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There was brief lucidity these past two nights, lots of it. Lots and lots of layer 1’s. I saw Marcus quite a bit. Sorry for my low activity on the website though.


Somebody was telling me about how you could have better sex dreams if you were to take two pillows and *ahem* orient them in such a way as to *ahem* enhance the experience.


There was a dream involving my religious choices and some strong personal emotions. I’m gonna skip this one for the sake of not inflaming any passions. (Including my own.)


I vaguely recall being on my college campus with D. There was some kind of battle going on that I had to participate in. I don’t recall the specifics but it was important. I recall the campus being akin to a war-zone. There were burning buildings, crashed cars and the likes. Neither D or I seemed particularly concerned though.

We were making our way back to the dormitories I began to take note that despite the area being akin to a war-zone there were not any people actually fighting. I think a couple of jets flew in low and that was about it.

I became partially lucid at one point and was somehow involved in ‘fighting for my lucidity’. There were some robots attacking me as well. For some reason, I thought of Soul Eater and wanted to see if I could transform myself into a living weapon.

It worked. I made my right arm into a black and silver scythe blade. I saw some more robots coming in and I made my arm into an axe with a long handle. I then recall manifesting knives to fall on and impale my enemies. I was making my way along the side of the cafe by my dorm at this point.

I then came across three golems. I ‘remembered’ that these were the three spirits of lucid dreaming or some such nonsense and that I had to protect/save them from the robot menace. They were golems made of bamboo. One was the typical green, another larger one was blue and there was an even larger red one.

Each of the three golems was meant to represent something about myself but I couldn’t figure out what they were. I was pointing out what I thought they represented. I thought of the chackras and thought that red symbolizes survival and therefore the red golem might indicate my survival ability. Blue symbolizes creativity and expression, so he might represent that. Green represents love and that is the smallest. The others don’t even seem to be present.

My grandfather showed up and I was now in my backyard. The golems were still there. He told me that I shouldn’t turn my body into a weapon because it is an evil power. I noticed that my arms were still scythe blades. I then (for some reason) thought of something that had been said to me in an old star wars Jedi game, where the Master states that the Jedi can use ‘dark’ abilities such as force choke and and sith lightning, and although these abilities are considered evil, they are used with good intentions.

The golems backed me up saying that I had protected them from the robots with my ‘dark power’ and the golems were very kind, respected beings. They understood and explained things to him.

I started to become more lucid and wake up, as the dream broke down I just began recycling and considering my philosophy on dreaming. The idea that if someone embraces only good or only evil, they might become out of balance.


S and I were hanging out and S had asked me to drive and get the pizza that he had ordered. He hadn’t ordered from the normal pizza place, he had ordered from this specialty place that was supposedly both really good and quite far away. (also quite expensive from what I could recall.)

I was driving down the expressway. (In a completely unfamiliar region by the looks of it.) I had no sense of direction or where I was heading.) I kept feeling like I was missing the exit or something. Eventually I decided to simply get off the expressway and try to ask for directions or something.

I pulled into the parking lot of a hotel. It had a name like the ‘Chippewa’ hotel or some native american tribe name. I ‘remembered’ that the place was run by a native american man that someone in my family or immediate friends knew. The hotel had a main building with a lobby, pool and a ten story tower with rooms, as well as private cabins in the woods behind the hotel.

The front door was locked and I made my way around the back. There was a large terraced garden and a driveway leading into the woods and the first couple of log cabins. There was also a playplace with some children playing at it. I wandered around the hotel for awhile.

At some point, somebody stole my car.

…

I tried to call my parents but my phone was dead.

…

I became semi lucid. For some reason, I thought of a character from my comics, a spirit known as Ateria.

In my Comics, Ateria is a psychic spirit who will possess a person work with a person to aide them in their travels. She grants a wide range of powers including astral projection, enhanced strength and speed, telekinesis, and mind reading. But her greatest power is carbon alchemy, allowing her to take carbon from any non-living source, usually the carbon dioxide in the air and convert it to diamond, carbon fiber, graphite, graphene, or hydrocarbons (oil, gasoline, natural gas). With this, Ateria and her host can create a massive variety of objects.

“Ateria, Carbon Bike.”

She created a carbon Motorcycle that was black and white. Diamond formed the engine and rigid components and carbon fiber made up the tires and seat. I got on and started riding, but the bike was uncontrollable and I rode off of the drive and through the back door of the hotel. And wouldn’t you know it, the pizza place I was looking for was right in there.

