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shit. =) I'm so excited, I just had several lucids and false awakenings within a two hour period! I guess MILD really does work, two a few days of it! Too much happened in the dreams, but this was the most LUCID I've ever been. I finally could clear my vision and really communicate with the people in my dreams, even though none of them seemed interested in talking to me =(

I'll give you the highlights! My favorite part was me and a couple of friends were in an apartment building going UP and the elevator was tuggin along slowly and we were all looking at eachother wondering if it was about to give out. Sure enough, it started falling slowly at first back down, I told them not to move too much and as we neared the bottom, or after so much suspense, I was like WAIT A MINUTE. I put my hand out flat in front of me and willed the elevator to stop. It stopped and then I started pushing us up towards the top, but I told them to crawl out this window real quick just in case.

Another part I'm at my house and a bunch of family is coming over. I knew I was dreaming when my uncle showed up, cause he would NEVER come here, I doubt it anyway. He walked to the door and handed me two bags of trash that have been sitting on our porch for a day. (No, really, it's our trailer trash... =/) Anyway, I rolled my eyes and noticed it was all wet outside, I grabbed the trash and said "I was JUST getting ready to take this out." I go out of the house and sit down by a puddle of water. Just enjoying the lucidity. Looking around. Unfortunately I can't remember what I saw. Anyway, a lot of things happened, but I'm gonna quit right here. Just saying MILD was a SUCCESS.

Non-dream Dream Lucid Nightmare Fragments False awakening Early awakening

I got inspired by the movie Inception and decide to try out a cool thing. I'm pretty tired and are going to take an afternoon nap. I put a white dice into my left pocket and tell myself to fall asleep, and have a lucid dream. I lay down on my bed and fall asleep really fast.

I'm in a park somewhere, sitting on the bench of a picnick table. I reach down into my pocket where i putted the dice, my test totem. I feel it with my fingers and pick it up. I look at it. Nothing seems to be out of its order. I roll it a few times to see if something odd happens. Nothing happens, its just like rolling a dice in real life. I roll it some more, until I leave it on the table. Im lucid, really achored to the dream and I feel like doing something cool, try out new things. If I can pick up a dice from my pocket i should be able to pick up anyting so I imagen a Uzi in my pocket, planning to do some damage. Again I reach into my pocket. This time I pick an Uzi up. Before me I see a gang of criminals dressed in black coming out of a black car with black tinted windows. I point the Uzi at them and pull the trigger, spraying them with bullets until they all are dead. I say "it would be cool if some cops came by now" and I imagen some cops coming to arrest me.
On the same road the criminals was comes now a cop car with flashing blue lights. Five cops comes out. I start to shot them too. Now everyone is dead and im the evil super villain who killed them. Mohaha!

I wake up.

Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of May 20-21

I'm in the upstairs bedroom of a house. Built into one wall is the entrance to a long slide, which I go down. The first part of the slide is plastic, tubular, and constantly curves back and forth in random directions. After a bit, the plastic tube slide connects smoothly to another section of slide, this one made of polished, light-colored wood. The wooden portion of the slide turns through 90-degree corners in between straight runs, and it goes through a series of spacious rooms that are made of the same light wood.

Later, I'm back in the upstairs bedroom again, with some other people who want to go down the slide. I describe to them what the slide is like.

Night of May 21-22

I'm in the main hallway that runs through the middle of my church. There are tables lined up in the hallway, and I'm sitting behind one of them. Other people from my church are sitting behind the other tables. We're all talking to each other about the church activities we do. [This was all day residue. This dream was essentially a replay of what I had just done that day in real life at our church's spring talent festival. I count this dream as further evidence in favor of the hypothesis that dreams are produced when your brain is recording the day's experiences in long-term memory.]

[I had a lucid dream in the next cycle, but I've forgotten a lot of the details. The following paragraphs contain what I do remember of that dream.]

I realize I'm dreaming and think, Oh, cool. I'm dreaming. That means I can do anything I want to. I find myself in a rectangular room in which all the walls are full-length mirrors. I look at my reflection and notice that I have my long hair and bangs again [which was the hairstyle I had for most of my life until last October], and that my bangs are chopped off all unevenly, with little sections that end in different lengths. I either exercise, or just think about, two or more of the dream abilities I've already learned [I'm not really sure, because I don't remember this part very well], and then I decide to try an ability I've never tried before: changing my appearance.

I close my eyes and visualize what I want my reflection in the mirror to look like when I open them: I want to see myself as an old woman, with my hair gray, but still long. I open my eyes, only to find that it didn't work. My reflection still looks the same as it did before. The thought of trying to shapeshift into some kind of animal crosses my mind, but I decide not to because no animal that I particularly want to turn into comes to mind.

[Different dream, later in the night.] I'm visiting my boss's house, which is huge and very nice. My boss gives me a very kind, generous compliment about my after-school teaching. He says something along the lines of, “You're a great teacher. You treat them like people.” [“Them” meaning the students.] I'm very flattered.

I go outside my boss's house. There is a small, private jet parked outside. A group of people I know and I are about to leave on a trip somewhere in the jet. Before we leave, I decide to go and use the portable restrooms that are located on the opposite side of the grassy field I'm in. One of them is a standard portable restroom, and the other is bigger and wider; it was removed from a commercial airplane, I know. [It made sense in the dream.] I can't get into either of them, though, because my mom is blocking the entrance to them. She tells me that I can't come in because P. is in the restroom right now.

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Side notes:

In real life, I have two jobs, each with a different boss. The boss who appeared in my dream was not the one from my after-school teaching job; he was the one from my office job. It makes sense, though, in a sideways kind of way, that Office Boss would compliment me on my teaching in a dream. Two things that I know I really, deeply want are for my teaching efforts to be appreciated and for Office Boss to like me. I think my mind just combined the two desires and had Office Boss express appreciation of my teaching. (Office Boss has seen me teach in real life, but only once.) This dream, and the one I had on March 26 about being hired for that one job (which I did not get hired for in real life, by the way), lead me to this observation: Sometimes, when you really, really want something to happen in real life, your mind will grant you your desire in a dream.

Cool, my first attempt at forging. It was unsuccessful, but I'm not really surprised. I'm looking forward to continuing to work on that skill.

I begin to understand why we have a thread devoted to pictures “for daily lucid inspiration.” Lucid dreaming is beginning to feel routine and unremarkable, even when I'm in a lucid dream. It felt that way in this one. My initial excitement about the phenomenon has worn off. Now I see why one would want a source of daily lucid inspiration.

Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm in a long, rectangular yard with a lawn, behind a building. I find myself flying backward over the grass. Recognizing the familiar dream occurrence, I mentally grab hold of the situation and wrench my movement into my conscious control. First, I start to fly forward, and then I just land and start walking across the grass toward the building, just because I'll have better and more reliable control that way. As I walk, I say something along the lines of, “If it gets me there faster, I'll just walk.”

Inside the building, I walk through several rooms until I find one that contains a table and a bunch of people. [I think they were people I know in real life, but I'm not sure who.] We all sit down around the round table and have a meeting. [I don't remember now what we talked about, but we were all talking about something.] During the meeting, I focus on staying in the present moment, paying attention to it, because I want the dream to go on for as long as possible. It works, for a bit, but then I start thinking, I wonder how much REM time I have left? I don't want to wake up. Of course, the dream starts to collapse and I find myself waking up shortly after thinking about that.

