Lucid Time!

Dream starts out, I think I am riding my bike through my old hometown somewhere. I think a scene may have taken place at my father’s parent’s house.

I go to visit an apartment and the dream shifts to a fully otd scene. I am sitting at a counter made of bamboo or some kind of wood and it is shaped to look like a surfboard. There is a small glass jar with bamboo growing in it. I have come to discuss lucid dreaming with him and I am waiting for him to get us drinks.

I say to myself “Okay, I am not stupid, I know enough to properly get lucid here.” And while I was properly lucid this go around, I was still not the most clear minded or focused throughout the dream.

I then notice that the apartment is empty. I walk through a sort of living room area with high ceiling and a big light gray curved couch. I tell myself that when I go through, Manei will be on the other side.

I am now in a different apartment or condo, though it feels like a similar location. I come through to new apartment. This one seems to have plants everywhere and be on the beach, though the design of it is still very fuzzy. There is a tall DF who due to the general instability of the dream seems to be rapidly cycling through different appearances. I kid you not while I looked at them and heard slot machine sounds while they morphed rapidly through different appearances like someone who kept pressing ‘randomize’ on a video game character creator. Their height is the only consistent feature.

“Are you Manei? You’re tall enough to be her.”

The dream figure settles on a form that looks sort of like her base form. Though it appears to be middle aged and appears somewhat pallad and sickly. Regardless I sense that it is her and we embrace and kiss then walk over to the window. The scene outside seems unstable. Directly outside I see a road runs paralell to the ocean and perpendicular along the side of the apartment building. I see the road is below sea level and the sea/ocean is spilling over a small waterfall on the coast, about the meter and flowing down the road. I see a large cumulus cloud (or volcanic ash plume) and small debris raining down from it.

“I see small debris raining down and we’re below sea level. What do you see?”

Manei is now a large bipedial/humanoid grayish tabby cat. She is silent.

We then arrive outside in a canoe, riding down the water which spills over from the sea and runs down the street. I see a police SUV get in the street and turn down, driving through the water my canoe is floating in. The water is maybe 10-15cm deep, barely deep enough for my canoe to float but also shallow enough for the police car to drive in. Cat-Manei is in the canoe but vanishes after I look away from her too many times. I am worried the dream police will stop me but they just go around me.

I am thinking about how I am somewhat lucid but not really. I remember something from robert waggoner's book about how a dream should in theory like to interact with a lucid consciousness over a non lucid one.

I get out of the canoe, wade through the water and go back into the apartment complex. I pick a random apartment and say to myself that “This is Mr. Monkey and Juliana’s apartment. I will meet them in there.”

I go inside. A small white robot with a square head leads me to another apartment door and I am back in the room with the gray couch and the odd high ceiling. I see two dream figures and intuitively know they are Monkey and Juliana. I also see that the high ceiling apartment/condominium has a staircase and a balcony that overlooks the main living space with a sort of firemans pole. I climb the stairs and slide down the firemans pole while I am having diaolouge. As I do, I call out for Manei again.

“Manei, can you please come in here to meet Mr. Monkey and Juliana.” I say. I am trying to arrange a dream scene with all four of us present even though I don’t really have an end goal in mind.

“In a minute I’m taking a picture!” I hear her voice very clearly project from another room. I intuitvely know its a bathroom and that she is getting ready.

Intuitively I know this is her saying “I’m trying to get my form right this time.”

“Hurry up, stop posting to dreamstangram!”

Which has the double meaning of “I don’t care if its not perfect, just come.”

I then pause and for some reason think of ‘dream’ the Minecraft youtuber, and say to myself. “Whoops that had a double meaning, sorry.”

I look at Monkey and Juliana sitting on the big gray couch together. Monkey seems fuzzy but he looks to be wearing a blue bathrobe and white breifs and nothing else. He has large mutton chops and a monkey tail and is sitting on the couch eating chips or cheez-its or something out of a plastic bowl and drinking a beer. Juliana is wearing a tank top that says on her chest “witch bitch” and has short black hair in a sort of pixie cut, and panties. When I look at her she chugs an entire bottle of beer distressingly fast, belches, and then laughs at something on the TV.

I look at the TV and see some kind of old school cartoon, like tom and jerry or something. The actual TV imagery is fuzzy but I hear “whoops” and “clangs” and other stock old school cartoon sound effects. I then notice a 3x5 cardboard case of beer bottles (mostly empty with bottles scattered around on the floor between them.)

I somehow interpret this as symbolic “this is a shared dream on some level, but they are nonlucid, just passive observers who are mentally inebriated and passively going along with a stupid dream plot. I need to help them get lucid. Then I can do my sparring goal with Monkey but in my dream.” I also make the connection to some of our visualization exercises where they are comfortable with drinking and we are not.

But the dream ends and I wake up instead.

-+-

Some dream where I am in a survival situation with my mom. There is an ice age or snow storm and we are alternating between traveling through towns and cities buried in ice and camping out in various buildings finding food and supplies.

No dream recall on nights 11 or 12. Lots of semi lucid work and lots of effort. Nothing I feel is really worthy of being called genuinely lucid though.

Night 13:

I was at an army boot camp. I distinctly remember a large old style white three story building set over a large flat training ground with lots of obstacle courses, running tracks and so on. I was assuming my dreamself identity though it only seemed vaugely lucid dream. I am lucid enough that I think to myself that “my dream identity seems to have a stronger focus than me actually becoming lucid, even though I don’t focus on it.”

In one scene I am getting hassled by the other recruits in my division. They don’t like me for a miasma of reasons. One of them asks why my hair is long when everyone else has to get it cut. I proceed to explain for what feels like the hundredth time (thanks false memories) that my hair is a plant which gives me extra energy and is therefore important to my functioning as a solider. I then proceed to show them a paper with an official looking seal printed on it that was supposedly my waiver.

…

There is another scene. Everyone is in the showers, and one of them points out that hade usually appears to lack certain male equipment. (This is a phenomenon I have noticed; a majority of the times I’ve checked. Ofc I haven’t accurately documented the presence of a penis on my alternate dream self because I don’t really care about that) To which my response was something along the lines of “At least I don’t have a sensitive floppy meat snake between my legs.” Suddenly all the other guys are feeling self conscious.

The other dream figures weren’t really developed besides a vague amorphous wall of about a dozen marine jarhead stereotypes.

…

Another scene. We are running on a dirt road around the base. It's easy for me and hard for everyone else. The soldiers are again frustrated.

…

Eventually some of the other soldiers get tired of me and decide to try to assault me in the locker room next to our bunk. At least three of them. I distinctly remember being quite scared for a moment then ‘remembering’ that I was in my alternate dream body. I told the guys (who all easily weighed twice as much as me and were a foot taller) to back off. I remember intentionally engaging a sort of “sped up consciousness” or “enhanced reflexes” mode despite not being lucid. Grabbing the lead bully I twisted his arm and then slammed his head into a locker but was careful not to do it too hard, not wanting to kill him.

The second guy came at me slowed down. I chi-blocked him, then grabbed his body by the shirt and helped him down so he didn’t hit his head on a bench. The third guy came after me. I baited him into punching and he hit the lock part of a locker, badly injuring his hand and giving up the fight.

The Drill Instructor came in (He of course looked and sounded exactly like gunnery sergeant Hartman from full metal jacket, because of course he did.) And said “What in the name of god’s great green grapes happened here?!”

…

The final scene takes place in an office with the DI, Marcus, Strat from Project Hail Mary, and this Sigmund Freuid looking guy. I can swear it was the same office as the president from the teleporting lucid. The drill instructor explains that he is very disappointed in his men for acting the way that they did, but goes on to ask.