Manei was there, and she had the pizza that I had been asked to get. Though for some reason the ‘pizza’ was actually a giant pizza sized chocolate chip cookie in a pizza box. And of course (because logic can go die.) I didn’t get lucid.

There was something strange about Manei. She has this odd hairstyle with three or four braids. Wasn’t the craziest outfit/hairstyle that I have come across but it was noticeable.

There were a bunch of people who walked in to the pizza place. They were mostly parents and little kids who looked to be a part of a birthday party. My parents were in the crowd as well. They said something awkward/embarrassing to me.

I started getting like a chuck-e-cheese vibe from the place as more and more of these people came in.

Manei wanted me to put her number in my phone, even though my phone was dead earlier, it worked now. I opened it up and saw that I already had it. This was my contacts list in my dream phone.

Contacts:

Parents -0004

Pare nts -00004

Polic -09011

Manei -7642

Mar1cus -1001

I felt empowered on the motorcycle and decided that I would just ride south and live in the tropics. With Ateria by my side, I could manifest a pile of diamond and sell it, and live happily for the rest of my life. Manei asked if she could come with me. I told her that she reminded me of someone that I knew, and that if she wanted to, she was welcome to join me. But she had to play it by my rules. She seemed OK with that and got on.

We rode out the door, down the drive and into the sunset. All of the people from the party were watching us though. It was like the end of a movie or something and-



Oh. Right… um… I'm dreaming... that would make a lot more sense with the context of everything that has happened… and the girl who looks just like Manei. Well the dream is over now.

So close to a lucid, my alarm clock is evil.

Fragment 1: Something about driving a car.

Fragment 2: Felt like I was playing a game of some sort. After beating a particularly tough monster, two portals appeared. I picked one at random.

Dream (Continued from the fragment?) I was walking in a path in a forest with a small group. It was getting quite dark and I had this sense of foreboding. We were strictly instructed not to leave the path, no matter what. There were several diverging ways, but we stayed on one main one. The sun was almost set when the person next to me said something about needing a drink and went to turn off the path. In a clearing off to the side was a bar of some sort with large windows in front and a number of tables inside. No lights were on, and I could hear discordant, echoing music. I stopped the person from going, mentioning that it looked strange and we weren't meant to leave the path. He said something about the lights being nice and the people looking friendly. I looked back at it again and it was still completely unlit, but now there were several people in there just staring. They weren't moving at all, not blinking, hardly breathing. The only one who moved was wearing one of the bone masks that were common in some of my earlier dreams. The moment I noticed it and just starting realizing it was a dream my alarm went off. ;_;

In this dream I was at my parent’s house having breakfast. A close friend from my school years was sitting to the right of me and playing with pill container. I asked Gerald what the pills are for? He said, “I have to pee into this bottle.” Well, that was certainly odd, I thought. I hardly ever see this friend, now he’s sitting at my parent’s dining room table planning to pee in a bottle! I began to question if I was dreaming. I looked at my sister sitting across the table and my bother in-law. They certainly looked real. I looked around the dining room to see if anything was different. Everything was the same except there was a clock on the wall that said it was 6:00 Am. Now that was very certain a good, dream clue, because I usually sleep-in on the weekends. I decided to do some reality checks.

I looked at my hands and they were normal, but I still figured this was a dream, so I tried pushing my point finger through my left hand. My finger didn’t pass through. Hmmmm, this normally works as a reality check. I was determined to get some proof that this was dream, so I stood up and looked out the front window. There was a couple walking down the street with a husky on a leash. They looked almost normal, except the woman had a husky face! Yaaaaay, this is dream, I’m lucid!! When I turned around my ‘middle’ sister was suddenly sitting at the table. I smiled and said, “Hi!” I decided to do my lucid healing technique on her because she has lost partial vision in her left eye due to a neurological degenerative disease (in WL). The first step was to create healing light in my hands, and then concentrate it into an energy ball, and then push it into her eye, while saying a healing prayer. I cupped my hands, focussed on forming healing light, and then a white light started form, but then my vision started to go blurry. Darn, I’m losing lucidity. I then woke up and recorded the dream on my voice recorder.

