CanisLucidus
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Man do I miss Dreamviews... warmest greetings to everyone here, old and new! I recently had this high-level LD which featured my good friend, dreaming partner, and virtuoso LDer Dreamer and I was inspired by her recent DJ entry to post one myself!

This dream took place on August 3rd, 2024.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #3??: Johann (August 3rd, 2024)

I’m walking through a tunnel underground, and it reminds me of a dream I had earlier where I bumped into a guy, a black man, late 40s dressed in a suit. I see him up ahead and wonder whether my other dream was a premonition! I feel a rush of excitement.

But then as I’m walking toward him, someone else bumps into him, some other guy in a suit. The man apologizes and they begin conversing. I wander away, feeling a little confused. Was I supposed to be a part of that? I walk up a ramp toward a rickety old elevator, and a young guy signals me from inside. “Hey,” he says, “I think I can help you!”

I join him in the elevator. He’s a fair skinned guy of about 20 with chin length blond hair. He says his name is Johann, that he’s friends with Dreamer, and can help me figure out what’s going on. He tells me he knows that I’m confused and can help me get it sorted out.

The elevator takes us into a vast, circular stone chamber, elegantly decorated but dusty and abandoned. A spiral staircase wraps all the way around the sides of this chamber, twisting up to a shaft of light above.

I start slowly making my way up this staircase but Johann races ahead, sprinting on the wall itself at incredible speeds! I shout something like Good Lord! in disbelief. He pauses about halfway up and looks down at me. I tell him that I’d want to do that in a lucid dream and explain that I’ll be working on a lucid later on when I go to sleep. The thought of lucid dreaming prompts me to reality check, so I nose pinch and breathe right through! This seems crazy so I do it again, and now I am LUCID!

I take off after Johann, trying to wall run, and I am just ok at it, more bouncing along the side like a balloon than moving like parkour, but even amateurish lucid wall running is still lucid wall running! I then start cheating and just run straight up the wall. Johann still beats me by a mile though.

I emerge in a supermarket, and Dreamer is here! (Johann is gone.) We greet one another with a long, full hug, and afterward I tell her that this dream feels different, really stable, and that I think we have tons of time. So let’s explore the supermarket and try to figure out where we are!

At first we talk about whether it’s the supermarket from when she and AnotherDreamer visited but we quickly spot lots of differences, so no, this one’s just ours. It’s very long, almost seems too long to walk, and it’s divided into an area with aisles and another area with hand-placed shelves featuring non-grocery goods like antiques. As we’re walking past one display, some part of my dream body catches on a shelf and pulls it down, smashing pottery and making a huge racket. I feel quite lucid and unconcerned about this causing any real harm but do feel a little clumsy.

We keep wandering aisles and so much of it is canned goods like meaty dog food, things that will be extremely unappealing as a treat or to offer as a snack! Ah good, now we’re in the chocolate aisle! I grab a pack of Reese’s peanut butter cups for myself when I see it, wonder whether Dreamer likes these. Are they vegan? I can’t remember! Can’t seem to read the label very well. Ah, here is Hershey’s special dark. I’ll bet these are vegan and I know they’re great! I offer her a pack and she says thanks but she doesn’t like dark chocolate. I am skeptical that this matches waking life but no worries, doesn’t matter!

Dreamer says that we should go outside to our ride. Out the automatic doors onto a seaside street, the morning misty and cool. There’s a streetcar waiting here and we hop aboard. I talk with Dreamer about the dream so far and about Johann, ask her whether she remembers anyone like that. She says there’s one guy with a fuzzy beard who is maybe a little like that but that he is not very adventurous and quite unfit.

We talk about the dream itself, about REM, about how long this could go on. I speculate that there might be a 2 hour maximum for a period of REM. Talk about how locked in I feel. The dream is extremely realistic -- I even feel the nervousness of making sure that I'm being interesting and not obsessing about boring subjects to Dreamer! There’s even just a tiny bit of detectable anxiousness in her as well, just the slightest amount, like a waking life interaction, something usually absent from dreams.

She says that the next part up ahead is going to feel dangerous but that we’re perfectly safe. That there’s something that has to be done. A young Corbin Bernsen climbs a short ladder and mounts up on some sort of ballista behind a shield. The streetcar trundles past a hulking old wooden factory labeled The Dog Factory. Corbin Bernsen fires the ballista, spraying the Dog Factory with a scattershot of bolts that collapses the roof! How does this weapon even work?