The DI asked why I was on the program at all. Strat said it was a bureaucratic mistake and in order to be considered part of the armed forces I needed to go through basic training to properly qualify. Marcus proceeds to explain that this was some reference to that story in the Halo lore about when master chief beat up the ODSTs, that he wanted to test me and see what I could do, and that I should have been in a separate program but it was a set up to test how me and the other soldiers would react.

The DI then asks why if Marcus was trying to make a cybernetic supersolider body he made it look “like a Kpop star”. He explains that it better fits the “quantum consciousness encoding” pattern and that is important for artificial bodies. (The Freuid guy nods) and for discreet infiltration. Nobody would suspect it to be a ‘hyper lethal vector’.

I start to think more critically about this, that I am clearly a pawn in a bureaucratic play and decide that I’m not going to participate in war on either side. I just turn and walk out of he office and end up waking up.

…

Another dream. I am in my English class and notice my hair is growing the little black hard hair protien fruits again. I am trying to brush them out with my fingers and they are falling over the classroom floor which irritates the teacher. She tells me she is going to call my parents and tell them that I am not taking care of my personal hygene. There is some ongoing anxiety dream, we have to give presentations on elements from the periodic table but I have done the wrong assignemnt. For some reason my presntation is on a nonsensical molecule. It looks like ethanol except theres hydrogen where the carbon shoul be and nitrogen where the hydrogen should be, with the hydrogen atoms on the chain each triple bonded to the nitrogen atoms and each other.

In a semi lucid state I just decide “lol this class doesnt matter” but don’t properly connect to the fact that I am dreaming. I go out in the hall and see Jonathan.

“Im not lucid but I still need to beat him up for a dream goal. I wonder if it still counts if I’m non lucid… wait is the competition still ongoing? Enh who cares.”

I rush at him. He just grins as I approach and I punch him right in the mouth. This does seem to hurt him a little but his head just turns his head back to face me. I then tried to elbow him in the stomach and ribs repeatedly. This again produces a bit of a result but not much. Then he starts to hit me back and it actually hurts. Its not a debilitating pain but one that definently makes one acknoledge that they are being injured. It only lingers the moment after I get hit, too.

The fight goes on for a long time. It swings to favor him for a bit as he pins me against a locker and seems mostly interested in attacking my stomach and kidneys. Then I get out of there and remember that kicking tends to work better than punching, and the fight swings back to me. By the end of it both of us are pretty evenly beat up and the hallway is a mess with blood droplets, dented lockers and a few cracked cinderblocks. I feel tired, but not in the “I’ve been beat up and pushing myself hard” kind of tired, but rather a sleepy kind of tired. I see Jonathan pull out a prison shank and realize “I dont have the energy for this shit anymore” and decide to wake up.

…

My awakening is actually a false awakening into another dream. I’m at a crappy log cabin styled motel with several friends. Theres a bunch of faffing about over who is going to pay for the motel. I then go to a subway resturant only to find out its closed.

…

Third semi lucid. I am in hade form again in a gymnastics training gym. The coach dream figure is intitially very hostile, declaring that I am not allowed to compete because I am not a baseline human and will be disqualitifed from any compeition that I participate in if I am found out, and he will not be having cheaters in his gym compete as it will damage their reputation.

I say that I have no interest in going into gymnastics competitions as competing against normal humans would be too easy and that I am just interested in using his gym to try out how this alternate body works. He calms down and apologizes for coming on so strong.

Night 14:

NLD 1:
I am playing ‘sock’er in a large stadium with a grass floor. The stadium is partially populated with fans who do not seem particularly enthusiastic about watching us play. The weather is overcast and cloudy. The game is played with teams of 9 (3 offense, 3 midfielders, 2 defense and a goalie) at the start of the game the players stand in a 3x3 grid for each team and make a perfet 3x6 grid on the field and this is significant somehow. Though if one will pardon the pun, the game is called ‘sock’er because it is played by kicking around a wadded up sock.

I remember I am one of the offense players for my team. My team seems co-ed and generally very diverse group of mostly OTD dream figures. There are a couple of female players, two very large and muscular men with dark black hair and uniforms. One of the players on our team is actually a dog. Another is Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes and somehow this game is actually a variant of calvinball. Calvin is (of course) a 2d animated cartoon character sprite that overlaps with and interacts with the real world in a mostly predictable way. I am semi lucid while observing him and I study his shadow and position relative to the sun and note that he is 2-d and the image of him just always rotates to face me.

I am one of the offense players and begin bringing the sock to the other side of the stadium to score a goal. I have many FMs of training and being good at this which helps me to control the small and seemingly unpredictable wadded up sock. However I begin to doubt myself and lose control and the sock goes out of the corner of the stadium and down a stairwell.

I must now kick the sock back into play from out of bounds. The ref tells me I must kick from the concrete stairwell. Being barefoot I am very reluctant because the way he has positioned the sock if my kick is a little too low I will jam my toes on concrete. (We are playing barefoot) I do several seconds of preperation before the dream ends.

NLD 2:

I am watching an alternate cut of Independence Day. It is the ending of the movie where everyone goes out to see Will Smith and Jeff Goldbloom (I know they had actual character names but I don’t remember them) in the crashed alien starship. However the scene is short differently, instead of daytime in the salt flat.

Burning pieces of the alien mothership rain down on a rocky tundra at night. The sky is dark, cloudy and full of muffled explosions. The debris seem to fall much slower than they should. The fuselage of Air Force 1 (destoryed) falls and breaks in half. Then the alien fighter sort of pancakes on its belly. The other characters from the movie cheer as will smith gets out. He talks to the camera and says.

“Winning against aliens is 20% having the right tools, 17% showing up, 37% being in the right place at the right time, and the rest is carefully applied tactical insanity.”

NLD 3:

I am outdoors at an OTD location. It seems like a grassy park with a large gazebo with picnic tables for dining. But I am outside a school. This is a Skyrim quest but it is also somewhere in Australia. Weather is hazy, and it has the feeling of being early morning with the sun low on the horizon.

There is a fairly typical mix of game mechanics and me ‘being’ the character in first person that one would find in my modified layer 1 lucid dream. I make my way into a small castle tower and find the character with the quest marker. Originally I am supposed to kill him, but instead he stops me and talks to me. This concludes the quest and I am awarded experience.

I head back outside near the gazebo and see people in stormcloak outfits running around. There are teachers and school staff being attacked. There is a rather conflicting factors in here. On one hand the outfits and weapons of the guards look fake, they look like they are just cosplayers or actors just pretending to be guards. Their attacks and movements seem stilted, like video game characters going through specific animations. But when I see them attack I note that there is blood on the sidewalk and on some of the school staff.

I take out a bow (it seems like the generic long bow design from Skryim) and I am trying to shoot the beligerents with an arrow. This seems way harder than it does while I am properly lucid as the arrow sometimes shoots out and curves down after flying just a few meters. However it seems to still do full damage. I hit one guy in the foot and he drops dead. This was a problem I often had when playing actual Skyrim. I don’t know if it was a bug in the version I was playing or I was just trying to shoot the bow too fast, but I did frequently have this problem on my most recent playthrough.

NLD 4:

I am at a beach. I see several tents set up along the beach and deep trenches or sort of partitions maybe 5 or 10 meters. With each partition one person is in the water. This is some kind of game show being filmed where people are challenged to stay in a small section of ocean without getting out of the water. I am watching this from up on a sand dune or hill above the beach from quite a distance.

A wave breaks in a strange and unnatural way catapulting two large salmon or swordfish through the air and they land very near to me. Someone comes up to me and says we should try to get them back into the ocean before their eggs come out, but their eggs come out anyway. This big mound of black caviar which takes up most of the inside of the fish and is infested with this white looking Rooty fungus/parasite/worms. The smell (smell is not commonly engaged in a dream) is absolutely terrible.

