Xanous' Dream Journal

#359 - ?

I forgot most of this one as since FA got me. I need to make more effort doing an RC before I enter dream notes upon waking.

I am not sure how I got lucid but I recall being in my living room. I try to do the Patronus spell again. I shout the spell really loud. I am overly aware how loud I am and hear my foot steps on the hardwood. The floor boards creak loudly and for some reason I worry that I am actually making noise. I worry that I will wake up my wife and kids.

I have a FA and enter the dream into my DJ but I have difficulty seeing and typing.

#360 - DILD - 5:30AM

I have a feeling that I never really woke up from the last dream, but I am not sure of how much time had passed since. I go ahead and get out of bed like I had done a WILD.

I feel extremely weak and have to crawly my way out of the bedroom. I give the floor a good like to help stabilize and crawl some more. I pause and wait a moment. The view of the hardwood up close looks so real that I question if I am really dreaming or not, but at that moment I see my vision become wavy and slightly unfocused like trying to see underwater. I recognize that as typical dream vision and crawl some more. I have a moment when my face is on the floor that I can also feel the back of my head resting on a pillow. I try not to think about this. I have a thought that I need more "cosmic energy" and I focus on absorbing some from someplace above me. This seems helpful and I am able to stand up.

The room is really dark so I try light switches. No luck. I go ahead and head out the front door. I notice I have been chewing something like flavorless gum and my jaws feel a little tired from it. When I step outside, I take the gum out and examine it in the moonlight. It's just a wad of pink bubble gum. As I am looking at it, I notice that I am still chewing the same piece. Another dream glitch. I put the gum back in my mouth but stop chewing as I forget about it.

I am now in the street. I see a car with one headlight make a left turn. This reminds me of my DeLorean goal. The dream darkens and I stop to focus for a seconds. I begin running and the dream comes back into focus with better lighting than before though it's still nighttime. I begin expectedly searching for a DeLorean and soon a silver car comes rolling up. It's not quite right. It looks sort of like the time machine but more like a Jeep Liberty with a Mr. Fusion on the back. I decide this will do and I walk around to the driver side. The car looks a lot more like the DeLorean now. I call out, "Doc?" as I slide up the driver side door. A light-skinned woman that looks like a plus size model in black underwear and bra steps out. She's very attractive with beautiful black hair. I find myself completely dumbfounded and aroused. She picks up a jean jacket and drapes it over her shoulders. She seems to be a little uncomfortable being so under-dressed. She's saying something about looking for her lost cat but I can't seem to follow.

I have sexual thoughts and the dream breaks down to something like an imaginary fantasy of having her bent over next to the car. I realize that is starting to happen and I pull away, trying to focus, but the dream quickly collapses.

I am now non-lucid and I find myself hovering over a small kitchen full of several DV members. I am looking for Dreamer. I feel that I need to tell her something urgent about her dream interpretation. I feel that she really needs to take a break from things. and I am really worried about her. ( I have no idea why)

I slightly wake and try to reach for my DJ but can't move. I decide to DEILD and enter vibrations. The sensation feels unpleasant compared to how I have been WILDing lately that I can't seem to get anywhere with it. I wake up after a few seconds.

#358 - WILD - 4:44AM

I watch HI and soon notice that I have a PS3 controller in my hand. I am walking into a large garage. I feel like maybe the HI is now a full dream and I hesitantly take control. I drop the controller not really knowing why I had it. On the other side of the garage I exit and find myself in a wooded area a long a peaceful dirt road. The area looks a lot like Cyrodiil.

I remember that want to produce a Patronus. I wave my imaginary want and shout, "Expecto Patronum". I think I start to see some blue energy but the dream become really unstable and dark. I rub my hands and focus.

I find myself in an uncontrollable flight over the forest. I try to direct myself but I am unable to. The scenery is so amazing that I surrender to the direction of the dream and just enjoy the experience. I zoom over a blanket of green trees as I dip down into valley's up alongside rolling hills. The area is a lot like what you would see in the Ozark Mountain Range. My flight soon becomes more sporadic and I experience some intense ups and downs at great speed. I feel my stomach rise into my chest as I fall into a shallow creek. I enjoy the feeling so I leap up into the air at let myself fall.

I wake slightly and lose lucidity. The was something about my boss and I needed to answer his text message. I realized that I left the Playstation 3 on and I need to go find the controller again so that I can respond to the text. I realize this makes no sense and I wake immediately.

#357 - DILD - 7:27AM

I have some wakefulness for a while but it's too late for any LDS. I eventually feel sleepy and make a really poor attempt at WILD.

I am at work in just my underwear. I feel the need to pee so I go to the restroom. I feel embarrassment for being in just my underwear and wonder how this sometimes happens. I wonder why my wife didn't tell me or why no one freaked out about it. I look down and see a neatly folder set of clothing. The sweat pants and shirt says, "Seneca Indians". I wonder if Amanda put this here for me. She's nice enough that this would probably be her way of helping. As I put the clothes on, I know this will just add to my embarrassment. I hear someone try to open the bathroom door but I have it locked. It's Jeremy and I hear him say something rude about me to Darlene. "Where is Mike anyway?"
I think, "I'm in the restroom, asshole. I'm trying to get dressed." I hear him walk away.

