non-lucid

Title is a Fight Club reference. Slept at 11:30.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
Someone's neck was a lightning bolt. That's it, that's all I remember. Woke up at 4 something and considered writing it down, but somehow convinced myself I didn't need to because I could WILD


Dream #2 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
1. A girl died, and at her funeral, an ant was crawling across the window. One of the attendees kept getting distracted by it, trying to classify its type.
2. I was in the library talking to my brother.
3. Forgot to bold one subtitle of my DJ entry but figured it wasn't worth editing for.
4. A girl, same one that died I believe, saved a gingerbread man from getting hunted down and killed. She died in the process but he (the gingerbread) rewound time and made the floor collapse so all the hunters got washed away. At some point his face had come off and she was holding it in a tube in her hands. As the nonexistent observer, I found it awfully convenient that she was standing in the only spot that didn't collapse.

———

Woke up at 7:26 from my dad yelling downstairs. I lay in bed for an hour, unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep. Then I took two sleeping pills but not only did they not work, I didn't get the least bit tired! What a scam... gave up at 9:10.

Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - ½ points
Remember a "Full" Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
Tonight's sum: 3.5
Previous sum: 111 points
Comp total: 114.5 points

I said a while ago that I have better luck with lucids after 6:15, but lately they've all been on school days. (No school today because it's senior graduation.) Well, whatever. Slept at 11:30.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
An extra category was added to the DV competition: "Cowboys." Its description: "Even city people can do it as long as they put on an accent!" Woke at 4:30 and WBTB.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
A boy was living in a small, verdant cave with a couple baby dragons. They had attacked him at one point, and now his body was largely artificial; he'd built it himself. I was wandering around and found him there. The dragons, frightened and unwell from being held captive for so long, flew over to me and hid behind my back. I'm pretty sure the boy was simply misguided, not evil, but he gave me a bad vibe nonetheless.

Don't remember a transition, but we ended up in my house with some other people. His body looked incredibly human, more so than before, though he would occasionally speak in a freaky android voice. I touched his fingernails and tried to give advice on how to make it more realistic.

His grandma(?) was a dragon trainer and also in the house. I didn't like her very much, but I soon disappeared from the dream. A little witch became the main character (third person), and the granny gave her a link to a website she used often. She said it was connected to another country and the URL was quite suspicious, but it seemed secure after typing it in.

As soon as the webpage loaded up, the witch and her companions were transported into a Japanese-speaking world of volcanoes and dragons. On one of the volcanoes its name was written, but I only remember it had 意味なんて (imi nante) in it. Witches were generally hated there, but the little girl was on a mission so they tolerated her.

Some time later, a witch in her teens traveled there to save a dragon. Two humans accompanied her, and they entered through a crack in a volcano, carried in by a rush of cold water. The dragon was wrapped up in a blanket in her arms, and she shivered on the bank where she was washed up.

Two guards of the world approached her, and she started to ask a question, but they pinned her down and yanked her arms behind her back. There was a flash to the little witch's team, and one of the members became Inuyasha. He turned around, sensing the other witch's danger, and exclaimed, "Kagome?!"

The witch, apparently Kagome, was locked in a cramped prison cell. Her broken arms were crisscrossed over her chest, restrained in double casts. She was on her knees in the middle of the room, and a few judges(?) watched her from a long wooden table.

She tried to convince them to let her go, but they wouldn't budge, so she started crying. She said that "apples won't grow here anymore" (the land was becoming barren), that "they only come from witches," so why were the residents of this world so hostile toward them?

I think they were beginning to be swayed, but before anything substantial happened, I woke up at 6:37. (Which makes no sense because I don't remember hearing my 6:15 alarm at all.) WILD attempt, WBTB.


Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
First thing I remember is a vast ocean, with two parallel, shelf-like cliffs jutting out of it. A man was flying around, telling people to never climb them because of how dangerous they were. They were slippery and full of hostile plants and animals. He said that if they wanted food, they should go somewhere else.

In the water, an elderly fish lady asked what it would be like if her husband were a crocodile like him. (He was a humanoid alligator.) He swam above her and her egg and did something, but I don't remember what.

New plot: A girl had been kidnapped by a (physically) big simpleton and taken to another dimension. She was in love with a gay guy and earlier had been jealous of him putting band-aids on the hand of another girl, even though she knew he was gay.

That gay guy and the band-aid girl were planning a trip to rescue her. The girl pulled President Eisenhower/Kennedy out of a giant mural on the wall, and he created a spaceship out of thin air. I entered the dream and we all went in, but it didn't have a back wall so we had to hold on tight to avoid being thrown out while it flew at light speed. It was a little scary, but mostly annoying.

We arrived in the other dimension, landing in some sort of restaurant. All the furniture was oversized, and we spotted the simpleton chatting with the kidnapped girl at a booth. He was telling his side of the story (I think he got in a fight with the gay guy earlier), but he made no attempt to cover up or sugarcoat any of his actions. He wasn't so bad, and the girl was listening attentively to his words.

We eavesdropped on the conversation, spying on them without being very stealthy about it. We sidled right up to the booth and peeked over the large seats, and since at first he gave no reaction we thought he was too much of a simpleton to notice. But eventually he acknowledged us, and was unexpectedly cordial.

He told us that our bodies would adapt to this world by becoming stronger, and that any allergies would eventually disappear. I had grown taller already, and upon hearing that I went outside and ran around barefoot, since I'm allergic to grass and pollen. But I stopped short in front of a patch of white flowers.

"I'm still afraid of bees," I said, smiling sheepishly.

Alyssa, a girl in most of my WL classes, encouraged me to go in anyway. "C'mon, Meiseki, you can do it!"

I refused, but she didn't give up and I started to get nervous. To distract her, I said I would pick flowers for her wedding instead. (Apparently she was arranged to be married.) She accepted, and I looked around for yellow flowers, but found a really pretty purple one and reached through a bush to grab it. The stem wouldn't snap off and I hated the texture, and after a while it became unbearable. I pulled my hand out, scratching my wrist. It was itchy.

I didn't think hives would form because of what the simpleton said, but bumps started forming on my arms. I thought that maybe it wasn't as bad as it would be in the regular world, but then my skin started to harden. The veins turned solid red and white, and the epidermis turned rubbery and maroon-colored.

S was standing right next to me as it happened and freaked out, pulling me back inside. Trying to joke it off, I said, "I'm like a sausage."

They dragged me to the bathroom and my mom came in too. She wanted me to use an app on my phone to take my temperature from my ear, but I didn't trust it to work. They searched for a thermometer in the cabinets, but I doubted they would find one.

I wanted to blow my nose but was too self-conscious. "Can you guys leave? It's a little awkward with both of you in here..."

Woke up around 8:20, wrote down some notes and went back to sleep.


Dream #4 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
A group of girls were ["was" seems correct but sounds wrong] looking at a poster of a guy striking a pose in front of a Chinese dragon. He was a real person too, walking around the school and teaching people the best places to sit based on where the dragons were. Woke at 9:27, considered writing down the dream but figured it wasn't worth it. I doubted I would fall asleep again but lay back down anyway.


Dream #5 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
The same guy was doing the same thing, except this time he was scared of dragons. Woke at 9:46, not even realizing I had fallen asleep and wondering when I would. Then I came to my senses and wrote both dreams down.


Dream #6 (Fragments, Non-Lucid):
These are random fragments which didn't seem to be part of any of the above dreams, so I'll put them here and count it as a full non-lucid:
1. Starting my tech homework, coloring a blueprint.
2. My mom said my hair was bad. I touched it and felt ashamed, but also resentful.
3. Something about Donald Trump. (Definitely influenced by cedwards's DJ entry yesterday.)

———

Every time I woke up I remembered nothing, and then bam, something came to me and I had to trace it back as far as I could. But I can never remember the beginnings. Worried it's making my recall worse overall.
I'm enjoying these fantasy-style dreams, though.

Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x3) - 1.5 points
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x3) - 3 points
Dragons Theme - 5 points
(3 comments - 1 point)
Tonight's sum: 12.5 points
Previous sum: 98.5 points
Comp total: 111 points

I'm happy with last night even if the lucid part was super short Slept at 11:20.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
Kirishima from BNHA was in a high school classroom, fighting a medusa-like creature. He tried to throw a punch, but a crackling ball of energy emerged from its chest and started sucking him in. He gasped, his mouth and the whites of his eyes turning black, his irises glowing purple and quivering in that typical anime way.

Is this what it's like to be consumed by pure and utter darkness? he thought, struggling against it and impressively keeping conscious. He appeared to be losing, but I (as the nonexistent observer) knew plot armor would protect him. I metaphorically sat back and enjoyed the battle.

In another room, my History teacher Ms. K was sweeping the floor and found a "100% non-child" mask. She picked it up and presented it to a janitor, who was watching something on his phone.

"We're happy with this," she said, and he nodded.

Woke up at 4:15 and attempted WILD.


Dream #2 (Lucid):
Random people were in my house, having a strength competition through rock paper scissors. It may have been to find out who was the strongest dragon, but I'm not sure. They all had human appearances. Three of them sat on the couch; the leftmost being the weakest, the middle the strongest, and the rightmost of average ability. Three more people of the same ability would face off against them.

My friend K was in the middle, so she must have been a strong one. Two people challenged her to RPS and she won both times. "Hah! I was always the best at this game. You chumps."

I'm pretty sure I was subconsciously helping her. I could have played a match myself but didn't want to. Prior to this a lot of stuff had happened, and because of that stuff I decided to run away from home.

Next thing I knew I was in the driver's seat of our car, cruising down the highway. It was on autopilot, and I thought, Wait, since when did our car have autopilot mode...? I shrugged it off though because I'd heard of the concept before.

The turns it made were strange; each time it seemed to very nearly hit whatever object was in front of it, but never really did. Whenever I tried to take hold of the wheel, it would start driving extremely and uncontrollably fast, so I decided to just give in and trust it. J and L might have been in the back, but if they were, it wasn't for long. I stared out the windshield at the blue and pink sky, a red bridge reaching high into the clouds, and thought about finding a suitable place to die.

Eventually I arrived at a grassy field and was able to take the wheel. The car bounced along a dark, vivid gravel path, but it was more fun than scary. A short wooden fence separated it from the rest of the field, and at the end of the path was a rectangular dugout. Like the opening to an underground fort.

I parked the car and peeked in. A bunch of witches were in there and I completely forgot about finding a place to die, overcome with the desire to become one of them. I jumped in, landing on the floorboards with a satisfying thud. To my left was another opening, this one leading out to an enormous cavern, similar to the one in How to Train Your Dragon 2 but with less greenery. I tried to enter but was blocked off by a wall of witches.

A massive dragon, clearly the leader of the place, approached me. I asked her if I could become a witch, and she said I could, I only had to put on the clothes.

I turned and against the opposite wall was a shelf, each tier storing a different uniform item: black robes, black pants, black boots, the classic spiked hat, and thin-yet-sturdy biker gloves. I asked a question about the boots and the dragon responded, "It's fine."

She touched my cheek with a human hand and said that my skin was lackluster. Embarrassed and ashamed, I looked down and mumbled that I didn't know what to do about it. I was worried she'd say I couldn't be a witch if I was like this, but instead she bestowed on me some very wise advice and rubbed a thick blue ointment onto my face, to "maintain the shine."

"Never let it fade," she said.

I put on the witch outfit and checked out my reflection in a wood-framed mirror. The ointment was glittery and smeared on in a simple pattern, like when people paint their faces for competitions or war. I thought it was pretty cool.

Not sure what happened but a bit later the dragon and I ended up in a pitch dark, weightless void. She hovered over me, beating her wings, a giant ball of pure energy forming between her open jaws. I wasn't scared because I knew she wasn't going to hurt me. I don't remember what she was doing, but I was amazed and quite happy.