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Side notes:

I achieved this MILD by focusing intently on my feelings of intention and desire to have a lucid dream, mostly without thinking in words, and for a sustained period of several minutes. When I did think in words, they were, Lucid dreaming is easy. Everyone can do it, even me. I had this dream after several nights in a row without any dream recall at all, which made those feelings of intention and desire particularly intense and easy to focus on.

[This is a catchup post. This dream is from the night of April 8-9, 2011.]

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm in my current bedroom. I have my mom's purse, and I'm on my way to take it out to the living room and put it on the cedar chest, where it goes. I think I must have just woken up normally, so as I walk to the living room, I'm thinking something like, If this is the real world, then that's fine. But if this is a dream...

By the time I get out into the living room, I've figured out that it is a dream. No specific trigger or dream sign tells me this; I just recognize the feel of the world around me, and what it feels like to be in a dream. I set my mom's purse down on the floor next to the cedar chest and turn to walk out the front door. As I move my hand away from the purse after letting go, I can see that no part of the purse or its strap is touching my hand, and yet I feel resistance on my hand, as if the strap were caught on my wrist. I realize, I can't just carelessly set it down and walk away, like in the real world. I have to think that I'm setting it down. My mind is controlling everything, and I didn't think about wanting to put it down, so it feels like I still have it. So I consciously think about letting go of the purse, and the feeling of the strap goes away.

I turn my attention to the front door. The main door is open, but the screen door is closed. It's a beautiful, sunny day outside. "This screen door..." I say to myself. I decide to take this opportunity to work on my goal of becoming intangible and walking through things. I concentrate on the ideas that door is not solid when I will it not to be, because this is a dream, and I am able to pass through it, and start walking through it. It works! I get part of the way through it, but I'm so pleased to find that it's working that it takes some of my concentration away from those ideas, which immediately causes the door to become solid again. I end up with the door stuck around the middle of my body. The door is now parallel to the ground, and my body is sticking through the hole I've created in the middle of the door. I can feel the ends of the metal wires poking me in the stomach and back. I feel very silly.

I give up on that for now and decide to just go flying again, since I know I'm good at that and it's fun. I turn back toward the interior of the house, take a step inside, and kick off the floor with my ankles, like always. I launch myself toward the ceiling and find I can easily stay up there, flying just under it in a lazy arc. I laugh out loud, feeling contented, pleased with myself, and so happy to be back in another lucid dream.

[Dreamskip.] My mom and I are riding on a train through our old town. The train runs along Church Street, which is lined with very large, elaborate church buildings in a variety of different architectural styles. [In real life, that street only has one, fairly small church building on it.] Some of the churches are still open, but others are empty and closed, and still others are now being used for other purposes. One of them is now a Ralphs grocery store. My mom says something about how our church is still open, even though several of these are closed.

The train comes to a stop. I say, “Isn't this our stop?” [I think I was still aware that I was dreaming throughout all this, but it completely didn't occur to me to do anything other than follow along with the dream plot.] We get off the train and walk through the high-ceilinged train station until we get to the entrance of a bird exhibit. The exhibit consists of a series of crooked, jointed tubes through which visitors have to climb upwards. There are chains hanging down from the ceiling of the tube near the entrance. There are windows in the tubes so that you can see out into the birds' habitat.

I start climbing up into the tubes. There is a guy climbing in front of me. There are lots of small handles attached to the walls in convenient locations for climbers to grab on to. As I climb, I notice that one of my hands [my right, I think] is partially numb. My ring and pinky fingers, especially, feel like they've fallen asleep. This makes it more difficult to get a solid grip on the handles with that hand, so I have to rely more on my left hand and arm.

[Dreamskip.] I'm now in this shop/museum exhibit place. I see a procession of people leave the room through one exit, including Willy Wonka as portrayed by Gene Wilder. I turn back to the interior of the shop, and see that my mom is at the checkout counter, buying something. There are several other people gathered around it. I ask an employee standing in the middle of the shop for directions to the exit. She makes a sarcastic reference to flying to get there. I reply, “Besides that.” She gives me directions to another exit. I follow her directions into another room of the shop. [At some point during this sequence, I don't remember when,] I see a page with lines from a musical written on it.

[Dreamskip.] I'm flying through an area where there are a whole bunch of big rectangular swimming pools, each with giant humanoid robots designed to look like sports players standing at either end of the pool.

[Dreamskip.] I'm flying up into space, flying backward and watching the view of the Earth below me. I go up high enough that I can see the entire round Earth at once. Then I decide to start going back down again. As I do so, I pass through a field of light-brown, rocky asteroids that surround the Earth. I see the ground getting closer and closer as I descend. I'm heading toward the center of North America.

I end up someplace in Kansas. I find myself in a large room with a bunch of other young women, all of whom are wearing old-fashioned green-and-white dresses with aprons. I tie a green cloth around my waist in an attempt to blend in with the crowd. A white pattern appears on the cloth as I watch.

The group of young women walks out of the room, and I go with them. The room proves to be underground; we exit it and go outside by walking up a sloping tunnel into the sunlight. When we get outside, I see that we're in a very well-done historical theme park with a richly detailed environment. I decide to start flying again, and I fly over the theme park, admiring the view of it from up high.

[Fragment – not sure where in the sequence this was, but I remember dreaming it.] I'm in the ocean, with waves moving around me. The waves are washing me up on to a shore. I think, Oh, crap. Is this the shore of my own subconscious? [I don't remember what came next, though.]

[The next thing I remember,] I find myself back at the area with the pools and the giant robots, still flying. I fly up in front of a robot who looks like a giant football player. He throws a football to me, and I try to catch it, but miss. He says something like, “That would have been complete for 10 yards!” I answer in a smart-alecky tone, “Yeah, it would have been complete... if my feet were on the ground!”

[Dreamskip.] I'm now in an airplane hangar, still flying. The hangar has very large windows that can't be opened. I decide to try to fly through them. I succeed.

“Holy s***! I did it!” I exclaim aloud. I've finally successfully gone through a solid object without leaving a hole in it! I'm very excited and pleased.

I fly around a bit more outside. I see that the hangar is one of many like it, all painted tan on the outside and all built in a big, dusty lot.

I woke up to discover that I'd fallen asleep with my forearms still resting against my ribcage, thus cutting off most of the circulation to my right hand and forearm. I realized that in the dream, when I had been climbing and noticed that one of my hands felt partially numb, it must have been because of the sense data coming through from my real body.

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Side notes:

Wow! This was a really long, elaborate lucid. The dreams that I remember probably lasted a total of between 15 and 30 minutes. I accomplished this via two means:
- setting a WBTB alarm for about 6 hours after I'd gone to bed and staying up for about 5 minutes, reading entries in my paper DJ
- MILDing for longer and with more tenacity than I have been lately, using phrases that included "I will have a lucid dream tonight," "When I'm dreaming, I realize that I'm dreaming," and "I bring awareness and clarity into my dreams."

