pockets we used for maps and largedrwaings, and it is full. These vinyl pockets were quite expensive, I remember,and I feel surprised I took them at all. Still, they are quite useful. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I flip through them, using my finger to page themone-by-one, someone behind me asks, “What will you do when you run out?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I could just ask Curt to get me afew. He still works there.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“How many would you get?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Not more than five at most.” I say this knowing I wouldn’twant him to get in trouble and that five seemed a reasonable number to walkaway with.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand up from my kneeling position and let my gaze passover the shelves towards the door to my room, slightly closed. Something lookswrong with it and at first I’m unsure if it’s crooked. As I stare I realize itis indeed slanted, and I walk up to it with greater curiosity. When I approach theproblem becomes clear. Someone has attached the hinges of the door directly tothe wall using drywall mounts that are starting to pull out of the wall. Themounts don’t look like the usual hooks that spread out on the inside of a wall,appearing instead like translucent plugs that merely push into a hole.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think to myself, “I can fix that. Not today, but somedaysoon.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk back into the living room and stand near the back ofthe recliner chair. I can see my bed-mat in the far corner, and my son is on mypillow with his head, his butt sticking up in the air.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Son, get off my pillow!” I don’t shout but the tone in myvoice suggests he should comply quickly. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my right and in front of me is a large TV, almost like asmall movie screen, and it is showing an old black and white movie starringBruce Willis and Michael Caine. Both men are detectives trying to find amurderer, and both men are naked. They hold a conversation in a room with apotted plant and a small upholstered bench, their penises dangling from side toside as if in perpetual motion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My scene shifts and I am co-host on a talk show, though Ifeel slightly underdressed in my tank-top and shorts. Still, none of theaudience seems to mind so I just go with it. Behind me is a platform with lotsof colored lights and what appears to be a game-show set, though I can’t figureout what the game is. It seems unimportant as I realize I’m standing next tothe special guest, Bruce Willis.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up at him and I become lucid again. I know I’mdreaming because there’s no way this could ever happen, especially not with methis close to him dressed so casually. What especially catches my eye is howhandsome he is, and I know he doesn’t look this good in real life. The man nextto me is tall, has good hair, is smiling charismatically, and looks great in hisblue jeans and white button-down shirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I hug him with strength and passion, smelling him as I feelhis body heat transfer to me through our clothes. He feels good, real good, andI sink down to his knees, still hugging his leg. I look up at him as I turnaround, my left hand coming up and stroking him right beneath the crotch withthe gentlest touch against the bulge in his pants. At this moment I so wantsomething to happen between us. He doesn’t flinch, and I take this as a sign ofhis acceptance towards future actions.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Remembering my role as a host I make the connection that Ineed to please my audience, and this makes me think of my friend Chris. I knowhe would want to see Bruce Willis in person, though I suspect I could never getthe two to meet directly even after my crotch-stroking experience. I decide Ican do the next best thing and I conjure two audience passes out of thin air. Imake sure they both have the correct wording on them and then I send them offinto the ether. Glancing into the audience I see he has arrived and is sittinga few rows behind the platform where I am still clinging to Bruce’s leg. Ismile and wave at him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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This dream had many of my common dream signs in it, and I finally used my lucidity for a really good cause.


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in my house, but it’s not the usual location or layout.I am in a house on a nearby street that leads up the hill to the top of theridge. The house is white, small, and has a wide front porch that is surroundedby an old metal railing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the middle of the front porch is a toilet, the onlyfacility in the house. I walk up and use it just like I was sitting in myprivate bathroom, though I can see the street and people on it as they walk by.I even wave to one of my neighbors as she passes walking her dog. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After using the toilet I walk out front of the house. Jen isgoing to use the toilet and she is upset that people can see her. I’m lookingat the house from the front and I actually can’t see her as the bamboo screenthat shields the house from the sun is rolled down, blocking my view. However,as I walk to the east side of the porch I finally see the trouble; the screendoesn’t cover the side of the porch, and anyone walking by could easily see thetoilet and anyone using it as they approach from that side of the house.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Waving my hands at Jen and telling her not to use the toiletuntil I find something to block the view, I run back up onto the porch. The first thing I find is a 6-foot long pieceof plywood. It’s wide enough that I can place it over the gap on the side ofthe porch and block the view. I even place my hands on my hips in asatisfactory manner, feeling like I solved the problem. Even then I knew itcould only be a temporary solution.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Shortly following my success I notice the air outside hasbecome chilly, and something in me tells me that it is winter. Jen wants me tohang some wreathes for the season, and I grab the biggest one to take outside.It is solidly made, probably a good four feet across, and considerably heavy.It hangs from some kind of hook though I can’t see it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Jen wants me to hang it on the metal railing of the porch,just above the boxwoods, and I lean in to mount it. I notice that all thesurfaces are covered by ice, as though a recent ice storm coated everything ina layer of frozen precipitation. I reachup to brush off the ice with my glove and have to stop abruptly when I realizeI have knocked a Monarch butterfly out of the ice. It’s slightly frozen, butstill alive, and has landed on top of the bushes.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reach to pick it up and as I hold it in my hand I becomelucid. The butterfly becomes even more intricate with detail and color thanbefore, and I stare dumbfounded at the super life-like visual. The poor creatureis struggling to get onto its legs and out of the frost, occasionally moving awing as it tries to recover.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel so sympathetic to this poor creature that I nearlykilled, and my first instinct is to hold it close to my body and breathe warmair over it. I know the heat of my breath can keep it from dying, and as I holdit close I start pouring my heart into it. I can feel waves of emotion leapingout of my chest, like a physical pressure, and as it fills the butterfly it beginsto flutter and shake with energy as though electrified.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I open my hands but it does not fly away. Instead it justsits there and gently flaps its wings every few seconds, as though trying outits body to make sure everything works. Some thought inside my mind fills mewith an overwhelming urge to take the butterfly swimming, despite the coldweather outside, and I walk with it in hand to the back yard. I walk right upto the edge of the in-ground pool and step in, water pouring over me and thebutterfly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The splash is quite a shock, and as I surface I find thecreature is still in my hand. It seems just as fine as me, and I realize I wastesting our ability to breathe in the water. Like me, the butterfly is notaffected by water and can breathe just fine above or below the surface. This isthe first time I’ve ever encountered another dream entity that could share myabilities. I want to talk to it but I merely give it a smile and watch it flyoff.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I make myself dry and walk back into the house by way of arear bedroom with a sliding glass door. I know it belongs to my son, and forsome reason his floor is covered with dead and dry leaves. I’m a little upsetby this, how he always has a messy room, and my best guess is that he left theoutside door open for several days. I head to the front of the house, shufflingthrough leaves as I go, and I’m amazed that anyone in the house would choose tolive like this.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Out through the living room and past the porch potty I makemy way to the front steps. I encounter an annoying neighbor, or friend of a neighbor,and he seems to want to taunt me. He is a thin man with curly red hair perchedon top of his head. His chin is pointy and he wears a thick grey turtlenecksweater that doesn’t disguise his overly thin neck. I hate him immediately.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He begins telling me about a party going on down the streetthat I haven’t been invited to, and something about him being better because heknows the people. I reply that I do indeed know those people, they are myneighbor, and their daughter, Ctharlina (yes, I spelled that right, as it was in the dream), is in my daughter’s class at school. Hesays there’s no way my daughter can know theirs, she isn’t nearly old enough,and I have to point out to him that they’ve been going to school together nowfor three years. He scoffs and turns away as if scolded in public. I assume he’sjust some snooty guy from somewhere east, and I don’t give a shit about hisopinion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Italic Text = Personal Thoughts
Normal Text = Non-Lucid Segment
Purple Text = Lucid Segment

