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Ritual: WTB 2am, woke up after a couple hours and strapped on the Motivaider, timed for 30m intervals. I woke up again after what I thought must be at least an hour and hadn't felt any vibrations. I decided that my awareness was not sufficient tonight to continue, removed the device, and went back to sleep. But apparently this process created an anchor for the idea of lucidity, because in my next sleep interval I became aware of lying in that intermediate state between sleeping and waking and went through the motions of getting up into a WILD. However, in retrospect it is clear that I was already dreaming at the start of this experience, so it was not a genuine WILD but a dreamed WILD (hence DWILD). It was 5:45am when I woke from the dream.

DWILD, "Another rainbow": I am lying on the flat surface of a wooden table as though it were a bed in a large, strange room with a distant, domed ceiling. I feel groggily half-asleep, but notice the distinctive sensations in my body that make me wonder if I'm close to the dream state. I start playing with it as I would when inducing a WILD, attempting to roll and rotate my body while avoiding real physical movement. When I find myself face down and succeed in getting up on my hands and knees, I'm sure that I'm sufficiently integrated with my dream body to get off the table and explore the dream—and given that in retrospect I know was dreaming all along, it is apparent that the sense of difficulty that I experience as I carefully maneuver myself into a standing position, similar to what I experience in real WILDs, must be wholly a mental fabrication.

My awareness is still low and initially lacking in agency, so I go along with the dream narrative for a while. The space in which I find myself is strange and hard to describe. There's a kind of reflective dome above me that rotates and shifts to reflect different parts of an upper floor or balcony. The dome moves until it is showing a distorted reflection of what looks like an early twentieth-century radio, one of the elegant ones in a large wooden cabinet. I am aware that seated up by the radio there is an older man who owns this place, and I am his guest. After this is a scene in which someone tells my brother that if he wants to get along with this man then he should take up shortwave radio as a hobby.

Then a bunch of us are seated at a long table for a dinner party. [Source: Order of the Phoenix was on TV last night, and it has a number of scenes with people seated at long tables.] Plates are served and they all contain huge sandwiches. The older man that I saw in the balcony earlier is picking disinterestedly at his sandwich and asks where the other food is, the stuff that had been simmering in the crockpot. My brother, who had put together the food, says that it will be coming up as the next course. I'm seated directly across from the older man, who I think of as our "host," and can tell from his expression he doesn't want to eat the sandwich. I decide to be helpful and comment loudly: "That's a huge sandwich! I couldn't eat all that even for one meal." Although this is true, my intention in speaking was to save face for the other man by legitimizing the option of leaving the sandwich uneaten while waiting for the next course.

After the sandwich course, we take a break from the meal and everyone who was at the table, about a dozen people in all, are standing in another room. The host is there, and a bunch of vague random people I don't recognize, as well as DC versions of my brother, mom, and dad. For some reason, maybe because of the lull in the narrative, I finally remember my intended task, the leprechaun TOTY, as well as how I had planned to accomplish it. My chief difficulty in previous attempts had been that once I managed to create the necessary rainbow, I got thwarted in my attempts to seek the end of it. As I had earlier been pondering this difficulty, a straightforward solution, perfectly obvious in retrospect, finally occurred to me: why not create the rainbow such that it ends right in front of where I'm standing?

"Okay everyone, we're going to play a game, kind of like a party game." I smile at the host and add, "It'll give you time to digest before the next course." I reach out and pat his belly, an oddly familiar gesture given that the DC did not scan as anyone I know in WL. [Possible source: yesterday I was doing research related to Budai, the so-called "Laughing Buddha," and rubbing his belly is a recognized ritual gesture. But the DC did not in any other respect remind me of Budai.] I complete my announcement by telling the group: "We're going to make a rainbow!"

The room we are in is walled entirely with glass on two sides, like a skyscraper, and I recognize that this clear view of the sky will be helpful for the task. I'm slightly more concerned about the fact that we're three or four storeys up, which means that if the rainbow ends here and I start digging through the floor, I won't actually be digging in solid ground. I remind myself that it is silly to maintain these kind waking life assumptions in the dream state. It can be solid ground if it wants to be, or maybe I can find the leprechaun in the room below us. Dream is nothing but malleable, so I really don't need to be this finicky.