I decide to pee now and as I pass the mirror, I see my own black and white striped shirt rather than the red Seneca Indian shirt. I look down at myself thinking this can't happen. I mutter, "Of course. I make my own reality." I accept this has to be a dream. I look back at the mirror and see my face. It look about aright to me, but my shirt has changed again. Now I am wearing a women's navy colored low V-neck with with a white under shirt. I have some small breast and think that If I am going to be a woman I should do this right. I focus and will the breast to grow larger. I feel awkward that I am getting aroused by this. I decide to try something else, so I look away thinking that I will look different when I turn again, but unexpectedly wake up.

I recall another LD from earlier but I just can't remember it. Something about talking to a DC and she's staying something really strange. It was short and lead to a FA. 3 LD's unaided total. Not bad even if my memory was poor.

I meant to have a WBTB galantamine but was way too tired to pull myself out of bed. I fell back to sleep thinking of lucid dreaming.

#356 - DILD - 4:37AM

Something causes me to look out the window and I see cut up tree limbs from the neighbors house in my yard. In waking life we have had property line arguments so this really gets me stirred up. I go outside and see whole trees have been cut up but there is a huge limb on the neighbors side. I can't seem to tell if the trees broke from a storm of it they had been cut down. It looks like a little of both. I don't want to fly off the handle it was all innocent. Out of habit I look up and see a huge daytime moon with a green planet joined to it. There are clouds or some sort of mist or steam coming from it. I recognize this dream sign and nose plug, a little surprised that I blow through. I note that I am dreaming, but almost immediately forget about it as my attention turns to a DC. I remain at least semi-lucid but I am really caught up in the emotion of the dream.

The neighbor wife comes out and I talk to her about it. She gives some innocent explanation about the limbs. I feel relieved and told her that I thought her husband was just being an ass again. However, I'm looking at the tree stumps and they really look cut now. I walk past the neighbor woman and go to my house to talk my wife. I note how dream-like and wavy the woman's face is as I pass. There is a tree stump that is a part of my house wall. I pull on it and it feel soft and rotten. I can see inside my house. My wife comes out and we spend some time debating what happened to the trees. After a moment I realize that I got lost in the story of the dream. I do several nose plugs, regain full lucidity. I tell my wife that "I am having a dream" and I walk away.

The neighbor husband is coming up the street in his horrible old Ford truck. In waking life, he always parks much farther up the street than necessary to be fully under the shade of the tree and hardly leaves me any space to park in front of my own house. It always drives me crazy so I take this chance to vent some anger. I step right in the middle of where he likes to park and as I flip him a double bird, shout, "FUCK YOU MOTHER FUCKER! FUCK YOOOOOOUUUUU!" He stops waiting, but not getting out. Now acting on impulse I drop my pants and some how manage to rub my nuts all over the asphalt and curb. Then, for good measure, I pee on every part of it I see. As the tree gets a good watering, I have a moment when I worry that I may pee the bed, but I notice there is no physical sensation. It's all visual.

Now I pause. I realize I am being completely crazy and wasting a lucid dream on a bunch of nonsense. I recall I have a two part goal in mind, but I can't seem to remember any of it. The scene around me starts breaking apart and I know that every time I try this hard to remember something I either wake up or lose lucidity. I try anyway.

The next thing I recall is being on the street non-lucid. I see my father-in-law and his friend Kevin in a mail truck. I grab on asking for a ride acting completely crazy like a monkey. Kevin says 'no' but I do it anyway. Then, he says, "It looks like Christmas at your house."
I say, "No. It's not." I look as we pass see a very different house with huge windows. All of them are open and it looks like everything is a huge mess. "Oooh. Don't look in there." I do some other crazy stuff and wonder what Kevin thinks of me now.

I have a memory gap and find myself jumping on a pile of fresh tomatoes. I lay there a moment as the tomatoes collapse into a hollow center. Juice runs down from my weight crushing them. I hear talking and FIL and Kevin are there. I was hiding but I guess they found me.

I walk and the area morphs into a living room. I take a disc from the entertainment center and recall how crazy I was just a moment ago. I laugh out loud and cover my face. I wake up.

#355 - DILD - Time unknown

This is lucid from Thursday night/ Friday morning is one of those that I lost lucidity in and didn't wake up right away. I was extremely lucky to remember this.

I am at work. Someone from a friendship that ended badly shows up. A co-worker starts freaking out telling me he is here. I shush and telling not to worry and don't even fucking care anymore. I just act normal and do my thing. Then the ex-friend starts talking to my brother. None of this makes sense and I remember that I was trying to WILD. This sends me into a fake transition and I just get out of bed. I am in a mixture of my current house and the childhood house. I feel some mild fear as I exit the house.

I recall my Hogwarts goal, fly there in a car and summon a Patronus. There are two cars in the street. One looks like the one from my last lucid and the other is a grey truck with red pinstripes and looks like and old Ford Ranger or S10. The driver side door is open and the dome light lights the night. I hop in and try to start it with a pretend key but the engine have a hard time turning over. Knowing this is a dream, I push the gas anyway expecting it to drive. The truck obeys and I speed down the street engine roaring. After a few seconds I pull up on the wheel and raise to a low altitude flight. I veer in the direction of the university and look around. I see a few street lights and dark tree tops. I realize that I haven't set a visual base for flying to Hogwarts. I have no land marks and the darkness overcomes me.

