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I got three non-lucid dreams, but I'm not writing them down now. I'm too lazy and they weren't that interesting. But here's what they were about:

#1: A city and a little poor boy
#2: School and books
#3: My crush, some other boy and a store

Now I'm going to do a summary of the week, because that's what I do with my other DJ too. It's very simple, I just count (yes I count them) how many normal dreams, LDs and SPs I've recalled in total and for that week. Here it is:

Total:

Dreams: 968
LDs: 93
SPs: 29

This week:
Dreams: 12
LDs: 2
SPs: 29

That was it! I like doing this, because then I have a good change to view how the recent week has went in the dreamland.

So, I got three dreams and to make it simple I'm just going to write them all at once. None of them was lucid. Btw I'm writing all my dreams to my own notebook too and because it's my main DJ I might not write here at all if I don't feel like doing so. But here are my dreams from last night:

#1 This dream was pretty short. I remember my crush being there. He smiled weirdly and was trying to get me date him even thought he didn't really like me. I knew that but apparently I still fell for him...The dream ended.

#2 At first I was hanging around with some girl. I didn't know her IRL. We were at the beach and there were some random red stairs so we were hanging there. Then my companion changed to my family and relatives and we went to some house. It was round and off the ground (it had pillars). It wasn't that big and I think it was red too. The house was haunted and had quite disgusting history. Also it was swinging like a boat for some reason. Some of the walls were unstable. There was propably some secret room. I felt sick and was afraid some ghost would show up. Others had no problem with the house and seemed happy. I went outside. I puked. It was very weird but not as bad as IRL. The dream ended.

#3 Another haunted house dream. This time the house was more big. It looked gray. The dream begann already inside it, I think. There were people I know IRL including my sister. Most of the people were girls and younger than me, but there was one boy who was the same age as me. Some went to a room that seemed scarier than the other rooms. Or atleast I felt like it was scarier. They got stuck for a while and the boy went to save them. I just ate salad that someone found. There were plastic forks. Weird . The dream ended.

I also remember having a fourth dream, but I only remember that I was in school in it, so it doesn't count imo.

I am in a house I've never been in. I just assume it's my real house.
There is a fire and we all run out. Fire men don't come, it's just us. I run back in to get my journals. I come out and "Susan" is there. I run back in to get all of
my leotards and I run out. I want to go back in to get my computer
because it has my novels on it but I see the flames coming towards the front
of the house (I live in an apartment/town house so I know it's not my real house now) and that the flames would stop me from exiting this time. Going into a burning building isn't making me gasp for breath so I should have become lucid, but I didn't. I stood outside with my journals and my leotards next to Michael or Gabriel looking like Susan and my siblings. We wait for the fire to stop, we don't call anyone. Then the house is back how it was, as if it was untouched, and we all go back in. I forgot this dream and remembered it when I was watching supergirl seeing a burning building.

Sometime in the past two weeks I dreamt I was going out onto my deck. All of the decks were connected; there were no railings. Our neighbors were outside grilling burgers on the left side of the deck outside of their house. We're about to start to talk and then the dream changed. I remembered this one when I went out on the deck and saw that the decks weren't conjoined like in the dream.

I was an assassin with some berber folks (i listen so much tinariwen these days) and we were heading home to the masyaf castle that is among cliffs and stones, looked different from the assassins creed games tho, there was to deep pits of water or big valleys , just a pile of cliff until the horizon of the dream. There was a simple suburb next to masyaf though which was pretty weird.
I started parkouring among the cliffs, felt good , i could jump down from higher ledges and not hurt myself at all and i just jumped and parkour around on the stones and cliffs.

woke up a little before 4 a.m.

i was being affectionate with a korean man (nam joo hyuk, i think?) rubbing my face against his, as well as kissing him. he wore a fur-lined jacket and had facial hair that tickled my skin; i even thought of it as whisker-like. i pulled him into my bed to sleep, but he was restless and shifted a lot to get comfortable. he used my stomach as a pillow at one point.