When I woke up and was recalling my dreams, I made a connection that I hadn't made while I was dreaming: I've passed partway into mirrors in dreams on two separate occasions before. I always know that they're going to be intangible to me, and they always are. Mental techniques and expectations similar to the ones that have allowed me to pass through mirrors should also allow me to pass through other solid things, like walls. In fact, going through the screen door worked similarly: I knew that it would be intangible to me, at least when I first set out to go through it. In the future, I just need to sustain that thought/belief/knowledge for long enough to get all the way through the object.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was in my room, and I was looking through the drawers of my old desk (I don't have it anymore in waking life). I found a little orange jar with weed in it. I was very surprised, because I haven't had or smoked weed in months (in waking life). I decided to keep it hidden for later.

I also remember something about my neighbor selling me these candy-looking things that were really some kind of drug. They looked like Runts candy. One piece was red, and the other yellow. He gave them to me in a bag. I put them away where the weed was. I remember seeing some of the weed spilled out into my drawer. I heard someone approaching my room. I was trying to clean up the mess in the drawer. I scooped the spilled weed into a miniature wine glass, and put a black stopper on it.

Throughout this experience, I kept wondering if it was a dream or not (it was very realistic), but didn't look too far into it.

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I was outside the restaurant Mcallister's. I thought that was weird, since we rarely eat there. I decided to do a reality check, although I already more than suspected what was going on. I looked away from the Mcallister's sign, and it said something like "Mcinter's". It's a dream!

But I woke up. I didn't move so I could re-enter the dream.

I was inside Mcallister's with my family, but it looked dark and much different than what it really looks like on the inside. I thought maybe they remodeled or something. We sat down, and upon closer inspection, I figured out I was dreaming again. I rubbed my hands together. (I did this many times throughout these dreams, and it worked wonders!)

I then remember being outside on campus, and my ex, Jarrod pulling up with his old roommate, Dave. They both looked kind of different. I didn't notice them at first, but Jarrod yelled "Hey girl!" from out the window. I then noticed I was with Katherine. We walked over to them and got in the car. Jarrod was talking to me as I sat in the passenger's side seat, and Katherine was sitting in the back with Dave. Jarrod started to drive. We were going to his and Dave's apartment. I had a foreboding feeling, but I didn't think it had to do with me, but it had to do with Katherine. She was in trouble.

We got to their apartment, and Dave and a bunch of guys started to gang bang Katherine. I walked past them because she didn't seem too upset about it; she wasn't objecting or anything.

Then, I may have woken up again, but I again didn't move, and re-entered the dream.

I was outside. It was sunny. I was walking down this path. I remembered the talk about doing dream drugs from a thread here on DV. I decided to try to make a mushroom appear in my hand. It didn't work.

There was a lot of green grass everywhere. I saw this old couple. They were standing by a hill. In the hill were these little shelves. In the shelves were these chocolate-covered things. The old lady said that they were some kind of drug, something like MDMA, but she called it something else. I asked her if she needed them, and she said yes, because if she didn't take them, she'd get cranky. I walked away a little bit, then decided to try out a bit of telekinesis. I focused on one of the chocolate drugs, and pulled one into my hand. I ate it, then woke up again.

Didn't move, and was in the dream again.

I was outside again, and MK was with me. I wanted to get to the moon, but I decided to ask her where she wanted to go. I was excited to show my best friend what I could do in my dreams; I wanted to take her with me! I tried to make a portal the old way I used to do it, but then remembered the new way I learned. I drew an outline of a portal on the wall. I asked her if she wanted to go to the beach? The moon? She didn't really answer, so I decided to go to the moon. I concentrated hard on Nomad's DJ entries about the moon, and the portal turned black. I entered it, and felt myself getting sucked in. I was sucked through blackness. I concentrated so I wouldn't wake up.

Then, I was at some resort. It was sunny outside, and next to the resort was a huge pool. Many people were at it, swimming and talking to one another. I walked up to the pool area. There were many people sitting at tables and talking. I asked an older woman
"Where are we?"
"The moon.", she replied.
I decided to ask someone else. I asked the man she was sitting with where we were.
"The moon.", he said.
I asked a third person, someone sitting at a different table.
"Where are we?"
"North Carolina.", the person replied.
Ok...

Then, I remember being in a room at the resort. Ryan was in there with me. I decided I wanted to try to have sex with him. I asked him, and he seemed reluctant to do it for some reason! I told him we'd make it quick. So he agreed. I started to take my pants off and woke up.

Didn't move, and went back to sleep, re-entering the dream.

I was still trying to get my pants off. I guess it didn't really matter that much, since I was dreaming (dur) if my pants were off or on. I don't remember ever getting them off, but then Ryan asked me
"Can we take this outside?"
I said yes. We went out on the balcony, and started having sex. I could see people below me, people in the pools and such. They were looking up at us. Some were smiling, some laughing. No one looked disgusted. I didn't care, it was a dream! I can have sex wherever I damn well please.

Then, I remember being out at the pool. MK was there again. She was running towards something, and I chased after her. I asked
"So are you in my dream, or am I in your dream, or are you just a projection of my subconscious?"
"Neither.", she replied. I thought maybe she didn't hear the last part of the question. I asked her again
"So are you just a projection?"
"What?", she replied. She had heard me, but she didn't understand what I meant.
Then, a girl I know from choir, Sarah, appeared. She said something along the lines of
"Yes, a projection of your subconscious." Then, she disappeared again.
MK stared at me and smiled. She had never personally answered my question, but oh well. I have more exploring to do!

I went to the edge of the pool, and put my hand in the water. The water gave me a lot of resistance for some reason. I pulled my hand through it a couple of times. I tried to close my hand in the water, but it resisted. Strange. I wanted to show MK that I could fly. I wanted her to fly with me. I told her this was a dream, and she believed me! She laughed, and said something, though I can't remember what. Something like "Well that explains a lot!".

I took off to fly. MK did not go with me. I flew over the pool, and into this field. It was almost desert-like; the ground looks dry, but still kind of green. I saw many beautiful flowers, plants and trees. I remember seeing some lavender-colored flowers. I stayed closer to the ground so I wouldn't lose the dream.

Then, I saw a kitchen clock hanging in the sky. I laughed and thought something along the lines of "How cliche!". I saw a lot of other weird things in the field, but the clock was the one I remember most.

I then was approaching a tree house. It was very big; it had three stories. I entered the top story, and as soon as I went through the door, I heard a microwave beep. The room looked cozy and quaint. I really liked it.

Then, I woke up.

Throughout the dream, I did a ton of hand-rubbing to keep everything vivid and clear, but I can't remember exactly what points I did it at. I just know that I always was rubbing my hands together. How have I just now discovered this?

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was at home. I remember my brother being there. The movie Leprachaun was on TV, though I doubt it was the actual movie (I've never seen it in waking life). It was in black and white, and started with some dude wanting his girlfriend to go down on him. I stopped watching it, because I knew it was a bloody movie, and I can't stand bloody horror movies.

