Lucid Time!

Another lucid after a WBTB

I am on a beach. This time I am very lucid and I have no doubt in my mind that this one is worth counting for full points.

The beach is an OTD environment. The weather is cloudy with a dark storm out at sea. The clouds are very vivid and detailed, they seem to be stacked up and up as I look into the sky in this massive cumulonimbus cloud. It is windy but it is not raining though I occasionally hear a stroke of thunder.

The beach also has a strange pattern, like there is a subsurface layer of concrete or stone with sand over it with corrugations or waves about every half-meter. Man-made in nature its not a natural formation. Thus the beach (or at least this section of it) alternates between a thin layer of sand and raw stone. I remember as I am walking (barefoot and by the looks of it in-form) the ground beneath my feet properly changes texture and resiliency. I experiment with it, seeing if the pattern is correctly maintained even when I am not looking just judging where my feet should be.

I think that this is a lucid dreaming competition, and a lot of points are awarded for dream control so I had best start racking that up. I set an intention to keep the dream long and stable and remember all of it. I decide to start simple and start running. This form is much more capable and athletic than my waking form. Even on sand running at great speed is effortless, and there is no strain in my knees or ankles or no difficulty breathing. I don't know if I could take points for super speed its tough to say if this was just a fast run but one that a normal person could do.

I took off and launched myself, pushing energy down to create my rockets. This works though there is still lethargy in the rockets, the flame is pitiful and doesn't provide much propulsion. I still get a long leap traveling down the beach, maybe two meters vertical and ten meters distance. I try again pushing down a little harder and get a bit more altitude. Still I'm barely flying but I manage to stay in the air long enough to fly in a circle and do a flip in the air before landing, but I'm still dealing with impotence. I decide to land and surrender that task, supposing I've done enough to count for basic flight. And because the dream is really vivid even this very low-level flying is exhilirating.

I then meet a dream figure, a larger man carrying a large white bag it looks like it would contain topsoil or rock salt or something, but the label says like "Moo Moo Strawberry Milkshake Mixture Powder". The man starts talking to me trying to convince me to try/drink his beverage because it has health benefits. He shows me the drink in some small cups set out on a table and I think I should try it (knowing you can get points for eating or drinking something). But I don't get around to drinking it. Instead, for some plot reason I don't remember he gives me a black thumb drive and tells me to read the data on it. The data is the formulation for this mixture.

The dream scene transitions to a library or study in a fancy mansion or old university. I use a summoning trick to pull out a slate (a slate is a small highly advanced crystal computer which I have used a couple of times). I use a sort of adapter to connect the modern flash drive to highly futuristic crystal computer. I try to activate the device though it doesn't seem to work, the device won't even activate.

I shrug and surrender that this isn't working and that I'm not particularly interested in this plotline anyways. The dream scene changes again. Now I'm in my childhood home. The dream is substantially less vivid. I decide I will attempt to summon Manei, even though I have been in this situation many times before, having lucid dreams of being alone in my childhood home attempting to execute dream control. I think about how my theory is that mundanity and grounded-ness of the location might unconsciously stifle all my dream control attempts as I think of it too much as a purely 'real' location. Thus the rules of waking reality are imposed.

I meander around for a bit calling her name, opening doors with the anticipation of finding her behind them and using my old summoning command. Just a "throw crap at the wall and see what sticks." Though I know this has never worked. Eventually I get frustrated since I have dealt with this situation so many times before over many years (clearly no longer fully lucid at this point as I am getting tainted by emotion) and try to brute force it. I just concentrate on an area and visualize her appearing very intensely, like imposing your imagination on waking reality. This actually seems to partially work and I can see her starting to manifest sort of like wet paint being washed away in reverse the right colors and shapes are starting to come in. Each time the visualization starts to unravel or she is just becoming me talking to myself I yell "stop!" and try to keep her 'physical' form from unraveling. I managed to get her left hand completely solidified and started to pull on it, trying to get the rest of her out of the fog. But the physical effort translated to the waking world where I was yanking and thrashing in my bed, causing me to wake up.

DILD 10pt
DC Interact 2pt
Flight 5pt
Use Electronic Device 5pt (didn't work)
Advanced Summoning 15pt (Someone tell me if this botched/unfinished attempt counts. I can still take basic summoning for having my slate if not.)

Another lucid after a WBTB

I am on a beach. This time I am very lucid and I have no doubt in my mind that this one is worth counting for full points.

The beach is an OTD environment. The weather is cloudy with a dark storm out at sea. The clouds are very vivid and detailed, they seem to be stacked up and up as I look into the sky in this massive cumulonimbus cloud. It is windy but it is not raining though I occasionally hear a stroke of thunder.