The dream figure seems grossed out and I am grossed out too.

WBTB here, about 6am

NLD 5:

I am in some kind of canyon like enviroment like the American southwest. It is dry and sunny with clear skies. There is a ruined city with many tall buildings off the distance but the rest of the world seems to be flat desert with only the occasional road or building.

I am being hunted by a zombie Bigfoot. He has this rough reddish brown texture to his whole body like cooked meat and is very large and heavy set zombie like being. I remember I have a scoped bolt action rifle and am trying to shoot him from long range, but my aim keeps wobbling and getting thrown off.

At some point I manage to hit him and shoot off one of his arms but this only draws his attention and he is now running towards me. He is still what feels like many miles away and below me in the canyon so I am not overly concerned thinking even if I only hit once every few shots I will be able to kill him long before he gets close enough to be a threat.

NLD 6:

This may have been related to NLD 4 but my notes say that NLD 4 was before an awakening and this dream was after. I was a salmon swimming upstream to spawn. I reach the head of the stream which is a large lake with a snowcapped mountain to the far side and in the distance. Coniferous trees rise all around.

I am thinking about plant life for my personalized dreamplane and semi-lucid, decide to investigate if there is any inspiration around. I investigate the shore of the lake and see a plant that looks out of place. It looks like black and dark red striped grass with a tall sort of pine-cone like structure growing on the end of a long stem that rises out of the water. I am told this is called mosay. It is a grain-like crop that grows in most enviroments and the pinecone looking thing (called a mosay cone) can be ground up into flour and used for a variety of things.

The life cycle of the plant naturally is explained. That if the mosay cone is fertilized by a pollinating insect it will grow larger until it bends the stem and tips into the water. The cone will then release little ‘seeds’ which are these orange-yellow little tadpole/minnow like things that swim around and then burrow into the mud near the side of the lake or river. This is important because the seed fish can actively and intelligently find new locations for the plant with ideal soil nutrients and water flow with sensory organs.

NLD 7:

I am outside at night, though this feels like the beach location from NLD 4 again this was after my WBTB. I am on a boardwalk above the beach. There are small resturants/food stands and small sort of gift shops selling sun screen and beach toys and bikinis and stuff to that effect. One is a surfboard rental shop.

I then see a woman stuck in a large sort of urn or pot. There is a fire below the pot. It has holes in it where her face and arms stick out and if she shifts her body right I can see that she is naked and standing in an odd sort of crouched position to fit within the urn. She has the physique and demeanor of a warrior being tortured and I somehow intutitively know that she is being tortured unjustly and has been in there for a long time suffering from the suffocating heat of the fire, and that this is some form of torture.

I go into one of the shops and get a big metal beach umbrella with a sturdy handle. I disassemble the umbrella to just get the handle and use it to smash the pot. The woman gets out and stands up. She is muscular but quite short, a bit shorter than me and has pale skin and reddish orange hair tied back in a braid. Aside from a few burns and red spots from being inside the ‘hot pot’ torture contraption she seems to be unharmed. She speaks with a Scottich accent and thanks me. She says she is a dreamer from the year 1345 and always has bad these bad dreams and has been waiting for someone to free her.

She then says “This lass gon wake up now.” And disappears in a puff of smoke.

I go inside another building. This building has a queer sort of ‘new house’ feel to it with plain white plaster, windows with stickers on them and flat carpet with very little in it. The room is square and has a high ceiling. The room has a cold nighttime dark blue lighting to it.

I am seated at a the end of a long banquet table with a large fat anthropomorphic bullfrog wearing a tophat on the far end. Food is laid out for us, though it mostly seems to be giant dead flies and grubs prepared in various ways, as well as vegetarian lily pad soup. (stuff a frog would eat, or I guess stuff my brain thinks a frog would eat). Two male dream figures are sitting to either side. They look clean shaven, very late teens or early to mid-20’s. I intuitively know they are Jehovas witnesses or some kind of similar religious emissaries and that they are here to talk about my faith and relationship with god.

I say to myself something to the effect of "I know this is a dream, but I don't see the point of becoming lucid."

I decide I want to get out of this situation. I get up to leave and the two male DFs get up and try to restrain me. I stab one in the neck with a steak knife and kick the other in the groin before smashing a wooden dining chair over his head.

A third one comes in. He is this doughy looking teenager who is younger and he looks nervous. The fat bullfrog orders him to attack me. I see that I don’t really want to hurt him and he is nervous about hurting me so I chi block him and he goes down.

The bullfrog man becomes angry. It wasn’t apparent from my angle but he was the table. In that the top half of his body was a fat human-sized bullfrog with a tophat rotated 180 degrees to give the effect of sitting. But the bottom half was connected in a long ceuntar-like manner to a large body resembling a goat or mule or something. The tablecloth of the banquet and food all falls away as he rears up, rotating the frog section of his body 180 degrees. I see that he has 76 legs with brownish fur and black hooves in a 4x19 grid on the bottom of this long rectangular body, and this is significant somehow.

He says he wants to debate with me whether capitalism or communism is a superior economic system and he says that he is a buisness owner and will argue for capitalism. 


Night 13:
x3 NLD = 3pts
Night 14:
x7 NLD = 7pts
x1 WBTB = 2pts

I was at the dinner table with my mother, father, and father's parents. The location I was in felt like the day care/kindergarten place I went to when I was a young child. (Very odd, do not think in my 15ish years of LDing I have ever dreamed of that place, or even a place that felt similar to it.) I distinctly remember the dining room had a very odd feel to it. The room was very bland with white walls, venetian blinds and plain blue carpet with a complete lack or decor. It felt like a hospital waiting room or something. I was eating at a folding outdoor table which for some reason had a sort of padding or cushioning on the surface of the table while the chair was one of those hard folding metal kinds you get at outdoor parties.

I recall I was sitting at the table eating breaded chicken tenders but not feeling hungry. Then my mother came inside from one door and said to my father that the police were outside and wanted to speak to him. I looked at my food and remember cutting the breaded tender apart to see the chicken meat inside with a knife.

Then Robert Waggoner (I have been re-listening to the audible version of 'Lucid Dreaming, Gateway to the inner self) came in the other door. He was portrayed as a man of average physique with gray hair and glasses and said "An expert lucid dreamer would not be distracted by the current elements of the dream, but would instead lucidly aware, choose investigate elements that could lead to introspection."

I became lucid and got up. Realizing what I really wanted to do, investigate why my dream-father was being summoned by police officers. I headed outside to see three or four police cars parked on the lawn of the day care, where the playground would have been. The fence, tree and playground equipment were all gone.

False awakening in my own bed. I got a message on my laptop. Madmonkey had sent me a youtube video. It was titled '10 hours of Johnny Test Screaming'.

DILD 10pts (x1)

Night 7:

Lengthy non-lucid dream that I honestly don't remember the plot of. I remember my mother and I had decided to found a private detective agency. We both had a conversation about gun ownership and then got dressed up in detective outfits to visit some office. Calvin from calvin and hobbes was there as his tracer bullet persona as was an actor inside an old godzilla costume. Everything in the office had an orange tint to it.

Night 8:

Was visiting a location which was a mixture of my old technical school that I used to attend back in the day and my previous job. This was some manner of anxiety dream. I think I might have actually become lucid and subsequently had a false awakening in the bedroom of my current house, but my dream recall is far too poor to actually sort out the details.

NLD 1:

Some dream was taking place set on the ol' beach resort. The same one dating back to my first lucid dream. There were two or three large birds there, standing around in the beach sand. They looked like bald eagles but I remember pointing out that their beaks were an unusual reddish orange color. The birds also had a fatter body than one would expect and I somewhat wondered how they would be able to fly.