I assume that this place was doing something terrible like making dogs into food, and don’t worry about it too much. I also assume it was empty. I can sense a dream plot building up, and as the street car pulls into a dusty, abandoned building with a small group of likable paramilitary rebels out of central casting, I see it continuing here. Everyone looks cool and relatable, clean, relatively young, more like a Hollywood version of scrappy rebels.

Dreamer has vanished now. As I converse with these rebels I learn that they all consider her to be not the leader but an important senior figure. I talk about how this is all part of a lucid dream that I’m having and that I can teach them lucid powers to help with their cause. I try to teach them parkour and get caught up gushing about how much better Johann is than I am! I show them how to float upward, claiming to be really good at this, but then can’t stop, and float high into some kind of bell tower!

Jon Lovitz is here and I tell him about lucid dreaming as well. I prepare a little demonstration where I will ask him what he had for breakfast and then make him say “waffles”. But instead, even though I will him to say waffles, instead he says “lunch!” I laugh, tell him this is a great Jon Lovitz reply and that he’s a funny guy. He tells me that he is always happy to help the cause. I move to float away and explore more as the dream ends.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #2??: The Curtain of Reality

I’m walking through a darkened hallway in some kind of restaurant with my friend RF. There’s an enormous guy coming down the hallway in the opposite direction, tall, Hispanic, athletic-looking, and probably close to 300 pounds, built like a linebacker. He seems to be coming right for me, so I squeeze myself over to the side wall so that I don’t get flattened. Something about this feels dreamlike, and I become lucid.

I walk further down the hallway toward a door, but before I walk through, the scene changes into a semi-darkness like the void. I rub my hands together and keep walking forward, preparing for the next dream scene. From out of the darkness, a voice says, “Oh, that’s the guy who thinks he’s a wolf.”

For some reason I take this as an affront to my lucidity and I shout back, “I am the motherfucking wolf!” :canislucidus:

The voice falls silent and now I can make out repeated patterns in my field of vision, though it’s not at all clear what the patterns represent. I reach toward them and they respond to me touch, moving like cloth. I go into a long monologue about how “I’m peeling back the curtain of reality” and try to push these shapes aside to see what’s beyond.

Finally the “curtain” parts and I’m in semi-darkness, seated in a huge, ornate movie theater. The seats are filled with people, animals, and even unfamiliar alien creatures. They’re all staring drowsily at the screen, fascinated by what’s playing out there.

I can make out shapes and action on the screen, but don’t study it too closely since I’m fascinated by everything else I’m seeing. I feel like all of these beings (myself included) are gathered here to dream. I narrate to myself, “That’s what dreams are…”

As I look around, I notice that every moviegoer has a little icon above their head which indicates what kind of food they’re eating. One tall, insectile alien has an icon representing Hot Tamales candy bouncing over its head. Not long after noticing this, I wake up.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #2??: That Sexy Corner

I think that I'm still waiting to fall asleep, but I start to get that funny dream feeling and realize that I may have blanked out for a bit. I nose pinch and blow right through, becoming lucid!

I will my legs to ooze to the floor, then I'm up and out in an OBE-style lucid. It feels dark and a bit faint, so I rub my hands together and say, "I'm out of bodyyyyyyyy!! Oh yeah, out of body!"

My perspective switches to looking up at the corner where the ceiling meets the walls. This is unexpected, but I just pretend this is what I wanted to look at all along. "Oh yeahh!!" I say. "That sexy corner!"

This seems to give me my control back, and I walk out into hall, vaulting over the railing and walk downstairs. The dream is much better lit now, and I walk over to the front door to look outside. Wife is standing there and I get the sense that she's going to ask me to take care of some chore, and I mentally remind myself not to get caught up in any distracting pseudo-waking life tasks.

This loss of concentration somehow snaps me back to lying in bed. I ooze out onto the floor again, and I mutter something about having to go all the way back down now. My grumpiness seems to take me out of the proper mood and the dream ends.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #2??: One Last Handshake

I walk down a long hallway to find my dad and my grandfather sitting next to one another at a table next to the top of some stairs. My grandfather passed away over 10 years ago, so I simultaneously feel overjoyed and realize that this is a dream.

I say, “I want the chance to shake your hand one more time.” He smiles at me. He was in a wheelchair in the years before he died, but now he just stands up and towers over me like he always did. I shake his hand, and hug him. For a moment I have the sensation of hugging him, but soon the visuals vanish into abstract shapes.

“I want to ask you just one more question,” I say. “Can I do that?” I don’t have anything in mind but for some reason I want to do this.