The beach also has a strange pattern, like there is a subsurface layer of concrete or stone with sand over it with corrugations or waves about every half-meter. Man-made in nature its not a natural formation. Thus the beach (or at least this section of it) alternates between a thin layer of sand and raw stone. I remember as I am walking (barefoot and by the looks of it in-form) the ground beneath my feet properly changes texture and resiliency. I experiment with it, seeing if the pattern is correctly maintained even when I am not looking just judging where my feet should be.

I think that this is a lucid dreaming competition, and a lot of points are awarded for dream control so I had best start racking that up. I set an intention to keep the dream long and stable and remember all of it. I decide to start simple and start running. This form is much more capable and athletic than my waking form. Even on sand running at great speed is effortless, and there is no strain in my knees or ankles or no difficulty breathing. I don't know if I could take points for super speed its tough to say if this was just a fast run but one that a normal person could do.

I took off and launched myself, pushing energy down to create my rockets. This works though there is still lethargy in the rockets, the flame is pitiful and doesn't provide much propulsion. I still get a long leap traveling down the beach, maybe two meters vertical and ten meters distance. I try again pushing down a little harder and get a bit more altitude. Still I'm barely flying but I manage to stay in the air long enough to fly in a circle and do a flip in the air before landing, but I'm still dealing with impotence. I decide to land and surrender that task, supposing I've done enough to count for basic flight. And because the dream is really vivid even this very low-level flying is exhilirating.

I then meet a dream figure, a larger man carrying a large white bag it looks like it would contain topsoil or rock salt or something, but the label says like "Moo Moo Strawberry Milkshake Mixture Powder". The man starts talking to me trying to convince me to try/drink his beverage because it has health benefits. He shows me the drink in some small cups set out on a table and I think I should try it (knowing you can get points for eating or drinking something). But I don't get around to drinking it. Instead, for some plot reason I don't remember he gives me a black thumb drive and tells me to read the data on it. The data is the formulation for this mixture.

The dream scene transitions to a library or study in a fancy mansion or old university. I use a summoning trick to pull out a slate (a slate is a small highly advanced crystal computer which I have used a couple of times). I use a sort of adapter to connect the modern flash drive to highly futuristic crystal computer. I try to activate the device though it doesn't seem to work, the device won't even activate.

I shrug and surrender that this isn't working and that I'm not particularly interested in this plotline anyways. The dream scene changes again. Now I'm in my childhood home. The dream is substantially less vivid. I decide I will attempt to summon Manei, even though I have been in this situation many times before, having lucid dreams of being alone in my childhood home attempting to execute dream control. I think about how my theory is that mundanity and grounded-ness of the location might unconsciously stifle all my dream control attempts as I think of it too much as a purely 'real' location. Thus the rules of waking reality are imposed.

I meander around for a bit calling her name, opening doors with the anticipation of finding her behind them and using my old summoning command. Just a "throw crap at the wall and see what sticks." Though I know this has never worked. Eventually I get frustrated since I have dealt with this situation so many times before over many years (clearly no longer fully lucid at this point as I am getting tainted by emotion) and try to brute force it. I just concentrate on an area and visualize her appearing very intensely, like imposing your imagination on waking reality. This actually seems to partially work and I can see her starting to manifest sort of like wet paint being washed away in reverse the right colors and shapes are starting to come in. Each time the visualization starts to unravel or she is just becoming me talking to myself I yell "stop!" and try to keep her 'physical' form from unraveling. I managed to get her left hand completely solidified and started to pull on it, trying to get the rest of her out of the fog. But the physical effort translated to the waking world where I was yanking and thrashing in my bed, causing me to wake up.

DILD 10pt
DC Interact 2pt
Flight 5pt
Use Electronic Device 5pt (didn't work)
Advanced Summoning 15pt (Someone tell me if this botched/unfinished attempt counts. I can still take basic summoning for having my slate if not.)

Okay I'm back.

My sleep has been really disrupted the last few days. Some IRL drama really messed with my flow in this comp. (Here's hoping its one of those comps that gets extended and gets a third week.)

I did two WBTBs this morning until I got some results. It wasn't a good LD. Normally I don't count LDs for comps unless I'm really lucid, but I'm feeling generous to myself so I'll count this one.

I had some memories of earlier sections of the dream. I was on a beach with purple sand. The sand was crystalline, like grains of ground-up amethyst. I was also at my grandparents (father's side) house for part of the dream. The kitchen was rearranged weirdly and my grandmother was baking something. I rarely saw her cook or bake.

