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I think I remember scenes from one continuous dream but they could've been separate dreams. Either way, I think the scenes I can remember were all on ground level. Most of them seemed to be inside various rooms of a hotel and bar (though in some scenes it might have been a different building in another place - it had a similar feel at the very least though) and in the car park outside it. As it was all ground level it must have been a single storey building like a bungalow.

* I was working with some other guys who were very faintly defined. I barely noticed they were there and at times I suppose they weren't. I vaguely remember we might have been moving around the building looking for various (mechanical?) parts. I remember a brightly lit white or lightly painted room with a row of large, tallish white framed windows with daylight coming into the room. Later we, or at least I, were outside in the car park and I had to fit lots of strange parts onto what seemed to be a motorcycle (as parts had obviously been removed). I had a sense we needed to get this ready for some kind of a job (maybe something a bit dodgy). One part I remember was smallish and made of grey metal. Part of it was sort of tubular like it was an exhaust tip or exhaust baffle and at the back it had a very rough shape like it had been melted or very poorly cast. I had to fit that near the back of the bike. It would make sense that it was going on the exhaust but my dream brain wasn't clear if this thing even had an exhaust. It quickly morphed into me working on what looked like the area where a back wheel would go, the hub or axle components maybe.

* In another large hotel (reception or lounge) room maybe facing a car park, again with quite a few largeish windows I think, I was complaining to someone about how my relationship was going badly. I think it was about a girlfriend losing interest or possibly showing signs of leaving. I think I was asking if I should take her on more dates (to rekindle interest) or the DC suggested it to me/agreed. But then I was saying something like there are only so many times I can take her to the cinema or [some other date ideas]. I get a sense I was frustrated about a number of relationships not really working out, rather than necessarily just this one.

* I was moving around a crowded bar area which might well have been part of the same hotel. In the middle of the wall opposite the bar was the front door with a large enclosed porch. I don't remember seeing tables in the bar. I think there were just lots of people standing all around the room. I got a sense that I had some sort of task or mission to complete which was why I had to keep walking back and forth through the crowd of people [This having some fuzzily defined mission / quest / assignment seems to be a recurring theme in my dreams lately. New DREAM SIGN: fuzzy or strange mission].

* I think I remember choosing food in a large canteen. It could've even been school [hazy about this - it might not have even been in this morning's dreams].

I have been dabbling with trying to build or find a persistent realm for a while now. I have visited worlds that either I or others have "invented" (or not, depending on your theory about that kind of thing). I suspect that these might be persistent realms, and returning to one of these might be an obvious route to find a PR. I'm also thinking of focusing on finding locations that I would like to revisit.

Last night I decided that I would observe my dreams and see if there were any locations that might make a nice PR. I proceeded to dream about a series of rather nasty places. A world where people have virtually unlimited access to their favorite food - but no willpower so that they pretty much can't help but eat until they explode. A world where prisoners are kept naked and abused by the authorities. A "doctor's office" that looked more like a medieval torture chamber (nicknamed "the Spider Lab" - didn't stick around to find out why)...I think I'll keep looking.

I dont remember too much from tonight. here are the fragments I remember.

I was in an auditorium style classroom built in the architectural style of Frank Lloyd Wright. There were large slanting windows as walls to the left and right, as well as a glass ceiling. In front of us was the professor explaining something about time dilation or time manipulation (I cant remember too clearly). The classroom was a time manipulating room. As the professor was explaining this, the stars visible outside through the glass began to streak through the sky like in long exposure photographs. We were either moving through or outside of time.

......

I was at the same school as the fragment above, but after class in the daylight. Me and a group of other people were walking along the top of a wall (or maybe it was just a thin path). I was ahead since I think I wanted to show them something. We may have been following another group who was much further ahead. I turn back to look at the group and see, to my horror, there was a luminescent purple mark hovering a few inches above the path I had just walked across. The mark was circular, about 5 inches in diameter, with either an X or some other mark in the center (I cant remember too well). In the dream, I had seen this before which made me realize I was in a time loop. I fell outside of time into some kind of void.

...Not sure if fragment above led to fragment below since there is a lapse in memory between the 2, though the transition would make sense...

I fell into the 'void' (A place I have been before during meditation and AP, but never during a dream.) and out of the haze saw scary demon faces materialize. They looked like Aztec Quetzalcoatl depictions or maybe like Japanese masks, but its hard to tell since they were so hazy. I demanded to see the one in my psyche trying to scare me and then saw a figure materialize in the distance and walk toward me. I felt no fear during this, but im sure I would have if i was lucid. I dont remember anything after this.


I don't remember what brought on the 'lucidity', but I would assume it was DILD. Though it is strange that I dont remember the moment at which I became lucid, or if I was lucid at all.

Big celebration date yesterday, awesome day & evening, late bedtime (almost 01:00), and early waking (~06:00)
Got up, some computer time, keep the lights low, feel really tired, wife & dog wake up and come downstairs, I decide to return to bed and sleep more. I feel asleep and had a number of dreams including one short DILD!

+ my wife L and I are in a vacation home/rental. It is a mess. How have we managed to create such a mess with all of these things, I don't know. Picking it all up and packing it will take forever, I think. The owner/manager comes by. I have a discussion with him about the cost. The terms $15,000 comes to mind, but that's too high I think. I think it should be more like $9,000 which is much more reasonable. I ask him for an invoice showing the cost. He says he doesn't do invoices. I say/wonder, how can I make sure I'm paying the proper amount without an invoice?