Then, I got on my laptop, and the movie popped up. I couldn't close out of it, no matter what I did. In fact, the movie was on every TV and computer in the nation, and everyone had to watch it. I tried and tried, but I couldn't close out of the movie. I said something about not wanting to see it.

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I was laying in bed, looking at my ceiling. I looked at my air vent, which was right above my bed (it's not above my bed in waking life), and there were two ladybug-looking beetles on it, each sitting on opposite sides of the vent. They were red with black spots. I noticed that the one on the left was male, and the one on the right was female. I kept going to sleep and waking up with them still being there. I was confused, I didn't think my air vent was right above my bed. I, however, accepted that it was.

I noticed the male going over to the female. He mated with her.
"Great," I thought, "that thing is going to lay eggs in my room."
I wondered how long it would take for that to happen. I remember calling my brother in at some point to show him the beetles.

Then, there were more beetles, some big, some tiny. They all looked different too; they were differend colors and such. I remember one being huge with a flat, white body with some light blue markings on it. All of the beetles were trying to mate with one another. A tiny one crawled into the back end of the big flat one. I then saw inside of the flat one; it was all mechanical. The tiny one was trying to implant something inside of it. I noticed that the tiny one had a human, female head.

Then, they all fell from the vent and turned into my friends. I remember one being Rachel. There was a reason for this, but I can't remember it. I knew they would eventually turn back, though. They all seemed dazed, but happy. They almost had a blissful, naive look. I then remember them being in the kitchen. Something about having to feed them.

Then, I remember being in my car, driving. It was pre-dawn, and I had left the house to drive around for some reason. I thought about me turning off the house's security system so I wouldn't set it off while leaving. I was in a really bad part of town. I saw a couple drunkenly fighting ouside a trailer. There was trash scattered all over the yards and the roads. I remember, at some point, being out of my car, but I knew I was in a horrible part of town, and was suddenly back in the car. I knew I needed to turn around.

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I was at a hookah bar with some of my friends. We were in a foreign country. The sky looked like it might storm. I looked up, and saw a huge flock(?) of flying starfish. They were flying with their arms. They had their formation set up so the middle formed a big, empty star. They were keeping the star intact as they flew. I pointed them out to the friend that was with me. I knew that these creatures were native to where I was.

Then, we were inside with our waitress, who was seating us at the hookah bar. There were a few people there, but I noticed a little later that they had all left. We were then outside, getting seated. I remember my friends Kayla and Caitlin being there. They wanted to sit out there, but it was very windy, and the clouds looked ominous. We were moving tables around so we could fit everyone in. I remember Caitlin wanting to split a hookah with me, while the other people had their own hookah. I opted that we sit inside, because it looked stormy.

We went inside, but then I noticed we were still outside. There were many more of us now, I remember Brittany being there too. We moved again, and were finally inside. We were all sitting at our tables, which were pushed together to accomodate us. While we had only started out with 4 or 5 people, there were now 8 or 9. We got our hookah, which looked odd; it had two seperate parts sitting seperate of each other; the hose was attached to one part, and the water vase was completely seperate. Oh well, I thought, I guess that's how they do it here.

The hookah went around a couple of times (we were smoking tobacco, by the way). I was sitting by Brittany. She took a hit, and had the hose positioned weirdly, so the mouthpiece outlined part of her face. She passed it to me, and I took a hit. It was very hard for me to breathe in for some reason. I took another hit, and passed it. It went around again, and got to Brittany, and she laughed and said
"It's out! Hahaha...I knew that would happen. It's out!" I knew we should have gotten two hookahs.

Then, the clouds came down on us. The ceiling wasn't covered all the way, and some cloud leaked in. I took a huge chunk of it. It was like sunset clouds, colored orange and pink, and felt like cotton candy.

I must be dreaming! I got up and walked off, going outside. I saw a house that I wanted to enter. I walked in, and I knew the family inside only spoke Spanish. I told them they had a beautiful house. They seemed ok with me walking in. In fact, in their culture, they didn't care who walked in, the door was open to anyone. I walked around, admiring the royal blue tiled countertops and the rest of the house.

Then, I woke up. I didn't move, and went back to sleep.

I was lucid in the house again. I was scolded by one of the male family members for something, though I don't remember what. I think it had something to do with me coming into the house. I started to feel everything around me, feeling for the vividness. The refrigerator felt so real. So did the beautiful countertops. I touched everything around me.

Then, I woke up again.

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I was on the computer, and Austin wanted to come pick me up for lunch. He said he was on his way. I told him to give me an hour, because I had to get ready or something.

Dream - Lucid - AP

I was at work. It was daytime. There was a customer in there being a giant douchebag to everyone. He turned out to be some super villian, kind of like The Penguin in Batman. I was trying to ignore his antics, when I spotted him trying to pick a fight with another customer by the door. I yelled
"Hey! HEY!"
He, and everyone else in the shop, got silent and stared at me. I continued to yell
"We don't treat each other like that here. If you're going to, then you can get the fuck out!"
I turned around and walked away, fuming. My voice had sounded a little hoarse, but I think he (and everyone else) got the point. People started clapping and cheering.

Then, I turned around, and the guy was vomitting on the carpet. He was doing it to be a douchebag again. He acted like he was actually sick. His vomit was green and vile-looking. I gagged.

Then, I saw one of my friends, Katie, walking in the parking lot towards the shop. She looked happy, and was walking a little dog. I turned to whoever I was standing next to and said
"How much you wanna bet Katie's gonna see that and throw up?"
Katie came in, saw the vomit on the carpet, and she gagged.

Then I remember talking to someone about how the villian was my neighbor, and my dad was a villian too, but he acted normal. It was weird. I talked about him going over to talk to the neighbor, and acting all normal about it, as if I didn't know what was going on.

Then, I felt myself transition into another dream. I then knew it was a dream. I was in the bonus room of my house, and decided to take charge of the dream, and try to get to Teraluna. I rubbed my hands together, and the dream got more vivid. I had never tried that before in a dream. I asked my dream guide, whom I still have yet to meet, to help me get to Teraluna. I started drawing a portal with my finger in midair. The edges didn't meet, so I had to fix it so the edges met. I tried to walk through it, and it got dark for a minute, but I was still in my house.

I then decided to try creating a portal on the wall. I thought that may be a bit easier. I drew a portal with my fingers, and touched it, concentrating on where I wanted to go. The portal rippled, then glowed with a white light. When the light disappeared, the portal was a golden door with intricate patterns carved into it. In the very middle, there was an eye. It looked like a real eye. I would compare it to a glass eye set in the middle of the door. I touched the top left corner of the door and concentrated on where I wanted to go. I then touched the eye.

The door didn't open, but I was then in the catacombs of some ancient Egytptian structure. There were other people there too, running around. There was also fast, Egyptian-style music playing. It was slmost kind of video game-esque.

Well, it's not Teraluna, but I decided to explore anyway. The room was dimly lit by torches on the wall. I ran through the bottom of this catacombs, and decided I needed to look the part. I looked down, and was wearing sandals on my feet, and Egyptian robes fluttered as I ran. Too awesome, I thought. Too awesome. I tried to enlongate my hair by feeling the ends and trying to imagine more hair, but for some reason, I couldn't do that.