I really don't remember a huge deal of this, I fell asleep again after remembering really clearly what it was when I first woke up and by the time I got up the second time I lost it.

Chris was being dropped off at a restaurant but we were in the back of a transit van. There were other people in the back of the van, although I can't remember who and when we arrived we realised it was a really fancy place, there was a red carpet rolled out for arriving guests. There was then a discussion of how we should maybe have brought a limo instead of the van.

I still feel really behind on sleep which hopefully means I will hit REM rebound tonight. I had two dreams that connected together after waking up for a short moment. It was clearly inspired by watching the davinci code last night. I knew it was a weird situation but I sort of reacted sarcastically and went with it.

04.14.2017
10:00 AM

The Fibonacci Code (Non-Lucid)

I have been summoned to a museum by a catholic bishop and priest who need me to decipher a code for them. "Isn't this basically just the plot to the davinci code?", I ask. "Yes, but this time it's real.
There is this sequence of numbers at the top that we have never seen before. Thats as far as we could get." They show me a piece of paper with the first fibonacci sequence followed by about five lines of cryptic riddles.
"Have you guys even seen the movie? This is clearly the fibonacci sequence. Can I go home now?" I honestly got really bored with this dream pretty quickly but for some reason I kept following them around this museum solving basic riddles for like an hour. I eventually woke up laughed about it with my girlfriend yet fell back into the same dream for another hour without becoming lucid.

I wasn't lucid for this dream at all, and I can't believe I never thought of doing it lucid!

I dreamed that me and a group of friends, which were all DC's didn't actually know them, where playing a Full Dive Reality game that was like a futuristic shooter, more like the Crysis series than Halo though. We ran a raid through some sort of high tech terrorist compound, but we were doing it all Splinter Cell like. Until about 10 minutes in we got spotted by a damn camera >.< unfortunately for the terrorists, they didn't have the badass suits that we had, that pretty much made us ninjas, and assisted with accuracy.

Let me tell you, you haven't lived until you ran across a wall for a few seconds and managed to get a few headshots in.

After we finished the raid we walked through the exit door and it become like a lobby type area, where cold drinks were waiting for us, nice couch and tv, and we sat and talked about the raid until I woke up.

So this is my first dream(fragment?) I remembered where I knew I was not on earth.

Meditated before going to bed for a couple of minutes. Went to sleep at 10:40, woke up from this dream at 5 am. Non-lucid dream
Its not much but I liked this one.

I am a scientist exploring an icy planet with two other characters. I dont remember how we got here. We were measuring the temperature with a weird scale (not celcius it looked like a bunch of colors on a screen).
There were a couple of other icy planets very close to the planet we were on and every planet was extremely small (for planets). We would hop from one planet to another and do things I dont recall.
It was odd because I dont remember feeling cold although we had no suits or special clothing to "protect" us.
Somehow I manage to lose grip of the surface and I drift through space which doesnt scare me at that moment.

Now the ridiculous stuff happens: A giant hornet, larger than some of the planets approaches out of nowhere and flies into me. It doesnt hurt and its not trying to do anything to me. Im just pinned to its "mouth" because its moving. It didnt feel like a hornet but more like a giant hornet look alike space ship.
From here on I dont remember anything anymore.

I had a dream that I was Yato...and Hiyori was kidnapped by a mean and scary witch. Me, Yato, tried to find her together with Yukine. I desperately searched for her in an unending hall, with blue, orange, and purple lights... And when I finally found her, we were teared apart again by the witch.
I just couldn't get closer to Hiyori...and she was so precious to me, I could feel it. Me and Yukine tried everything to take her from the witch, but when we finally could touch her, and take her with us. The witch came, and I can't explain how creepy the witch was... Hiyori got absorbed in that hole again, the home of the witch, and I had to think of a plan all over again.

