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      Welcome to my sick, twisted mind.

      EDIT - Note: My dates are set up like so: MM/DD/YY (since some people here use day/month/year, I thought I should clarify).

      Feel free to pull up a seat but, please, no flash photography. The establishment will not be responsible for any mental scars resultant of reading this. Eat all you want and enjoy your stay.

      I was actually very hesitant to do this - mainly because of who might read it. 'They' might feel uncomfortable with some things I say. If you are offended by anything in here then you shouldn't be here. Remember, these are only dreams. They do not reflect my true character to any realistic degree. They are merely the fanciful screenplays of the subconscious mind. Some lucid (and non-) activities are 'of an adult nature'. I will censor some things but won't promise to be totally PG-13. So beware, for what lies beyond this point is rife with perils and stupidity. The strong will survive but only the dreamers shall live.

      I've got a lot of entries in my paper journal so what I'll do is go through and pick out ones that interest me in some way or another. Perhaps they reinforce a certain DS for me or had some first-time accomplishment in the dream realm. I'll also post some recent ones. Don't assume them to always be in the same order in which they occurred. They will always be dated.

      I'll kick this off with the first LD I ever had. I was reading Lucid Dreaming for the first time. I had my first taste about 1/3rd of the way through the book...

      My 1st LD (Feb 24-25, '01)

      It was a setting similar to television's M.A.S.H. in that it had the same styles of tent structures in some sort of campground. I went into the latrine and realized that the toilet was so high I had to climb up on to it. I soon found myself in a third-party's tent with my brother, D. We were looking through the things left behind by a tent-mate that had apparently left camp for good.

      The guy who was still using the tent came in and found us rummaging through his ex-tent-mate's stuff. He helped us sift through the loot and told us what we can and can't take. I found some sort of electronics parts, a calender and some other things. The guy then realized that his tent-mate did not, in fact, leave for good but that he'd be back. I awoke about this point. In a semi-awakened state, I pondered my dilemma then allowed myself to drift back into the dream.

      I didn't notice at the time but, my brother was no longer there. Anyway, the guy's tent-mate comes storming in and sees us pilfering his wares so I ran out of the tent. The scenery was now much more like a street in a small town. A sidewalk lined both sides of the road I was facing. A fence separated the far side of the road from a field. At the right far end were buildings. I crossed the road and followed the far sidewalk to the right. I stopped to notice my pursuer headed in the same direction but on the nearest sidewalk. I could see his back half fine but noticed that the entire front half of his body was non-existent. It was at this instant that I became lucid, recognizing that I was dreaming. "I finally did it!", I thought. The feeling of goosebumps all over body filled me will joy and excitement.

      My pursuer promptly vanished. I looked carefully at a tree across the street. I took time to notice how sharp the imagery was. The leaves of the tree had a mixture of light and darker-hued greens. The texture was like that of the pixelated appearance of the first Tomb Raider game. As I approached a building I saw a guitar teacher I knew in real life. We talked for a bit then I went with a woman inside the building. We began having sex but got interrupted. I decided it was time to try out intentional flying. I picked up the girl and stepped out of the building through a large barn-type door. Some minor concentration on flight allowed me to easily lift off, slowly flying around, checking out the scenery with the girl.

      I noticed a soccer game was going on in the field near the building. I wanted to watch the game so I put her down near the building and hovered above the soccer field. It was simply amazing that I could hover and maneuver with such precision. I had an awesome bird's-eye view of the action. I was hovering about 20 feet above the field but one of the players was so tall that I was actually in his way. He asked me to move. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't gain enough altitude to clear his way. I float back down and go over and pick the girl back up. I float back up to where I was before but stayed on the sidelines, as not to interfere again.

      I now notice scoreboards and billboards (presumably team and sponsor signage) over to my right about the same height I'm at. Wondering about the truth - or principles - governing text in LDs, I tried to find and read text on the billboard near me. It had some sort of team logo with text in a script similar to a mixture between Chinese, Japanese and maybe some Arabic. On second look I found the logo to still be there but the text was gone. The larger billboard afforded me indelible text but in the same unintelligible script.

      Satisfied at the results of my second lucid experiment, I went back to the building with the girl. We looked through some stuff then walked out of a different door, on the opposite side of the building. There was what seemed to be a car junk yard having stacks of cars and a single white car on the ground in front of one stack. A tall chain-link fence divided the junk yard from where we were near the building.

      Time for the next experiment: I wanted that white car and pointed to it with that intention. That car, however, vanished and the five stacked up behind it started scrolling through colors and body styles, as if you were scrolling through the falling gem stacks in a game like "Columns" or "Bejeweled". I was going to try saying my name but decided against it.


      I then woke up feeling refreshed and exhilarated. It was awesome to say the least. At least once during that dream I used the fall back and spin method to maintain lucidity when I felt it starting to fade. It does work. So there we go, my first LD (and first entry in my paper dream journal) and I was able to perform several experiments and try out my new-found powers with time to be casual about it. Lucid time was probably 20-25 minutes but it was some of the best 20 minutes of my life.
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      Crazy girlfriend (Dream #1: 3/5/07-3/6/07)

      I'm with an "old girlfriend" in her apartment. The lighting is very low. We're on a couch talking and caressing. She strips down and I kiss her, drawing her bottom lip in between mine and gently biting it. I go down and begin to suck on her c--t. The taste is pleasant. I'm now in a bed trying to relax, she, still on the couch. An older guy is with her, asking about sexual favors. I notice a roach on the wall near the bed and get up, grab an LED flashlight and search for it. The bed frame breaks and I try to reassemble it. I get jealous over the guy and the fact that she is being unfaithful to me. The guy is gone now so I ask her about it and she gets very defensive.

      My Mom and two brothers are there now. They seem to have come from the kitchen. My girlfriend says in a bitchy tone, "Well, I hope they can help you move your stuff out today." I knew she was serious. It was either get out before nighttime or pay the consequences; it's already dark outside. I ask my Mom and bros if they'd help me get my stuff out.

      My girlfriend pulls out a syringe filled with a yellowish liquid and begins to pursue me with it. A serious, determined look occupies her face. I pick up various objects to try to fend her off: broomstick, etc... My attempts to swing at her face always come short of contact. I tell my brothers to grab weapons and keep her at bay. Eventually, she walks up a staircase in the closet and heads upstairs.

      The market (Dream #2: 3/5/07-3/6/07)

      I'm in some sort of indoor mall. It's set up like a flea market, having many different vendors set up along long halls. I'm walking around checking out the goods at different booths. Something triggers my lucidity (not sure what did it). When I realized I was dreaming I read several signs and noticed how the letters scramble and jumble. I realized that everything around me was part of my own mind and that I was actually in bed asleep.

      Walking amongst the crowd, I decide to set out to find - we'll just call this woman "Dream Girl" from this point forward (she's been in a lot of wonderful dreams lately). I begin to call out her name and manage to summon a rose. At first I was able to produce two, one in each hand. They were both scrawny and the pedal count was very unstable. Eventually there was only one rose, in my left hand. It fluctuated between being healthy and having very few pedals or no pedals - just a stem.

      I search the place a little more, sometimes flying to cover more ground. After exhausting my indoor search I go up to a large plate-glass window and decide to try walking through it. At first I couldn't but when I really focused on the task I notice that my right hand and the pedal-less stem in my left hand begin to penetrate the pane. My whole body follows suit.

      I'm now outside. It's night time. I'm still calling out dream girl's name to keep myself on task (and hopefully have her appear before me. I don't know why I didn't try a better method.). The grassy ground feels very solid and real to the touch. I get near the road and notice a scary plow-type vehicle of some sort with menacing lights coming towards me, down the road. I scramble to get away because I had things to do and didn't want to confront the threat [note to self: You idiot, stay and face your aggressors. It might have turned out to be dream girl, you wuss].

      I pass a street sign with a number - of approximately 6 or 7 digits - on it. To see if I was still dreaming, I look back at the sign and see that the number had changed. I now decide to confront my fear but feel lucidity fading. I try to dream whirl or fall backwards but can manage neither.


      I had a false awakening and entered the next dream...

      Dawna in Chinese bed (Dream #3: 3/5/07-3/6/07)

      I'm back at the market sampling different cheesy things as I walk by various food booths.

      I'm outside walking down the street with an old band-mate of mine (in real life). It's a beautiful, sun-lit day. With my left hand, I keep feeling her right breast and nipple [what the hell is it with my wanting to pork everyone in my dreams? I guess Freud was right about one thing. Either that or I'm just a pervert.]. She minds only slightly. I wrap my arms around her from behind and say into her right ear, "I've been wanting to f*ck you for a long time now."

      We make haste to a small Chinese restaurant in the market and head for the back room, which I somehow knew to be a good place for us to go. I tell her to just walk on back like we own the place and no one will say anything to us. The server turns to watch us walk past but says nothing.

      The back room is set up like a bedroom [You'd think it'd be a kitchen or something]. There are two bunk beds set up, side by side, on the right side of the room. In the lower bunk of each is a Chinese guy fast asleep. We proceed to the top bunks and slide to the one closest to the wall. I'm ready to lick her c**t [and about that - must I always do that in a dream?] and go down only to find - holy shit! She has a large, bright, rainbow-colored scrotum? What the hell?

      Thankfully, I awoke very shortly after.

      Yeah, I know I keep switching between present and past tense. I'm trying to keep my journal in the present tense but don't always follow that rule too well.
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      After several wonderfully lucid nights in a row, I have three nights of dreaming that reads like my who's who of dream signs narrated by Forrest Gump to Helen Keller. Light's on but no body's home. Here's a couple of examples:

      The Lucid Platform (3/25/07-3/26/07)

      I'm atop a two-story metal platform. It's probably a bit after dusk - dark but not too dark to see. The platform is about 20x20 feet and rusty brownish-red. The only other things on this platform are one or two 4 feet cubed wooden crates and another guy to whom I'm talking. I forget the subject.

      A man keeps leaping from the ground all the way up to slightly above the second level platform on which I stand. He's jumping up and down and so can only talk to me in short bursts at the peak of his jumps. He's telling me - a sentence at a time - that I'm being sought after by a secret company or a big corp. (and/or for a secret mission of some nature) specifically for my ability to have lucid dreams. Apparently, my "talent" is the key to solving some important problem.