I picked up a mini voice recorder on Ebay, and it’s amazing! I can now voice record my dreams during the night without having to turn lights on, write in my dream journal, and then totally wake up. In the morning I simply play the recordings and journal them. This has given me 9 dreams, plus 6 lucids, in two nights. I often forget many dreams and lucids because I don’t feel like waking up to journal them, and I usually wait until the morning to do this, at which point I can’t recall what happened. I just need a couple of words from the dream in order to remember them. I highly recommend giving this a try!

I had taken a two-hour nap earlier in the day, so when I went to bed at 1:45am I did not feel particularly sleepy. It seemed like a good opportunity to get lucid, so I fixed intention on fireworks task and did a few rounds of SSILD before falling asleep.

I had an NLD that was strongly WoW-influenced (day residue) in which I had gotten stuck in the middle of a quest chain and was searching the environment for objects that had a yellow exclamation point over them. This went on for a long time but at some point I finally recognized that I was dreaming. Although this pushed me near waking and disrupted the dream, I had enough awareness to avoid moving and held on to dreamstate as well as I could. I searched for something to better anchor me there, and noticed that I could distinctly hear voices conversing, although I could not see the figures—in fact I couldn't see anything at all.

I don't recall the specific words now although I could hear them clearly at the time. I recall how spontaneous and random the conversation seemed, with no relationship I could discern to day residue, my own memories, or even the earlier dream. I listened carefully to try to figure out what was going on. A younger girl who sounded like a teenager was arguing with an older woman about something she wanted to do. At first I assumed it was her mother but then decided it must be a caretaker after she called her "Nanny" at one point. I was not involved in the scenario, I was just listening in the dark.

Even though I didn't feel integrated into my dream body and lacked visuals altogether, the audible conversation was so vivid that I figured I must be reasonably secure in the dream state, so I figured I'd try the TOTM and see if I could coax a better REM state into effect. The fireworks task was perfect for this, since it was something I could attempt without moving much or needing anything from the environment. I imagined holding out my hand, palm up, and shooting fireworks from the center of my palm. Something did happen: I could half-see a kind of ghostly outline of my hand, like when you look at it in almost total darkness, and then above the palm emerged a faint graphic that resembled a model of the solar system, with the planets hanging in space and lines indicating their orbits.

It's hard to describe what "seeing" this was like, since it was neither seeing in the usual sense, nor was it merely thinking or imagining, but something in between, or possibly different from them all. Have you ever been in a situation where it was so dark that you looked at your hand and weren't sure that you were really seeing it or your mind was just filling in the outlines where it knew they should be? It was a bit like that, but different, because in addition to my hand I could also "see" the solar system graphic, an image I would not have expected, and because ultimately I didn't feel like I was really "seeing" any of this with my eyes, even dream eyes. Part of the problem is that I still didn't feel fully embodied, so the darkness didn't just feel like an absence of light, but like a condition—inner darkness as opposed to outer darkness? Even at the time I suspected I wasn't in full REM. The visual impression was there, but it didn't register as genuinely visual.

I decided that I must not be dreaming deeply enough to see properly, and this gave rise to a more substantial physical sensation of lying in my bed, as though I had woken up, yet I knew clearly that I was still in the dream state. I had half a mind to try fireworks again right then and there, and half a mind to better integrate with the dream body, so it seemed like what happened next was an amalgamation of the two intentions. I was focusing on my hands and they began to rotate rapidly, not the normal rotation permitted by the wrist joint, but a full 360-degree rotation, as though they were propellers. They were moving so fast that I could feel the vibrations throughout my whole body.

Although this result had been spontaneous and unexpected, I wondered if I could use it to leverage myself out of the bed, since apart from my weird propeller hands, I still didn't feel well-connected to the dream body. I hesitated to try any larger movements lest I accidentally move my real body and wake up. So I let my left propeller hand slacken and lifted the right, willing it to turn into something like the blade of a helicopter that might elevate me vertically out of bed. The propeller movement became wider and faster, as though my whole forearm was now spinning around the elbow, and the vibrations intensified, but I felt no sense of lift. I remembered that helicopter blades needed to be angled a certain way in order to provide lift, and tried to will my propeller arm to work similarly, but I guess I don't know enough about aerodynamics to convince myself that I could pull it off!

