Vesterguard

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

03-07-11 I slid out of bed during WILD attempt and knew I was dreaming as I never lost consciousness. When I feel a tingle down my right arm I recognise it as paralysis. I start experimenting. I start off by being able to move a phantom arm outside my normal arm and then things pick up speed as I rotate within my body. After this I slide out of the bed somewhat falling somewhat levitating.

My room had a wall where the windows normally are and there were two tellies. Another difference is that there is a guitar hanging above the computer table accompanied by some strange decorations. I start falling through the floor and my breathing is impaired, which frightens me a bit. Although I am fully separated from my physical body location wise I can still feel my breathing and I draw in a deep breath. I decide to brave it and although the image is fading I shout out “I want to remain lucid” (I actually scream this in English though it is a second language). At first my voice is blurry and I am having trouble getting the words out. This isn't new to me however so I scream it again and again. Might do it 4 times in total. As the dream stabilise a bit I notice it is sunny outside so I go towards the window intending to find Mitzu (to clarify if that yellow eyed man eater is actually my dream guide). I start calling her name and start flying through the window. For a brief second I expect problems with the window, but to my surprise I manage to go through it with no issues, however it is as if I am looking from inside the glass for a substantial amount of time, which distorts my vision a bit blurring things. My flight is working fine and as I look down I notice a lot of clutter on the terrace below, some of it is plants the rest I don't figure out in time as the dream ends.

Notes: This was an unintentional WILD. I had tried for an hour before with no success after 2-3 hours of pre-sleep. Think I was too caught up in awareness when I compare the first try with this. Second time I kept sorta singing the Hakuna Matata (LK-WILD FTW!! ^^) mantra as I really wanted to rest, seeing I am ill and all. There were some few spontaneous breath focusing when I saw HHs, but very limited awareness compared to the almost meditative states I experienced before. This mini-awareness was enough for me to recognise though when SP kicked in and I just went for it.

02-07-11 I am at home and I am headed down the state library to hand in some books and pick up some new ones. When down there having dealt with the books I had to I notice that there are several bibles around in a shelf for overdue pick-up dates. I am not sure if this means that I could just pick them up or I have to wait for some sort of clearance. I try to find help, but am unsuccessful, which leads me to the decision that I will just take one. This book is a monstrosity, not sure it is the same size as an actual bible, seeing as it is 15-20 cm wide. I briefly wonder if it will be able to fit in my bag with the other books.

The reason I am interested in this bible is that it is from 1861 and I want to check for inconsistencies with any current edition. I want to check for myself if what I have read is true that it is difficult to tell what the bible actually says as it has been altered that much. I do think that it is a bit of an additional workload seeing as I have my bac project coming up dealing with lucid dreaming, and as I know I will have to read two versions of the bible (as I haven't read it) I will be in for some hard work. I tell myself that I will just briefly through the bibles and then continue with the dreaming stuff.

When I get back home I tell Thure, I talk to my flatmate about how we have access to a lot of information and that we don't actually need to borrow all the books from the library, because we live in it. We can just read through the books we want at night time. With this in mind we start exploring the library and move to the floor above us. This particular section contains a lot of board games and we start looking for one that looks good. I find a board edition of Doom 2 and we start opening that and laugh around with it.

When we are about to get started we get interrupted by a female middle aged librarian wearing a night dress. She asks us what we are doing here at this hour, and she seems ready to call security. We tell her we live here and she immediately asks if we are the ones living below first floor on the right. I confirm and tell her that we can leave if needed, but seeing as we live here she accepts that we are there and begin to retreat to wherever she came from. I tell her “Thanks beautiful” and she smiles and laughs a bit about being called beautiful, she is pleased.

A mate of mine turn up and start hitting on the librarian, they talk for a while, but I don't know if it actually went somewhere.
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I am driving somewhere with a lot of friends of mine. We have access to a mini-map that gives us an indication of where we are compared to each other. It is clear that we are in a race to get where we are going. it is a pretty even run, and you can see on the mini-map when people are hold up waiting for the lights to change.

As we approach our destination it is pretty much a tie and I end up driving my car over a ridge and land on a blue car of one of my mates that has driven a different route and is approaching the lake from below me. Although I land on it, I only skim it, it makes a dent, the damage to the car is really quite limited. All the cars there are expensive and although mildly annoyed that his car has become dented. It isn't enough to ruin his good mood and expectations for what we are about to engage in anyway.