Perhaps the energy ball had teleportation powers because next thing I knew, I was home. I avoided thinking too much about the whole event because I didn't want to jinx it.

I tried to text J and L, now under the impression that I had visited the lair to get something for them, but my phone wasn't turning on. I grabbed the home phone and started dialing their house number before remembering, Right, they haven't had a home phone since they got cell phones. But I don't have their numbers memorized…

I was in a hurry and beginning to stress when S called. I answered, and they demanded to know, "Why did you send 'This might be a bad idea' in the group chat and then stop responding?" (I think I sent that before entering the witches' lair.)

I didn't reply. Something wasn't right. S never responds to texts that quickly, and certainly wouldn't be so desperate to hear from me that they'd call at 4 in the morning. This must be a dream.

The Caller ID disappeared and I hung up. It wasn't a high level of lucidity so I wanted to go back to the lair and find a wand to use for dream powers. But before I could leave the house, I woke up at 5:24.

———

This dream was so epic, the visuals were fantastic and the dragon had such a dignified air. I'd like to meet her again. I'm pretty sure the witch theme was influenced by a manga called Skull Dragon's Precious Daughter. I started reading it for the dragons, but it has other fantasy elements as well. It's quite wholesome, so I recommend it.

I finished writing at 5:35 and tried to go back to sleep, but I was too excited about the dream and ended up lying awake till my alarm went off

Points:
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - ½ point
WBTB - 2 points
DILD - 10 points
Dragons Theme - 5 points
(3 comments - 1 point)
Tonight's sum: 18.5 points
Previous sum: 80 points
Comp total: 98.5 points

Slept at 11:10, earlier than usual because I was tired. Actually, I'm still tired.

———

Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
I was in S's house messing around with a girl my age, who was apparently my Japanese tutor. S's mom at some point was holding a razor doing something dangerous, but S took it away from her. Their interactions were very much like a parent-child role reversal. I(?) went up to the bathroom to do something, and their mom said, "It's definitely not the bathroom." [I have no idea what that meant or what was going on here, memories and notes are both vague.]

Later the Japanese tutor pushed me into "my" chair (one among many) and shoved the back of it, sending me flying down a hallway. It rolled like a wheely-chair despite having no wheels and I was facing backwards. I held on tight to the seat and the dream went into third person until I hit a towel and came to a stop.

The tutor recorded it all but messed up the editing, even though it was live? In the beginning we hadn't liked each other very much and all my awkward jokes flopped, but by this point we were best buddies. The camera zoomed in on each chair, upon which the "before and after" of different aspects of our relationship were displayed.

———

Yeah, this dream made no sense. Woke up at 3:31, remembering nothing and tempted to go back to sleep without trying. But I pulled myself together and ended up remembering these two fragments—point-wise, they're the same as a full non-lucid dream.

———

Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
My mom was hosting a dinner party in our backyard, which looked more like J&L's backyard. The house was way bigger than it is IWL, and one of the guests was our neighbor Diana. I was dealing with a troublesome situation involving an animal(?) named Candy, but I can't recall the details.

I texted J and S in a group chat, asking S when we would meet up, since yesterday they said we had to talk [true]. They didn't answer, and J suddenly sent a "Happy birthday!" message. S did the same, adding a party emoji. I checked the date on my phone and sure enough, it really was my birthday.

I wasn't surprised, but a gloomy mood overtook me and I started complaining about how, on top of dealing with this Candy fiasco, I had to find out that no one remembers my birthday—not even me. It was a bit hard to type because my phone kept glitching, but even IWL that's normal.

My mom came inside to grab some tablecloths for the party. I looked at her with a deep frown, the kind a child makes before bursting into tears. I didn't even know what age I was turning, but I couldn't believe she forgot my birthday. [This would never happen in reality unless she got dementia or something.]

"What? Why do you look like that? You're on electronics too much," she said, and I started crying. "Oh, guess it's not that then."

She went back outside without asking what the problem was. But a few seconds later, I heard her let out a terrible wail. I knew she'd realized and went out to see if she would apologize. She was hunched over on the ground, but when I went up to her, she raised her head and smiled. "You thought I forgot your birthday? Don't be silly."

Startled by the change in attitude, I said, "Stop lying."

It was already 3:30 in the afternoon, so if she truly hadn't forgotten, what was she planning to do? And why had she been despairing just a moment ago? There's no way she could remember yet not acknowledge it. Still she insisted, and although some doubts crept in, I refused to believe her.

Abruptly woke at 4:11; WBTB.


Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
There was a group of horses talking to each other, awkward and relatable, practicing Japanese with flashcards. They took out the kanji for month/moon, but on closer inspection it became the kanji for rain. On even closer inspection, it didn't look quite right.

Next thing I remember is being in my room, looking at an imitation painting I made of the horses. One of them was biting the other's tail, and there was a dragon on its saddle. A stone tower loomed in the distance, and two more dragons were piled on top of it. The painting was able to move like a live photo. I thought it was very futuristic.

I had a false awakening in which I wrote down the dream, and after that I had another false awakening in which I did the same thing! When I woke up for real at 5:11 I was confused and lay there for a while trying to figure out what had happened. Forgot much of the dream, but the FAs actually helped me recall the details of the horse part.


Dream #4 (Non-Lucid):
Andrew Tate was dating a teenage boy. I saw a video on TikTok of them kissing. The caption read, "He's even a pedo now!" There was a child next to the two of them so I worried about the implications of this.

After the kiss the (teen) kid walked away blushing. He was wearing a Hunter x Hunter shirt, and on it Killua was blushing too. I wondered if the video was fake because it's weird for non-anime people to blush like that, and the matching shirt seemed unrealistic.

Sudden false awakening. I debated whether or not I should write down the dream, deciding to do it later since it was almost 6:15. I went over it in my head and thought, Even though it's short, it's not a fragment because that was the whole dream. So that'll be one point.

My brothers N and Z were both awake. Z was in my bed with headphones on, watching something on his phone. I lay down and covered my ears with a blanket because N was being annoying, but when I put the cloth over my ears, I heard loud piano music and singing. It was definitely a cover of a PowaPowa-P song, not sure which one. Even though the singer's voice was shaking and too-loud and full of voice cracks, I didn't mind because I was fascinated by the hallucination. If I pressed too hard and covered my ear canals, I couldn't hear anything, and eventually the sounds stopped altogether.

I told Z about it and he told me to shut up and stop talking to him, not meanly though. I kicked him and we both kind of laughed. I announced that I needed to pee and since it was 6:14, I figured it would be fine to get up now. I climbed down from the bed, gathered my clothes, and headed to the bathroom. But for some reason, N was about to walk in first.

What the heck? He's in middle school, he doesn't need to get up yet. Bet he just wants to go on the computer. I told him to stop, and he backed away from the bathroom as if repelled. Behind me, I heard my 6:15 alarm going off. Oh yeah, I forgot to disable it.

I turned back to do that… and woke up to my real 6:15 alarm going off. Kinda crazy!

I may have forgotten a dream in between the third and fourth, but maybe I'm just confused. I'm disappointed in myself for missing so many dream signs, I even questioned my surroundings multiple times. But what can ya do...

———

Points:
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x4) - 4 points
Dragons Theme - 5 points
(3 comments - 1 point)
Tonight's sum: 10 points
Previous sum: 70 points
Comp total: 80 points

Not much to say, slept at 11:30.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
Some guy was disrespecting an outdoor church service. I said, "Hey man, I don't really like the church either, but you can't just attack it like that."

They were holding a dancing fish ritual for little kids. I sat down to watch, unsure if it was a joke or a genuine religious ceremony. They put on a video about this kid's dad who was an elderly Chinese dragon. He had a "strict" and "friendly" version, but when they played the friendly version it just showed him scolding the kid.

I was paying attention the whole time and asking a lot of questions, but I don't remember any of them except this one. I raised my hand and said, "Hey, that version seems pretty strict to me."

The guy in charge smiled nervously and did a weird pose. "It- it's not really determined by temperament, but by classification..."

"Then say that first, and don't call it friendly."

"Okay..."

———

Woke at 3:30, too tired to focus on WILD or anything. I just scribbled down the dream and went back to sleep. But I have the sense that this dream had a huge part at the beginning about museums.

———

Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
I was listening to a very well-known, depressing Vocaloid song. The kind of song that's so overused and pervasive it makes its way into the mainstream world, where it's made fun of for being edgy and turned into a meme. It was a bit similar to Shinitai-chan/Miss Wanna Die, but the visuals were closer to this cover of Hazy Skyscraper.

I read the lyrics over and over but I can't recall them anymore. Even if it's an "edgy" song, it still resonates with a lot of people, I thought indignantly. There was a train scene in it, so I took a screenshot, turned it black and white, and made it my profile picture. [So edgy, I know.]

Transition is fuzzy, but the girl featured in the video (very young, less than 10 years old), was sleeping on the sidewalk of my neighborhood. She was a homeless orphan. A boy around 19 found her and picked her up, taking her away so she wouldn't get abducted. There were some weird creatures where he took her, and she kept trying to run away. The boy could save his progress like a video game, and returned to those files whenever he wanted.

Next thing I remember is being on the subway with my familial unit, but it was a strange subway with no walls... or maybe the window was open, not sure. As we passed by a ramen shop I stuck my arm out and grabbed a handful of noodles and chicken.

My mom made a big deal out of it for some reason, crooning, "Oh my goodness, you're going to eat chicken! You're finally growing up!~"

I made a face. "Can you stop acting like it's so weird for me to want/like chicken? It's annoying."

"Stop being so mean," she said in a hurt tone.

I didn't respond, looking out the window instead. Another train passed by and I recorded it with my phone. Through its window you could see a family having a good time, sitting at a fancy table as if they were at a hotel party or something. I was imagining a future where I was dead and people were watching this video for clues as to why. I thought, No way anyone would think they're the reason… and they're not, but you never know what gets to people.

———

Alarm woke me up at 6:15. I actually forgot the vast majority of this dream. There was another plot about a boy and a girl on an adventure, or running away from something, but alas, I can't recall it. At least I've got those dragons

Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - .5 points
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
Dragons Theme - 5 points
Tonight's sum: 8.5 points
Previous sum: 61.5 points
Comp total: 70 points

Y'know, I really love these podcasts with CanisLucidus and OpheliaBlue. They always seem to say the most useful things right when I need to hear it... even if they said it years ago.
Anyway, on to the dreams

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
A girl was on the subway, heading for Japan. She was confused about Chinese versus Japanese pronunciation. Someone abruptly stopped her at 3:30 to ask a question.

That's all. Ironically, I woke up at 3:30. Logged the entry and went to sleep, attempting WILD as usual. I used CanisLucidus's "99, I'm dreaming, 98, I'm dreaming" method this time.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):

Spoiler for suicide:

I was watching a Japanese music video about a suicidal girl. It repeatedly showed flashing railway signals, red and green, and the train pulling in, over and over. Finally, the camera panned to the girl standing alone on the station platform. She had longish white hair and two letters in her hand. One was sent to herself (from herself), called "The Decapitated," and the other wasn't shown, but I have the sense it was either for the conductor or a loved one.

I stopped watching and was at some train tracks myself. Not a public platform, just random tracks in the middle of the woods. I was checking out the train tracks in preparation for my own suicide... it wasn't going to be that day, but a month or two in the future. I thought, Would you really get decapitated? I suppose you could, but it wouldn't be that simple...

The train eventually arrived, and like a squirrel I impulsively ran in front of it, reaching the other side just in time to avoid being hit. Then I remembered it's illegal to do that—I had searched it up before—and I saw people behind me so I bolted. They ran after me, following me into the forest. I ended up getting stuck trying to crawl over a bush. They were going to catch me.