Since the right arm was not doing the trick on its own, I put my left arm back in play to provide more oomph. Now both my propeller arms were rotating at incredible speed and I could feel the whole bed vibrating along with my body. I couldn't believe that all this movement wasn't waking up my husband, who was lying pressed up right next to me. This is a common failing of dream logic: even when I am perfectly aware that I am dreaming, I irrationally worry that something I am doing might disrupt his sleep. Around this time I woke up for real, and of course he was over on his side of the bed, so the feeling of close physical contact had also been a dream impression.

It was unusual that the audio and physical impressions were so clear but that the visual field remained opaque. Is this an NREM state? The closest parallel I've experienced to this in the initial stage of many WILDs, right after transition, and in those cases I have also theorized that REM hadn't fully kicked in yet.

I was in the bathroom, the painting that's on the upper right corner of the bathroom's frame is triangle like. My hands were nearly visible and I thought the triangle thing was part of my hands I said, "My hands look normal." I felt dizzy a bit. I look in the mirror my reflection looked normal except it was Fish Eye like, Why did I have my shirt off? What ever. I goto bed trying to lucid dream...
(Why in my recent dreams does this happen, it got me back into lucid dreaming but why?)

I was in my room, which was full of daylight. I had just woken up and I was going to get ready to meet a friend for breakfast. I could hear my mum and grandma talking in the corridor, but I didn't pay attention to them. I looked at my analog watch and it said it was around 3.20. I knew right away that I was dreaming. I looked at my hand and, sure enough, I had an extra finger between my middle and fourth finger. I caught a glimpse of my watch again, and this time it said it was 11.30. Then, I went to my desk, I wanted to make sure I remembered all the details of the RCs to explain them to my boyfriend, who recently took an interest in lucid dreaming (after hearing me talking about it so much). All of a sudden, I noticed a shadow behind me, turned around and saw a male figure standing there. He wasn't talking or doing anything, his expression was blank, but even so, he had startled me and I shouted: "don't scare me like this! Out, now!" As soon as I turned around again, he disappeared.

Then, I thought I'd get out of the bedroom and explore the dream. Before doing so, I remembered my mantras and said them out loud: "all of my dreams are lucid" and "I remember all of my dreams". After this, I thought it'd be a good idea to try out one of the month tasks from this forum. I was trying my hardest to recall them, and for some reason I thought one of the basic tasks was to get a pen and throw it at a DC to see how they reacted. So, I got a pen from my desk, opened the door and found my grandma talking to me. I threw it at her and after it hit her, she watched it fall without giving a crap about it and then went on talking.

I went back into the room, afraid I would oversleep and be late for breakfast. I checked the time on my phone (as though the time was going to be accurate), and it said it was 8.39 am. Apparently, I still had ten minutes until the alarm went off. I woke up for real soon after this, checked the time: 8.41 am.

I found myself waking up in father room. I quickly notice my father had been watching tv. I ask him what's going on? He tells me he had to drive to several places. I found this unusual because normally he doesn't go anywhere at night. I then have an FA to where I found myself waking up in father room. I quickly glided to he vcr to see what time it is. It stated 4:77AM, I knew this was incorrect and became lucid. However my lucidity felt very thin and soon after resulted in to another FA. This time I am unaware of the previous events. I the went to the living room and quickly proceeded to open the garage door.

When I did, I saw several men being repelled back by a dark figure. Then it consume them and they became ashes. The garage began to transform itself in to a ancient tomb and at the far end I could see a creature with red eyes staring at me. That's when the tomb had dismantle and became once again a garage. Not long I began to see hundreds of huge insects roaming all over the garage. This allowed me to become lucid, I left the garage to soon find myself sprinting to the back door. But then had this strong sensation occurred about someone following me from behind.

Before I could open the back door, I had been attack and pin to the ground. I then had another FA and soon after woken up. Lucidity Time: 28 seconds.

Fragment: I (and others) had some kind of superpowers but they were not necessarily good, there was something dark about them. They were not something one was born with but someone had adjusted us to have them. A school we had attended had a reunion, but it was underattended and that was bad but I do not know why.

fragmented night, tons of scenes, but a lot poorly recalled

23:03 pre-bedtime, breathing meditation, visualization, intention setting

23:17 bedtime

04:03

+ climbing mountain

(DO) -- outdoors daytime, approaching mountain, flying up mountain sides, it's guarded by elves that can cause avalanches? Reach the top and giant flat plateau with huge flat-topped boulders, I see people-shaped piles groups of stones in the distance in both directions I'm trying to see if they're real people or not.