I focus on lucidity as I peer into the black. I see a bright light then a scene forming. I try to hold on and wait but thats all I can recall.

Much later I wake from this dream:

I am playing dodge ball in some underground facility that looks like a laser tag set-up. Our dodge balls look like they are hard, heavy sponges soaked in a light gray paint. A tough looking old man throws a ball at me and it bounces and rolls in front of me. I scoop it up and he yells, "Out!" I spend some time arguing that I am not out because it hit the floor first. After some time I give up diplomacy and start pelting him with balls as hard as I can. Then I find some cantaloupes and start hitting him with those.

This lucid dream is a part of a study with University of Missouri St. Louis conducted by SleepingSYNAPSE.
http://www.dreamviews.com/research/1...ticipants.html
I had to the opportunity to visit the campus and examine a room (Red) in waking life and revisit it in a lucid dream to measure dream memory. I was unaware of the other room (Blue) as being apart of the study and I found that I had very little waking memory of it.

SleepingSYNAPSE, I am including additional info that may not be in the packet as well as this more thorough account of the dreams. Yes, dreams. I actually had a hard WILD before the more successful but the first yielded undesirable outcomes. I didn't have the extra papers for two dreams so I recorded the better of the two. Still, I think you will be interested in reading both here.

On a more personal note, thanks for meeting with me on a Saturday and for the good times we enjoyed afterward. I was hesitant meeting a stranger in a big city, but I feel I have gained a friend. You are a good person. Your hospitality was appreciated by my wife and I.

Pre-bed Supplements: A shot of cherry flavored vodka in a small juice glass with Coke.
Bedtime: 9PM
WBTB time/length: 1:00AM / 3min
WBTB Supplements: 8mg Galantamine, 400mg Choline, cold pre-made mug of peppermint tea/4 bags (menthol)


#354 - WILD - 2:10AM

I enjoy a smooth WILD but enter a very unstable world. I do my usual dash for the front door and make it outside. I feel I need to rush to get the task done so I move quickly. I decide to "Hulk Jump" in the general direction of my goal.

When I visited the university in waking life, I took careful note of the building's exterior. There is a nice park there with a pond. I had decided beforehand to make that my landing site since it is a unique feature of the campus.

I make a giant leap over some trees and land in Bug Lake at the university with a splash. There are no physical feelings here; just the sound. I have some dark void issues so I splash around with my arms to stabilize as I think of the interior of the building.

I am now in a hallway, but it doesn't look like I recall. The walls are colored like some sort of abstract mural painting. Grass and sky? The dream crashes.

DEILD - I have some floating sleep paralysis sensations for a full minute or two.

I visualize and re-enter the hallways. I see something like an "under the sea painting" on the walls. There are way too many rooms and I feel lost. I really focus on finding the Red Room and eventually find a door that looks close enough. The dream is still really unstable as I enter the room. It's dark inside and I think to feel for a light switch but I know this almost never works.
I feel like I am in the void again so I focus on seeing.

When the lights come on, I see that I am in an empty and really tiny version of the room. I stretch my arms out and my hands touch adjacent walls. I wake up and think to DEILD but for some reason the dream felt really long so I decide to journal instead.

#355 - DILD (In-dream-WILD) - 3:16AM

After the first dream, I tried to WILD and again and thought I had done it but I later recall other things that happened first.

There was something about being worried about alarm clocks. I was afraid of it getting too late to get lucid and having to wake up. I look at the clock and see that its about 4:4[?]... almost 5am (Wake up time). I have a really hard time making out the last digit. It gets blurry and morphs a little. I recognize what is happening here and lay back down to complete my WILD efforts.

After a second and some SP sensations, I realize there is no need to still be laying here so I quickly get out of bed. I notice I am in my childhood home of Luling, TX. I find this annoying and try to imagine being at the university again. I look down as I walk and try to visualize some common tiling or an imagined version of what I think may have been the flooring at the university. I see some generic brown speckled tiling but I am still in the same house. I try to deny it, but I just can't make it change over. Time for plan B.

I go to the front door and have to actually unlock the dead bolt to get the door open. I recall the conversation with SleepingSYNAPSE about the guy that had a semi-lucid dream where he locked his wallet in the house and thought to summon the keys but not the wallet. This felt equally dumb, but I let the thought go as I start down the sidewalk.

At the end, there is a dark colored compact car running with headlights on. It's dark but when I get to the car, I see Jeremy B, from work sitting in the driver's seat. I recall how this scenario worked well for the Angel Falls Task Of The Year and get really excited. I look into the open window on the passenger side and Jeremy says something that I perceive to be really dorky but mildly funny (much like waking life). I think I may have found an intelligent and somewhat witty DC, but I am not sure what he said so I ask.
He stares at me like I am the dumb one for a second then says, "Oh nevermind. Just get in."
When I sit down in the passenger seat, I find myself teleported to the driver seat. Jeremy is now standing in the street peering in the open window on the driver side. Without a word he plugs his nose and jumps feet first into the blackness of the street as if it is deep water. Seeing him do this seems extremely cheesy and bizarre. I chuckle and say, "Well... Ooookay. Thanks."