I was in some OTD environment. It seems like a dirt field, like an industrial junkyard with old broken concrete and scrap metal and stuff sitting around in piles, surrounded by trees. On one side the trees open up revealing a view. The field is on top of a shallow hill which stretches out over to a city with some tall buildings. I am there, (semi)lucid and in dream form with some dream figures.

One of them is examining my form, while a few others stand around. She is one of the 'higher ups' is being gentle and relatively respectful about it so I don't mind. I've spent a lot of time in dreams and immersive daydreaming tweaking it and I guess is schematized pretty well and she muses about it seemingly very impressed. I only stop her when she pulls up my shirt and starts poking me in the stomach. She says something like "you have a very interesting abdomen" and I sense that she is scanning me. In some variations of this form the internal anatomy is also changed. I politely asked her to stop poking me there as that (waking body or dream body) is generally off limits. She obliged. Seemingly much more moderate and willing to listen than most encounters with these individuals.

I remember her offering me to explore higher dimensional space as compensation for her getting to examine me. I agreed, knowing it would probably net some interesting results for the dream comp and creates a portal. It sort of looks and behaves like Dr. Strange's mirror dimension. I travel through the portal and find a strange alternate version of the space I was in. Everything is beautiful painterly shades of orange, red and purple. I take off and start flying through the trees, though I'm also shifting through higher dimensions as I do. The entire scene distorts and melts into swirling caustic blobs and the dream destabilizes around here.

Reality Checks 1pt
WBTB 2pt
DILD 10pt
DC Interact 2pt
Fly 5pt

Still nothing but sludge. Very non vivid, having trouble with coherent scenes or plots.

I was taking a vacation in puerto rico. I think I had a terminal illness and was trying to enjoy a vacation before I died. I was on the wet side of the island in a valley between some of the more mountainous regions.

I was at some point making a model of a dress. Apparently I had decided I wanted to get into sewing and fashion design. The dress was to be made of a brown fabric with green arrows going in a circle as the pattern to symbolize that it was made out of recycled materials. It looked absolutely terrible. My model of the dress was made of a rolled-up poster board. I was doing this inside some kind of flower garden.

At some point I was reheating a leftover slice of pizza in a clay oven with a wood fire. Some woman came over to see what I was doing and when she saw the pizza she seemed grossed out and left.

At some point I was riding on the back of a brown and white horse. But it turned into a really tall bicycle that I couldn't figure out how to get down off of.

This dream was non vivid and I don't have much recall of it but it had an interesting premise.

There was a restaurant/tavern in the woods run by talking animals. The one running it is (well I don't know exactly... He looked like some combination of a ringtail lemur, squirrel and koala bear.) This scene plays out the same and every time the owner is talking to his chef who is this sort of six-armed bear. There is an argument and a cast iron pot falls on someone and kills them. Then the bear who is arguing with the owner spills a pot of boiling oil which catches on fire and results in the tavern burning down.

This repeats every 17 minutes. (Though each run-through of this scenario seems to take a lot less than that). The setup is sort of like outer wilds, I must go through it over and over and eventually stop the disaster. However this seems really hard to do, there is some final-destination like rigging of events that makes them really difficult to prevent.

Nothing interesting. I had a dream about being a deep sea saturation diver with some kids from my high school, but the dream was very non-vivid and seemed to lack interesting elements. Being on the ocean floor just felt like walking around sluggishly. Our relief shelter was sort of this inflatable white tent/dome structure anchored to the bottom of the ocean. Accommodations seemed very minimalist inside like we were camping. I remember the tent had a sort of mesh netting in places that we could see outside but somehow the water didn't come in, thoguh the existence of this still caused me a lot of anxiety. The only solid part was an airlock of sorts.

I'll do my points tomorrow.

Nothing interesting. I had a slugdy dream, I was in dream form and at a relative's OTD house where they had a swimming pool in the backyard and a small guest house that I was supposed to stay in. For awhile I was playing in the pool. I remember they had a small water slide and I climbed up it seeing a row of houses to similar pools separated by fences. I remember seeing all these pools (most of them not in use) and thinking about how wasteful it was to have a pool in every yard when most of them don't getting used.

Then I was staying in the guest house in the backyard. It has a code lock on the door. I go outside at night for some reason and then get locked out.

There was a lot of aimless faffing about and mild anxiety that dragged on for a long time. My phone wasn't working. I couldn't get back in the main house or the guest house and I was worried about the reaction my uncle/grandfather would have that I was locked out. I leave my relatives house and walk around the dream environment for a while. Most of it seems to be a big grid subdivision with houses and some shops.