I then remember seeing msyelf in a mirror. My robes were red and off-white. They were very flowy. I thought that was really neat, and I started to dance. I danced for a little bit, then decided to keep going.

I then remember being on a different floor of this catacombs-type place. I was looking over a balcony that went to the bottom floor. Things were a little more well-lit. On the bottom floor, I could see Chinese acrobats making a human pyramid. The floor down there was white. I decided to float down to the bottom. I felt like I was getting closer to my goal.

Then, I was standing in front of another door. I started to feel myself wake up. I did not want to, so I started to imagine myself on a beach on Teraluna, with the ocean spray in my face. Everything was black, as I felt the sensations I was imagining. I tried to open my eyes, but my real eyes started to open instead. I quickly shut them, and was then in small room with royal blue-tiled walls that had black markings in the middle of the tiles. It had tall ceilings. I saw a Coke machine on the left wall. Strange.

In the middle of the room stood Hyu. I walked up to him and gave him a hug. I looked at his face. It was so detailed. I looked into his eyes, and they were a very clear blue, almost turquoise. I started to see the glare in the corner of my vision, indicating that I was going to wake up. I did not want to again, and refused to by covering up the eye that the glare was coming from. The glare went away, and I was fully immersed in the dream again.
"You smell spooky"., said Hyu.
I told him that made sense, since I had been in the ancient Egyptian place. We continued to hug.
"Don't go nattin' on me.", he said, whatever that meant. I understood it to mean "Don't kiss me,"or something. I laughed and said he didn't have to worry about that. I was just happy to see him.

Then, I awoke. I could still feel us hugging.

~

I remember being at my old piano teacher's house. I then remember seeing some weird interstate exits, but they were only smaller, artistic models of them. They looked like slides with moving conveyer belts, and some blocks randomly placed on them. 2 girls slid down them, and hurt themselves as they hit the blocks that were in the middle of them.

I then remember seeing some old warehouse behind Goody's (clothes store). It was being advertised as a great place for kids to have birthday parties at, becuase you could put anything you wanted in them. I saw a skateboard ramp in there, and some arcade games.

Then, I walked around and saw my old friend, Alex, laying on a couch. he was wearing a grey sweat suit. I asked him if he was ok, and he said he had been sick. I told him to feel better, but instead of calling him Alex, I called him Dawson. I didn't realize my mistake until later, and I texted him and told him I was sorry for calling him the wrong name.

Then, I woke up in a car. I looked at my phone. it was it was 4 o'clock pm. I knew I was dreraming, because that was ridiculous. I got out of the car, and was in a city that was overlooked by hills. I approached a female DC who was walking down the street. I asked her a question, and she started to answer. Unfortunately, during her answer I woke up.

I quickly went back to sleep and re-entered the dream. I was still with the DC. Everything was black and white at first, then filled with color. I told the DC I was sorry, I was back, and she could continue talking. I remember flying at some point.

Then, I got distracted and lost lucidity and did who knows what till I woke up.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I wake up in my current room, go out to the kitchen, and start attempting to make coffee. The coffeemaker is big and complicated, with lots of buttons, and I can't figure out how to use it properly. While it's percolating, I decide to take the carafe out [I don't remember why], and press the Stop button, but it doesn't stop completely. Six thin jets of coffee continue to come out of it, streaming down onto the heating element and boiling and sizzling away. I look in the cupboard for breakfast, and find lots of mini-donuts and other packaged foods there. All the time I'm getting breakfast, my mind is on the fact that I have to get out of the house in time for my 8:00 A.M. meeting. [I actually had such a meeting coming up in the morning in real life, and it was on my mind as I went to bed, so, not surprisingly, I dreamed about it.]

I have another false awakening in which I check the time on my cell phone and see that it's only 6:17 A.M. Good; there's still plenty of time to get to the meeting.

I woke up, for real this time, at the end of a sleep cycle, and said sarcastically, “Well, that was wonderful.” I didn't bother to get up to check the time on my phone.

I'm on my college campus, walking around outside the dorm buildings, which are big and L-shaped and multistory. I'm trying to get to my room, which is room number 16999-A (that is, bedroom A in suite number 16999). I stop and talk to a resident assistant (RA), who asks me where I'm going. I tell him [her? not sure], and he [she?] consults a list and says that someone else is already in that bedroom. I know I'm supposed to be in that room, and I say so, showing the RA the key I have to that suite. He [she?] permits me to continue on and go to the room.

I continue walking, outside, among the dorm buildings. I pass another RA at the entrance to a new part of the complex of buildings, and speak to her as well. She tells me that there's a game of Sardines going on in that part of the complex, and offers me a raffle ticket, which shows that I'm participating in the game. I accept it and continue walking. I find the entrance to suite 16999, which is at the corner of the long, narrow building, on one of the longer sides. I stick my head in the door, but don't go in. [So I never did find out whether or not anyone else was in my bedroom.] All throughout this part of my dream, my mind is still focused on the fact that I have to make it to an 8:00 A.M. meeting.

I continue exploring around the sunny side of the building. There are basketball and handball courts there; it looks a lot like the playground of an elementary school. The sunlight is very bright and cheerful. On the other side of the courts from the building, there is a chain-link fence on the border of the playground. On the other side of the fence is a river.

Not far from the playground is a covered pavilion housing the queue for a tram that offers tours of the campus. It's the same kind of tram used at the parking lot at Disneyland. The tram passes through, setting out on its tour. A group of five students with ski masks on, their heads wrapped in white cloth, and dark sunglasses are walking alongside the tram. They're tour guides, and this is their on-campus job. They're holding a series of signs that say something like, “Be sure to pay your tram driver.” I wave at them as they pass, and they wave back. As the tram pulls out of the pavilion and drives away, a group of five or six people runs out of the queuing area, trying to catch up with the tram. They wanted to get on it for the tour, but they got there too late.

[Dreamskip.] I'm walking across a parking lot. I recognize that I'm dreaming, and that I've had this dream before. [Now that I'm awake, though, I don't remember having had it before.] I begin to concentrate on my feet, watching them move as I walk. I'm wearing dark red-brown, slip-on, closed-toed shoes with big bows on the toes that are made of the same shiny, leather-like material as the rest of the shoes. As I approach my car, I attempt to ensure that my computer backpack will be in the trunk when I get there by expecting it to be there this time. It doesn't work. Other stuff is in there, but no computer backpack.

Some guy starts talking to me as I look into my trunk. My boss is there, too. The other guy gives me a long, ornate, old-fashioned, brass key with a long, thin black string tied to the loop on one end. When he gives it to me, he says something like, “These instructions are very important. You must never let this item leave your possession.”

“Because it represents my soul?” I ask.

“It represents a lot of things,” he answers. I infer that my soul is one of those things.

[I don't remember the rest of the instructions, but they probably included the following information, because I do remember knowing it:] I understand that this key is a skeleton key. It's not just an ordinary skeleton key, either; it is magical and can unlock any door in the dream world.

That guy, my boss, and I go exploring somewhere else together. I use my key to unlock a door at one point. At another point, I ask that guy, “Do you have a name?”

“Karim, or...” he begins.