"All right, that's enough!" one guy shouted, shining his flashlight on me. I was shocked that they had bothered to give chase in the first place, even more so that I hadn't escaped. A pang of considerable fear struck me.

There was an immediate scene change. Now I was not even in the dream, but the "camera" was on a guy wearing a turtle shell, and he said to me, "So, you're trying to WILD? Just give it up." We both became simultaneously alarmed by his words. "I mean, no, no, never mind.... I don't know anymore, you schmuck."

———

I woke up at 4:21. After recording the dream, I lay awake for at least 35 minutes, doubting if I would be able to get back to sleep at all. But I was thinking of LDing and WILD the whole time, and eventually I drifted off.

———

Dream #3 (Lucid):
Where do I even start? The order of this dream is so scrambled... I'll try my best.

I was on a spaceship, in a small room with my mom and a cabinet of spices. Lucid from the get-go, I remembered my first three-step task: flying! I jumped up and hovered in the air, being careful not to fly through the ceiling in case the dream blacked out.

Wriggling in midair, I bragged to my mom, "This is a dream! This is a dream!"

She clapped and praised me, yet at the same time, I heard her shrieking at me to do my work. It was weird, but the image of her in that room was super vivid. I remember being amazed and hoping I didn't wake up. Then I had a false awakening.

I attempted WILD by imagining my mom as she was before, and she kind of "booted up," but in the end it failed. So I went to sleep normally and the next thing I remember is being in my living room, lucid again. I pushed my brother aside and jumped into and through the front door, trying to teleport. I emerged in total blackness.*

At first I assumed I had woken up, but then I thought, Wait, what if this is the "void" CanisLucidus mentioned? Remembering how he hailed it as an effective teleportation tool, I tried to summon up a scenery. Grainy graphics resembling the ATNRPG logo popped up.** (I started playing it yesterday.) There were four letters instead of six, and they kept changing, most of them somewhat Greek-looking. I wasn't surprised; I was glad for the typical dream sign.

I entered what I for some reason believed to be a WILD transition. I was in the woods in front of a stream, mentally comparing it to its real life counterpart. This one had more greenery, and the trees were packed more densely. A kid from my ESS class appeared, floating face-down in the river. (I was reminded of Dazai from BSD.) But he wasn't completely limp, rather suspending his waist over the water while keeping his head submerged.

My friend A was with me and we pulled him out, despite his struggles. "Can't you see I'm trying to die here?" he snapped.

"You should do a better job of it then," I said coldly. "Besides, we'll get in big trouble if we're caught turning a blind eye."

He pushed us away and even started throwing punches. A was distressed but I figured it was a good opportunity to solidify the dream. Unfortunately, I couldn't feel anything.

Don't remember the end of the scene, maybe it was another FA+false DEILD.

I was on a spaceship again, literally on top of it, mostly non-lucid. My body was a mechanical bunny, and making it walk was quite difficult. A little astronaut was with me, and we had to avoid these moving concrete traffic barriers; touching them would be fatal. (On some level it was a video game.)

He opened a door for us but I somehow entered the wrong one. I came across a device with the ability to change the background of my alarm clock. I was like, "Oh wow, I never knew that my alarm clock background could change!" (I was a little bit lucid since I assumed it would change it in real life.)

A selection of anime-style backgrounds filled the screen. I scrolled through the various themes, among them Irisu Syndrome, Yume Nikki, generic night skies, et cetera. I was going to choose the first, but I couldn't buy it because I needed 30 "tickets" and owned none.

How am I supposed to get tickets? Never heard of 'em, I thought grumpily. I accidentally pressed a button but canceled it by hitting "esc." I think it also teleported me to the correct door and sent me through.

I was lucid again, more than before, walking through the spaceship's hallway with a bunch of people. I decided to go with the flow and follow them, wondering if they would take me anywhere important. We went through one of those futuristic, automatic, semi-circle-shaped doors into a room I didn't pay enough attention to to remember.

I thought of the competition, under the impression that this was its own separate dream, unaware of the false DEILDs. I said hello to a reporter lady and she happily greeted me back. Then I tried to push my finger through my palm but it didn't work at all, so I looked at my hands instead. Totally normal. For a moment I assumed it was because the dream was so stable, but perhaps I was just being cocky. I looked closer and bam, suddenly I only had three short fingers on each hand! It was so creepy I actually said "Eek!" and shook them out. I looked away and in my peripheral vision saw them return to normal.

I worried the repulsion would wake me up, so I distracted myself by flying. It was unusually difficult; I had to kick myself into the air and flail around to stay afloat.

"Stop that," the reporter scolded. I did, and she led me over to a marked circle on the ground, asking me some questions I didn't listen to nor answer.

I wracked my brain for the memory of my next three-step task, but nothing came up. Again I worried about waking up, and maybe the dream dissolved, or I had an FA, but this is the next scene I remember:

My memories of this part are particularly fuzzy, and I wasn't even in it. There was a play going on (in the same spaceship I believe) but a couple actors had been abducted—a gay boy and a pretty blond girl. An image of the latter flashed across the screen, anime style, of course. Short wavy hair, long eyelashes, a floppy hat, and a white sundress.

Someone said, "Oh, I knew that gay guy was going to get abducted someday."

"Well, I knew that girl was going to get abducted someday," someone else put in. [The visuals were very bad.] "[Name], you should have watched her better."

[Name] was a teenage boy who probably had a crush on the blond girl. "I thought it would be creepy to watch her too much..." he mumbled.

They were about to set out on a rescue mission, but before they did, I woke up for real at 5:36. There was a sort of hypnopompic transition into wakening, similar to the turtle guy but less vivid. A monk was facing the "camera" and talking about lucid dreaming. I don't remember what he said.

———

The reason the order of everything is so confused in my brain is because I didn't write it down right away. When I first awoke, I still believed all those false awakenings were actual DEILDs, and I tried to do another one. But after a while I realized that this time was different than the others and I needed to hurry and write down the dream, or I would forget.

Anyway, this is my first LD of the competition! YAY! Maybe I'll draw some pics for it tomorrow.

Edit: Pics!


Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - ½ point
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
WILD - 10 points
Fly + First Chosen Task - 10 points
Interact with a Dream Character - 2 points
*Does this count as Fully Phase through Big Solid Object if I lost lucidity afterwards? - TBD (Edit: Yep, 10 points)
**Is this Advanced Summoning? - TBD (Edit: Nope)
Reality Check / Stabilization - 1 point
Tonight's sum: 26.5 (Edit: 36.5)
Previous sum: 25 points
Comp total: 51.5 points (Edit: 61.5 points)

Huzzah for creative titles Slept at 11:20.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I don't remember this dream very well, but I wrote it down in my journal. Someone was doing reality checks by inspecting dragons' teeth and identifying their type. They explained to the citizens of a city how they were able to do so, and I have a vivid image of a severed, roughed-up fang. I was shocked when I woke up and it was only 1:30.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
I was in a manor with an ugly boy that everyone hated, looking at his family portraits. There was one for each child (and there were a lot of children), held either by the mom or the dad. He was the firstborn, but his picture was the only one where the parent was not smiling.

I felt bad for him so when he started poking my shoulders I allowed it, despite their oversensitivity. The borderline-painful sensation was distinct and quite realistic. I remember breathing a sigh of relief when he started poking my neck instead.

Insert transition here, I was now at a carnival with J and she wanted me to play a game she'd played herself as a child. You had to buy a glove with these fancy buttons on it, then attach it to a machine to play. It was a boring and simple game, but J and I obtained a glowing orange orb and did something cool with it, so it was fine.

A man and his kid came over to us and tried to steal the glove. There was a brief struggle but I think he eventually got it. It cast a spell on him that made him grow with each terrible "command" he followed through with. By the last one, I had taken on the role of an observer (I believed I was watching an anime) and was able to input the command myself. I wanted to make it sound fancy but it was difficult to use my brain, so in the end I typed, "He will have a complete and utter loss of respect for human life."

Momo from The Executioner and Her Way of Life was there, and she cried, "No, at least don't go that far!"

The man was at this point the size of a large tree, holding a rollercoaster in one hand. He started lifting people out one by one and eating them, periodically smashing the bottom into the ground and breaking a few people's skulls. Everyone was screaming and you could hear bones cracking, and I remember thinking, Wow, this show is pretty gruesome. But I was invested. On some level it felt like I was making him do this.

He picked up a small boy, and as he squirmed in his fist, the man hesitated. It felt like he broke free of my control as he suddenly burst into tears like a child, throwing the boy onto a nearby building and shouting, "Mou shiranai!" ("I don't know/care anymore!")

Into his voice recorder he shouted "Hayai!" ("fast") and sprinted away. He was being hunted down for his crimes, so Momo told him to come up with an alias. He decided on "Kouga," which confused me because I was (suddenly) under the impression that he was Inuyasha, and I thought, Don't you hate Koga? Why would you want to be called that?

As he ran, with intense concentration, he was able to form a teleportation portal and jump through. It led to a mostly empty but beautiful garden. His daughter was there, a blind girl of about 5 years. He plopped down at the base of a tree and she leaned against him, and in Japanese he said, "Daddy is really dangerous right now."

Also in Japanese, she responded, "I disagree. The place where Daddy is, is the safest place."

It was extremely difficult to hear her, but the word she was using for "place" was oba instead of bashou. I was like, Huh? Is that another way to say it?

He told her to listen to the tape on the voice recorder, and she did. He was saying hayai/hayaku over and over, getting angrier and angrier with each one. I was wondering if it was okay for him to show this to a child so small, and then she got to the last one, which he shouted so vitriolically that she flinched away.

She asked why he was so angry but got no answer. She replayed the tape and this time meowing could be heard after the first or second "hayai." The dad started to get annoyed at how many times she was repeating it, and I worried he would attack her, but there was no real danger of that. He was going to restrain his annoyance and ignore it.

The kid finally stopped and pouted, jealous that he was hanging out with someone else. [The meowing was Momo.] She stood up and patted him down, searching for soft pink pigtails, though she wouldn't have been able to see the pink due to her blindness.

That's where that scene ended. I don't know when this happened, but sometime in the same dream I was at school and had missed my [true] AP test on Monday. My mom was there yelling at me about it, but I didn't care too much.

Woke up at 6:57, poorly attempted WILD, and went back to sleep.


Dream #3 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
There was something about an injured arm, but I can't even read the rest of my notes except the word "levels."

My alarm woke me up at 8:15 and I couldn't go back to sleep after that because I had to go somewhere. A shame, since I was quite tired.

———

Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Non-Lucid Dream Fragment (x2) - 1 point
Full Non-Lucid Dream - 1 point
Dragons Theme - 5 points
Tonight's sum: 9 points
Previous sum: 15 points
(3 comments - 1 point)
Total: 25 points

It seems like every time I complain, my brain makes me eat those words the next day... not that I'm complaining

I watched the first How to Train Your Dragon two days ago and the second yesterday, in hopes that I could at least get points for the theme, even if I couldn't get lucid. It paid off!

Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
The main character was a girl who'd been betrayed countless times, there was a brief backstory showing all the betrayals but I don't remember them now. She befriended another girl I'll call Isa, because she reminds me of my childhood friend Isabella. But some stuff happened and Isa ended up partnering with yet another girl (I'll call her Partner), who was also trying to kill MC. MC felt betrayed even though she'd also found a new partner, and Isa wasn't participating in the fighting, and in the end Partner was the one who got beaten up. MC and her buddy ruthlessly broke her right arm and legs before fleeing the scene.

Partner was freaking out about her injuries, screaming and flailing around in agony. She called out for Isa's chiropractor who apparently lived in my loft, but a random Indian YouTuber came down instead. She asked if he could mend her broken bones and he said he could, but he wanted to "fix" her left arm first because it had "more wrist creases than the right."