+ I'm flying outside between some medium-tall (8-story) buildings, future-istic and rounded in shape. I think it's a very effective flying technique to image that you're a bird and fly to the top of nearby buildings. I try that and do gain some altitude. There are young people on the rooftops, some of which are large open platforms. There are musical groups playing there. I arrive to a group and intend to join, another guy arrives and stands on my right with a (clarinet?), he's also late to the group.

+ [LUCIDD #281 DILD] I'm walking in an area indoors with an open area in the middle, a long rectangular area with completely clear, transparent water, full of fiish. I recognize this as a dream sign, and I'm looking at the fish to see if there are any large/unusual fish, as this is usually conclusive of dreaming. I don't see any, all the fish are small/medium in size and look normal. I feel completely awake, and feel a bit silly in doing a state test, but I decide to do a nose pinch to confirm, anyway, and to my great surprise, I can breathe! I am surprised by this and repeat. I notice when I squeeze my nose it feels a bit harder than in waking. There are some girls around, but I don't want to get sidetracked, so I decide just to do a few short touchings. The first girl is blonde, but rather fat and hairy, naked, and sitting with her back against a wall, she's sort of catatonic and zoned out and doesn't respond to me or my touch. Her knees are bent and each arm is resting on top of each knee (?). I immediately turn from her and walk past another girl and touch her briefly, "Niiiice!" I say... and I quickly turn from her to avoid getting distracted, and move outside through a set of doors. I feel things fading and quickly bring my hands up to rub them, but my waking hands move in bed and I'm awake (FA? Don't know, fell asleep again)

+ [f] walking outside in a city scape, people around, go indoors, onto a stairway, something about a big guy?

So I work retail and the dream takes place in a much bigger store, like a large department store. There was a task to be done that was for some reason deep underwater beneath the store, and the store's budget was kind of bad. Instead of hiring a professional, they had an old-timey diving suit riveted together with the huge helmet with the glass panel in the front. There was a very real risk of the suit failing, or just not being able to get back up and air slowly running out while you were trapped. I and another employee were asked if we wanted to risk it. I didn't want to make the other person do it by refusing myself; I think it was an actual coworker of mine who I liked. But I didn't want to die and I have a family besides. I said no and hoped so would my coworker.

Not this store gets even worse. There were rumors of experiments going on in the back. Very unethical, human-hybrid stuff. I'm a curious person so I think it was my habit to run quickly to the back of the store to catch a glimpse of creatures and then sprint back to the front before anything could catch me. I did this in the dream. Note: I remember cursing the fact that I think I used to run faster in my 20's, I'm in my 30's. Also the fastest way to get around was some combination of Dishonored's Blink ability and the 'draggy' way Google Maps moves your person down the street.

I don't even think I was sure I was being chased but I hurried past a group of people hanging out in one department in hopes of causing enough of a scramble that the creature would lose my trail. Closer to the front of the store where the creatures just never wandered, I found a huge creature like a dinosaur that was safe and well known around the store itself. I scrambled up it's huge leg because in hopes the creatures didn't climb if they were still nearby. It was sentient and said something about shaking me off, but it didn't. I woke up.

I was with a friend and we were touching a little bit. I figured if it was a dream, it would have gone a lot further.
Then I thought: This can't be a dream, right? And I slowly realized that not only can it be, but it was.

I was in my childhood home, in my grandmother's bedroom. The house is a two-generation house, with kitchens on both floors.
I quickly wanted to score some points, so I went into the kitchen and found a piece of old bread. It was pretty nasty and dry, maybe even starting to mold. I swallowed one bite with great difficulty.
Then I decided to complete the third task of the 3-step task (element manipulation), I considered air but chose fire. I wanted to turn on the stove to start with the existing flame, but it was old and obviously not working.
I went downstairs to the other kitchen. My grandmother was there and she had some sort of roasting pan on the stove. I gently pushed her away, she protested, and I said I just needed to do something.
I was going to ignite one burner, but several started burning. I tried a hand gesture to put out one of the burners. It worked, but it wasn't clear if the flame had gone out because of the movement. So I put my hand over the other burner, held it still, and gave the fire a mental command to die out. The fire disappeared without a trace.
I wanted to try again just for fun, but I couldn't get the stove to turn back on. It suddenly acted like an electronic device with a graphic display and didn't cooperate at all.
That gave me the idea to try using an electronic device. I asked my grandmother if I could borrow her phone. Noticing her phone on the line, I picked it up, but it was just a dumb phone. I wanted to go back upstairs and try to use my smartphone.
But grandma had enough and stopped me. As I struggled, she grabbed me around the neck with her elbow. I bit her arm but she ignored it. Opportunity for DC mind control! I straightened up, calmed down, and said, "You're gonna release me and let me go." Grandma started to squirm, but she still held me. I said again, "You release me and let me go." Grandma let me go, curled up in a ball, and sobbed, "I hate this, I hate this."
I ran back upstairs and found my phone. Only it wasn't my phone. I was worried it wouldn't respond to my fingerprint, but it woke up. I got the home screen, touched it, and went to the apps menu. There was a green icon in the middle that had the label tax, so I selected it because I was curious to see what it was.
Then I woke up.

Still having problems with recall, even though I am dreaming quite a bit. A few slightly lucid spots, here and there. Last night I dreamed of finding two dead songbirds. As I carried them outside a large raven appeared and looked at the songbirds then looked at me. I explained that I did not kill them, I just found them. Not sure of the meaning of this. There was no fear, no negative feelings. Also, on a side note, the Reverse Blinking technique is working wonderfully well to get me to sleep. I will continue to work on this.