I drive to the end of the block and make a right. As I do, use expectation to believe that the part of the university I want is on the next block. That would be the direction of my old high school in waking life so this allows an easy connection in my mind. The building looms just ahead in the night. There are the scattered trees with Bug Lake to the right. I grip the steering wheel for the first time... or maybe I just pull back on it like airplane controls, but I will the car to fly to a window, second from the top story. I don't bother counting floors this just feels right and I know it's all what I want to believe anyway. It's the fourth floor in waking life.

As I am about to crash through a large window, everything seems very much like something from a Harry Potter movie. A suit of armor spies me through a whimsical-style, barred window and runs out of the way. I phase the car more than crash and I see a Filch-look-a-like just outside of the room. Any other time this would have been freaking awesome as I have a "Patronus" goal in mind for the future, but at this moment I am very focused on the task. I dismiss the oddities without a second thought. Actually, I am more worried about the interior being too dark. The room has red carpet and looks vaguely medieval with gas wall sconces on either side of an open door giving very little light. However, the hallway that Filch was meandering down is brightly lit.

As I phase out the driver side door of the car, I feel the entire thing dissolve. I have desire to look at the effect, but decide that I better not, just in case I ruin the effect. Plus, I feel I am much cooler this way. I feel like some grand wizard doing amazing things, but not being particularity impressed with himself. Mastery. I leave the room in search of the rooms.

I spend what feels like a lot of time lost in a maze of hallways until I find the main room of the study. I really can't recall much here, but I thinking it was mostly garbage imagery anyway.

Now, I am in a strong and fairly accurate representation of the main room. I see a red door on the left and a blue door and the right. There is a counter and a hood vent on the other side. As I grab the door knob to open the red door, I have a feeling of anticipation. I note how very vivid the dream is and I feel pleased.

Inside, the room is disappointingly very much empty, but it's at least the correct size this time. The first thing I note is that the shelves to the left are gone so this excludes several items. There is no digital painting in front of me. The desk and end table are gone. The walls are a pea green and this seems right. I recall a something sleepingSYNAPSE told me in waking life. When he dreams of his house he notices what things are missing or incorrect. I feel the same way about this room and begin copying what he said he did in his dreams. I point to the things mentioned and say stuff like, "That's wrong. This is gone. That's not right. This should be there."

Something catches my eye. Where the large poster of the blond white woman should be, I see a very different one in it's place. It's really blurry and watery so I step closer to take a near-sighted examination of the picture. After a moment, it clears. The face is blurry but I see an African American man wearing a blue graduation gown, standing with his arm up in triumph. There is a mock diploma in his right hand and a huge grin on his face. I get the feeling this is some sort of lame university advertisement. There is some large black lettering on the bottom but I have already lost interest. Suddenly, I remember the last object to look for. CLOCK!

I turn around and see it where is should be to the left of the door way, overlapping the trim. At first the numbers look Roman but as I get closer, still having some slight nearsightedness, the numbers look Arabic. I recall there is a time question on the sheet in waking life so I take note. The hour hand is on the 6 and the minute hand is one the 7. No, there is an 8 where the 7 should be. I will it to be a 7 but the number really wants to be an 8 and there is a type of tug-o-war with it seeming to morph into an 8 on its own as I struggle to keep it a 7. I decide this little detail probably doesn't matter since I recall the waking life time to be 6:15. I try to think what the time actually is here but I quickly realize that I can't even begin to think about how to read the clock so I just make note of the hand locations one last time and then step out of the room.

Feeling somewhat accomplished and a little surprised that the dream is still going, I am ready for the Blue Room. When I step back into the Main Room, I notice there are a few changes. Mostly, there is now an extra blue door and instead of having a large pill-shaped covering, they are now entirely covered in blue construction paper. In fact, it all looks gift-wrapped. I start to go for the extra door but it feels wrong and there is some instability so I decide to go for the more correctly located door.

When I open the Blue Room I am surprised to see a vast bedroom with blue walls and white trim. The style is sort of Victorian with 3 twin beds and a dark wood chest of drawers. There is a large mirror mounted on top with something like a wash basin. It seems like there was a dark colored rug on the floor but I may be be recalling that wrong at this point. I feel shocked and confused so I step back out into the main room not really noting anything there and then back in. The room is basically the same but there is a sense that the furniture has moved slightly.

At this point I pretty much forget the University task as I feel this part of the dream has played itself out. Not really recalling any secondary goals, I start messing around with the dreamscape on impulse. I walk around the room and come to a very low light fixture about chest level with 3 or so unlit bulbs. I recall a scene from Oculus where Karen Gillian thinks she eats a light bulb while thinking it's an apple when it actually is an apple (Yes this movie is that weird). So, I decide to try eating a light bulb as I know I won't cut myself like she did (or thought she did) in the movie. I think to unscrew the bulb but decide that is too much work and I just pull. It resists a little put easily pops free. I put the entire fat end in my mouth and look in the mirror. My lips are distorted from the effort but I notice I look even more strange than that. My features resemble River Song from Doctor Who but with shorter hair and a melding of my waking life facial features and hers. I stare at this for a few seconds trying to will myself to look right but it's not working very well. I remember the light bulb and decide to chop down. I am surprise when I feel like I am biting into a plastic ball-pit ball. I spit it out and step away from the mirror.