And now, that I could talk to Hiyori in telepathy. I told her to at least take down the witch, and run as hard as she could to our side. Me and Yukine will try to throw the witch in an endless cave where she can't come out. (there was one nearby) I became Hiyori at that point, and tried it what Yato said to me. It worked, even when the witch became so scaryT_T I ran as hard as I could to Yato's side, away from that hole. I looked back at where the witch layed unconciouss, because I was too scared if the witch woke up.
When I was luckily by Yato's side, I became Yato again, and ran to the witch. I grabbed her hair, and dragged her to the cave, where she would never could come out, but suddenly, that cave was sealed...I couldn't throw her in... So I told Hiyori and Yukine to run as fast as they can, we need to lose the witche's side. I threw the witch away, and ran as fast as I could together with Hiyori and Yukine.

I could already feel the piercing eyes of the witch, and I told the others to run faster than ever.
At some time..I don't remember very well anymore, but I convinced the witch to leave us, but I really don't know anymore how..so we finally were left alone, and had peace. I higged Hiyori real hard, and I began to cry, Hiyori had nany bruses everywhere, and I just help it...I cried out of my dream:'3

That's my dreamstory for the day...
Sorry if the grammar isn't all that okxD

Hunter, Arthur, and I in an old fashioned carriage on our way to the winter retreat. I lost my shoes. The driver was an obligator (from the mistborn series) so we were on edge. When we got to the ferry loading place, we got out to either switch carriages, walk to the retreat center a bit away, or get on the ferry. We looked for my shoes for a bit, but couldn't find them.

We apparently got to the retreat center.

I was barefoot, but at some points, shoes would flicker/appear on my feet.
At the retreat center, a giant sparkling mansion version of our church (with a gift and coffee shop, sushi bar/restaurant, plus clothing/jewelry stores in the basement[like the hotel in Las Vegas]).There was a singing competition under a big chandelier where teams of three sat atop eachother's shoulders to sing. The mics were also stacked somehow. I didn't join, but wanted to very much. I talked with four-year-old Zoey at the back of the sushi bar, watching the sparkling competition. Sam was watching me somewhat creepily, so I left to look for Hunter and Arthur. I found them in the arcade (highschool room), but they were swiveled around in their seat either watching the singing, or just talking. I came up, and mentioned the singers actually weren't horrible. They nodded, then noticed what that implied and laughed and laughingly said that was terrible! Hunter and I got up and...

I woke up eventually from my alarm, but wanted to continue the dream, so I went back to sleep.

On our way back from the winter retreat, or maybe still on the way there, I was with Steven, Chrissy, and Monz in an old carriage. Steven was driving.
We came to a giant store in a strip mall, (I recognized the store from our first drive?) And Chrissy suggested going in to buy shoes. When we got out of the car, I noticed I had my brown boots on my feet. They were way too small, and hurt, so I kept going. We went in, (it was beautiful!!) (the whole place was made with shiny mahogany-colored wood) (I've been in the building before in a different dream, but this time it was in a strip mall and was being used, as last time it was being renovated) The first row/aisle/was filled with baby clothes that could only fit barbies. I commented, joking to Chrissy that we shouldn't let Monz come in here. Right after, Monz walked in. There weren't any shoes, as far as I could tell, but we stayed a while (as we often do in real life) exploring the prettiness of it. Dream faded

The following was--unfortunately but interestingly--a non-lucid dream.

I'm talking to my brother [who is also interested in LD in real life; we recently chatted about it]. I excitedly tell him an idea for something to do in a lucid dream: "Wouldn't it be cool to travel back to the time of Christ and talk to the scribes and Pharisees at the temple in Jerusalem!"

EXT. LIMA, PERU - DAY

Riding in family van (tan '84 Chevrolet) from childhood. It's on autopilot on the highway (like the new Google cars). I don't trust it, but so far no accidents. A light aircraft uses the onramp for a runway and passes us but then lands and transforms into a car and drives ahead of us.

When you see your childhood family vehicle in your dream, you know it's a dream, c'mon. Especially when it was reported stolen and abandoned in Arizona twenty years ago.

Too lazy to write the 3-4 other dreams in this long weekend night of sleep.

Now if only the drunks across the parking lot would shut up on weekends before 4 AM, maybe i could schedule my WBTB's myself, thank you very much! (Or maybe i should be grateful to them for the alarms?)