She hesitated for a while, as her left arm wasn't broken and his reasoning didn't make sense to her. He arranged his equipment (toiletries and a laptop), then walked off somewhere. While he was gone Partner could see that his website was being revamped, as it was displayed on the laptop screen and changed before her eyes.

He returned and apologized, saying he'd had a "slow life" and didn't "get started" until now. (He was in his thirties.) Partner asked if he could just fix the broken bone, but he said he had to start with the wrist because of those creases. She was doubtful and worried he would damage the one unharmed limb she had left, but I think she was going to agree. I was stressed even as the nonexistent observer.

Not sure how this happened, but at the end there was something about good grades and upbeat music started playing, and then I woke up. It was 3:43. I jotted down some notes and attempted WILD.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
An artist was hired to go to China to paint "English drawings" on the subway. After she finished, she pulled on a lady's dress and begged her to look, acting really bothersome and creepy. But when the lady and everyone else turned to see, they were truly amazed, oohing and aahing at her work. It was supposed to be English art but it looked anime-style to me; there was even Sailor Moon fanart.

The subway morphed into a bus and I became a passenger. I was a child and so was everyone else there, around 10 or 11 years old. One girl had super pretty light brown hair, I remember staring at it from behind. The dream went briefly back in time and made it so that she had two little braids in her hair instead of it being completely down.

Even though her hair was beautiful, there was something off about it. She didn't quite look like a proper human being, the proportions and texture were slightly messed up. I remember thinking, Well, it's not real, so it makes sense. But I wasn't lucid.

We were dropped off at an abandoned ocean. As far as the eye could see there was only greenish-gray water, and a tall concrete wall atop a thin line of sand. Rope netting was strewn across its lower half. We swam across the water, nearly getting eaten by a sea monster but climbing up the rope just in time. None of us wanted to stand on the sand because it was too close to the water, and we weren't willing to risk falling in. So, we walked along the top of the wall, even if that was scary as well.

I had a conversation with a boy, some sort of pep talk. We were all confident that we would make it as long as we had support from... someone. I believe we were trying to get to that person.

Don't remember any transition, but there was a scene change. I was in my room, my age again, binging multiple shows at once. Most of them were anime, but one was a live action movie. My mom came in and I accidentally played the live action for a second, revealing that I was slacking off. She started lecturing me about grades but I distracted her by joking about the show and making excuses.

She told me that I had to construct dragons with some other people, one of which was my ESS classmate Jason. He was working hard; I was pretty lazy but there was a time skip and I had made three or four dragons, one of which was a combination of a small elephant plush and my dog Nile, except with wings. I named it Inukogun.

All the dragons were in my bed. My mom said we had to kill them and a scene from How to Train Your Dragon flashed through my head. A solemn mood fell over the group as she ordered us to pick one. Shippo (from Inuyasha) was there and he wanted Inukogun but couldn't remember its name.

He thought it would be embarrassing or offensive to admit that, so he looked through my notebook for the name and found it. I think I subconsciously helped him because I also wanted him to have Inukogun. They were both small and it would be cute.

My mom said I was mean for picking that name—she apparently spoke Japanese and "kogun" meant "loss of space." [I searched it up and it actually means something similar?!] Essentially, I was calling him a "waste of space dog." I said multiple times that it was short for shoukougun (like Irisu Shoukougun/Syndrome) and she teasingly mocked me.

Don't know when this happened but at some point I was flying around my neighborhood, talking to someone on the phone. They said, "Isn't it great?" referring to the way I pronounced something, but I don't remember anything else.

———

I woke up at 5:30. At first I didn't realize I had had a dream or that I was even awake, but eventually I came to my senses and wrote it down. Again I attempted WILD, but I fell asleep without realizing it.

———

Dream #3 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
There was a dragon named Strikeform. An expert on dragons identified his class, but I forgot the name. I awoke at 6:11 and like I said, hadn't realized I fell asleep. I was just lying there wondering when I would drift off. Then I noticed I was repeating "Strikeform" in my head over and over. Probably attempted WILD afterwards but I don't remember.


Dream #4 (Non-Lucid):
My dad was yelling at my brothers and my mom about having to leave to some place in Egypt. He stormed into the upstairs bathroom, some lady on his podcast shouting "I don't f**king care!" It was stressing me out and I hoped they would leave soon.

There was a dog stuffed animal in the room that somewhat resembled Nile. My dad's footsteps made it stand up and walk over to me. (It wasn't alive, it was just the force of his footsteps making it "bounce" in my direction.) I beckoned it and thought, It's almost like my willpower made it come to me. Like a dream. But I didn't become lucid.

Petting it made its tail move in a way similar to wagging. I thought it was weird but assumed that's just how it was made, that it was the result of highly intelligent gravity manipulation. I hugged it and felt glad that it wasn't alive.

Then I was on a sidewalk, still clutching it, trying to sleep. Except that image was just a flashback—in reality, I was telling Jude a story about how I tried to sleep on the sidewalk.

"I'm surprised. Aren't you always self-conscious about sleeping on sidewalks?" she asked. "You're always like, 'Aaah, what if they hate me for taking up all the walking space as if I were royalty, what if they kick me,' blah blah blah."

I laughed because she knew me well. "I was about to get to the part where I move to the grass."

And the flashback showed me doing that, but then my brother N left the room IWL and it woke me up. 6:40. I quickly went back to sleep after writing it down.


Dream #5 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I had a dragon in Berk that had pulled five people/puppies out of a river. Everyone in the village, dragon and human alike, bowed down to him. I woke up at 6:57 smiling with pride.

The reason this is a fragment is because for some reason I was under the impression that I had already written down the dream. but when I checked my DJ, there was nothing. (Oddly enough, the bookmark was placed at a random page away from the rest of the notes.) By the time I wrote it down for real, I had forgotten much of the details.


Dream #6 (Non-Lucid):
There were two siblings in my room, a brother and an older sister. The former was bound in these weird rectangular restraints—they encapsulated his whole body, making it look sort of like he was trapped in a ladder. He had been told that they were to help him walk, but actually, they were keeping something evil inside him sealed.

He somehow figured out they were unnecessary and started breaking them off, asking the sister why he needed them in the first place. She watched with a horrified look as his eyes widened, the irises glowing a bright purple. He looked at her menacingly… and my dad burst into the room, barking at me to hurry up and get ready. I hadn't been part of the dream, but now I was alone on my brother's bed, surrounded by the broken restraints.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled, and quickly got changed.

We had to walk somewhere in the middle of the night, but I had some sort of motorcycle and drove ahead of them. I zoomed along so quickly that shock waves exploded around me as I stomped on the gas. The bike had a mind of its own as well: when I told it to slow down or go in a certain direction, it did, albeit with some mischievous resistance. I remember freaking out a little because I couldn't find the handles and was just holding on to the headlight.

At some point I very nearly smashed into an oncoming train, slowing down just enough that it whooshed past me without making contact. I decided I was done with the reckless speeding and came to a stop, waiting for my brothers to catch up.

"Did you see that? I almost died just now!" I exclaimed. "You know what a train just grazing against your finger can do to a person?!"

They didn't really care, and a conductor came over, saying that another train was coming soon and we had to get out of the way. I saw tracks forming on the ground beneath us. He instructed us to stand on a horizontal girder beam and hold onto another one higher up.

"Turn around," he added. "Don't want dust, or worse, flying into your eyes."

We did. I was tempted to sit down, but it was a good thing I didn't (as a narrator graciously informed me), because the beams suddenly flew into the air, spinning and rotating and flipping upside down like a rollercoaster. I held on for dear life, unable to make a sound, until they returned to their original positions.

"Wow, that was horrible. I hated that and I never want to do it again," I said in a deadpan voice.

There were more people standing on the beams now, one of which was my third grade teacher Ms. B. A reporter was interviewing her and I made sparkly-eyes to show I knew her, saying to the person next to me, "That's my third grade teacher. She was mean."

I hadn't said it quietly, nor with malice. I was actually hoping she would hear so we could talk. She turned to me and didn't seem to recognize my name, but after some prompting from my mom, it came back to her.

She apologized for being so strict with our class, saying that as she aged she had become much more lenient and now she loved teaching kids. Her hair was graying and wrinkles were forming on her face. She really did seem like a sweet old lady.

The next person interviewed was someone from swim team named Umi, but in the dream he was named Umami. I did sparkle-eyes with him as well, and when I turned around some random guy was doing sparkle-eyes at me. I laughed awkwardly and looked away.

Umami bragged about how the kanji in his name fit him perfectly, and three kanji filled the "screen." The first two looked like fancily drawn pirate ships, which I guess was fitting since they're related to water which is related to swimming which is related to him.

Even Nile was on the beams, and he wanted to salute the interviewer. I was worried he would slip, but allowed it since he had both hind legs planted firmly on the bottom beam.

After some time we got down and walked with Ms. B to a small shop run by my neighbor Diana. There were free lollipops in a bowl so I took a red one; it was sweet and tasty. Ms. B offered to buy a ginormous peach for us, but before we could work out a deal, I woke up at 8:22 from my other brother leaving the room.

———

I lay in bed for 45 minutes trying to go back to sleep. At some point I heard a voice say, "If you want to fall asleep again, that'll be $14.99." I laughed, but I really couldn't fall back asleep after that.

So many dreams and no lucids... my daytime techniques must be lacking. Not to mention all those failed WILDs Well, I won't despair yet.

Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x4) - 4 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x2) - 1 point
Dragons theme - 5 points
Tonight's sum: 12 points
Previous sum: 3 points
Total: 15 points

My recall and WBTB abilities have gone to shambles, just in time for the competition ...Actually, I noticed them deteriorating this past week, but I didn't expect it to get this bad.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I was in my bed, trying to fall asleep. (A false non-awakening, as Harlequin calls it, but I think I'll call it a false falling-asleep.) A baldish 16-19 year old guy was standing at the foot of my bed, smiling at me. I assumed he was a really strong hypnagogic hallucination, and even though I was creeped out, I acted friendly to avoid any bad schema.

He encouraged me to have a lucid dream, suggesting all sorts of techniques that I can't remember now. I said something like, "Don't forget about WILD," and he smirked confidently, walking closer.

———

That's all I remember, which is a shame since I'm pretty sure the rest of the dream involved dragons. I knew I hadn't been waking up naturally most days this week, so the night before I set an alarm for 4:55, but I don't even remember hearing it; I was just suddenly awake and staring at my clock.

I couldn't remember anything and spent the rest of the time trying to WILD, but I couldn't fall asleep. I would drift in and out every 5-15 minutes, though I must have been unconscious at some point because I had this dream.

———

Dream #2 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I was on a sandy beach in a videogame-like setting. I think I was running away from some responsibility.

I came across a patch of sand with crabs and turtles and some other creatures scuttling around underneath. They would occasionally pop up to the surface before burrowing in again. The dream switched to third person, and when a red crab emerged from the ground, I smashed it with a wooden hammer, killing it.

"Are you happy now?" I asked my mom. (I think it was her.)

A rectangular floating box appeared, prompting me to place an important ID card(?) on top of the crab. I wondered if it was a good-Samaritan choice that would benefit me in the future, but I didn't want to risk it, so I scorned, "That's stupid, who would do that?" I was just hiding my uncertainty.

There were some more turtles and crabs crawling around but I didn't kill them. I felt terrible. My dad started chasing me soon after.

———

I didn't remember either of these fragments until brushing my teeth in the bathroom. I'm glad because it brings my score up from a 2... to a 3... I tried to take a nap after coming home from school but I couldn't fall asleep.

Points:
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment (x2) - 1 point
WBTB - 2 points
Total: 3 points

I was complaining yesterday, but today I rejoice, for I had an EPIC lucid dream! I reached the 30-minute mark of this podcast, right in the middle of their teleportation discussion. Slept at 11:30.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I wanted to refresh myself on the major and minor chords of piano for a summer program I'm enrolled in. I searched it up and found a forum similar to Dreamviews. Someone had posted a YouTube video explaining the chords, and other people were sharing their own specialties below.

