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Dream #1

There was a girl who hung out with some extremely fashionable people, possibly Andy Warhol's entourage. She had either darkly tanned or copper-brown skin. Her body was lovely. But her head was very strange.

From her forehead back, her head was like a flat disk, like a plate. It was hairless and a little bit mottled. On either side of this disk, almost at the sides of the woman's cheeks, were eyes. The eyes were quite wide, pale, with very tiny pupils.

I saw the woman in two scenes. In the first scene, which I can't remember very well, the woman was indoors, in some place like a fashionable club. In the second scene, the woman was walking on some brick path beside a house, drinking some can of juice or soda. In this second scene, the girl was wearing a long, stylish, but very summery, green dress.

I noticed that the girl's mouth and chin were both very small. Her mouth was almost all the way down to her chin. I thought the girl must have had some kind of disease that had deformed her face.

I now heard the woman talk, as if in narration. She had been an orphan, but it had been very hard for her to find a home, due to her deformity.

Another female narrator now explained that her situation had been similar with that of a boy. I now saw the boy laying in the back of a car. He was little, maybe eight years old. He had shaggy, brown hair, and he wore a white t-shirt and khaki shorts. He told the camera (?), "I've been to a number of different homes. But nobody's wanted me -- because of my problem."

I wondered what the boy's problem was. He didn't look deformed. But I suddenly saw his chest, for just an instant. The boy had a healed-over puncture wound, very deep, in his chest, just up and to the right of his colar plexus. The wound looked just like somebody had stabbed a sign-post into the boy's chest. I took this wound to mean that the boy had heart problems.

The boy continued, "I went to the libraries to do research on my disease. But they didn't have much about it. But I studied whatever I could find."

I had a view of the boy in the library, typing at a computer. It looked like he was on some kind of black and white, text-only page on the internet. But it was just the library catalog. I thought to myself, It's a real sign of the times that, whenever this documentary was made, all you could do on a computer at a library was look up what books they had at that specific library. But nowadays, if you have the right keywords, you can do tons of research on just about anything.

The woman narrator now spoke about how she went to the library the boy had gone to, so she could see for herself how little information the library had regarding the boy's disease.

I was now far out in a big town, which I may have thought of as Brooklyn. I was way out at the end of town, but I needed to get back home. It was daytime, and the streets were really packed. I was looking for a subway station. I kept zig-zagging through various crowded streets, hearing people's conversations. I kept finding subway stations, but they were never the right ones.

One subway station was elevated maybe five or six meters above ground. It was set into a concrete stairway which had shrub-filled planters all along it. This appeared to be a station for one of the green trains (4, 5, or 6 line in New York). But it also seemed like the station was closed, even taped off with yellow police tape.

I wandered down a straight road filled with people and cars and tall buildings. There was noise and rushing everywhere. I may have done more zig-zagging through the streets, looking for a police station.

I was now in a quiet, suburban neighborhood, walking up to a driveway on the right side of a house, coming from the front of the house. As I did, a 12- or 13-year-old girl came walking up beside me. She was only wearing a pair of yellow briefs-style panties. She had pale skin and brown hair down to just above her shoulders.

I was in some bathroom. I had a huge mustache, and maybe a huge goatee. I was trimming my hair. I realized that the more I cut off, the better I looked. I wondered what would happen if I just cut the whole thing off.

I was back out in front of the house. In my memory, I heard a black man telling me how it would be bad if I kept thinking about the little girl whom I'd seen topless. He said that something like that was bound to get me in trouble.

I was now walking back over to the driveway. At the curb, the driveway had something over it, like a gate of garlands, through which a new bride might walk on her way up the aisle at an outdoor wedding.

Just coming through the gate was what appeared to be some kind of creepy guy. It looked like the guy was trying to catch up to me and elbow in front of me for some reason. So I sped up my walking to get to the house's side door before the creepy guy could get to me.

But then the person called out to me, not by name, just something like, "Hey!" I looked at the person and realized it was just the girl again. She was naked, again, except for her yellow briefs. The girl held a white, terry-cloth summer dress in her hands. But she didn't look like she was going to put it on.

The girl's body was a little weird to me. She was pretty thin, but her bottom was a little bigger than would seem to be proportional with her torso. The girl also had two "breasts," which were more like two little nubs of flesh with nipples on top, very close to each other at the center of her chest.

The girl seemed to be pretty interested in me. She said, "Yeah, I'm studying -----." (I forgot what she was studying.) We got in the house. We were in a hallway. At the far end of the hallway I saw a room off to the left, with orange walls, where my mom was sleeping on a low mattress or couch.

The girl and I walked into a room near the front of the hallway and off to the right. The room was small and plain, with just a mattress on the floor and a white sheet draped against the back wall. There may also have been a loose door or a long wood board leaning against the wall near or under the sheet.

The girl was continuing to talk about her study project. Apparently it was all a real pain in the neck. Now she needed to use a computer for some research. So she'd come back here, apparently to use my mom's desktop.

But we were apparently in this room because the little girl wanted me to have sex with her here. I was thinking it probably wasn't a good idea, because I didn't want my mom to wake up and discover us. But I also felt like if I wouldn't get in trouble, I should probably just have sex with the little girl. She seemed to be really curious. I thought I should help satisfy her curiosity.

Dream #2

(I had fallen asleep while "rehearsing" the memories of my first dream.)

I stood in a dark room of a museum with a woman and possibly another person, maybe a man. The woman was very business-like, professional looking. The walls of the museum were either black or not lit at all.

