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I attempt a WILD after a small awakening - not quite successful, but I GET LUCID anyway, woo!

I'm in the very beginnings of a dream scene and I try to use a dance-like physical anchor. I'm doing a little dance up some shallow sun-soaked sandstone stairs, I turn to the right to see an almost ladder like very step section which I feel and start climbing. At this point I realise that I'm in the dream already and GET LUCID! I decide to take a quite passive role in this dream and just explore. I climb to the top of the ladder like section and there's a broad covered walkway with a view over a castle where the original stairs were heading to. I look at a few features but forget to hold on to my lucidity and rapidly lose it (grr!) I wake up shortly after that :-(

2013-1-08 Tuesday morning- Non lucid

The Dream started out escaping from some event. (hard to remember)
I reached a bunker with a few other people. About 6 or so.

It was by the sea. Blue skies and blue waters.
The concrete bunker didn't stand out all that much on the sandstone walkway as it was going into the floor.
It was smooth and had no sharp edges. It looked very similar to Fallout 2 vault city buildings.
There was a three block high sandstone wall that stood about waist high.

*Time started skipping. I got the feeling and knowledge but not the experience*
*About a week passed*
An argument happened between an older man (about 50) who was somewhat close to me and a small group of people. They left.

Now there was me, the older man, and another man in a blue shirt.

*more time passed without me*

People came and went bringing items with them and leaving them with us. Various shaped stones and rocks.
One was a mighty, deep red, smooth, scoop like shape. Similar to obsidian when it fractures.
It had a "blade" that eased off into a flat, thick "handle". It kinda looked like a shovel head though...

*A lot more time passed without me*

We headed up the coast with some people, keeping the water to the right.
We followed the waters edge into a small bay and found a partially buried house. Not so much buried but carved into
The travel was almost instant.

I walked into the building. The walls were of a dark wood. There was an exit in the back behind a glass display rack.
The stones were placed into the rack. Stairs led downward into (some place safe).

Some people arrived and they "signed in" each writing a curse word on the wall or table next to the exit.
One young man came in, dressed in black jeans, a white shirt, black hair.
He looked like the new Devil may cry Protagonist but with a different face.
*despite me never playing any of the games *
We (the older man and I) explained the house was not open until he signed. He began to sign the wall.
He wrote lightning next to the word fuck. We both stared at him.

>"What?" He asked.
"Lightning? Really?" I asked
>"Yeah"
"That's not a swear word..."
>"It has fuck in front of it."
*We both laughed at him
-"Just write fuck you or something" the older man suggested.
"Then he would be Donte"
*we both laughed again

*we made more fun of him with jokes and memes from 4chan /v/ relating to DMC and Donte*

"Donte" then signed something and entered, visibly frustrated with us.
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I think that many years passed in the world, though they were absent of my awareness. I just got the feeling that it "happened"

The house changed, there were windows now, large double doors leading into the house.
A library filled the entrance room walls, they looked similar to MineCraft shelves, the same colours anyway.
It was now a school of some kind, some form of magic. I was still the guard of the entrance and display rack.

There was a large building network on the opposite side of the cliff/ bay.

I went outside/or looked through a window, and saw a fairly good looking woman.
Early 20's, blonde? hair, black leather or glossy fabric of some kind, it griped her body well.

All she said was "Hello?" and "would come to the dance with me?"
When I responded with yes she just said "great!" and left.

I returned to the "lobby" and admired the opposite house through a window.
It was an asian style, 3 or more story house. With the stereotypical curved roof. See: Generic Asian pagoda but massive at the base.

I saw another woman outside, gazing towards our building, so I went outside.

I stretched at the front door and she called out to me with a simple, elongated "hey?" in that slightly seductive manor.

She had black, flowing hair, and sported the same black pants and shirt as the first woman.
Her face was quite attractive, she had a small-but-not-petite frame and was pretty damn fit.
She gave of the feeling of a red belly black snake, or black mamba.
Beautiful, seductive, alluring but incredibly dangerous and will gladly kill you if it feels like it.

I responded to her with the elongated "He-llo" returning the obvious attraction between us.

She asked who I was and I told her it. I don't recall the name right now.
She gave hers and I don't remember it either.

*missing scene including a small section of conversation*

A blonde woman emerged from the second floor onto the balcony and she asked me to join her at the dance.
She was wearing a black boob-tube and the same black, shiny pants.
Another woman, maybe the same one, came out and joined the conversation. But she wore a black t-shirt.

The black haired woman asked me what I was interested in. I paused, thought about it had and told her yoga.
She told me that she tried "that shit" and got the "whole hand thing working"
She waved her hand around as if something was stuck to the under side of it.
She said "I ran to my mum and showed her, I got it to repeat and she told me to cut a line in the top and..." *missing scene*
Then an image of a pair of scissors cutting a line in a pink lid, similar to a drink from a fast food place, popped into my head.
The image then showed me a hole being stuck in the bottom of the cup.

"so yeah..."