      The poor fella' was trying to tell my that I'm dreaming and that I should become lucid and I totally blew him off because I was too busy pondering how taking on this assignment might affect my life and schedule. I'd guess the important mission was to find out that I'm an idiot for not listening to him.

      Stone Surfer (Dream #3: 3/27/07-3/28/07)

      My brother, D, doesn't really recall being at this recreation complex we're at but, as we walk outside - around and between the variously-shaped swimming pools - he begins to recognize the place. There are a number of small to medium-sized swimming and wading pools separated by concrete decking. A moderate crowd of people are in and around the various pools.

      I float in a sitting posture - with my legs folded slightly in front of me - above one of the pools. My objective is to float just above the surface of the water, as close as possible, without touching. People start watching and become impressed with my wonderful ability. I go over to a slightly larger pool. It's rectangular and has a large stone or concrete column at each of the four corners. The columns have an almost Gothic-style pattern carved into them.

      I'm floating in the center of the pool with my butt close to the water. I start to feel my hindquarters getting damp so I tried hard to raise my altitude by a small amount. It took effort but I finally got a bit higher up. Now I glide over to one corner column, over to the diagonally opposite corner. From there I go back through the center and head for the third corner, followed by the fourth. Everyone is very impressed with my precision gliding, not to mention my ability to defy gravity. Changes in height took effort but the lateral gliding was silky smooth and precise.

      I head over to the end of the pool, farthest from the end I first approached from, and stand on the concrete. There's guy standing there next to some sort of stone "thing" - almost like a vendor's cart but not. He pulls a stone object from a shelf on the structure. It's shaped like a canoe but with a solid, flat side where a canoe would be hollowed out. The back has the same kind of arc and curves that the bottom of a canoe has. It's maybe 3 feet long but too lite (now that I think of it). He pulls out a second one that's a tad bit slimmer and a different shade of gray marble. He begins to play his like a guitar and I join in on mine, playing the bass line.

      Now I stand on the flat side of mine like one would a surfboard. I take a moment to find the optimal balance on the curved back of the stone. I quickly realize that I can fly on the thing like a surfboard that rides the air. I fly around for a while and hone my control in short order. As I head back to where the guy is, I come across some one I know in waking life. He looks nothing like himself but I somehow know it to be him. He has a few teeth missing. He tells me that he and his Son had gotten into a fist fight and weren't talking to each other for the time being.

      I start to realize that I am actually the superhero, Silver Surfer, in his younger days. That is, when he first acquires his powers but doesn't quite know their full abilities and implications yet. I'm not yet known as a superhero. When I "surf" back to where the guy who gave me this stone device was, my friend (the Son of the guy with the teeth punched out) is standing there. He looks terrible. He, too, has teeth gone - but worse. The entire left side of his mouth is sans teeth. Most of his front teeth are gone too. He starts to tell me about his and his Dad's scuffle but I say that I just saw his Dad and he told me about their fist fight.

      When he opens his mouth wide so I can see, I find this his back row of teeth (a row that was back near the rear of his mouth. It extends from molar to molar, straight across. What the hell?) was all knocked out too. Only gums are left. Attached to his "rear gums" is a circuit board with wires coming out. The wires come out of his mouth and lead to a controller in his hand. He tells me how the doctors had installed the device to do something (help the teeth grow back? Allow him to eat? Treat the gums? Who knows?).

      That dream is chock full of dream signs for me yet I remained blissfully ignorant. Better luck next time.
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      Just about a week ago, I had lucids two nights in a row. Here's the first night:

      Guns and pools (Dream #1: 3/23/07 - 3/24/07)

      My recollection of this dream is quite fragmented but it contained at least three of my dream signs: I was walking around town carrying a machine gun. I was the good guy trying to rid the area of bad gun-toters. My brother, D, and I were standing on a street corner (which I understood to be a certain corner in the town I really live in, even though it looked different) and... Damn, I forget.

      A tall guy was after me. At various times he had caught up to me and tried to punch me in the face. He never did make contact though. I escape by swimming through a U-shaped swimming pool, which happened to go underneath a wall at one point. As I reached the other end and got out, the tall thin guy was close behind, again trying to punch me in the face. He follows as I take flight.

      Cunnilingus (Dream #2: 3/23/07 - 3/24/07)

      I'm staying at my Mom's house; it doesn't resemble her actual home in the least. I have to share a room with my brother, R (I never actually saw him at all in this dream). Since I'd come from several counties away, I have only some clothes and basic wares with me. I'll have to make several trips in my car to go get the rest of my stuff from my old home. I've been loaned a small, brown wooden table that measures about 2 feet square and maybe three feet tall. It has a few small drawers - filled with my clothing - and its top is multi-layered, having two or three separate levels.

      Dream Girl (DG) - it turns out - is also staying there! She's got her own room that sits adjacent to mine. Mine being at the end of the short hallway and hers, the last on the right. I speak to her - and whomever else is there - in the dining room, which is situated at the beginning of the hallway, also off to the right when facing down the hall. DG seems slightly preoccupied and gets up to head back to her room. As she passes me I gently rub her arm and clasp her hand. I kiss her hand in a slightly sensual manner but she resists, retrieving her hand from my grasp. By this action, I know that she's found some one else. She's been in town for only a day or so and she's already found a new boyfriend.

      I'm now in the hallway holding a brass instrument of hers. I can't identify its type but it has 4 valves. It may be a 4-keyed baritone. It has one or two sticking valves so I'm fixing it for her to show how much I care about her. I unscrew the keys one at a time and notice that they just need a good cleaning and fresh oil applied. They have a mild greenish corrosion in the valve oil (not uncommon in real life), causing them to bind.

      Now I'm in my room (the one I'm sharing with my brother) looking for my keys so that I can make a trip to fetch another load of my stuff. I want to ask DG if she'd ride along with me. I realize that my keys, wallet and hair tie are on the dresser in her room but, she has her door closed.

      WBTB: my alarm was set for an early time.

      Back into the dream: I'm in the bathroom and have my black jacket on. One of the instrument valves must have touched my lip in the upper left-hand corner because I lick it and get this awful taste in my mouth. I look in the mirror to see if there's anything on my lip. When I wipe my lip with my right hand, I notice that my hand doesn't reflect in the mirror. I wipe again to confirm. I'm dreaming! Lucidity is upon me.

      I watch my face in the mirror. It remains fairly stable, save for some minor feature distortions and a growing haze, or fog. However, my face remains largely recognizable to me. Again, my hand/arm does not reflect.

      It's time to make my move, according to the Senoi rule: "Always seek pleasure in your dreams" (I always - well, usually - seek pleasure in LDs but never have I so explicitly followed that "rule".). I walk right into DG's room. No knocking - no announcement. She's sitting on her bed with her new boyfriend, a scruffy-looking, arrogant, stereotypical-looking French guy. He even had the weird beret thingy on his head and bandana around his neck. Oui, oui. They are having a conversation about something.

      I notice immediately upon entering the room that she's wearing a short pleated skirt with no underwear on (God bless lucidity!). I can see the shaved mound (Please forgive me, DG, if you ever read this ) and lightly-browned lips between her legs (you're going to kill me, aren't you?). Her legs are situated in front of her with knees bent and up, her feet near her butt and back against the wall - beautiful as can be. (It's only a dream, DG, I swear I'm not obsessed with you Man, I'm getting myself in a lot of trouble here).

      I approach and move in for cunnilingus as she lays down, ready and willing to accept. Her boyfriend is probably gone by now but I don't even bother to notice or care. I've got lucidity to milk for all it's worth! The taste is absolutely wonderful. Until, that is, I place her hand on my penis. At that very moment, the bad taste from the bathroom/instrument valve fills my mouth again... (...probably serves me right. I bet she totally hates me now.)


      I awaken - or have a false awakening, not sure. There was a third dream I've logged from this particular night but, I'm tired and ready to go to bed and put in some more dream time. I'll post the following night's LD next time.

      I have a feeling "she" is never, ever, going to talk to me again. I'm really thinking this online journal was a bad idea...
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      Something has increased my LD frequency by quite a large margin this month. I'll credit DV with the giving of pleasure, surely you guys deserve at least some of the credit. The following is the lucidity I acquired on the next night (from the dream I last posted). I was able to "save" this dream at least 4 times with the dream spinning technique, thereby extending lucidity for quite a long time:

      Bill & the pre-dawn beer offer: AKA, the marathon (Dream #2: 3/24/07 - 3/25/07)

      I was awoken by the sound of my name being called. The barely audible voice was coming from outside. I rolled over in bed and took a peek through my window blinds to see a large dark-colored pick-up truck in the driveway. The driveway was not where it is in real life but, instead, led right to my bedroom window. The truck was unfamiliar but after a bit I saw my Vietnamese friend, Bill, walk around it, calling my name.

      Bill was carrying an opened St. Pauli Girl beer for me. Why the heck is he coming to have a beer with me in the middle of the night? It's still freakin' dark out and I'm trying to have an LD, dammit! You can't do that if you're awake. (I actually did think that during the dream. Little did I know...)

      He begins to approach my window and I back off, trying not to be seen, but I left a gap in the blinds so he peeks inside. I do my best to pretend I'm sleeping in hopes that he'll go away. Next thing I know, he's done removed my window screen he's raising my bedroom window. As he tries to come in through the opened pane I quickly leap from my cowering position against the wall and slam and latch the window.

      False awakening. Ironically, the dream began with a false awakening.

      It's beginning to get light out and I walk out to the living room where my roommate is. I'm slightly surprised that he's already awake. I ask if he knew that Bill had come around a few hours earlier. He seemed to be expecting Bill and his wife at any moment now. I think they showed up.

      Having now recognized my FA, I become lucid and find myself in the bathroom having to piss. I remember the thread on DV about taking a piss in dreams. (Usually when I have to urinate in a dream it's because my body is telling me to wake up because I really have to go.) In hopes that my body will be able to distinguish my willingness to dream pee from the real urge that my body is experiencing, I decide to tempt fate and take a piss. I stand there pissing and pissing and pissing. I can see the stream hit the water and hear the sound of the splash in the toilet. The stream never seems to end and - given the fact that I feel absolutely no relief - I am reassured that I am not, in fact, wetting my bed. No relief, so I eventually cut off the urine stream. My alarm goes off and wakes me for real.