So interestingly enough my renewed efforts are already paying off! Better awareness, more vivid/consistent dreams, and something odd happened where I almost spotted a dreamsign but my dream was like OH, NO THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK IT IS, HAHA and changed it. You can't fool me forever, dreams.

Dream: Being a Good Person
So first of all, this dream seemed to be set in the past when I was still attending church (good dreamsign, I've dreamed about that church a few times now). I was friends with a girl who was disabled in some way and needed to drink lots of sugarwater, and she'd been assigned to read three verses in front of the whole church, but didn't think she'd be able to do it. So I figured the right thing to do was to offer to read two of the verses for her so she only had to do one. But truthfully I was quite anxious about reading in front of the whole church, and the majority of the dream consisted of me worrying about it. Then my sister pitched in and offered to read one of the verses for me, which I gratefully accepted.

There were other, more confusing and less straightforward parts of the dream, but I'm not going to write down things that don't translate into real life because it always ends up not being true to the nature of the dream. And maybe if I only write down the parts that make sense, my dreams will start to make more sense?

Dream: Family Reunion
So this was a long, fairly consistent and realistic dream with a theme of something like, "traveling." There was a lot of time spent on canoes, in cars, and on metro trains (which children kept falling out of), and my mother, sister, and extended family on my mother's side all made an appearance, as well as my boyfriend. That said, I don't really consider any of them to be a dreamsign even though seeing them in person is abnormal, and this might be because I want to see them.

I think there's a part of me that is motivated to become lucid by the wish to change the dream and avoid unpleasant things. For instance, seeing my dead grandmother alive again is actually rather unpleasant because I don't know why it keeps happening, and there might be something I'm trying to avoid (thoughts like, could I have saved her from her dementia, or what does it really mean that she's dead ... maybe I blame myself for something, or maybe I miss her, I don't know what it is). So, for that reason it makes perfect sense to make her a dreamsign, because it serves the dual purpose of getting me lucid and allowing me to recognize what's happening and escape it. In the same way, seeing my father in the dream is a dreamsign because I try to avoid him in real life as much as possible, and naturally I would prefer to avoid him in dreams as well.

At any rate, after a somewhat unrealistic visit from my boyfriend (I left without saying goodbye to him, probably represents my anxiety over doing something similar in real life and being thoughtless in some way) and a half-remembered canoe outing with my mother, I was in a car in Virginia on my way to a famous vacation spot to meet up with my mother's side of the family. On the way there, we passed something I'd never seen before: a theme park or museum or attraction of some kind that featured massive inflatable ships and things floating on the water outside, and enormous recreations of Lego figures. They may even have been moving. I noticed one of the huge inflatable ships looked a little deflated, as though it were a natural result of the thing being on display for so long with no means of refilling it. I thought about how nice it would be to go there with Alex, and figured he'd probably be able to afford whatever the (probably crazy) entry price was, and together we could have the time of our lives in ... whatever this place was.

Then I was on a train, and children kept getting confused because the train would stop and the doors would open, but sometimes it wasn't the right place to get off and the platform would actually be dangerously receded. So throughout the train ride, children kept falling onto the tracks and their family would have to fish them out. A couple times I thought a kid was going to get crushed, but the dream never acted like one was (there were no freaked-out reactions from the family, for instance), so it seemed like things were... "okay" for whatever reason.

Adam Sandler (or so my brain called him) and his son were also on the train, going to the same vacation spot as I was. I seriously don't know much about him, but my brain was like "white comedian man" and I figured "yeah he's probably one of the ones that says fuck a lot." I was thinking about how well-behaved his child was in that he wasn't trying to throw himself onto the train tracks like the other kids had been, and then I might've accidentally taught the kid the f-word. I said to Sandler that the kid had probably already learned that word from him anyway, and Sandler just sort of smiled like that was the kind of thing he would expect someone like me to say. He really had a reserved feel about him in that moment, as though he'd completely removed his comedian persona and was just trying to relax and be himself with his son. This got me thinking that I'd made a mistake in assuming that real-life Sandler and comedian Sandler were the same person, and I was chastising myself a little bit because I don't like to make mistakes like that.