At this point, I think menthol starts having it's adverse (or desired as some see it) effect. It seems like a really good idea to reward myself for having put so much effort into this dream experiment. I recall how I did something similar for the Cretaceous Period Task Of The Month awhile back and start searching the beds for a female companion.


Before I go on, I think I need to explain something. I visited SleepinSYNAPSE's father's restaurant in waking life while in St. Louis (Very nice place and awesome food!). In the men's restroom there were several posters of vintage female movie stars. The one that caught my attention the most is this classic image of Marylin Monroe's Breakfast In Bed.



Almost immediately, I find her in a sheet with one leg out. I don't think of her as MM but I'm not really concerned with the face. I know it's a dream and it's all not real. However, during the act, I do happen to take a look at the face and notice a very ugly version of MM. The hair was right but the face was very distorted. I pause for a second, unsure if I want to continue but I decide to just focus on other parts as I quickly finish up.

I decide that this dream has gone on long enough and I should wake myself before I forget all the details. I fall into the void but don't wake right way. I realize what is happening and struggle to shift back to the physical. I have images of making dream notes on my Galaxy Player, but I know this is false. I hit SP but instead of struggling to move the dream body I am doing the opposite until I reenter the physical. The effect was like a reverse WILD or reverse OBE... Very strange.

It's been a bit of a dry spell...

Ive been nearly lucid several times all week but last night was the only one worth making an entry for. I woke around 3:30am (1.5 hours before the alarm for work) and drank a full glass of homebrew kombucha made from a caffeinated green and black tea blend and promptly went back to bed.

The time of this experience was just before the 5AM alarm:

I wake from a non lucid dream that I can no longer recall and settle for DEILD. I have been having what feels like hundreds... no, thousands of DEILD misses lately and so I took a slightly different approach. I focused on visualization with a very strong desire to stay alert. I repeated some mantra like "Watch the dream. Stay alert." While focusing on a deep body relaxation. There was no real technique other than just relaxing. I always seem forget this is most important for me, but this time I was highly focused and a little desperate.

Right away, I began to see HI where I was tightening or loosening bolts on a stop sign. Somehow I equated, keeping the stop sign up-right with staying lucid. I had no physical sensation but I did my best to keep the sign from falling.

Next I felt the very slight and subtle shift into the dream body. I felt vibrations this time, but I knew I was in. I began to struggle to move my dream body in a wiggling motion and right away felt I was about to break free but suddenly...

I am at work and non-lucid. I am looking at a cut piece of 2/0 gauge wire (about as thick at the flat side of a dime). There is someone to my right and I begin complaining about how I was lucid but lost it so fast. I'm really upset. I ramble on as I see the wire shred away into little shards.

I wake and try for another DEILD but the alarm goes off.

#352 - WILD - 6:32AM

I don't recall the start maybe it was just a really smooth WILD but I am having lucid sex with my wife. I'm really enjoying myself but at some point I worry that I am making humping motions in bed.

I have an FA where I am doing just that on all fours. To my relief my wife is asleep and only stirs a bit. I lay back down to DEILD and make some really weird moaning noises. Then theres the sound of someone in the bathroom and I know this is all wrong. I quickly realize that I am still dreaming.

I get up quickly making my way into the living-room. I recall my goal to attack the enemy in a pillow fight. I am in my daughter's room now so I take a pillow from the empty bed.The first one that comes to mind is OneUpBoy71. I search the house calling out for him but no one is there. I remember that I heard a noise in the bathroom so I go check that out.

The door is locked so I kick it down. The air is hot and humid and I hear the sound of the shower going. I open the shower to find him standing there naked. I immediately start hitting him in the head with the pillow. He runs away into the next bedroom with a huge grin.

Laughing, and doing my best to not look at his nakedness, I chase after him into the next room. He stops not sure where to go and I whack him in the side of the head. I get curious about my accuracy of DC oneup's appearance and focus on this face. It's too blurry and undefined but he seems to be a teenager with longish hair that changes color from blond, to brown, to black.

Oneup darts into the closet and I decide that I have had enough chasing a naked dude around my house. As I turn to walk away, I laugh and say "Alright dude, get some damn clothes on. Shit."

With pillow still in hand, I decide to look for the next person on team McCoy. StephL comes to mind and I head outside to find her.

When the night time air hits me if feels unseasonably cold. I comment in this as I step into the yard. Its way too dark and I'm not up to fighting for some light. I consider going back in, then stop. No, Ill go ahead and do some dream control. Mass TK... But all I have is this pillow. I throw it up and make hand gestures to make it float around. I flick my wrist and let the pillow fly off into the next two yards and into the next block. I watch the pillow unfurl into a blanket and gently float to the ground. I start go ahead and walk back inside but the dream goes black and I wake up.

#351 - WILD - 5:49AM

I have a smooth WILD from HI. I notice that I am working at my job with my normal coworkers. I take a chance and run forward hoping the dream was deep enough. After a second of running around I feel stable enough to continue. I go ahead and clap for further stabilization but my arms feel weak again. I'm looking for an enemy team member to fight but the more I progress the more the dream start emptying itself of major elements. First all my co-workers vanish and next large equipment and workstations until the plant is mostly empty. The hallways are now covered with blue tarps that drop from the ceiling. I still believe I can make something of this dream but my vision fades and I wake up.