Dream fragment: I was in space, I saw this strange star trek ship with four warp nacelles.

Will do points later when I have more time (but I don't think theres a lot)

I am watching a star wars movie, yet at times also a semi-active participant in the sequence. This is supposed to be the 11th movie in the star wars movie series.

We are on this huge ship. It seems mon calamari in design, reminding me of the MC85 from The Last Jedi, though it has "wings" and a sort of bulbous dome-shaped nose that flares out rather than the beaked design. This ship seems to be a giant heavily defended battle-carrier with hangar decks in its wings. The large dome structure is a powerful forward shielding system.

We are above some planet, seems like a tropical island/archipelago type world with rings and two or three small moons. Blue and turquoise seas and chains of lush green islands under white clouds and visible cyclone like storms. We have some small escort ships that I don't get a good look at and go into hyperspace.

We end up being forced out of hyperspace by some other ship in deep space, no planets or stars are nearby. There is a large fleet of imperial/first order/insert whatever bad guy successor faction existed in this dream facing us down and we are unable to go back to lightspeed and thus forced to engage in combat.

There are new Star Destroyers. They are the standard gray and have the arrowhead shape with the hangar in a "notch" on either side and rear hyperdrive housing like a venator-class star destroyer. But these ships lack any sort of bridge tower and seem to be huge, maybe two or three times the size of a standard ISD. Instead of a bridge there is a sort of staircase structure along the centerline of the ship with the main guns placed up along it leading to a sort of large dome structure. The design also seems to be mirrored top-to-bottom and these ships seem more inclined to fully 3d combat than any other SW ship which generally operates with a recognized "up". When the ships engage in combat they while appearing to move 'slowly' due to their size are inclined to roll and move in the third dimension to try and get better positioning.

There is also a ship that looks like the mandator-IV/siege dreadnaught from TLJ but is only has a single giant gun rather than a pair of them.

This swiftly turns into a large scale space battle. We deploy our fighter wings and we have some big guns of our own on the giant battlecarrier to fight the other large ships. I have some authority as to how things are playing out but this sequence focuses on a series of pilots in various ships. There is a space fighter called an 'H wing' which looks almost exactly how you'd imagine.

This battle sequence goes on for a long time focusing on different pilot characters engaged in the space battle. The large battle carrier is attempting to avoid being flanked as though its shields are immensely strong, able to take anything the hostile fleet can throw at it, the shields can only be that strong if they are concentrated on one area of the hull at a time. It seems like I am able to handle the situation competently enough, we take a few hits to the hull on the starboard side and hanbar bay where the sheild is penetrated but the ship's core systems remain operable and the fighters are able to destroy several enemy vessels.

...

There was another dream on the morning of the 12th but it was pretty boring. I was in a bar or club type setting trying to hide the fact that I had wet myself.

4/13/2025

I am in a lucid state in some kind of combat. This seems like another superpowered character (another Viltrumite/invincible esque fighter). I am flying high above the clouds but dive down over a mountainous region. Very picturesque, snowcapped mountains, rivers, lakes, and tall pine trees. I remember I flew low and then straight into the side of a mountain. My pursuer was lagging behind by quite some distance. I used the staff or command line to delete a section of the mountain. A horizontal slice just a few meters in height.

I think this scenario was inspired by this.

I vividly remember flying through this gap. The command line cut the rock smooth, like polished stone created a marbled pattern on the floor and ceiling. My pursuer followed me through. However I had timed it right such that I managed to escape out the far side before the mountain fell back onto its base. There is an immense sort of 'clack' and a large shockwave radiates out snapping fully grown trees and blowing me off course, messing up my flight pattern and I land in a mountain lake.

I am in the park where IWL I jog alot walking with Marcus and talking about something. This situation leads me to do a state check (nose pinch) and become lucid. I remember I really had to focus on breathing while I was doing it as the sensation of breathing was very unusual. I've had nose pinch RCs fail when (I believe it happens I'm very deeply in sleep and my dream-body breathing becomes disassociated with my waking body's breathing.)

I decided I would experiment with my staff which is supposed to help with dream control. I summon it though it takes some finagling to get its appearance right. At first its a large staff padded with thick foam and fake leather, sort of like some sort of training weapon. I feel this is symbolic of me still being in "training" with this experimental tool, and I am consciously aware of this. I manage to change its form first to just a wooden stick in the proper shape of the staff and then its proper metal-like construction though it seems too small in scale.