      I shut off the alarm and drift back to sleep after WBTB

      I'm now standing in the road in front of the house. The neighborhood varies greatly from my actual neighborhood. It's dark out again and I'm accompanied by some male, possibly my brother, D. I immediately think, "Dream Girl!" I decided that to find her I must go to where she is so I leaped up and began to fly. "This is too slow", I think and so I consciously increase my velocity. And boy did it work! Everything in my field of vision had those cartoon motion/speed lines. The world took on a 3-D topographical map with a video game "cell shading" color scheme. (It was sort of like the world map in Final Fantasy VII.) I couldn't really tell which countries I'd flown over but I crossed a great ocean and eyed a large city in the middle of some continent. "I'll go check there", I said, to whomever was flying along with me. I lowered myself down at the end of an old abandoned Gothic church. My friend and I walked inside. The details are fuzzy at this point but I remember being on the second floor looking around in some rooms. The flooring was hardwood and very old and worn.

      I say DG's name out loud with the intention of summoning her. I turn around and there she is. (This is the most stable and vivid visage of her I've managed to conjure up yet). I stood there and looked deeply into her eyes and - while she looked slightly different that in real life - she seemed so solid, so present and accounted for. I held her with my arms around her waist, stood face to face, looked into her eyes and gave her a kiss (even in my dreams I'm such a hopeless romantic). With one hand behind her head so she couldn't see, I try to summon a beautiful rose for her. Several attempts = several failures.


      Lucidity begins fading and I dream spin and save it.

      Still in the church, I examine some posters on the wall. What at first seemed to be legible proved pseudo-hieroglyphic in nature upon closer inspection. The symbols looked like they were foil stickers like those "gold star" stickers. They had the slightly-raised borders that you'd expect from applied stickers.

      Lucidity begins fading and I dream spin again. (Each DS during this dream had a slow, forceful beginning followed by eventual success. The duration between fade threats got shorter each time)

      We're all in the same room of the church now (there seems to be a total of 4 people, including me) and I decide to try a trick I made up earlier that day in waking life. The idea is to be able to easily clear a flight path out of a building by raising my hand towards the ceiling and - with a wisping motion - say "Be gone!" and have the ceiling lift away. It worked perfectly. The ceiling - which was now also made of slatted hard wood - lifted away as if being peeled and splintered by the suction of a tornado.

      Lucidity fading, dream spinning... Can't recall any details from this segment but I think I was lucid...

      Lucidity fading, dream spinning...

      We're in a slightly larger room now. Not sure which floor we are on. Near the window we want to leave through, there are rats, or bats, hanging from strips. It was much like flies stuck to "fly-paper" strips. The critters seemed somewhat aggressive and unsafe to approach so I try demanding them gone. I reach out towards them and say "Be gone". They promptly vanish and we all approach the window.

      The dream started to fade again. I think back to the earlier segments and decide to awaken before I start forgetting it all. I'm already pressing my luck.


      Come to think of it, that's the first and only time I've ever decided to wake up from a dream. It was a very good night. I've had one (brief) LD since then, as well. Hopefully, at least one of the next few nights will pan out as well, as I'm lucky to have several mornings this weekend that I'll be able to sleep late (Sat-Tues).

      I should mention that the reason "Dream Girl" has been a focal point of so many of my dreams lately (there's more that I haven't posted, at least not yet) is because she represents some one to whom I've posed a dream challenge in real life. This challenge involves her receiving a rose from me in a LD. I figured that I shouldn't pose a challenge that I can't or won't take on myself. Well, here I am, at least a dozen dreams (about 6 lucid) later and I've yet to accomplish the task of lucidly presenting said beautiful rose. In a few of the LDs involving her, I've forgotten my task. I've found her plenty of times but no success in the presentation. I wish I could fulfill my objective so I can move on to others. I know there's zero correlation between our respective success but it'll be awesome when I can say "I've done my part " Of course, it's all a quest for my own satisfaction at this point. I've fulfilled dream goals before - I don't know why this one is being so darned stubborn. But, hey, I'd be lying if I were to say that I weren't completely loving the journey, success or no. Eventually I will get it: I WILL!

      By the way: Anyone is free to post comments in here, if they so desire.
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      The last week has been fairly uneventful. I'm remembering plenty of dreams and logging them. I'm also being exposed to tons of my dream signs each night but I've been ignoring them for some reason. Was lucid for a few minutes about a week ago. I looked at a sign, wow, talk about exciting exploitation of lucidity.

      Two nights ago I had a dream sign two inches from my face and thought, "Huh, I bet I'm dreaming". I was in a restaurant with a bunch of people around and was in a hurry because my party was waiting on me so I was too "embarrassed" to do proper RCs. For shame - right on the brink and just let it slip away for the dumbest reason.

      So, I'll share yet another episode in my continuing saga to present Dream Girl (DG) with the beautiful rose. Maybe this will help get the juices flowing again. No, you perverts, not those juices

      The Church (Dream #3: 3/12/07 - 3/13/07)

      I was in a hardware store - a large one like Home Depot or Lowes - in the back area. There were small clear plastic containers on a high shelf, containing gold-colored paper clips. There were also various sizes of containers containing standard paper clips of all sizes. Some had small, others very large - maybe 6 different sizes in all. I see a lady looking through the packages and notice that the prices per pack were in the $14-15 range.

      When I went to check my wallet to see if I had enough money to purchase a pack I notice that I was wearing my dark green shorts with the elastic band. These shorts have no back pockets. I have no wallet on me and noticed that I don't have my keys either. I thought, "I'd never have left home without my wallet or keys. How did I get here?" I become semi-lucid. I started heading back out to check and see if I left the wallet and keys in the car. I passed two separate employees on ladders, retrieving stuff from high shelves. One was so close to a 3-foot diameter blue plastic cylinder that I had to squeeze by sideways. My right leg got caught for a few moments and another employee was waiting on me so he could get by.

      When I got through and passed the doorway to the main part of the store, I found myself in a church. I was on a low stage. On the far end of the church was a taller stage, the main stage. The place was full of people sitting in pews facing the stage I was on. The stage was bordered with flowers in variously-shaped pots - some round, some rectangular. Others were squared.

      I realize, "I'm dreaming!", and float just to make sure I really was. I performed some sort of a quick entertainment act for the audience and remembered my task: to give the beautiful rose to DG. I picked a few from the stage. They were all sorts of colors. I figured I'd grab several different colors so I can mix them . Then - for ultimate beauty - I grabbed a red, a white and a blue one. I decided to try the nose RC (which I'd never done before but was reminded about by Dreamviews) and it worked perfectly.

      I levitated and slowly floated above the stage-right side of the crowd and noticed an old girlfriend of mine (one whom I'd been engaged to in real life but caught her cheating on me one evening). She looked up at me with a blank expression and I taunted her with a few stupid facial expressions (It felt great to rub my quest for another woman in her face. Take that, Bitch!).

      Continuing my traverse towards the main stage, I no longer had the flowers. There was a band on stage but I don't recall actually hearing them playing, just standing there looking bored. I stood on that stage with my back to the audience and decided to try the finger through palm trick (another I'd never done until I read about it on DV). It worked with only moderate effort but, I couldn't get my finger to go all the way through and protrude out the back side. I tried twice but had more important things to tend to.

      I tried "DG is in back of me!" and turned around but it didn't work. She was nowhere to be seen. [Note to self: tell DCs to bring her to me next time.] I figured I'd try the basement - as there were stairs going down in back of the stage - but I never did go down there. I'm now standing on the back of the stage, behind the curtain line.

      My boss, J, and his cousin were standing back there as well, near the baptismal pool. I approached where they were because there was a few flower pots between there and the front of the stage. These flowers were even more full, vibrant and beautiful than the ones on the other stage. I picked a bundle of 5: blue, yellow and red. They were so fresh and two had thorns still on the stems. I could feel two thorns through the leather garden gloves I was suddenly wearing. I picked the two thorns out of the finger of the glove. I tried to merge the five flowers into one uber-flower but it didn't work.

      Just for fun, I hopped down into the baptismal pool - which was empty (that's the closest I'll ever get to really doing that so I figured what the hell). It was about 4 feet cubed with a sitting platform built into it. On the stage-left side, there was a smaller cubed area where the priest would sit whilst performing the ritual. The entire setup was counter-sunk into the stage, yet, raised somehow. I ducked down into the pool and stuck my hand up so the audience could see and, mockingly, said, "Praise the Lord". (Yeah, I'm going to hell )

      There was a container at the bottom of the baptismal, containing various pieces of hardware like wire nuts, barrier strips and other things I don't recall. J said, "Come on now. You shouldn't be in there." I got out and decided to continue my mission. His cousin, M, said "Good luck with your quest". I walked out a sliding glass door at the rear of the stage. I no longer had the flowers because I'd allowed myself to get distracted playing in the baptismal.

      I arrived on a screened-in porch: a pool deck. It seemed to be in the back of a house, rather than a church. I saw a friend of mine on the opposite side of the pool. "They" were petting the head of a magnificent-looking bird. In excitement, I comment: "Ah, a peafowl!", in case they didn't know what kind of bird it was. There were two other peafowls (though, none of them were quite like real ones) near my friend as well. My friend walked towards the right end on the pool - where some seats were - and the birds made their way to the screened door and exited the pool area.

      I RC'd again by levitating slightly and hoovering an inch or so off of the ground. I walk past a white, plastic bench and over to where my friend was standing.