“Yes.”

“What’s your favorite memory of your time in World War II?” A map of the world appears. “Was it your time in Okinawa?” Wait, no, he was never in Okinawa. “Or Pearl Harbor?” He wasn’t at Pearl Harbor. As I name each location big red glowing circles surround different spots on the globe. Other spots light up at random too. I become confused about what I want to ask, now, and the moment slips away.

Now I’m back at the top of the stairs, and my dad and my grandfather have both vanished. I head down the stairs, trying to think of goals or Tasks of the Month. Nothing comes to mind, so I just wander through a long series of rooms that are decorated in fancy, rather frilly, and outdated ways. I run my fingers along the walls as I go, trying to remember to take my time with the dream and not to rush things.

I come to a room that looks like a kitchen and there’s a girl of about 12 standing here. She’s talking to someone, a man that I can’t see. The man says, “[Girl’s name]? Is that you? Prince’s little sister?” [Prince, as in the singer!]

Her: “Yeah, it’s me.”
Him: “But how are you so young? It was years ago when we fell in love…”
Her: “Yeah. Isn’t that creepy?”
Him: “No, I remember…” He says something about how she was much older when he knew her.

Now I have a false awakening where I’m lying on the ground in an empty parking lot next to a building. I’m still lucid, though, and nearby I see a door into the building labeled “Tony’s Dream Productions!” in fancy script. (This is a reference to Inside Out!) I realize that the man I saw in the previous dream scene is having a nightmare, and I should try to help him out. I mostly think Tony is a DC, but have this strong sense that I should still help.

I enter the building and find myself on some kind of soundstage with all of these different facades and bits of fake movie scenery. “Tony!” I shout. “This is a dream! That’s not really her!” I keep walking around the soundstage trying to get his attention.

Finally I see Tony at the top of a set of metal stairs. “I’m dreaming? How do you know?”

“Because I’m dreaming right now. You are too.” I tell him that I’m sure everything’s fine between him and the girl, and that he was only speaking to a dream character. Soon after I tell him this, the dream ends.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #2??: One Last Mission

I’m heading upstairs to change my lightbulbs, but arrive to find that we’ve got tons of people upstairs visiting while my father-in-law changes them for me. I feel embarrassed, as if it looks like I never take care of anything around the house. He even somehow installed light bulbs with little solar panels attached to them, which I’ve never even heard of!

I head downstairs, feeling inadequate. I see that we have a big video screen that greets people at the front door. I see that it’s programmed to show a big story about turncoat spies within some US government agency. It’s some kind of huge story and these traitors are all over the news. As I’m heading into the kitchen, thinking about this fancy video monitor and the fancy lightbulbs, I realize that this feels a whole lot like a dream.

My father-in-law joins me downstairs and I say, “Hey, [Father-in-law], I’ve got an even cooler way to change lightbulbs!” I gesture at one of the recess lights in the kitchen ceiling and with a couple quick hand gestures, pull it out, summon a new one, and place it into the socket. It lights up!

He looks amazed and asks me how I did that. “This is actually a lucid dream,” I admit. “You can really do anything here.” He nods in acknowledgement, still looking impressed.

I recall my conversation yesterday with Iokheira where we were talking about cool dream ideas that people had never, ever done. I chose one of the ones we had decided was awesome enough that we were going to try: werewolf skydiving! :canislucidus: I phase through an external, curtained door out onto a back patio.

There’s a long row of side-by-side deck chairs here, with lots of people lounging around and relaxing. I look at the woman closest to the wall, but no, this isn’t Iokheira . One chair over, though is a group of three women sitting together, and on the left is Iokheira ! She hops out of the chair and we hug.

“It’s great to see you!” I say.

“Great to see you too!” she says and then starts nodding as I’m about to say, “Do you remember what we’d planned to try in this dream?” I can tell that she already knows the plan is werewolf skydiving.

Iokheira throws on a pair of aviator sunglasses, grabs my hand, and strides forward. We walk through a large yard into some suburban streets. She says, “Dylan (??) and Romero tried to tell me that this is my last mission. We’ll see about that...” I get the idea that she’s some kind of spy or secret agent. “The agency’s in [turmoil? chaos?] right now.”

I’m strongly sensing a backstory where she’s an agent in some kind of secret government agency. I wonder if it’s some kind of special division for werewolves. We go past a bus stop to a grassy field, while she continues to explain some more of the backstory. I wonder whether there will be a cliff at the end of this field for a possible BASE jump! Before we get to anything like that, though, the dream ends.