I continue with my instructions to the group: "What we need to do is hold hands and create the end of the rainbow right here." I gesture to indicate the patch of floor in middle of our circle of people. "Then we'll go through, fight the leprechaun, and take his gold." I look around to gauge the response and decide the DCs need a little more incentive. "We can split the money," I add, and am pleased to see that this perks up their interest.

We join hands around a large circle. I feel that my shirt cuffs are too long and and getting in the way, so I have to break off and fold them up in order to get proper skin contact with the people around me. Once again I wonder if I'm being too finicky. Probably. Even the hand-holding seems like overkill, but I thought it might help us join our focus on the same goal.

My assumption had been that the assistance of the DCs would help my own confidence and focus on the task. This idea was probably based on my last rainbow-making dream, when I really did feel like I benefited from the help volunteered by the little girl. But this group of DCs is not helping at all. Like typical adults in a social setting, they are only marginally interested in my unusual party game. While I'm trying to concentrate on making a rainbow, the others are getting distracted and starting to chit-chat among themselves. This is distracting me in turn.

"Quiet!" I rebuke them sharply. "No talking, please. I need you to concentrate. Focus your intention." I figure they could use a reminder of the goal of our task: "We're going to create a rainbow"

Periodically I've been glancing out the windows to see if a rainbow is visible in the sky yet. This time I notice that the weather has changed. The sky is grey and a steady rain is now pouring down. Rain, well, that's halfway to a rainbow, isn't it? I let myself be encouraged that the environment is showing some response.

I continue attempting to focus, and the DCs continue to stand around without helping much. They're quieter after my reprimand but still distracted, and I have the impression that they don't seem to know how to focus their intentions properly. This is exasperating. What good are dream characters who don't even know how to interact with a dream? My mom starts speaking and I almost raise my hand to swat at her, irritated by yet another interruption, until I realize that what she's saying might actually be helpful. She is commenting on the light, how it needs to filter through the water particles a certain way to create a rainbow.

I had never intended to create a rainbow with meteorological accuracy, but hey, since it's already raining outside, we might as well give it a shot. If we can just get the right sort of light, it might encourage our expectations in a way that will make this easier. You know how when it rains and then you see the light break through the clouds, and you wonder if you will see a rainbow? That's the expeirence I was now trying to recreate. I look out the window and sure enough, in one direction bright sunlight is now alternating with the dark clouds. Very well, the rainbow can come from that direction.

Once again I concentrate, reminding myself that rainbows consist of light broken into the spectrum of colors. I think I almost see them in front of me, faint and translucent, but I can't tell if I'm only imagining them until the DCs all break out into "oohs" and "ahs," and saying things like "amazing!" I smile triumphantly, amused that everyone is acting so impressed after their earlier disengagement.

(While it seems odd to make the above distinction between something that "happens" in a dream and something I'm "only imagining," given the many times I have attempted to complete some task by imagining the outcome and it has not tangibly manifested in the dream, some such distinction seems warranted, if much less clear and stark than the difference between imagining and experiencing in waking life.)

It is a bit odd to try to look at a rainbow head on, from immediate proximity, but I do see a faint shimmering band extending from the lit quarter of the clouds to the floor right in front of my feet. I remind everyone that creating the rainbow was only the first step. "Now we have to dig through the floor." I start scrabbling at the smooth wooden boards, trying to imagine that the floor is soft and that my hands can scoop it up like clay. I feel everyone watching (no one else is trying to help) and their expressions are dubious. If merely creating a rainbow surprised them, imagine the skepticism they must feel watching me try to break through solid floor with my hands! I wonder if I can better align the expectations of the onlookers if I use some sort of tool to dig with, but I can't think of what might be handy.

This time it is my dad who speaks up with some advice: "The location of the floor isn't localized on the floor." I don't understand what he's trying to tell me, and I don't have long to think about it because I feel myself waking. I lose the dream and lay still for a few minutes, feeling to see if I can DEILD, but no, my body is fully awake now.

Morning of December 20, 2016. Tuesday.



I am at our present address on W Street near the west side of our house on the public footpath. It seems to be morning. There had been signs of a light rain. I notice that the Wicked Witch of the East must have been in a storm (though not in our area, at least with any perceived backstory) and blown our way in that the NBN cabinet near our house had fallen upon her (which is not logical, as the NBN cabinet is set upon concrete and shows no signs of having been removed or damaged). I know this is true because her ruby slippers have been sticking out from under the cabinet for probably a day or two. They stick out from the right side of the NBN cabinet.