      * The rest is censored for sensitive eyes and ears - and for my own self-respect. *

      Given how explicit some of my other entries are, you should get the idea that it was pretty naughty and unbecoming of a gentleman such as myself

      However, I failed again to complete my intended task. So many times now I've been able to produce DG or the flower - this time I had the most beautiful flowers ever - but I've still always come short of having the two in the same place at the same time. I'll continue trying until I succeed. No other lucid task shall take precedence over this one, my most meaningful ever.
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      I've been lazy with my paper dream journal for the past two weeks and I've only had one LD and sub-standard recall in that same time span. Coincidence? Probably not. So, I have to spend a few hours fleshing out my brief notes on each recalled dream. I'm sure I've lost plenty of details but, oh well. I'll share the LD from the past week when I get a chance but - in the meantime - here's what I recall from a dream involving a DV member, in which I should have become lucid but failed completely:

      Walking with Moonbeam (Dream # 2: 4/10/07 - 4/11/07)

      Note: I had just downloaded and burned to disc the MP3 offered by dreammagick in a thread under lucid aids. I had that playing on repeat all night whilst I slept:

      It's nighttime and I find myself outdoors at some sort of camp, possibly an LD camp. There are woods all around and I'm walking in a cleared-out area with several camp cabins scattered about. The moon shined brightly enough to light the way.

      To my left is Dreamview's own Moonbeam. We walk while conversing about something. I never see her but I know she's there. Our conversation was not verbal but, rather, in the form of PMs (more like IMs, really). The PMs manifest themselves in front of us as we walk, as if on a magical luminous screen in thin air. While the PMs take the form of text, the conversation was almost telepathic. Words were displayed but I didn't really have to read them. It's almost as if they were being read to me in my mind. They were mere visual aids to give the sense of communications through the website. After all, that's the only way we've ever spoken to each other in real life.

      We begin to hear ritualistic vocalisations (the MP3 track that was playing in real life) coming from the nearby wooded area. I explain to Moonbeam that the purpose of the chant was to induce lucid dreams; it's an induction track.

      I awoke soon afterwards. Of course I was kicking myself for walking with a DV member, hearing the induction track, explaining what the chant was for, yet, completely failing to put the pieces together and become lucid. I can be so dense sometimes. Anyway, I thought Moonbeam might get a kick out of that dream so I mainly posted it for her enjoyment. I bet she's glad it didn't take the path of most of the others I've posted so far
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      I've had only 1 LD in the past two weeks. I guess I might as well share it here, as I pretend that anybody actually reads this. I'll post it more for my own sake and encouragement then anything else. There was only a few lucid minutes but, it's always awesome, no matter what the duration.

      Lucid forest (Dream # ?: 4/14/07 - 4/15/07)

      I'm in a wooded area. A tall wooden cabin is near the swimming pool around which I stand, along with a dozen or so other people. On the concrete deck, I stand and talk to whom I take to be my real-life friend, Joe. Some people are in the pool. Others are standing around in a small group or two, having conversation.

      I'm wearing pants and, therefor, cannot go in the pool. Instead, I decide to impress people with my ability to hover above water. I sit "Indian-style" and float out a few inches above the surface of the water. I float and glide about the pool then get out and stand by the side again. I say to my friend, "Watch, I can even do it by just jumping into the pool and not even get wet!" So I jump towards the pool and assume the same sitting posture but - instead of stopping just above the water's surface - my butt and folded legs submerge about a foot beneath the water then I immediately bob up and float a few inches above the surface and glide around as usual. My ass might be buoyant but it's still wet; yeah, dude's got skills

      I stand back on the concrete pad and talk a bit longer. Not many people really seemed to pay attention to, or care about, my defiance of gravity. At least my buddy was impressed.

      The cabin is a rustic wooden home built of natural-finished slats, possibly 1x2s, with the wider side showing. I'm aware that there's some sort of electrical or electronic problem that needs my attention on the porch. I don't see any obvious signs of a problem but my expertise has been summoned somehow.

      I awaken..., ...back into the dream:

      I find myself in the woods not far from the pool and cabin. It's getting dark out and something tells me that I'm dreaming but, I forget what it was. Maybe the fact that I was headed to the pool (one of my DS) triggered my lucidity. There were several kids around. Heading back towards where I know the pool to be, I repeat to myself: "I'm dreaming." As I look at the trees, I say, "Everything around me is a dream." I get back to the pool and tell everyone to go and bring "Dream Girl" to me. I get a blank stare from the crowd so I say her first and last name to them: "xxxx xxxxxxxxx, bring her to me!" They disperse, never to be seen again (because I allowed myself to lose focus of that perpetual objective).

      My friend and I head to the porch. I need to solder something (for some reason, I thought it was important to perform this "repair", even though I knew I was dreaming). I have no soldering equipment with me so I short a wire across the power line and weld that way.
      About that time, I lose lucidity or possibly awaken or FA.

      I'm now inside the home and I know it to be my friends', the Farlows. It's larger than it appears from the outside. Everything inside matched the outside natural wooden decor. The Farlow girls are still young and stand on the landing between the two flights of stairs that lead to the second floor. They dare me to try to catch them so I climb the forward-facing half of the stairs. The wall on the landing - where the stairs turn 180 degrees and continue on to the second story - was so close to the banister that I couldn't even hardly fit through.

      ...then something about my unrolling a long-ass piece of fabric from its cardboard core and stretching it up the stairs. After awhile some guy helps me roll the fabric up again. I then fold it a few more times. It gets smaller with each fold I make. I'm able to fold the massive amount of cloth to the size and weight of a folded scarf, which I then hand to Don Farlow with a smile on my face.

      Since I'd waited a few hours to log this dream, I lost some details. It was a bit longer and more involved but, that's what I get for being lazy and procrastinating.
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      As result of a combo of techniques, I became lucid last night so I guess I'll include it in this journal. I was probably due anyway.

      Guess how many fingers I'm holding up? (Dream #2: 4/22/07 - 4/23/07)

      I'm sitting on the end of a bed in a room that I assume to be mine, though it and the bed are completely different than my own. I'm playing around with my fingers and suddenly realize my right hand looks funny. There's too many fingers - 6 to be exact. I recount a few times then realize, "I'm dreaming!" I examine my left hand and there's 5, 6, 7, 4, 5 fingers. the count is unstable and quite amusing. Hey, my left hand has the fingers in reverse order and the pinkie starts getting longer. Now a few fingers are thumbs.

      I decide to will various other fingers to get longer. The things that amuse me. Next, I decide it'd be wonderful to will my penis to get longer so I grab the end and gently pull. Well, it gets longer alright but, not in the way I'd hoped. The length increases like a rod of clay would. In other words, as it stretches, the parts that get longer get really thin and stretched out. The member also become very reddened. Beet-red and very thin in certain sections is unattractive enough to give up the "eternal dream" of all men, that of "horseliness".

      I hear the phone ringing in the living room and it's answered by my roommate. I can tell by the way he's talking that it's actually for me but he walks outside with the phone and continues to try to handle the call without having to bother me. I walk out and he finally gives up and hands me the phone, telling me he can't figure out what the hell they're trying to find out.

      The telephone is a long pole, maybe 8 feet long. The actual phone is at the end of the pole but the entire pole is "the phone". I grab the phone and say hello. I walk around whilst talking and have to drag the long-ass phone, along with the bundle of wiring trailing out of the tail end. Connected to the cabling are several heavy steel junction boxes; definitely not much of a portable phone.

      I have a hard time understanding the caller. I can make out a few words every so often but - for the most part - the speech is a bunch of mumbling and weird slurs of word-like utterances. I've been wondering about phone calls in lucid dreams (I've had the exact same results in non-LDs, by the way) and now I have an answer. I try to figure out if the caller is trying to speak another language perhaps but I don't think that's the case.

      Finally, I say: "I don't know what language you're speaking but, since I speak English, I can't understand you. Besides, I really don't give a crap. Ya' know why? Because I'm dreaming." The call ends and I inspect the number pad of the phone. Most of the digits seem to be there but they are in reversed order. The "5" key was a number "21" key, however.

      Back in the house, I go over to my roommate and think it'd be funny to pull his pants down. But, let me make sure I'm still dreaming or that'll be real embarrassing. I RC again by counting my fingers. I show him and say, "Hey, count my fingers and tell me what you see." He counts and re-counts, amazed that I have unusual numbers of fingers on each hand. "Damn," he says "you have 6 fingers on that hand!" "That's because I'm dreaming", I respond.

      When I look back over, he's in the kitchen. He's actually merged with the cabinet there. His head and upper torso is sticking out of the counter but the lower half of his body is inside the cabinets. I walk over and open the cabinet to reveal the rest of his body. With a giggle, I pull his pants down. Instead of having a penis, he has a thin, purple piece of limp, rubbery plastic. I grab it out of disbelief and it suddenly becomes real


      Thankfully, I awaken. I try to remain in the dream state but know I'm really awake despite having fairly vivid HI that's taking the form of a new dream. The new dream quickly fades away...
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      Since last night was a breakthrough for me in some ways, I've got to post my last two dreams. The first breakthrough is that - while I'm certainly no stranger to LDing - this was the first time I recall ever having 2 distinctly different LDs in the same night. I've had multiple stints of lucidity a single night before but they've always been continuations of an earlier dream from the same night (usually the one immediately preceding it). It's also the first time I've brought back some genuine creative nuggets to use in real-life works.

      Another special factor for me is best introduced by a brief background story: Last year, I had seven (7) friends die. They all died of different things at different times (most of them died in Nov. and Dec.). Anyway, a very good, long-time friend of mind, Reggie, died when the woman he was riding with wrecked into (and ran up under) an oncoming semi truck on the highway. I spent Christmas eve eve at his viewing and Christmas eve at his funeral and burial. I told myself that the next time I see him I have to be dreaming. Well, it worked. The very first time I recall dreaming about him since then was last night and I became lucid very quickly. But I also used three other techniques last night so I can't say for sure what did the trick. Oh, and Reggie had just purchased Florida Electronics (a place that we've worked at together for some years) two month s before he died. His financial backer was his friend, Leon.

      <div align="center">Reggie, I love you man. (Dream #2: 4/25/07 - 4/26/07)</div>

      I find myself standing at the counter of a take-out pizza parlor. I'm waiting but all of the employees are in back messing around so I finally walk in back of the counter to grab a menu. A girl who works there came out and caught me behind the counter. I explain and ask her to hand me a menu.

