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For the past week or so I have been waking myself up 4.5-5 hours after going to sleep. So bed at 11PM, and waking at around 3:30-4:00. I have been trying to WILD at least once every morning. I have had so-so dream recall for as long as I have been gone off these forums, and I wanted to get back into lucid dreaming. I actually had a short layer one lucid dream a few days ago, but it only lasted about 30-45 seconds before the dream went dark and I could not regain control of the dream before waking up. I had just set out my dream journal this morning next to my lava lamp so I could use its dim light to write down my early morning dreams and grab a sip of water and use the restroom, etc. I'll copy the fragments from the early morning down, and then the second dream is going to be the one I had after waking about 2 hours later.

Visiting St. Louis

Don't remember much. I visited St. Louis in this dream, but it was much smaller than it should have been. I suppose it more closely resembled Jerseyville, which is where I am moving to in a couple of weeks. Driving into town with my brother Kris, mother and father, I arrived separately. I took the main road and came across the house we are soon to be moving into. I saw a car with my eldest brother Jeff, his wife Rose, and their kids at an intersection. Rose and Jeff actually live about a block or two away from our new house IRL. Since I arrived first I decided to check out the house. There was some guy who was watching over the house until we arrived. He was very shy, and he freaked out when he saw me. I tried to communicate with him but he shook his head and ran outside, never to be seen again. I then went to the motel room our family was staying in, and it was a motel 6. The entire room was renovated and changed per mother's request. A wall had been taken out, and it had been converted more to a small apartment with full furnishings and whatnot. We heard someone outside the door, and it sounded extremely close. Opened the door the investigate, but nobody was there strangely. Turns out the entire apartment building was doing their own renovations, so there was much hammering and Drilling going on.

I then checked out the rest of the town and saw some pretty large back yards that resembled my old house from when I was real young. This one house had a creek in the back, but it smelled absolutely horrible. The garbage disposal had backed up and sewage was everywhere. The appearance and smell made me gag. I then left, and saw the neighborhood had a bunch of busted pipes and fire hydrants that had caused frozen water to be everywhere. I played with it a bit by breaking some off and throwing it around, feeling it, and whatnot. It was around 35° fahrenheit outside, so not too cold.

Strange house/Office building

I was at the building where I work. I feel like this is a dream repeater, where I have done this before. I had recently got a promotion to some management job, but then I started seeing shadows of people at this place. The building was not actually my work place, but it had the feel of it and my new house. It had 2 stories. Men's bedrooms on main floor, and women's bathrooms on main floor, and vice versa. Men's bathrooms on second floor, and women's bedrooms on second floor. These shadow people had two different kinds. They were all walking in some sort of pattern through the house. There were many shadow people that had the same exact appearance. These people were something different, but I don't remember the explanation. The other kind of shadow person had all sorts of different appearances, but they were sentient. They were the home's previous victims. They were stuck in some sort of time loop. They could not see or hear me. I could see them wandering around, and at one point they were looking at something behind me. I moved over to let them see, and I had been standing in front of a light. I guess me standing there had caused the room to look strange to them. There were at least a dozen of these other victims around the house.

This woman grabbed me from behind, and guided me through the house. She had a microphone pressed next to my mouth and she was trying to convince me to listen to her and do what she says. I don't recall her whole plan, but she says not to tell anybody she exists, and that she is to be trusted. She asks if I will visit her again the next day at the same time, and I say yes. I do so, and she did the same sort of thing to me. She guided me around telling stories. I took note of her appearance this time. She liked red. She had some sort of brown trenchcoat on, red lipstick, red high heels, very red hair. She was a bit overweight, and about a foot taller than me(Making her ~7 feet tall). I spent all this time pretending to listen to her, but really I was gathering information to report her to my boss at work.