The woman and I stood before a painting of some dramatic scene, like a Redcoat soldier on a hill during the Revolutionary War. But it was done in a very realistic style, like that of Millet (?), except more watery. The sky was a slushy blue, and the hill was like washy waves of green, dotted with white flowers. The Redcoat seemed to be collapsing. He may already have been down on one knee.

The style struck me as very dramatic and beautiful. But suddenly I realized the painting was a pointillist painting -- a style of painting I generally don't like very much.

I told the woman that this might be one of the very few pointillist paintings I actually like. I gave a description of the painting. As I did, I suddenly thought, Wait a minute! This isn't a memory from one of my dreams! What the heck am I doing here?

The painting seemed to start changing, a black, comic-book style painting "burning" out from underneath it, from the middle outwards.

8/6/11

DILD into DEILD chain (~3)

Recall: somewhat poor

This was my first time using a new flying technique and it worked pretty well. I used the magnet technique by focusing on a destination to take off, but after I was in the air, I switched to my own propulsion. I could feel myself being propelled from my thighs.

The dream started with me walking up a snowy hill in the forest. The snow was like a foot deep so the trek was difficult. After reaching the top, I somehow became lucid.

I wanted to work on my dream snowboarding. (many previous efforts have led to difficulty). I look around and find a snowboard bag. I unzip it and remove the board. I somehow attach the board to my feet relatively easy; I don't remember how exactly I strapped in. (Previous dreams have had strange contraptions to try and strap into.) It is a very shallow slope with a few rails. I decide me make a go for it and I line up my run. I board slide onto the first rail and then switch to a backside board slide. As the first rail is ending, I 360 onto the next one and then ride out the backside board slide cleanly. I was super pumped that I pulled off a sweet trick. I decide to try and do a back flip. There is no real lip to jump off of, and the slope doesn't allow for a lot of speed. Nonetheless, I went for it and hucked off a small roller...no dice. I guess it wasn't feasible enough for me to even imagine a flip. After 2 attempts I lose the dream.

DEILD

This dream is all sexual. I think I am at some house party, and I find a babe named Lindsey; she is a brunette with a nice body. We fool around for awhile, and I lose the dream.

DEILD (from here on, I am not sure when I restart dreams with DEILD or when they just change scenes)

I think this one starts with Lindsey also. We fool around for a bit and then head outside. There is a car that I want parked out front. Some dude is sitting in there and I ask for it. He is resisting so I decide to try and convince him. I reach into my pocked and feel around for a the cool, metal butt of a gun. My pocked is surprisingly shallow and I can't find one. I can feel my hand be kind of wrapped in something. I pull that out, expecting a gun, and point it in his face. It is just my hand in a weird distorted position. I just pull him out of the car and get in with Lindsey. I get a little road head.

DEILD (probably)

I am still outside of that house. I decide to work on my flying. I look up to the stars and pull myself toward them. On my way up, I remembered the platform technique where you imagine an invisible platform pushing you. I try that and can feel me being propelled from my feet. That soon moved up to my thighs and stayed there. I had good power and control through turns. I try to go to space, but it turns out the starts were just details on some roof. It felt kind of soft like felt. I turn back down and there is more trouble ahead...

Out of nowhere appears a HUGE robot. It looks kind of like a robotic version of of a person. It is very blocky and square, kind of like the old school optimus prime. Instead of a metallic face, it was just a giant blocky human face. I start flying laterally past him and looking for a way to take him out. I go for a kameyameyah, but it doesnt work. Out of ideas, I shoot myself towards his face and land a forceful punch right to his dome. He recoils from the hit. While he is in defensive mode, I pile it on. Another couple of hits and he cowers to the ground, incapacitated.

I most likely DEILD and have another sexual dream with my Lindsey.

06.08.2011

Shapeshifting Into Optimus Prime & An F22 Raptor. (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I slept inside a sleeping bag on top of a (deflated) air matress in the back of a truck, with a tarp over the top to keep rain out. Not comfortable at all, for those who know how truckbeds are grooved. Also was sharing the space with my dad, so there wasn't much room at all. This was incredibly painful every time I woke up at night as the mattress had leaked air and I felt the hard bed, but couldn't move or else wake him up. It was about 45 degrees overnight and very humid.


Maybe this is why I was so aware and everything was so vivid.

I was on a walkway made of cobblestone, with an outdoor walkway covering over it. To the right was a huge grass field as far as the eye could see -- covered in dew, bright green, and all the same size -- the legnth of mowed grass, but came to a point instead of obvious flat cuts. To the left were some two and three-story tall buildings, laid out like a school (jagged, blocky) but the building in the middle was a blue-grooved-alluminum-made warehouse three stories high with four windows at the top. There was a thick fog which made it nice and cool, very humid, and low visibility.

I was wearing black jeans and a turqoise plaid outer longsleeve shirt with a gray t-shirt under it. I had charcoal/white/turqoise Nike 6.0 shoes.

I unbuttoned my shirt and started running, holding the shirt by the buttons and spreading it out, as if flashing somebody. I ran faster and faster until finally I jumped and the wind caught the flaps of my jacket. I immediately gained altitude quickly and was about 70 feet up before I turned around and kept flying.

Dream skips

Now I was lucid. There was no sudden realization or feeling of excitement. It was like most of my lucids... it just happens. I was back at the same walkway with a friend I'll refer to as "Summer."

While I was lucid, I was unaware that the characters were not real people. One of the many different 'layers' of lucidity.

General Weaver and Tom & Hal Mason from Falling Skies were there on this walkway. They were discussing the alien base a few miles ahead.