      I'm standing in front of the counter again but the place is now an electronics repair shop and I'm waiting my turn to pick up a repair. It becomes clear to me that this is Florida Electronics but it's much different than in real life. Several other people are waiting to be served and I'm impressed by the amount of business they're getting these days. I'm holding a check that I understand to be my roommate's. A lady before me is picking up her Philips TV that's been repaired and I recognize it as one that I've repaired. I decide I'll offer to help carry it to her car for her when she's done with the transition. I begin to wonder if they will accept the check but then I "remember" that they owe me some money still so they shouldn't have any problem accepting said check. I explain the situation to the lady.

      In comes Leon. There's a few ladies with him. I understand them all to have just come over from the "other location". Next, in comes Reggie with a woman or two. They're either his wife and daughter or friends from his church. I literally do a double triple-take. Wait, Reggie's dead. I'm dreaming! Reggie continues walking through to behind the counter then out the back door. I pinch my nose closed and can breathe perfectly. I walk right behind the counter and follow Reggie out the back door. He's standing on the sidewalk. As I walk up behind him, I say, "Mr. Reggie!" As he turns around, I give him a huge hug. "Reggie, I miss you. It's so nice to see you again, my friend." "Mr. Steve", he replies in his distinctly Jamaican accent. He sounds just like his real voice. He continues, "How are you, my friend?" I knew he isn't real but he felt so solid and it's wonderful to be "in his presence" again. I was filled with great joy.

      For fun, I walk into the darkened street and try to manifest a force field around myself (I think I got that idea from Oneironaut) . With intention, I say "force field" and get only a few neon pink sparkles. Again, "force field", this time with greater arm motion and conviction. I produce a slightly more prominent - but still way too thin and fleeting - dome of pinkish sparkle. The third attempt was equally as unimpressive.

      Reggie then gives me the gift of playing the most awesome shooter video game right there in the street. The left end of the street now sports a fancy mansion (similar to The White House) with a beautiful garden and well-manicured lawn. Several paved paths wind through the slightly hilly property, including one from around each the left and right sides of the building and lawn. My entire field of vision is filled with this perfectly-lit scene. The combo of moonlight and street lights made for a surreal, beautiful lawn-scape. People start coming out and down the various paths. First a sparse few, then the numbers grows to hordes.

      My objective is to shoot them before they can reach where the paths converge and meet the asphalt road on which I stand. I find myself with an Uzi in each hand. Their special feature is unlimited ammo. With a shot or two, each person - whom I know to be just game characters - falls then dissolves into nothingness, leaving room for others to walk. At one point, the crowd gets dense and quite close to the fail point but, I send out a pelting of bullets that mows them down like so many fancy lawns. After I complete the first level in the most realistic game in existence, I thank Reggie for the experience.


      The dream begins to fade and I try only too late to dream spin...

      <div align="center">Directly into the next dream: (Dream #3: 4/25/07 - 4/26/07)</div>

      ...So, now I'm lying in bed waking up. (I hadn't noticed at the time but, my head was on the opposite end of the bed then I normally sleep). I see my still-turned-on TV through my mostly-closed eyes. It's distracting so I close my eyes all the way to try to drift back to sleep. But I can still see the TV. I can't close my left eye tight enough to completely block my view of the TV screen. The TV just turned off by itself. No wait, it's still on but the screen has gone black. Perhaps the cable box went out? I lean up to see the digital clock on the cable box and the display is screwed up. Yup, the cable box gave up the ghost and needs to be reset again. I look over at my alarm clock and its digital display was screwed up too. Only the two outer segments were glowing. The others are completely dead.

      "What the hell?" I pinch my nose closed and can breathe just fine. "Ah, your classic false awakening", I say with glee and a smile

      I realize that I'm naked but what the hell, I'm dreaming. Let them kiss my @ss if they don't like it. I say Dream Girl's (DG) name as I walk through the doorway out of my room and step into the hallway. The house is much different than in real life. The only lighting is the brilliant moon light breaching every window. I decide to explore this place and let DG's quest be secondary. There's too much to see here and plenty of rooms to explore. Perhaps one of these doors conceals her presence from me at the moment. "Which one to unwrap first?", I ponder then select one. "No, how about this one!" As I enter, I say DG's name again. This room's a bit bland and uneventful. I think I'll move on.

      I examine some of the intricately relief-carved furniture in the living room. Every piece a work of art. The quality is superb. There's several different dressers and other chests-of-drawers. I walk up to a heavy wooden dresser bearing unparalleled craftsmanship. Its drawers are rather short, maybe only a few inches tall. I open the top drawer to reveal several intricate tassels. They are large for what they are and each is crowned with a very fancy sterling silver fitting in different filigree styles. I pick one up to get a look and feel. These babies must be worth a fortune.

      I peek through a few more drawers then select another door. I say DG's name yet again as I pass through the threshold into the next room. Again, a boring room. I look out between the curtains to try to orient myself but quickly realize that it's no use. Neither the home nor the neighborhood reassembly their real-life counterparts. The neighbor's yard has a bunch of vehicles in it. There's even an orange front end from an old U-Haul truck leaning up against a tree.

      I return to the living room and head for a different room. As I approach another bedroom, I bump and chip some fine details in a piece of fancy furniture in the living room. After a few moments of trying to cover my mistake, I realize that there's no need to do that; it's only a dream bureau. I enter the room and decide to hang out and explore it in better detail. It's somewhat cluttered and has a bed and small three-drawer-ed night stand. A bunch of other junk is piled and strewn about. From the bag of pot and smoking pipe on the little table, I conclude that this is some one's smoking room - I kind of visualize it being my Dad's. I look through the top drawer and find a large Ziploc bag having several smaller bags inside. Each bag contains a different species of marijuana. Some had up to an ounce. Sweet!

      I decide to try smoking pot in an LD (as per SKA's thread) and fill that pipe with some from the bag which was on the table. As I put the lighter up to the bowl I notice that the pot is now small tree leaves and not pot at all. "Damn, that sucks", I say and pull the other bags from the gallon Ziploc. Upon inspection I find those all to be various types of tree danders. None were pot anymore. The beautiful buds were no more. (And I really wanted to see what would happen when I smoke pot in an LD. It's in the name of science I tell you )

      I hear some voices coming from outside so I part the blinds and take a gander. I can see a lady talking to two guys. The guys always stay out of my line of sight but I know them to be there. This lady - even though it's night time - is wearing sunglasses. These are no ordinary mirrored shades, though. Her sunglasses are three fancy bathroom medicine cabinet mirrors, large and plainly visible from a distance. I can see her surroundings reflect in the mirrors as she moves about while conversing with the guys. The three changing reflections are pretty cool indeed.

      So I now am inspecting the next drawer down in the night table. In a cardboard box on the floor near the table I can see some woodcarvings - like the kind I do - partially covered with rags. I pull a few out and lay them on the bed. "I want so much to be able to take these back with me from the dream realm", I think to myself, "they're beautiful." I pick one up and check out the detail. I'm looking for awesome new ideas that I may use in my real life carvings. I think I found one, too.


      I feel myself starting to awaken and don't even try to spin. I'd hate to swing around and break this carving I'm holding. Damn, there was an awesome-looking red and white cedar one still in that box and I really hoped to check it out.

      When I first wrote all of this down this morning I actually began to cry a few times (as I did when I just typed the part about Reggie). The first half of my drive to work was sad. But, when I realized just how wonderful the night's experiences were I became very happy and the entire day today was especially cheerful for me. I felt wonderful all day.

      ...and now it's my bedtime once again. Sweet dreams...
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      I give him a huge hug. "Reggie, I miss you. It&#39;s so nice to see you again, my friend." "Mr. Steve", he replies in his distinctly Jamaican accent. He sounds just like his real voice. He continues, "How are you, my friend?" I knew he isn&#39;t real but he felt so solid and it&#39;s wonderful to be "in his presence" again. I was filled with great joy.[/b]
      How neat that you got this chance to be with your friend again.

      I had a fairly recent LD where I saw my dad who is dead. And it is so wonderful to be with them and get to hug them again. It feels so real. I feel that LDs are an awesome opportunity to see loved ones who have passed on. Even though we know they aren&#39;t real, there is a nice feeling of contentment that can stay with you even after you wake up.



      I pull a few out and lay them on the bed. "I want so much to be able to take these back with me from the dream realm",[/b]
      Oh, I know....if only this were possible.



      I&#39;m looking for awesome new ideas that I may use in my real life carvings. I think I found one, too.[/b]
      How totally cool.... You&#39;ll have to carve it and show me.






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      How neat that you got this chance to be with your friend again.[/b]
      That's awesome about your experience of being with your Dad. Yes, it really is great that dreams can provide us with the reviving of old memories and creation of new ones. There seems to be more truth to the old adage that "I'll (You'll) always be with you (me)" than is apparent on the surface. The coolest thing is that he was in my dream last night, too, leading to yet another bout of lucidity. I swear, if he shows up I third time I'm going to do my damnedest to make him my Dream Guide. I could use a DG anyway.

      Chandler's dope. (Dream #?: 4/28/07 - 4/29/07)

      I'm spectating at an event similar to TV's "Ninja Warrior". It's a challenge involving contestants having to clear a difficult obstacle course in the quickest time. The three contestants are on a very high platform. the first part of the course is to scale down a sheer wall peppered with things to grab on to. The contestant in the middle is a customer of mine (in real life), Donald. Some years ago, he lost usage of his left arm in a motorcycle accident (also, in real life).

      When the starter pistol goes off, Donald goes whipping down the sheer wall like a bat out of hell! I can't recall the rest of the course but, when it's over, Donald ranks second place. Not bad for some one with a bum arm. I'm standing there to congratulate him and to express how impressed I am with his ability to maneuver so gracefully. I pat him on the back and give him a proud bear hug.

      I'm now traveling down the road as passenger in/on some sort of vehicle. I'm unaware of its nature. In the opposite lane comes Reggie! He's riding a bicycle and we pass in the road. He doesn't notice me and I assume he's headed to work, for some reason. I immediately think, "Hey, I have to be dreaming!" We pass a sign on the side of the road and I observe it just to ensure that I'm really dreaming (though I had no real doubt, I love to read text in LDs). The sign contains a number of words with double consonants, such as "little", "lesson", "ribbon" and similar. I notice that everywhere there's a double consonant, an extra one is added, as in: "litttle", "lessson" and "ribbbon". I'm somewhat intrigued by this and remain in a moderately low level of lucidity. I know I'm dreaming and I do "lucid things" but don't take it to the fullest.