The next day I looked for someone to tell my story to. I could not find my current supervisor or team lead, but I did find my previous supervisor, and my previous job's supervisor. I had a conversation with the supervisor at my previous job, Tyler, and he acted like we talk on a regular basis. He is sitting at the computer desk I have in front of me presently, but it was located at this workplace in the dream. He tells me he beat some sort of video game record, and wonders how I don't know what he is talking about. I conclude he is confusing me with my brother, who currently works at the job this man is a supervisor at. I then start to mention my experience with my previous supervisor at my current job, Nicole, and she rushes me to this management room with many chairs and a projector screen. We are to watch a short video, and then I am to share my story with those in the room. I go to grab a seat, but every time I try someone else is sitting there or takes the spot. I get a bit frustrated after a few moments because I am supposed to be the center of attention here, I should get a preferred seat. There ended up being over 30 people crowded in this small area to watch the presentation. I had to sit in a preschool chair that was way too small for me. I noticed I was missing my shirt for some reason. Turns out I was switching shirts every time I got off work, and I forgot to put on the new one? We watch a couple of preview videos as if it were a movie theater. I see a bunch of diversity stuff and anti-trump lectures, and I start to lose my patience after like 15 minutes of watching nonsense. They eventually skip past like 4 more clips and get to the point.

All eyes on me, they ask me for my story. I start to share, and suddenly my chair starts spinning uncontrollably. I try to place my feet on the ground between the chair legs, but they are positioned in a way that prevents me from looking straight. Someone hands me a blanket to cover my torso, since I am shirtless, and I stand up out of my chair to prevent myself looking further like a doofus. Some kid explains the chair is spinning because of some wires beneath it that are tangled. I lift the chair, and sure enough it is being held by cables of some sort. I press it down real hard and it stays in place. I sit back down and explain what this mysterious woman had said to me and what she looked like. I still had some details to share, but the people in charge figured this was enough and started marching out to take action. I mention something about this house is the most important thing to me, and catching this woman isn't my main focus, but I wanted to fix the shadow people instead. The people in charge here ignored me completely and I was forced to leave the building.

I ask myself as I am leaving what I have gotten myself into. As I walk out the door I see a whole army of Daleks flying past me, ignoring me because they're on my side...Uh oh. The people I asked for help from were Timelords, and they were so crazed that the Daleks were friendly to them and obeyed them. Dream kind of ends there, but I remembering going back to the house and seeing a large step before entering the front door. I see some compartment in this ledge and wonder if it opens to some stairs. I open it up, and it was not stairs, it was a doggie door...A small one at that. I am not sure where this fits into the dream, but I also recall seeing my name on the news that I had almost died. I felt both excited seeing my name in the news, but surprised considering I was not harmed at all.

Date: 12 June

Total sleep time: 7 hrs

Pre bed: Gingko

Sleep quality and recall: I was tired after getting only 6 1/2 hrs the day before, yet I spent too much surfing before bed. As a result I slept quite deeply, dreams were vivid, averagely accessible. I was not in the mood to take early notes.The LD chain totally messed up my recall. I recovered the key parts, but dream reality was much more detailed.

WBTB: Had a natural wake earlier and then later than planned. Decided to use the later as WBTB, drank 1/2 RB. Was sleepy so no problems there.

Fragment1: My school

WBTB

Fragment2: A friend from the very distant past finally appears in my dreams (at least this year). She wants some help with her research.

Dream3: I am back to my hometown and meet a neighbor friend of mine. I have some thoughts about her excessive use of alcohol and cigarettes. When I see her, she confirms my expectations, immediately starts smoking and we sit in some cafe/bar outside initially and have some beer. She finishes her bottle and as I notice I have also finished mine. She goes to get another one for her and I want one too. She pays for everything. I am concerned that I have finished my bottle so fast and am about to have a second one. I continue thinking that it is likely that we will drink at least 5 bottles each this evening. I feel drunk and wonder if this is going to mess up my lucidity. I heard there is great REM rebound.

Fragment4:I am in a room, similar to my old place, my parents are there. Dad has some issues and gives me one of his disapproval looks. I remember the bed, did I fall asleep?

My subcon takes over and decides it's time to have a lucid

LD1:

I am above the sea surface, remembering one of my non-current goals to check out things from the past. I don't know why but I end up investigating what happened to the titanic. I pay some thought to what has happened. (I watched the movie a long time ago and can't recall the story). I have thoughts/fake memories that in real life they still don't know what happened and concluded it hit an iceberg. They never found the black box. I am watching a zoomed part of a non-sunken ship when thinking this. I finally remember that I never wanted to know anything about the titanic. I want to move on. I am temporarily disconnected. I simply desire to continue the dream.

My subcon takes over and I easily resume from non-physicality/void.