#350 - WILD - 3:44AM

I WILD and enter SP. I spend some time there in the vibrations and make my exit. Its really dark in the house so I try light switches but its no good. I'm beginning to feel some irrational fear with slight panic rising. I swallow it down. I wake up.

DEILD back into SP..

Several trippy things happen here and I'm probably forgetting some parts and order of things.

I pull my galaxy player out to try to test if I can create light. Its not really lighting the room but I have a white screen. I get experimental and try bringing it close to my face. My vision whites out and vibrations increase the closer I move it and decreases the farther away I go.

Suddenly, my galaxy player creates a strobe light effect and the ghost from Occulus appears over me screeching. I have no fear and I calmly dismiss it. I fades away. I hear my wife starting to mumble something so I hit her with the galaxy player. I don't know why but I want to really hit her so I take the GP and hit her even harder. Theres no response. I pull something else out from under the pillow. This time it feels like a plastic clothes hanger. I hit her with that.

My son appears on the bed laying in a strange position on the bed. I say something to him and tickle his feet. I feel like my arms are super heavy and can barely move. My son crawls down from the bed and I hear him stomping away into the bathroom.

I think of my wife again roll over top of her. She doesn't really seem to notice me and continues to sleep soundly. I think of maybe creating some sexy time but decide I wont get many points like this for the competition.

I roll back over and notice the vibrations have stopped. I quickly get up and enter the living room. This time its brightly lit and theres a strange calico cat running around crazily.

I want to nail down my 3 step tasks so the first thing I do is go for number 1, use electronic device. I reach for my cell phone, but first I don't feel it in my pocket. I try to fake it anyway. My hand come up empty. I try again but this time I really believe thinking of how it will feel in my hand. There some strange sensation of my hand bonding to my clothes then I feel the phone. I quickly yank it out and examine it. I am surprised how vivid and realistic it looks. I try to unlock the screen but its like its dead and the screen wont light up. There is glare from the lights and I squint to see. Now it looks like my night mode is on and I can bare see in all this light. I try turning it off but the app will not respond. I catch my reflection in the screen. One eye is a normal blue the other a super light blue. I look back at the first eye and now I notice I strange mechanical pattern in the pupil. My DC self starts making funny faces at me that I not doing; he has a life of his own. I decide Ive completed the task enough and look away.

Now I turn* my attention to task 2, time control. I spot the cat wondering around and with the phone in my hand, try to use it as a remote to pause time. It doesn't work. Now I focus more intensely. I recall my old lucids that were triggered from watching Heroes. Hiro Nakamura was able to control space and time with thought and I was often able to do the same. I clap my hands together Full Metal Alchemist style and focus stopping time. The cat pauses in mid stride but something strange happens. The cat now looks like a hologram;* ghostly and insubstantial. I let out a whoa in surprise as I get on my* hands and knees for a closer look. I try to pet the cat but my hand passes right through. My mind tries to explain this by thinking is some* effect of existing on two overlapping time lines. Whatever. Satisfied,* I move on.

Now its time for task 3, full transformation. I step outside on the front porch and let out a hulk roar into the night. My feel my body grow taller and my muscles bulge to massive proportions. I reach up at the awing of the roof with huge green hands. Still roaring a guttural cry, I crush the wood like its made of thin wafers. I go blind now and decide its time to let the dream go.

#349 - DILD - 8:54am

I am in my first house that I bought with my ex but instead I am with Alysha. She's talking to someone and my son is playing a game. There are several boxes with plush green hair balls. You set a timer and they all pop out. You have to put them all back in before the time is up. For some reason the game is spread out on our bed in the living room. I lose interesting in the game and interrupt my wife, "Can we move our bed out of here before we have people over?" She says we can and I start taking the now broken down bed to the bedroom. My wife leaves saying something about 7PM being the bridal shower. Again? I thought she did that last week.

I am now in the master bedroom. There's already a bed. Sunlit filters in the room leaving everything a golden color. At first I am a little sad that its Sunday night and the weekend is almost over. A feeling of a memory enters my mind and it is cozy and comforting. I linger there trying to understand this. I see a clock. It's 7 something.

I walk back down the hall. I think that I had taken a nap until 7 and I hope that I will be able to go to sleep again. I see another clock its 5 something. I get suspicious and grab another clock. It's a distorted 2 with some half-formed digits. I remember that it's actually late morning and I was hoping for a DILD. Well hear it is! I decide to go ahead and nose plug but this time I suck in instead of blowing out. This causes my physical body to snort loudly, jolting me awake.

I had other NLDs but this one was kinda funny. Basically my brother told me about frogs at the park that make marijuana and bury it in little holes in the ground. I was curious about this and wanted to try smoking it. My dad starts ranting and raving about weed. I wonder why weed is so demonized. I start driving but I never make is because the packet of Corn Nuts I was eating said something about causing hemorrhoid flare up. I got really worried and found a bathroom at my parents house, took a hand-held mirror and looked at my own butt-hole. It seemed fine.

These are mostly rubbish but hey I get some points and A for effort!

#346-348 - DILD/DEILD/WILD - Times Vary

Mountain Side Fishing
I'm walking a mountain path with my wife. The area looks a lot like Skyrim. Some rough looking seafaring types are on the edge of a cliff fishing. They talk about the real fishing being in another spot but the mountainous terrain makes it too difficult. It doesn't look so bad so to me so I start climbing. The area is too dream-like and I become lucid.