There were some other dream scenes and shenanigans going on involving my family but I don't recall the specifics.

Did a WBTB here. Actually did like four WBTBs and had no dream recall after most of them but I distinctly remember both reality checking every time I woke up (no FA catches ) trying different approaches on each one of them and none of them worked out.

NLD 2:

I was visiting a hotel and resort that I believe was supposed to be in new york city. I remembered seeing an advertisement or commercial for the place which seemed to emphasize an exciting new water slide. The slide was very large and it showed a kid getting into a yellow tube and riding a waterslide that was a sort of light brown color with darker brown splotches. The darker brown splotches kind of looked like scum or dissolved minerals on the slide but since it was new it seemed they were actually an intentional part of its coloration.

I then proceeded to the actual visit. It turned out the indoor water park was deep underground in a large gymnasium-like location with a high ceiling and white painted cinderblock walls. There was a large swimming pool with floats and lines on the bottom for doing laps. While it was well kept, it felt very empty and bland. Like a liminal space.

I was with some other dream figures there commenting on how the place seemed like a letdown. I wondered where the slide in the advertisement was and looked up. There were two cutouts in the opposite sides of the room. A narrow light brown waterslide started at almost the ceiling level and ran straight along the long-edge of the rectangular room, going through another wall cutout about halfway down. This implied to me that there were at least two other rooms with pools in them to be discovered.

SLD 1:

Not counting this as lucid as it was really low level semi lucidity, though it was related to my wonderland construction. This has been a complicated process going on roughly since the winter comp. The approach I have been taking is sort of a hybrid approach, where some items are distinctly added and I try to investigate and discover others through dreams. I decided to investigate if Woue had its own submoon, specifically after the incident a few nights ago where I failed to become lucid because . It did, and it was named Uma and had a dusty red coloration like mars.

NLD 1:

I was living on the third or fourth story of an apartment/condo complex. It overlooked a large open grassy park with a parking lot and some hills and trees. The weather looked to be overcast. I could see several vehicles in the parking lot and a family with a father, mother, and one or two children talking with about a dozen police. Their cruisers were parked haphazardly in the parking lot with the sirens on.

I couldn't make out the specifics but I knew the husband was in some kind of trouble while the wife and kids didn't know about what he had been doing and were tying to convince the police he was innocent. The wife then started making a scene while her husband ran off into the parking lot with a guilty look on his face.

The vehicle he got into had a flat front, like one of those school busses that has the engine in the back. It was a van painted bright yellow/neon green. It had small, thin wheels and poor visibility due to having no windows outside of the windshield and when he started the engine it made a "thwabbb" sound like a lawnmower. I'm like 'really dude, this is what you are picking as your getaway vehicle?!'

The man goes around a corner. There is an elevated section of land with a large curved retaining wall made out of brown concrete bricks. to keep erosion down. The road out of the park hugs this wall on an outside corner. The man gets away, going far around the outside of the corner by driving on the grass. The police all scramble to jump into their cruisers and chase after him, but they go around the inside corner right along the brown brick wall. The way the road is sloped, there is a large puddle there which turns out to be quite deep. Maybe a meter. All of the police cruisers drive into the water and stall out as their engines are flooded and the criminal in the van drives off.

The wife is heartbroken, realizing that her husband really was a criminal.

LD 1:

I was on my old college campus when I found out the building I had class in had burned down. The weather was again overcast but all the trees had leaves as though it were summertime. The university quad appears to be larger and though the general layout feels the same I feel as though there is a lot of extra space between all the buildings filled with lawn and trees. I arrived at the building to see nothing but a black pile of rubble and some firemen standing around talking to university officials.

Upon seeing the pile of rubble I become lucid. I preform a nose pinch reality check to confirm and yes, I am dreaming. I get excited, but not overly so and take off to fly. Flying this way and that about ten or twenty meters above the university campus doing flips and cartwheels in the air. The dream scene starts to shift as the university buildings and sidewalks altogether disappear leaving me in a grassy plane with large lush-looking deciduous trees strewn about. I think the ocean is visible off in the distance.

I fly around a bit more and see an exceptionally large tree, it looks like an oak but I am not certain. This tree has an 'energy' or 'presence' to it like I know it is significant. Similar to sensing the energy of a significant dream figure like Manei. I fly up under the canopy and orbit this way and that around the trunk of the tree. I noticed that the trunk is sort of vertically ribbed. If one were to cleanly cut the tree down they would be met with the shape of a seven sided star with rounded off points, and that this is also somehow significant. The other nearby trees have more traditional circular trunks.

I cut out the flying jets and grab onto bark of the giant oak. It has very rough bark with deep cracks between plates I can work my fingers into. I am in that moment literally a tree hugger as my position has me feel like I am hugging the tree, even though I'm more hanging onto its trunk two or three stories above the ground.

The tree is able to speak in the language of thoughts.

"Please do not cut me down, I have about a hundred healthy years ahead of me still." It says in a deep voice this is simultaneously both calming and very stern.

"I was just thinking about the interesting shape of your trunk. I wouldn't dare actually do it."

"Good."

I detach from the trunk and start hovering again. I look up to the daytime sky and see the moon through a gap in the overcast clouds and think that I want to go fly and find MadMonkey.

I have a false awakening. In the FA I feel very groggy. I do a reality check but it fails. I wake up and open my laptop to start writing about the lucid experience with plans of going back to sleep and trying for another lucid dream. I only have a single sentence typed when I actually woke up.

WBTB, hoping to get back in.

NLD 2:

Was watching a spongebob episode. Spongebob was very 'fat' or 'thick' in the front to back direction. His body was more cube-shaped and he had a 5 o'clock shadow. He comes home to his pineapple house and takes out a TV dinner. It says "beef and gravy" on the cover of the TV dinner which looks like a PNG image of a TV dinner contrasting the cel-shaded cartoony style of the rest of the show. He peels it open and eats it while watching TV, making various "mmm" and "aaah" sounds to show that he is enjoying.

This gag seems to repeat, with spongebob's body becoming longer and fatter each time and starting to distort in odd and humorous ways. Sometimes he is just physically larger with the cube shaped body and increasingly disproportionately small limbs. At other times he is drawn more with the anatomy of an obese human figure. There are other variations on the TV dinner, though they all seem to be the same beef and gravy. The meat is a light color both in the photograph and when the top of the meal is opened, looking more like pork or chicken with gravy. One time the TV dinner is very small with only one piece of meat. Another time it is huge, so huge it physically fills the inside of spongebob's entire fridge.

2 NLD = 2pts
1 WBTB = 2pts
1 DILD = 10pts
RC = 1pts
Basic Flight = 5pts
DC Interact = 2pts

NLD 1:

I was at some kind of party when someone threw some prank smoke bombs. Blue and pink smoke and confetti burst out and they said it was a gender reveal party. But they had actually thrown one of the prank bombs and it landed inside a glass mason jar of sewing needles. When it went off it was like a fragmentation grenade and everyone nearby was full of needles and running away screaming. I distinctly remember a transition from an outdoor scene to a stairwell. It felt like the stairwell to the basement in my childhood home, but it seemed like it was rotated 90 degrees with the stairs running north.

I remember me and several other dream figures were hiding in the stairwell. I think some of them were recreations of people I knew in school. I recall hanging on to a light fixture at the top of the stairwell, with some perspective and scale distortion I was maybe a good 3 or 4 meters above the stairs. More and more odd dream figures headed down the stairs including some robots (or people in robot costumes) and a donkey or mule or something. I distinctly remember holding onto the light fixture for a long time saying "wow, I've been hanging on for a long time and this things has not been pulled out of the ceiling and my arms haven't gotten tired."