I had woken up multiple times today, each time failing to achieve any kind of dream recall. I decided to do my WBTB 30 minutes later than normal just to test it out as I hadn't been having any luck with my previous time. I figured I may as well attempt a WILD so I get relaxed and begin my attempts, only I drift into sleep by accident.

I find myself in some kind field, somewhat resembling the field I had been previously dream incubating, only with many more trees surrounding the area. There's a gathering of sorts between myself and friends I know from the internet, everybody's hugging and greeting each other. At one point, one of my friends who happens to upload vlogs to YouTube pulled out his video camera and began recording the event, a tall guy wearing all black and sporting an afro who I don't seem to recognise makes a remark about how crazy my friend must be for talking to a camera, and how he could never do such a thing.

As the gathering gets in full swing, I realise I am one of the shortest people here, being only 5'6" it isn't an uncommon thing for me. I begin to get anxious that everybody is taller than me, which is strange as I'm usually perfectly content with my height in real life. I'm fighting my way through the crowds of people who are all chatting. I end up bumping into this guy, dirty-blonde medium-length hair, sporting a scruffy beard of the same colour and bright green eyes. He also seems to be concerned that everybody else is much taller than he is, he's about my height, maybe a little shorter.

I seem to instantly bond with this guy, we have a pretty lengthy conversation which I've completely forgotten now. We decide to split away from the group, as we're walking away we're playfully fooling around. I should mention that I'm bisexual. I hear a voice from behind make a remark about "guys in love" but choose to ignore it. I rest my head on his shoulder and he turns his head and looks me at my directly with his green eyes and i'm taken aback by how perfect he looked in that moment.

We end up beside a stream, he sits down on the sloping grass just beside the river and I follow his lead. I get lost in conversation (which again I have forgotten) as well as sound of the running water from the nearby stream. Things blur, my vision fades and before I know it the dream had a complete scene change

I'm in the living room of my house with all the people from the gathering, including the nameless dirty-blonde haired guy. We again decide to split from the group and head into the kitchen where we're discussing what's happening. I recall a familiar voice say "Hello" as she walks in the door. A bright red haired lady with a long face and somewhat haunting. I place the voice with the woman from the field who made the remark about us being in love.

She suggests a game of Truth or Dare, although she calls the game something else at the time, but I forget precisely what she called it. We decide to take her up on her offer, and it's my turn first, I pick truth. She begins going into scientific detailing of the specific names of genitalia for transexual people, I blame the genitalia conversation from IRC the night before this lucid dream. When she's finished, she asks if either of us are transexuals, to which we truthfully respond "No".

For some reason, there is a strange shift in the entire dream here. I seem to have two consciousnesses. My dream self and my waking conscious self floating around in the head of my dream self. All three of us begin discussing the "game", something my dream self seemed to understand, but I had no idea what this "game" was all about.. We start detailing why each of us wants the prize money from the game and it turns out that the red-haired woman actually has a really good cause, she intended to use all of the prize money to repair the world after the chaos. Again something my dream self seemed to realise, but I was amiss as to what this chaos was.

Dirty-blonde-haired guy states that, if he wins, he will donate all of the money to red-haired girl to help with her cause. This leads to all of us eventually teaming up as a group in this "game". We start discussing strategy and state how the prize fund gets bigger with each person that gets kicked out of the game.

My mum, who for some strange reason was the organiser of these games, walked into the kitchen just as we were mentioning how the outside world seemed to have died down as of late and how we're currently safe in this house. I'm still unsure of exactly what these games were about or what they involved, and what had caused the outside "chaos", but dream self had no problems knowing what it was all about. My mum quickly corrects us, saying how we're fooling ourselves if we believe that.