I am also consciously aware of (on some level) how the lucid dreaming competitions tend to award a lot of points based on dream control. Some part of me wants to just get into a lucid dream and fire off and demonstrate as many dream control abilities as I can as quickly as possible not really caring about the plot of the dream or carrying out any tasks or narratives. Though a sort of higher part of my consciousness says that this is cheesy or 'cheating' the contest. I don't cheat. If anything sometimes I feel guilty about counting dreams where I wasn't fully lucid or other 'jank' stuff and only want to count dreams where I was genuinely and truly lucid.

We must have been walking and talking for quite a while as I fiddled with the staff, because we were at the opposite end of the park maybe half a km away. I'm still not satisfied with the staff though I've managed to bring up its command interface.

This guy comes down he looks like Conquest from Invincible. (I'm not sure why the antagonists of this show keep cropping up as I haven't actually watched it and am only vaguely aware of it from some friends on Discord who have shared clips and talk about it, but dreams are like that and sometimes residue that you don't consciously focus on gets a major presence in the subconscious.) We had a dialogue.

Conquest: "I'm here to conquer your planet in the name of the Viltrum Empire"

"I'm busy. You will go away."

Conquest: "You don't understand. I'm here to take over your pathetic planet."

"You are an antagonist. What do you really represent?"

He talks a little bit more but stays 'In character' and doesn't seem to understand that this is a dream. Eventually he gets annoyed and flies at me to fight, grabbing me and plowing me through a field making a long trench in the dirt and knocking over some trees. We tangle for a bit with punches and kicks. I can keep up or am maybe even a bit faster speed-wise but this guy is monstrously stronger and its like punching and kicking a brick wall. I took a punch with his robotic hand to my left arm that really hurt. I felt like my arm was broken and I was even sore after waking up. When I get an opening I pull the staff back to me, with it flying into my hand like Thor's hammer and whack him in the head. No time for the staff's actual function I just hit him with it.

I get up and start flying to get some distance. The park and city layout are wrongly and we're over a large stretch of forest that doesn't exist IWL, though the layout of my town seems roughly right though stretched and expanded in many ways. Time to actually test this thing out.

I concentrate on the staff. Despite being a magical staff it executes commands in a very procedural way, its almost like how Monkey's command console. I have to think of precisely what I want for it to work. When I fire from it it displays something like:

Function Voxel_Base_Set_Rect_Prism;
SetDimension (5000,5000,5000);
SetMaterial (Osmium);
KineticTensor (False);

He flies up to me and I generate the cube of solid metal about the size of a house. It starts as a purplish-pink outline and then becomes solid shiny blue-gray metal right as he flies into it. Then gravity takes over and the box falls on top of him and onto the ground in a parking lot with an immense crash. I spawned a second box with the KineticTensor set to true. This attaches the box on the end of a long string of energy that lets me telekinetically move it around. Its partially mental, partially physical. It feels heavy like moving a large sledgehammer but I'm able to smash it around (no care about collateral) and this seems way more effective way to fight an opponent.

At some point I got him on the ground, trapped between the first box I dropped and the second box that I was using as a weapon. I executed a new function called Magnetic_Polarize and magnetized the boxes together. They slapped together with a loud clank and shockwave seemingly becoming melted and fused but the guy still broke out from between, roaring with rage. He didn't seem to be at all injured, just pissed off.

Function Voxel_Atomic_Find_And_Replace (Oxygen, Fluorine);
Function Voxel_Atomic_Find_And_Replace (Nitrogen, Lithium);
SetShape (Sphere, 2500);

I fire this centering it directly on him, converting the oxygen in the air into flourine. There is a blast of pink-red flame like a bomb. Again not much visible damage on the outside though his suit seems to be burned now and he's coughing. He gets mad and charges me again. This time I take the staff, though I don't remember what the exact command was but it had something to do with rotating gravity. I rotated the entire world around my reference point nintey degrees and he spirals out of control and smacks into the ground. The world is now like an endless cliff face with cars, buildings, people and trees all flowing off and falling down into the abyss. I see the rivers and lakes nearby to my town spill out and rush down like a waterfall in a very realistic manner. Then the moon passes overhead. It's huge in the sky like it is in moonfall like its barely touching the atmosphere on its near side.

I must have started to lose lucidity because I made a pretty irrational combat move. I created a large barrier that we were both inside of and then set its radius to a negative value. When it collapsed on us we got sent to another dimension.