Eventually the mob of dream figures passed and I climbed down and headed down the stairs. It led out into this dark otherworldly canyon/crater type region with a small lake of liquid silver/mercury. Everything was shades of dark purple.

NLD 2:

I was outside at the lake behind my childhood home. It had a feel very similar to the lucid dream from night 1, with the overcast weather and just the general vibe of the scene. This may have been connected to the first dream but I'm pretty sure there was a brief awakening where I state checked. This dream certainly had a new plot as Marcus was present along with some self replicating robots. They were trying to gather up all the metal on earth and recycle it to make more robots. The self-replicating robots, which were sort of crab or insect like with multiple limbs were climbing in and out of open doors or windows stealing metal objects from homes like pots, pans, parts of cars, pipes, doorknobs and so on.

I remember finding the lid of a mason jar with a bunch of nails in it and putting it onto one of the big piles of metal objects. I think it was a reference to the earlier dream. Marcus was talking with me for awhile about how he had released sleeping gas so he could take all the metal without people interfering.

Did a WBTB around here.

NLD 3:

I was in the courtyard of an apartment complex in a tropical locale. It might have been on woue because there was a starleaf tree. Marcus was there in human form. He was showing me another copy of my hade form that the consciousness of some other dream figure had been loaded into (though this one appeared to only have blue eyes). They were being bullied by some other dream figures.

I then started to thinking in a weird way that dream character was sort of my "brother" and maybe I should do something to help him. I then remembered that I was talking with MadMonkey last night about meeting on the moon and going to spar there. I looked up at the sky and saw two moons (definitely on Woue). Then I said to myself. "Well I can't meet monkey on the moon because I don't know which one to go to. (Or I knew I wasn't on earth and couldn't easily get to earth's moon) So I guess there's no point to becoming lucid."

NLD 1:

Some dream that seemed very in line with kerbal space program. I was trying to design a viable aircraft that kept crashing with the ability to manipulate it on the runway before starting. I remember having odd cylindrical parts attached to the aircraft and rearranging them before being imposed into a passenger seat inside on the right side of the aircraft. Each time it would crash on or shortly after taking off and the dream would reset. I remember trying out different configurations and components trying to find ones that would work.

NLD 2:

I was visited by a demon called 'Chinglewang' who showed up with a knock on my front door. He was a small fat creature, who looked sort of like the little ogre from soul eater. His outfit was interesting. He had a purple and gold leopard print suit, pants and hat. He might have worn a necktie, but he had more bling around his neck than a D-list rapper. I distinctly remember on each finger of his little red hand he had rings with comically large gemstones and the two front breast pockets of his coat lined with hundred dollar bills.

He wanted to play a game. It was basically the guessing game with cups where you put something under the cup and then someone moves the cups around really fast and then you try to figure out which cup its under. He explained the rules saying that I could bet any amount of money I wanted. That each time I won, my winnings from him would double. Then I could either cash out or play again to double once more. But if I lost, I would lose everything and have to play again. He took out like a plastic minecraft diamond as the 'pe an set up the game at the table trying to convince me to play it.

I repeatedly refused to play, pointing out that he was a demon and probably had mind control or something that would result in me losing all my money. I grew irritated with him and went to my room to retrieve a sword. (I think this was a reference to a visualization I did with Madmonkey, and I think I was close to getting lucid here.) I started threatening him with the sword and he took the hint and left.

NLD 1:

I am at a doctors office getting a medical checkup and needing several shots. I then falsely remember partway through that I don't have insurance and the bill is going to be absolutely obscene.

The dream scene is... interesting. The clinic i'm at is a small single story building in a coniferous forest somewhere. Huge pine trees surround the building on three sides and a babbling brook runs diagonal to one corner with beautiful reeds. The natural elements of the dream are quite vivid. However the building seems to be lacking most of its walls and a roof. There are some interior walls and a layout of the floor and everyone is navigating the structure as though it is a normal building. There were also not individual patient rooms, just about a dozen hospital benches laid out in one big room and most of them occupied with other patients undergoing similar procedures.

Right before the doctor could give me a shot I ran out of there and into the parking lot. I just started running as a doctor was following me with a sedative and two other attendants were following me too.

NLD 2:

I was on an alien planet, maybe a layer 1. The dream had a feel of the borderlands games in its sort of art style being old-west meets space opera with bright colors and a bit of post-apocalyptic. I remember I went and hid from these bandits who were chasing me as I didn't have a weapon (two female, one male) in a canyon. There was a large sort of plasma wall/gate/forcefield type thing that I managed to activate on my side. These stakes in the ground would project a sort of hazy white force wall.

The bandits couldn't deactivate the forcefield wall from their side, but the had some piece of equipment back at their base which could. I had a piece of equipment that could disable the shield. it was like a flashlight with a needle or barb sticking out that I stuck right into the forcefield wall where it stayed. It caused an electrical potential to slowly build up within the forcefield. When the bandits came back with their shield disabling device all three were electrocuted and killed by a lighting arc from the shield.

Did a Wake-Back-To-Bed here with the objective of becoming lucid and flying the Natsu.

SLD 3:

I was in the bathroom of my current home, though the bathroom seemed to be larger. I was looking at myself in the mirror noticing I had some redness in my lower back (where I've been sore for several days) but it looked more like a rash or something. I think while mostly in the form of my waking world body I seemed to be larger, taller and overall heavier set than I was in waking life. Manei and marcus were both present there.

I remember while I was not lucid or at the very least at a level of lucidity I wouldn't consider worthy of counting for the competition I decided I would jump over to my dream form. I had the sensation of pushing my soul or consciousness out of my body, like astral projection or OBE and flying into and taking control of my new body. My waking world body unceremoniously fell over limp on the floor. I remember taking the pulse of my own waking world body and seeing that it was dead. Marcus asked me what we should do with it, saying that if the police found a dead body they would think somebody had died because they didn't understand that the body was just an expendable vessel and the consciousness and memories had just been moved. To which my response was

"lol just get rid of it I don't care"

In my dream form I noticed another oddity as I began playing with my hair. That I had a large number of small black hard lumps in my hair. It was about the size and shape of a blueberry with the little "crown" on the top and bottom. I pulled on one and it cracked of the hair strand it was attached to very easily. I asked Marcus what it was. He proceeded to explain.

[paraphrased, spoken mostly in the language of thought] "Well when I made that body I wanted to allow for abiotic sustainment but the pesky laws of biochemistry and entropy kept getting in the way in some layers of reality more adherent to physical laws. Hade seemed... generally annoyed with the upkeep necessary with a baseline human body. I don't blame him. One of the workarounds I put in was photosynthetic cells able to consume all waveforms of light... why I went with black hair. They are based off the lifeforms on Woue. The plant like cells help the metabolism to be much more closed off since they can help produce sugars and recycle nutrients and biomass. But apparently those plant cells are trying to produce fruits now. I might be able to fix it but modifying the genetic material this late in the game might be tricky."

"So wait. This is why he's like 'Oh, teehee I forgot to eat for three days'." Manei asked.

"Yes, I do believe that is so." Marcus responded.

NLD 4:

I was on the boardwalk in the front of my childhood neighborhood at night. I was standing on the railing of the boardwalk hanging paper lanterns off of trees for some kind of holiday or celebration. My father was present along with a few other nondescript dream figures. We were apparently preparing for a halloween like celebration.

A dream figure came out, I believe he was my friend K's sister. He was wearing a very elaborate wendigo costume save for on his feet wherein he had shoes with those bendy bows on them that let somebody run really fast and jump really high. Somebody else had some kind of black demon costume with a white mask. He looked kind like Red X from the 2003 teen titans show but with claws. Some little kids were scared of his appearance but I compliment the costume design and acting of its wearer. He seemed friendly.