She guides dirty-blonde-haired guy and red-haired woman to the window in the living room, while I hang around in the kitchen momentarily to clean up some mess. I soon follow after and both of them are breaking down on the sofa, crying. An overwhelming sense of worry takes over and I rush to the window and am in shock at what I see.

Cars are turned over in the streets, houses are on fire and there are burnt corpses laying on the ground. Any people that aren't burnt to a crisp are crawling along the floor, grasping on to the last ounces of life. I ask my mum if I can go upstairs to get a better look out the upstairs window, when all of a sudden it hits me.

I begin thinking, this can't be real, I know it's a dream. I lift my hands and my vision begins to blur but I try my hardest to focus and count my fingers, there are far more than there should be and I know for sure that it's a dream. I begin getting excited, I can't decide what to do first.

I notice the dream seems to be continuing regardless, my mum is already walking up the stairs and for now I decide that I want to continue on with the dream. I follow her up the stairs and into her bedroom, she stops momentarily to slip off her shoes, mentioning how she doesn't want to get the carpet dirty before walking up to the window.

I decide to break away from the dream here and get a good view, I walk straight up and through the wall, finding it much easier to will myself through the wall unlike my first lucid where I got stuck. I also went straight into flying after passing through, instead of falling down to the ground first.

I am again shocked at the detailing of the world around me. The trees are bright green and full of detail, the fires blaze and I can vividly hear the screams for help from the dying people. I fly down the street but seem to struggle to stay up in the air, I slowly descend and try to adjust my body into a position that can fly the best.

I'm low enough now that I am obscuring the cars on the road, there's a truck behind me honking its horn, obviously wanting me to get out of the way. I turn around and decide to use telekinetic powers to flip the truck over and it's completely destroyed on impact.

I continue flying down the road, and round onto the other street which joins onto mine. I again flip over another car and I seem to accidentally flip it right on top of this innocent car on the side of the road. I begin to feel guilty and go over to help this guy out of his car. He has about 5 young children and insists on fetching a doctor to help. I inform him that I could heal, knowing I'm dreaming and that I could just will their health into existence.

Regardless, he insists on getting a doctor. He steals a nearby car and I leap in just as he's driving off trying to get him to listen. The spinning of the car and being disorientated seems to kick me out of lucidity. I fall out the car, he drives off and I become completely non-lucid.

Everything is incredibly blurry from this point. I remember flashes of staying with the children, the guy coming back with a doctor and then being in a hospital as the guy is reunited with his wife and they're told that all of the children will be okay.

I fade back into waking life and the dream is over.

Me and 4 others are chasing Daffy Duck, Hes the size of a G.I.JOE. As I am chasing him through my dreams more and more people eventually get drawn into his chase. Theres about 30 of us now, Daffy takes us to a Train Station were we search for him for what feels like an eternity. Me and all the other followers go insane just waiting in this abandoned building literally, we stand in circles contemplating to ourselves what we will do (talking to myself).... We see a train! Everyone runs out and jumps on, Daffy is at the front and we all try to get to him.. We are all fallin off the train left, right, but luckily I manage to hang on and almost get to the front but end up going through 1 of the carts that turns out to be a enormous house. I can recall a mansion, all the lights were out and the darkness looked ass if it was a never ending abyss swallowing all good. Me and the original 4 are in a room again but sorrounded by darkness, we chase Daffy all the way through the house and end up in the same room but with another door... The door, is overgrown with forestry and shrubbery. Bugs Bunny Stands in the doorway.. He asks for Daffy, "WE DONT HAVE HIM WE HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR HIM THIS ENTIRE DREAM!" I say. Just then daffy in the form of a toy waddles under my legs and right to Bugs, Bugs then pick him up with his foot lookin way to smooth and casual sets him off to the side into a bush, Daffy then disappears into the abyss.... Bugs then fades and the door closes. Me and my friends quite dissapointed turn and head through the house hoping to find my way out of this dream. I end up in a room thats having a party, except everyone wants to fight. I leave the room and picture myself in an OBE practice fighting. Haha I am pretty sure I was sleep talking/punching at this point. I go back in only to find out I am about to wake up....


I believe on the other side of Bugs was my Dream Guide / inner subconscious / Daffy Duck. Hopefully I can meet him next dream.

I want to turn this dream into a rap song, opinions?

This is my first good, long lucid dream in a while, and it was awesome! So, this is gonna be a long retelling. You've been warned.

My dream recall picks up at my old high school. I am in the auditorium, with a teacher and another student. I don't remember this bit very clearly, but I think the teacher is my college professor, K. and the other student is Silver. I remember being afraid to leave the auditorium because K specifically wanted us to stay behind, and had something to talk to us about. Nonetheless, I slip through the auditorium door, promising to come back. I have a Brita filter in my hand at that time, and it's implied I'm going to fill it up real quick and come back.

Out in the hallway, I start pouring the water that's in the filter all over the floor. In my head I envision a chase scene, and I feel like this will help, somehow. Not just in making them slip and fall, but it was supposed to do something else, like turn into smoke. This part is another fuzzy bit. At some point while I'm doing and thinking all this, I realize the absurdity of what's going on, and realize that I'm dreaming. At this point I head back down the hall towards the cafeteria. I don't know where the filter disappeared to, but I don't have it anymore, nor do I care.

I end up passing through the empty cafeteria and heading outside, where, like so many prior lucid dreams, I get sucked into practicing flying. Why this draws me in so much is a mystery... in any case, only moments later my vision gets all fuzzy and it's hard to see much of anything. Over the next 5 minutes, I try to restore my vision, while still trying to fly and slowly making my way around to the front of the school. I don't have a ton of techniques at my disposal for this dream... I keep trying to blink to get my sight back, even as I worry that it would wake me up. Thankfully it doesn't, but it isn't doing anything productive either.

