I was with my mother, visiting my grandfather in a large retirement home. The place was massive and remind me more of a shopping mall than a retirement home. Grandfather couldn't talk. The dead can't speak because they are possessed (or their souls held hostage) by some kind of spirit/demon. This demon revealed itself to us in the form of three snakes that came out of his mouth and attacked us. They were slimy like eels. We fought these snakes and killed them. I recall crushing one under my shoe. The snakes dead, my grandfather became himself again, taking control of his body. We were done, and got ready to leave. My grandfather, disappointed, asked if we were leaving already. I realized that from his perspective, we'd only just arrived, and he was probably lonely in the retirement home. I felt guilty. I told my mom we could afford to stay, and have another coffee. Fun fact: my mom is also dead. I didn't seem to know this.
It was about 200 years in the future. We had made it. We'd survived every obstacle in our way. We'd survived the wars, the societal collapse and everything else. The world was a sunny and beautiful place. Cities were full of greenery and people were happy. But I wasn't. Sitting on a grassy hill overlooking a shining utopian city, I felt a mix of hope for our future, and utter misery. Everyone I'd ever known was dead, and I was completely, totally alone.
This is more a fragment and I wouldn't bother writing it down except for two memorable things. I was at an outdoor park and found a display with little figurines on it. I picked one up, a figurine of a tower that was intricate and pretty. I turned it over and found a sticker on the bottom. The first thing I was able to do was read the label. It told the name of the tower, though I forget it. O'toole, O'hoole, O'xoole. Something. And it had a description of the metals in the figurine. It was pewter with other metals, but contained a small amount of mercury. I set it down quickly and thought that I should wash my hands. So then, I looked at my hand. It was normal aside from silvery residue on my fingertips. I went to go find a bathroom with a sink to wash my hands.
Dream started on a bus , I was accompanied along with my girlfriend returning back home as the day was soon to be over. There was a boy who was seated in front of us who seemed to misbehave often. In this dream I had a false memory of being on the bus with him before where he would make frequent problems for other people. As we were seated behind him, he turned around and said something offensive and began throwing trash around the area we were in. This caused my partner to become furious with the idea that he had no manners but I told her to let it go and that it didn't matter. He and another boy that is seated not too far from him do this for attention. Afterwards we got off the bus and I found myself in search for my phone as I felt a strong urge that I have misplace it. I eventually see it on the ground only for it to disappear in front of my eyes when I tried to pick it up. I started becoming confuse and question what was going on. I look to the sky and yelled where am I? As I look to the sky for a few seconds it began to change to a massive ceiling and made me feel like I was an ant staring back. I smiled and said I'm dreaming. I then put my vision back in front of me to see the dream environment change to an unknown home. Looks more like a hotel room. I saw the bed with 8 pillows lining down the whole blanket and bed. The color of the pillows was a sharp dark forest green. It somehow was lifelike and looked very vivid and magical. I admire it for a moment as the colors seem to stare back at me before I decided I wanted to see more of the environment. I then saw an office and people working left and right on screens. I tried to talk to some of people but most weren't interested in conversation. As I finally found someone to talk to I ended up losing lucidity due to the conversation and woke up soon after.
For some reason I got the idea to moving slow rhythmic patterns to coax hypnagogia. For some reason, it worked, although I think I might have already been in hypnagogia, so maybe this was part of the dream or something? Anyway once I got inside the dream I took a deep breath, and asked the dream to give me clarity, vividity, and stability. I figured I'd try to expedite the process and try a less conventional method of stabilization: smashing everything in your immediate vicinity. The logic behind this is that you're engaging your whole body to do it. I grabbed my walking stick and swung at my tv, but it didn't break. I swung at it several more times and still nothing. So I then swung at my beloved PC and still, nothing. It was a tower dangling precariously off the desk, yet when I swung at it with full force, it didn't even move! Perhaps the dream has to be stable enough to simulate destruction. So did it work to stabilize a dream? No, not well. The dream was pretty good for a bit, but I lost the plot and started smashing stuff over and over. I focused more on actually trying to break the stuff then what I was doing it for. I then lost lucidity in the dream ended. The reason why I think the dream was as stable as it was is because I asked it to become that at the beginning. So next time, I'll try more simple methods of stabilization like rubbing my hands together, licking things, touching the environment, and perhaps stretching. Rubbing my hands together and stimulating my sense of touch in general has not been successful for me historically, but then again, it could be my fault. I notice that all the times I tried to do it, I never had my heart in it. So, I'll try the stuff that i've heard people say works before I start trying to reinvent the wheel. Still, I'm just glad to have a consistent technique after 2 years of trying. Hell, at this rate, I might not even need the omnilucidity tech. Of course, I'm still gonna test it.
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