“Karim,” I say. “Okay.” To me, the way he said “or...” after his name implies that he has many names, and I'm welcome to use any of them, but I just go with the first one he says.

Karim, my boss, and I are climbing a ladder up through a narrow shaft. I look up and am intimidated by how long the shaft is, but I can see the top of the ladder, far away. [That's the last thing I remember from this dream.]

When my alarm finally went off, I was relieved that I was back in reality, and that there was still plenty of time to get to the meeting.

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Side notes:

I don't remember having the high level of conscious self-awareness in this dream that I've had in past lucid dreams, but if I started trying to use dream powers, I must have known that I was dreaming. Also, when I was receiving the instructions about the key, I was definitely aware that the context to which those instructions applied was my dreams, which I was in.

Have I met my dream guide? I can't say for sure. I feel uneasy about it. What I can say is that I hope Karim and the key show up in future dreams.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm on a dark ride at Disneyland. When I concentrate on the images that are moving vertically in front of me, I can accept and maintain the optical illusion that traditional animation is taking place right there in the space in front of me on the ride.

Later, I'm in a dream version of Disneyland's Haunted Mansion. This version is two-story and walk-through, with a large, rectangular open space in the center of the house where you can see the walkway that runs in front of the entrances to the second-floor rooms. I think, They've redone this entire place again? It's actually this realization that makes me aware that I'm dreaming. I've dreamed about this attraction many, many times before, and it's different every single time, so if I'm on yet another new version, I must be dreaming. I continue to make my way through the house, being scared [in the good way] by some of the ghosts that jump out at me.

I somehow end up in the landscaped outdoor area around what appears to be a shopping mall. I look at my hands and see that they look normal [I've been doing this a lot in reality lately], but don't lose lucidity. I'm pleased to find that the dream is stable, my dream self feels real and normal, and that I'm not aware of my real body at all. I then remember my current personal dream goal and decide to start trying to walk through a wall. I see the orange-tan-colored outer wall of some restaurant and think, Maybe it'll be easier to go through if I don't know in advance what's supposed to be on the other side. [I don't even know.] I don't end up going through it, though. [If I attempted to, I don't remember it now.]

While walking around the outdoor area, I touch a metal hand rail and find that it feels real. I also try to walk through a low, rectangular concrete wall intended for seating, but it's just as real and solid to me as it would be in reality. [I think I just haven't fully convinced myself that I can walk through things like a ghost yet.]

I continue walking and find a small, amphitheater-like concrete area where there are big concert speakers set up, playing hip-hop or rap music. Facing the speakers is a picnic table with a bunch of teenagers sitting on it, all of whom are really into the music. One girl, however, is sitting on a bench off to the side by herself, reading a book. On the opposite side of the table from the speakers is a grassy lawn. Fifty or so yards away at the other end of the lawn, a live rock band is playing on another stage. I think it's kind of sad that the poorly-designed setup of the area, with the big speakers so nearby, means that no one is paying the band any attention. [What is it with me and rock concerts in my dreams lately? I don't have any plans to go to one in reality.] I think about talking to one of the teenagers there, but [for some unknown reason] decide not to.

The back of my left thigh started to itch, which made me aware of my real body again, which caused the dream to dissolve. I scratched it, now awake and disappointed at the interruption.

Dream - Lucid - AP

Well, I'm back from vacation! It was much-needed . And now, to the dreams!

I was outside somewhere. It was nighttime, and I was being chased by these crazy sorority and fraternity members who wanted to kill me. I remember them standing on a bridge. I also remember watching Chris run away; he was wearing the white shirt from one of my LDs. I only saw his back.

Then, I somehow knew I was dreaming. I composed myself so I wouldn't just fly away and wake up. I saw someone standing next to me. He looked like he was maybe in his late 30s, and had dark brown hair that was slicked back. I asked him if he would remember this dream. I don't remember his response.

I started to look around while walking. I was now inside in some garden. The ground below me was gray rock, and to my left was a creek. Sitting by the entrance to the creek was Santa. I walked into the creek. I said something to Santa and he replied, though I don't remember what. I do remember him saying "ho ho ho" at some point.

I kept walking in the creek. I feel like Chris was in front of me the whole time, some distance ahead of me. I looked down, and the water looked like it was dyed red with food coloring. I kept on walking, and heard a Chinese lady start talking. She was to my left on a stage-type thing that jutted out into the creek. She was middle-aged. There were a few people standing around her. She was speaking Chinese.

I was still walking down the creek, and I noticed above me all these digital clocks. I would look away and look back to them and they had all changed. Then, to my left, there were all these pictures on the wall. They were Christmas photos, and the people and animals in the pictures were moving, like in Harry Potter. One of them I remember being animal faces (dogs and cats) on human bodies wearing Santa hats.

As I exited the creek, I started walking up a winding stone path. I decided to try to make a kitten from one of my previous dreams appear. The kitten was white with pastel spots on her back, and her name was Sparkles. I cradled my arms and concentrated. I looked down, and an infant kitten with her eyes still closed was cradled in my arms. She was white with the pastel spots on her back. I said "Sparkles!". She crawled into my hand, and then I woke up.

~

I was going from one guys house to the next, where they gave me cake and apparently we had sex, though I don't remember ever having sex in the dream. I do remember eating the cake though. At one of the houses I went to, Mary Katherine was with me. The chocolate cake I was eating was very dry. MK was not happy about what I was doing, but she stayed silent.

Then, I was at Austin's old apartment. I was in the car with him at some point, and he said to me
"Krista, you can't make up your mind. I don't like it."
He was referring to the fact that I was hanging out with him, but had a boyfriend. Austin still had feelings for me. I replied
"I have a boyfriend.", or something along those lines.
We were then inside again, and sitting on the couch. A large black man was there with us. Austin said to him
"You should go to the store and get (something, I can't remember), and while you're out, grab some weed."
I got up and took some dishes to the sink. The black man was doing the dishes. I left.

~

I woke up at some point this morning, rolled over, and went back to sleep, immediately entering a dream.

I got up out of bed, and there was someone standing next to me, though I can't remember who it was. It was very hard for me to keep my eyes open. There was a mirror in front of me, and when I walked over to see my reflection, I could see it, but it was not aligned with my body. I went to the mirror again, and the same thing happened.

Then, I had an FA, but I can't quite remember what happened in it.

~

I was working 2 jobs; one at a sports bar and one at a sandwich restaurant. I had to take peoples orders at some other restaurant, go back to the bar, make the drinks, then walk back. I remember taking someone's order and then going to get the drink, then going back. Then, I took a table of 3's orders. There was a white guy with glasses, a black man, and an overweight woman. The black man ordered a lemonade. I asked him if he wanted a spiked lemonade, and he said no. Then, he called it a weird name. The woman ordered a sweet tea, and the white man ordered some crazy complicated drink, that was like 1/3 vodka, and a couple of other things. He used weird names for the measurements. I asked him to write it down for me, and he just stared. I said "Ok, I'll write it down then." He repeated his order as I wrote it down on a napkin with a pencil, and I left. I was walking down the street, thinking about his order.