I am somewhere like a dorm room, which I seem to share with around three other people. The beds are really low, maybe just mattresses on the floor, and we’re sitting on them, listening to a woman in some kind of position of authority who’s speaking to us. She takes a feather comforter from somewhere and hands it to me to replace my current one. My bedding is all extremely tangled and twisted - I’ve slept badly. I tell her that it wouldn’t be that difficult to untangle it, but she still wants to give me the new one, so I take it and set the old one at the front of the bed. She then leaves.

My old friend Ona, who seems to be one of my roommates, is trying to tell me something now, but she’s wearing something over her mouth sort of like an underwater breathing apparatus, so I have trouble understanding her at first. Eventually, with the help of one of the others, I understand that she’s saying something about a concert she saw me play in yesterday – also something about how she had previously been familiar with only one of the composers whose pieces were played there.

This next part may or may not be part of the same dream – there were definitely parts after that one that I forgot, anyway. But I’m in a restaurant now. It’s a large, bright space, lit mainly by daylight streaming through full-length glass windows, but a little crowded – all the tables seem to be filled, and there isn’t much space to move between them. Saimi passes by the table where I’m sitting and makes some kind of signal to me with her hand. This somehow clues me into the fact that I’m dreaming.

I get up and follow her out to the balcony to talk. As I pass through the glass window, I can feel some sensations from it, especially the dividing metal bars, which is unusual and a little surprising – possibly it has something to do with the overall level of realism seeming especially high this time. Saimi watches, pauses for a second, and then opens a glass door and walks out. I jokingly say that I haven’t used a door in a dream for years now.

We jump down from the balcony and walk around while we decide what to do. It’s now clear that the restaurant is located on a college campus – one that’s dream-familiar to me from at least one dream I know I’ve recorded. Saimi says that before meeting up with me, she was waiting for my Aunt O so that they could see something together. She seems to want me to guess, so I do. A play? No. A movie? Also no. Apparently, it’s something like episodes from a TV series being screened somewhere on campus. She still wants to do this now, while lucid. I don’t think this sounds like a very good idea – looking at a screen for any considerable length of time seems like a pretty good way of losing lucidity to me. It could be interesting to see if my aunt shows up, though, and to talk with her, so I agree to wait with her. Since they agreed to meet in the restaurant, we head back there, flying back up to the balcony and going back where we started.

I figure I should probably do something to keep engaged with the dream. This doesn’t strike me as a very interesting situation to work with initially. I wonder, though: what if I try to read these people’s minds? I look around the room, getting a read of the atmosphere – just in a way one might in waking life. How should I do this? I focus on one woman sitting at a table near me, trying to access her mindstate. What happens is that the dream imagery itself seems to transform so that now I’m seeing her in something like a large version of a baby’s high chair, chewing a mouthful of food with evident displeasure. So the form of the dream changed to reflect my intention, rather than my experiencing her thoughts as some kind of verbal overlay – fascinating.

I wake up soon after, but quickly fall asleep again and find myself in the same setting, this time with my cat Ronnie. I’m trying to tie something around one of his paws, but soon I remember that I’m dreaming. I wake up again before I can do much of anything.

-16.12.22

Catching up a bit here.

12.13.2022

Some Fragments:

(1) Crossing the street at my current University. I think that the light has changed so that I can cross, and lots of students are doing so. As we walk across the street, a car comes along at a fairly high rate of speed and goes through the intersection. “Nice stop!” I yell sarcastically. One of the students says to me “dude, he had a green light” (or something like that). I look up at the lights, and sure enough the light is green. I thought for sure it was red when I looked at it before. I wonder how this could be. Why did I think the light was red when it was actually green?

(2) One of my colleagues is testing a new machine. Kind of like a rocket, but it only goes for a couple of yards before hitting a wall and crash landing. She gets into this thing and rides it a couple of times. It is kind of the routine – she gets into the rocket, blasts off, crashes, and gets hurt. People rush to tear open the rocket and get her out. This time, she does her crash land thing, and I rush forward before anyone else to get her out. I find myself more attracted to her than usual in this dream.

(3) At a hotel, much like a place we used to visit when I was a teenager. Dad is there. He says something about going to the “Frog Pub” or “Frog Bar”, or “Frog’s Nest” or something like that. This is a bar/café located above the swimming pool.

12.14.2022

Hotel Brutale

This starts almost like watching a movie. I see some people outside in a place that would remind you of an old American Western movie. They are dressed in denim-type clothes, looking like their working on a ranch or something. The scene here is kind of like the opening scene to the Follyfoot TV show. The focus shifts to three people, which I think at first are men and women (which causes me annoyance in the dream) but then it turns out to just be women (which is less annoying to me). There are men around too though (it seems better to me that they are in separate groups – more authentic or something). This seems to be some kind of inn or bar, or bed/breakfast type place out west. Maybe a ranch.

Another guy shows up. He is being chased by someone. It appears that he had been staying at another hotel, and while he was there he ran into some trouble. Actually, he wasn’t even sure if he was the one in trouble. Someone else had been staying at the hotel with the same name. A Bounty Hunter type guy showed up looking for one of them. So this guy just decided to go on the run. Anyway, he ends up at this current ranch/hotel place. But he finds out that this Bounty Hunter is going to come to the hotel at some point.

There are some things going on out back, I think. I’m trying to convince the guy not to wait around and take chances with the bounty hunter. He doesn’t want to leave though.