LD2: I am flying over a city, which is supposedly the place in the past where I want to go. Initially it looks like a toy city in the midst of the ocean, but as control my flight (which is hard), it begins to look like a real city, and I recognize it as Rome. I see the Colosseum, which looks a bit different, also lots of buildings with red rooftops. It feels as if I am flying over ancient Rome at low plane altitude. It is so exciting, I really believe that I have managed to go back in time.

I am zooming in and out ancient Rome to manipulate the city into being the real Rome and not a toy replica. I notice that I am chewing gum. I am now in a large empty and borderless room and Rome is like a mini replica taking a large part of the room. I become concerned about the gum. I have a false memory of the room with dad where I think I have fallen asleep. "Yes, I had a chewing gum", I am thinking and believe I can feel it in my physical mouth. I wrongly remember that CL also fell asleep with chewing gum. I become very worried but decide that I am going to spit/take out the gum and this will make my physical self do it too. I begin maneuvering which makes me semi-enter the void and supposedly feel my physical body. I get out three pieces of chewing gum. I don't feel any gum in my physical mouth so I am relieved. The dream destabilizes and I end up in the void.

LD3 & LD4+:

My memory is a bit messed as the exact initial place where this began as I happen to DEILD back and experience a similar fragment of the dream. The dream was fading so I came back more than once.

I am in what looks like the outskirts of some city, it the midst of mostly greenery. I am talking to this guy, then explore around by myself. There are lots of plants so really no way to give more detail. To my right is some kind of a road with barbed fence, I want to go there, but notice only cyclists use it. I walk around a bit more, dream fades.

I am more or less at the same place and I see the same guy ( who is an actor I don't know his name irl) on the initial trail. I am happy to have some partner to explore with during the dream, but he becomes evil. I do my best to change him, by being overly positive. He initially does not change but instead does something to my back, it really hurts. I am thinking about "invulnerability" from DV competition, so I may try to use it if he continues, but the pain is very strange. He calms down a bit and we move along, still surrounded by greenery.

I am by myself, and have spent quite a while exploring around. While there are mostly plants around, I finally reach the city. It looks like a small town, not too modern or at least that part in front of me. I notice a yellow? building in front of me and some sign "Leyle.."or "Harley". I try to memorize the name so that I can check it out later. I can't recall the surroundings so well anymore.

I look to my left, where across the river I see a more modern looking city, illuminated sign with the location, and the Gateway arch (* that excuse my ignorance I had to later google to confirm is located in St. Louis). I continue on my way but the dream slowly fades.

LD5: I enter a white one-story building. There is a DC woman in front of me and she is saying something with an echo effect. I become excited and start talking with a fake accent, but I can't concentrate much on what I'm saying. The dream feels a bit unstable. Still I want to go on with it and think I may go for transformation this time. But then I notice that lots of DCs are sitting behind a table, starring at me, much like a jury. It dawns on me that this is the perfect opportunity to get naked. I look down/stretch my clothes and with a relief see that this time I am wearing an easy long white polo-style dress. I am still worried that I will wake up once it gets on my eyes, so talk to the DCs first. I tell them to sing along, I want to use the sound as an anchor. I keep repeating, now incorporating a melody "Sing along" as I take my dress off. I now go to take my panties off. Panties gone. I do feel a little weird after these actions, a DC woman is looking at me surprised. I really hope that this isn't for real. I am all naked but for a bra that I try to take off as I wake up.

I am in my body and want to go for a DEILD. I lie on my back and wait but it doesn't work. Interestingly, I am also starving. It is not easy to LD.

What I have noticed today: It was much easier to continue LDing when I had a strong desire to resume with the dream. My subcon did the work, with little involvement on my part, which may account for the successful chaining.

Based on location I am approximating the 5+ LDs to an official count of 4 LDs and 1 micro ld.

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Progress with this months goals (as of 12 June morning):

- Do 100 RCs (10/100)
- notice real life DS 100 times and RC (11/100)
- 10 proper WBTB attempts -> days (5/10)
- 10 morning RCs (2/10)
- 2 proper WILD attempts (0/2)
- task flexibility
- journal flexibility

LDs: 10 (official count)
micro-lds: 2 (for informative purposes, not counted)
suspicious events: 2 (not counted)

EDIT 22.08: after more experience with lds, I realized that this was not DEILD chaining, as I didn't really wake up from the dream and feel my body in any way, just the dream ended and a new one started.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There was a view that was partly like a TV view and partly like a scene that I was inside of. The view was of a kitchen. The kitchen looked like it was from a 1950s TV show, like The Honeymooners. The floor, walls, and tables were grey.