We walked down this walkway and into the blue warehouse. On our way Weaver said "be careful, there's aliens out there." We went to the top floor and there was a locker room. Another person, whom I'll refer to as "Danielle" was there.

To every Danielle I know, you're all blonde, but this is not you. Lol.

She is about 115 pounds, 5'9 or 5'10, and has long blonde hair. She popped out from inside a locker behind some jackets, totally nude.


I looked to the right and Summer was totally nude as well. And so was I.

We knew it was a total maze to get to the third floor so we weren't too worried. We locked the door just in case, to give us enough time to put clothes on or hide.

I opened up the Garry's Mod Spawn Menu in my HUD (err... immediate vision) and spawned two elongated blast doors.







I pulled out my physgun and placed the doors across the windows to block the view and froze them in place.





EDIT: removed

Spoiler for Bigger Lulz' and more vulgar descriptions.. you've been warned.:

This cornucopia erupts tartar sauce and butter, nearly blinding me with the sting of vinegar and buffalo sauce. My fruit bat opens it mouth up wide in some sort of bizarre sex face and the lazers start to glow red out the ears and mouth before the head explodes.

In about twenty seconds this all happens and we go at it once again instantly.
After about twenty more seconds the same happens, except Ozzy Osbourne eats the head off this bat instead of it exploding.

[/spoiler]
Well, that was interesting.

Dream skips

I am in clothing again, still the same clothes. I fly down into the walkway and see a girl and her mother. I answered some sort of question the girl asked and the mother seemed happy I did.

"Mommy he can fly!" she said.

"Yeah that's nice honey. Come on now."


I started running toward the other end of the walkway. She looked, just to itch that curiousity of disbelief to see if I could actually do it. I started running fast and faster pulling my outer shirt open again. I jumped and WHOOSH. Wind caught my shirt and I flew up and forward. I turned around and the mother was incredibly impressed and smiling. I had a little trouble controlling it as it was directed by wind (only for schemata purposes) and for a couple seconds I was randomly moving due to random wind. I quickly fixed this issue.

I flew back down and landed upside on a walkway covering support pole just before she turned a corner. Just like Spider-Man does when he goes to kiss Mary-Jane.







She freaked out.
"NO DON'T KISS ME YOU FUCKIN' PERV!"
"No don't worry ma'am I won't!"
"GET AWAY!"

I climbed down and started running once more to takeoff... and started flying again. I flew up about 100 feet this time. It was incredibly humid and I flew at speeds of around 90mph. It was a perefect 65 degrees or so with humidity and wind when I flew as I was wearing two shirts and pants and shoes.

I hovered upright then went up a bit and looked out into the field. "WOW, IT'S SO VIVID!" I thought. "THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. WHAT A WONDERFUL DREAM."
*caps lock necessary

With all the intense excitement I never woke up. The dream never even faded, and I never even thought about it happening. The clarity just got better and better. I could see the dew on the grass from 100 feet up and all the blades with intense color without my glasses. The fog was still heavy but it made for great environment. I flew around, enjoying myself for a bit.






Not the same environment, but that's literally how I was flying -- although I had my shirt flipped out in my hands when I moved forward at great speeds. With hovering I just let it sit on me normally.

Dream skips

I am just off the end of my "runway" looking toward it. I shapeshift into Optimus Prime (that's right, bitches!)






You have absolutely NO idea how weird/epic it is when your body creates a nervous system for this 20-foot-tall (in the dream) mechanical transformers body made of metals and electricity and gears.

A radio signal came in through my new mech body.
"zchzchchzchzcchhhh.... Optimus... the evil boss is planning to attack."


"Autobots... Transform!" I said. I even had the Optimus voice.

I didn't turn into a semi-truck, and the autobots didn't necessarily fit either. I hovered up into the air then transformed into an F22 raptor, as did all my little autobots.







We flew over at incredibly fast speeds forward -- as if I took off from my "runway" and never turned. It was foggy, and we flew above it. I originally had a cockpit view, but I got rid of the cockpit and had just the HUD -- elevation, wingspan, reticle, etc.






Not the same environment, but like this.

We reached a huge asian looking base on a floating island and a ton of aircraft came out. The next ten minutes was epic dogfights with my new mechanical F22 Raptor nervous system (movement and senses.)

I'm really liking this shapeshifting thing. And flying. And not even for animal forms... but mechanical.



Musical Entry to come on this dream soon... It's dubstep, in Optimus Prime form!

Mancon's Dream

I was sleeping in a hotel room when I heard someone shouting "Fire!" in the next room over. I shot up, and rushed to the door. The door wouldn't open. I switched on a light switch, and the lights flickered and went out. Wait a minute...I did a reality check and was relieved to find out I was dreaming.

I stabilized the dream. Now that I knew it was a dream, I completely forgot about the fire, and opened the door with ease.

Across my room was an elevator. I pressed the elevator button, heard a bing, but it didn't open! I could hear a dog barking in the elevator, but the doors weren't budging! I reminded myself it was a dream and managed to open the doors.

A dog came shooting out, and I grabbed him. I didn't want to risk getting stuck in the elevator, and saw a window in the hallway. I held the dog in my arm and jumped out the window.

I was happy to be in a busy city, with tall buildings everywhere. I kept walking until I found a street corner. When I turned the corner, I imagined a bus stop there so I could get to Chichen Itza.

A big green bus was waiting for me there! I stepped inside and told the short bus driver to take me to Chichen Itza. I looked around, trying to find anyone that matched people's descriptions in the project. I was still holding the dog, and people kept coming up to me wanting to pet it. I shouted out to everyone "Hey this is a dream! Lucid dreaming! Dreamviews!" Nobody even bothered to look up.