I tell myself I'll keep climbing but if I can't do it I'll just fly over there. I think I should fly anyway but as I let go to float up and the dream ends.

Short OBE

I DEILD and have vibrations. After a moment I get up but I bright white light engulfs me and throws me back to bed. The shock of it wakes me.

Blanket

I WILD and get out of bed quickly. I only take a few steps and fall to FA. But I quickly realize it's all fake because this is my old house. Rather than continue from there I restart the WILD in dream.

I get out of bed on the wrong side but I don't let it bother me. The blankets are stuck to me like a massive sludge of thick glue. I try to wipe it off but it keeps reattaching itself. I try to just walk away and ignore it but it's very tenacious.

I decide to give in a moment and lay on the bed sideways. My wife seems to have vanished. I think about the first of the three step tasks, Change gravity. I focus on the wall next to me imagining gravity shifting there but I quickly wake up.

Or so I thought. My wife keeps pulling on my arm as I am trying to DJ. I get only the first sentence in before I begin dropping my device. I can't see to keep a hold of it and my wife is starting to piss me off. I finally wake up for real.

I have several other NLDs

#335 - DILD - Time Unknown

Unfortunately, I don't recall much from this lucid but I definitely know I had become lucid at some point. I have a feeling it was a much longer dream before hand. I recall wondering around a town that looked like Trost district.

The only lucid part I recall is hearing and feeling the thunderous sound of a Titan running up on me. I turn to see this guy...



I immediately fly up like I have a 3D maneuvering harness and swing around to attack the nape of the neck. I realize I forgot to summon a sword when my finger nails rake across skin. I see 3 or 4 red slashes but I was only on the Titans shoulder.
I wake to and gross phantom sensation on my left fingers.

I fell back to sleep immediately after this and was unable to recall the details or record anything in my pillow DJ.

I later have a NLD about watching very fat people play basketball against lean athletic people in a high school gym. The score board showed 40 point for the lean team and 7 points for the fat team and it was after half time. I watched how the fat players got winded really easily. There's no chance they can win. There were some random things that did in my bleachers. Something about half time. Then, at the end of the 4th quarter the fat team made 7 baskets all at once to win by two points. I felt confusion at the visual of seeing this. I wonder how it was all possible and how they had 7 basketballs at once.

#344 - DEILD - 3:34AM

WBTB 2:00AM 1\4 cup coffee concentrate.

This lucid is one of those dreams where I end up taking astral "projectory" too literally. It's my fault for listening to some idiot woman on a podcast yesterday. I was just looking for fresh techniques and ideas but once again I got sucked up into the "what if". The techniques and practices work wonders but the rest is horseshit. Yes, repeat after me AP is horseshit! However, the technique is great for WILD. That may be harsh, but perhaps I'm just pissed that I missed a lot of points in this one! Worse, this dream spoke to my old fears of acting out my lucid dreams in a sort of lucid sleepwalk.

I'm calling this one a DEILD although I am not completely sure. Perhaps it was an in-dream-WILD but this is close enough.

I am working at my first job again, Long John Silver's. I haven't dreamed this one in a while. I am there way early so I go back outside but my parents who have dropped me off left already. I put my apron on and decide to go ahead and clock in early. Another employee is hanging out in the lobby and tells me I dropped my name tag. I look in time to see it scatter under a table.

I find myself in vibrations. I have no memory between this and the non-lucid dream above, but I know that I was purposely was trying to WILD/DEILD. For some reason, I think I am in a recliner at my parents house. I spend a few seconds controlling vibrations then get up having the sensation of leaving my body.

I'm excited and decide to fly around the room. I see my mom sitting on a couch. I stop and do a dance in front of her then touch her face and say [something] to her. She seems not to notice me. I think it's funny that I am spying on her out-of-body. I sit down next to her, suddenly feeling oddly tired. I feel like the dream is ending so I let my eyes close.

When I open them, I think I have actually woken up. I ask my mom how I moved from the recliner when I only was astral protecting. She said something to the effect of my energy body being still closely connected to my physical body. She tells me that she saw me walking around the room but I just remember it differently because I was sleep walking while dreaming. I argue that this can't happen. I explain that when I feel vibrations, my physical body is paralyzed and can't possibly move. But still, maybe she is right. This would be the first time a waking observer saw my physical body during an OBE. I feel incredibly disappointed that all my lucid experiences have always been nothing but a sham. I fall silent.

Mom gets up to go to bed and I follow her not wanting to give up on the conversation. She lays down and I sit next to her on the other side. My dad is absent and I assume he is working nights again. I say, "But what about those times I go outside or teleport halfway across the universe? What am I really doing?" I have thoughts of a madman wondering the neighborhood in his underwear. No I cant believe that. I just cant.
Mom interrupts my thoughts, "I miss my gravity."
I am confused, "What?"
"My mirror. I miss my gravity mirror." She says as she touches her face like she has a zip or something like that..
I have no idea what a "gravity mirror" is but I don't care right now. I continue, "Maybe I should put a piece of masking tape at the top of the door at night and see if it's been broken." I consider whether or not this is a reliable method as I wake up.