We are going out to a lake to para glide on the water. Not quite kite surfing, but that is the closest way of describing what we do. Before hitting the water I (I think I have turned into “the rock” by this point) I tell my friends I have never done anything like this before. They just laugh, give me a shute and tell me to hit the water. I try and I manage to keep myself above water, but it is difficult to get the shute high enough into the air to give me proper speed and jumping capabilities. I just keep experimenting for a while and one of my mates tell me the wind is sort of dead towards the middle of the lake and the waves are high. I notice this as I nearly crash into a huge wave but manage to avoid it.

After some time I notice there is a talking rat with us that is clearly part of the group. With the appearance of this rat the dream goes full on Narnia on me and Aslon decides to come along in all of his majestic feline form. I have a brief thought of cats hating water, but what the hell it is freaking Aslon. Two of my friends have brought a special edition of the shute harness for him, as his body is somewhat different and heavier he needs two shutes. He informs them that he has never done it before either, and asks what he is supposed to do. They tell him to just try it out and he does so by gracefully flying around making huge jumps and always keeping his shutes high in the air. I hate him a bit for that, but am also impressed with what he can do.
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I am in a kitchen with Delfine and Ronja. Ronja and her are talking outside my hearing range. We are supposed to go and pick up some washing powder or something. After Delfine and Ronja are done talking Delfine comes over to me. She asks me if there is anything going on between Ronja and I, to which I reply no. She tells me that Ronja isn't interested in going out pick up up washing materials, she wants someone to take care of her and start a life. I get the message and feel extraordinary guilty, because this is probably something I have started in the past. She asks me if she should go inform Ronja that I would be glad if she came on to me and I reply “No” and the guild train hits me at maximum velocity. I look over towards Ronja as Delfine is done delivering the message and I feel like a coward for not being able to deliver this myself. I look towards Ronja and I can't decipher if she is crying or not, but if she is it isn't as bad as if her world had completely collapsed.
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I am writing something on my bac project involving lucid dreaming. When I do a count I see that I have more than 5 pages and the semester haven't even started yet. I want to call someone or tell someone, but I can't really think of who.
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Something about big round egg like electrical objects I blow up pyro-kinetically.

Soo, haven't posted anything lately, but maybe getting back in to reporting things here can break the dryspell I am having.

01-07-11 I am at a handball contest, the national team is playing. towards the end of the game the opposing team manages to score a goal to tie the game. However seeing as it is their keeper that throws a penalty throw, the Danish keeper quickly throws the ball towards the other goal. The keeper is running fast though and it isn't the best of throws.

I switch perspectives and I am now a player on the field. I am sprinting towards the opposing team's goal in order to knock the ball in. I manage to do so by launching myself towards the goal.

Next thing that happens is that I am back at the perspective of the audience. There is a dispute whether the goal is actually legal. The dispute says that the keeper has scored an illegal goal, and the first concern of the team is that the goal isn't at all illegal. Second of all I highlight the fact that it was another players scoring the goal so the keepers throw can actually better be considered a pass. The keeper tells me that they will reach a decision within the coming 40 minutes. I tell him that they should highlight the fact that another player had a hand on the goal and that this can be seen from the video recordings of the game. I speak with the player who knocked in the ball and he confirms that he has indeed touched the ball.

I smell something fishy, first of all even if the keeper did score the goal that wouldn't be illegal secondly there has been a council decision that is rolling 2 vs. 2 on the validity of the score. I tell the team that I will investigate.

I find out that there are some black spies working to sabotage the game. When I say black it is because they seem led by the black spie figure of the old school game of black vs. White spies. So I infiltrate their squad and manage to get aboard one of their air planes. It seems like they are in a hurry to get away from the game.

The plane doesn't actually look like a plane on the inside though, it looks more like a trailer that builders use on site for their lunch breaks etc. On board I start breaking stuff. I rip the doors off cupboards and try feverishly to kick in a concrete chimney of sorts wearing my safety shoes. I wonder how it can be that the guys haven't noticed I am there and not one of them, but I suppose my disguise is good enough. When the plane has landed there is a conveyor belt of sorts coming off it and I cut this from the underside so it isn't useful. The conveyor belt seems like a plastic film on top of a filt carpet. I disembark the plane and for some reason the guys aren't getting off it.