It may be important to inform people of this. I look more closely and bravely feel the supposed ruby slippers, which are actually more like red fishing boots. They are of a floppy rubbery material. Perhaps the remains are not actually present.

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This dream presents failed flight waking symbolism, one of my most common forms of waking symbolism since early childhood, which is unrelated to waking life, and as such, does not imply any negative connotations. It establishes a form of “return flight” as related to the hypnopompic stage (which is rendered as such in over twenty percent of my dreams or 1 in 5 in tens of thousands), which sometimes induces a falling sensation (which is biological and unrelated to waking life). It is unreasonable to assume real life associations with such precursory symbolism relative to hypnopompia.

In this case, the position of the implied body (though the body itself is not seen or touched) is in a sleeping position, a real-time dream state indicator. Once again, the waking symbolism is oriented on the right.

The detail of the red fishing boots establishes three well-known dream state indicators simultaneously, red as a known presence of waking priority (especially in dreams which become completely red, which means I have been sleeping too long), boots that are not being worn (as one does not wear shoes when in bed), and residual water induction remnant (in being fishing boots or waders).

Additionally, there is the implication of the NBN cabinet representing technology, communication, and intelligence as symbolizing the conscious self over the fictional dream self or the remnants of the ephemeral dream self at the waking point.

Additionally, it is unreasonable in this case to assume the “witch” is related to waking life by specifics, for three main reasons. One, the “witch” herself does not even appear in this dream. Two, the “witch” is a fictional character from the “Wizard of Oz”, and my association validates this entire dream as primarily a real-time dream state indicator. Remember that “The Wizard of Oz” is about someone being knocked unconscious and having a dream. Three, it is fantasy, and fantasy symbolism is based on creativity, not life-relevant symbolism.

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Running in the rain

I left my old school, all classmates thanking me for some unknown reason. I left the building and got into the rain. I ran towards my house. I was running really quickly, so quick that shoes started falling off my feet.

Searching for toilet

I went to my current school and at the entrance met a short, dark brown haired girl. I was about to give her some cd, but I couldn't find the right one and said that I'll give it to her later. She told me that the girl that I was at pair with for prom beginning dance is at hospital and that she'll replace her. I agreed and entered the school, urgently searching for a toilet. I tried at second floor, but there was no toilet paper. I passed by a teacher with other classmates. I entered another toilet. Inside all the cabins there were showers. Finally in one of cabins I found an exclusive apartment. But then suddenly some dude appeared and started mumbling something incomprehensible. He started waving some ruler. He attacked me and I pushed him on a sofa. Then he turned into a blonde woman, completely naked.

I find myself at a performance of some sort; possibly a graduation. I'm among many of my old peers from Westmont, most of them being members of the orchestra I was a part of for the year I attended the college. I see my old conductor, and I seem to remember having a desire to approach him, but i cannot remember whether or not I did. I enter a rehearsal space, and in the dream, it conveyed itself to me as the place we rehearsed every Tuesday and Thursday. But upon my awakening from the dream, I realize that it was not the chapel in which we regularly rehearsed. In fact, I think it was a place altogether new to me, but somehow similar to my high school band rehearsal room. But this new room presented me with a sickly image of a rainy night outside of my old home, and I think some of my dream took place in this situation, but I cannot remember. This dream occurred the night after my ex-girlfriend decided to text me for the first time since we broke up. She reached out first, having read the letter I had written her about two weeks prior. Many mixed emotions swirled about my brain that evening, and I attempt to find some meaningful connection between the occurrence and my unusual dream. Of course, I had previously had dreams about Westmont. And it makes sense. I spent a year there, made friends and memories, and then left. And my thoughts often drift to questions of whether or not I should have stayed there, or if I even should've attended it in the first place. Perhaps if I had continued my education there, I may never have met my summer lover, and would be free from my love-lorn afflictions and anguish. Maybe i would've found someone else; someone who made me truly happy, and who deeply loved me. But I do not like dreaming about such things, as they are notions of the past, and are unchangeable and unattainable. I long for happier dreams. Dreams of freedom, success, bliss

False awakening

I woke up in my bed. TV was turned on, my younger sister was lying on a bed in my room. I took a controller in my hand and turned off the tv. Sister said that she'll sleep there. I went out of bed and moved to toilet - it looked like before renovation, but it was all dirty. There were puddles of water all around and almost everything was covered with mud. I felt that it was really strange and that there is something wrong, I looked at the ceiling and saw a crack with water dripping out of it. I though "Must've been the rain."