+ riding in helicopter, system of projection

In a helicopter ride, the pilot is talking about how there is a projection system that can project a view onto the entire scene around the helicopter but this interferes with the elevation (readings/control?)

+ enter schoolroom, one boy there, try to fly outside can't climb up; outdoor seance with psychics, girl ghost

Enter a (school?) room, there's just one (young) boy there, it's a remedial class? See white board? Something about Alaska? I leave the room out to the back yard and want to fly but first I have to climb up the wooden fences, and I can't do it. A woman (teacher?) comes out and starts talking to me

I'm on a sweeping hillside outdoors daylight there are hundreds of people seated on the ground all around me among the rolling hills and on the hillsides. One of the people disappears she was a ghost that has been appearing with our group (of psychics/mediums?) over the years, this was a site of some catastrophe?

+ mathematician working through a series of sine and cosine approximations, graph, eating chocolate, calculating machine that drop things at the proper period.

A mathematician works verbally and with diagrams to calculate sin(4) (?) by successive approximation using the symmetry rules of sine and cosine, sin(4) -> cos(1) -> sin(3) -> picture transforms to a right triangle with dotted lines and there's some rule about the ratio. I"m holding a small pyramid of chocolate and take a bit off of the top and think about eating more. There is an invention of a device that you roll on the ground and it click clacks out a steady rhythm showing the period that the operator must drop things? Related to the catastrophe on the mountain?

+ 3 guys enter security door, chinatown

I'm in a hallway in front of a security door. The door beeps and 3 guys come in, I see their faces, they're talking, one guy is showing the others around and is talking about Chinatown.

+ cooking fish; pulling parasite crab things out of my butt (yep, every bit as painful and unpleasant as it sounds)

(Thanks a lot, Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, for this "lovely" experience!) There is a fish we're cooking (on the grill?) we have cooked it as one piece instead of spread in half, and there's some concern whether or not it's correctly cooked. So I'm inspecting the fish lifting up the skin to see if the flesh is cooked and someone comments that the parasites are not dead yet, but if we put the fish back on the fire the parasites will all leave the fish. I see little leech-like things squirming in the fish moving towards the tail.

Then the parasites have matured to crab like things, have multiplied, and have all latched themselves with their claws partly into my butthole. I reach down and one by one pull them out, it's not easy as they don't want to leave and are holding on with their claws. I do this about 4-5 times, and on the last one I have to clench my abdomen and "poop" out the last one, which comes out with a chunk of poop on it. Ew.

+ rescue a guy from a deep rectangular hole, mud and poop on the bottom

A guy is at the bottom of a deep rectangular pit about 20 feet down, it's about a 40-foot perimeter. I tell him to look out for the pile of poop. There is a pile of mud on the floor, too, I lift him out (with a crane?).

+ walking past woman on train who apparently reads my mind, sit with her for a bit

I'm on a train, walking past a woman I consider unattractive, I think to myself "old and ugly", then the woman says something about "old and ugly," and my curiosity is a bit raised, I feel a bit bad about this thought and I ask if I may sit with her for a bit, the corridor is a series of multi-level bunks laid out across the path so you must climb up/down/over each one. Multi-colored (flowered?) upholstery.

WBTB, failed BTS, hours later sleep again/sleep in

06:30 (?) give up, get out of bed

08:30 (?) back to bed,

12:00 approx.

1mg melatonin out of desperation to get back to sleep, doesn't help, just makes me very groggy when I finally do get back to sleep hours later

+ guy jumps on back of truck, ask another guy "what's 'Candy' in Chinese?

A truck is driving down a road (Ce St. in B approaching Sh ave?), and a migrant worker leaps out from between some cars into the road and hops up into the back of the truck. (My view is following the truck.). I think he does this every day in this same truck to get a ride. I'm in the truck and the conversation is about candy. I'm asking a chinese guy who's sitting against the left side of the truck bed "<what's candy in Chinese>" (in a foreign language), he answers, <….>, which he says translates as "sweet children."

+ returning with a group to sit at the table for more drinking, choosing a good spot

At a party with a group, we're returning to the tables in an outdoor patio for more drinking. I'm placing clean classes on the table, there are used pint glasses there I pick one up and see the remains of a previous drink there. People are sitting and I'm trying to choose the best spot among the people I like, I'm finding it hard to get a good spot.