She asked me if I wanted to join her at the dance.
I answered yes but asked why everyone was asking me that.

And OLD AS HELL man, most likely an elder or scholar came out of my building.
It felt like he was going to tell me off but then the dream ended.


I should add that there was a strong presence of "dark magic" emanating from the women. Or "bad vibes" or "something sinister yet attractive"

I wanted to join them But couldn't yet because of the gap between us. Ie the bay+cliffs of sand stone.

This was my most vivid dream so far. Sights, textures, emotions, memories and feelings were all so real...but not "so real it's fake-real"

Vesterguard's Dreams

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

11-09-11 I wake up in my bed and have a feeling I am dreaming. I am having trouble opening my right eye. I ask the dream for more vision which it gives me. I am about to just fly through the window as normal, but decide to take a bit of time stabilising the dream this time.

I do this by grabbing hold of the curtain by the window and really looking at my plants in the window. I normally only have one plant in the window and it looks smaller in the dream than it does in waking life. Besides engaging touch and vision I also try and smell my plants, though without success, however when I do this one of the plants transform right in front of me, which I consider a bit odd as normally I can't really make transformations of objects all that well, but hey it wasn't intentional.

After some time of doing all of this I sit myself down in the window and notice the weather is grey and drizzling. I think to myself that it is pretty much as it was in waking life. I feel like I am getting ill in waking life and the cold and wind from dream environment is uncomfortable for me so I sit and spend a bit of time altering the chilling sensations so I can still feel them, but without the “cold” feeling attached.

I fly upwards and encounter an Asian woman hanging in the air along with some laundry out for drying. I am about to just fly past her, but decide to interact a bit, considering the possibility that this may not be a DC. I ask her name, which is really weird and I semi-hate myself for not remembering, and tell her “That is a weird name”, to which she replies “Not as weird as yours!” “Oh yeah, what is my name?” I ask “Stefan Vamt” she replies and I have to concede “Yeah, that is a weird name”.

Note: First time a DC has given me a name completely different to my own.

I have been flying around her a bit in order to keep off the ground, at one point I did try just hovering, which went fine, so I don't know why I have been flying around. In any case I get sent spinning into circles, which I at first try to stop.

“You know what, Spinning, not a bad idea, lets try” So I spin and it nearly crashes the dream and I abort mid way (I think). However I get slung off to one side onto a building my vision faded from the dream completely, but I manage to grab hold of the edge of the roof and start crawling onto the roof until I can feel the roof top (it is a pointy roof) and I start making my way towards the gable.

When I get to the gable I start getting flashes of the building and more specifically the small water pools at the ground. I decide to try and relax a bit while keeping my sense of touch in the dream. Soon enough the dream stabilises and I take off into flight towards the building across the gap. I decide to just take it easy and observe what the dream presents.

When I think this the yellow brick wall becomes enriched with detail and I start ascending (not in a spiritual sense). I can't help the expectation that pops into my head as I am going upwards “El Castillo is going to be at the top of the building” which to my joy it is.

I make my way towards the pyramid that this time actually looks like the actual thing. There are ceremonial artefacts (if you can call crafted objects in a dream artefacts as they aren't necessarily man made), like pottery and such at the top level next to the temple building atop the pyramid.

I shout out “Fellow dreamers!”, but again my voice seem to be blurry and the words come out slower than normal and at this point I give up on trying to light the beacon, but instead go exploring.

I turn around and see constructions similar to my first visit. There are columns and archways all over the place and the jungle floor is scattered with smaller buildings all made in something that looks like sandstone.

The amazing thing is that these buildings doesn't seem intrusive as the foliage is allowed to grow freely, even more astonishing is the sense of living it provides to the city. A perfect integration of architecture and nature, where one adds beauty to the other in a synergistic fashion.

I look down and spot a large figure and recognise it as one of the feline figures I saw in my first visit here and decide to go and introduce myself. When I get down there it turns out to be a somewhat different figure, as essentially this is a big grey/white cat. It is however a few heads taller than me, has quite the...ehhh.. big bones, is bipedal and dressed in clothing that seems foreign to the city I am in.

It comes over to me and greets me, it knows about me from the first time I was here as I apparently made quite a gossip. I grab it's out stretched paw.

I wake up.
…

I am in a shop where a couple of my old friends are running it. Furthermore they have an area out back where there are houses and other shops. I walk out into the back and and start talking with the older brother, who doesn't actually look like what I remember and he is wearing overalls.

I ask him if the entire back housing is theirs as well and he looks around and indicate that not only the houses, but all the shops around the rectangular yard belong to them as well.

Impressive I think to myself, even that shop up on the corner I once visited is theirs. I walk back into the shop and watch the youngest of the brothers handle a purchase, he seems little more than a baby now and has grown considerably younger.

I walk out the shop and down the street that transforms into a hallway by first turning into a tunnel type thing. I notice one of the gates on the right hand side is open and know that this is where they keep the Tyrannosaurus, so I can't help but always looking back towards that gate and expect a T Rex come running out, I am close to my room anyway.