Pil is there and he has set up a little table right next to the plane. We seem to be in an area sparse with foliage and rich on rocks and cliffs. I don't get the feeling that we are near any area populated. I decide to sit down with Pil and eat lunch, he is somehow already informed about my actions on the plane and seems to be an accomplish of sorts.

Minka turns up, or at least I think it is Minka, and I tell her that she can have the destroyed conveyor belt as a souvenir. She somehow seems to have something personal invested in this case and is glad that I have done what I have done. I ask her to join us for lunch but as I look around I can't seem to find an additional chair.
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I am in a setting involving a boss fight in a raid in Rift and my main partner here is Duki. Duki is lying n his bed he is awake and in a joking mood. I notice that his body is covered in tattoos, which I find odd as I have never seen him with tats before. I think this scenario repeats itself a couple of times throughout the dream or throughout the night in general, but I am unsure if it is the same or separate dreams.

I am on a small island surrounded by murky water. I am in a raid instance although I am there physically and it feels more like a small complex with leaders in it. I am in the centre and there is a big slug like creature, the raid boss, and all of a sudden it starts running towards me. I know I have little chance of escape as it is, but I enable my speed buff and start running toward a slope where I know we have cleared everything on the top. I don't know if he will stop following me after some time, but I hope and still have my soul recall ability ready if he continues the pursuit.

After a while I am relieved to see that he stops chasing me. I start making my way back down there to initiate the confrontation. I meet up with Duki who seems to be a Dark Knight from Heroes of Might and Magic.

I engage the boss with a spear and rely on agility to keep him from hitting me. Duki isn't joining in in the way I would have liked and I shout out that I want him to charge the slug while I keep it occupied. The first successful charge like this is when I somehow wrap the spear around my body, ground the foot of the spear and manage to apply the head to the neck of the slug, immobilising him.

I shout out “now” to Duki and this time he comes charging in. I don't know if it is the killing blow or not, but I remember nothing more of that particular dream.
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FA: I wake up and look at my dream journal. I wonder about this as I know I have stopped writing things down in the book. I rationalise that I must have been awake briefly and started writing stuff down. I wonder why I haven't finished the sentence I started.. it ends with the word “there” but it is very clear that the sentence is incomplete.

23/02/11 I am travelling on trains. Lots of times. we encounter policemen and guards who are supposed to control tickets. We climb to the roofs of the trains in motion to avoid detection. At a certain train station I get left going out of the train to take a breather, twice. I am not a happy bunny. I throw a litter bin onto the tracks in hopes that it gets destroyed as a train will run past it. My ticket is still valid for the next train though.

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I am half asleep. I think about train tracks as I have dreamt of these. Slowly a blurred image of me moving in a vehicle besides train tracks appears. it stabilises. I don't dare take my eyes of the window yet. I need the dream to stabilise a bit more. I finally get a crystal clear image and take a look around. I am in something best described as a very short bus. Except there is no driver. I see that the weather is still grey. I fly out through the window, not breaking the glass. I fly a little upwards and start overtaking cars that break as they see come flying past them. The wind is strong, and I stop up mid air. I get blown back heavily and I get a passing anxiety of falling over and hurting myself until I think otherwise. I think this is going to be cool demonstrating how you can go from heavy momentum to a slow walking speed without any problems, so I do just that. there are now people on the streets and it is sunny. I see a lady walking by n a yellow top with massive breasts. She turns me on a bit and reminds me of the monthly task. I keep walking and ask the first woman I see “hey lady, could I borrow you for a second?” she gets a bit shocked when I kiss her. She asks why I did that and my reply is something as lame as “happy new year”. She decides to follow me and asks if I ever had sex with random travellers, to which I reply that I haven't. She says she has and although she is a bit plumb and I don't really find her attractive I decide why not. We head towards a house and as she is turning slightly around I place my hand on her stomach and slims her down a bit.. I guess she really is a DC then. We try having sex, but I have some blocking and can't get in. I keep trying to focus on her eyes, but soon the dream destabilise.

14/02/11 I am in some sort of apartment complex that is nothing like the one I live in. Although I live there. Daniel and Mick are going to join in for some wow. I telle them I will take them through some instances to boost them a bit.

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I wake up, I realise I have slept little more than 5 minutes, I cannot understand that and I ask Thure if it is the next day or something. I am getting a bit ill. I take an apple and go back to bed.

