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This was the first night since Wednesday that I wasn't up working all night. I had some sleep during the day and about 2 hours or so Friday morning, but this was my first full night's sleep. Actually, I slept on and off from about 3:00 yesterday afternoon until almost noon today.

I have also been doing dream journaling offline. I might just put more interesting dreams and lucids here.

Synthos is a city that I invented some years ago, with an intention of visiting it in my dreams. It has a somewhat cyberpunk atmosphere. A river separates two halves - the buildings of the one half are predominantly white, and this section of the city tends to be safe. I suppose that this is more the "good dreams" section of the city. Across the river the colors are darker, and the atmosphere is much more nightmarish.

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Synthos at Last!

I am doing something, and decide to do a nose pinch RC. I can breathe and conclude that I must be dreaming. I jump into the air, willing myself to levitate but also flapping my arms as though they were wings. This seems to help me fly, and I rise into the air. I look around at the scenery below me, and decide that I will try to go to Synthos (I have tried in the past but I don't think I have succeeded). I look around at the landscape and try to imagine the city, and then I start describing the buildings to myself and wait for things to change. In a moment or two, large buildings begin to appear in the landscape. They aren't quite the gleaming whiteness of how I imagined Synthos or as close together as an urban area, but it's a step in the right direction. This might be the outskirts anyway. I keep concentrating on the description of Synthos, and more and more large buildings appear. I am now flying above a decently sized town, and the buildings seem to be getting larger all the time. I glide in closer to a section of town. The buildings are still of a browner, brick-colored appearance, but my goal was Synthos so it seems likely that this is a part of that city. I can see some writing on one of the buildings (I might have been able to read a word or two, but I don't remember what it was.

Continuing to fly, I come across some water. This is like a large river, but it isn't running between two halves of the city at this point. I might be in a different section of town yet, though. The city is to my right, along the coast of what seems like an ocean now. I fly along and find a place between two tall buildings that looks fun to explore. There is a city street here, with buildings towering on either side (more stereotypically Synthos-ish now, though still not completely white). I land.

I'm looking at a wall, which has some kind of ornamentation on it. It appears to be miniature carvings of heads (presidents, I think?). I begin to worry about losing the dream, so I touch these carvings to try to anchor myself. I notice how they feel, and then I lick them (which sometimes helps to stabilize things). I walk to my right, and I think I turn a corner. But I think I'm losing the dream at this point...

Here I might have gone into the Void and tried to extract myself using the acceleration technique I have heard about. I don't quite recall what happened. I remember at some point that I thought I could move my waking body, and figured I must have lost the dream. But I also remember having another lucid dream, and it's possible that this led into it.

Through the ceiling
I'm in my room, I think. Somehow I become lucid. I rise into the air to fly. I go up to the ceiling, and decide to push through it. I have had trouble with this kind of thing before, but this time I strain against it and put a lot of strength into it. The ceiling gives way (I think I just rip it off entirely, instead of passing through it) and I'm outside. I remember seeing the gutters on the side of the house...

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

I think I am in Brussels wiith some acquaintances. I learn that Sevelina has come out as gay and I am happy for her, but also wonder why she still doesn't talk to me.
We come accross a group of street performers, illusionists, and they are inviting people to join some indoor show nearby. I am dragged along with the group and we attend the show, which strangely involves computers. So their trick seems more like hacking than a magic trick and I am sure it is some scam. Also, only people without basic IT skills could not see through that. I sneak into their backstage to have a word with them and ask for a refund, but once they realize I am onto them, they disappear quickly through a back door and lock it. Then my friends join me and say the front door is closed, so we are basically trapped, After some struglle we knock one door down and look for them outside, but they are gone.