A native american man appeared and accused the wendigo costume wearer of cultural appropriation. They had an argument about it.

I was back on fourth as wether to count this as a lucid dream. The level of lucidity was... questionable. But thinking back I really was at most would describe a "layer 2" and did execute dream control.

First sleeping period: 7:00pm to 10:00pm.

I was at a robotics competition of some form. It was taking place on a university campus plaza with different students lined up showing off robots they had made. The dream scene taking place in a university quad type area with post-modern-looking organic glass and steel buildings surrounding us.

I had one. I distinctly remember its design being built off the chassis of an old toy tank with rubber treads. Maybe about 25cm long and 20cm wide. It had a large solar cell on top plugged into a birds nest of wires and random components on the bottom and to one side was a small mechanical arm with a camera and a little claw on it on it. I remember I was placing the robot inside a cylindrical room. It was about the size of a phone booth or porta potty but had no apparent features inside.

Some other students came along and mocked me as they had a much bigger and more advanced humanoid robot. I said "I don't care I'm proud that I made it." I think Manei was present for a bit, but ended up wandering off.

I distinctly remember seeing myself in a mirror or in third person and recognizing that I was acting as my dream identity. This triggered lucidity. I think I became more aware of this as I remember playing with my hair and it was black. (Hade has long black hair waking life me does not) I remember thinking that playing with it was working as good dream stabilization. I distinctly recall having a sort of false memory wherein I recalled the dream where Marcus made this body for me to use he had mentioned that the hair was modified to not ever become oily or tangled.

I then had another student approach me. He said something to the effect of "The administrator wants to see you. I think you are in trouble."

I felt a bit of anxiety, but lucidity supressed the emotional charge. I decided I would teleport right to him, because I didn't know where he was. I pulled up a computer that I had originally been using to program my robot. It had a window open taking up most of the screen, a white background with gray text. I typed

/tp @Hade @Admin

I was in a white void. Then a big oak desk appeared with this guy who looked like Ronald Regan. He had an american flag on a short flagpole with gold fringe. The flag had vertical stripes and only one big star in the blue rectangle. I recognized him as the administrator. More objects began to appear as a very formal and high class looking government office formed around me. I distinctly remember the effect being similar to loading into a new environment in a laggy or buggy video game with more objects appearing in bursts every few moments and objects sometimes appearing to be blurry or low-poly before resolving to a higher level of detail.

The administrator steepled his fingers and talked to me but I forgot what he said. Two more people walked in. One was a bureaucrat looking woman with pale skin, black hair and square glasses wearing a gray suit coat and black stilettos. The other guy looked and dressed like Admiral Hood from Halo 2. Meanwhile I was distracted by a rather embarrassing problem as I was wearing a white tank top/undershirt that kept rolling up from my waist giving it the effect of a crop top but with a thick round band where it rolled up on me. I kept getting distracted looking down at my body trying to unroll it and it kept curling back up. I tried concentrating on the problem, command it to stop with dream control to no avail. I could see the other dream figures were a bit irritated with me being distracted, so I just took the top off. When I did it continued to roll and bunch up in odd ways on the floor, almost as though it were alive. It twisted into a tight sort of doughnut shape.

"You are the dreamer. We need you to assemble a battle fleet and [blah blah blah] or we could lose this war."

"I need to talk to my admiral and see what he says." I responded. In that moment I imagined my admiral as one of the alien characters from my scifi RP group. I then started thinking about going on a space adventure. I remember a very brief involuntary scene change onto the bridge of my starship, the Natsu. It looked somewhat like the Roci ops deck stylistically but was a simple octagonal shape and didn't have two levels. I remember I was putting on a black skintight spacesuit and Manei was tying up her hair so she could put a helmet on. Then the scene changed back to the first location of the university campus.

I then remember I am poking around in my dream body. Manei is standing there wearing a tan sweater and holding a big paper coffee cup with a lid. She just kind of idles there for a minute while I fool around in my dream body like I'm going to do or say something interesting. I stay there for another minute. I pinch myself to see if it will wake me up (it doesn't) and (in a non sexual way) I am just feeling really good experimenting with it. I then remember getting irritated that my feet felt hot and grimy so I took off my shoes and socks and felt a lot better.

I then tried jumping as high as I could without engaging with flight. I jumped maybe six or eight meters into the air and sort of floated at the top of my arc for a second. I think as I am coming back down that my knees will hurt on landing (as I've gotten older IWL I've started having knee trouble). No pain whatsoever. I also remember thinking about breathing. Breathing just feels a lot better, a lot more invigorating.

I remember we walk away. My little robot is following us and I jump up and walk along a black metal railing, feeling the coolness of the metal and the subtle texture in my feet as I balance. I am walking along a round black metal tube but have no trouble balancing even while not concentrating on it. I divert some attention to the sensation as dream stabilization but I can tell the scene is fading out.

"I feel bad. I felt like having a different body was really weird and marcus was creepy old man. But he did a real bang-up job, even years later and this still works flawlessly. I'm sorry I thought of him like that and I need to thank him when I get the chance. I wish waking world bodies were this good."

Second sleep period 3:00am to 6:00am.

With this second lucid, I was much more clearly awake within the dream, I felt like I was in more control.

I was having a fairly mundane anxiety dream about having lost my wallet and phone in a large superstore like costco. Eventually I recognized the anxiety charge as being dreamlike and the frustration of constantly shifting environment. I preformed a nose-pinch reality check and got a very distinct sensation of breathing through my nose.

I then find that my scene has transitioned to the basement of my childhood home. I became aware that I was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and black ice skates, having the distinct feeling of walking around with blades under my feet and decided to head outside. As I approached the door I said. "I want to summon Manei. She will be on the other side of the basement door just outside."

I approached the door and then stopped. Then I noticed a coat rack had human legs. I pulled off the coats. There was a pale naked old lady who didn't looked too surprise that I had found her hiding. Funnily enough the naked lady had very smooth young looking legs at first.

"Manei, is that you?"

"Yes dear." (old lady voice) I said as I opened the door and headed outside.

"Why do you look like that?"

"Because you see me like this."

The form changes to a very tall (coherent with her usual height) male form with short blonde hair. I was very surprised by this because I recalled (possibly falsely) an earlier dream where she swore up and down she would never utilize a male form as it didn't fit her. Outside it is dim and cloudy and the lake behind my house is frozen though there isn't any snow on the ground. The lawn isn't grass, instead its millions of tiny yellow wildflower buds.

"Oh you're trying a male form. I'm surprised, but I'm proud of you. You're your own entity I think it's important for you to decide how you like to look."

"Yes, this is a male form." (I am going to still use female pronouns since there was the strong feeling that this was a very temporary experiment but I guess we'll see). She points to two scars or injuries on her chest. One of them is visibly bleeding a small amount. It kind of looks like the surgery scars people who transition FtM have but more fresh. I actively dream-interpret that appearance as in indication of somebody who transitioned 'roughly'.

We had some conversation about MadMonkey and his guide that I honestly don't remember. I then remember we are sort of meandering around the back yard of my childhood home when she traps my leg and pushes me over. We playfully wrestle in the grass for a bit and she says something like "strong little man!". I just think its funny. We lay down for a bit on this square oriental rug she lays down on the grass which is way too small for the two and I 'fall asleep' to wake up some time later, surprised to see that the dream is still ongoing. I make a note that I am still having the sensation of walking around in ice skates.

"Well it's the lucid dreaming competition, so we should probably do dream control tasks."