Then a big long car drives up. It’s like a long brown convertible, but more like the length of a limousine. There are two women in the backseat (or the second or third row of seats). They are large – tall and strongly built. One, or both, is blonde. They are fairly attractive, actually, though quite intimidating. They are either bodyguards, or there are other bodyguards in the car. In the front passenger’s seat sits the Bounty Hunter. He is playing some music on the radio – soft, low, with an older country/western vibe to it. The sort of music that a self-confident bounty hunter type might play as his background music. The Bounty Hunter is sitting in the passenger’s seat, but leaning across and turning the steering wheel. It’s like he thinks he should be the passenger, but is acting as his own chauffer. He even does some odd thing with his door when he gets out as though he were opening the door for himself.

The two large women get out, and I see how large the Bounty Hunter is. He is probably at least 7 feet tall, maybe 8 feet. Strongly built, like the women. I think he’s wearing some kind of long, dark coat. He looks at the guy who had been running and makes some remark about having seen him at the other hotel. Then he goes in and talks to the ranch/hotel owner.

Back to the guy that thinks he might be running from the Bounty Hunter. I don’t quite remember what happened, but somehow he starts fighting. I think he’s joined by at least one other person. Something about a tower, knocking the tower over. Then he jumps into a car and starts running into people. He drives around to the front of the place and runs into a man carrying a camera or survey equipment, or something. He really gets violent. He narrates “I saw a man on his way to the blood bank. I extracted a donation.” He runs over this guy and green blood is smeared in a big trail behind the car. The guy is killed.

At some point, the original owners of the ranch/hotel decide to leave, I think. This other guy, and his buddies, take over. By now, it seems that their focus has been to take over this ranch all along. They had a plan to turn it into a jungle themed hotel. It almost seems that this guy’s obsession with the jungle theme was so strong that making this place into the jungle themed hotel was his main reason for taking over. I think there is some disagreement between him and his companions though. I think there was also something about the hotel being in an exceptionally desirable location, because it was close to a bunch of stores (there was a scene with a strip of stores, almost in wild west town fashion but they are more like modern shopping plaza stores.

By the end, the hotel has become a fight club. This whole thing might even have been a movie called “The Fight Club”. The man who had originally been on the run is big and muscular, and is in a ring fighting with another guy. Large, muscular men fill the stands around. I still don’t like the fact that they were so violent and took over the hotel, but at least it wasn’t just some greedy guy murdering people. In other words, these guys are kind of savage and brutal, and you might have expected this sort of behavior from them.

Kayaking Adventure

Kayaking down a river. I think I’m trying to recreate a famous journey – quite possibly from the Lord of the Rings (Fellowship of the Rings). It is a nice location. Peaceful and beautiful. But whoever is in charge of the area – the park service or something – has decided to put up speakers along the sides of the river and play music for visitors. They are playing some annoying country music. It kind of throws off the atmosphere, and I’m not too happy about it.

At some point I think the river goes underground. There is a housing development, or some kind of urbanization, for which they have covered part of the river. I pull out the kayak and make my way to where I can get back to the river. Now I’m driving. I come across a small road/path to my left, but it isn’t connected to the road where I am and I don’t know if it’s supposed to be for driving on or if it’s a walking trail. Anyway, I eventually find a parking lot next to the water, and what appears to be a boat ramp. By now it’s raining pretty heavily. But I’m there for an adventure, and I don’t really mind the rain.

Skeletons

Looking through a church photo album. As we flip the pages, it seems like the people in the pictures are laying in beds. The further we go in the album, the more the beds start to resemble coffins. Then it turns out that they are coffins. Then the people are dead, and instead of looking at pictures we seem to be looking at corpses in open coffins (this is not very creepy in the dream – it’s more like visiting a cemetery). The corpses become older and older, until we are looking at a skeleton(s). Above one of the skeletons there are some words written, including the word “haunted”, possibly repeated multiple times. One of the skeletons has some object laying on it, which has lights in it. Another skeleton has something similar, shaped like a flower pot (unless this is the same skeleton). The flower pot is vibrating. It was originally held in place by something, but whatever this was holding it in place is broken and the pot is moving around and looks like it’s going to fall off of the coffin. Somebody is with me, and while I hold the pot in place I ask them to get me some zip ties. I try to zip tie this thing in place, but the zip ties break. In the dream, zip ties are also called something like “Indestructibles”. I comment on how these aren’t very indestructible...

...The coffins are in a basement, and there is something about wondering if plants will grow here. But there are a line of windows nearby, so there might still be plenty of light...


Fragments, so far:

(1) Some AI program – like a chatbot/artificial personality AI companion. I think I’m choosing one. There is at least one program that is a female and has a nice voice. I’m kind of leaning toward choosing this one. There is something about lewd imagery though, and I don’t know about this.

(2) Sitting on a couch, next to my Mom or Dad, I think. They’re on a couch behind mine, and I’m playing some rock music on my laptop and doing something at the same time, like typing the lyrics. Then I think that maybe I don’t want to be playing the music so loud (or at all) next to them.

(3) People sitting in empty Little Caesar’s pizza boxes.

(4) At my former workplace (a hospital pharmacy). I am filling orders, and one of my former coworkers is checking them. I wasn’t sure if she was a pharmacist in the dream, and if she had the authority to check my work. This is one of those cases where I’m hoping that I have overcome my OCD enough to be able to do this work efficiently.

(5) Something about millennials having difficulty pronouncing certain words, or certain combinations of words.

12.15.2022

Took about 0.75mg of melatonin to help me sleep. Was awake until at least 1:00am, possibly past 1:30. Around this time I took 4mg of galantamine. Awake by 9:00 or so. I think most, or all of the following occurred in the last hour of sleep, kind of dozing before I was expecting my alarm to go off. It might also be related to note that I have been cutting back on caffeine, with one extra cup of tea this evening while out with some friends.