I stood up, and set the dog down. I walked around the bus examining everyone closely. "This is a dream!" Finally someone looked up, surprised. They were asian and looked exactly like..."fOrceez?" I said.

He held up a notepad he had been drawing on. It was a girl wearing only a bra. I laughed. "fOrceez, your dreaming!" I told him. He refused to believe me, and looked at me sadly.

I couldn't convince him he was dreaming, so I decided to do someone really memorable that he might remember. I punched him right in the face and screamed "I HAD SEX WITH MY TEACHER LAST NIGHT!!"

He looked at me shocked, when I heard a loud BANG. I woke up.

Dakota and I were in a car talking about sex.

Another dream:
Something had to do with my muscles.

Hello! I'm on my third DJ entry now, and this one is quite a sexually explicit one so I won't post much details because of forum rules for posting sexually explicit details. So basically this entry is just fragments but still an entry none the less.

Anyway, on to the main topic of discussion which I believe would probably be my progress which I also believe is much more important. I can definitely see my recall improving which is great. As well, I'm starting to train myself to become more aware that I am dreaming. And finally, vividness is going up dramatically because of training my brain to recognise dreams.

I'm thinking that because I'm making use of my dreams that my brain finally recognises that they are not just useless pieces of information and throwing them away instantly when I wake up. I guess my advice to anyone who wants to have better recall and vividness is to start a dream journal. I can finally see why its recommended.

In terms of my latest sleep, its been pretty good. I can't complain. I went to bed at 6pm last night and woke up today at 9am.

Anyway, that it is for news today.

- Cheers!

August 3 - 4, 2011 - Dream Sex

Vividness: 7 / 10
Lucid?: No
# of Dreams: 2

Guide:

[-] Lucid
[-] Non - Lucid
[-] DC talk
[-] Notes

Alright, so this is kind of weird but before I start I need to mention that I actually had a feeling before I went to sleep that I was going to have sex in a dream. I guess that was what induced it.

Dream 1
I was with a bunch of friends in what seems like a weird sort of hotel - b&b. I remember sitting on the floor with my friends and we were playing cards in a dimly lit room. Can't remember the exact number of people there were but it was enough to fill a few rooms with what I assume 2 or 3 beds each. I shared a room with one of best friends M.C and we were about to head off to sleep when I abruptly mentioned to one of friends K.L who is a girl of course, if she wanted to have sex. Astonishingly, she said sure.

I can't believe I didn't go lucid here. I should have known that such a casual answer from her without any hesitation meant that I'm dreaming.

Anyway, I went to her room which she wasn't sharing with anyone and we were about to do our thing but she remembered that she had to do something first before we got started. She left the room and headed downstairs and outside. I looked out the window from my bedroom which overlooked the parking lot and I saw her dad sitting in a car and K.L talking to her dad. I decided to wait by sitting on my bed. After about 10 minutes I grew impatient and went outside to see what was going on. I saw her dad outside by the car and he gave me strange look.

Well this is awkward.

Well I guess she forgot about me or something because as soon as she saw me we went back upstairs and her dad drove off. I asked her as we were going up the stairs, "Can we finally have sex now?"
"Yeah alright you can do me if you want."

LOL.

We go to her room and we start...
(Sexually Explicit Stuff Here)
Finally, we're finished and I head out of my room and I see everyone standing out in the hallway with blank expressions. I guess they overheard us.

This is where it gets even weirder.

Dream 2
After I see everyone look at me I begin to experience some weird sort of hallucination. My dream transfers over to this shopping mall and I experience this weird hallucination not quite like any other dream I've had. I'm in this empty shopping mall and my vision seems really blurry. I'm looking for K.L but I can't seem to find her anywhere. The ground starts shaking and gravity is shifted horizontally. Tables and chairs go flying as I try to hold on to this pole. Its no use and I have to let go. I go flying sideways where I end up experiencing this long falling sensation.

I then wake up abruptly.

I think it was somewhat of a nightmare or something. It was pretty weird.

I was with a black girl and I started to suck her toes. She starts to press on my dick with her other foot. At some point she changes into my wife and I start to fondle her breasts. She turns over, face down on the bed.
I go downstairs to get a drink and a group of teenagers ring the bell. I ask them why they are here and they avoid my question. More kids come to the front yard and someone shows me a laptop with an old photo of myself. I become suspicious and start interrogating the kid. Somehow I discover that the laptop was owned by an old co-worker

DJ Log: July 25, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: • NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking into a garage with a small workshop area off to the side. There are a couple of covered cars sitting in the garage, as well as many piles of parts. There is a large workbench in the back of the garage with disassembled engines on it. There is a motorcycle frame on a stand near the bench. In the corner of the garage is a doorway which leads into a smaller workshop area with a bench, a toolbox and some power tools on the bench.

I walk into the workshop area and find a guy sitting on a stool at the bench. When I walk in, he looks at me and smiles as he is working on a carburetor. I ask his name, and he replies, “I'm David.” We talk for a bit about his Toyota trike. He explains to me all about how he is changing the V-6 engine out for a supercharged 4-cylinder with much more horsepower. While he is talking, we walk out into the garage area. I read the nameplate on the fender and it says something like Corado, but the letters look different every time I try to read it. The rear half looks like a dune buggy and the front looks like a Harley Davidson.

When I go to sit down on a milk crate in the garage, I feel something uncomfortable in my back pocket. I reach back and pull a remote control out of my pocket. While looking at the remote, something seems a bit off. I look at David and say, “I went to sleep with this remote in my pocket, so this means that this is a dream and I am lucid.”