      My ride reaches our destination. We're back at the scene of the obstacle course and I'm with Rachael of TV's "Friends". Monica and Phoebe are assembling the sheer wall obstacle so that we can all practice on it. When Rachael and I reach the top of the starting platform where the other two women are now waiting, I try to read the instruction manual and attempt to make a handwritten copy to see if I can. The text is too fleeting to perform my experiment.

      Chandler (also from the show "Friends") is there and hands me his bag of pot and a pipe to fill. I grab the bag and begin to reach inside then...
      the dream ends.

      Come see me tonight, Reggie, you and I need to have a little talk: be my DG, pleeeeease
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      Haha sounds like your brain doesn&#39;t want you smoking weed&#33; I&#39;d definately like to try it in a dream some time. You&#39;re on a roll these days, congratulations&#33;
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      Originally posted by packmania
      Haha sounds like your brain doesn&#39;t want you smoking weed&#33; I&#39;d definately like to try it in a dream some time.
      Yeah, I know. Damn [email protected] brain stole my weed twice now Nice to see you again, packmania; you haven&#39;t been around much lately.

      EDIT: Huh, I just realized: The night of the dream Reggie, I love you man. (Dream #2: 4/25/07 - 4/26/07) was not my first night of two distinctly different LDs in the same night. That honor goes to a few entries above that: Bill & the pre-dawn beer offer: AKA, the marathon (Dream #2: 3/24/07 - 3/25/07), (unless I missed others in my paper journal). I can&#39;t believe I hadn&#39;t noticed that sooner.

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      Yeah i&#39;ve had a bunch of exams on at uni... That kinda sucks up most of my mental energy.
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      I had an LD a few days ago but I've been too lazy to post it. I figured I would tonight if nothing else exciting happened (dream-wise) before then. But then last night, Holy crap! I had at least 4 separate LDs in which I was lucid from start to finish. I kind of awoke between them but lied there without opening my eyes or moving and was able to re-enter REM and continue dreaming lucidly. I actually stumbled upon and used this technique - long before I knew anything about LDing - to re-enter dreams, influence dreams and perform dream control. Anyway, I combined that with a series of techniques before going to bed + WBTB, WILD...

      I've logged a detailed account of 7 distinctly different dreams from last night, plus a dream re-entry and continuation. I have 14-15 pages of dream material from last night! I was a dream machine. I just need to figure out how to condense it for posting. I'll add it in here later. Damn I'm excited

      On a side note: My brother D was in several of those dreams and I told him they were only dreams and he seemed to be well aware of that. In fact, he's a very common DC for me. I really need to ask him to be my dream guide. It's been staring me in the eye for years now and I just never enlisted his guide services. And since Reggie has been a no-show lately...
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      So, I'm still waiting for this dream that you make seem so amazing...

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      Quote Originally Posted by meggyfayephotography View Post
      So, I'm still waiting for this dream that you make seem so amazing...
      It's actually a sequence of dreams and, I know. [lame excuse]I've been so busy/lazy doing other things.[/lame excuse] I'll type it this evening, I promise

      I'm just impressed with myself that I was able to squeeze off 4 LDs in a row (after 3 well-recalled non-lucids no less), using a technique I used as a child to extend dreams and perform dream control but I've since moved away from doing it for some reason. I have no idea why. No wait, I do know why. The method is simply to lie there thinking about the dream I just exited without moving or opening my eyes at all. Just lie there and "force" myself to drift back asleep whilst thinking about what I want to do next (in this case, lie there thinking about dreaming and recognizing it as a dream).

      The reason I've drifted away from doing that is: 1) alarm clocks, 2) it seems like I'm too awake to be able to go back to sleep so I usually just open my eyes and fully awaken and 3) I usually like to roll over and log the previous dreams into my paper journal.

      But on the night in question, I happen to awaken way before the alarm that I set after doing the "Wake Back To Bed" method and trying to WILD. The WILD worked like a charm and so did the three bouts of lying there motionless with eyes closed (which can be tricky, as the first instinct is to open the eyes and move upon awakening).

      Another thing that impressed me about the night is that the four lucids began as lucid dreams. I didn't suddenly realize I was dreaming - I knew I was in a dream from the very beginning to the very end all four times. That's very rare for me.

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      Quote Originally Posted by Oneironaught View Post
      The method is simply to lie there thinking about the dream I just exited without moving or opening my eyes at all. Just lie there and "force" myself to drift back asleep...
      I've done that before in the past. But not knowing about lucid dreams, it wasnt the same. I've successfully fallen back into the same dream but just not having a knowing LD.

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      Quote Originally Posted by meggyfayephotography View Post
      I've done that before in the past. But not knowing about lucid dreams, it wasnt the same. I've successfully fallen back into the same dream but just not having a knowing LD.
      The exact same for me. Long before I knew anything about it being possible to be awake during dreams, I would do that but I'd always go back into the dream non-lucidly. I'd perform my planned action but never knowing I was dreaming during said dream. Dream control sans lucidity.

      Alright, here's the first section. This is the first three - the non-lucid one's. I'm still working on the rest but, it's getting late. You can't dream if you're not sleeping so I'll have to finish the rest tomorrow.

      The following 7 dreams occurred 2 nights ago. The night began with the listening to of an induction MP3 by Godlight, twice through. The first three are non-lucid. The final four took place following an alarm clock wake around 5 ¼ hours after falling asleep. I stayed awake - but remained in bed, lying down fairly motionless in the dark and forcing myself to stay conscious - for about 10 minutes or so. I then sealed the deal with your standard WILD.

      I awoke at the conclusion of all 4 LDs and during one. I was able to remain still and focus on continuing to dream during each awakening. It took a little while in each case (I was about to give up one of the times) but, I drifted right into the next and managed to re-enter the one that was disturbed and see it through to fruition.

      I entered each of the lucid dreams fully aware that I was dreaming and maintained lucidity all the way through to the end (no RCs, no question or doubt at any point) which is a huge leap in my dreaming proficiency. Oddly, I never once thought about the lucid tasks I’ve been trying to accomplish. That’s kind of a
      shame but, maybe it worked out for the better.

      Anyway, I’ll summarize most of it because it’s very long and possibly quite boring. In other words, my typical post.

      Tongue Cutter (Dream #1: 5/15/07 – 5/16/07)
      <O:p</O:p

      The guy who has his office in a mobile home across the street is p!ssed because his wife left him. I walk across the street to see him for some reason. There are cars parked all over his lawn, tearing up the grass. I go inside and he’s standing there telling all his buddies about how she did him wrong.

      There are pictures of him and her – both together and separately – on the wall above his desk. Some of the photos are pretty risqué. I really don’t think they ought to be displayed so prominently at his place of business. He tells how she threatened him by holding a “swastika” (but I know he meant “throwing star”) up to his abdomen, pressing up under his rib cage. He puts his finger up under my sternum to demonstrate.

      He points to one of the framed photos on the wall. It’s of his face and shows him holding a small nugget of her feces on his tongue with a pair of needle-nosed pliers [where the heck did that dream image come from?]. As I look at it, the photo transforms into a video, which zooms in closer to his mouth. The needle-nose pliers becomes a pair of wire cutters. He grabs the tip of his tongue with the cutters and twists. I know he’s about to cut the end of his tongue off and I look away.

      I’m thinking, “No wonder your wife left you. You’re a freakin’ idiot, you moron.”



      Cracked Jack (Dream #2: 5/15/07 – 5/16/07)

      I’m somehow riding a bike with my Dad by sitting on his knees and pedaling. His legs are straight out like maybe they’re up on the handlebars?

      From the side door of his van, we’re unloading his stuff and putting it on to either a semi trailer or a U-Haul-type box truck. He hands me his little guitar amp to load and I notice the plastic input jack is broken. I mention something about my having pulled that jack from another amp to fix his.

      The Club (Dream #3: 5/15/07 – 5/16/07)
      <O:p</O:p

      I’ve started some sort of club – the type of which never became clear – with Dyno [I guy whom I know from another site I used to frequent. We started a “club” at that site in real life]. I’m just getting done rounding up the dues. One member hands me his last $10 then Dyno pays his $20. I plan on having a contest where some member wins this $30 and maybe a little more.

      My Dad is here as well.

      When Dyno goes off to do other things I start thinking about how I should appoint a club treasurer to handle the finances and keep track of club income and expenses. I also consider other ways to make it a “real” club and how to keep the members more informed about club goings-on with better communication. I can help make this club last for decades…

      To be continued tomorrow...

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      Your first dream went from disgusting to... twisted and disgusting. I hate having dreams that are just so weird, there's no explination as to where the ideas or thoughts come from.