Manei gives me a look. In a previous dream she went on a tyrade about how she doesn't really like the lucid dreaming competitions because they only really award dream control ability and not effort that goes into dream induction or other components of the practice. Its a bit annoyed but she's still willing to go along with it.

"We need to get off earth. We need the Natsu." (The Natsu was our starship).

I begin pathing a route to get there. I know there was a door in the basement that led to a utility room that I was scared of as a young child. Many times in my dream have I gone in there to find a creepy winding underground complex. I think that if I can invoke that dream schema I can escape the familiar and mundane territory of my childhood home. From there we can get to the ship, blast off and use the jump drive to get to where we want to go. She seems enthusiastic to get out of this location too. However at that point I rather abruptly woke up.

I give myself an 'F' for good sleep hygene but a 'A-' for lucid dreaming.

(Okay comp rules say dream control counts only once per dream/chain. I wouldn't say several hours of waking and then another DILD is really a chain though so I'm going to fully score both lucids.)

DILD (x2 = 15pts)

Dream 1:
Rc/Stabilization (1pt)
Use Technology (5pts)
Teleport (10pts)
Lucid DC interaction (2pts)
Mlsc dream control (5pts) Ill count the really high jump.

Dream 2:
Rc/Stabilization (1pt)
Basic Summoning of dream guide (10pts)
Lucid DC interaction (2pts)

Dream Fragment:

I was browsing dreamviews. I noticed the site had a new forum section which didn't make a ton of sense to me described as "Non-dreamer consciousness forums" with the subheader being 'this is a place for non-dreamer entities to discuss lucid dreaming. Dream guides, dream figures and nightmares can post here.'

Dream 1:

I was dreaming of working at a company, though the dream was very third person and seemed to emphasize that it was a story written for drama and mostly one I experienced through the person. The dream scene felt like it was in a bedroom or residential location with the walls being painted a warm orangish-brown. The room was rectangle shaped with office desks arranged along the outer wall and high windows with a sloping ceiling and poorly lit. A large desk sat in the center. This was the company boss's desk.

The story hinged on a rivalry between two programmers at the company trying to win favor of the boss to get raises and promotions by working hard. One of the programmers was just a human while the other was an anthropomorphic cat. (He looked like the Ri'saad from Skyrim). Both of them pulled all-nighters for the company trying to get new code to work. However the company boss socially engineered their rivalry and used it to get more work out of them, proceeding to give his own son the promotion instead.

The boss had also secretly been having his workers develop a powerful AI like chat GPT to write code for him. He had done this by asking each of the workers to write separate components or systems of the AI without explaining what they were for and then he himself wrote connecting code that made all the systems work together. Once that was done he laid off all his workers without any severance package due to hidden fine print in their contracts, and began using his AI to rapidly write games and software, keeping all the profits for himself and his son.

The 'narrator' or 'writer' of this story said that the moral of the story he wanted to tell was that workers should not trust corporate bosses because they are manipulative and greedy.

The dream then showed there was a window in the wall like a small cafeteria counter through which food was being served to the employees.

Dream 2:

I was in a fancy victorian mansion with tony stark. Right in the middle of this old-fashioned looking library with a big old globe, fireplace and tall oak bookshelves was a highly advanced looking assembly platform. Robo arms rode along a complex series of tracks and were equipped with an assortment of tools. I remember distinctly watching in great deal the automated assembly process as the robots put together an iron man suit. Tony stark was telling me about the various components and features he wanted the suit to have.

I remember he showed me another section of the mansion wherein the suits of plate armor were displayed, but they seemed to mesh together. I distinctly remember a suit of armor that looked like medieval plate mail but was visibly high tech with mechanical joints and high tech weapons, and another set which visibly had been made to cosmetically look like an iron man suit but was only made with traditional blacksmithing techniques.

I was at my friend K's house, sitting in the living room where we used to hang out. Her dog had died (it died years ago IRL) and she was mourning that she wasn't able to be with her in her last moments. I was crying with her as we put her dog into a small wooden coffin with a bronze cross on it.

...

Later, the dog plot is over and we are just sitting and talking. The dream is semi-lucid and we are talking in the pretense that we are in a shared dream.

"You know I always liked you and dropped lots of hints but you never took our relationship to the next level." (Huh boy here we go with THIS plot again.)

"Because I only liked you as a friend." I responded. "And I don't like this game playing dropping hints and making moves game. Love is love and if you feel something you should openly tell someone and not subscribe to societal conventions. Life is short..." I gestured outside to where we buried the dog. "Too short to be playing games with other peoples feelings."

She kind of bounces in her seat like an impatient toddler and clenches her fists. Kind of acting immature in that manner where you are self aware that you are acting immature and could actually be more mature about the subject if you wanted to.

"But thats not FAIIRRRR!!!" During this time the dream scene changes to the park in front of my current home, though the sofa she is sitting on remains as-is. She fades into the background. There is a large wooden open pavilion with a concrete floor and picnic tables under it. Some DCs are in there. There are about ten of them, all late teens/YA. One of them is a boy with wavy hair not wearing a shirt. I stop and have an interaction with them. The shirtless boy is kind of a jerk. Some of the other DCs feel like combinations or reinterpretations of kids from the neighborhood I grew up in.

K comes back into the scene though she now seems like a combination of K and C. "You're such a hypocritical ass." She says ass in a really vitriolic way like she wants it to hurt my feelings though it doesn't affect me. "You don't think about what I want. You won't be the person I want you to be and you won't be with me because you'd rather be with-" She says the word like a bug flew into her mouth. "Manei."

"HEY!" Manei shouts from over my shoulder very loud. I think to myself, 'wow she almost scared me awake. Wait... if I can be scared awake, that means I am dreaming.'

"Hade is this girl bothering you?"

"Yes."

She walks over to the K/C hybrid DC and is maybe a head and a half taller than her. The K/C hybrid charges at her and starts punching manei in the chest and stomach but she doesn't even flinch or respond. She picks up the DC, who is wearing a white tank top, by the sort of front collar/chest area and lifts her up with one arm fully extended (the K/C hybrid is still flailing around like a rabid animal) and looks at her like she is something she scraped off the bottom of her shoe for a second, then her expression mellows.

"No Violencia aqui, por favor. Es un tiempo wake up."

Then overhand throws her so hard she goes flying off in the sky. The physics don't really work out as she floats away rather slowly at first, tumbling through the air upwards at about a 45 degree angle at maybe 20-30kph and then starts to gradually speed up as she gets further away. She disappears in the sky with a 'ding' and a shimmer of light like when team rocket blasts off.

"That was in-appropriate. Nobody else do that or I will 'yeet' you also." She says to the other DCs who all scatter and run away. One of them climbs over a picnic table and his leg gets stuck causing him to faceplant on the concrete in a quite comical way. Manei says something else about the lucid dreaming competition being pointless and that it is time for me to wake up.

DILD x1 10pt

-+-

I took a nap and woke up with abou one hour and 45 minutes left on the clock for the comp in my timezone. Wasn't trying to get a miracle but might as well log the extra points (the dreams were funny).

Spoiler for cw: masturbation:

Anyways I was at my old childhood home and this family shows up at the door with a present for me. I unwrap it and its a large yellow cylinder maybe 30cm in diameter and 150-170cm tall. It has a siren on top and a big red button. It's labeled in big bold red letters "masturbation station". The father of the family shows me that when you press the button the top, the siren on top goes off for a few seconds and then the top unfolds into a wide flat bed/table and a sort of robot arm comes out and idles near you. It has textured black rubber grippers and the hand is sort of shaped to... well... help you out. It also has a dispenser for tissues and lotion as well as very detailed instructions painted on a little panel that comes up on the side of the bed showing what positions to get into. He then lets slide that he "worked hard to clean it up and repair it because it was heavily used."