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I am at a bus stop, some woman is asking me to look after her kid who is not far away at the stop as well.

I find him and make sure he is within my sphere of attention. I look across the street and see Maria, Swedish Maria from EIMS, and give her a brief nod.

She nods back and looks at me in a funny way.

I start dancing down the street, in a particular way I end up spinning around impossibly leaned backwards being held up by the momentum, until the point where I have to break it off because I am headed into a tree.

This gets her attention and she is now laughing, I compliment her on her hair. Inge is walking by and apparently they are headed towards the same pub for a dinner arrangement.

I walk with them in and at this dinner arrangement turns out to be my entire family. I shake hands with a lot of them and exchange compulsory pleasantries, but I am headed for the door.

I get stuck between a huge man, called Marius who apparently is the new boyfriend of Nancy (who died recently).

I sit down, and my grandfather on my mothers side asks me if I would like to start us off, whereupon he can continue talking about “Peder-something”. I have no idea why I am there, but start off with explaining I might be difficult to hear.

I then make some linguistic fuck up, by mixing Danish and English and explain that I do that a lot, and that probably my grandfather, on my father's side could help me out with that.

Then I start speaking about the things I have learned from my other grandfather, my mom starts laughing as if she could read my mind about the joke I am about to tell. That I have learned how to drink Schnaps from him.

There is more I want to tell, but I wake up before I get there.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

26/01/11 I was with Ronja and realised I was dreaming, I take the chance and turn the dream sexual. She is glad I have finally made a move and take me outside.

She is teasing me and as we walk over a lawn she asks me if we should make love in open air or in a tent conveniently located on the yard in question.

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I wake up and go back to sleep, after a couple of seconds images start appearing and I turn on my senses to stabilise.

I start flying through windows and floors. I encounter a few issues, but quickly gain confidence to overcome these and the problems are no more.

I start experimenting and manage to evocate a tornado under my control. I also make lightning flash in the background and feel pretty satisfied.

I also manage to summon 2 water elementals, that later start looking like water balloons in humanoid shapes.

Notes: I had natural awakenings prior to the dreams and I didn't even have to try to initiate them. One is probably more a DEILD, which is a first for me, so all in all a productive evening!

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

28/12/10 There is a lot that I have forgotten, due to being too lazy to find something to note down the dreams pre lucid.

I am in a garden. It is surrounded by brick wall.

There is a channel along one of the walls. There are 3 tennis balls in there and one is blocked by a fire hose.

I want to get them out so I can practice juggling. I move the fire hose over the wall telekinetic.

I use telekinesis to get all three balls to me. I don't have perfect control.

Once I have the ball I start looking around to stabilise the dream. I see some leafs of a plant in extraordinary detail.

I want to experiment with summoning an extra ball, but I wake up too soon to make the attempt.

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I am on our family boat, off the coast of an island in Thailand.

I see a tornado approaching us and it comes pretty close, but misses the boat.

There is another on the horizon. I tell my dad to head for land and he obliges.

Towards land panic is spreading, many boats are headed shoreward.

I fall off the boat, but manages to climb aboard another. I then jump off the speeding boat and manage to climb onto ours.

There are many kids and they are headed for their “mother”.

Their mother is apparently a voice they follow and not a physical being. I find out by going with them down some stairs, where they are gathered towards the bottom.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

Note: This was very long so have tried adapting a more "to-the-point" format to try and fit it all in without boring the face off the reader. hope you enjoy.

27/12/10 The dream starts out with a snow storm, and there is a lot of snow.

I am at a friend's place, which also happen to be the place where I grew up.

The snow keeps on falling and towns and cities are being closed off gradually.

I stumble out in the snow although I am safe in my friend's place. I need to see if there is anyone out there in danger.

I get stuck in a little roadside bunker of sorts. I ride out the storm.

The next day the snow is smelting and there is a lot of water on the roads. And I notice how many issues it will cause if it freezes up again.

There is a drama between two men and women who switch partners during the dream, it causes a strain on their friendship.

The two men join opposing sports teams. We are in a pub at the conclusion of this. It is getting dark.

The dream changes plot.

Zombies. Thunder.

There is a radio in the roadside bunker and I overhear some communication between a captain of a ship and the governmental control that has to allow it into Danish national waters.