I am puzzled by why I would have gone to sleep with a remote control in my pocket. Perhaps, in an attempt to produce a satisfactory reason why this would have happened, I was able to identify that I was dreaming.

I immediately become lucid. David looks at me like I am crazy, and then walks back into the workshop area and sits down on a stool. I follow him to the workshop and say, “This is a dream. Do you know what that means?” He looks at me puzzled for a moment, and then says, “Does this mean that you're going to kill me, then rape me?” I reply, “No, silly. We're going to make sweet, sweet love, right here on top of the toolbox.”

We begin kissing, and then fall backward onto the toolbox. The toolbox is not a very comfortable object to lean against, so we roll onto the floor and continue kissing. I grab a handful of his hair and pull him in even closer, and he does the same. We both melt into the floor in a full-on make out session. Without any warning, I wake up.

It's black. I'm falling asleep and I'm surprised I noticed. I'm aware of my limbs but I can't feel my blankets. This blank canvas of a reality begins to form around me. It's almost like an abandoned warehouse but it's not scary or unnerving in the slightest. A bit of the paint around me is chipped a little, and the place is well lit, but most of what I remember is this feeling of openness and possibility. Whenever I realize I'm lucid two urges really push forward. Sex and powers. Sometimes I have the strong urge to go fly or practice telekinesis, other times, just horny. If I was totally aware every time, I would pick powers mostly because it's impossible in the real world and it's kind of waste to spend an entire LD on sex but I was already on the way.

I knew I couldn't do anything in this empty place so I closed my eyes and span. The place I most connect with encounters with the opposite sex is the clubbing district in a city I used to live in. I ended up in a clubbing district when I opened my eyes but it wasn't one I recognized. It was significantly poorer than the one I remember. I went into the first open bar. In it were several friends from the city I'm living in now. None of which were actually into going clubbing funnily enough.

I'll spare the sexual details but there honestly wasn't much. Everything stayed around 1st to 2nd base mostly for some reason.

I wake up and go back into LD's four more times after this. I can't remember anything about them because they were all short and generally unstable. I do remember being on my knees, my hands flat on a dirt floor trying to stabilize the last dream before I gave up and just got out of bed.

Lucidity: 8/10
Vividness: 9/10
Length: ~15 Min.

[NOTE] I took 100mg of Vitamin B6 an hour before bed last night, I can remember everything all so clearer and I was much aware than normal.

I was on the school bus and I realized that school doesn't start for another 4 weeks. So I tried to force my right finger into my left hand and it worked. I was like "yep, this is a dream." So I flew out of the bus and hovered over the land around me. It was very beautiful. Then I flew as fast as I could up and forward. I was as high as two mountains put on top of each other and it was very vivid and I was filled with joy. To my left was a very fertile land and to my right was the desert. I flew left and gently went down. There was a small hill so I jumped really high and grabbed on the ledge, I actually felt pain because my back still hurts in real life from Hobart. I got up and was looking at the view when I heard a gunshot, I looked behind me and an old man wearing old western clothes was shooting at some sort of animal. I flew past him and stole his shotgun, although he didn't really seem to mind. So I found a few boars and shot at them, but they wouldn't die. I said "fuck it!" and flew below the highway I was under. I saw a boat where Emma Watson was so I went next to her and she crouched while I took my "thingy" out. When I got it out, she said that it looked like a lizard on top. Then she stood up again, so I grabbed her shoulders and made her kneel. Then she started to suck it and then I woke up. I obviously tried to DEILD and obviously it didn't work.

Today I had a ton of FA's. One involved my friend waking me up, and when i woke up, I told him about the dream I had about him waking me up, even though I was still dreaming. The next one involved some asian girl riding me. Another one involved some girls wanting me to go inline skating with them. This was all during a nap.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was night. Two male cops stood in the threshold of a back door in some alley. In the alley stood two other men. One man was like a Chief of Police or an even higher up law enforcement or civil defense officer. The other man had been a police officer.

All the men had a 1950s kind of look. They were all white and overweight. The police were in their usual blue uniforms. The Chief was in a similar uniform. But the former cop was wearing something like a white t-shirt and a cap that looked somehow plasticky and boyish, almost like a mix between a milkman's hat and a propeller cap. The former cop was also a bit fatter than the other men.

The two cops had caught the former cop in some kind of really terrible act. It wasn't just criminal: it was disgusting. The two cops thought the former cop would be taken out of the force or thrown in jail. But the Chief announced that the man had been hired into some even higher security position. The clothes the man wore indicated this position to the men.

The two cops seemed to have asked, in a kind of veiled way, why the man had been promoted into an elite security force rather than arrested or fired altogether. The Chief said something like, "Well, I guess the higher ups just thought he was good at something."

The Chief walked the man away from the door and through the dark alley to something like a big van.

I was now walking with the man through a dark hallway and into a big, dark bedroom. There was just enough light for me to see what was going on in the bedroom. But I don't know where the light was coming from. It was like a dim flashlight.

Before our walk down the hallway, the man had been poisoned somehow. He was uncomfortable at first. But now he collapsed.

The man lay face down on the floor with his head and shoulders under the mattress of what may have been a bunk bed with a pretty thick, but kind of plain, wood frame. The man was completely naked.

For some reason I had to start massaging the man's back. It may have had something to do with getting the poison out. I massaged by making my hands into a fist and then pounding on the man's back with the underside of my fist.

I wondered if this was really necessary, or if the man weren't somehow tricking me into giving him a massage because it turned him on to have "younger" men give him a massage. I felt kind of violated by that thought, but I thought it couldn't be true.