Failed WBTB

Blurry fragment

Can't recall much, all I remember is a blurry fragment.

D1 - I am way out in the ocean and inorder to be safe I have to get inside a small submersible. I have to get inside via a small opening that is part filled with water, so I have to squeeze under the water and come up inside the submarine.

D2 - At my parents house I am in their back garden at night. I can't really figure how I was not lucid I was puzzling to myself in the dream, saying "I haven't had a dream involving the end of their garden in ages" then I was non-lucid walking back to their house in the rain. Inside they were sitting down to eat even though the roof was leaking everywhere. My dad said they were waiting for the roof to cave in so they could claim on the insurance for a new roof. The roof did start to fall in. A repair man came and was up on the roof, he then started running about and put his foot through Oo.
I used my powers to make a glass umbrella for my mum, then a round glass chair with a dome, so she wouldn't get wet?!

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I have been trying to resolve issues from childhood about my dad. So I am interested that it was only my mother I was trying to protect, from?? the water signifying emotions.
Glass usual is symbolic of me not being able to hide my emotions.

A very profound dream, but unfortunately another "non-lucid lucid".

It all started quite normally. My character was in a prison cell behind bars. It all had a somewhat medieval feel to it. The place was NOT on ground level, it as at least several floors up in a fairly high building in the city. In the hallway there was a lot of commotion. A fight of some kind. During the chaos, the barred cell doors opened, allowing us to escape. I vaguely remember a small crossbow? There was so much more to this dream that I forgot.

I somehow got out of the building on ground level, and found myself in the city. It was night, and it was raining. Fortunately all the cars, buildings, street lights and colorful shops lit up the place quite well. I ran, and jumped to take off. I somewhat floated, then transitioned into flight. I was afraid it wouldn't work for a second. I flew through the city rather aimlessly. I was wearing my long, black leather coat and I notice how badass it looked during flight. I was trying to show off to someone on the ground. They didn't look at all surprised to see someone fly. I somehow KNEW this was because they were DC's, yet I wasn't lucid. I kept flying until I caught a glimpse of another person flying at a lower altitude below me. He was dressed just like me. I followed him and landed next to him (actually, I think we were bot hanging on to the side of a building). I immediately saw that he was me. I somehow understood that he was the manifestation of my subconscious, the ultimate dream guide. I said that he didn't look as ugly as I thought, and that this conversation wasn't as awkward as I had expected (I hate myself). We compared abilities, and he could do everything I could do and vice versa. At one point, we were standing at a table (still outside). I stared forward, and saw him to my left in my peripheral vision. I figured that if he is my subconscious, he should be able to hear my thoughts. I focused my thoughts on him (while still ignoring him, he didn't know about the experiment), and thought "if you can hear me, tap your fingers on the table three times". It took a while, and I had to repeat the thought several times, but eventually he did it- he tapped his fingers on the table as I had asked. We exchanged a knowing look, and left (now that I'm awake, I realize he didn't hear my thoughts, he was a DC, and as dreamer I made him obey by focusing what I wanted to happen). Later, we found ourselves seated in a little restaurant. The place was once again located pretty high up in a tall building in the city. The waiter came and served us our french fries.

I was in my old school, went down to cloakroom, left my jacket and then changed my shoes. I met there a dark haired girl from my class. We talked for a while about plans for this day, them left the cloakroom. I took a seat at a bench in front of an entrance, the girl went through a hallway and disappeared. I was sitting there for a long while, students passing by. There weren't much of them, I knew that half of school's students are absent. After a while of sitting I decided to go to the cloakroom and leave. I met that girl again and we both took out stuff from cloakroom and headed to entrance. On the way we saw students coming to school, they told us that every student needs to go for some kind of commission. I decided to leave the school using back entrance.

I left the school and found myself in my house. It was dark, I was moving some small objects of strange properties, then I took a coffin with what seemed to be an ancient vampire. I left the room and went outside. I was standing at the entryway, watching the rain.

Morning of July 5, 2016. Tuesday.