Zombies come out and I am in a place where I have to leave the safe house, walk up a tunnel while zombies swarm down. It is hard to get out.

I am back in the roadside bunker, there are two of us there.

We shoot zombies like there is no tomorrow. I get reminded of Mikkel (an old school friend) who is stuck in the tunnel safe house.

I make a dash for it to go help him out. With my assistance he gets out and join us in the roadside bunker.

Zombies are everywhere. There is a sniping zombie in one of the windows. I take his head clean off with a SPAS 12 shotgun. He turns out to be a cyborg zombie, and the other zombies try to get him working again, but it is useless without the head. I feel proud and we all joke about it in the bunker.

We are running out of ammo. We retreat further back into the bunker.

There is cable car leading out the back.

The problem with this plan of escape is that there is a massive zombie, a golem of sorts, in the yard below.

We attempt it anyway. I am starting to become aware of the fact that I am dreaming.

Our combined weight in the cart makes it skip across the surface of the snow, but we make it to the end.

The golem turns for us. We panic and start to run. We prepare to take shots at it. It speaks.

I call for my mates to hold fire. The golem explains that the virus just “left” him for some reason. I have a feeling that it is due to his level of intellect, but I speak to him, get a sample of his blood to see if a cure can be manufactured.

I encounter three smokers (Big tongued mofos that pull you in with it and want to eat you) and I take them on with nothing but bare hands and sheer defiance, and I win!

There is a montage (I swear to god (or any other non-specific deity of your choosing), there is a literal montage of us three taking out the elite crowd, while administering the cure to the lesser zombies, all perfectly narrated with a “and the future looks a little bit brighter” remark in the end)

I am now free of the plot and can do as I choose. I jump off a building. I jump from balcony to balcony downwards. It is quite tall.

I take off into flight. Can't quite manage it although I can keep afloat it is more of a floating sensation. I take great notice of the sea winds against my face. You gotta love being lucid!

I keep hearing my parents (in particular my mum XD) wanting to wake me up because we have to go somewhere. I will it off and continue just flying looking at things.

I eventually wake up. Although I am in my flat and there is no way my parents could have shouted at me.

Note: There might have been a FA that I recollect nothing off. It seems like I had to recall the dream through a third party.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

14/12/10 I was in a series of dreams involving a lot of family at some sort of party. However the main plot of the storyline was me first of all ignoring a beautiful young woman's approach. This woman turned out to be my neighbour and some woman told me off for leaving her hanging there, considering the fact that I had been playing up to something more. I ended up walking to her door, my heart pounding and at the time I did not know if I would have the courage to knock. I hoped she would come out of the door before I had to and I got lucky. I mumbled something about how nervous I felt and she invited me in.

Throughout the dreams we end up dating and although we make out a lot and she continue to agree to my my sexual approaches we never get to actually do it. And although I never stop to think about the fact that I am dreaming, in the dreams I remember being really frustrated about the fact that I awake before we get to do anything. Her kiss felt amazing and I even remember running my finger under the edge of her underwear, feeling faint hairs growing back after a shave.

Reflection: Although the dreams themselves remain unfulfilled it seemed like I was learning a lesson. A lesson on how to combat a stupid amount of shyness I feel when approaching women. Lets see how it pans out.

Sharktooth

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

31/11/10 It is after a training session, might even have been a match, and a similar crew to the basket people I am loosely associated with are there. We are playing some weird description of football, which is all for play and a way of gearing down after the game. We are going to a party that may have already started. Shaq is there. The entire atmosphere is quite jolly although the team I am on is getting our asses handed to us. Although I feel like an outsider and not completely within my rights to be there I still don't think I am the one performing the worst although I keep my mouth shut about that. We are having fun and we go down to the party find a couple of new balls and go upstairs again. I am hinting at some balls I would think are top quality for the game we are playing, but when I find one I was thinking about I realise it may be too slippery...

There is something about some changing rooms either after or before this section of the dream.

There might have been more to it, but I cannot quite remember...