But then, for some reason, I imagined being his "maid," but still as myself, as a man. I wore some kind of short, pink, iridescent dress with a fluttery skirt. I thought that eventually, after I massaged the man, the man would want to have sex with me. In my kneeling position, I moved up and down as if to practice the sexual motions I'd use while straddling the man.

I figured that it wasn't worth it to massage the man, and that he really didn't need me to massage him to get the poison out. I stood up and walked out of the room.

As I left the room, the man turned a little onto his side, so that his rear end was still facing me. He called to me, saying my name quite audibly. I turned to look down to him. He showed me the index finger of his right (?) hand.

Apparently the man had either crapped himself or just had a lot of crap in his colon. He had stuck his finger up or near his butt and got a load of crap heaped onto the finger. He was showing me this, as if to turn me on somehow.

I walked out of the room and through the hallway. The hallway was even darker than the room. Two Latina girls came walking from some pitch black room at the end of the hallway. They both looked kind of the same: very skinny, maybe in their early teens, with long, wavy hair, and wearing dark, v-necked, sleeveless or almost sleeveless t-shirts.

The Latina girls passed me. I thought that the girls must be going to have sex with the man. I wondered if there weren't two girls because one of them was originally meant for having sex with me.

But, I possibly thought, it didn't seem like having sex with the man so I could have sex with one of the girls would be much of a trade-off. And, given the way the man acted, I didn't think the sex with the girls would be untainted by whatever kind of nasty acts the man wanted to pull.

Dream #2

I was at my office, which was dark, as if it were night and less than half the lights in the office were on. There were a few other people in the office with me. Among them was my co-worker JM, and probably some of the people in his department, none of whom I recognized.

We stood in some area that seemed like a mix between a reception area and a conference room. The place seemed kind of open, with a bit of an L shape, but with both parts of equal size.

There seemed to be a reception desk as well as an executive desk in the "top" part of the L, while the "bottom" part had a kind of conference table. Off to the right side of the L, there was the wall of a cubicle, as if a long row of cubicles (with no lights on over them) started there.

There was also a weird decoration somewhere between the executive desk and the conference table. It looked like a wagon wheel. But it seemed to be made completely out of black iron. The spokes of the wheel also had a twirled look, and they may also have had knobby, node-like ornamentation along them.

There was some small discussion among some of us. Some people, including my boss, may then have left the room. JM remained. I had quit my job, but for some reason I was talking to JM about future tasks I'd be taking care of, as if I hadn't really quit my job.

But JM knew I'd quit my job. He didn't confront me directly about it. Instead, he started talking about all the people around him who had a lot of work to do and who would have really benefitted by having someone like me around.

There was a smaller office desk right next to the conference table. I either sat down at that desk or looked at it (it may have had a smaller, wooden "wagon-wheel" ornament on top of it). I said to JM that maybe I didn't need to quit after all. I thought that if all those people would like me to be around, and if I could do work that they'd appreciate, I could probably stay.

Lucidity: 7/10
Vividness: 8/10
Length: ~5 Min.

I was in a bar and the bar tender liked me, so I asked her to come behind the place where you can buy beers. I was like "don't say anything else since she's listening to you, for once." So while she was giving me a hand job, I was fingering her butt and fisting her vagina. Her vagina was huge, I could fit my head in there. While I was finishing, I said "I'm about to cum" and I aimed for a cup and missed. Then I cleaned it up.

This first dream is out of order, but I went ahead and posted it for the Nightstalker Task Club.

July 8, 2011
Lucid Dream 241: Arise From Your Grave
Series: Task-tacular, Episode 2
DILD



It was night time and I was hanging out on the deck of some random house. There were several other people with me, but I can't remember who they were. We were talking about forming a Resistance Group in order to fight off the military. Apparently, some other country had taken over the eastern United States. During these talks, I suddenly realized I was dreaming.

I jumped off the deck and landed in the yard below. There was a full moon and the trees around the area looked quite sinister in the dark. It reminded me of the Nightstalker Task Club. I decided to resurrect some bodies. I looked around the yard and noticed a large area where the grass had died and there were scattered tombstones. I stood above it and started muttering some made-up incantation. I flexed my fingers and started to feel a force connected with my hand. It felt like my hands were magnetized to the ground. With a bit of extra effort, I slowly raised my arms/hands up into the air. As I did this, the ground began to crumble in front of me and a group of zombie soldiers emerged from the ground. They were wearing very futuristic gear and holding strange looking guns. Their body armor was metal and very robotic. It was sort of like soldier from Halo, only with less armor coverage. They moaned and wandered randomly around the yard I was in. They didn't seem to be interested in me at all. My hands still felt heavy, so I lifted them even higher into the air. A large metal frame began to surface. It was the frame of a Knightmare (a mech unti from the anime Code Geass). It was black and looked awesome. I couldn't wait to get into the knightmare and kick some zombie ass with it. As I was climbing into the unti, my dream began to fade. I thought, "No please, just a bit longer...don't do this now!" I tried to hurry up and get into the knightmare, but I awoke before I got the chance.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Task-tacular," I take on the Advanced Tasks of the Month, Tasks of the Year, or some other sort of predetermined dream task. Stay tuned for more episodes in the series.



June 15, 2011
Lucid Dream 242: Free Table Show
Series: Sexcapades, Episode 11
DILD



I was at some huge park-like area. There was some sort of mellow music concert going on west of my position. Me, JT, Cliff, and some other random people were sitting on top of a grassy knoll. We were passing a blunt and I was slowly becoming lucid. Finally, I full grasped the fact that I was dreaming.