This dream starts off with quite honestly the worst visual pun I have seen in ages. I am looking into a parking lot and see that something is not quite right. Instead of the cars having a windshield and upper section, it is a thumb in such a manner as the thumbnail implies the car’s windshield. Still, the scene does not really seem that bizarre to me and in fact, eventually triggers otherwise unrelated sequences.

Next, there is a thumb with windshield wipers moving over the thumbnail. This image is greatly magnified though the closeup perspective is not realistic. The windshield wipers have too much mechanical detail and exaggerated distance from each other (relative to one over the other and seeming farther out than it should). Eventually these “windshield wipers” become more like a minute hand and an hour hand reading fifteen minutes to three (or two forty-five). During this time, there are also glimpses of watching the slightly twitching needle of a pressure gauge. Sometimes when going back to the “fingernail wipers” they seem more like black hairs that just fall off the surface.

The perspective of my dream shifts, similar to when one jumps from visual sequences into a more corporeal state. A car has been abandoned at the top of a hill with all of its doors left open. It is raining. The windshield wipers are the minute hand and hour hand of a clock, again suggesting two forty-five or a quarter to three. They move slightly but fall back, and the position remains at about a quarter to three. It seems at first to be some sort of sign relating to mortality. However, it is more likely a circadian rhythms feature as it relates to the nature of time. I begin to walk towards the car and instead become the car which is also a clock.

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Upon seeing the above image, Zsuzsanna caught the play on “thumb drive” instantly, with no other hint.

Dream
The dream begins with me and someone else running towards a house at night. We're trying to free the ghost of a girl who was murdered, she haunts the house we're heading to. We go inside and walk around for a while, I can't remember how but we avenge her spirit. I'm in the lounge with the ghost while my friend heads off somewhere. She looks about 17-18 with medium length Egyptian style black hair, she's quite attractive but I'm nearly 5 years her senior so I have an 'eh no thanks' thought going through my head. I sit down on the couch, it's a pretty simple square room which has either a beige or light yellow wallpaper to colour. She wants to thank me for helping her, so she flicks the lights off... It's pitch black and I can feel her getting closer to me, she kisses me but I have a feeling she's up to something. I turn the light back on and tell her I'm not interested, I say something like "I'll go check to see if my parents are ready to leave yet". I still felt some kind of evil about her, I didn't want to fall for her seductive ruse.

I head into the next room, it's a lounge that resembles the one in my parents' house. My mum is sitting on the leather couch with my dad sitting on the arm of the chair, between them is a damply lit lamp that sets a heavy tone. It feels like they were talking about some adult problems before I walked in and interrupted. "Are we leaving soon?" I ask, "yes we're just about to head out" my mum replies. I get changed into my pj's, they have dinosaurs on them I think.. I feel like I'm a little kid and we're heading home after being out camping for a week. We're in the car now, I'm sitting in the back seat, my parents are in front with my dad driving. It's still dark outside, though not completely. There's a torrential downpour too... The road we're on is coastal, to the left is a rocky cliff rising up high while to the right is a rocky seawall with big waves lapping up against it. We drive around a bend on the road and an epic scene awaits, a huge shape bursts from the water. At first I'm unsure about what it is, but I recognize that it's something from Avatar the Last Airbender (it isn't...). I think to myself that it must be a multi-legged bug monster or the evil mecha episode, except it's happening live (it strikes me as odd that it's only just happening yet I've supposedly seen the episode). I get a closer look and realize it's the evil mecha episode, oh fuck. I remember how in the episode it gets chased by a good mecha and they collide near the bridge crossing, breaking the bridge. Fuuuuu... It would take forever to get home if the bridge broke :/. "DAD! Speed up! We have to get across the bridge!" I yell, hoping that I've convinced him despite knowing that I'm a kid and that no one believes kids.. He speeds up though, we're flooring it and the evil mecha is accelerating with a huge gush of water jetting into the sky from the speed its going at. We come to the turn at the bridge, my dad does a turn and break to skid the car to a stop (no easy feat with slick of water), we bump into a side wall slightly before accelerating again. The evil mecha has arrived at the bridge and turns around to face the approaching good mecha. Our car crossing the bridge, the torrential rain pelting the roof, the huge mechas shrouded by a thin mist as they charge towards each other. Everything happens in that moment, the mechas collide as the car touches the otherside of the bridge, a huge force explodes outwards and obliterates the bridge behind us. I'm thrown out of the car as it skids to a halt by the edge of road. I fly through the air and land in the ocean, there's something else that flew out with me though and I try to swim and get it. Fuck, it's too far... There's a dinghy nearby, I'm anxious about the water depth so I swim over to it. It's almost completely submerged, but atleast I put it under me to ward any sharks away. There's a rope attached and my parents start pulling me back to shore.