A family was in the kitchen. The children sat at the table with a man who was possibly the kids' father, although he may not have been a relation at all. The wife was walking around in the kitchen, possibly getting food ready. The children were all young, less than ten years old. The children and the mother may all have been wearing heavy nightgowns. The man was somewhat professionally dressed, and he seemed to have waxed hair and a waxed mustache.

The children and the mother were all giving the man a gift. They were going to take the man anywhere he wanted to go. The man was surprised by this gift. He put some serious effort into thinking of where he wanted to go. He may have thought of some exotic places. But then the children began playing some kind of weird tag-like game around the man's chair.

The man seemed to be having just as much fun with this game as the children were having. But the man fell in his chair at one point. He appeared to be injured. The children, who had been afraid of the man before, were now afraid of him again. He may have been knocked out, or he may have been dying. But the kids didn't want to be around when the man had regained enough consciousness to yell at the kid.

The kids ran through some kind of weird place that looked like an outdoor scene indoors. The ground was grey and slightly hilly, but it all seemed to be littered slightly with white wads of paper. The kids found some group of parents.

I was trying to make a point to everybody (even though I wasn't necessarily in the scene) that the man wasn't mad. I now saw the man. He was still lying on his back on the kitchen floor, wheezing in and out, barely conscious. He was being tended to by a man and a woman. He was saying that if he was going to go anywhere it would be to St. Louis, so he could see his family again.

Dream #2

I was in some apartment complex. I had come out of the apartment I was in. The sky was heavy with dark clouds, as if were going to rain heavily or as if it had just gotten finished raining. A man and a woman were walking down the steps from a floor above me. We were leaving the apartment at the same time for some similar reason. We may actually have been leaving together.

I saw a huge American Airlines plane flying really low near the apartment. It flew over a deep green landscape, like trees over a rolling, suburban neighborhood. The plane was so low I thought it was going to crash. But it didn't.

I may have needed to speed up to get where I was going. I ran down a stairwell and then did someb weird move where I slid down one of the vertical poles of the complex.

I was now on the ground level of the complex (even though I may previously have been on the ground level as well). I walked around a corner of the building and went into a laundry room. I had to grab my laundry before I could leave.

Some other people had apparently used the dryers after I had put my clothes in them. The dryers and washing machines were actually stuffed full of clothes, as if at least two other groups of people had come in after me and shoved their clothes into the machines without first taking the clothes out that the previous people had left in. It also appeared to me that some people had taken some of their clothes out already. The laundry room was filled with piles of clothes.

I was kind of worried that my laundry had only been partly done. But I began to pick through all the clothes, trying to find everything that was mine, so I could leave. As I was picking through the clothes I found two pairs of panties. The panties looked like they were for a little girl. They were white and made of terry cloth. They had some design of Tweety Bird and some quote in cursive writing on the front. One pair had a purple waistband and one pair had a pink waistband.

I figured I would steal one of these pairs of panties. Probablyb nobody would notice, I thought. I knew the panties were for a little girl, but I figured I could fit into them as well. I may have decided on the panties with the pink waistband. I may have been worried about getting caught while I was stealing the panties.

I was now sitting in some living room. A woman was walking up a staircase, possibly up from a basement. I was afraid to see her, as if it just seemed so uncanny that she could appear from the stairs. But now the woman came down the stairs from an upper floor. The woman was my co-worker, SP. She was wearing boy clothes. She wore a brown, button-up shirt and a round-brimmed hat. She had a suitcase with her.

SP told me that she had gotten all her laundry taken care of and that she was now leaving. She told me that she had even seen my laundry in the laundry room. Something she said implied somehow that she had actually sorted and folded my clothes for me. I asked her if this was true. She said yes. She said that everything was laid out in the laundry room for me. I may have seen everything on a folding table with a fake wood top in my mind's eye.

SP may have made some comment about how difficult it had been to sort my clothes out of all the other clothes in the laundry room, but how she had done it because she thought it that my clothes were important enough to keep track of.