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

30/11/10 I was with 2 people following a “case” we were trying to weed out a traitor in our midst. This all of a sudden means we have to climb a big building and we are looking at people coming down the sides. Although I am lucid at this point I am not able to comprehend that I am able to fly up there, primarily because the plot seems to be oriented around the Dresden Files. I soon figure out by way of my companion pointing out that Morgan Freeman, the other companion previously, has managed to reach the top of the building without getting caught by the bad guys climbing down. Right so I have my traitor and I figure the most prominent way to reach the top of this buidling will be with a spell. I point my hand to the ground and shout Forzare! and I fly massively high into the air. Already as I am on the way up I remember that I tend to have a problem with falling down, I don't freaking like it! However the fact that I am conscious about my fear hitting me, before it actually does so, means I am prepared for it and can control it. I manage a solution which partially means using the same spell, with less juice, to control my decent and partially turning into a giant of obscure proportions. I land on the roof top and Morgan Freeman, the traitor is ridiculously small compared to me. Damn I think, however this seems to be a tad premature as I actually do manage to shrink in size, with considerable less effort than what I have tried before. The only problem is that Freeman sees a way of loosing me by shrinking as well and after. So I stand there for a bit increasing the size and animation, from what is best described as a jelly bear, to a fully functioning version of the man, backwards and forwards. Which although it actually was entertaining to watch, was frustrating as hell because I couldn't keep him large.

I give up and fly out of the window without breaking it. I feel relieved as I have that amount of control available again plus the fact that I have managed to reduce in size and actually demonstrate some form of control over something external to me, something I am not normally too great at. I fly around for a bit until I can feel the dream slipping a bit, but I can't manage to stabilise it. However I have a false awakening as I fall out of my bed and can hear myself talking. I notice that my flat mate can hear me again, but he shrugs it off, because he knows I am dreaming (Here is another great lucidity miss, just coming out of a lucid state, I am aware I am talking in my sleep and I know my flat mate is aware that “I am just dreaming”, yet I don't become lucid again) I wake up soon after.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

22/11/10 Fragments

Battling Darth Vader
Using the force to steal an idle light sabre from him.
Just the two of us in a star ship.
He is planning to do evil.
The force is failing me, bar the telekinesis.

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Awakening in a dark side setting.
A girl is lying bound up on a medical table.
She is in a coma.
I am there in 3rd person view.
Someone is there with me, he is naked as well.
I think I refer to him ass my “uncle”.
The girl is my girlfriend maybe.
She communicates with my “uncle” telepathically.
She sparks lust in him he cums on the floor.
She is driving him towards sacrificing my arm for her to wake up.
She is promising nights of passion.
I refuse.
I am lying on the bed and she tells me that it is indeed her telling my “uncle” to take my arm.
I spin around and all of a sudden hold my “uncle's” neck between the blades of a garden shears.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

17/11/10 I decided to go back to bed anyways and managed to sneak in another lucid. Albeit an extremely non-productive and boring one. I was in some sort of public institution and my intuition told me it was educational, like a university or high school and I was lucid pretty much from the word go (I was sleeping very lightly at all times and the build-up of the dream reminded me, sans the conscious awareness prior to the dream, of a WILD experience in the beginning, the way the scene went from randomly organised images gradually towards an integrated scene with plot.)

A few friends and I were heading down the hall towards a concert. I didn't really feel like I had the energy to start taking full control of the dream and I feared I would wake up if I attempted it so I only made minor adjustments, like jumping from table to table a bit long. I even did try flying but had no success, although I did manage to at one point follow along running on the walls of the lower level of the tunnel. It wasn't gravity alteration it was more me keeping a telekinetic pressure towards the ground to keep me in position. I sort of just decided to go with the plot and see what would happen, and as we got to the concert it turned out that it was a Nik and Jay event... groovy... or... something. In any case we took place on the high grounds and mainly sat chatting away. One of the artists came up and joined in on the laughter, which he was aware was directed at the band he was in. At a certain point in a song, which both included a slight break in the music and a rather obscene video shot of a bloody (literally!!) anus up close, I farted to the amusement of the people around me as they gradually found out that it was not an inherent aspect of the song. I didn't actually do it on purpose and to be fair I think it was my physical body doing it, which would also explain the slow realisation rate of myself and DCs in the immediate vicinity. I woke up.