+ placing long stemmed flowers into vases outside

Outside a home in twilight with group of people, I'm holding a bunch of long-stemmed branches covered with little colorful flowers, there is some element of deception going on, I place the stems into pots next to us.

+ (f) old GF, SB?

+ (f) people laughing about translation of address on envelope?

I was in my home. Brother came back from work in Switzerland, and made a party. We were drinking vodka and wine. Lots of them. There were many bottles spread across the whole house. Piles of bottles, each of them different. We were drinking and talking. When the last bottle was empty, we took a taxi cab to the local shop. They told the driver that we need to buy more vodka. I yelled And what about me!?? Driver replied They haven't forgot about you. and handed me a bottle of wine. We walked down the street from the shop, and went to my house by foot, to drink much more. My abilities to walk and see weren't impaired, but I felt stronger and stronger urge to drink.

*I was completely drunk when I came back from my friends 18th birthday. It was a special occasion, so I broke my rules to never drink too much. That's the effect.*

My friend's dad locked me in his basement in a tiny cell for weeks(or months?). In order to eat, I caught mice and somehow started fires to roast them over. When the dad asked me what I ate, and I told him. "I eat everything but the insides." My body was starved and withering away. I was scared and alone. I looked for ways to escape but it was impossible. Then, my friend and her mom came home and somehow I got access to a cell phone. At this point, I was sobbing. I tried calling the friend's mom to tell her what her husband was doing to me but the call didn't go through. My friend came by and I saw a chance to get a hold of a bottle of alcohol. I told her this, and she told me not too because her dad might find out and be mad. Then I found another phone and tried to call 911 but when I pressed "9" a "0" would pop up after it so it took me awhile. I was crying so hard saying, "help me, help me!" It was traumatizing.

It wasn't quite a nightmare, but a scary, disturbing dream.

Morning of January 18, 2015. Sunday.



Of the thousands of variations that have been rendered in my dreams of my Cubitis home since 1968, along comes a completely different one after over thirty years of last having been there. This one is a little more diverse than usual. I do not believe this is due to long-term memory distortion either, because there were alterations of the house in my dreams when I was living there (and indeed, as there have been with all places I have lived). This is also another “extra window” dream as with a recent dream about my present home. My dream is very vivid (fully in-body), though I am not lucid at any point.

My dream seemingly takes place late at night. My wife Zsuzsanna is with me (though she has never been to America). My computer setup in real life is somewhat similar to how it is set up in my bedroom in my dream, with the monitor facing the windows directly behind me (in my dream, north). At one point, I turn around to look out the jalousie windows. There seems to be at least one additional (fictional) large window, immediately to the left of the door to the carport.

This variation is unusual in that it seems to be the first time the house has been directly rendered in the middle of a seemingly large city (though there were many early precognitive dreams concerning the new highway and such at the back of our property). There is even a well-maintained city street (and sidewalks) close to the house where the northern side yard (and the orange grove beyond) would otherwise be, running east and west. Also, the playground from my elementary school has replaced our large front yard though as if being another city block west of us. There is a shorter chain-link fence along that part of the sidewalk, the sidewalk of which replaces our long real-life driveway (the playground area being open in reality and which otherwise faced the rest of the school grounds). I do not know what would be in our backyard and easterly as we remain in our bedroom throughout my dream.

Two (unknown) teenage girls are walking from the west along the chain-link fence on our side of the street. Eventually, it is a group of four girls. There is also an older male and his wife or girlfriend walking from the same direction at one point, about ten feet ahead of the girls.

I decide to close all the windows for privacy in case my wife and I become more intimate. I close two windows (including the fictional one) without incident. However, when I go to close the outside door’s jalousie window, the handle wobbles (as a different one did in real life until I finally fixed it) and a glass pane falls out from near a lower row and smashes in our carport. This is an odd incident though, as there is an additional somewhat confusing and uncertain aspect to it by which I also somehow “feel” the weight and momentum of the event as it happens (an odd but vivid perception not possible in reality but which has occurred in dreams). At the same time I was closing our window, the older male, as he was walking easterly by with his partner (to the left of her), apparently threw a large (unknown) object into our carport (possibly something of ours that was in the carport - I get the vague impression of a golf club but we never had any in reality) so that it hit the window as I was closing it, which possibly is what caused the pane to come out. There is the idea that the male was also startled by the window breaking even though he was seemingly (possibly absentmindedly) vandalizing the place (even though he is about sixty and seems dressed neatly). I call out “hey” and the couple continues to walk out of view, but walking a little faster now.