There's a minor scene change, instead of heading back to the shore I'm in the water again. My parents are in the dinghy and I swim over, my dad wants to show me what to do in this sort of situation and is being all like "Oh so just in case this ever happens to you and you're on your own I'll show you what to do". He was just inferring it was good time to practice. The dreams ends here .

A warm, dark evening. I was at a wedding, sitting near a table. A sister of one of girls from my class appeared and took me to dance. We both had great time, somehow dancing exceptionally good. Suddenly I found myself outside my house. It was raining heavily, something wrong was going on around as people gathered in a strange platform in the middle of my backyard, that appeared from nowhere. I saw my father's tractor standing in front of my house and felt that I should park it inside a garage. I got inside it and drove back to my frontyard, then driving around the platform in backyard I parked it.

Dream - Lucid

I was in bed with my coworker, K, at the house I grew up in. It was nighttime. We were kind of together, I think. She was wearing a grey underwear tanktop laced in purple with matching underwear. I was in my underwear too. I don't remember fooling around with her, but I remember wanting to and knowing we would.

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I was at Publix in what appeared to be the bakery section, though in the dream, it was a pharmacy. I was there for medical marijuana. The pharmacist, a male, was on the phone and seemed distracted, so when he gave me a small orange pill bottle with some weed in it, I was surprised. I went to pay him and he wouldn't let me; he was giving it to me for free. No arguments here! I walked away. I started to feel like people might suspect me though for some reason. I felt like I needed to keep a low profile.

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I was with some people, two women, one I remember for sure being a girl, Karla, that I recently reconnected with IWL (she was my friend when we were little kids). We were planning on going on a vacation to the beach for a few days. We planned it very last minute, like maybe the day we decided to leave.

We were then at the hotel. Karla left for some reason though. I was then with my mom and I assume my daughter was there too as I was asking my mom about which bathing suit she packed for her. I asked if she packed the 12 month of 18 month one. She said 18 month. I was hoping she brought the other, but I told her that was fine.

We then noticed it was turning into evening and it started to rain. I didn't care, I still wanted to walk on the beach anyway; we only had a few days there and I wanted to make the most of them.

Then there was this very strange, misplaced part. We were in some sort of loft. Thinking back now the closest thing I can think of to compare it to is a barn loft. The floors were wooden and falling apart. There was a little boy with us who reminds me now of my nephew G. He fell through the floor. I grabbed his hand but he kept slipping anyway. I called for help; I needed someone to either help me pull or go down there and catch him. He slipped, and I was so worried the fall would seriously injure or kill him, but he landed on his feet, albeit hard, and he didn't cry.

We had to go back home for something. We were in my mom's car. It was a very long drive, 12-13 hours, but we were there and back so fast. I was trying to remember the entirety of the drive, but I couldn't. I was amazed at how fast the time passed. I also was thinking about which car Karla had taken to get home since we had driven up there together in my car.

When we got back, I told my mom of the plan I had originally had and wanted to stick to: I wanted to spend one day of the vacation in either Disney World or Universal Studios. At first my mom wasn't so keen but I insisted, as this was MY vacation and my mom was now just there because Karla had left. My dad was there too I believe, but I don't remember ever seeing him or talking to him directly. I knew he'd be on board for a theme park visit.