As I round the corner, I come up with a new idea. I try removing my glasses, which has no effect. Putting them back on doesn't either. But at this point I take them back off and mimic cleaning the dust off of them, even though at this point my dream clarity is so bad that it doesn't actually feel like I'm holding anything. Amazingly, this one actually works, and I can see everything again. A lot of work for what some of you can fix in just a couple seconds! Ah, well, I'm learning.

At this point I'm out in front of the school again, and see a college friend, A. I feel like showing off to him that this is a dream, and I try to fly in front of him. What I'd accomplished for flying so far in this dream amounted to hovering, or maybe short glides, but I don't even manage this much. I jump extra high, but that's about it. He comes up to me and says, "Hey, are you actively trying to fly? This isn't a lucid dream." At which point he becomes the antagonist of the dream.

I'm laying on the ground when he says this for some reason, and for a split-second, I feel the effects. A small bit of doubt creeps in, and for a moment I'm paralyzed, and can't move. But then I somehow recover, and get up, and start trying to logically prove that this is a dream. I tell him that I've graduated, among other things. At some point he's wearing a football helmet and asking me why I have one in my hand, as if this would somehow prove it's reality. I retort that this must be a dream because I didn't have the thing 5 minutes ago (really, I didn't have it until he asked about it). Eventually I realize logic isn't going to work, so I kind of tackle him, yelling, "I KNOW this is a dream! Stop trying to trick me!"

A small bit of memory is lost here, but A. certainly gives up on trying to convince me I'm not dreaming... instead he tries to convince me that I don't deserve this lucid dream, or something along those lines. To which I succinctly say, "Screw you! I deserve every goddamn lucid dream that I get!" And at this point I roll away from him. I don't feel angry anymore... I feel triumphant, like it was incredibly important that I make my opinion known, and now that I have I'm satisfied. I have no regrets for shouting at him either, because at this point I know he's not real. Unfortunately, while trying to contemplate what to do next, I wake up.

So, I managed to go back to sleep around noon today, long enough to have a decent dream.

The thing is, while I thoroughly enjoyed this dream and all its incredible detail, including the lucidity, this dream has some rather adult content.

Feel free to tell me if I should remove this dream.

And now the disclaimer:

THE FOLLOWING DREAM HAS BEEN RATED DV-MA. IT IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. IF THIS IS NOT YOU, PLEASE DO NOT CLICK ON THE SPOILER BELOW. IT CONTAINS STRONG ADULT CONTENT AND SITUATIONS.

[SPOILER="The Porn House"]

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself in my house but I immediately know somethingisn’t right. I am in my old home, the one I used to share with my mom, and thefeeling is quite disorienting. I know I haven’t lived in the house in manyyears, but here it is in every detail. The arrangement of furniture is a littledifferent, and I didn’t have internet access at the time, yet I have a fullcomputer and my current Droid cell phone. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]If the arrangement of furniture wasn’t strange enough, thepresence of my dad in the house certainly was. He has been living in Californiafor decades, and he never visited this house, but he is here and my mom is not.I feel really awkward seeing him sit in one of the recliner chairs a few feetfrom the fire place, his feet up as though everything was normal.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To top things off on this cake of chaos, I am surfing lotsand lots of porn on the computer. Window after window is open to all kinds oferotic images, and I find it hard to absorb all of what I am seeing. It’sinteresting to me but it doesn’t fit in with my normal web surfing habits. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I continue surfing my porn I happen to see out thewindow; the computer is set upon a shelf that allows a user to face the front yard.Outside the view is different than expected. The neighborhood is that of thehouse I grew up in as a child, and while this is unsettling, it’s still notquite as odd as the porn I’m viewing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Looking out, I spot Jen’s arrival home. She is accompaniedby several friends, and I hastily minimize the computer window and beginlooking at my phone, not wanting her to see what’s displayed on the screen. I’m expecting her to walk into the house butinstead she and her friends spend some time conversing outside the front door. Iwait a moment and then return to the computer for a bit more time surfing adultcontent.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After what feels like ten minutes in the dream I hear thegarage door starting to rumble open, and I frantically scramble to minimize thecomputer windows again. I step away and then debate the wisdom of leaving themopen at all, and I turn back with the intention of shutting down InternetExplorer. I can’t quite recall if I actually opened the windows back up, but Iknow I didn’t feel entirely good about how I left them. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As Jen walked in I walked away from the computer and towardsa hall bathroom that never existed in the living room in real life. I ask herthe usual questions about her day and how she is, though I also recognize thatshe hasn’t worked in years and it’s odd that she is now. Still, nothing aboutthis dream is normal so I’m becoming accustomed to all the strange events andsights. I do get a bit upset when I askher where our son is and who is watching him and she merely tells me that he is“okay.” [/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He’s okay? Who the hell is he with, I wonder? Perhaps hermom? I’m a little put-off by her nonchalant attitude regarding our son’ssupervision. Some part of me tells me he is a baby, and this just adds to myconfusion. I seem to be living in a flashback mixed with current technology andI can’t seem to get away from it. This is when I ultimately realize I’mdreaming, and I immediately become calmer and more accepting of mysurroundings. My real life is far more structured than this and the events aretoo surreal to be anything but a dream. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding finally that all is well I wander back over towardsthe bathroom and continue surfing porn on my phone. Apparently the theme of mydream is sex, and I’m so preoccupied with my viewing that I don’t notice whatis going on in the living room just out of sight. I reach a stopping point andlook back around the corner only to find the computer is now on this side ofthe room and Jen is looking at the pages of porn I had been viewing. Crap.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I come up behind her and inside I’m freaking out, knowingshe won’t like what she sees. I think I said something like, “At least our kidsaren’t around.” I know this won’t go over well, and I’m proven right when shegets up, grabs her purse, and tells me she’s leaving. She starts walkingthrough the living room, and this is when I notice a couple people are sittingin the dark lounging in the recliner chairs and on the sofa. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I watch Jen leave, a last view of her through the partedcurtains. I turn back around and ask the room, “Who are you people, and whatare you doing here?” I can’t even figure out how so many people got in theroom, though I suspect they came in earlier before Jen left and that maybe theyare friends of my son. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Everyone is naked and just lounging around as though it wastheir house. All the people appear to be around the age of twenty, and I feellike we are all in the same age group. I’ve become male, and naked, and this establishes further that I am dreaming. I’m standing in the middleof all these people and as I approach close to one of the guys he opens hismouth and leans forward, as if he is about to suck me off. I’m definitelytempted by his advance.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Instead of engaging in anything with the guy I walk overtowards a young woman with dark hair sitting on my bed. My bedroom has becomepart of the living room, and the woman is wagging her finger at me, urging meto come over to her. She is dressed in a white, cottony skirt, and a dark top,and she is plenty eager to be with me, so much so that she leans back and putsher legs in the air. I already know what’s going to happen next so her behavioris not surprising.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I kneel down between her legs and begin licking her pussy,feeling quite aroused and excited at the chance to have sex. It has been a longtime since I have been with a woman in this manner, and I demonstrate this withmy eagerness as I bury my face in her. Behind me the naked people start gettingup, realizing that I have settled on being with this woman instead of them, andthey are no longer needed. They walk quietly out of the house, right out thefront door, still naked as though that was how they arrived, discarded justlike the porn on the computer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand up and the woman rolls over, exposing her backsideto me. I have a nice clear shot of her asshole, and I bring my penis up to her.She’s tight, and penetrating her isn’t perfectly easy, but I manage it and shefeels good pushing back against me. I’m having the best dream and this is whenmy feet start to slip on the carpet, almost costing me my lucidity. I have to scrambleto maintain my position, but I recover quickly and continue having sex withher. Her body is warm and soft, and despite not knowing her at all I amthoroughly enjoying myself, and plans for later start forming in my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Wow, I don't know if i'm a natural lucid dreamer or what ... But I had a successfull WILD on the first serious try (refusing to give up that is.) Neat! I only remember a small fragment from earlier in the night though:



