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1. (Fragment) I was waiting in a line somewhere.
2. Woke up, couldn't recall anything, decided to write down "No recall" in order to keep the habit going. It should be automatic anytime I wake up.
3. (Fragment) Man, that Disney trip I took earlier this month must've really permeated into my subconscious. I dreamed that I was at the Disney parks buying merch. In parentheses, I have written (x2-3). I do not remember what this means.
4. Full Lucid DILD: Here we go. I woke up at 5 AM, but my alarm wasn't until 5:15 AM, so I went back to sleep and immediately slipped into this dream.

Started out non-lucid. I was walking around San Diego, carrying a large body pillow with an anthropomorphic character on it. I was feeling rather self-conscious, like WHY do I have this and WHY am I walking around town with it?

A car drove by and I felt even more embarrassed, like can't I at least take this thing back to my hotel room?

Then I thought "Ah yes, I can teleport. I will teleport back to the hotel room now."

So I did.

I appeared back in the hotel room. There were bottles of lotion (of course ) and unpacked luggage in a pretty big room, and my cousin's stuff was there too. Great, so now my cousin is going to know about this giant body pillow.

I then idly realized that teleporting is not a thing that can happen in waking reality. Hmm... OH --

-- LUCIDITY.

So, my first instinct was to teleport again, onto a roller coaster. It was wooden. As I was going up the lift hill, T. was there in the seat next to me. We were not in the front seat -- closer to the back.

I then remembered -- oh yes, the competition, and my 3-step tasks! I summoned a clarinet and immediately played an F-concert scale (G Major in clarinet transposition) on the roller coaster. Then I played some random crap; I can't remember what.

My brain was not entirely clear -- I remember thinking "well I don't want to drop the clarinet off the roller coaster" but then logic snapped back into place. The scene was somewhat fuzzy, and not as vivid as I might have hoped. I was going to start stabilizing, and then figured I would try flying after I had finished on the roller coaster. But, then my alarm went off.

(It was nice and cold in my room, which is rare, because I live with my brother who is always cold, whereas I am always hot. Apparently, he finally didn't touch the thermostat. :v I think that helped a lot with my sleep quality.)
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I also finally signed up for the DreamViews Discord server. I didn't realize we had one, even though it has presumably been linked up top for a long time. I had already hit the Nitro limit of 200 servers (thanks ADHD) but finally found an inactive one that has been mostly dead since 2021 that I didn't mind leaving.

12-29-2013 -- [This one was very detailed, but not all that exciting. Oh well, I still find it kind of interesting.] I am staying in a big house which I have dreamed of before, which is owned by BAM, and has a strange terrace-like area with bathrooms and a pool on multiple levels. I am being urged to hurry and get ready to go somewhere by a dark-haired teen who is probably 15 or 16, but reminds me of Auggie from Covert Affairs. It seems I have agreed to drive him somewhere and he is in a hurry to get there. He is going to be a little upset with me, because I decide I need to have a shower, first.

I start climbing down toward the pool, then back up toward the bathroom, but when I get there, I find that BAM is using the shower, and is just climbing out, and since we are no longer on good terms, I want to get out of there before she sees me and accuses me of spying on her or something. As I try to hurry back the way I came, I bump something, and she hears it, and starts to come after me, so I am hurrying, yet trying to stay out of sight. I manage to make it, and as I get back to my room I decide I will have to forgo the shower, and just start getting dressed.

Unfortunately, I am interrupted by another person who comes in. She is a teen girl, and I think she is the boy's sister. She is kind of pudgy, and most reminds me of the daughter from the animated series Wait 'til Your Father Gets Home. She is practically screaming at me, accusing me of eating her Totino's pizzas. I know I haven't eaten any Totino's but my own, so I come to the kitchen to check the freezer. I discover that actually all the frozen pizzas have been eaten, and whoever ate them then took the empty pizza boxes and stuck them back into the freezer to hide the fact that they'd been eaten for a time. I am very annoyed, and explain that I think Scott ate them all, and I am very angry at him for both stealing the food, and for hiding the fact in such a way. [In actuality, Scott is a brand new roommate who just moved in where I am currently living. While I do not yet feel comfortable around him, I do not believe he is stealing any food.]