Space tribe, ring, woman, watery trouble

Some planet, I think. There is a native tribe. One of the tribesmen has a tattoo on his chest. He is standing so that he is seen in profile, and the tattoo looks like a big V shape in parallel lines. Someone is talking with the chief. Apparently the tribe wants to get control of a piece of land or a moon or planet, or something. This is a big issue with the tribe. At one point, the tribesman with the tattoo turns to face us and what looked like a bunch of lines from the side turns out to be words. The tattoo refers to the tribe’s desire to possess the piece of property and is simply the phrase: “I want iiiiiiiit!!”

There is a woman with a ring. This seems to be a movie or TV show, perhaps, or perhaps I was vaguely aware that it was a dream. Anyway, I reach out and take ring somehow. It seems to be made of red gemstone, with some other bits to it. When I take it into my world though, it kind of falls into fragments. I think to myself at some point that this is, or might be, Dreamstone. That’s a possibility, although I thought Dreamstone was blue. I put it on a stand next to where I am laying.

There is some hero-type guy. He comes across a big pit, which somehow fills with water. Now it looks like a big underground swimming pool. He has some discussion with the woman, and picks her up and throws her into the flooded area. It seems like he had some reason for doing this, but she is not familiar with swimming and sinks to the bottom of the pit. She appears to be in a lot of distress, and either I or the man jump in to save her. It occurs to me, however, that these people were living in a place with no oxygen but could breathe just fine. She is probably just pretending to drown. But while we are on our way to rescue her, hands reach out from a flooded stairwell and grab her, pulling her downwards. It seems that the hands belong to another woman – or possibly this woman herself. The woman is different somehow, it’s like she can project herself into separate places, so that the woman we had been dealing with was actually a projection of the woman that then reached out and grabbed her. Anyway, we’re trying to keep her from being pulled down into the stairwell, but not succeeding. We also will be running out of air soon, since we have to hold our breath to swim down there.

The no fish era

We are watching a film clip of a reconstruction of that past called the “no fish era”. This is supposed to be a time before fish, and it looks like water with a bunch of mold growing in it. The camera is moving underwater, following some swimming creatures that look like fish to me. Someone tells me that they aren’t really fish yet, but some proto-fish called “cichlids” (which is a bit ironic since cichlids are a type of fish in waking life). We follow a school of these, and then come across a really big one. Something about these “fish” is that they look like they are living skeletons. As we look at this big one, I think it become a big boat. But it’s also a living organism, about the size of a parking garage. It has developed a strategy to protect other fish. What happens is that birds try to attack the fish. But they fly into the boat/fish instead. This kills at least some of them. Meanwhile, other birds get trapped there, which become a target for the bigger birds, acting somewhat like bait. We see one animal (kind of looking like a dog, but might be a bird) taking care of another bird/dog thing.

I’m on this boat/fish with another guy. There are puddles of water around. He keeps pushing dirty water with his hand, and remarks on how he shouldn’t be doing so. Something about people throwing up, possibly causing these puddles. Then I notice people around that are seasick and vomiting.


Halloween Party (Lucid)

I am walking around a dormitory in a shark suit. At first I just have the suit kind of draped over me, not really wearing it, but then I see some other people dressed in fish and/or shark suits. I think this is kind of funny, so I try to put on my shark suit more properly. It appears that there is some kind of Halloween party going on. There are different areas set up with different activities. In one area, it looks like there are a bunch of things for sale, like a junk store. One room has been arranged into a fake pagan temple, and someone comes along mentioning that they were “kissing” someone in there. As I look at the junk store items, I suspect that I’m dreaming. I do a nose pinch, and after some patience I eventually find that I can breathe and become lucid. Things are fairly stable, though a bit difficult to remember now. My cousin comes along, and I try to get him to help me. We walk together, and I pick up something and carry it. It’s as though I’m helping him do something, to keep myself oriented. As we walk and talk, I explain some of my difficulty to him, and as I do so things stabilize. We go down to an elevator, and walk inside. Since elevators are a dream sign, I think to myself that I should do a reality check. But I already know I’m dreaming, so I wonder to myself if there is much point in doing a reality check when I encounter a dream sign in a lucid dream. As the door opens up, I remember that I should be trying to score some points. I try to summon Sensei as the door opens. It doesn’t work. Instead, we are entering a really nice looking hotel-like place. Or maybe a spaceship. It has a kind of Jules Verne/Nautilus vibe. Wooden walls, and such. But then I think that I should try to find the dream base library, and in trying to change things I lose the dream. Things fade to the point where I can just see a bit of the hotel/ship thing. I maintain focus on this, but don’t remember what happened after that. I remember at some point either thinking to myself or dreaming that I was telling someone that I should have just explored the dream as it was because it looked pretty nice.

Parallel world, asking DC for advice, out with a bang (lucid)

There is a portal into another universe. It is quite small, and involved opening a little door behind which is the portal. We look in, but don’t see anything beyond a kind of haze or screen. I stick something into it to feel around. It feels semi-solid in there, like a big mass of gritty gelatin. It seems unsafe to go in there, since we don’t even know if we could breathe. We close the (small) door and open it again, and this time we can see inside. There is a black and white tile floor, and a sign on the back of the wall that says “Speakeasy”. This time we go inside. Even though the door is tiny, we find that we can just “enter” through it by trying to do so. When we get inside, we find that we are now very small ourselves. The furniture nearby is big compared to us. Someone (the proprietor?) comes to greet us. He seems large too, or maybe small, but somehow is close in size to the furniture (or maybe he’s close to our size? I don’t remember exactly what was happening here). We ask him how we get out, and he says “back the way you came”, opening the door to show us. But when he opens the door, it just leads out into a hallway, as though the portal were in a different dimension and the coordinates of the room are part of a different system. Are we trapped? But the man kind of laughs, this apparently being kind of a joke. You can get back to our universe from here, he explains. If we go out the door we came in and go to the left, it is a quicker way but “there are guns”. If we go out the door and go to the right, it is a longer but a safer route.