At any rate, the vacation spot was some set of cabins and things next to a bay, and there were a bunch of friendly squirrels running around in one area because there were so many oversized acorns on the ground. You could pick the acorns up and hold them over the squirrels, and the squirrels would beg for them as though the acorns weren't right there on the ground to begin with. And I distinctly remember eating two of these acorns for... for some reason. Both times the outer shell was a bit pliable and tasted awful, while the inside was perfectly nice, and both times I failed to even try to shell the acorn and suffered the consequences. So... not really the high point of my intellect, there.

Then, the most interesting moment. I heard and saw my grandmother nearby, and as I observed I realized that her dementia was entirely gone. Somehow she had made a full recovery. And then, the first inkling came that this was important and odd, and perhaps... and the dream reacted. In an instant, Granny had vanished, and one of my older aunt-in-laws was in her place, sounding (though not looking), quite a lot like her. It really had the same feel as thinking you see something, and then looking closer and realizing it's actually something else entirely. Then I overheard someone say (or perhaps it was simply the dream straight-up narrating), that there was an older man who constantly got this aunt-in-law confused with Granny, and it was so sad because he'd been so close to Granny before and missed her quite a lot. Hm. Not much else interesting happened after that.

I guess I need to figure out why I want to be lucid. I think there's a huge part of my motivation that simply wants to escape bad dreams and images, because this was what originally got me into lucid dreaming in the first place. I used to have nightmares as a kid, and realized pretty quickly that these were dreams and that killing myself would wake me up. For some reason I'm now remembering one particularly memorable time this happened when I was quite young: I dreamed that I was being forced into a marriage with an alligator by my foreign royal family, and that soon I would have to climb into bed with this literal animal and be eaten and torn apart by it. Instead, I locked myself in the bathroom and stabbed myself in the stomach with a fancy pair of scissors. This didn't hurt or feel like anything, but it was apparent that I would soon die from this... when my family broke down the door, all of them crying as they realized what I'd done. They pointed to the alligator in the bed, now slain, and said that they'd killed it, and I didn't have to get married to it and there was no need for me to die. I was crying a little too at this point, if only because they were so sad, because I was quite ready to leave the dream at this point and didn't really want to stay with this odd, sacrificing-people-to-alligators family. Regardless, it was too late. I died and woke up soon after.

One way to interpret this would be to say that my dream somehow regretted my leaving. But that might be me personifying the dream when I shouldn't be, again. Perhaps I was trying to teach myself that dying to wake up wasn't necessary, and that there were other solutions? Man I'm really not sure what it all means, I need to think about this more.

here's something odd. in a small part of my dream last night, i was browsing /r/luciddreaming and found that somebody had made a post about never being bothered to climb past a ring of mountains that constantly surrounded their dreamworld. this is an incredibly vague description, but the person who made the post showed me what he was talking about by making his mountains surround my own dream. he was a shambly, lost looking guy with scruffy dark clothes and intense bags underneath his eyes. very heroin-chic.

according to him, the mountains were supposed to be present in every lucid dream regardless of who the dream belongs to. so we went to the top, while i simultaneously read his post. i wrote down what i remembered as soon as i woke up

"what's the big deal with the mountains? i'm never bothered to go over them but i finally did, after months. I expected something new but instead all i saw was an endless black lake and the sky where stars grew until they were ripe for picking."

the view was absolutely breathtaking. below the mountains were the sunlit-but-gross winding roads of my little semi-suburb in hong kong. the air was always dry and grassy but as soon as we reached the top, everything was completely dark black and indigo. the sky was filled with stars that moved with our hands like dust. they really did grow larger if you waited long enough, actually.

as for the lake, it was flickering and neither of us had the guts to look down for fear of what we might see.
but now we had discovered what lay beyond the perimeter of his dreams- nothing but the sky that grew above us and the water that plunged beneath us, neither of them ever ending.