I don't know what to call this place besides "The Heptagon Dimension". It's pretty much a black void with a floor of white lines that are endlessly tiled regular heptagons. (Not hexagons, Heptagons, seven sided shapes). It's weird but the first time I've seen it in a dream you can look at this pattern and anywhere you look, locally it makes sense though it has this strange fractal like bending effect like the game Hyperbolica in your peripheral vision. There is a snowy effect of white particles rising up from the floor. Intuitively I know that this dimension is also very small, its like the quantum realm from the MCU its like smaller than atoms or Planck lengths.

He keeps yelling and trying to charge/fly at me but every time he curves away. The geometry of this dimension is clearly confusing him and has badly disrupted his combat tactics.

"I'm going to wake up now. You can stay down here until you've learned your lesson."

Been trying to get back into it for the spring comp.

Was having a classic 'back in school' type dream. I am in the classroom of my 11th grade English class. That specific classroom seems to be a particular favorite of my subcon for reasons I'm not really sure. But I am taking a science test of some form, mostly multiple choice but there are a few written response type questions. It has 59 questions total and there is some weird way you are supposed to fill out the test on two separate pieces of paper, something which I have not done correctly.

I finish and turn in the test, then get out my laptop at my desk. The teacher comes back around and says that I haven't done the test correctly and will likely get a low grade. This brings in an artificially inflated sort of anxiety which is enhanced when I notice that it is sometime in the year 2021.

I do a nose pinch RC and recognize that this is a dream. I get up to leave the classroom and then wake up.

I was lucid though it wasn't fully a dream. I think I was actually halfway awake but sleepy enough to still hold onto a dream-like state. I was only a passive observer and could feel quite clearly my real body laying in bed. I was having that genre of dream with Marcus where we are flying through space talking showing me different anomalies and the like.

I became lucid and I asked him, mostly just for fun, what the solution to the N-body problem was without iterating through it.

He showed some complicated mathematical equations and he explained that it requires "multidimensional recursive mathematics". The basic idea was you use an equation that takes the average of the mass and position of all bodies except one and treat that as a common barycenter, and then calculate the gravitational interaction for those two bodies using the standard 2-body formula. But then you must put the equation inside of itself and do that for all subsequent bodies effectively creating an infinite recursion loop since you need to know the equation's solution before you have solved it in order to solve it correctly. He explains that to the 'Aliens from Arrival' it's a high school math problem because they can perceive time non-linearly and the equation/branch of mathematics to solve it hasn't been discovered by humanity because you need a certain type of advanced quantum computer to do it.

He brings me to a place where there are three planets, a red mars like one, a gray mercury like one and a white icy one all gravitationally interacting with each other. He connects the red and gray one with a HUD line showing their barycenter and shows the solution and a bunch of complicated equations for the white icy planet. Interestingly the HUD is purple and it looks like my dream HUD/overlays not his.

I realized I had asked the question in jest but predictably, Marcus had given me a serious answer, and I tried to remember as much as I could about his explanation because it was interesting, even though in all honestly its probably not useful.

The dream carried on for awhile after that though it turned more into waking and actively guided thoughts and sleepy daydreaming after that.

This dream started off as something more interesting. I can't recall precisely what no matter how many times I use my recall tricks, I only recall the final stretch before waking.

I was in a school gymnasium. It wasn't my school, it seemed like a completely OTD environment. The gymnasium has an irregularly shaped room connecting it onto the corridor network of the school building, sort of a locker room with benches and so fourth. A huge mass of people are in it but with only one door on either side of the room there is a constant traffic jam and shuffling.

This girl comes in from the gym. She's got dark hair and approaches me making sexual gestures. While I'm trying to do whatever it is I'm doing she comes up in front of me and starts moaning and making sexual motions. I know she's teasing me in front of her friends. She's attempting to make fun of 'me' (whatever persona I've assumed in this dream) for their inability to get laid. This deeply irritates me but I resolve not to make a scene or give them any kind of reaction, even as several of her friends start taking pictures on mobile phones. There's a deeper, almost lucidity-inducing thought here. I'm tired of humiliating non-lucid dreams. I'm tired of the anxiety and the frustration and the abuse.

I finished doing whatever I was doing and get up. Her friends try to position themselves block me so they can continue teasing me but I weave around them and get out into the gymnasium. The room is mostly empty though there are a few dream characters around the periphery. There are a few men in military uniforms sitting at a table at the far side of the gymnasium, some kind of recruitment of fitness tryouts for some branch of the armed forces. I have a brief conversation with one of them who is actually some friend of mine and fill out a form. It's not an enlistment form, I know that.