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      <O:p</O:p
      Math Class/Dave W. (Dream #4: 5/15/07 – 5/16/07)
      <O:p</O:p

      I’m standing outdoors in front of a classroom door, amongst a small crowd of strangers, waiting for the bell to ring. “Hey, it’s Dave W!” [Dave was the real-life leader of a blues/R&B band I drummed for around 1998 – 2000.] “Dave!”, I exclaim in a surprised manner as I pat his left shoulder. “Steve” he says, “What are you up to today?” In a sarcastic tone I reply: “Ah, a little math, a little English, writing… You know, school crap."
      <O:p</O:p

      I’m holding two joints and two cigarettes for some reason. I’ve got the two joints tucked behind my left ear. Dave asks me if I can get some pot for him so I have a sidebar with a schoolgirl I know to be my dealer. I speak closely to her ear and she to mine. She says she’d get it for me but I’d have to do the deal because she doesn’t want it in her house. Dave asks for a cigarette so I give him one.
      <O:p</O:p

      Inside the classroom now, the girl is still with me and I pull her onto a bed that’s just inside the door, to the right. Next thing I know [this is bad], she’s “playing” with some guy who sitting on a chair on the other side of the doorway. I snatch her back towards the bed. As she stands there, she now has no shirt on and I begin sucking on her breasts. She looks over her shoulder and pulls away from me, saying that the teacher is coming. I look over and sure enough, here she comes. Darn.
      <O:p</O:p

      I remember that, in most of my dreams about being back in school, I always have a hard time remembering my schedule, locker combination, what class is next, etc… So, I try to figure out what class this is. The room is very oddly set-up and doesn’t really resemble a classroom at all. The mid point is marked by a wall of bookshelves that extend for half of the width of the room. The front half of the room houses the teacher’s desk and a few rows of church pews. I first think it may be an English class but realize that it’s a math class.
      <O:p</O:p

      I’m now standing with my brother, D. I tell him that this is a dream. I suggest that we should go do something somewhere. We walk past the bookshelves and between the back two rows of pews, where there’s room to spin. An attempt at spinning to produce a new, random scene failed me. We walk up past the front row and near the teacher’s desk and try again. The teacher sits at her desk and watches as we spin.
      <O:p</O:p

      The dream fades and I feel myself lying in bed. I can hear the real world outside and feel the weight of my body. Motionless, and with my eyes remaining closed, I try to WILD for a while and …
      <O:p</O:p

      The Switchbox (Dream #5: 5/15/07 – 5/16/07)
      <O:p</O:p

      Some one brings in a black plastic switchbox. I want to show some guys how to take it apart and get it back together. I remove the front plate and set it down. When I do, the faceplate transforms from palm-sized to several feet long. Through the holes in the plastic are visible the torsos of about four guys with their shirts off. I think it’s the guys who I’m doing the demo for. One of them is radio/TV show host, Glenn Beck. His belly is pasty white.
      <O:p</O:p

      I pull the cover off of the guys and suddenly – for some reason – they are standing there naked. The faceplate restores to its original size. I demonstrate how to align the switches with the plastic knobs on the faceplate but have a hard time lining things up at first. Then, some one says: “Don’t worry about putting it back together. Screw them if they can’t take a joke.”
      <O:p</O:p

      I notice my brother, D, standing and leaning against the wall. He seems startled by the fact that the guys are nude. I walk over to him and tell him not to worry because it’s all a dream. We can do anything we want and it won’t matter because it’s only a dream. He responds by casually saying, “I know it’s a dream. I can tell with no problem.” “Let’s go out and do something fun”, I respond.
      <O:p</O:p

      The dream fades and I do the same thing as when the last dream ended and am able to re-enter the theme of the “Switchbox” dream but the scenery has changed a bit:
      <O:p</O:p

      According to Jim (Dream #5 &#189;: 5/15/07 – 5/16/07)
      <O:p</O:p

      I’m standing in a backyard. It belongs to Jim from the TV show “According to Jim”. For some reason, he’s just thrown the switchbox away in the dumpster in his yard. I begin to dig for it as I pick past garbage that’s piled on top.
      <O:p</O:p

      Jim’s wife’s sister came out and…, …something about the satellite dish that’s on a low pole in their back yard. (I forget the details)
      <O:p</O:p

      Dream ends and I’m still conscious but again feel myself awake in the bed. Same as before:
      <O:p</O:p

      The clay brickyard (Dream #6: 5/15/07 – 5/16/07)
      <O:p</O:p

      I’m in some one’s grassy back yard. There’s a guy making shapes out of white clay-like material. Next to him is a short wall of the material. I ask what it is and he tells me it’s what he uses to make the molds. He says “It’s the same stuff they make sausage out of.” [OK, whatever?]
      <O:p</O:p

      I reach down and touch it and notice its texture. It feels just like you’d expect pure sodium to feel like, soft and waxy. He cakes the stuff around the objects he just shaped and feeds them through the long, low furnace he’s got in the grass. I walk around the far end to watch as the pieces emerge from the furnace. A kid is playing near there.
      <O:p</O:p
      As the pieces reach the end I can see them being pressed into bricks by a set of mechanical metal arms. When they finally come all the way out of the other end and the molds break away, I can see that they are actually fancy nameplates. I assume they are a custom set for some family. The kid reads off the names as they become visible. Each measures about 2” x 10” x &#189;”.
      <O:p</O:p

      Dream ends and I do the same thing again:
      <O:p</O:p

      The Hospital (Dream #7: 5/15/07 – 5/16/07)
      <O:p</O:p

      I’m suddenly floating a few feet above the ground, carrying my brother, D, in the manner that Superman carries some one he rescues. We’re headed off to find something to do (again). I tell him that, since this is a dream, we can dive into the shallow ditch of water right there and we’ll end up somewhere else. [I think I got this Twoshadow’s DJ. Or maybe it was Moonbeam’s? Anyway, I got the same result as she.] I set him down and we take our dive and flop onto the ground. I see D hit the ground face first and kind of bounce out of the puddle. I quickly calm him and pick him up again and float around. I try to gain altitude but have a hard time doing so.
      <O:p</O:p

      I tell him to put his arms out and we spin. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Again: Now I’m in the hallway of a hospital. [I forget if D is still with me or not].
      <O:p</O:p

      I decide that it’s time to finally have some fun. I pass a lady on a gurney. Her face is wrapped in bandages. I yank the bandages off and say something like “Peek-a-boo!” and laugh.
      <O:p</O:p

      I walk into various rooms and mess with patients, knowing full well that this is all a dream. I enter a room with a young boy. His Dad is visiting him. The boy is waiting for the doctor so has his shirt off. I grab his bandages and rip them off then tease him about it. He’s got toys that he’s playing with. I grab one of his darts and throw it at his chest. He sits there with the steel tip stuck into his chest but only seems mildly annoyed. I don’t feel like being used as a dart board myself so I grab the darts I can see his Dad reaching for. I pick up any other darts I see lying around then decide to move on.
      <O:p</O:p

      I leave the room and continue down the hall then realize that this is the pediatric floor. I go to another floor. [I see the elevator door open but I think I just appeared on another floor.] The next floor was pretty curious. I goofed around a bit more then walked through a lab that was stocked with test equipment and lizards in cages. I assume the lizards to be there for extraction of some sort of anecdote or some other medical essence.
      <O:p</O:p

      The next room I come upon is littered with snakes. Snakes of all sizes and colors are draped across the shelves, desks, equipment and floor. Some were in tanks but most were loose. I feel no concern as I walk through the room checking things out. I just think “Well, that’s careless of people to just leave all the snakes out like this.”
      <O:p</O:p


      <O:p</O:p

      Well, like I said, they aren’t the most exciting stories to tell but the real joy I got out of the night’s succession of dreams was the fact that I had so many lucid dreams, never had to question reality or perform any sort of RC and that I was lucid from start to finish in those dreams. Most of those were summaries including the “highlights.”
      <O:p</O:p

      Sadly, even though I was lucid for so long, I didn’t take much control over the dreams. I mainly let the dreams unfold and observed the world around me. I did take charge a number of times but never really made control a priority at any point. I’m not sure if that was as choice I made of if I just wasn’t at full faculty. Either way, I enjoyed every moment of it.
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      I liked it.

      Human nature is the explanation of where sick and twisted thoughts come from. I say, embrace both good and evil.

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      Well, 9 days later and no new LDs so I guess I'll post one from 4 nights before the last one I posted. It, too, is one during which I had lucidity but really didn't exercise much more than minimal control and conducting of the dream plot. I'm not sure whether I just enjoyed the moment (well, of course I did but, you know what I mean) or if, perhaps, I wasn't lucid enough to break the flow and do "fun things" or "lucid things" to further my skill level.

      Alright, fine, I'll tell the non-lucid one before it first:

      The Informer (Dream #1: 5/11/07 - 5/12/07)

      I'm working on the top floor of a 2-story building. The boss is off to the side talking to a potential client or friend of his.

      A short, bald guy who's painted blue (or green) appears near me suddenly. He's come to tell us stuff. The boss sees him and tells the client about him. He talks about the colored fellow like he's just another employee and is recommending him to the client.

      A moment or two later, the weird dude appears again and I know he wants to talk to the boss. Since the boss is busy with someone else, he goes and stands in a somewhat darkened corner of the room. I notice how he slowly becomes transparent until I can only see the background and a vague shape of him. It's much like active camouflage and has the light warpage like that caused by hot-on-cool air or vapors.

      When the boss takes a break from talking to the client, I tell him that the other guy is waiting to see him. I point to the corner, where the outline of the guy is fading still. We can barely make out his shape now. The boss goes over to him and they talk briefly before the weird dude completely vanishes.

      The boss goes over to the potential client and informs him that the guy has just died and can no longer do the job. They both are visibly saddened. The boss sits down at his desk and begins to cry. I console him but I cry as well, probably more than he does. I can really empathise with his anguish.

      I turn on a little TV on his desk. I then notice that the screen is such that it may be viewed from either the front or rear. I find that quite odd and unusual and point it out to the boss, who is also impressed by the state of the art technology.

      I have to urinate and ask the boss to hurry up with whatever we're doing so I can go downstairs and relieve myself. I'd hate to just walk off and be rude but, damn, me 'gotsta' p!ss! After screwing around for a bit longer, I awaken and have to go take a p!ss.


      This is another boring dream. No adventure, no majestic flights, just plain ole' living, slightly modified. Back to bed:

      The Yard Man (Dream #2: 5/11/07 - 5/12/07)

      I'm at my Grandma's (Mom's Mom) home. It bears no resemblance to her real life home. I'm on the couch. To my left is a sliding glass door that overlooks the back yard. The back yard is long and most of it is on a downward slope - away from the house - until it drops out of sight. I think my two brothers are both out there. Grandma sits next to me on the couch and asks what I want to get for lunch. After she names off a few fast food restaurants, I believe I've chosen Steak 'n' Shake.

      The thin, fit yard man comes in saying he's done cutting the yard and asks to be paid now. Grandma asks how much she owes and the guy replies, "What's it worth to you?". I'm thinking $35 but she says something like: "I don't know. How about the $75 we agreed on?" He comes back with "How about $90? Can you please do $90 because the back yard is so large?" Grandma caves in and pays him his $90.

      The guy gets paid and takes off. When I walk over to the glass door, I notice that the yard isn't cut at all. The front yard may be but the back is untouched by blades of any sort. I tell Grandma that she should have stuck to her guns and that she should have waited until the job was done before paying. My brother, D, and I decide to go try to hunt the guy down and make him either give the money back or come back and finish the job.