#343 - DILD - 7:19AM

I am watching a battle unfold in the streets of a large city. There are some sort of robotic attack vehicles made from semi trucks shooting the place up. Defenders come in and blast away at the vehicles causing very little damage (a few panels fall off) and using up all their ammo. During the barrage I am amazed how there are several groups of pedestrians that don't seem to notice what's going on around them. In fact, they are impervious to it. One group actually walks right through the line of fire unscathed. I know something is odd about this but before I can think things through the dream switches to first-person.

It was the Clone Stormtroopers that had came to defend the city and I am their commander. We look like normal Clone Troopers but our suits are more practical like a Halo Power Suit. The attack vehicles shoot back and though we don't seem to be taking any damage my H.U.D. shows a power drain. Having no way to fire back, we just stand there and take it. The assault stops just as it reaches zero; one more hit and we die. Fortunately, the attack vehicles have given us the opportunity to retreat alive. My H.U.D. reads "HRD TO BRTH" in bold red letters. I shout back at the on-board computer, "I know its hard to breath. I'm wearing a helmet!" Not only that, but all life support systems have shutdown with there being such little power left in the suit.

I know we are not supposed to retreat. We came to fight to the end, but whats the point of it all now? We have no hope of winning and I'm not going to let all my men die for nothing. No, I'll take the heat from command and live to fight another battle. We'll get find a way to win this. Still this is embarrassing. Reluctantly, I give the order to retreat and we all walk away in scattered groups.

We make our way along several structures and industrial looking catwalks. There's a lot of open-air stairways and ladders. As I am walking and climbing I feel like I am missing something important. I think about the situation I am in. I look at my white armored arms and hands. My helmet is now gone. When did I take it off? I think about the battle and how odd it was. Slowly I become lucid.

I continue walking but now I'm looking around more alert. I am alone in a shopping mall but still climbing several ladders and stairways. For some reason I just really want to reach the roof and see what I can see. Maybe I'll go flying. I spend a huge amount of time searching for a way out. I see an elevator and decide that will do nicely.

As the doors close behind me I feel like the elevator is a little too small. There's a feeling of quickly moving up as I look over the small space. There is a mirror. I expect to see a clone trooper, but I just see my normal self in nothing but underwear. I give my face a close examination for a moment, but I am about as normal as I can look in a dream.

The doors open to another level with more ladders and maze-like stairways. I finally have enough ladders when they start twisting and turning, threatening to shake me lose. I drop away at the next level up and find that I am in a indoor courtyard with a fountain and plants. There has to be a limit. I've been moving up for a long time. I look up and see a ceiling. Deciding that has to be the upper most level, I fly up. I have trouble getting going at first, so I focus on a point. I see a fire sprinkler and zoom into it. I drop at the top level and hang on to the glass railing. There's a security guard at a central desk and I worry that I'll be in trouble for flying and climbing all over the place, but he doesn't seem to notice me. I look around and no one seems to notice me. Behind me, on the other side, I see stairs. I fly over there having trouble. I actually fly backward for a second until I focus on a spot near a woman and her son sitting on a bench.

I am disappointed to see the stairs leading down. For fun, I jump over the edge and let myself belly flop back down on the floor of the lower level. There's a sudden stop when I hit but that it. I get up curious and at lack of sensation. There are more stairs leading down with a long ramp, like a slide to the side of it. This area is now starting look more like painted concrete. As I slide down I realize that there is a song playing on the intercom. It's "With or Without You" by U2. The sound is nice so I sing along to the chorus. "With or without you. With or without you. I can't live with or without you." After a minute I realize the song is just repeating that same part over and over. I chuckle that this is probably all the words I actually know. I stop singing and the song fades away.

I am now in a parking garage. I'm still curious about falling. I wonder what if would be like to jump off the side and just freefall to the ground. Without another though, I vault over the low wall and let it all go. I fall maybe 3 or 4 stories and belly flop in another section of the parking garage. OK that would have killed me in waking life. I get up feeling satisfied and a little dumbfounded. Such a strange feeling to fall unhurt. I realize this dream has been going on for a very long time. I'm quite impressed with myself.

The dream starts to darken now and I fear I am waking up. I shout, "NO! STAY...IN...THE...DREAM!" I stomp my feet with each word and I can feel, as well as hear, my bare feet slap smooth concrete. I shout again, "STAY... IN THE DREAM!" The parking garage comes back and I remember I had other goals.

I want to complete the extra lucid dare challenge, eat a food you hate. Menudo I walk around a bit while loudly singing with cheesy vibrato, "Menuuuuudooooo! Oh where is my Menuuuuudooooo?" I realize this rarely brings me anything so I switch tactics by thinking things over.
Ok this is not going to work. Oh I know. I can always manipulate DCs if I pretend that we have an agreement arranged beforh....
"Hey you!" I spot an old Russian couple walking in the garage. The man doesn't seem to notice me but the woman looks over. She has a brown paper bag in one hand. "You got my menudo, right?"
The woman smiles and says in a thick Russian accent, "Yes I do, but [garbled] cookie."
I pause. What about a cookie? I think about asking her to clarify but know from past experience, this can turn into a whole other tangent. Instead, I say, "Oh... um.. o-okay." Part of me wonders what I just agreed to. The woman pulls out a Styrofoam bowl with a thin plastic lid and sets it on a low concrete table. She walks away and I move in to take the bowl... but I suddenly wake up.