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I was around the interior of what could have been a space-station. It felt like I was playing Doom(1993). I get inside this bedroom-like area and I notice I am dreaming. I think of where I want to go next. I choose to try and teleport to an island. I put my arms out at my sides, close my eyes and spin like a top thinking that the next time I open my eyes, I will be at my destination. Instead, everything goes dark and the dream ends. Good grief.

I dreamed I was back in school. I had to be around 11 at this time. It was the end of the school-year; a school-year in which afterwards I might not see my friends again. I could feel it in the air and in my body. It was the mood of the entire dream. So I spent most of the dream thinking about saying goodbye to my friends one last time before they get on their bus or in their parent's car never to be seen again. I remember walking past empty lockers and trying to read the scribble on them. I remember standing in the hallway with some of my friends and embracing them. We talked about how it was the end and how we had finally made it. No more school afterwards.

The dream fast-forwards to be waiting in one of the classrooms with other students in anticipation of The Final Bell of the day - of the year - to dismiss us. I leave the classroom before the bell rings and wait in the parking lot. I didn't want to get lost in the crowd of people in a hurry to go home and end up missing saying goodbye to my friends one last time. Suddenly, three police vehicles arrive at the school and men armed with assault rifles hurry out of them and towards the school entrance. There is a loud noise coming from inside. I run behind them until we are all standing at the entrance sealed tight by two large metal doors. I am lucid at this time because for some reason, I have my adult body back and I immediately gesture the police officers to step aside. I use my dream telekinesis to tear the doors open before they can send a hail a bullets through it. I dash inside to see what all the ruckus is about.

There is a young boy also with telekinesis throwing a kind of tantrum and tearing up the entire interior. I use my powers to bring the flying debris to a stand-still and motion on-looking people to please hurry to where they were going. The boy and I have some brief conversation and I mention to him that he should sedated.

The dreams ends.

One thing I regret is that one of my friends in the dream told me their name. I don't remember what it was.

Had a lucid dream about being at this school. I dream about school a lot. I saw a black Camaro. I was spotted by some people so I turned invisible. I felt the need to run away and so I did. I went upstairs until I was in a dorm room. I entered a bathroom and opened a window to try and escape.

Happened randomly in the dream. No technique. I teleported back to my house and tried to summon dream character. Appeared but was distorted. Apparently trying to summon original dream characters breaks the dream.

Had another lucid dream this morning. One thing with I mild I learned this morning is that I need to do it continuously until I fall asleep and not let my mind wander about other stuff.

So I did my WBTB + MILD and it yielded me two lucid dreams this morning. Again, I focused more on my intention to remember to have a lucid dream. But I've noticed something interesting about my successes so far, they are more likely to happen when I intend to "just do it". Similar to act of speaking in waking life, when I make my intention I don't get caught up on the 'how' of lucid dreaming or over-think things. This was always a problem before, given that I - like most people I assume - wanted evidence that the technique was working or was going to work at a later time. We do our big technique (WBTB + Meditation + Mantra + Visualization) then fall asleep hoping a lucid dream will happen. It appears that this approach was incorrect. It could also be that my prospective memory has developed from Dr. LaBerge's exercises and my repeated attempts at MILD. Lucid Dreaming this past week has been almost seamless for me.