At first I was thinking this is sort of a funny joke present and laughed along with them as the family's son who was about 12 couldn't stop giggling. My grandparents were there and my grandmother was looking at the scene like "what the fuck" but my grandfather was filming and trying very hard not to laugh. But my attitude completely shifts the moment he mentions that somebody has really been beating their meat for years using this thing. I say that it feels like getting someone elses used underwear... sure it was put through the wash three times in a row, but it was still used underwear. They seem to understand that I'm not being rude and maybe put off by that part. I am also thinking that when the plastic bed folds out it folds out on one side, but the thing doesn't have a wide base and even if its bottom heavy, it would fall over if you slept on it, which reinforces the idea that this is a joke product and not meant for actual use.

-+-

I am with Manei, semi lucid. We are shopping at an old-style grocery store because we are going to prepare a meal together. I note it is a smaller store not like a superstore in america and the product brands are all weird ones I've never seen before. I am looking through wooden bins of fruit and find a large orange. I comment to Manei how "In most parts of the world, people cannot ever get an orange, or its very rare because it has to be imported. It's important to appreciate how amazing it is we can try foods from all over the world." She seems to agree.

The scene changes when we leave the grocery store. It is late in the evening, the sun is going down but there is still some twilight and we are walking in the parking lot. It is very similar to the parking lot of the store in my old hometown but feels smaller and many of the buildings and streets are different. I specifically remember the five-lane stroad intersection being replaced with a two lane intersection. We get to Manei's car (which pretty consistently has been some kind of black sports car convertible for years, but I think she also has a green sort of offroad jeep type thing.) Someone has keyed her car all the way down the driver's side.

"It was probably the angry DC you yeeted last night-wait..."

I remember waking up and being in limbo for a second. I was going to mention to her that she could "look at the scratch, look away and look back" and if she expected it to be gone, it would go away.

I had some non lucid dream that went on for awhile. The dream was at what was supposed to be a ski resort, though it felt like it was also a mixture of the lake at my aunt's vacation home in michigan and somewhere with snow-capped mountian like mt. fiji. I remember getting onto a flying ski lift chair and going very fast across the entire region to a big ski lodge resort building. Then feeling lost, and realizing I didn't have my phone, wallet, keys or any other personal belongings and couldn't remember how I'd gotten here. There was a lot of faffing about and general anxiety in a pretty discoherent manner.

At some point I got to a low level of lucidity. Manei and Madmonkey's guide, Juliana appeared. I remember Manei was wearing a black kimono with pink flowers. Juliana had a wooden magic wand, red and gold scarf and round glasses like harry potter. The two stated the intent to do a procedure on me to purge negative aspects of myself that were holding me down. They explained that everything in a dream is a projection of myself, but that negative aspects sometimes hide internally and need to be separated out into a separate entity in the dream world and then dealt with. Juliana waived a wand and a little point of light appeared out of it.

All of this brownish dust began moving out of my body, creating a really interesting sensation. It flowed out of me in streams and forms together into a humanoid form. Its sort of made out of twisted, warped petrified wood like material and flies around on fire jets like I do though it does not make blue fire on its right side. It also expands in size to... I don't know fifty or a hundred meters. It gets really big. The being also doesn't really have fingers or toes, its limbs just split apart into clusters of forking branches like tree roots. The being's head is made of cloth and inflated. Its head is an orange a hot air balloon made to look like a jack-o-lantern. But the face is animated and can change.

The being laughs in a cartoony deep evil demon voice and boasts that it is free of me and will now enact destruction. Manei then summons her malachite sword and launches into the air, crossing the distance almost instantly. She is in the narrow area where the balloon head is secured to the wood body and makes one circular cut all the way around, cutting 8 or so ropes. The being is defeated, its limp body falls into the lake and splashes down, and the jack o lantern balloon head seems to deflate but also floats upwards.

I was running through a black void, transitioning between first person views of myself and third person. The dream had a very strong emotional charge to it, I was incredibly angry and upset about something and running because of it. The ground is a dull grayish brown stone material with very little detail for the most part, and the area around me illuminated dimly.

Occasionally I come across ancient ruins made of the same dirty brown stone at times, lines of columns, arches and incomplete pyramids. They are of a very unusual architecture with square columns and an engraving of a sort of diamond knotwork design seems to be repeated a lot.

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I am in my dream wonderland, though I am not properly lucid, so I can't claim points for it. (It seemed like a layer 0 lucidity, but I am not taking the points for it.) I am on the beach at night talking with Madmonkey's dream guide, Juliana. She is sitting on a palm tree that has grown out horizontal over the water producing some kind of light, either holding a torch or using a fire spell. It seems inconsistent when I try to remember it. At some point it was a big flood light like from a construction site.

I have set a large heavy stainless steel metal prism which is maybe six centimeters across and fifteen centimeters long, half buried in the sand. It is decagonal or dodectagonal (has 10 or 12 sides). The corners are beveled slightly as to not be sharp. It is half buried in the sand and am somehow using it to chart/draw a complex rune pattern in the sand. I have tied a string to it and used it to draw a large circle maybe five meters across. now I am filling in the details. The cylinder has small white two digit numbers printed on the sides (11,20,22,17) but they don't seem to have any meaning. I get frustrated and wipe away part of the rune I am drawing and try to smooth out the sand. I then remember that "Manei's dreamcatcher earring has nine-fold symmetry, but I don't have a nine-fold guide so I can't make it."

We have been talking for some time while I have been working, but I do not remember the entire conversation. The only section I remember was saying:

"Manei asked me to quit my job so that I could focus on personal development. The place was poisoning me physically and spiritually. But now that I am here, It seems like I can't get lucid anymore."



NLD x2

I was at my childhood home, though the arrangement of the house and general decor felt slightly off. I was being yelled at by my grandmother to clean out the fridge which was full of moldy food. The dream went on for awhile with some awkward faffing about, but I can't recall a play-by-play of events.

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The dream transitions to a seperate scene where I am riding my bike on the bike trail near my old high school. I am riding my bike carrying two lunchboxes and open both of them to find moldy food inside. When I go to empty them out, simply throwing the moldy food (but no packaging or plastic) by the side of the trail thinking some animal might be happy to find it, I get stung on my hand by something sharp in one of the moldy food items. This transitions into a bog standard dream of body horror as my finger turns red, then black and starts to warp in distusting ways.

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There may have been another scene of my mother and I visiting a convenience store and finding a freezer isle full of black moldy pizzas.

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Seperate dream of a stock dream plot I've been trying to catch (become lucid in). Back in high school, and theres some project or assignment that I need to turn in. This seems to be playing off a specific event.

I cannot remember which teacher or class, but this was an actual IWL incident. I had a teacher who assigned us a lengthy essay in the first day of class. He mentioned it briefly during the first-day syllabus and never again ever that. He never formally passed out any assignment sheet that described in detail the assignment or even mentioned exactly when it was due. Then halfway through the school year one day he says "turn in your massive essay thats like 25% of your grade" only like one tryhard student had actually done the essay. Said teacher went on a half hour tyrade about how lazy we were and how this was a learning experience blah blah. Then the next day came to his senses and decided to just restructure the whole class otherwise everyone would fail out of it.

This specific circumstance always seems to be the subject of dreams though. Only there is always an unconscious knowledge that I do know about the project but I was too apathetic to do it or specifically didn't want to do it out of rebellion. I think this might be a low level of lucidity making its way into the dream, but I'm not sure. I don't remember the specific permutation of this dream that I had (which class it was or which classroom in my highschool it took place in.

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Had another dream about riding my bike with my old Taekwondo instructor. I remember the scene taking place near my old junior high school, and then I taught class there.

NLD x3