I looked around and saw a baseball. I picked it up and told JT that I would challenge him to a throwing contest. He threw first and it went about as far as I expected. I then put some extra thrust into mine and launched it. As it soared across the landscape I used my lucidity and dream control to push it further and further along. Finally, it landed after traveling and impossible distance. We threw again and the same thing happened. JT had caught on and said, "Wait a second? We are dreaming aren't we?" I laughed and told him that he was a bit slow today.

We took flight and flew down toward a large blue building. I landed in a seated position on the window seal. A few moments later, JT came crashing into me and I fell backwards through the window and into the building. I fell around 20 feet onto a concrete floor. It didn't hurt in the slightest. I got to my feet and jumped up into the rafters. I started swinging around the rafters, using the beams like a gymnast. After doing this for a bit, I landed back down on the concrete floor. I noticed there was now a group of people sitting at a table in the middle of the room. I recognized many of them. One of them was the asian chick from the tv show, "Glee." Another was a girl I know, "Nii." I walked up to her and began kissing her. We kissed for a bit and then she pulled away from me, smiled and said, "Not here!" I told her we were dreaming and it didn't matter. She didn't believe me at first so I told her to do a nose pinch RC. She did and then started kissing me. I pulled down her shorts and slid "myself" inside of her. I started banging her on the table as everyone else just seemed to watch us. It was a little strange, but I didn't care. After a bit, my friend Cliff walked into the room and started talking to me. We carried-on a conversation as if I wasn't having sex with lots of people watching (can't remember what was said). I began to get really intense with the thrusts and the dream started to fade. I just kept on going and eventually everything went dark. I immediately prepared to DEILD.

Series Details
Class is thrown out the window in the dream series, "Sexcapades." Not unlike your favorite porn video, I unleash my inner "Ron Jeremy" and give those DCs what they are looking for ! Stay tuned for more entries to the series!



July 15, 2011
Lucid Dream 243: Everybody Dance Now...
Series: Land of Dreams, Episode 12
DEILD



I transitioned back into the dream and found myself on a stage with a closed curtain. There were quite a few people on the stage with me and they turned and told me to get ready because they were about to open the curtain. Everyone was standing still with their eyes looking toward the ground. I moved into a vacant area on the stage and did the same. The curtain opened and I could hear people cheering and clapping. It then got silent and some music turned on. It was a pop song, but I can't remember the lyrics. Everyone started dancing, so I did as well. Apparently, this was some sort of dance competition. Naturally, I made my way up to the front of our group and started dancing in the spotlight. The crowd was going insane as the rest of the group stopped and I was performing a dance solo. I did a crazy variation of the moonwalk and performed some Usher-like dance moves. The music then changed to a rap-like club song. A very attractive chick joined me at the front of the stage and we began dancing in a pretty sexual manner. The crowd loved it and started throwing flowers on the stage.

The music stopped and I noticed someone had beer pong set-up on the stage. I went and challenged two guys to a game of pong. With my superior beer pong skills and a little help from lucidity, I was kicking their ass. The cups kept changing into strange glasses of many random sizes. A couple were no bigger than a shot glass, but I managed to make them anyway. The game never ended because more glasses and cups kept randomly showing up all over the table. The dream was very unstable at this point and I had to stop and stabilize the dream several times to keep it going. Eventually, it completely faded and I woke up.

Series Details
In the dream series, "The Land of Dreams," I explore the depths of my subconscious. With no real goals in mind, I explore the creative lands and characters that come before me. Who will I meet? Where will I go? What will I do? These are the dreams that fit into no particular category. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

May 31, 2011
Lucid Dream 238: Funeral Fun
Series: Friends, Episode 13
DILD



I was at a funeral and all of my classmates from high school were there. For some reason, the funeral was taking place on the front lawn of my childhood home. Apparently, a girl from my class had died. It was "CW," a girl who only attended my school for a single year. Me, Cliff and a group of girls we knew, were walking around looking at the flowers and pictures and whatnot. The girls seemed uninterested in everything and were laughing and making jokes. I could see some close friends of CWs sitting on the porch, looking at the laughing girls with disgust. I walked over to the porch and sat down with them.

I commented on how disrespectful some people could be and started talking about CW. I told them that I didn't know the details of her death and I asked what had happened to her. They told me she had wrecked her vehicle into a creek that was only a couple feet deep. Her pants were hung on the luggage rack, so she was trapped underneath the vehicle and drowned. One of the guys sitting there, GL, got up and dramatically acted out what had happened on a nearby vehicle. He hooked his belt loop through the luggage rack, clutched his throat, acted as if he was struggling to catch his breath, and then let his body go completely limp. It was quite an unusual scene, but somehow I stopped myself from laughing at his antics.

Suddenly, I was now back in my old high school. My friend Ryano looked at me and said, "Lets get lucid!" I was a bit startled by this sudden comment and looked around my environment. I realized that I definitely shouldn't be in high school. I knew I was dreaming.

I got out of my desk and walked out into the hallway. The teacher was yelling at me to come back in the room, but I ignored her. I ran down the hallway and noticed an extremely attractive girl sitting in the lobby. Knowing I couldn't fail, I purposely said the cheesiest line I could think of, "Are you ok? You didn't hurt yourself when you fell from heaven, did you?" She smiled at me as if I was the smoothest dude on the planet. I then decided to throw out my friend JTs drunken pick-up line, "Hey, you wanna f*** me?" With emphasis on the "f*** me." She stood up and began kissing me. I picked her up against the wall and slid "myself" inside her. Suddenly music began playing in the background. It was a very slow and romantic song and the lyrics went, "Now, now ba-by...love don't hurt...now, now ba-by...love don't hurt." I thought it was a bit odd, but I kept pounding away anyway. The dream started to fade, so I stopped and stabilized.