———

The way I woke up was very interesting. I was mostly unconscious, in a half-dream state, when I thought, No wait, I need to wake up! and my eyes flew open. Not sure if I checked the time before or after writing down this fragment, but it was 4:58. I lay back down and after 5-10 minutes of getting comfortable, I started a WILD transition.

Now, I am not sure when it went from lucid daydreaming to actually being in the dream. Luckily I use the same green for both LDDing and semi-lucids, so it works out. But up until the blue, I really thought I was just daydreaming! (I now believe I was fully dreaming the majority of the time.)

———

Dream #2 (Lucid Daydream/Semi-Lucid; Lucid):
This is a dream.

That is the mantra I repeated each time I caught myself daydreaming. The first concrete scene I remember is someone explaining how every time Kagome from Inuyasha returns to the modern era, the feudal era ends! Rather than them existing simultaneously, she travels through time to the future, where everyone from the feudal era is long dead. As proof, they mentioned the episode where a Shikon Jewel shard was embedded in a tree in the modern era. The jewel only shattered into shards after Kagome's first visit, so clearly what happens there is the direct past of the modern era.

The scenery came into focus. Kagome was standing in the yard of her shrine-house, and a boy was explaining the above to her. He proposed that there might even be evidence of her from that time in this world. She quickly shot that idea down, but then he brought out a life-sized cardboard cutout of herself (apparently from the Feudal Era) and propped it in front of her.

Kagome's jaw dropped to the floor in shock, and she circled around the cutout, holding its hands and straightening up so she would be taller than it. Then they forgot about it and went to a restaurant.

I sat with them in a booth, thinking about telling someone how I distinguish between lucid daydreams and actual dreams. In a lucid daydream, I'm still aware of my WL body and can't see or feel anything clearly, but the plot is as random and elaborate as a proper dream... [Kind of ironic now that I can't tell.]

Kagome was telling the boy that gakuran uniforms were required for everyone in her old middle school. (She was a high schooler in this dream, wearing her usual seifuku.) I had never heard of that before, and the guy was confused as well. "Required?" he asked.

"Yeah," she confirmed, then stood up and left, presumably to get food.

"Guess she likes wearing a skirt now, though," he said to me.

"Yeah, well, it makes sense." I spoke with the affectionate tone one uses when they know a friend well. "I can just hear her voice in my head: 'I don't want to wear pants! A sailor uniform is way cuter!'"

He asked what I would choose, and I replied, "Gakuran, obviously."

"Huh," he said. I wasn't sure what to make of that, but then the "daydream" ended and moved on to the next.

My brother Z, best friend S, and I were in a hotel room S had booked for us. I didn't question it because I was still repeating the "this is a dream" mantra in my head. It was a nice, expensive-looking room. A bunk bed was pressed against the wall, and although S and a bunch of bags were on the top bunk, it was apparently mine. Z got the bottom bunk (which was concealed by an intricately designed blanket-curtain), and S got the regular bed next to us.

Eventually my brother and S left and I was alone in the room. I'm not sure about the order of events after this, but I'll try to arrange them in a way that makes sense.

I went to the bathroom and did my business, for some reason deciding to throw my dirty toilet paper in the trash can. [IWL I find that disgusting.] For a moment I got confused over whether it was really a trash can, since there was soap(?) in it as well. But then I saw a pile of TP and pushed it aside to dispose of mine, revolted that I had to touch it. I hurried to the sink, wondering why they had to make it so confusing.

Still, this place is so nice, I thought as I washed my hands. The faucet handles were the indented, circular type, and underneath the clear surface of the left knob was a casual pink color. Everything was so homey and comfortable, from the lighting to the furniture. There was even a couch in there! I wondered how S could possibly afford this, then reminded myself it was a dream.

Suddenly Shippo, Miroku, and Inuyasha appeared. Shippo was talking about how weird it was when Inuyasha flirted with him (he was possessed by a flea in that episode), but the reason he found it weird was either because he was a fox or a boy. Both Miroku and I were thinking, It's weirder because you're a child...

I told them it was okay because Inuyasha was brainwashed by a flea at the time and wasn't actually addressing Shippo. Some other stuff happened that I don't remember clearly; I think I touched Inuyasha's face and clothes to immerse myself/stabilize.

I somehow ended up in a place that looked like my living room but was still part of the hotel. There was a really muscular guy sitting in my chair. When he leaned forward I sat down behind him, though I wasn't sure why. He got offended and grabbed me, body-slamming me on the couch. I struggled to escape, but it was hopeless.

Luckily he transformed into a giant cob of corn. The weight on my chest reminded me of how some people describe sleep paralysis, and since I still thought I was daydreaming, I assumed the feeling originated from my physical body. I couldn't figure out why though, as I have been sleeping on my back for years and long gotten used to it. Nonetheless I tried to ignore it; I didn't want to give up the WILD.

I managed to roll the corn off of me and fell to my knees on the floor. Everything had become dark and unclear, so I stared at the coffee table, the couch, and a tissue box to re-stabilize. I wanted to hurry and transition into a full-fledged lucid dream, so I held the tissue box in my hands and tried to make it three-dimensional. It only worked a little.

Next thing I remember is sitting in the hotel lobby, clarity no longer an issue. There was a TV fixtured to the wall, displaying previews of Pinocchio-P songs. One of them was a creepy vampire-person bearing their fangs, and I worried it would seep into my dreams and give me my first nightmare in years. I turned away from the screen.

Then I had a false awakening in my bed, the same painful pressure from before weighing on my chest. Actually, it was worse this time—I could hardly breathe.

I struggled to sit up, telling myself without much hope, It's okay, this is a dream, this is still a dream. I did a nose-plug reality check and it worked effortlessly! It was so unambiguous that there was no question about it: I was (properly) dreaming!

Wasting no time, I climbed down from my bed and left the room, glancing at N on my way out. I tried to immerse myself in the scene but my vision became patchy, so I focused instead on my destination. I had run through my goals very quickly in my head and settled on snowboarding. I went down the stairs and headed for the front door, gravity so light that I might as well have been walking on the moon! I grinned from ear to ear 'cause it felt so cool.

I wrapped my hand around the handle and thought, Beyond this door is a snowy mountain, the same one I went snowboarding at in middle school. I remembered CanisLucidus's words and tried to imagine it in as much detail as possible. When I opened the door, though, it was only my neighborhood... except blanketed in snow and decorated with Christmas lights! Pretty awesome, but not what I wanted. (I wondered briefly if it would be cold but didn't want to waste time finding a jacket or boots.) I closed the door, intending to try again, but the wood had become glass. I doubted the technique would work if I could see what was outside, so I accepted my fate and exited the house.

After walking a short distance, barefoot yet not cold at all, I looked to my left and saw the snowy mountain right there! Complete with a ski-lift and everything! I sprinted to the top oddly quickly and saw that there were a bunch of kids snowboarding already. It appeared to be a competition, and reminded me of the LDing comp in less than a week.

The kids' stuff was scattered around in the snow, so I stole a snowboard out of a bag labeled "Olivia." It was light blue and on the small side but whatever. I looked around for socks and shoes, since I didn't think it was a good idea to strap myself in barefoot. I spotted a fuzzy pink pair of socks, but they were a bit thin and, frankly, ugly...

A little blond girl ran up to me, eyes sparking with excitement. "We're making some awesome socks over there! Wanna see?"

How useful, I thought. I smiled at her and said sure. She took me to her parents and I kind of forgot about the socks. The dad pointed to two other children and said, "This is her brother, and this is her identical twin sister."

The twin was a lot darker-skinned than the first girl, I guess because the mom was white and the dad was black. [I know that's not how identical twins work… 99.9% of the time.] Without warning, I woke up.

———

The clock read 5:28, so taking into account my time spent getting comfortable, I was only asleep for 20-ish minutes, same as yesterday. I was shocked because it felt like at least an hour! But I couldn't go back to sleep because I spent the rest of my time writing. (Wish I could use my phone... sigh.)

Anyway, this does count as teleportation, right? It's similar to the closet method, after all. Either way, IT WAS SO COOL!!!

Some sketches of the dream scenes:

(P.S. I have noticed when hovering over pics on my DJ, that they are named after random threads like "What is the nature of will?" and "The Unknown Dreamer" and "HALLOWE'EN". Does it appear that way for anyone else? I wonder what this one will be called.)
(Edit: It's "Why do you believe in God?" LMAO)

Last night I listened to 15 minutes of this podcast before going to sleep at 11:20.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
All I remember is that there was this whole thing at school about taking a break from cheering by playing Hearts. My dad was especially hung up about it. Later, I was at my house and Z said he ran "10 miles yesterday," followed by N saying he ran one.

———

That's it. It's sad because I have the sense this was a ginormous dream, and also because I didn't wake up till 5:30. I jotted the dream down and poorly did SSILD till I fell back asleep at 5:40-ish.

———

Dream #2 (Lucid; FA; Non-Lucid):
I can barely read my handwriting for this but I'll try! The main character was a guy in his late twenties, and his companion was a girl who could've been anywhere from 19-24. They were in my house, but in different rooms. She was "off-screen" in the bedroom, and he was in the bathroom with the lights turned off. He was perched on top of the door and holding his breath, hiding from a monster coming up the stairs.

Not sure how that scene transitioned into this one, but the monster was now in the bedroom about to kill the girl. MC ran in and knocked it off of her. I can't recall its appearance, only that it was big and dark... maybe wearing a tophat and bowtie? Anyway, the monster turned on him, trying to poke his eyes out.

MC held it off but was starting to feel a little nervous now, so he said in a silly voice, "Why do they always go for the eyes?!" [They had fought multiple monsters before this; not sure if they were false memories or not.]

His attempt to lighten the mood worked. The monster backed off and became friendlier, though MC could feel it was still a threat. It gave him a watch and headed toward the exit, saying something neither MC nor I (as the nonexistent observer) could make out. Right before it left, though, the words "come to that place later and meet me" could be heard. MC agreed, but I don't know if he really meant it.

Later he turned into a child, except it was only an illusion. (Not sure how it worked.) He really wanted to be a kid again. I was now a character in the dream, viewed from third person, following him through a library. On either side of us were windows revealing kids playing with blocks and toys and each other. He wanted to join them, but he couldn't because he was an adult. I think I asked him something, but he didn't reply.

We came to what looked like a mall play area. The unspoken rule that adults weren't allowed was less heavy here, but it would still have been odd. I asked another question and he said he just wanted to pet the cat. Sure enough, at the end of the room, on a stool, was a black cat. He pet it with his tiny hands. I could tell he wanted to give off an air of childish innocence, and I faintly felt a mix of disgust, pity, and affection.

Then something happened and he bolted out of the library, planning on running away from home. I took his place (as in, I was dealing with his situation, but in my body) and he disappeared. This world was more technologically advanced and I knew the chances of me escaping were slim.

I climbed on top of a wall and somehow knew this was Washington DC. Then out of nowhere, I realized I was dreaming. "Right, that's right, I was trying to have a lucid dream!"

My first instinct was to slow down and stabilize before doing anything. I felt the wall with my hands and feet, looking out at the city and the night sky, and wow, it looked so real! Until I looked back down and everything got blurry, that is. I tried not to worry about the half-blind problem, but I couldn't help it, and although it didn't happen, the dream still faded and I woke up.

It was a false awakening. I checked the time and it was past 10:00. Huh...? Do we not have school today? Well, that's good, I'll try to have another lucid dream then. I thought that and went back to sleep.

The scene switched. I was now preparing for some competition at school. The purpose of it was to give "losers" another chance, whatever that meant. But even non-losers had to participate! I was apparently a non-loser in this dream and questioning why I had to go, whining at the top of the stairs about how it's not fair.