Somewhere along the way I become lucid again. I look around, and see rows of junk store stuff for sale. Some of it is red, like it’s Valentine’s Day themed. Looking back to the bar, a door opens in hallway behind the bar, and a guy steps out. He looks like Sorrell Booke (the guy who played Boss Hogg on the Dukes of Hazzard), but wearing a dress and a wig. I think this is pretty funny, so I point him out to someone with me and turn away laughing. There also seems to be another person, possibly a woman, who is now bald. I think Booke’s wig came from her, which is why she’s now missing her hair.

I see a guy with a bunch of straws in his mouth. Remembering the competition again, I ask him for advice.

“Can you give me some advice?”

His reply started something like this: “Don’t rob a bank when you feel like you want to be connected to the world,” but continued on for some time. It’s one of those things where at first it felt like I was making him say words, but after the first bit he seemed to be talking on his own. I follow him out a door, and then I think about asking him to tell me a short story. I don’t remember if this happened though. I might have decided that that would take too much time. At some point we’re being ushered out of the room by someone, who is helping us escape unnoticed. People are supposed to wear brown fedoras to blend in, which I am already doing.

We go down some stairs. These are leading into a large, open area, kind of like a mall. I remember that my third task of the three tasks was to put my hand through something solid. Even though I realize that these had to be done in order and I hadn’t done #2 yet (advanced flying) I see if I could easily put my hand through the wall anyway. I try pushing against it, but my hand doesn’t go through. I feel tile though – the wall is covered with those small mosaic-like tiles (greenish in color, I think). Then I go down the steps.

I’m in the bigger, mall-like area now. I think that I should try the advanced flying – my plan has been to fly to the moon. I climb a low wall to give myself a boost. As I look up, I see that I’m in a place with a fairly high roof, and possibly a couple of stories. I might be in an open part, which goes straight up to the roof, but I think there are several pieces of architecture in my way. Anyway, I try to fly but am not having great success.

As I continue along, there are some people off to my left taking about having a choice of wearing a clown suit or pastor suit. The general idea is that neither would be fun, since the pastor has to do things like get made fun of. There is a weird thing going on with the back of people’s scalps being clipped to things. Looks painful. I keep going upstairs, and come across a small room. Here I find an interesting control. It looks like it has something to do with missiles, or space, or something. Like someone had been working on an advance school project? To my right is a strange lever. Since it’s a dream I decide to play with it, even though I don’t know what it will do. There is a roaring noise, like it has launched something. I think it’s a missile at first, aimed down at the ground just outside. However, it turns out that it is a rocket ship. I have just started the engines, I think. “This is my ticket to the moon!” I think, remembering something in the tasks about using an object to fly (although I’m not sure that a rocket ship would count, now that I’m awake). The control I’m working with is a kind of remote control. I launch the rocket into the air, hoping that the dream mechanics will make me associate myself with the rocket enough that I will follow it. My viewpoint does seem to follow the rocket as it goes, while I still maintain control of the lever. I have to work a lot to keep it angled up into the air and going straight. I also seem to be having trouble making a lot of progress. Eventually it crashes, and I try to fly on my own.

Fragment:

(1) Looking at the clock and resetting the alarm

I was in my Grandmother's (passed away) apartment with my mom and my brother. me and my brother got angry with eachother (can't remember why) and he began to throw sliverware, plates, and glass at me. My mom looked very sad about this.

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My uncle (passed away), my two cousins and my brother (and I) were heading to the airport. One of us remembered we had to pick something up from our dorm room (we all went to the same college in this dream). Uncle drove us to the school, but my brother didn't have an ID card to get inside the building. I told him that he could use mine since I didn't need anything, but then remembered that i probably should get another pair of shoes. He didn't want to give me back the ID, so i used a red mascot bear hand with an ID at the palm as my fake ID. The building was a harsh fatalist concrete structure, though the surroundings were almost tropical. We waited in line to get inside, and the security person thought my fake was strange but too strange to be an attempt to get in with a fake ID. I got through and went to the 'blue' elevator. The elevator layout was confusing since each elevator would only take you to certain rooms. Me and my family got split up here. I got in the blue elevator, and it moved up and sideways like in a manufacturing plant. below me was an open concrete part of the building with students walking around. Two of them turned to look at me which i recognized as my cousins in the dream, but looked more like 2 children I know.

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(vaguely aware this is a dream. felt like a daydream)
An ugly old man was on a giant terra cotta roof tile using it as a sleigh to ride on a path also made of giant terra cotta roof tiles (3rd person POV). He was being chased (i forgot by what) by somebody also riding a roof tile, and was chasing a girl also riding a roof tile. the path forked and slanted upwards toward the sky. the girl went to the left and the old man followed, but the person chasing the old man went to the right.

Bed time super late, ~01:00
OOB 08:48
2 mag threo caps, 200mg l-theanine, 1 sour cherry cap
fitbit says 1h42m deep, 59m REM

awake at 7 or 8?