Dinosaurs (dream fragment.)

Some dinosaurs in a big room made out of paper. A guy said they were going to have to be put down since the "cage" could break so easily and they were quite dangerous. I told him it was a stupid idea, since we could just build a better cage instead. i mean helloooo, live dinosaurs! that is frickin awesome.


I then woke up, did some yoga, drank water and did some reality checks, since I was gonna try some WILDing. I was unsure if i woke up at the right time (roughly 7 hours of sleep), but I hoped I would hit REM right away.

Back in bed i lied on my back, just trying to relax. My flatmate went about in the kitchen, slamming things into benches and whatnot so I thought it would be hard to fall asleep. I meditated for awhile, counting to 150 with every breath. I started to get these weird and totally random thoughts, but I didn't feel sleepy at all and could still hear my flatmate in the kitchen. I just waited for SP to kick in since I quite often wake up in the middle of the night in SP and it comes quite naturally for me.

I turned onto my right side, and my mind was unaturally calm. I kept having random, "dreamy" thoughts, but my consciousness was very clear and I didn't see any HI och had any SP. But then, REALLY suddenly, an image of a corridor appeared. I entered it.


Foreign seminars!


Oh my! That was weird. No SP or HI beforehand? but ohmygod, it worked! okay, calm down.

I looked at my hands, touched the wall and just tried to really get into the dream. Seems stable, so I looked around. I was in a school probably, in a big corridor with many doors. I thought about how I wanted to meet Keiko, so I called out for him.

(Keiko was a imaginary friend who appeared in some of my dreams when I was little. He looks like a red fox with green eyes. Sometimes he has butterlfy wings. He had a quite timid personality with a sarcastic streak underneath.)

"Keiko!"

My voice sounded just like it does in real life. I turned around, hoping he would be there. Nope. Oh well.

I started walking down the corridor. It was completely empty. The few times i've become lucid as an adult before, I’ve tried to take control of my dreams with limited success ...my dreams has instead become really chaotic and "focused" on me; random annoying DC;s and unstable, changing scenery. I think about just going with the flow this time, enjoying whatever the plot of the dream is. But it would be nice to have Keiko with me ... I call for him again and turn a corner. A guy runs past me, almost knocking me over. He looks stressed, almost scared.

I look down the hallway. It's completely pitch-black from where he came, no light at all. Just perfect for a nightmare. No thank you, I think, turning back.

The corridor looks pretty much the same when I pass it the second time. One of the doors is open though, and I walk inside. It's like a big classroom inside with lots of people in it. Looks like there is going to be a seminar or something, there is a huge white screen in front and some people are running around setting things up. I walk up to a table that is in the front of the “classroom” and sit down next to two boys, around 9 and 5 years old.

“Hi!” I say in Swedish. “How are you?”
No reply. I try again, in English this time.
“Hi, how are you?”
“I’m fine, how are you?” The 9-year old replies.
“Oh, just fine. What’s your name?”
No reply. He turns to the younger boy to the left and says something in a foreign language that sounds a little like Russian.
“Oh, what language is that? Is it Russian?” I ask.
He looks amused.” Haha no, it’s Magrorian!”
I’m like ok, whatever. I turn to the younger boy.
“Hi, what’s your name?”
No reply. He has a vacant expression.
“How old are you?” I ask again.
“September.”
“What?”
“I was born in September.”
Cool, I think, same month as me! If I ask him what year he is probably going to say the same year I was born. So cool.
“What year?”
“87.”