I then end up lining up along the wall with some other martial artists, and I notice that I am wearing a martial arts uniform. A strange blend of people from both my new and old taekwondo studios. This scene or situation has been in several dreams over the past year or so. Mostly dream fragments and non-lucid dreams that have been so faded I don't even find them worth noting. But I'm standing with my back against the wall amongst a group of other martial arts practitioners in uniform getting ready for some kind of demonstration.

I look up and notice the gymnasium ceiling is vastly higher and larger than normal. It seems to be a sort of terraced structure, like the negative of a ziggarut with gymnasium floors many stories up stepped around this central "pit" where we are resembling a normal gymnasium. As I start to wake up I mentally question how comically unsafe this setup must be as anywhere but the bottom level there is an edge with no railing that could send you plummeting 10+ meters onto a hard wood floor or bleacher.

The walls all seem to have those stretched fabric/canvas wall decorations used to add a splash of color to painted cinderblock walls. (I don't know if those things are still a thing but they were everywhere when I was a kid even if nobody ever noticed or talked about them.) They were square in shape, a deep red color and four of them were arranged together rotated 45 degrees.

I haven't been posting non-lucids here in years. But I think I'm gonna do it as a little exercise to myself before the next competition, because I recently had two seperate incidents where I lost a lot of dream journal progress. Sometimes I honestly feel a bit conflicted about how much of my dream-life is public on this site but as long as the dreams are relatively benign like this one, I don't see the harm.

I was at a political rally though it seemed disorganized as people of opposing interests were there. Someone threw a snowball at me and then things started to escalate. I actually for a breif time got mistaken for an ally to the opposing side and was surrounded and sort of dragged by a group of people around the grounds for a bit.

Eventually I managed to slip away, and I just started run, wanting nothing to do with either party. The rally was being held on the snow-covered lawn of this large three story brick building that ran a long ways in both directions.

I kept running for awhile, entering into a city. The city was supposedly London but the architecture was uniformly brick buildings in a steep staggered ziggurat sort of design with few variations. The buildings had complex almost tribal patterns defined into their facades by various colors of bricks (terracotta, yellow, white, dark, and even green and a dull steel blue). The streets were lit by a sort of gas lanterns hanging from complex posts that resemble cranes/flaminigos standing on one leg and many of the cars seemed downright futuristic with small sort of pod-like designs.

I stop running and try to jump over a bench or news stand or something surprised at how easy this is. I jump close to two meters and seem to float down more gradually than I should. A dream figure is impressed by this.

I start to slide into lucidity. I notice that I am dressed in a gray cutoff and high waisted pants. I would never dress that feminine on the waking body. The waking body doesn't look like this. I jump around a few more times and then attempt to "hold it" and hover in the air by splaying my arms out, not too dissimilar from some of my flying postures. I don't fly by I manage a sort of sputtering hover by controlling my breathing and focus and gradually float back down.

I am involved in a ship salvage operation. It is a large ship, easily over 1km long with a horizontal deck plan and bilateral symmetry, it looks to be in fairly good shape. We pull up alongside it assuming the vessel to be abandoned. Upon entering through the airlock we find the ships interior is empty. About 75% of the hull is completely empty of internal bulkheads or any sort of structural support outside of the outer hull plating. There are large windows in places, most of which would have been oriented like skylights when the ship had artificial gravity and such. The windows seem to be odd shapes, all of them are made up of triangular glass panels with an isogrid style design.

We come under attack. Hiding out in the bottom 25% of this ship are its owners or defenders. The operate small pod-like machines. These machines have four spider-like legs with mag locks or something to that effect that can clamp onto and walk on the hull of a ship, even non-metallic materials like the whitewashed fullerene paneling this ship appears to mostly be made out of. Their machines have large glass bubble cockpits and heavy duty worklights. Two small thruster pods stick out on long pylons with several large nozzles on each thruster block. Most importantly there is a distressingly large rotary cannon of some descrpition on the front of these things.

I remember grabbing a metal spike, some spare piece of junk from the ship and spiking it through the canopy glass. The guy inside isn't wearing a pressure suit and chokes out from vac exposure.

4.4.2024

I am in the bathroom of my current house. The bathtub is full of water and pee and (theres no really eloquent way to put this) has about a dozen turds floating in it. The floor gives out and the bathroom falls through ot the first floor and then the basement. I am exploring the basement for awhile, its this big maze of abandoned passages and rooms with rusty pipes and crumbling brick walls that seems to go down several levels below the house.

Manei and I were participants on a game show. We were doing that game where there is a foam board cutout of a person that you must jump through. Its called the "trial of shape" or something like that. There is a rather small form that she wont fit through and she just sort of glares at it angirly annoyed that this game isn't accommodating or fair. I pass through it perfectly.