I decided I was done with pointless sex and wanted to do some wall running, matrix-style. I took off running along the nearby wall and then jumped to the adjacent wall and began running along it. All in one smooth transition without touching the floor. I continued wall running up and down the halls. A few times, I lost my balance and had to start over. The bell rang and students began flooding the hallways. I decided to get a little mischievous. I started flying around kicking people, tackling random people, and even stopped to make-out with a pregnant chick, lol. At one point, I noticed I was wearing really tight spandex super hero pants. I started floating around the hallways shouting in a cliche super hero voice, "Make room for Captain Yoshi!" People began taking pictures of me and letting out some cliche "ooooohs" and "aaaaahhhs" as I posed in cliche super hero poses . The dream faded soon after and I wasn't able to hang on to it. I awoke.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!



June 5, 2011
Lucid Dream 239: The Not So Shared Dream Experience
Series: Friends, Episode 14
DILD



I was sitting in a room with my friends Mike and Diddy. We were talking about lucid dreaming and Inception. I told them we should try to share a dream. I explained to them how to WILD. I then laid down on the couch and they both just laid in the floor. I closed my eyes and almost instantly, started seeing through my eyelids and sat up on the couch. Mike and Diddy were still asleep in the floor, so I woke them up and told them we were lucid.

I told them to follow me. They got up and I dove head first out of the nearest window. We flew around in the sky for a bit and then landed in a large field. I asked them, "What should we do?" Mike said, "What do you usually do?" I replied, "I dunno, I usually do random things like make tornadoes, or fight things, or f***." Diddy wanted to make tornadoes, so I held my hand out and acted as if I was a powerful wizard. I shouted, "Come forth! Demons of the sky!" Suddenly, the sky got dark and lightning started flashing. A funnel cloud formed and touched down at the other end of the field. I held out my arm, concentrated on the twister, and started moving it across the field. As I slowly moved my arm, the tornado moved along with it. It seemed to lag behind my motions quite a bit though. I sent the twister into the surrounding woods. Trees were being uprooted and tossed around the area.

Mike and Diddy summoned their own tornadoes and they started dueling with them. They were trying to bump each others tornado out of the field and into the woods. Mike's tornado had a red tint to it and Diddy's had a green tint. I then brought my tornado around and back into the field with theirs. I challenged both of them to a 2-on-1 twister battle. As their tornadoes approached mine, I split my tornado in two, by holding out both arms together and pulling them apart. I then moved the two twisters on either side of the other ones, and pinched together, swallowing them up in the process. The four tornadoes had combined to create one massive tornado that was under my control. I slung it through the woods with my arm, and it left a trail of destruction behind it. I told Mike and Diddy to follow me, and then I took flight.

I flew directly at the massive tornado. Mike and Diddy shouted from behind me, "What are you doing?" I shouted back to them, "We are going to fly into it, come on!" I approached the tornado and could feel the wind resisting my flight. I was now flying in slow motion as I got closer and closer to the twister. As soon as I touched the funnel cloud, I was sucked into it. I caught a quick glimpse of Diddy and Mike as I spun around and around the twister in a violent manner. The wind was intense and my vision began to blur. I suddenly woke up on the couch that I had fell asleep in. I woke Mike and Diddy up and we started talking about how awesome the dream was. I was thinking, "I actually shared a dream...that was awesome!" A few moments later, I woke up in my bed and realized I had actually been dreaming the entire time and hadn't really shared a dream.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!



June 5, 2011
Lucid Dream 240: Yoshi, The Train Conductor
Series: Friends, Episode 15
WILD



After writing down the previous dream, I headed back to bed. I felt SP kicking-in, so I just went with it.

The transition was fairly short. My body started floating above my bed and I could hear some static and muffled conversation. After a bit, I saw through my eyelids and everything had stopped. I new I had transitioned into the dream. I saw someone walking toward me and noticed it was my friend Deej. I sat up in my bed and noticed he looked super pissed. He pointed his finger in my face and said, "If I was your parents, I'd whip your ass!" I laughed and said, "What the f*** are you talking about? Lets go fly!" He seemed to snap out of it and followed me out onto the back deck.

We both took off running and leapt into the air. We flew around for a bit, but I was struggling with my flight control. I seemed to move perfectly in straight lines, but my turning was very slow and unresponsive at times. After a bit, we both landed on the road side. I told Deej I was going to pull a Kobe and jump over the next car that went by. I tried to imagine a car coming around the corner, but it didn't work. Suddenly, Deej shouted at me and told me to turn around. I turned around and saw a train coming up the road. It was a very odd sight to see a train riding through a neighborhood. I waited until it was just in front of me and I jumped into the air. I only jumped about half the height of the train, so I kicked off the front of the train to get an extra boost. I landed on top of the train and turned toward the front. I held out my arms and felt the wind blowing into my face. It felt really awesome.

I looked around and noticed there were many bars on top of the train that looked like handles. I crouched down and grabbed two of the handles and began steering the train around the neighborhood. I could feel the physics of the entire train within my grasp. It was really cool how heavy it felt when I turned, and how I could feel the many cars behind me slowly following suit. I looked back and never saw the end of the cars. This train was huge. I decided to try and make it fly. I pulled up on the bars with everything I had and the front of the train lifted off the ground a bit. It was crazy heavy and I could feel the weight of the train in my grip. I pulled extremely hard again and this time I managed to lift the first few cars off the ground. I woke up as I strained to lift the rest of the train.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!