With an undefined friend, as a passenger in his car. We are in the middle of a forest. He calls Carlos, saying he leaves nearby, to ask if we can drop by. I say he doesn't want us there, because I had asked once if I could come for a visit and he had said no. But my friend is convinced he will not say no and after a long conversation on the phone, he manages to get a yes. But he only says he is bringing me along after the yes and I notice that Carlos gets upset. Not that he doesn't like me, on the contrary, but his wife is so very jealous of me. We drive there, it is an old palace covered in traditional Portuguese tiles, white and blue, depicting historical scenes. I am surprised. Carlos looks very tanned and fit, He is just wearing shorts, no shirt. His wife is a very average looking lady, short, with glasses and unnatractive hair, but she seems welcoming, or at least she is making an effort to be welcoming. There is something odd about how simple they look and the place they live in. They take us over a terrace with potted plants and a couple pets. They actually live in a much less fancy area of this palace and I realize they are the keepers and not the owners. Carlos is strangely being very open with me, very handsy and I fear that his wife might indeed get jealous. But so far, she keeps smiling. Then they takes us to the part of the palace which houses some foundation and a museum. I say I'd love to see the interiors and they take us first to inside the museum, not their home. There, I get lost from them in the visiting crowd. I bump into my friends Nuno and Ana, I say hi and they say hi back but they don't stop walking. I bump with them again further ahead and poke Nuno and say hi again. Again they reply but keep moving, looking a bit annoyed with my insistence, so I let them go. Then at some room is some minister presiding over some official ceremony and he adresses some navy officers and they salute. There are also some navy and army people outside, doing the museum tour and at that moment they all stop in their tracks to salute, leaving everyone else confused if they should wait or walk past them and carry on. The museum is very random and it has stuff about Portuguese navigators and explorers, but also some part about a dude who was an actor and decided at an old age to become a bullfighter and married some Spanish royalty lady and there are photos of their wedding and a real size photo of the lady in her wedding dress with a several meter long tail.

Now with Riverstone and some new friends, but I think I am still on that palace/museum, entering a new area that is a bit more surreal. I lose sight of them, and go from room to room looking for them and I find a kind of baby nursery, with a few different rooms for kids of different ages. Then end up at another room which is crowded. People are standing in a long line with bags, like an airport security check place. Suddenly I worry that I am not wearing a mask in the middle of this packed crowd, so I look for an exit. Outside I find myself in the city of Porto. Right in front of me on the sidewalk, I see a dog in need of help, but he growls when I approach him. So I let him go, feeling helpless. I call Riverstone on my phone but he doesn't answer. I feel left alone and angry that my friends didn't care for me and haven't even called in to check on me. Then I meet some tall handsome stranger who says he can get me out of here and I am curious, so I follow him. He takes me inside the facility I came from again, but to some different empty area with wild technology. He speaks to some bodyless voice that guides us through some procedure. Him and some other guys that just appeared there, put on some weird looking helmets. They look like legendary nordic warrior gods. They offer me one helmet too and say to stand by their side and that I might get dizy. And I do. I fall flat on my back and can't move, but I am aware. I feel one of the guys laying me down on some bed and making me comfortable, he touches my clothes and for a second I fear he might rape me, so I flinch and regain some control. He assures me it is ok and I trust. We all need to be in physical contact for some reason, so they interlace their feet with mine and for a few seconds I feel between worlds: I can feel my body laying in bed (real bed? or dream bed?) with them around me, but I also already see the other side, the street where I last was with my friends before we entered the palace/museum/whatever. Slowly I wake up there and I am laying on a bench and I spot my friends sitting on another bench. I wanna hug them, but I am also feeling angry. Riverstone says they looked for me, but the phones weren't working and they also got lost on that surreal place. I think he may be saying the truth. Then there is some kind of parade on the street in front of us. It is either some wedding or a funeral. It is festive but also gloomy and it is hard to distinguish. Night falls and I spot some lights in the skies. First is just a pair of orbs swirling, then they form shapes like minimalistic angels or fairies and one comes down straight at me. People in the parade freak out and run in all directions. I freeze, not knowing if this light thing will hit me like a lightning or not. But it just flies-by like saying hello to me or goodbye and up it goes and disappears and I feel it was the guys who brought me over to my reality, just saying goodbye before they leave.