Non-Lucid Lucid Semi-lucid

24th April 2016
I'm going to try to get back to posting my DJ's at least occasionally. No frills, just raw from my DJ (but with sexual spoilers and color added). Reverse order memory/recall (from end of experience, working backwards for transitions). End: I recite my full name and address with so much ease that I think for a second could I be awake in bed...no, I can still see the store I'm robbing. I do think for a second earlier in this scene, is there any way that because my dream image might look quite a bit like my waking self that someone in the store could report me, thinking along the lines of how Robert Waggoner believes that there may be other people in your dreams but I quickly dismiss that and it's a dream anyway so who would report something done in a dream especially something that causes no harm in the (real) world. Obviously I was getting a little bit off track and my lucidity was being challenged a little bit. Rob store, closing, darkish. So when I first was kind of pulled towards the store after flying outside in the rain at night I see at the store is somewhat dark like they're getting ready to close and I get the idea to see what it feels like to rob the store and I summon a gun and say give me all the money and there are two different cash registers counting money and they start piling the money up on the counter. It's not as fun as I thought it could be but of course I knew it was a dream and the money is meaningless. It went rather slow and boring, they put the money together matter-of-factly and I asked for a bag to put it in and I got one of those plastic grocery bags. I thought about summoning a big canvas bag but lost interest. Prior: Flying outside in the rain!! with 2 ladies. I think about how I hardly ever experienced rain in my lucid dreams and I relish the fact but I wouldn't say that the rain felt super realistic. I definitely got the sound and the visuals very realistically but not so much the water patterning off my skin. Dream pulling me where to fly. Prior: Left 3 story bank building party. Russian lady please choose a lady to come with us… chooses Shirley, Asian somewhat nerdy but cute 30 year old as I was thinking she should choose (mind suggest to her maybe). Russian best dream

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bj

ever! When I fly up to the Russian looking lady with dirty blonde hair, but more blonde than not, I look into her beautiful eyes, somewhat blue and probably inspired by the beautiful young lady sitting in front of me last night iwl at the musical. I see she wants my

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**** in her mouth and she is very skillful and as she continues I think this is the best BJ I've ever gotten

in Dreamland. I am so infatuated by her that I pull her face up to mine and I kiss her passionately . She has strawberry taste in her mouth probably inspired by the strawberry soap sniffed strongly while washing my hands IWL while repeating my mantra to get Lucid tonight.

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Many bj's. Shirley or one of the many others I told to take a bite!..and as I stick it in I thought careful the language I use, brain's interpretation, but I quickly correct calmly and mentally with confidence, she knows to lick and suck. A young lady among many bj's gives some nice licks.

After void and attempting beach and getting some ocean water floating I see myself in a mirror across the bare room as a sexy woman in a white short simple dress. I walk up to the mirror and want to see her/me naked so

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I pull up the dress to reveal white panties and then pull the dress all the way off to reveal smaller but perfect perky breasts. I pull off the panties and sit down in front of the mirror and start fingering myself which was mostly for the visual experience in the mirror. However, I then decide I want to experiment with what it feels like from the woman's perspective for intercourse and I summon a guy faceless and mostly without a body, seems midsection and penis only and I went with a size I'm familiar with, my own. It was quite pleasurable and I thought of what I was reading about full body orgasm and the experience transformed from a reverse male feeling of intercourse, the smooth wet friction of sliding in and out.

..it transformed into a ecstatic state that took me into the void again, this void felt like I wanted to stay there in the simple enjoyment for a while. (To bank party). The ocean movement void came from



**spoiler for minor schema poisoning, read at your own schema's risk:

Spoiler for minor schema poisoning, read at your own schema's risk:

flying up out of house and thinking oh the ceiling again, set my expectation and got it (used to fly through ceiling as if it weren't even there without void)

but despite feeling some weak attempts from my brain to tell me that I'm waking and feeling parts of my bed, I say not so fast and immediately feel my feet dragging along and then lifting off the bed. I knew it!...and felt a little pride. Before the ceiling phase through which seems most like it was involuntarily, I caught two FA's in my bedroom. One involved dream recall and pulling out my earplugs and noticing my ears still feel plugged and after at first thinking my ear plugs did my ears some harm thus still feeling plugged, then found that I could pull out another pair of earplugs and realized I was dreaming. And the other false Awakening I walked up to my sink and open the drawer to get a Q-tip and found that the drawer was completely empty and realized I was dreaming again. <<Beginning of Lucid period for night.


26th April 2016
Shorter LD where I am in a lady's locker room and I am basically invisible through expectation that I won't get any reaction. I create a soft pad of grass (maybe not entirely intentionally and maybe why it worked so well) to lay on inside the locker room and just relax and enjoy the beauty and variety of the female form.