I sigh. Stupid, random DC’s.

I see that the professor is trying to get everyones attention. Everybody keeps chattering, so I call out “Heyhey! It’s about to start!”

Everybody quiets down, I walk away from the two boys so that I’m closer to the professor. But when he starts talking it’s in the same foreign language that the two boys talked in! doh.
I try to “will” him to speak Swedish, but then it just becomes gibberish and random words. I sigh. I think about that at least 10 minutes must have passed in real time. I lean against a wall and look at the audience. Everybody keeps paying attention to the gibberish lecture. I’m not in the center of the dream at all, which is very unusual. I really feel as if I’ve walked into the dreamworld as a lucid visitor undercover, neither disrupting or pulling any attention.

I look at my hands and count to seven fingers, but I never doubted I was dreaming, I know I’m sleeping in my bed and that my flatmate is probably still banging around in the kitchen. I look at the audience, looking away and back. Nothing weird happens.

I think about something to do without changing the scenery or trying to take control of things, and remember that somebody on DV said that it was cool to listen to music in dreams. I look for my phone in my pocket, I untangle my headphones (it tangles up even in dreams) and put them in my ears. There is already music playing, and it’s the opening song from HOUSE M.D. Totally weird, I probably haven’t heard that song for at least 3 months.

Oh, random subconscious, how I love you. The song sounds just like it should, no weirdness or unexpected noise.

The lecture is still going, and nothing weird or random has happened. On one hand I think this is really cool that the dream is so stable, but on the other it’s a little boring to waste lucidity like this. I mean, there is no plot in the dream! I’m a total outsider!

Sick of this, I turn towards a random guy in the audience and will him to shift into a monster. It’s really hard, it’s like the dream is fighting me, but he slowly turns, he gets black eyes and a really wide, creepy smile with shark-like teeth.

He starts coming at me, and I lift my arm and concentrate on flinging him across the room with pure willpower, certain that it will work since the dream is so stable and I’m so confident.

But no! He keeps coming at me, time slows down as he lunges, all wide grin and razorsharp teeth …

I kick him right in the stomach the last second. The kick feels really weak, but somehow he still flies through the air … Right into the lecturer! Time slows down yet again, matrix-like, as the both crashes into a table.

Everybody in the room starts shouting, confused. I feel as if I reaaally fucked this seminar up. Ooops. I better get out of here.

I turn around and start morphing into a wolf. It takes some concentration, but finally I feel as a wolf. I start running towards the exit, but it’s a little hard to steer and I bang into the doorway. It hurts!

I run into the exact same corridor as before. This is so weird, how stable this dream is! I think idly about how long time has passed since I entered the dream. At least 15 minutes!

I start looking for a way out of the building, wanting to get to a forest or something. As I run the song “Pärlor” by Kent plays.

The dream starts to fade! Noooo. I start spinnng round, but still wake up. I lie completely still, hoping to fall asleep again … And yes. I see some trees! I enter the dream again.

Through the mirror world into Mordor


I’m sitting in a canopy. I take a moment to really get into the dream, stabilizing the enviroment, looking at my hands and so on. I look at the leaves around me. They are red and yellow maple leaves. I pick one and smell it, and it smells like chocolate! I bite into it, but it just tastes bitter and a little like grass … : (

I stand up on the branch that I “woke up” on, looking around. There is a clear blue sky with fluffy white clouds, and when I look out over the land it’s a big yellow wheat-field. It’s really beautiful. I take into the sky flying. It feels awesome!
I fly higher and higher, feeling the wind in my hair … So awesome.

But the higher I fly, the weirder the ground looks. It’s as if the horizon ends way to early, and the sky just “loops around”. The ground is slowly diappearing, and I try to will it to stretch further on, but it doesn’t work. As I fly onward, the ground slowly disappears, and soon there is clouds everywhere.

Okey then, I think. Here we go. I fall, or rise, towards the sky, I’m not really sure. but as I get real close gravity shifts, and it turns out the “sky” is a reflection in the water. I’m at sea! There is water everywhere, and a clear blue sky ahead. Just blue skies and clouds everywhere!

I can’t even describe how awesome this looked. Anyways, I start flying over the water. I think that I want to go faster, and I hear a voice saying “there is 5 more levels, you want me to increase speed?” I think yes please and sure enough, I speed up.

Then the clouds darken ahead, and it looks like Mordor ahead or something, angry black clouds and fire.

The water underneath me becomes orange, then turns to molten lava.
Huge rocks shoots up from underneath the surface, and I dodge around them the best I can. It feels as if something is trying to keep me away from that Mordor-like mountain!

I just keep flying, trying to get there, but then my visual fades … I try to hang, but nope … I wake up.