+ outside on street, see former dog B [deceased], then walk past him again, I think he may be dead, but then I see that he is trembling and his eyes are darting around at high speed, I think he's in severe distress and needs to be put to sleep. I want to call wife L to have her come and help. I'm concerned though that this will upset her. There is a parallel story about a police agency searching for a criminal gang, and a truck that I'm using that has been used by the criminals. I do not want to be associated with the criminals, so I want to call my wife L and then destroy a business card that I'm carrying, to rip it up so the police can't associate me with the criminals. The phone number involves the digits "1" and "3", I push the buttons on a push-tone phone.
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[not sure it different scene or different dream]
Walking outside on street, walk past two young guys talking boisterously. One of them has replaced his hands/arms with robotic arms with huge robotic hands that are like pincers or a bulldozer digging head. They are heavy and dangerous, I do not want to get hit by those. I think he pushes me with them they are very strong. I wonder about how his brain and nervous system was interfaced with these attachments, so that all he needs to do is to think what he wants to do and they respond. (I also think that this is a sort of depressing thing to replace human arms with machine arms?)

Very little dream recall. Just a couple of vague memories of dream fragments:

* A vague impression of maybe searching for a DC (some kind of mission?), possibly seeing boxy almost cubic houses. I think there were quite bright colours, red.

* I remember being in some kind of a street. I think I saw a large view of a traffic light. I don't think it looked real.

+ [f] moving through dark rooms, there is a locked door

+ with people who are rebranding a famous piece of music to be performed under a different stage name at B university, I see the tickets/banner for the concert, it is very clear, black and white lettering. I'm drilling someone with questions about how a musical group treats people. I want to know how they treat the members of the 2nd violin section [I don't play violin!], before I consider joining the group. I get upset that they are not addressing my questions [DS!!!], so I keep repeating them and getting more intense and angry.

+ with sis P and BIL M at the piano, P is giving advice on how to play a particularly tricky part of a piece, it involved reaching up under one's crotch and playing the notes that way, she also showed an approximate way of playing it, by reaching in to the piano and plucking the strings directly. I make the observation that "a piano is just a horizontal harp with keys"

WBTB
8mg galantamine, 600mg AlphaGPC, can't fall asleep for like 3-4 hours

+ at P & M's house, she is holding her baby [FALSE, no baby] in her arms, it takes a massive loud crap, I guess this means the diaper needs to be changed. I walk around her looking at her and I see some vague light beige "poop" has spilled out of the diapers onto her arm. I ask "anything I can do to help?" Someone answers, "No, P&M need to deal with this themselves".
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Walking around the house, I feel *really tired*. I have no idea how I'm going to be able to drive myself home. I wonder what time it is, I find a clock, it is only around 7pm, I'm going to have to figure out how to last the rest of the evening until the end.
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In the kitchen, I wonder if everybody likes the coleslaw I made, I ask them, I see dishes on a table with remnants of various salad dishes.
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+ [LUCIDD #279, DILD] I'm in a large open area, sitting on a white table, I look around behind me and see my bag/wallet there, I think oh man I left those there, I hope nobody stole my money. I try to open my wallet to look inside, expecting it to be empty, but someone can't open it. Then I'm in the middle of a bunch of beds (it's a furniture store apparently), a huge wide open area, there's a woman there, I get lucid and come to her and we make out for a bit then the dream fades

+ I'm lying in bed in "my house" [FALSE], I look around, I'm confused, I see the dark brown/grey wood paneling on the walls [FALSE] I don't remember how I got home. I think about ordering some professional "companionship" and wonder how I'd pay: with credit cards?

+ [LUCIDD #280, DILD] Awake in a bed in a different house, I feel constricted by my clothing, like I really can't move, I sit up and try taking it off, look around, see that it's both a room in a house, yet it's open and in the distance I see a city skyline in bright daylight, get lucid, and despite the difficulty I'm having moving and the really tired/stuffy feeling in my head, like it's filled with cotton, I say "well might as well explore" and stand up and move to my right, which is towards a raised area which seems to be an office area and a kitchen. I catch a glimpse of movement there and think this is my "wife", and I "know" her name is "Vicki." "Vicki, here I am," I call out, "and I'm <ready for frisky time>", I get to the kitchen and look around but there's nobody there. Continuing to the right I enter a sort of utility closet/hallway area with a black door and a doorknob, I open the door and enter the garage. The visuals are really hazy, I have the impression of large white fluffy/fuzzy things, like several large cars parked next to each other all covered in snow [but I don't recognize it as snow]". Nobody there, still want to get frisky with "Vicki," so I go through another door which I think is a shortcut back into the living area where I started. Back in the living area, I look around and catch another glimpse of movement around a corner, move there and see "Vicki." She turns to face me, she is up against a desk or cabinet. I come up close and look into her face, at first her features are caucasian and really pretty, medium long brown hair, and I tell her "You're gorgeous!" Then as I study her face it begins to rapidly morph, like my mind is rifling rapid-fire through a series of remembered faces, her face changes many times within a few seconds, mostly to variants of young Asian women, sometimes to abstract things like a mask shape. "OK, If you're Asian, that means that you'll have <a particular anatomical feature>, pull down her pants to confirm this [not super clear], and begin some frisky time activity. In a second or two the dream fades.

Created Wednesday 14 December 2022

Got fragments and a DILD today.

Scrap Group 1
At a mall's parking garage. For some reason, I punch through a wall that I thought lead into a maintenance closet. Instead, this unsealed a secret chamber filled with mummies. I conflated all this with Minecraft for some reason.