The tone of my voice ticked my dad off and he started yelling an "explanation" at me from downstairs. I don't remember my reaction, I just went into the bathroom and woke up for real.

———

It was 6:02 when I woke up, so this dream was only 20 minutes long. Still... WHY ARE ALL MY LUCIDS LATELY SO SHORT?! And low-level as well... hopefully things improve over the weekend.

I've been super busy this week 'cause for some dumb reason every single important exam and project is packed into May. Therefore I haven't been able to be on dreamviews much, or even to spend much time on daytime techniques... but I had these LDs anyway! I decided to try out present tense with 'em.

Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
Actually this isn't a dream, because I can't remember anything about it. I woke up at 1:40, opened my DJ to a random page, and wrote "book," "reddit," "water," "dad," "crazy," and something illegible. Then I went back to sleep.


Dream #2 (Semi-Lucid):
First thing I remember is me and my brothers getting locked in the basement. There is a long backstory as to why, but I can't remember. All I know is that we're in a very oppressive environment and will likely be punished severely, even killed, when we're let out. We want to escape before that happens.

Z asks if there's any way to break the glass of the sliding doors. I press my hands to it and shake my head. "Are you kidding? This thing is like ten inches thick."

"True," N says.

Z grabs a crowbar from somewhere and is about to try anyway, but I stop him because it will make too much noise. I fiddle with something complicated and half-unlock the doors. (Two out of four unlocked.) My brain isn't functioning properly, but I figure out that I have to move this giant black printer off the desk. At first I carelessly slide it off the edge, but at the last second I catch it and quietly lower it to the ground.

With it out of the way, two switches on the wall have been revealed. I press one of them and the third lock clicks, the second one causing the same reaction in the fourth. I go to the door and, after undoing both locks, open it. Z blows raspberries to cover up the noise.

"Why are you farting?" I ask loudly, playing along. Then the door is open and we run out. I tell them we have to keep running till we get to the lake, then we can take a break. But I forget about that plan and eventually we are just running in no particular direction. I'm worn out already, and it's hard to move my legs in that typical dream way.

"Why are you tired? We've only ran 50 (something), that's not a lot," Z says, turning around to see me hunched over and catching my breath.

"I'm out of shape," I say defensively. "Also, I'm having a lot of trouble moving."

Then I have a "flashback" to the facility we were apparently stored in, the one we just escaped from. I am in a white hallway with glass windows, teenage subjects filing past me on both sides. A "professor" is talking to some girl, and I walk up to him, saying I can't run properly.

He gives me some semi-useful advice, and the girl next to him says, "What helps for me is focusing on lowering my left arm at the same time my right foot goes down."

That seems like a wise suggestion, so I try it, but her opposite leg-arm thing feels weird. I align them instead, but I can't focus on my feet planting. I vaguely think, Because this is a dream. Then I forget about it and return to the present.

I'm a little better at running now, but it's still weird. Z and N turn into a mix of Avery and S, 90% Avery though. I take her to a restaurant and we buy food. I somehow end up with boba even though I don't like it. The boba is cube-shaped and green like the drink, and my straw sucks it up automatically.

At first they are sweet and pretty tasty, and I think, Boba might not be so bad after all. But then a sour aftertaste kicks in, and when I drink more it tastes like coffee (which I dislike). I figure they must not have separated it from the cacao beans because it's "normally" served in lattes. I also have a ziplock bag filled with them, but I don't want it and neither does Avery. I feel bad for the waiter, who's standing next to our table, watching.

At some point a group of college students come in, our in-dream classmates and part of the same facility we escaped from. I pray that they won't tell on us, but they don't seem to care much. I have an interesting conversation with one of them that I don't remember, and then Avery and I leave. We hear slow police sirens in the distance, which apparently means they're carefully searching and sifting through each neighborhood.

Eventually we end up at a boardwalk-carnival place, where another Avery is sitting on a bench. She spots us, goes "aha!" and types something on her flip-phone. I know she's reporting us.

"No!" I yell and fly into the air, out of her reach. Despite my distress, I think it would be funny to introduce the two to each other. [I must have been slightly lucid because I remember believing there were two Averys in real life as well, and technically, there are—my childhood friend, and the current stranger.]

They seem acquainted though, as My Avery stomps up to Evil Avery, shouting with fury, "Avery!"

Evil Avery smirks, ignoring her doppelganger and saying to me, "I got you last time, too."

It's true, I do have the sense I've dreamed this before. [Even now.] I don't respond and keep trying to fly away, half Superman-style and half Flappybird-style. I feel a little hesitant about leaving My Avery behind, so I yell at her to run.

We both flee, her on foot, me by air, but we don't get far. I don't know why, but I just keep flying in elaborate circles around the rides and tents. When my mom comes though, I stop that and actually try to get away. There is a grove of trees in front of a large concrete wall, and on top of the wall is an even larger spiky chainlink fence. I scale it and My Avery leaps over the trees to do the same, somehow having gained super-jumping powers. She vaults the fence and drops down to what looks like the roof of my school.

I am a little scared even though I "know" it's a dream and I should stay confident. [I think I might've been semi-semi-semi-lucid this whole dream, it just shined through in flashes like these.] A random narrator says, "Good thing (Evil) Avery wasn't able to use either the chain links nor the spikes to climb the fence!"

I turn around and sure enough, Evil Avery has fallen into the grove of trees, her eyes impaled by a couple branches. Her appearance has transformed into that of Kalluto Zoldyck from Hunter x Hunter, but I don't notice. I cry out her name and rush to her. In the back of my mind I'm thinking, So the plot calls for me to still care about my childhood friend, evil or not. How touching.

She is alive but badly hurt. I pick her up and take her to a nearby hospital, which means getting captured again but that doesn't matter now. My Avery follows, and as we're screened into the building, we have to classify ourselves with a number stating our danger/rarity level. She says "8v6"—apparently she has been here before and her rank is higher than before. I say "10v4."

I tell the guy in charge (who looks like Milluki from HxH except with white hair) to help Evil Avery, but he is apathetic, which surprises me more than it should. I think about leaving or destroying stuff, and over the intercom he says I can destroy whatever I want, since nothing matters. Maybe he is testing my abilities.

I "know" this is a dream, and this time I hold on to that knowledge. I look up to a spiraling arrangement of pipes and try to telepathically slash through them, but I can't. There are some lightbulbs tied together on the wall like big Christmas lights, so I break them, but it's weird. I focus on one, and the one next to it breaks. Then when I try to fix it by zeroing in on a black bulb with gold decor, I hear a shattering sound, but it only appears broken when I look away and look back.

After a while of this I get worried about my vision and the half-blind thing happening, so I step through a doorway into a warehouse area. My mom is there. I feel like any minute now my vision will go out, and I wonder what I should do. I remember a convo I had with Harlequin that day and decide to try out a command.

"Clarity now!" I shout, and for a split second I don't expect much because I didn't direct it toward the dream. But then the scenery pulses and ripples and at the same time I feel it the effects within my body. When it stops, my surroundings are clearer than before.

"Wow..." I say. My mom asks what happened, and I tell her, "I just experienced something amazing."

"What?" She's kind of smiling, and I'm surprised she's not mad at me for running away. I don't want to tell her it's a dream in case I jinx it, but I also don't want to ignore her.

"Next time you're dreaming, realize it," I explain, well-aware I'm oversimplifying it. "Then say 'clarity now,' and you'll see."

She just keeps smiling as if she understands.

I lose lucidity and the plot returns to Evil Avery. I carry her out of the building, pressing down the feeling that it shouldn't be this easy. I say that if Milluki won't help her, I will go to every other hospital in the area, even the "community center" if I have to. He seems more hesitant now and maybe agrees.

He tells me that Cinderella's parents died when she was young and that's why her kids and grandkids and great-grandkids are so messed up. Her great-grandkid is apparently my "mom" and works at the facility. I am able to watch the story in a thought-bubble like screen, and this Cinderella looks more like Kyouko from Irisu Syndrome.

"Wow," I say. "I'll break that chain, then."

Even though I say that, I have the sense that I just isekai'd into the body of Cinderella's great-great-grandchild and am actually someone else entirely. Then I wake up.

———

I woke up at 6:07, and it took me until 7:30 to finish writing down this dream Well, that was mostly because I kept spacing out in between each sentence. Then I set an alarm for 8:45 and went back to sleep.

———

Dream #3 (Lucid; DEID; Non-Lucid):
Me and someone else are watching a video of some pink-haired livestreamer, and I notice the background is almost exactly the same as my room. I point each matching detail out, particularly the photographs, and become lucid.

My vision immediately blacks out, but I say, "Clarity now! Clarity now!" and it comes back. I do a finger-through-palm RC and it makes the back of my hand extend an abnormal amount, though it doesn't go all the way through. I head downstairs and as I'm thinking about what to do, I wake up. Just for a second! I am 85% sure it wasn't an FA.

I close my eyes again and do an unintentional DEID, not DEILD because I'm not lucid when I re-enter. I check the time and it says 8:37, then Nile runs out of the house. I catch him and bring him back inside, only for my mom to yell at me about not making sure N ate his 30 rice cakes.

I'm confused and walk into the living room to find N sitting at the dinner table, a miserable look on his face. In front of him is a bowl filled to the brim with rectangular, reddish mochi.

———

I woke up soon after at 8:43, two minutes before my alarm was set to go off. Interesting that the dream time aligned so well with reality. I rushed the notes for this one because I had to leave the house at 9:30, that's why it's not very detailed.

Additionally, the reason I say this dream was lucid while the other was semi-lucid is because the other felt more like roleplaying, whereas in this one I had more awareness that I was actually asleep somewhere in real life. Even though I didn't remember my goals in either

And here are some pics of the dream scenes:

Title is in regards to the lucid. Went to sleep at 11:45, a little later than usual because my brother's explosive fart startled me awake as I was drifting off.

Also, happy Mother's Day!

Dream #1 (Fragment; Non-Lucid)

Spoiler for self-harm:

I don't remember why, but I cut up both my arms from my shoulders to my wrists. After I "came to," I was shocked at my stupidity. How was I going to hide this from my mom? I think I spent the rest of the dream wearing a jacket and praying she wouldn't notice the cut peeking out from under the sleeve.

Dream #2 (Non-Lucid)
I was in J and L's car. Their mom was driving us to the school so they could sign up for something called "NASSER." [We're learning about him in history but in the dream it was just some program.] I was thinking about joining as well until I realized it was a cheering thing.

Eventually the plot changed and I was going to a bunch of side characters' houses (that's actually how I thought of them in the dream). I knocked on one door and a young, straight couple answered. I stared at the man's face, making sure I recognized him.

He smiled awkwardly down at where I was, for some reason, crouching. "Uh, do we know you?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "I'm the one who came to your doorstep crying earlier, like this!" I mimicked a wailing sound, hoping it would be more funny than weird. Not sure if that event actually happened or if it was a false memory. Either way, it seemed to jog their memory, and they let me in.

I sat down at their table and watched them. The gf was scolding the guy for not taking care of their little cat-child. [Not a neko-person—a literal cat, which was somehow their child.] He held up his hands and tried to laugh it off.

Some time later, a bunch of weird battles happened. We'd get in a giant heart-shaped balloon and fight other balloon-creatures. It was pretty cool, but eventually we got overpowered and had to flee. A bonafide car-chase ensued, complete with suave spy music and everything.

A keychain was sticking out from the napkin holder, and the dad pulled it out, revealing his cat-child! "Oh, thank God, thank goodness, [gf's name]..." Apparently she had put it there. It nuzzled against his fingers and we continued driving.

We passed by a giant Mr. Krabs in his own balloon, and I wanted to fight, even though I knew it wasn't a good idea. We got out and into our giant heart-balloon, and I started to have regrets... Then I woke up.