Awesome dreams though! It was really neat to not try to control the first dream, and I still can’t get over how stable the dream was. Insane, I tell ya.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in an art class, located in my son’s junior high school.There are students all around, and I seem to be one of them, though I stillfeel like I’m a grown-up. I don’t ask permission to leave the room when I needto go to the bathroom. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk across the hall to the closest bathroom. The halllooks like any typical school building; smooth-brick for the walls, lockers onboth sides, and a dull reflection on the tile from a window at the end of thehall. Nothing seems surprising about my location or my presence.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never view myself inside the bathroom but when I walk outand head back to class I find that I am lost. I thought my classroom was just awalk across the hall but I can’t seem to find it. Nothing seems familiar, andthere are lockers where I thought the class door should be.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk a little further along the hall towards my left andfind a corridor that leads to another wing parallel to the one I am in. I walkthrough to this other wing and begin trying doors, hoping I’ll get lucky. Thefirst door I try has kids in it that are too young to be my classmates. Theyappear to be first graders and none seem familiar. They take no notice of me asI step back out and close the door.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I try a second door and again I don’t find my class. Thepeople seem to be the right age but I don’t recognize anyone. It’s clearly thewrong class.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I find no satisfaction at the third door either. As I openit a nearby teen looks up at me with an expectant look on his face. He appearsto be about 13 years old, thin with dark hair and wearing a collared shirt. Igive him a nervous smile and say, “Hi, older kids. Don’t mind me.” Nearly all the kids in the class are lookingat me as I exit the room, and I feel really uncomfortable.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The last door I try turns out to be my classroom, and myrelief at finally finding it is almost overwhelming. Just as I enter the classI find the bell ringing and it is time for everyone to go to lunch. Everyonewalks out of the classroom, and the teacher leaves through a different doorthat leads outside. I decide to follow her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I walk outside I recall that the teacher was nice to me,and I want to talk to her. She’s a pretty Asian woman, dressed sharply in a mauvehalf-dress, an unusual yet flattering choice for teaching. Her heels don’t seemto slow her down as she navigates a rock-path that crosses a small stream thatburbles down the slight hill between school buildings.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk past her and she smiles at me, making a slow turn tofollow my gaze as I pass behind her. If I didn’t know better I would assume shewas flirting with me. I definitely want to impress her, and have her look favorablyat me, so the first thing I do as I get close to her is reach down and pick upsome of the pink goo that has collected along the edges of the stream. Liftinga handful I put it in my mouth, almost biting into it despite its appearance offoam. It tastes pink, unlike gum or frosting but definitely sweet, and pink isthe best word to describe the taste. I hold it up to an unseen audience andwith a mouthful of goo I pronounce it good, and safe to eat.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Suddenly doubting my popularity I head back up the gentlehill to the school. There is an outdoor hall in front of me and lots ofstudents are loitering here. This is a good sign to me, and I expect that I won’thave to wait long in line to get my lunch. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking in to the cafeteria I am assaulted by the usualnoise and smells that come with a school eating hall. Despite my earlier visitto the bathroom I need to pee again. I go in search of a bathroom and my questtakes me to the far side of the cafeteria. I feel slightly sick from smellingall the food in the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find a bathroom and open the door, only to find itoccupied by a young boy. I apologize and hastily close the door, noticing asign that indicates the bathroom is for boys. I don’t think it was there beforeI opened the door, or I would have noticed it. I certainly wouldn’t have gonein had I seen the sign.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The next door over is another bathroom, and this one alsohas a sign on it indicating it is intended for males. I gently push against thedoor and it slowly opens, revealing an empty room with four stalls jammed closetogether on one wall and a trough on the other. There is no toilet and no sinkin the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk into the tiny closet of a room, because I really needto pee. Because there is no toilet I am debating if I could use one of theexisting receptacles, but there is also no toilet paper, and this distressesme. As I complete my turn I notice there is also no lock on the door, and infact a square-foot chunk of the door is missing where a door-lock wouldnormally be. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I become lucid as I open the door, finding myself standingthere with my pants down around my ankles. I know it’s a dream because I wouldnever stand in any unlocked bathroom with my clothes down, let alone thecafeteria I begin walking in to. Emerging from the other bathroom is the kid Isaw earlier, and like me he has his pants down also. I feel sorry for him as helooks very embarrassed, but in contrast I am quite calm. Knowing it’s a dreamallows me not to worry about the people in the cafeteria, most of whom seem notto have noticed me anyway. My only concern is to find some toilet paper.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m at the Zilker Hillside Theater, in Zilker Park. I’mhappy that my mom has brought me to dance at the hillside, even though she hastaken some risk in bringing me. A friend of mine is with me and we are runningaround, playing and being excited.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Dream 2 - Lucid Eating[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m at a 7-11, and I’m escaping the storm outside. The rainis heavy, and as I think about it a TV appears and shows the weather radar witha perfect image of the central Texas counties affected. The image is in motionjust like it would appear if I was watching TV in real life.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’ve mad my way into the aisle with the chips, and somethingby the newspaper stands has distracted me, possibly the newspapers themselves.I find myself staring at them, transfixed by something that hasn’t appeared. Ibecome lucid and realize I’m trying to make something appear.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A nearby customer, someone young, spots me and asks me, “Whyare you staring at those newspapers?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside my head I have a debate with myself about what Ishould say.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-Why am I staring at them? I know nothing is going tohappen.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-Should I tell him? He’ll just think I’m crazy.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-If I don’t tell him he’ll think I’m crazy anyway.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-Maybe he’ll think I’m hiding something. I don’t want him toknow I’m dreaming.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]-He’s still waiting for an answer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I finally look up at him and just shrug my shoulders,letting him figure it out on his own. He scowls at me, waves his hand at me indismissal and walks out of my sight.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m already letting it go, no longer worrying about hisopinion. I turn back around and realize I’m in the chips aisle so I might aswell be eating chips. A bag of Funyuns appears in my hand, and I reach in andgrab a few. I’m eating them and I like them but they aren’t as oniony as Iwould like them to be, and now I’m thirsty. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I think, “Well, I am in a 7-11.” and I suddenly have aSlurpee in my hand; It’s cherry flavored, and tastes so very good. (ApparentlyI can conjure drinks better than snacks) I suck on the straw and the drinkfills my mouth, though time seems to fly by and my drink is gone before I getto savor it. It was a fairly small cup.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Times New Roman]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I looked back out of the store towards the street, noticingthe store is located at a corner a few blocks from my house instead of where itis normally located further down the main road. In the street outside I seeseveral feet of water flowing along the gutter. It’s abnormal for that quantityof water to flow along the street, and as I watch the flood moving down theroad I start worrying about my son who is camping in Bastrop. I reason that ifAustin is getting this much rain, he likely is also, especially since I saw theradar image showing the rain moving that direction.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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1. at an insane asylum courtyard, maybe a prison, not sure.
2. Wake up inside of a very small mobile home with some soldiers in a wooded area, monsters with pink tentacles appear and kill soldiers, I run.
3. man appears, he's a vampire, I get bitten, fade to black.
4. I wake up, I can fly. The trees are looking at me.
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This morning was interesting. I awoke at 4am on my own. Got up to go to the bathroom. I took one galantamine and went back to bed. I read for 15 minutes and proceeded to fall asleep.
I went straight into lucid dream. I was in a room with people I never saw before.
Not going into too much detail, because sex was involved. Long story short, I kept waking up to my timer (lucidology), and instead of staying awake which is what usually happens, I kept perfectly still. I didn't plan this, but In my mind, i looked down to my hands, and they were in a prayer pose. Within seconds i could feel myself slipping back into the same dream and place, with same people.
Each time it started off hazy and fuzzy. I kept saying "clarity now!", and looking at my astral hands to clear my vision and it worked.
This happened at least five times, before I finally decided to get up.
I did go to bed late, and was very tired at 4am so I think the lack of sleep, along with the galantamine pill that kept me having multiple DEILDs .
Anyway it was pretty awesome.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’ve only slept two-and-a-half hours but I’m already beingwoken by my neighbor’s contractors. They are loud and moving about not far frommy bedroom. I’m listening to their words as they cuss and talk about the moldingson his house. I really hate them.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I fall back asleep but I can now see their words floating inthe air above me as they penetrate the wall by my head. The words are white andbold, as though someone typed them in their air. I am shooting them with mylaser rifle for points. Words that end in -y- are worth 7 points, words thathave a -th- in them are worth 5 pointsand any word that ends in -s- is worth 3 points. All other words are worth oneunless it ends in a double vowel.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While playing this game I can see my score adding up on anearby scoreboard mounted inside the wall to my right. Normally this would bewhere my closet is. I’m listed as the Home team. The Visitor team hasn’t shotyet and their score is zero. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m suddenly aware of fans sitting in bleachers on the edgeof the room, and most are cheering for me. I look down at the clothes I’mwearing and find they are bright blue. I suddenly become lucid, rememberingthat blue is my dream sign (as listed in my workbook) and I touch my shirtwhile looking down at it. My hand becomes blue, absorbing the color from theshirt like a paper towel absorbs water, and I start laughing. I can’t believemy hand is actually blue! I turn it this way and that to make sure it is real,counting my fingers and finding all five are in place. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can’t believe my RC actually worked, and the wonder of itmakes me feel like I’m about to lose my dream. I start reciting,” I amdreaming, I am dreaming!” and my dream stabilizes. My surroundings have changedinto a basketball court but this doesn’t suit me. I’ve never been one to standout and perform, even hating being inside the gym in high school. I know I can’tjust walk out without a reason so I shoot directly at a blank spot in thebleachers, creating a hole just big enough to walk through if I bend over. Thismakes the crowd cheer with a roar![/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I drop my gun, which looks something like a Tommy Gun mixedwith a child’s toy, white and plastic and cheap-looking. I don’t need it anylonger and I really just want to go somewhere else. I walk through the hole,passing the faceless opposing team as I do, words coming out of their mouthssimilar to the ones I was shooting but smaller. Their heads seem too small fortheir bodies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I see the janitor up ahead mopping the floor. He’s old,wearing coveralls and using a silver pail for his water instead of the bigmop-bucket on wheels that I am used to seeing. As I approach he offers me themop he’s using and just as I take it, I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Stupid contractors are still outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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This time I did a WBTB WILD, failed but was ok in the end.
4 1/2 hrs of sleep/Milk/Bathroom/Noise Meditation