At some point, I was sitting down at a table, talking to a man about my 2 jobs. I told him I did catering at one of them.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm at my new church. The sanctuary is big and sort of round [more so than it is in reality]. I'm sitting on a pew near the front of the room, from which I can see both the altar and the center of the room. In the center of the room is an elevated circle with six thick, round columns spaced evenly around its outer edge. Beyond the outer edge of the circle, centered in the back of the room just in front of the main doors, is a lectern. I recognize it as our regular lectern, even though it and all the columns are festooned with decorative constructs made out of LEGO toys. A sort of mesh made of bright orange axles and connectors from a LEGO set hangs down a little way over the sides of the top of the lectern. The columns are all similarly decorated. The woman standing at the back of the room places a LEGO construct that she refers to as her “crown of thorns” on top of one of the columns. This causes all the columns to start moving vertically, changing their relative heights. I think about how cool all this is, especially the hydraulic-powered columns.

The sanctuary is filled with people. We're there for the Children's Stations of the Cross [an event that actually is coming up in just a few weeks]. There are lots of kids there, going through the stations in small groups. A group of kids walks by in front of my pew, and I hear one of the girls in it complain that there aren't enough girls in her group. I decide to join the group so that there will be more girls in it. [I was my adult self in this dream, but no one took any particular notice of me.]

I follow the group to the back of the room, out the main doors, and into the narthex. We stop at the location of the plaque designating the first station, which is hanging on the wall between the narthex and the sanctuary, just to the right of the main doors to the sanctuary. Another adult woman is operating this first station. She's ready for us with a toy that someone at the church put together to make Stations of the Cross more interactive and engaging: a pretend PASIV device. Inside the case, I see a piece of equipment from Verizon's network, a white metal rectangular box with the Verizon logo on top. I know that the box contains telephone cables on coils that allow them to be pulled out and then retracted. You can pull out the cables through holes in the side of the box, and that's what the woman does. The plastic jacks on the ends of the cables plug into matching ports on the bracelets that the kids and I are all wearing. The jacks and ports are the same size and shape as the ones used for the LEGO NXT robots and their sensors, I note. [The cables, however, are satiny silver-gray in color, not black like in real life.]

When all of us are plugged in by our bracelets and the device is turned on, the bracelets start pulsating, contracting and expanding in a way meant to simulate the sensation of an increasing heart rate. The experience is intended to help us identify and empathize with someone who is in mortal terror. While doing this, we all lie down on the tile floor and pretend to be asleep, because we know that this is what we're supposed to do when playing with a pretend dream-sharing device. [When I woke up and recalled all this, I thought it was hilarious both that my brain had created this scenario directly inspired by Inception, and that I had never realized that I was dreaming.]

After this, I walk through the parish hall [both the narthex and the parish hall are exactly like the ones at St. Mark's in Upland] and pick up some snacks. There seems to be some kind of meeting going on in one part of the room.

[Next cycle.] I'm walking on a wet, slippery stone-and-concrete courtyard in the middle of some old buildings with lots of dark-brown wood. The ground is wet because it has been raining; it's a gray, overcast day. I recognize this as an unfamiliar place and realize that I'm dreaming. This no longer shocks or startles me. I immediately start touching all the walls and handrails I pass, even crouching down at one point to lick up some of the water in one of the rain puddles. All of these actions evoke the corresponding sensations accurately.

I see a flight of wooden stairs leading up from the ground, attached to the outside of one of the buildings. I think, I wonder if I can turn these into an infinite loop. So I start climbing them, keeping track of how many segments of stairs separated by 90-degree turns I've climbed, counting them aloud. “One... two... three... now, when I get to the end of the next one, I should be back where I started from, right?” I say. When I get to the end of the fourth segment, though, I'm not back where I started from. The stairway just ends in a level, wooden, elevated walkway leading off to the right. “Damn you, astrophysics!” I exclaim aloud, expressing my disappointment that the normal laws of reality have prevailed despite this being a dream. [Why “astrophysics,” I have no idea.] I quickly shrug it off and continue exploring, walking along the walkway.

The walkway leads to the top of some steep, grassy hills. I crouch down near the top of one of them. I'm a little cold, so I try to summon a blanket to wrap around myself by thinking about one. Then I remember, No, just consciously, deliberately concentrating on it like that doesn't work. You have to know and expect that it will be there. I don't proceed to do this, though.

On top of one of the hills [the same one? A different one? I'm not sure], there is a concert stage with an amplifier sitting in the grass in front of it, to stage right. There's supposed to be a concert going on, but it's just beginning the process of being canceled. A rock band is on stage, but they aren't playing; they seem to be telling the audience at the bottom of the hill that there's no show to see, and some of the audience is beginning to wander away. They're canceling the show because the amplifier isn't working. I open up the top of the amplifier and find an AAA battery sitting half out of its battery cradle, which is itself only partially wired up to the rest of the amp. I reconnect all the wires and push the battery back into the cradle, and then the amp works. The band un-cancels the show and starts playing, and the audience stays and watches. I walk down the hill to join the audience. I notice that I'm now wearing the same two layers of coats that I often wear in real life. The dream starts to fade. Then I woke up.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm descending slowly through the levels of a house. When I realize what's happening to me and that this is a dream, I decide to stop in the third level down and explore it. I will myself to stop moving downward and to be standing on the floor, and achieve both of those desires. I begin walking through the rooms, concentrating both on the action of walking and on the scenery around me, knowing that my concentrated attention will keep the dream stable. There are some steps down into a large living room. I think, This reminds me of some of my friends' houses. Well, of course it does. That's where my mind must have picked up the images that this dream is made up of.

I turn around to take in more of the room. While I'm doing so, I think, I need a mirror. When I look back at a particular section of wall a second time, a large, tall, rectangular, frameless, wall-mounted mirror has appeared there. [Cool! I guess I'm getting better at controlling the features of the dream environment.] I come up to the mirror and stick my hand into it. My hand goes right into the mirror and is obscured by silver mist, but I feel nothing at all. I still don't particularly want to try to go anywhere else that way, though, so I don't. However, on the floor to my left, I see a large, freestanding flatscreen TV [the same size and model we have in my real house], and decide to try to go through that. As I crouch down in front of it, I think briefly of a couple of specific places from my past that I would like to find on the other side of the screen. I then start going through it. I feel the screen snap when I start pushing through it, and feel the edges of its two halves dragging against my body as I climb into the TV. There's nothing inside but darkness. I ended up just waking up. [I failed to choose a single destination and truly believe that it would be there on the other side of the screen.]

I went back to sleep and had another dream. I'm in a room with a bunch of computers, and someone is directing me to complete a series of questionnaires on one computer, which is on the aisle that goes down the center of the room, between the rows of tables. One of the questionnaires involves looking at frames from an animated TV show and identifying what show they're from. I recognize them as being from the Garfield and Friends TV show.

From there, the dream shifts, putting me in that episode of that TV show. I'm standing right behind the protagonist, watching him/her [not sure] have a conversation with another character just outside the gate to a town. The setting appears to be a medieval fantasy story. I recognize that I'm dreaming. The conversation is finished, and the second character admits the protagonist and me through the gate. As I pass the gatekeeper character, I say to him, “It's good to see you again.” I start walking along through the open space in the center of the town, again concentrating on walking and on the scenery around me. As I walk, I cover my mouth with both hands and whisper into them, “I was actually talking to the town.” I can actually feel the warmth and moisture of my breath on my hands, which impress me with their realism.