Thursday, 09/10/15
Stopped smoking weed, drinking alcohol, and drinking coffee for 3 days
Took Galantamine, Meletonin, and Lucid Dreaming supplement
Slept in many stages waking periodically
Achieved vivid lucidity
Many dreams recollected

Massive Boulder Island With Wild Animal Inhabitants
( Rock, Boulder, Water, Flying, Pterodactyl, Climbing, Alligator, Chimpanzees, Brother)
I dreamt of this massive boulder rock surrounded by water. I was there with my brother. We tricked these blue flying creatures into flying into each other. They had a routine of all flying at once off the edge and we had another group flying up the other side at the same time. They all attacked each other and died. We had hoped at least one would survive but no one did. Ben wondered how we were going to get down because it was so high up and the water was to shallow. I found a spot to climb down and drop 6 feet or so into the shallow water. Ben was swimming and from above I could see a reptilian looking creature swimming near him. He said it was an alligator gar. I yelled for him to get out of the water. But he swam the other way where there was no spot to climb up. I jumped in and it bit on to me. I started to wrestle it. ~REALITY CHECK (abrupt scene change)~
The scene skipped to inside a cave within the rock and I was strangling the creature except now it looked like an anaconda and there was commentary saying something about the tables being turned. Inside the rock were these feline creatures that looked like they were either dead or sleeping. It almost looked like a display from a museum. I saw one of their arms twitch and I got a little nervous because I felt no match for catlike reflexes. I went outside and there were these chimpanzees wearing sweaters. One was green with the #12 on it. Outside I was balancing on this hanging vine outside on my feet and I jumped to another one. The chimps were amazed and wanted to see me do it again. I thought it was weird that I would be teaching the chimps there own techniques.


Deep Breathing Induced Flight High Above the Earth
(Parents House, Night, Raining, Naked, Flying, Falling)
<<LUCIDITY ACHIEVED >>>

I was in my old house. It was raining and dark out and I was naked. Some how I had an inkling that I was dreaming. I think it was because I had this floating feeling and I didn't remember getting there. I went outside through the front glass door into the rain and tried to fly. I began to float upwards but I leveled out a bit. I realized I wasn't breathing enough so I took a deep breath and raised higher into the air. It seemed that the deeper I inhaled, the higher up I went. I kept rising higher and higher until I was in the upper atmosphere. I remember vividly, looking down toward the Earth, weightlessly floating, admiring how vast of a distance there was between me and the massive planet below. Later I decided that I wanted to see what it would feel like to fall all the way down so I stopped trying to hover and began to plummet toward the Earth. The texture of the Earth became continuously clearer and cleared as I came closer and closer to the ground. But lucidity faded before I hit the ground.

Dream
It's a nice warm day and I've decided to go down to a small beach situated between two large rocky-cliff headlands. It's pretty vague about what I do here, I think I went swimming but I can't remember. I remember going back onto the beach and eating some fast food, after finishing I find another bag of fast food from the last time I was here. It still has 2 burgers in it, one is in the packaging and the other is half-eaten, which I seemed to remember biting into and putting into the bag whenever I was here before. They're still fine to eat since I remembered that McDonalds' food never goes off, I consider eating it but decide to leave it until tomorrow when I come here again.

It's the next day and I'm back at the house, it feels like there's a few people that live here. I can't remember clearly but I think I was in my board shorts for some reason, and either me or this other person (who was a green goblin) suggested going to the beach for a swim. Hell yeh! The weather is absolutely dreadful, it's pouring down with rain outside and for some reason this is the best weather for swimming. We start heading out, just me and the goblin. We have a bag of something each, and I get the image of a little miniature castle that we each had.. As we're heading out we see the other residents and friends that live here. There was a bout 5 or more sitting around a rectangular table in a hallway. I strike up conversation with them and decide to invite them along out of courtesy, kind of doubting that they'd want to come in this weather. It might have been rude of me to do so, since I didn't ask the goblin if it'd be ok. I tell them that we'll be going on ahead and then walk off down some stairs. In my head at the time I felt like the goblin wasn't a goblin but instead a beautiful girl who might have wanted to be alone with me for some reason *cough*. But she became a goblin guy again later on.
As I head to the beach I peer out a window and see that the rain has let up and there's a bright sun shining through the clouds. Hmm I guess we won't be enjoying the rain :/

I've arrived at the beach, the goblin is 5 minutes behind me or something so I'm here alone. There's a dairy shop that's just opening up for the day, the store owner is a small old asian woman with short greying black hair and a scrunched up wrinkly face. The doors bang open as the wind catches them, I offer the lady a hand in locking them down so they don't move. I talk to her for a bit, probably about the weather. The conversation lulls and I turn to browse the merchandise, I think I woke up around this point.