1. I was in a big room, sort of like a cave, and by taking a weird pill I transitioned into a LD like phase, but not really. I could fly and do all the LD stuff but I was not LDing. Next I asked a friend Noah if he knew anything about LDing and he said "I don't know".

2. I was late for school even though I was already there.. I was worried and nervous. Some kid in my science class was playing a song on his/her's laptop. And I recall it being about Madonna wearing a condom.. Next I ran to the lunch room to get some food, and there was a lot of people there. There were dvds on everybody's seats it was weird, their was also a little packet of cereal on peoples seats too. I then ran out of the cafeteria after eating my food and took my DVD. Next I teleported and somebody was getting arrows shot through their head.

3. I got caught writing in my DJ and some boring kid named Michael from my school came and stomped on it after he through it on the ground. (Weird thing is I got caught writing in it today and told my mom it was my science homework, she thinks I'm doing drugs or something)

4. I was in a huge parking lot and I knew I was dreaming. I made the dream see through my waking like eyes and it worked, I had HD vision and I told my friends from my school bus I was dreaming, and I think one of them said "aw cool". Next I ran up some stairs for no reason, I guess I was excited. After that I ran back downstairs and tried to summon a girl, it failed the first 3 times but in the end I summoned 2 of the same girls but they were the wrong ones.. So I was like 'meh' you guys take these 2 I'll summon another one. I ended up waking up because I closed my eyes, maybe it was a FA but I'm not sure so I won't say it was.

5. I was in BF3 and I found a little glitch where it allowed me to move a vase and climb to the top of the building and I could snipe people. I got up but I didn't kill anyone as my gun was not a sniper.

6. I was in a different game, but similar to BF3. My team had to spray the other team with water until the time is up. My team won and I gave my teammate a high 5.

7.My mom said "Do you hear your dad? You shouldn't have went downstairs" And I said "I only got milk"