———

It was 5:30, which was pretty distressing for me since I usually wake up for the first time at 3:00-4:00. I jotted down some quick dream notes but didn't fall asleep till after my 6:15 alarm went off.

———

Dream #3 (Lucid):
I was dropped off at my school, I guess for orientation or something. These two blond girls got out of the car in front of me, one with the appearance of a 1st grader, the other a 5th grader. I think they were supposed to be freshmen.

The older one took the little one's hands and said sympathetically, "[Name], I'm so sorry that you won't be having as many dreams now that school is starting."

The little one responded solemnly, "No, [name], I'm sorry that you won't be a natural lucid dreamer anymore."

That's not how it works, why would she say that? I didn't think it with words, but it's how I felt. The OG looked troubled and dropped her hands.

I was excited to hear people talking about lucid dreaming, so I kept my eyes on them as we walked toward the school. The OG was still talking about it and doing a series of reality checks. I was a bit surprised she knew about/performed them despite being a natural LDer.

Uncharacteristically, I approached them in the middle of their conversation. "Do you wanna know the best reality check?"

The LG stared up at me with a neutral expression, but the OG jolted away and shrieked in disgust. "Get away, don't touch me!!"

I wasn't touching her in the first place but I backed up, thinking, What's her problem? I tried to play off my wounded ego by continuing: "Okay, okay, gosh... but do you really not want to know?"

It didn't seem like she did, and she still looked disgusted, but she said, "Fine. What is it?"

"The nose plug RC! You just plug your nose and try to breathe through it."

For a few seconds she just looked at me with an inexplicable expression. Finally, she said slowly, "I've tried that in a dream before. It didn't work."

"Oh, really? Ahahaha, okay..." Now I felt stupid. "I've also had some failed RCs, they were all finger-through-palm ones, though... Anyway, I've only had 15 LDs so far but I think it's really cool that you're a natural! Okay, bye!"

I turned to flee, but the school doors were right in front of us, so I held them open (with some difficulty) for the two girls. When I turned around, though, they were gone. This big brawny kid was trying to get in, but I practically looked through him, croaking out pathetic sounds of confusion.

Then I had a false awakening. As I often do, I was thinking about the dream without knowing it was a dream yet. Sitting up, I thought, I should've added that if the nose-plug doesn't work at first, you could try moving your tongue so that only the tip is touching the roof of your mouth. [I wonder if this would actually help...]

Eventually I realized it was just a dream and I needed to do an RC now. A weird wave-feeling rushed through my head; I assumed it was the excitement of possibly being lucid, and that one could wake up from it if they weren't careful. I plugged my nose and breathed. Nothing happened at first, but when I paid really close attention, it did seem like a little air was getting through. I couldn't believe it! I was really dreaming!

Okay, I should make the floor light up as I walk, even if dream control is harder in FAs... should I try to find an unusual pet instead? I considered my options as I climbed down from my bed, but as soon as my feet touched the floor, HALF OF MY VISION WENT AWAY!!! The left half this time! I tried to ignore it and walk out of the room, but in a matter of seconds the scene dissolved and I was awake, my eyes trained upwards.

———

This is the third time this has happened... I can only assume that I'm opening one eye in real life. It doesn't happen all the time, though... maybe only when I'm nearing the end of a dream.

It was 7:20 when I finished writing, but I went back to sleep because I could.

———

Dream #4 (Non-Lucid):
My memories of this dream are pretty fragmented, but I understand the gist of it.

I was with J in my neighborhood, and we were trying to get to school. She had a map but couldn't read it. Eventually I noticed that not only was she holding it upside down, but it wasn't a map to the school in the first place! "Isn't that a world map?" I asked, laughing.

I don't remember her response, but she gave up and we started walking. I noticed a wrestler-looking guy trailing behind us and took J behind a fence. As expected, he found us. I stepped in front of J and demanded to know why he was following us.

"Do you know The Phoenix?" he grumbled menacingly.

I had no idea who that was, but just to mess with him I said, "Do you mean... THE Phoenix?!"

"SO YOU DO KNOW!" he roared, and the ground exploded, a wrestling ring rising up from the earth and surrounding us. I thought it was hilarious, until a flying tiger jumped into the ring. Then I grabbed J and ran, leaving them to fight each other.

Later the main character became a girl who was sharing a lucid dream with her friend. There was a whole backstory I don't remember, but at one point she was watching these AoT characters reel in a broken piece of the dock from a bay? I don't know what was going on anymore, but it was pretty epic in the dream.

Then she woke up, did DEILD by forming a glowing golden ball in her hands and absorbing it into her chest. She did this multiple times, but I don't remember any other specific breaks.

Now she was in a port city and had a DC friend who was both jealous and money-grubbing. The MC could form giant metal Mecha suits of armor around herself and used it to fight evil. She was able to incorporate the DC friend into the armor as well, but chose not to this one time. For the rest of the dream the DC friend was being a sulky brat about it, until the MC sat down in my house's kitchen, waiting to wake up.

She was using a voice recorder, intending to bring it back to the real world to see what the transition between sleep and waking sounded like. Other people were also able to hear through it. It was here that she half-became me, and the DC friend became my friend A. She was dressed in her handmade black dress and was teary-eyed.

"A, why are you crying? Just because I didn't include you in one fight? It's not like it'll always-" Something cut me off, not sure what. "What do you even want?"

She pouted at me, before saying, "...You."

"What?!" I yelled. "A! You know we're being recorded right now?!" I shoved the recorder in her face. "You're too cheesy—stop saying things that can be misunderstood!"

She burst into tears. "I don't care! I just want you to love me again!"

I had no idea what she was talking about, and before I could figure out how to placate her, I woke up for real at 9:45.

———

This entry is probably of lower quality compared to my others, my brain isn't working today.

Oh, but the day after my chain of semi-lucids, I had a semi-semi-lucid where I successfully managed to teleport! Nice

Here are some pics of the dream scenes:

(That flower is so annoying, it's on every other page.)

Yesterday when my friend J and I were walking home from school, I asked her what she would do if she could do anything she wanted, including supernatural things. Her answer was "teleport." This is relevant for later. Went to sleep at 11:30 as usual.

Dream #1: Non-Lucid
I don't remember much of this dream. I was climbing a super tall tree, a popular one, so a bunch of other people were doing it as well. I was thinking about the different types of acrophobia (fear of heights), that mine was the type who doesn't get scared until they're really high up. [Actually, in real life I get scared just from being six feet off the ground.] I thought it was the most dangerous type because you would lead people to believe you could do more than you were truly capable of.

We had to play videogames to progress, and each of them would fill the entire "screen." I specifically remember a racecar game but it's hard to explain, at first I was losing but then I put in more effort and managed to pass the few other people playing. At one point my car shoved aside someone else's and went down a narrow path, the other car pushing me from behind, unintentionally helping me out.

Then we were back in the tree and there was a young man near me, he said he didn't know anyone his age who saw colors as badly as he did. (I guess he was colorblind.) My vision was messed up as well; I could see colors fine but my head was spinning from fear so I couldn't concentrate on anything. I kept looking down at the large patch of grass far, far below us.

Eventually I couldn't stand to be in the tree any longer, so I forced my locked-up limbs to move and climbed down to a ledge, nearly falling to my death in the process. The way I pulled myself over a branch was so awkward and I was shaking horribly but I managed to get to the ledge. I breathed a huge sigh of relief and woke up at 3:25. Was extremely tired but jotted down the dream anyway, falling back asleep within seconds.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
Remember even less from this dream, and I can barely read my own handwriting. I was on the bus, sitting between J and a girl named Sarah. It was really dark in there for some reason, and on my phone I was watching an animated version of Genshin Impact. The style reminded me of Animal Crossing, though at the time I couldn't remember the name and just settled on Animal Farm.

When we got off, I asked the bus driver how to save (as in download) something. She explained it to me but was a little too helpful in my opinion. She kept talking and asking if I needed help and I started to feel awkward because my only responses were nods or shakes of the head.

When she finally stopped I yelled, "J!" because she and our friend K were leaving me behind. I wondered if the driver was surprised by my sudden outburst since I didn't say a peep to her.

J and K walked back to me, and I thought, It's as if I summoned them. Then I woke up at 4:50-ish.


Dream #3 (Non-Lucid):
Another short one! I was with my childhood group of friends (as our current ages), but they had all ostracized this kid named Sam H. (He wasn't part of our group in real life but he was another childhood friend of mine.) He kinda reminded me of Yu Yang from Here U Are so maybe he was gay, but I don't think that was the reason they disliked him.

I was the only one to take his side. I went up to one of the group members and told him off for being so mean. He threw a rock at me but I caught it one-handed and glared.

Then there was a flashback to Sam H. and Sam G. (another member) talking. Their hair colors were switched for some reason. Sam H. asked who in the group the other Sam would want to get rid of [not exact wording], and Sam G. basically said that they were all too precious to him to choose. (Which was ironic considering his treatment of Sam H. in the future.)

After a pause, he said sheepishly, "Maybe S though?" (I don't know how but this somehow implied something else, something romantic.) Then he added, "To get them off my back." (Which removed the implication.)

I thought it was hilarious and texted S about in in the present, since they had a crush on him back then. But I kept stumbling on how I knew about their talk, since I wasn't there. My thoughts were all jumbled up: "Sam G. told me... no, Sam H. did... hm..."

At some point I was with my dad and he was talking about Animal Crossing, but calling it Animal Farm. He searched it up and asked if that was the correct name. I saw the style and thought of my last dream, telling him yes, it was called Animal Farm. But I was still uncertain.

———

Woke up at 6:05 and after writing down that dream, I tried to do WILD by staying focused on my breath and repeating "This is a dream" in my head. I also briefly thought of the conversation I had with J, but decided that "teleport" was too vague a mantra and I'd just have to remember to do it once I became lucid. [The reason I wanted to in the first place was so that I could report the dream to her, motivating her to put more effort into LDing.] Fell asleep around 6:20-ish.

———

Dream #4 (Chain of Semi-Lucids+FAs):
The WILD must have worked because next thing I knew, I was in a dream and semi-lucid. I was talking to S in Sarah's body, using my voice recorder to record what they were saying. [I had asked them a question but was more focused on the recorder and my thoughts than their response.] I was hoping that I could bring it back to the real world and show S what their dream self was like.

But as I was "waking up," trying to stabilize by rubbing my hands together, I realized that since I had started recording in the dream, it wouldn't be able to come back with me in reality. I told S this and they wailed comically in despair.

Then I had a false awakening and was disappointed. Went back to sleep, using the same WILD technique as before.

Now I was outside of J and L's house, except it was actually S's house and neighborhood but functionally it was J and L's. They were both freaking out about something, maybe these silver flecks all across their collarbone areas. (In the dream I believed it was a skin condition they've always had.)

They were trembling and whimpering and being really dramatic, and I asked, "Why are you guys freaking out? I mean, I get L, but why you, J?"

I don't think they answered, but that's when I remembered the conversation J and I had yesterday. "Hey, stay here," I told them, and dashed off a little ways away.

Apparently Laila followed because she was sitting on a doorstep nearby. I told her I was going to teleport into her house and doubtfully she asked, "Is that really possible?"

"Anything is possible!" I declared, and flew into the air, spinning with my arms outstretched. I consciously made black lines trail from my fingers through the air. L seemed impressed. Then I thrust my hands downwards, imagining being in J's house, and yelled, "Teleport!"

A golden glow engulfed me from below, but something went wrong. The dream started falling apart. I thought that I should've opened a portal on the ground in front of me, and another in front of Jude, then jumped into mine to appear before her. I had a false awakening in my bed; it was so realistic! I quickly went back to sleep to try again and ended up in the same place. This time both J and L were in the spot I'd told them to stay.