I mention to my wife about how “they” broke our window, but by this point, the group of four girls (mostly all in blue jeans and singlets) is there just north of the carport (on the fictional sidewalk) who think I am accusing them. They all stop and look into the carport and through the jalousie window of the door. I notice that the area seems fairly built-up and see what may be stores and taller commercial buildings across the (fictional) street in the semidarkness. One of the girls talks about how it was not her or any of her friends who broke the window and she talks about the male who is no longer in the immediate area. I am aware of who did it, of course, but I do not coherently confirm this to them. They do not seem angry or even annoyed at any point, though. They continue to hang around and I guess they are worried about getting into trouble for something they did not do. However, I am still contemplating on whether the window coincidentally broke when something was thrown near the door and perhaps was not directly broken by the older male. As I wake, I am trying to gather my thoughts in a manner that I can tell them to go on their way and not worry about our broken window, without insulting them or giving them cause for them to believe I think they were vandalizing the house but for some reason, I cannot logically come up with how to communicate this at all as my dream fades.

~01/13/15 This next DEILD (9 minutes) was amazing. I came back into the dream on the same little city street. I took off flying and and the visuals and sensations were about as impressive as I ever remember. I really got the effect of great height and distance. It was very 3D and techno color. I saw way down below me a heard of wild white stallions running across the plains between a couple hills. I swooped down in a swan dive with wisps of mist blowing past me. I flew along above the heard as they ran then splashed through a stream.
I saw another area ahead the looked inhabited so I flew over there. It was some sort of market and many people were around. I saw a pretty woman sitting on a table and went up to her. I started to kiss her and she did not protest.

Suddenly my pretty female D.G. is behind me, "Eric, What exactly do you think you are doing?"

"Um, Kissing this woman?"

DG: "And?"

I look down and realize I have been playing with her breasts. "Um I guess I am feeling up this beautiful woman?"

DG: "Aren't you just going to destabilize you dream and than have to spend time recovering it?. Wouldn't it be better if you stayed focused and didn't piss off the locals. You see the interesting thing about being a foreigner is,,,,,mnhg anskk ummm,,, "

Basically at this point in the lecture I looked back down at the woman and as I played with her breast they changed into puppet breasts. I mean fake breasts made out of stuffed burlap or something (I assume D.G. changed the image when I stopped listening to her."

OK, fine, I will try to do something productive. I took up straight into the air all Superman style a bit irritated. I decided to become a meteor. I shot up over a mile high and changed into a meteor. I had assumed it would be fun, but did not account for how fast meteors hit. In a flash I crushed into the ground and reformed laying flat on shattered roadway.

The snooze went off and I really wanted to do it all again, but I did have to wake up.

~01/13/15 I hit the snooze again (9 minutes) and pictured the last scene. I started moving my legs using tactile visualization. I almost thought I was moving my real legs, but realized that was not the case as I could not be moving them very much while in bed. Suddenly I was landing in front of the temple I had seen from the sky scraper. I walked through a large red gate in the Shinto style. It was a large open area and I walked around to the right side of a half wall. I reached up and touched one of the pillars. A piece of the pillar came off in my hand and it appeared to be ancient wood eaten by ants or something.

I hear the voice of my D.G. "I really do not think you should be walking around in here."

Ok, well she has never led me wrong, and it is so damn easy for me to get in trouble on the astral, so I turn around and walk back out through the gate. I look around out front and notice a sand drift nearby. I am amazed in that it appears to be layers of brightly colored sand like you see in fancy bottles. I scooped some up in my hands and examined it. It really was impressive how bright and vivid the layers of sand were.

I took off flying from the temple towards another area off to the right and up on a new plane of gravity (weird). It seemed as if each area was on a slight different dimension and space sort of bent like a tunnel connecting them. This area was like a small city with lots of people and a road. I saw a vehicle that I pictured sort of like an old car. There seemed to be some sort of small event going on, perhaps a farmers market kind of affair. At this point the alarm went off. I hit snooze and DEILD again.

I kept on doing that Nose Reality Check, I could breathe even though I'm plugging it. (Maybe it's possible I had to sneeze so I was doing the RC because I don't like sneezing. In my recent dreams I do reality checks it's odd.)