Notes: I finaly understand the term semi-lucid now as this is exactly what I was, I knew I was dreaming sort of, I just hadn't “awoken” yet.

I open the door to my room on the left hand side and expect a Veloci Raptor (look at my extensive Jurassic Park knowledge of ancient reptiles!) to attack me, even if it does I will just punch it in its face.

As I walk through my vision starts to fade and I am questioning if I am dreaming, but then I notice that my bass is standing upright against one of the sofa's and I know it to be lying on the floor, more specifically I know it to be lying on the floor between the window (where I am trying to go) and me.

I stabilise by breathing and calming down and gradually my visual sphere of perception is filled out with my room. Along with that I notice that there are quite a lot of tall trees outside in the garden that wouldn't normally be there. I notice that the weather is very similar to the last dream.

Before I fly out the window I expect El Castillo to be on my right hand side and start flying through the window. But I end up face against the glass and have to break it in order to get through. I fly upwards and to the right and there is something that looks like the pyramid but isn't quite that.

My flight is terrible and I end up slamming into a yellow building and have to climb up the roof. But strangely I decide to fuck worrying about my lack of control, which seems to strengthen it gradually as the dream progress.

From the roof of the yellow building I look across at yet another yellow building and run towards it and leap taking off into flight (which is back to normal now). In the top flat on the corner of the building there is a television set running and I think “Great, gonna port there through TV!” which I try, but am unsuccessful.

I think I just end up on the other side of the building and as I look up there are again loads of buildings that look like El Castillo, but isn't. So I decide to just give up and start flying down the street. The city reminds me of a mixture between Barcelona and a Moroccan city.



Colours and buildings shaped like that. But the streets are modern and wide and there is plenty of life and activity in the restaurants and bars in the one I am in.

Like this.



I notice my mum sitting at a bar that is facing the streets wearing a cowboy hat. I carry on down the street and decides to chill a bit. What was the TotM? something about elements and walking on water. Well no water for me to walk on here, but plenty of wine glasses filled with it.

I sit down and reach my hand out towards a glass of water and make it boil and bubble. I intend to grab it out of the glass and hold it in the air, but someone talks to me from the back before I get a chance of exercising more control.

The voice makes me think I don't have much time left, which is weird and I don't even turn around to see who it was. I continue down and find a candle on one of the tables. I start pulling the fire towards me and the flame lengthens towards my hand.

Lame I think and carry on and find two candles on a table with a stranger sat next to it. I first pull rather hard mentally which extinguish one of the candles. I try again fairly hard, but with a bit more of a gentle build-up of force until the little flame leaps from the candle and into my hand where it continue to burn for a couple of seconds until I wake up.
…

Fragments: Sleeping at Kaiser's place.

Picking up some old winning tickets from my grandmother who is deceased.

Flying around observing things without a body (non-lucid).

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was night. I walked out (from where) onto the peak of a big hill or mountain. The peak of the mountain was kind of thin and knobby. It seemed to be made of a pink stone like sandstone. There were little stretches of green vegetation like moss or short grass. Below the peak, the mountain seemed to wind around in spires and caverns. There were even a few waterfalls. The air was very calm and cool.

There were a few groups of people on the mountain, doing different things. There was a group of policemen sitting near the peak of the mountain. I sat near them. I looked down the mountain and saw a group of skateboarders skating down a sandstone ramp.

The police may have been talking about some job they were on. They may have been looking for some woman for some reason or another.

The skateboarders had all gone to the bottom of the ramp, possibly together. Now they all came back up together. I was kind of wondering if it was okay to be skating out in a natural area like this. But the kids were getting ready to skate again. So I figured I'd watch.

A black boy, kind of tall, maybe in his late teens, skated down part of the ramp. But he ended up going down a side ramp off to his right. The ramp sloped upward, over the edge of the moutain. The boy lifted up into the air and then disappeared off the cliff. There was no sound of his crashing, although the boy may have made a little sound of surprise as he went off the cliff.

I kind of waited for a second. It seemed like everybody, including the cops, had seen the young man flying off the cliff. But the police didn't seem to care. They just kept talking about this job of looking for a woman.

Finally I told the police that they probably should look for this boy. He obviously just fell off a cliff, and he was in danger. I even bent over, while still sitting, to get a view down the mountain through some kind of hole made in the sandstone. I saw the boy below, lying face down on a ledge of sandstone.

It was pretty obvious the boy was dead, and I told the police so. They grunted a bit and stood up reluctantly, saying they'd go check things out. In the meantime, however, I was apparently charged with the task of finding the woman.

I walked down one of the sandstone slopes. But then I was suddenly in a house. I was in an area like a living room. It was really wide, but it also felt short somehow. There were a lot of windows and sliding glass doors. It was night, and the house felt lit, but not completely.

I had to search along all the walls, even feeling along the walls and down at the corners where the walls met the floors. The woman was apparently in a small space like this. All this time I was either having a conversation with myself in my head or hearing or remembering hearing the police talking, probably about the woman.