Soon I am dressed, and am walking past the large dinner table, where a bunch of visiting relatives are sitting and chatting. It is an odd cross of BAMs relatives and those of Joe L's family, and as I pass, I give a nod to the kid wanting a ride to follow me. We walk outside, and approach a small red sedan. I have a lot on my mind, and am thinking about a work shift, and without really thinking about it, climb in, start the engine, and drive off, leaving the kid standing there. I realize it a few seconds later, as I find myself driving along a busy tourist strip that seems to probably be Highway 192. I realize what I have done, and make a u-turn to go back for him, just to stop almost immediately because he has been running behind me, and almost managed to keep up. I stop the car and let him get in, then start apologizing profusely.

Then there is a time jump, and we are back home, having already finished whatever errand I was taking him on, and perhaps even having finished the work shift I was thinking about. The kid is now spending time with his family, though there may be a small bit about a missing cell phone that gets me thinking about the situation with Scott forgetting his cellular phone at work. I find myself sitting across the street from the house, trying to build a strange model of a roller coaster out of those old orange Hot Wheels tracks. It is supposed to be a short shuttle coaster sort of ride, except it is a small, complete oval, including a loop, though I am having problems making it all fit together right with the coaster station. A woman walks across the street from the house to see me, and she looks like Cindy L, but has the current negative attitude toward me of BAM. Somehow one or both of us is somehow shrink-wrapping a book or something, and I try to give her a serious compliment that just fails to come out well, but we still manage to end on slightly better terms.

Cay's Dream

First I'd like to apologize for not getting this in yesterday, my Internet was down. I'll search for synchs this evening.

Dream 1
My house was in the middle of some sort of zoo. When I stepped outside I could see the iron bars of large cages in my driveway, but blocking my path were glass boxes filled with straw. A man came up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder, startling me. He looked like the Doc from Back to the Future. He showed me each of the cases in turn. Each one contained tiny newborn animals, two orangutans, a litter of puppies, a nest of baby birds. The strange thing was that they were all sort of translucent. You could see the muscles and the paths of their veins, like the gorilla in Hollow Man before it completely disappeared. They all glowed with some sort of warm inner light.

Dream 2
Azra and I built a theme park. Problem was, neither of us were engineers. I test rode two of the rides, both of which were extraordinarily unsafe. The first was designed after the movie Tron, and though it dipped very close to the ground your feet were free-hanging. The seats on the second one didn't seem to be attached at all- they were sitting on a sort of conveyor belt.

I was on an indoor extreme rollercoaster with my family. This rollercoaster seemed familiar and definitely appeared in a previous dream, but I didn't go lucid. Before the ride began, I realized that my seat had no seat belt to strap me to the seat. Essentially I was sitting on a piece of wood. But the ride operator told me they had no time to give me a strap, and the perilous ride began. The ride sped up and down tracks of extreme angles and "high-tosses" - places where there were no tracks and the carriages had to fly over. I realized that not having a seat belt certainly made the ride more dangerous, but not impossible. Then came a section where carriages with seat belts were attached to and moved across a yellow rope. The bottom was void. Without a seat belt, I was tossed. My carriage flew away. At the last minute, I decided to reach my right arm up and grab the yellow rope. I triumphantly yelled, "Haha! I grabbed the rope! Suck on that! I would've died if I didn't!" I had to slowly climb the rope. Then I heard the people in the seatbelt carriages moving on to the next part of the ride. My brother's (or another male's) voice said, "I didn't realize it would be so STEEEEEEEEEEP!!!" as they fell down the steep edge. This phrase made me confirm that this scenario had been from a previous dream. I found out that without a carriage, I had to climb sideways onto a blue rope and manipulate a pulley somehow so I could carry on. On the way, though, I failed, and probably fell and died.

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I was in a hotel room with my family and extended family. A Japanese woman who I knew was the wife to one of my uncles (though she's Korean IRL, I perceived her as Japanese in the dream) was watching the international TV. I switched it to the Indian channel where many cubes with Indian-style patterns enlarged to fill the screen. I was thinking, "What if I could smoke one cigar in the bathroom?" The Japanese woman snapped, "What do you want?" I snapped back equally as angrily, thinking she was being racist towards the Indian channel. A mediator from the hotel suddenly burst into the room to mitigate the fight. He asked what was going on; walking to the bathroom, I said, "I wanted to smoke one cigar in the bathroom." Then I saw the no smoking sign on the bathroom door, and said, "Ohhh, right, no smoking in the bathroom!" My mother nodded and frowned disapprovingly.