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

17/11/10 The dream was massive but I remember little before actually turning lucid.
There was something about a mini LAN event.
Thomas Marcusen (old school friend) was there.
Stoffer was there.
Then there is a massive park of some description, the sun is shining.
We are setting up tables for a public event.
I feel like I don't quite belong there, although I am a common face in the group.
There is a woman from my study who is sort of taking the lead.
I grab some milk and start drinking it out of the carton, but am careful not to let my lips touch it in case anyone else want some.
Think there is a quick thinking process about mouth-mouth transmitted diseases.
Rasmus is talking about how his brother has come home for the weekend.
He has gone to a festival and returned a day later without saying he was going, now with a woman in his bed, although this woman later is a man.
The boys and I are going to a fight between some random (played by the actor playing Cas is Supernatural) guy and Geaorge Foreman, who is actually Evander Holyfield, but we call him George.

The fight is messy and unclean, but the crowd seems to love it so an atmosphere is building and the fighters embrace it. George seems to have the upper hand and at one point knocks the other guy clean out, that is the first time we see it. Although we are physically present at the fight there is still a replay function and seen from another angle the other boxer returns to his feet very swiftly, which I find a bit strange. There is a break up and Cas takes the opportunity to throw George to the ground and gets a stern warning from the ref, however there is limited the ref can really do at this point due to the intense atmosphere surrounding the fight. George knocks him through the ropes and to the floor and at this point I am standing in the ring and start a chant that takes the crowd with me “To the Floor!”. George takes it to the floor and starts stomping on the poor guys face, I feel a little bad for this.

After this I am in a class room of sorts and here Cas is teaching something concerning sleep cycles. I feel very tired and I am walking around in a beige suit, hmm it has been a long time since I have worn this suit (technically I don't have the vest I was wearing either IWL). I feel like I have pulled an all-nighter, but I am there out of respect for the guy. We are old friends after all. It is a bit like a film scene where two main characters look at each other in silent understanding, except I don't understand at all why I know the man, but I know I am given the context of the situation. He is teaching something about re-arranging letters in words, that although slightly amusing seems pointless, but relevant somehow. He is walking around the class and spots me, I wink at him and he comes over. He abandons the class because we have something to talk about, which I think is a goodbye. We go to his flat and I lay down on the bed and shortly after so does he although he takes his clothes off first, which means it is getting slightly uncomfortable for me. We talk about something and towards the end of the conversation I give him a brief hug making sure he is covered in a duvet before doing it. I get up.

I look around and my eyes fall upon a glass covered surface. It is dark, but still the surface doesn't produce a reflection of any kind. Hang on a minute this is what I was just paying attention to in waking life. I am dreaming. I talk to the professor who is supposed to be an expert on sleep cycles, yet he has never heard of the topic of Lucid dreaming. I spend a lot of time rubbing my hands and activating my senses while I talk to him about lucid dreaming in order to stabilise the dream. I try flying through the window as a demonstration, doesn't work, damnit. Ah ok, just going to try to fly through it backwards, success! I am now in a park of some description, the sun is shining brightly and everyone in the park seems to be wearing a smile of peace and enlightenment. I run over the grass and while doing so I try and pick up a ball using Telekinesis, which I am only somewhat successful with (The ball moves in the direction I want, but can't keep up with my pace). I leave it for a bit and try and think about what to do. I am not going to call Mitzu, as I am afraid she will just end the dream prematurely so instead I decide to try out something new, to see if I can make lightning shoot out of my hands, which I can't although my arm starts throbbing in the effort.

I try and think if there are some tasks I should be doing as I am manoeuvring around the city paying attention to all the details to remain in the dream. Minka (very old and dear friend) appeasr on a bike and I think that there was something about being thankful, or was that last month? Who cares, I call out to her to stop, she is riding a bike. She says she will come back in one minute, I tell her we are dreaming, she stops pronto and gets off the bike. I tell her I am thankful for her always being kind and a good friend and hug her. I carry on down the street trying to get my phone to work, it sort of does, but I can't seem to get to the texting interface propper so I can't write kaiser, gah some other time maybe.

I fly around for a bit thinking about what to do, damn I have a poor creative imagination. Ah well, I recently had a dream about duelling Darth Vader, where I wished I was lucid so I expect him to pop up around the corner, which he does. He hands me a sabre and we kick it off and I demonstrate my very limited force powers to my friends as they appear. Although it is great fun being in a sabre fight it was actually more entertaining when I wasn't lucid, when the sense of fear actually meant something however I enjoyed it enough for it to have been worthwhile, I mean it is after all a light sabre. I realise I have been focusing too much on Vader and the dream starts to fade as I wake up.