      D and I are now in a shopping mall. He's to my right as we traverse the halls. I'm floating several feet above the ground with my legs folded "Indian-style". I realize that I'm naked, wearing only a bath towel around my waist. As I float partially above a fountain in the middle of the mall isle, I tell D that I'd better not let the towel fall off or I'll be charged with indecent exposure or public nudity. I cinch the towel a little tighter.

      As we continue through the mall, we reach an open, outdoor transition somehow. To the left is a fenced-in area with a body of water; a pond maybe. There is a gate in the fencing. The yard guy is nowhere around so we continue around to the right.

      At some point here, I become aware that I'm dreaming in a very casual, matter-of-fact manner. I just allow the dream to forge its own path while I observe, make a few comments and exercise only minimal control:

      As we cross over a series of short walls, I look over to D and say, "Have you noticed how much some of the textures in this dream world look a lot like video game graphics?" He stated that he did, as he looks over in my direction. I warn him: "Whoa, yo better watch your head", as we approach a low beam that must be ducked under.

      [In a fallacy of logic that only became apparent after I awoke, I made the following comments:] I say to D, "You know what's really amazing? You and I are each dreaming and in a dream world yet, we are both able to see the same things. We're both able to traverse the same terrain without blunder." He seems to agree that we're in some sort of a dream-sharing event. [I completely failed to recognize him as merely being a DC]

      We pass back by - or through - the fenced-off water area. There's a small group of people there now. One is standing nears the water's edge. The water is very blue and beautiful and a small whirlpool resides near shore. The whirlpool finally weakens and dissolves, allowing me to see the fish swimming around in the shallow water. The shore and water bed are now composed of what appears to be blocks of cork.

      D and I find our way into a bedroom somehow. It appears to be a little girl's room. She, a girlfriend of hers, and some guy are in there.

      I, still floating with folded legs, am kind of in back and to the left of D. I'm trying to conceal the fact that I'm sifting through the girl's dresser drawers (because I love to explore in LDs. I really like seeing what kinds of items I'll find in cabinets, drawers, boxes, etc...). D helps provide cover for me, though we're actually out in plain view.

      I find a drawer with some small files, torch tip cleaners, and other fine tools, which I've begun to bunch into a cluster so I can stuff them in my pockets. I'm going to bring something back from the dream world some day

      A little girl comes up from my right side and tells me to "go to the bathroom, please". I can see the bathroom straight ahead of me, in back of and to the (my) right of the guy who is there. D and I passed by that way when we entered the room. I tell the little girl that I don't have to go to the bathroom but she asks again. I figure she and the others just want me to stop stealing her stuff.

      I look the guy straight in the eye and say "Well, this is a dream. There's one of two things going on here: Either there's something special in that bathroom or you guys are trying to trick me so you can trap me in there. You can't hurt me so, what the hell?"

      As I head for the rest room I end up waking up. I really wish I could have gone and seen what was in there.

      I only now noticed that the first dream of the night ended because I had to use the real-life bathroom and it manifest itself as part of the dream. In this one, I was about to enter a bathroom when I awoke. The only obvious difference is that - this time -I didn't really have to pee: in the dream or reality. I wonder if there's any kind of connection that caused me to awaken at that point in dream 2 or if it was pure coincidence.

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      And voila'! I complain about 9 days without any satisfaction and I receive an LD last night. On that note, I'm tired of being broke. *Sits patiently waiting for large sums of money to drop in his lap*...

      ...*Still waiting*...

      Finger crying (Dream #2: 5/25/07 - 5/26/07)

      I'm driving down the road and come across a police car over on the right shoulder. Its siren and lights are on so I conclude that they're trying to clear the road for other police to come through. The shoulder is rather small and cut even more narrow by a ditch. Rather then risk pulling into the ditch, I pull into a small parking lot next to where the cop car is.

      I can see two perps in the back seat of the police car. As more police cars arrive, they form a barricade across the road. The criminals get out of the police car and approach mine. One has a knife; the other - maybe a gun. The guy with the knife tries to threaten me with it so I back my car up against the building. I turn off my ignition and turn on my headlights to show the police that I'm not here to cause any trouble. I'm a mere passer-by.

      A few moments later, I crank my car and begin to pull out and ease into the road. At first I worry that leaving my lights on like that may kill my battery but the vehicle cranks with only slight hesitation. As I begin down the road, the criminal with the knife comes running up beside my car and to the driver's door. In real life, my driver's-side window sometimes takes awhile to go up because there's something wrong with the motor. I fear it may not go up in time but the window works fine, sealing shut just as the guy reaches position. I continue off.

      I'm now standing in a flea market, near a booth that sells guns and gun accessories and possibly other weaponry. It's a small booth and the owner seems to be away. Perhaps he's gone to the bathroom or something. This must be very close to where the cop incident just took place because - sure enough - here comes that psycho with the knife again. The cops rush in and whisk him away before he can cause any trouble.

      I'm standing in back of the counter (to avoid the crazy knife-wielder) and a customer comes up. He seems to have the impression that I work there so, to offset that notion, I slowly drift around to the front of the counter as he's talking to me. The teen-aged customer puts a case on the counter. It's one of those black plastic injection-molded cases like what power tools and socket sets come in. He opens it and removes a novelty-shaped ratchet from within.

      He begins taking it apart to show me that it's really a gun disguised as a ratchet. A small metal piece falls out onto the counter and he says that's an important piece that's required for it to fire. I think that that's an awful lot of work to go through just to reload the thing with one bullet. For a moment, I wonder if he's going to try to shot me (after all, I've just been threatened by an insane knife man three separate times in the past few minutes) but, since we're in a crowded flea market, I let the concern slip away. I ask what he paid for it and if he could get me one so I'd have it for protection.

      When the real owner shows up, he and the customer begin talking about the novelty gun and I slip around to the far end of the counter. I sit in a chair and pull out a change purse. I dig through the change purse to try to scrape up money to buy one of those guns. Oddly, I find a few fingers still attached to each other at the webbing - but separated from a hand - in the change purse. As I dig through it, more fingers materialize.

      Well, that's odd. I must be dreaming. I hold my nose closed and can breathe just fine. Yes, I am dreaming!

      Rather than go along with the dream plot -as I did the last two lucid nights - I decide it's prime time for doing something worth while. I step out into an open area and the first thing that pops into my mind (it couldn't be the lucid task of the month or something another member suggested I should do: you know who you are) is Dream Girl. I'll try giving DG the rose again. [See earlier posts if you wonder what I'm talking about.]

      I assume the flying position and lift off. As I get farther and higher, I notice how vividly I can feel the wind and the sensation of moving at great velocity. The aerial view is beautiful and bursting with bold, vivid coloring. The green of the trees and blue of the nearby body of water makes for a breathtaking scene. I decide to go above the clouds with the [email protected] intention of going into outer space. As I break the cloud cover, I look down and see how the world view is partially obscured by the white, wispy clouds. It's an amazing sight but surely I'll have better luck finding DG on terra firma so I decide to descend closer to the ground for a better look. I choose a flight level of around 50 feet above ground.

      I notice a patch of large yellow flowers near a utility pole and swoop down to grab one. I mis-grab and damage the flower. When I look around for another nice one I realise that that was the nicest one - the specimen I just ruined. Oh well.

      I go over to my left, where a bunch of tall shrubbery is growing. I'm having a hard time gaining altitude again and get caught up in the brush. I work my way back out just as I notice a few weird vehicles coming down the road. It's dark now and I see only their headlights as I scurry off to the opposite side of the road and hide behind a concrete object in front of a small building. I believe there's a flag pole there as well.

      The first two vehicles - long, narrow, tapered cars almost like dragsters - pass by but the third one pulls off to the part I'm hiding and turns off his ignition and lights. As he gets out of the car I work my way around the building in order to avoid being spotted and confronted.

      As I circle the building, I hear on a radio that a mistake was made and the (insert name of no-name band here) band is not playing tonight. It's The Eagles who are booked to play tonight. I now notice that the building is lighted and a man stands near the front door. He seems distraught, for he's the one who made the advertising error and now there's no cars in the parking lot. No one has come to see The Eagles play in his bar. He shouts out in vain: "I'm sorry, It's not (band name, which I forget) who's playing here tonight; it's The Eagles." I continue walking on by.

      I find myself in an abandoned warehouse. I sense that DG is with me but I never actually see her. We walk up to a plywood wall that's falling apart. I can see that there are crates and other large metal boxes in the next room. It's kind of dark in there so I grab hold of the plywood and lean in to see if anyone is in there before I try to enter. I put too much pressure on the wall and the section I'm holding on to falls down.

      I turn to DG but she's not there. She seems to have wondered off. I backtrack to find her and see some one coming around from behind some stacked crates. I expect DG but, am surprised to find some guy come into view. He has a friend with him. I ask if they've seen DG and describe her to them. They each give me a look and suggest that she's probably gone into the bathroom. They point towards the restroom door, which is closed.

      The guy's desk is in this area and I notice that this section of the place is well-lit and doesn't seem abandoned at all. I spot what appears to be an old game console (one I've never soon and certainly don't have in my collection) on a shelf to the left of the guy's desk. I walk over and pick it up. I realize that it's not a game console and put it back. I sit down on the guy's desk and he sits down in his chair.

      I ask what DG may be doing in there and he tells me that she may be "finger crying". "Finger crying?", I ask, "What's that?" He explains that it's when you cry a little bit - not a lot - and it only takes a finger to wipe off the tears. There's only a few tears when you finger cry. That sounds logical - sort of

      I stand up and begin to walk away. After a few steps, I stop and turn around and ask: "Hey, I have a question I want to ask you. You seem to know a lot. Are you my Dream Guide?" [I'd never seen him before so I really didn't "expect" him to be] He looks at me and says: "You know it, Kiddo!" Then he chuckles and continues: "Naw, I'm just kidding" and gives a big grin. I return the warm smile and reach out my right hand. He extends his as well and we shake and nod. He had a firm handshake. I look him in the eye as if to say "Touche'".

      I awaken but lie there with my eyes closed, trying to chain another WILD (this dream was the result of a WILD attempt as well). After a few minutes of trying, the Devil himself (the alarm clock) spoke to me and I had to get up and go to work for a few hours.

      At least I started my day in a great mood.

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