Dreamlet to dream. I was in some desert wasteland. I get attacked by some type of magical foe (a witch/evil priest?). I zoom to avoid their attacks. Then, I fly up sky high, and dive down to deliver a mach punch. It missed, but the result created a massive shockwave, leaving behind a great crater. I repeated this maneuver a few more times. The sensation got too (frighteningly) intense to just be a pre-dream state, but I was too caught up in the moment to realize.

At work.1 Some guy was being a loud-mouthed asshole. I got incensed, enough so that I marched up to him and winded for a punch. Suddenly, that guy morphed into my brother. I got really confused, but only thought to walk away.

Dream 1 - Ogress Battle Awareness

Dreamlet to dream. The visuals were blurred. I was trekking up a dusty mountain during daytime. I got bored, and tried imagining an opponent to fight. Just then, a huge figure clambers up from the valley below. This was a semi-nude ogress, a fat, frumpy woman with dark stringy hair and mottled, sun damage skin, standing about 60ft in height. Her appearance fizzled and warped before settling on a more permanent form. Feeling the vibrations of her footsteps convinced me this was a full dream.

Soon, the scowling, crooked-teethed giantess made blatant her intent to eat me. Good enough justification to fight back. Taking the initiative, I fly past then circle around her, avoiding her wide swipes with ease. She eventually lost track of me during the melee. As she bumbled around, I wind a good distance behind her, then deliver a rocket-speed aerial tackle on the back of her left knee. The troll-woman's stance faltered, though she didn't quite fall over. I rush with some rapid flying kicks on her backside, but this was resisted completely.

My opponent soon regained her footing. Growling in rage, she gave chase. So I glided away, keeping well away from arm's reach, though I couldn't really shake her off. So, taking the offensive again, I arced back to deliver a flying elbow at her knee. I continued pummeling her joint, and before long, the giant hag fell over prone. Landing beneath her, I winded up for a skyward upper. But, before I could finish off the monster, the dream deteriorated.

Fragment 1: I was in my old hometown, making my way up and down along a boardwalk that ran over a wetland area. I think I was on my bike. It was summertime, warm with green leaves on the trees.

Dream 1: I am driving around, somewhat confused and disoriented. It is a large event like a music festival or airshow but the dream scene later changes to my university. I am driving when a large SUV gets into an accident and catches on fire. A police car has pulled over next to the burning SUV and the officer is holding a submachine gun. I must have been mildly lucid because the scene was rather horrific but I wasn't particularly moved by it. The guy in the drivers seat ejects out, like a jet fighter ejection seat. He is missing both arms and both legs and is covered in burning oil and his flesh is literally melting off. Another dream character (also burning and with flesh melting off but has all of his limbs.) He is panicking, running around screaming and trying to put out the fires on his body. The police officer with the submachine gun starts yelling at the guy with his limbs to help the other dream character get out of the seat to save his life. The limbed burning dream character just keeps panicking and screaming in pain. I begin to question the scene, wondering why the police officer doesnt help the limbless DC in the chair who isn't screaming but their eyes look at me. I had some layer zero lucidity because I remembered that I could reset this situation and prevent it from happening.

Dream 2: I am a super soldier who has undergone cybernetic and genetic enhancements. I wear a suit of powered armor which looks like something out of Halo though it is bulkier and dark gray in coloration with a narrow sapphire blue visor and a big scary looking forked railgun for a weapon. At some point I am shown what I look like without armor to where I have numerous connection ports and scars over a heavily muscular body that looked somewhat androgynous. No reproductive parts, just a "waste removal port". The body had wide hips like a female but no breasts which made the upper body look male, especially with the heavy musculature. The details of my augmentations, armor and weapons are heavily elaborated on but I do not recall them now.

I am standing in a plaza in what looks like a fairly normal town along with three other super soldiers. Two of us to each side of a president or military general who is announcing that aliens are invading earth and we are being deployed to fight them.

I am shown a visual of the alien ships. They have several classes of varying design but share some basic features with a long, spindly hully with lots of complicated details, a medium sized warp drive ring and three or four large radiator sails that glow orange near the rear. The alien ships begin launching hundreds of missiles at earth, nukes or antimatter or something that makes a very big explosion.

The dream then changes to me being outside a partially destroyed city. Most everyone is dead due to having been on the periphery of the blast, but my armor and genetic augmentations left me relatively unharmed. I find two children who managed to avert everything other than minor injuries and are mourning all the dead people. I then get informed through my radio that another missile is coming to finish the job and I need to save as many people as I can.

I grab two children, carrying one over each shoulder and run into a building that looks mostly intact. I try to comfort them to little effect both are crying and pounding on my shoulders. Inside the building is laid out like a large shopping mall. Its lights are on and it looks utterly undamaged. Every store is a japanese noodle bar of some kind. There are hundreds of them arranged vertically and horizontally. All of them are closed. I am still frantically trying to find a bunker before the missile hits. I then see that behind the closed garage door type cage thing used to prevent theft there is a door that gives access to the building basement. I intuitively remember that connects to a bunker. Being a supersoldier I simply rip the cage-gate-thingy open with only a little effort.

A security guard shows up. He looks like paul blart and even rides a segway and reprimands me for being here after hours and trying to steal from a store. I try to explain there is a ten-teraton antimatter missile going to hit the city any minute and we need to get deep underground ASAP. I decide to ignore him because he's either dense or has seriously been living under a rock.

The nuke falls and I die. In the afterlife Marcus appears to me. He explains that the afterlife exists in quantum superposition like schrodinger's cat. It only materializes when one observes it and it becomes whatever they perceive it to be.