The dream changes to a hospital scene. Nicole watterson from the Amazing World of Gumball is going ot have a baby though she doesn't look to be pregnant. She lifts up her shirt to show her belly to the doctor and there is a paper tearing sound and a big belly appears. Then another paper tearing sound and her belly gets even bigger. Then a third paper tearing sound as a baby which is 'me' tears through her belly (its not gorey its just cartoony and looks like torn paper). Baby me is sticking out of the rip in her belly from the waist up starts flailing around like a garry's mod character and screaming obnoxiously loud. He/I takes a toy racecar from nowhere and makes engine sounds driving the car in circles. Then falls asleep for several seconds making an obnoxious cartoon snoring sound. Then wakes up again and continues flailing around.
The doctor says something to the effect of "ah yes a perfectly healthy baby"

The dream scene changes though this is still connected to the previous dream. I am in my childhood neighborhood in early dawn hanging out with some other kids. I think I am just wearing shorts and no shirt and I am in dream form. One of the kids asks who I am and I respond by saying "I dont know I was just born but this body is mature. I know english and I think a little of [some other language with a nonsense name]."
The kid walks me over to a group of friends and tells me I hae to be initiated into his group by playing the slapping game. He tells me to put my hands out palms down and he will slap them. Then I will slap his. We repeat this until one side gives up or flinches. I think to myself this game is stupid and I dont want to hurt anyone. He slaps me first and I don't feel it. I slap him but I intentionally hold back quite a bit. Though he still recoils like I hit him quite hard. He then seems to wait and think. I don't want to play this game or oblige this strange violent social construct this group is using. I notice my hands seem smaller and more delicate than IWL. I then remember a conversation with monkey I had about how the hand check never worked for me even though when I go into my dream form my hands are differnet.

I'm lucid. I remember this is a competition, and I remember a conversation I had with monkey about him wanting to fight stormtroopers from star wars together. All of the other kids scatter. The sun has come up now but its being eclipsed as I see the death star approaching earth and some star destroyers jumping in overhead, maybe about 15 of them organized into triangular formations of three. I then think that due to being busy I never actually listed the goal on DV and therefore I probably can't claim points for doing a goal that I didn't declare beforehand so I don't want the dream to do this.
The death star is rotating into position. It seems "accurate" as it rotates I can see all the little details, all of the buildings and greebles on the surface transition from light to shadow with way more resolution than I think WL eyes could manage. I distinctly remember how the inside of the laser dish caught the sunlight and transitioned from completely dark to a crescent moon shape and so fourth as the spherical death star rotated opposite. The sun is low in the sky so everything is tinted beautiful pink and orange, the whole effect is sort of like seeing the moon in the sky. Though it seems about two hand-widths across in the sky. I sense whats coming next and I don't want the dream to end.

"Set Barrier Radius 6,500,000; origin point earths core."

I got ot it just in time. The superlaser fires and hits right on the boundary of three hexagonal plates. There is a bright flash and a loud "BWUM!" which then fades like distant thunder. Birds fly away and windows on the houses break but everything is OK.

I did that to stop the dream from ending when the planet got destroyed, but the dream ended here anyways.

I am in a minecraft world. It is a very large underground room, maybe 30 blocks wide and long and 10 tall with a jungle wood plank floor. There are a couple of doors with stripped log frames and the rest of the room is stone with pockets of ore and such like it would be in a normal minecraft world. I go through the door and up a slab staircase into a sort of dojo like location. This area is much more finished and detailed looking and there are candles set around and swords.

The dream transitions to a more realistic style but the dojo setting and candles remain. I am doing meditation but my totem is all chipped and scratched and seems to be crumbling apart. I question how it got like this, but don't become lucid. I think to myself I can use "rock glue" to fix it.

...

I am sitting in the dojo setting though there is now a large dining table. There are four people at this table, Manei, my mother's boyfriend and a foruth figure that I don't ever look at or identify. There are dozens and dozens of tall egg cups each holding a partially eaten boiled egg. I take a very small bite one and it tastes absolutely putrid and I cough, spitting it out, I think it is rotten. The entire table smells of that nasty sulfurous rotten egg smell.

I ask myself how the sense of smell can be active in a dream, and how my dream guide can be at the table with a waking life figure. I'm not sure if I got lucid and then immediately woke up, but it feels wrong to count it if I'm not sure.

NLD: 1pt
Meditation: 2pts
RCS: 0.5pts