I pass by a shop building with off-white walls and a window, and go, “Oh, yeah.” I remember that I still want to try to walk through a wall. I turn to my right, walk right up to that wall and keep on walking. I can only get a little way into it. It feels like walking into a flexible, but thick, strong, and semi-solid piece of rubber. [That's the last I remember.]

Dream - Lucid - AP

Did some MILD mantras ("I will become lucid, I will recognize dream signs...") during meditation before bed for about half an hour.

I was at my house. I was signing up for classes for next semester, and I got all the ones I needed (yay!). Then, I found out that the girl my brother has liked for a long time (who claims to not return the feeling), was trying to prevent any other girls from talking to him. I was getting really pissed that she would do such a thing. I then remember trying to figure out when I needed to leave for class. I was very relieved that I had gotten all the classes I need to graduate.

Then, I remember getting out of the shower and thinking about my brother's situation with the girl. Instead of putting lotion on my legs, I took a box of brown sugar, poured some out on my hands, and started rubbing that on my legs. It started to lather. Weird.

Then, I remember doing something for work. I was talking to this old couple, and they were telling me about some deal they wanted with these customer cards they had. They told me all these numbers to write in the blank boxes that were on the cards. Someone then came and handed them new cards. One of them said "Orgasm" on it, and it was given to the lady. Again, weird.

I was then at an ice skating rink with Ryan. It was dimly lit. We were skating around, and then we had to clear the floor because figure skaters were going to perform. I sat down on a couch next to the old couple from earlier. Ryan sat on a couch behind me. I watched a couple skate around the rink, and they kept messing up. The announcer kept going "Ohhh!" every time they'd mess up. The last move the girl did, she almost fell, but tried to gracefully pose at the end of the routine to cover it up.

I then heard Ryan's voice behind me, and he asked me to come sit back with him. I skated to the couch behind me to sit with him. I sat down, and there was a pillar in the way of my vision, and I couldn't see very well. I contemplated moving back up, and I told him I was going to, but I never did.

After this, I woke up to use the bathroom, and did a couple more MILD mantras as I was falling back to sleep.

~

I was at Hogwarts. I was in a forest, and there were trees that were crawling on their branches. They could not walk on their roots because they had been cut down. They reminded me of the trees in Lord of the Rings. I then saw trees weeping, water cascading from their leaves, branches, and faces (they did have faces). People were cutting them down and tearing them up to build some new addition to Hogwarts. In the dream, I (appropriately) called them the Weeping Willows.

Then, I was inside the school, talking to two women, when I realized I was dreaming. I walked the other direction and into an attic-like room. It was dark, and the walls, ceiling, and floor were all made of a dark-colored wood. In the middle of the room stood a girl of about 11 or 12. She was wearing scrubs and was kind of chubby. Besides all that, she looked almost just like me, especially in the face. I looked at her and said
"This is a dream!"
Crap, I thought, why did I say that? I know better.
She replied, with a smile,
"No it isn't."
I then asked her
"What's your name?"
"Susie," she replied.
I then said
"Susie...watch this!"
I jumped up onto a table, and turned the lights of the room on by commanding them to do so. I then jumped into the air and flew. I flew through the ceiling to a room that looked very similar to the one I was just in. Susie said something to me, I'm not sure what anymore, but she sounded happy and excited.

~

I was working for the company that Ryan works for in waking life. I had a house right down the street from Ryan, and Austin, an ex, was Ryan's next door neighbor. I had the van that Ryan has to drive for his job. It was parked in my driveway.

I was in the van when Austin came over. He entered the van, and started to make out with me. His pants were down, and I could see everything. I pulled away and told him
"No, I can't Austin, I have a boyfriend."
He got up off me and stopped trying to seduce me. He went back to his house.

Ryan then came over, and was trying to explain some things about the job to me. Another van pulled up in my driveway and started to load things into it. Ryan told me that was normal. I remember seeing a saw with a black handle and 3 other tools next to my van, but I can't remember what the rest were. Upon second glance, they were gone. I figured Ryan must have picked them up.

Then, I was driving the van on the interstate, and I lost control of it. I couldn't brake and I was stuck in the middle of a turn. I was also going very fast. I tried to stay calm, and I hoped I was dreaming.

Hey, look at that, I'm dreaming again! I flew out of the top of the van to escape, and flew up, up, up into the night sky. I tried calling out "Increase vividness!", but the dream faded.

Then, I had a false awakening in the van. It was morning now, and Ryan was there. I asked him what had happened. He said something about the van, something about finding me unconscious somewhere.

Non-lucid, Semi-lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of February 28 - March 1

Some restaurant is having some kind of promotion where you can enter a code into an ATM and get money out. I walk out of the restaurant and across a parking lot to get to the ATM. I'm dressed in my pajamas, robe, and slippers, and am glad I'm wearing my rubber-soled slippers, because the parking lot is wet because it has just rained. I get to the ATM, enter my code, and receive a $5 bill, then a $1 bill, then a bonus $5 bill. There's also some loose change in a change dispenser on the [extremely strange-looking] ATM, and I start taking some of it for myself, but it occurs to me that I shouldn't take all of it, because that would be greedy.

Night of March 1 - 2

I'm playing PackRat and find several sets of 10 tickets by flipping over cards.

My mom is driving on a main road through an unfamiliar town, and I'm in the back seat. She's trying to find her way to someplace, but she's obviously lost. We turn left onto a residential street. Finally, I ask her for the TomTom, and she hands it to me. It's getting dark out, and I can't see the device's screen very well, so I reach up to the ceiling of the car to turn on the overhead lights. They turn on for a second, then fade away. Pressing them again does nothing. [I laughed out loud when I recalled this upon waking up and realized what I'd done. Once again, dream sign fail!] I complain to my mom that I keep pressing the wrong buttons when trying to enter the address of the place we're going to, because it's getting dark, the TomTom doesn't emit enough of its own light, and now our dome lights don't work. After a few minutes, though, when it's gotten fully dark outside, the buttons light up in bright red and white, so that I can see each letter and number clearly. [The TomTom doesn't do that in real life; my cell phone does.]

I walk into the bedroom I stayed in when I was living in Kentucky. [It didn't look much like that bedroom actually looked, but the bed was the same, I think.] I remark to whoever else is in the room with me, “I haven't been here in a while. It's the same. This is a good thing.” When I say that, I'm remembering dreaming about this place before [although I don't remember doing so now]. I get into the bed, and the two cats who live in the house jump up onto it and start walking all over me. I just lie there, quietly appreciating my mind's ability to generate the totally realistic but imaginary sensations of cats walking on me and the tips of their tails tickling my face. [No, I don't own any cats in real life, but there really were two cats in the house in Kentucky.] Even though I know that this is just a dream, I never make the logical leap from that fact to “I can go off and do whatever I want!” and never become fully lucid. [I'm still counting this as a lucid dream, though.]