Instead of instantly trying to teleport, I got on all fours and crawled on my stomach toward them to stabilize the dream On the way I passed by these guys throwing each other across the street. I figured I should question things so I asked what they were doing, but they didn't answer and I honestly didn't find it that strange in the first place. I picked up a green paper and threw it in their direction. The sound and sensation were very vivid.

Alas, I woke up anyway (FA). Frustrated that my stability rates had become so low despite my best efforts, I went back to sleep once again.

I was now at the top of some stairs in a basement area. It was part of my school in the dream but it doesn't exist in real life. There were a ton of students having a club meeting down there, circled around a teacher that was like a mix of my long-term Theatre sub last year and a young sub who always talks nonstop about gaming during class.

He was telling them about LDs and I said, "I had three lucid dreams just now!"

I crawled down the stairs on my stomach, but they didn't pay much attention to me. The students muttered amongst themselves about what a lucid dream was, if it was something demonic or a ritual or whatever. Mr. R didn't seem to know much either and was fumbling with his words.

I went to his side, crouching for some reason, and said, "A lucid dream is when you're aware that you're dreaming while you're dreaming. That's it."

"Ooh." They seemed more open to me now. I noticed this guy named Daniel in the back of the crowd, it's kinda funny that he was there because he's in a million different clubs in real life. I wondered if they all thought I was a natural lucid dreamer, and considered recommending that they form an LDing club, but decided against it.

Later I was sitting on the couch with all of them when I suddenly realized something. "Hah... you all are talking about lucid dreaming—of course this is a dream."

They seemed a little confused, so I got up and said, "Watch this. I've been wanting to try this."

I held my hands close together and tried to summon a fireball in between them. I could only manage to impose a translucent flicker of realistic-looking flame, and only for a short time. The girl next to me made a biting remark, and I thought with some bitterness, You're only saying that because I'm thinking it.

I gave up and instead thrust my hands in front of me, trying to launch a line of fire from them. There was a girl in the way but I didn't really care. It didn't work at all though; I was trying to at least feel heat on my hands but nope.

This is harder than I thought it would be, I thought. [I still think it would be pretty easy with full lucidity.] Then I had yet another false awakening!

I woke up in the same basement, but this time it was in third person. I was an anime boy buried in a mound of plushies, my face flushed and my eyes literal spinning circles. There was a kid checking up on me but when I opened my eyes he retreated as if he'd been doing something wrong.

"You okay there, Meiseki? Looking a little hot," someone said. It was a friendly, gym-teacher-like voice.

"Yeah." I dug myself out of the plushies and the perspective returned to first person. "I had a dream about fire."

I still kinda knew it was a dream, but at the same time thought I had to sleep to enter another one. So I buried myself in the plushies again, this time on the couch, and waited for sleep.

Soon after, a delivery guy came in, trying to sell his own plushies and insulting a giraffe one near me. (It was made by a different brand or game or something.)

"Hey!" I said in a jokingly offended tone. "Don't insult the giraffe!"

He held up his hands and smiled. "It's part of my job, I have to say it. I don't actually hate it."

Satisfied, I continued trying to fall asleep. In front of me there was a guy flipping through my DJ entries from tonight (all the ones previous to this one including the semi-lucids), comically horrified at their length. There were drawings at the end, one of which was of the club members and I sitting on the couch, me in the middle, smiling.

My vision was fading out, and up until this point I believed I was drifting off, relieved that I wouldn't have to write all the previous dreams when I woke up since apparently I already did. But when I saw that drawing, so detailed and professional-looking, I realized that they were false entries and I would have to write everything "again."

That's when I finally woke up for real at 6:45, actually remembering to do an RC. I now fully realize and appreciate the importance of RCing every time you wake up, no matter what... just one would have boosted my lucidity level so much... probably

Anyway, it seems I have more luck with LDs after 6:15. Maybe because I can focus on WILDing better, idk. Too bad I have to get up early 5 days of the week... This was so interesting though, even if it took foreeever to write I'll be adding it to my LD count as a single lucid, since it all technically took place in the same dream.

Okay, so the first half of last night was fairly disappointing. I awoke from a nice dream and started going over it in my head, still tired. Somewhere along the way I got the impression that I had recorded the dream in my phone rather than DJ so I didn't need to write it down, and now I don't remember it at all ;v; Don't worry though, it gets better.

Dream #1 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
I was in my ESS classroom, in a miserable mood and maybe trying to take a nap. I talked to this guy named Jason and turned an assignment in. It was pretty vivid so it's a shame I don't remember anything else.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
First thing I remember is that there was some random family in my house—a father, mother, and little boy. The mom in particular was very vivid to me. She was skinny, wearing an off-the-shoulder dress, with freckles splattered all across her shoulders and face. Her dirty-blond hair was tied in a half-up, half-down style, and she had a freaky smile and wide-open reddish eyes. [Now that I'm awake, her appearance reminds me of a character named Roselia from the most recent chapter of King's Maker.] I did not like her.

They were talking about something gross, don't remember the particulars, when the little boy asked what would happen if the dad died. He responded that the mom would have to get pregnant to one of his two older brothers (one of which was Sunny from OMORI)?! The mom didn't say anything, just cuddled up to her husband and smiled her creepy smile, nodding at everything he said.

I was so disgusted that I ran away screaming. They chased me, and I fumbled to unlock the front door. As soon as I was out, I got dizzy and the plotline was forgotten. My vision wasn't aligning properly with where I was looking and I could barely move my body. It was like trying to play a PC game that needs a mouse with your keyboard touchpad.

The door was ajar and I worried that Nile (dog) would escape, so I tried really hard to turn around and adjust my vision. I managed to do it, just in time to see Nile dash out of the house. I attempted to pounce on him, but my arms just flapped pathetically in his direction.

A moment later a tigress followed; she was very overprotective of Nile. I had recovered just enough to grab her by the scruff, although unlike last time I could not muster the strength to grab her face and shove her back in. [In the dream I knew this had happened twice before, but now I think they were false memories rather than previous dreams or a replay of events.]

She struggled against me, demanding that I let her go. I thought she might bite me, but I was not very scared. In the most confident and authoritarian voice I could muster, I said, "[Name]! Did you not learn anything from the previous two times?! You running out to find him just overcomplicates things! My mother and I are perfectly capable of finding him ourselves, so stop freaking out. Why do you always insist on making a nuisance of yourself?"

I actually managed to convince her, and she went back inside. Then my mom came out and yelled at me for letting Nile escape. I told her that my vision wasn't that good right now. Ms. F [math teacher] was in the back and implied that I had the same eye-related disease that she did [she's colorblind in real life but in the dream it was something much more serious]. I interrupted her and said, "No, it's just something that makes me dizzy from time to time, it's already going away."

And it was. I could see and move properly now. I was uncomfortable because I didn't want my mom to freak out or interrogate me, so when she started asking a question I ran off to find Nile.

I don't think the dizziness happened again, but I felt extremely tired and had to stop in the middle of the road. There was a young boy nearby and I wondered what would happen if I fainted in front of him. I started thinking about naps and a Wikipedia-esque hologram appeared, listing off the different types of naps. There was "a light nap," "a good, refreshing nap," "an overextended nap," maybe a couple others, and "an Endless Nap." (Far in the back of my mind I was reminded of an OMORI fan-song called Endless Dreaming.)

They all had descriptions and that one's was something like, "A slumber with no conclusion; a lifetime doomed to interminable rest." I thought, So like a coma? An alternative definition was, "A student sleeping through exam day. They sleep through test after test, hyperbolically deemed a series of endless naps."

I eventually turned back to my house and saw my mom beckoning Nile with a treat, him running to meet her. I woke up after that.

———

I woke up some minutes before my 6:15 alarm and wrote down my dream. I didn't have to go to school in the morning because the freshmen were taking some test, so I wrote down my dream and tried to do WILD. It took over an hour to fall back asleep, but it was not for naught!

———

Dream #3 (Lucid):
I had a false awakening in my bed and heard my dad playing with Nile downstairs. It seemed to be a really intense game and I could hear Nile hyperventilating from how much he was exerting himself. I was a bit concerned about his health, but figured it was fine since he's a dog. (I was also disappointed that my WILD attempt had failed and wanted to try again.)

When my dad finished playing, he came up to my room (even though I had been hoping he wouldn't) and tried to wake me up. I told him that I didn't have school this morning and he left dejectedly, saying something about how the house was so quiet and lonely. Even in the dream I knew it was out of character for him, and was thinking about the ruckus he had been making with Nile not five minutes ago.

I looked at my clock and saw it was 10:01. Oh no, I thought, I was supposed to meet J at the library at 10:00 today [true]! Better hurry.

I climbed down from my bunk bed and went to my drawer. There was what seemed to be a really horrible Miku costume on the ground, and I wondered if my mom had made it. It was extremely small and discolored, made out of some gross wrinkly material, so there was no way anyone could wear it.

Then I opened my drawer and saw a bunch of frilly, flamboyant clothing that I would never wear. I felt threatened, but only for a moment. I considered the possibility that my mom had replaced all my clothes because she wanted me to wear these instead. But it was still strange, so I decided to do a reality check.

The first one, finger-through-palm, didn't work. Then I tried the nose-plug RC, and it also didn't work, but I kept trying. Something was not right about this. After a full five seconds of paying close attention, my breath shakily started coming through!

"Yes!" I smiled and wondered if it had taken so long because I was exhaling in real life until that point, and was relieved that my intense inhaling hadn't roused me.

I was pretty clear-headed and remembered my goals immediately. I looked at my open bedroom door and tried to summon a dream guide. A faint shadow appeared to walk in, but it wasn't efficient enough. I imagined someone behind me, hands on my shoulders, but it just gave me a sensation of warmth. I sighed and moved to leave the room, nearly bumping into a young lady, 21-ish, if I had to guess).

I looked her over. She had light-pink skin and oddly realistic—as opposed to anime—blue eyes rimmed in eyeshadow. There were black dots on her upper cheeks and nose, but they weren't freckles; maybe makeup or something alien. She had a small, smirking, red-painted mouth and a pink bun with two tassel hairpins going through it. She was wearing a colorful, kimono-like dress, maybe sandals too, and her nails were dyed a deeper pink than her skin.

A little dumbfounded, I asked, "Are you my dream guide?"

"Is that what you really want?" she responded, and I wasn't sure what to say. Then she ran past me and jumped out the window.

"Hey, wait!" I yelled, rushing to the window, being careful to avoid the glass shards. She was already on the ground running away. It did not really occur to me to chase her, and I went downstairs.

My brothers were home, playing video games. I briefly wondered why since they didn't have off this morning, but didn't think too hard about it. They were judging me for some reason, I could tell. Then I stepped into the living room and BAM, half my vision went away just like in my ten-second lucid. It wasn't quite as unstable as that time, though.

I rubbed my hands together, and although the sensation was vivid, it wasn't doing much. So I held a hand over my blind eye (it didn't look like I was staring into darkness, but rather a wall of skin), and some of my vision came back, but it was extremely distorted. I tried everything to stabilize it! Focused on smell, all I smelled was air; focused on sound, my brother was playing a shooting game on a tablet, which helped a bit I think. I stomped my feet and listened to the thuds, and yelled, "One of you talk to me!" to which my dad responded from behind. (Don't remember with what.)

I thought about closing my eyes and trying to teleport but was worried that when I opened them I'd be awake (like last time). I guess I could've spun around or fallen backward, but I didn't think of it.

Alas, despite my best efforts, my surroundings were gradually replaced with that of my bed. I was awake.

———

It was 8:40 when I woke up. This will be the last entry in my current (physical) dream journal, since I've run out of space. That's something of an achievement, to fill up a DJ, right? And this LD is a nice way to end it off

Here are some quick sketches of the dream scenes: