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I appeared to be somewhere inside a nice, clean suburban neighborhood. It was sometime around 10:00 Pm when it happened. I was with my mother, walking inside one of the suburban homes making sure things seemed alright. This home we were in was quiet, also lonely. It felt like a two story home, though we didn't get chance to walk upstairs while we were in there. Me and my mothers stuck together to make sure we don't get snatched or killed. We were walking around the living room, too fearful of the place. There were functioning lights but the only one on was inside the living room. I didn't know what lurked inside, it was unknown.

I then decided to grab a drink from the refrigerator standing in the living room. I walked up to it and opened the cabinet. What I found inside was a set of coke bottles. I took one of them and debated whether or not I should give one to my mom or not. I grabbed mine but before I even thought about getting one for my mother, I heard something inside the kitchen. I walked towards the kitchen, farthest from the entrance door, and stood there in the shadows for a moment. At that moment, I accidentally summoned someone, or something. I cautiously looked at one of the mirrors standing somewhere on the kitchen walls. In it I saw a ghostly figure, perhaps a demon - I'm not sure. This demon was staring at me. It wasn't trying to scare me or kill as I laid eyes on it, but I knew I had to get out of this place right then.

I shivered in fear and immediately rushed towards the entrance door straight away from where I was standing. My mother followed. I ran in to the dark, empty street and waited for my mother. From then on, my lucid powers kicked in.

I became lucid a few seconds after leaving the home. After noticing it, I quickly ran towards a field I saw standing right in front of the home. The field stood right there in front of the suburban homes like as entrance. I gradually flew towards this field and hovered as I was entering it.

When I finally entered the field, I landed in the middle of this small field surrounded by running race track. Beyond the race track was the most hugest field I have ever scene. It was almost like being inside a video game where the maps' that seemed to be miles and miles away. I stood standing there for a bit trying to think of something I could do while lucid. One of them was to get rid of the daunting night sky. I looked up at the sky and raised both my hands up in the air and demanded there to be light! The darkness then slowly began fading away being consumed by the sunlight that struck gradually from the suburban homes all the across the gigantic field. My fears were no longer there. My heart rejoiced, but wait, there was more.

After summoning light across the long field, I noticed several groups of people inhabiting the outer part of the field, just a few feet away from the race track. There were lots of them. Most stood in groups of about four and two. Everyone spoke among each other, admiring each others company. It was a lot like a high school reunion. There were only young individuals. I walked past these groups and appreciated their business being here with me. It's always good to see these amounts of people when lucid. It helps me develop a sense of curiosity among the dream world.

There was much to do now that I was lucid, but one of the things I've been wanting to do for a long time was to summon someone I know. I don't know them personally, nor have I ever met them. We are complete strangers. Her name was Sydney. She was the only person I could think about summoning at a time like that.

I extended my arms back as if I was going to handshake someone and waiting for Sydney to grab on to be. When I felt her hand at the tip of my fingers, I brought her up towards me and stared at her. I didn't throw myself upon her, I just held her in my hands and stood close in front of her as I gazed at her beautiful appearance being here with me. After that brief moment, I kept hold of her hand and moved along her left side. We both started walking towards a marching band standing just a couple feet from the race track.

Well, I haven't been on this site in a while, but I'm back and ready to update! Hope everyone's having a happy new year! And lots of happy dreaming!!

January 10, 2015

Last night's LD was a random one that placed me in some space ship. I figured it was a spaceship because A. it's interior looked not too unlike that of Dead Space's Ishimura. B. I was floating in zero-g and I awoke to a can of peanuts by some unknown brand smacking into my head.

Sadly, I was also took far from any of the walls, ceiling, or floor to really grab a hold of anything. Pfffft, so I let myself drift and spin for a little more until I was able to grab the guide rails of one of the walls.
Thankfully, there weren't any signs of blood, so it didn't seem like it was a dead vessel filled with flesh-eating monstrosities or anything. The lights were working just fine.
There just.... didn't seem to be any people?

Pulling myself along, I traversed the long hallway of the ship, which I started feeling might've very well been the spine of the vessel because it felt like it went forever. I mean, how many rooms do you really need?
And yet still no one was to be found.

I finally made it to the end of this blasted hallway, entering what looked like a giant game room with way too many air hockey tables, hahaha. Pucks and handles were drifting everywhere.

I started hearing something that sounded like muffled talking, but it was coming from the room beyond... past the closed door.
Drifting over to the door, I attempted to listen through but it was still too muffled, so I attempted to fiddle with the console on the side of the door.
It took until I pressed an unlabeled blue button for the door to open. Turned out it wasn't people talking--it was a recording:

**
We'd seen things. Great things. Whether the nations still exist, we don't know. But--we've sent them our data. They can do whatever they want with it, not like we'll get to benefit from it. Not now.
We've been adrift for almost a year now. This old lady's almost drained of fuel, provisions... air cycling's almost broken too. We'll either freeze, starve, or suffocate.

Bren's got an idea.
Says it'll be better than us stickin' it out. And we're pretty much in unanimous agreement. In about an hour, we'll all head over to Transfer. Take a walk outside.
Just know that we didn't go suffering. And we did our job. These amazing people that I've come to know, they did an amazing job.
I don't got anyone to tell something back on Earth. But you'll find everyone else's tapes in Quartercell A-2-2-2.

You don't need to know me. We are the NSN Uther. And we just saved the Earth.
**


The message began to loop again.

No wonder there were no bodies. He must've been referring to cargo transfer. They bloody vented themselves out into space.


Despite extensive searching, I couldn't find the crew quarters or the room A-222. I couldn't recover the tapes of the last words of the NSN Uther...

It's difficult to describe the setting. It felt deep, vivid, almost reality-sharp without any lucidity.

It's night, I'm outside a familiar house in the country. There are two important people meeting here, one is considered a villain while the other is a hero. The villain looks familiar but I can't place him, and the 'hero' is actually just an ally of the true hero, she looks like Paige from Scorpion. They agreed to meet here on neutral ground to discuss terms, at least that's what it seemed. Really, they were drawn here despite their different motives, the man already knows why but he needs her to understand that their meeting is destiny and for that to strike home for her, they need to meet without any sort of threat. So far he's been a rumor to her.
They approach each other in the dark, the grass crunching under foot. When they get close, sound waves being to resonate around them, for her it's yellow, for him it's green.
"I knew we would resonate." He says, offering her his hand.
"Why is this happening?" She sounds awed instead of afraid and reaches out to touch her fingers to his and the waves and circles become a single pulse of light at the contact.
I don't find out the rest of the story.

There's a lapse.
I'm at work, the racking is painted beige instead of grey and the aisles are much wider and taller. I am in front of the Millwork desk, it's very early in the morning and the lights are still low. I see Wayne, a co-worker, who was stuck working a night shift and I start to tell him it must be nice that his shift will end soon when mine is just beginning.
"Well it would, if my shift had ended." He says.
"What do you mean?"
Then I see all the people, other associates, all carrying boxes on their shoulders or pushing flat carts piled high. My heart sinks and I wonder when if I should help sort the freight or just wait until my shifts starts to throw it all. I turn to tell him how sorry I am that he has to stay but he's gone. I move down a few aisles and see a squat and wide ladder piled high with two stacks of boxes, the outer pile leans dangerously, balanced by a beam on the other side of the aisle. I know it's the quickest way to get it off the floor but it doesn't look particularly safe.

There's a lapse. I see the front of the Millwork desk but...the row of aisles are no longer store interior but a line of store fronts on a downtown street at night with soft yellow streetlights. There was more before this, something about a group of women who were considered witches, one of them climbed to the top of the scaffolding where workers hung a giant red-lettered neon sign from cables and poles. She jumped and hurt herself seriously, I'm talking to one of the witches about it. I'm worried, but she won't tell me if the woman died or not. I climb up to the top of the scaffolding though the sign is in ruin on the sidewalk below. I stumble and make it look like I'm jumping down, following the other woman's steps. I land badly and my socked feet do not do well on the crushed glass. The city feels restless, chaotic in a sleepy way, like people are just learning that maybe right now would be the time to panic. The lights flicker, die, and then return. The witch starts to leave without me, I limp after her. We feel a low, ominous rumble. The witch whips around to exchange a concerned look with me as a chunk of yellow rock falls from the tunnel wall ahead of us and shatters to bits. Is it to be an earthquake? Or a flood? I suppose we'll find out.
I follow the woman into a trench outside the city walls, and from here I can see everything. There's a long bridge? Or a monorail overhead. It's dark so it's hard to tell. To my left is the dark ocean, there's a thin line of shop fronts and sidewalks, the back end of the street I started on.

We hear screams ring out in the night and cries cut short, we hear people yell about the water rising. A flood, then. The witch bolts ahead of me and I limp down the trench, so intent on escape. I don't know if I'll be able to run. Someone stumbles past me and I ask them what's happening.
"It's the ocean..."
"What about it? How high are the flood waters?"
"It's freezing!" She yells, and runs away. Then I see what she means firsthand. Torrents of water rush haltingly toward me. It fills the trench behind me and seconds after filling, it freezes solid. It laps the earth, layering it slowly at first and then larger rushes of water follow also freezing solid immediately. I try to stay ahead of it, I don't quite remember if I did...I'm worried my foot will get caught that I won't be nimble enough....

My mind is conscious, but my body is asleep, and I’m in the ‘void’ between dreams. Somebody is with me and we’re hugging, but I can’t see who it is. ‘The vibrations’ start happening, and they’re quite intense, so decided to try an OBE exit. It works, but I didn’t make it all the way to my feet, and I fall back to my bed in sitting position. I struggled to my feet, all while I was being pulled hard towards my physical body. After I stood up, I was still being pulled hard backwards, and I struggled forward trying to get my bearings. I couldn’t believe how hard I was being tugged on, so I looked back to see what was going on. I could see several tubes (2 or 3 inches in diameter) of blue, white, and yellow light connecting between my OBE body and physical body. They were arcing and whipping violently. The light was so bright I could barely see my physical body. Then I realized where I was. I was in my childhood bedroom, approximately 35 years ago.

Everything in my room was exactly the same as it was during my teens. I struggle forward, past my childhood dresser on the left, towards the door, and then suddenly I was free. The tubes of light had disappeared. I grabbed onto the doorknob and paused to ask for my daughter to join me on my adventure into the past. I slowly turned the door knob and crept out into the hallway. I could hear the floor creaking beneath me. There was faint light coming from my parent’s room and then my mom whispered, “Somebody’s up honey.” I quickly hurried downstairs into the living room so to avoid scaring the crap out of my mom. I looked around the living room, and I really didn’t have a plan what to do next. I looked at the old coach, of which my parents have long since disposed of, and I decided to go and sit there and wait for my daughter to show up, but then I unexpectedly returned to the void. All was dark and quiet. I heard my daughter’s voice say, “Dad, where did you go?” I didn’t reply, because I was trying to get back to wherever I’d been.

As expected after a long time being the lazy sleeper I am, I managed to completly and utterly destroy my sleep-cycles, recall and what not. Oh well, you have to restart somewhere and I aim on having a first LD by the end of next week, quality doesn't matter but I'd prefer a WILD over a DILD. (Transition is half the fun... )

1. Digging, Desert...

I'm in the middle of a large desert, the sand is white, the sky is grey and it seems a storm is forming in the distance. My mother is there too but she doesn't seem to have an important role in the dream other than looking around. I, on the other hand am hard at work digging at seeminly random spots scattered around, searching for something valuable. I didn't find any treasure chests, only more sand and the dream faded away "peacefully".

2. The most complex plan evaaaar!

It seems like I did find something of value in last dream and I'm now in my school which is now used as some weird black-market office. I have a meeting with the big boss of the whole place to make a deal, I'm with some friends and they tell me I'm actually not allowed to be here so I'll have to disguise myself... as a granny.

Anyway, the big boss is as stereotype as one can be, sunglasses, bling-bling and bad sarcastic jokes fly around my head as we sit down. The deal itself is kinda fuzzy but I remember that besides me having to look like an old lady I'm also supposed to be very very rich, these guys only want stuff from the high-class. Buuuuut then my cellphone which I didn't even knew was in my purge conveniently went off with a jazzy tune from the 80's. I try to mimic a suprised granny giggle but it sounds more like a horse, also my cellphone appears to be an extremely cheap Nokia which makes the boss suspicious as I should normally have an expensive IPhone or something. We leave the room and make our way to the staircase, as we go down I don't walk down the stairs but rather jump down from the top to the bottom which is something I seem to be doing more and more frequently in my dreams. At school I almost wanted to test out if I could do it IRL but after a second thought I decided against it, which is maybe the best option...
When we're at the bottom I remember I forgot my coat so I go back and grab quickly it as I'm not allowed to be seen. Being the smart guy I decide to check the pockets of the coat in the middle of the corridor like nobody can see me here. Eventually a friend comes back and tells (shouts) me that we need to get the hell out of here quickly.

*poof awake*


First try 2 dreams ain't bad but ain't good either, they weren't very sharp either but I know myself and have confidence in my abilities.

This is part 6 of my quest to heal my son’s plantar wart, on his left heel, using lucid dreaming. This dream was very comical at the start because I carjacked Charlie Brown. Here’s what happened:

I was standing in a store that looked very much like Walmart, when ‘all of a sudden’, a plastic ‘bubble’, cartoon car with Charlie Brown at the wheel, drove up beside me. I’m a real sucker for motor vehicles when I’m dreaming, and I’ll do anything to go for a ride. I tore the driver’s door open, and grabbed Charlie brown by his left shoulder, threw him flying across the store’s floor, jumped in, slammed the door closed, and jammed it in drive. My daughter and son came running, jumped on the roof of the cartoon car, and held on for dear life. I could hear my daughter laughing hysterically. With the pedal to metal I started to do doughnuts, and as I was doing this, Charlie Brown got up and ran at the car to try and get it back, but the side of the car sent him flying. I couldn’t help but notice that I wasn’t the only one in the car, it was full of cartoon characters, looking at me wide eyed and in shock. This cartoon car sounded just like the Dukes of Hazzard’s Charger with its roar of the exhaust.

I got tired of doing doughnuts, so I raced the cartoon car down along the front of the cash registers, and then circled around the last one to head off into the store to ‘rip it up’. An elderly lady standing at the last register gave me a nasty look like, “You’ve totally lost it.” I almost seemed to recognize her; she kind of looked like my mother in-law (who has passed), and it made me think, “Perhaps I’m dreaming.” Yes, I’m dreaming, I’m lucid! The car vanished and I was left standing beside my daughter and son, who’d been hanging onto the car’s roof. I remembered my quest to heal my son’s plantar wart in a lucid dream, so I picked him up and laid him down on a table, and tore off his left sock. He’s 6 feet and 200 lbs, but it’s amazing how strong you become when lucid. I remembered the advice I received in ‘Part 4’ of my healing quest regarding God when healing, so I placed my right hand on his wart and said, “Dear Lord Jesus, Please heal my son’s wart.” I got too excited, and I woke. I almost got it right, but I forgot to make the energy ball. I’m supposed to focus and create an energy ball, and then push the energy ball into the wart, while I say the healing phrase. Oh well, no big deal, I’ll try again soon!

A phrase: "Catherine, and the first dream of a 2000 year-"

There had been a queen long ago named some variation on Selene - I admired her, and I've been looking after all the generations of her descendants ever since. In a few rare circumstances I'll even take one of her descendants in and raise them myself. Some resemble her a great deal, others don't - I think about bloodlines. Now one of her descendants is in love with me, and she's upset that I've told her I would be happy with a platonic relationship or otherwise, leaving the decision entirely up to her - she wants me to feel more strongly about it. She says if I would be happy with a platonic relationship, I can't really care about her. But I've been a presence and an influence in her life since she was born, and I foresaw this moment before she was born - I've had too much influence. I want to influence her as little as possible in this at least. It has to be entirely her decision.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I've had too much to drink, and I'm making my way back to my hotel room with some woman, past the now-abandoned maypoles in the lobby, litter from the party on the floor. My vision's blurry, and I have this mental monologue about how I must be getting old if the drink's messing with my vision like this. She pushes me onto the bed, and my vision blurs more - through that blurred vision, her hair's much longer now. Also she has wings, white feathers. Fuck, I know this demon. There goes my night. She sits on the edge of the bed and tells me she wants what I promised her on the night I abandoned my child. I have a memory of taking him (? I think it was a him) to a border of some kind and making him cross, so that he'd be safely out of my reach. The demon's crawled onto the bed now, and when I tell her she's out of luck, the thing we got that night is already gone, she phases her hands through my chest, squeezes and twists something inside that shouldn't be squeezed or twisted.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Setting's a fantasy version of ancient China, a king in his bedroom talking to a priestess all in white via a vision in a mirror. He was telling her about people who will be coming her way, intending to use a sacred object in her care. But she's saying that what they want isn't possible - they've misunderstood its purpose. The portal it opens can't be used to take them to the divine realms. She says, "(something) and onyx must not overlap."

This is part 5 of my quest to heal my son’s plantar wart, on his left heel, using lucid dreaming. In this dream, a dream figure named Shannon made me lucid so I could heal my son’s wart. Here’s what happened.

I was sleeping at my father in-law’s house (in the waking world), and then I was falsely wakened by a young blonde man, who I didn’t recognize, and he said, “Gary J. from your work is at the front door, and there’s a crisis you have to attend too.” I immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the top of the stairs and looked down at the front door. Nobody was there. “Hmmmmm.” I thought, “What’s going on here?” My work would never interrupt me while I’m off in the middle of ‘nowhere’ visiting my father in-law, especially during Christmas Break. I turned around to face the young man, and I noticed there was an extra bedroom in the hallway, that isn’t there in waking life, and I instantly became lucid.

My son walked up beside me, and the blonde man turned around and faced the wall, and tried to make himself less noticeable. I told my son to lay down on the bed and take his sock off so I could heal his plantar wart, and he did so. Next, I tried to thank the man who made me lucid but he wouldn’t turn around to face me, so I put my hand on his shoulder and said, “Thank you for making me lucid.” He slowly turned to face me, and he said, “You’re welcome.” I still didn’t recognize him, so I asked his name, and he said, “Shannon!” When I’m lucid, I often speak before I think, so I said, “Shannon? What kind of name is that? That’s a girl’s name, and you’re a guy!” Shannon, was bit embarrassed by my rude behavior, and he laughed it off, and then replied, “I know, my name is Shannon.” Then stupid I said, “But you’re a guy?” I totally forgot about healing my son’s wart by this point, and then I woke up.

I looked up the name ‘Shannon’ on Google, and as it turns out Shannon is originally a guy’s name, not a girls’. It’s only in North America that people recently started naming girls Shannon. In Europe and Britain, Shannon is a common guy name. I didn’t get to heal my son’s wart using lucid dreaming, but I learnt something new.

10.01.2015

Winning at the slot machine (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a class room, at least, the decor looked like it (none, lol) but over the desks, there were slot machines. Some class finished and my wave tossed $5 and upon rolling, she lost.

I told her that I used to play a similar slot machine and I was very lucky normally. At least to pick up a few twenties. I told her to hit the highest bet possible with the most lines, and wait for a chain of WILD (did you just reality checked? Nope, this is not a dream (or is it?) as slot machines do that "WILD" as a possible bonus)







I just tried it my self. It was not a familiar slot machine, something about woman, rapists and weird stuff. I spin for the highest bet and hit a bonus game. The top screen of the slot machine turns on and I see few photos of half naked woman and some rapists trying to get them. I had to kill the rapists and each one would give me a bonus in dollars. I had a small craft like space invaders:







I was able to kill a ton of rapists and had a few thousand dollar bonus. I wanted to cash all the money in and put $100 in but i woke up.

10.01.2015

I transform into Blackheart (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

(such a dark dream lol... and I am a lightworker! I have not even watched this movie recently.

This dream started out in a graveyard. I was some sort of shade and I was very weak, I had to eat souls from other people in order to grow stronger. I was wondering if the Ghost Rider would come and hunt me.

I believe I was Blackheart, and after a while in the dream, I was fully transformed:







I was eventually hunted down, but I got teleported to some school that it was going to open in one hour.

10.01.2015

The airport turns into a mall (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in an airport about to travel. I went through a counter than said, "Latino, Hispanic" I wondered why I went through there, since I am a US citizen. As soon as I went through the gates, I found myself in the locker rooms of a gym. There were a lot of females, some of them naked, a few of them tried to flirt with me, but I was in some sort of rush to catch my plane.

I never managed to catch my plane so I re-winded the dream (I was not lucid) as I felt I could just go back in time (happens sometimes on non-lucids) This time, I was talking to a friend about going through a different counter. Now, the airport looked like a huge shopping mall and I saw a counter that said Galician/Spain and wondered if the service was better there. It seems I had to book the hotel and a car rental for when I arrived to my destination. A friend advised me to not go that counter because the employees were lousy.

I visited a few counters and I tried to find one fo US Citizens, but I was unable too.

Morning of January 10, 2015. Saturday.



This is another dream where I seem “absentmindedly” lucid (though not as aware as being the dream-maker as in other dream types), but not fully lucid to where I actively alter the rendering in any way. I have been focusing on the various levels of perception types in dreams a bit more than usual, but I think that minor variations are too numerous to pinpoint.

This dream mainly includes my brother-in-law Bob (still alive), a sister (his wife), another sister (Carol), my mother, and several other people that are not as much to the forefront of the theme. Mostly I talk to them about their status of being alive or deceased at certain times (mostly in reference to the future), which seems a bit odd as they are all seemingly younger and healthy at this point. Apparently it is June 1995 in one part of my dream (likely because I just included a June 1995 dream on a recent entry on two sites, that being “Rainforest Portal”). At one point, I vaguely perceive that it may be 2001. (To regard that there are actually twenty years from 1995 to 2015 seems almost preposterous to me even though it is true. This probably says a lot about my perspective and general perception of time. My wife seems as beautiful and young-looking as ever.)

My relatives do not seem that annoyed by my reporting of when they will die. I do tell one sister to take care of her stomach and with another, I mention her gall bladder. I even tell my brother-in-law that he is still alive. There is a brief idea about the old photograph that shows two of my brothers and two of my sisters on my mother’s side. Whether or not they will “remain” in the photograph is mostly only in the back of my mind; likely a “Back to the Future” influence. If so, only the youngest boy will be left standing (the only one still living).

In the back of my mind, I am trying to remember what year it really is, but cannot; typical in-dream amnesia, I suppose, though I am only mildly frustrated by this inability to determine the nature of the supposed time period (a contemplation of which is fairly rare in my dreams). I experience mild sadness about knowing their fate but it is not that dramatic. However, I sometimes find myself going over in my mind regarding who is alive and who had passed away when I am in certain semi-sleep states, which likely carries over into certain dream states but in a more unusual way where they are all “alive” for a time.

There is another section to my dream involving my mother. I first see what looks like a smaller bearlike creature squatting near the periphery of a garden just off the walkway from the side of a house. After a short time, I realize it is my mother (who looks more like a “real” version of Loweezy from the “Snuffy Smith” comic strip), this being one of those times when any symbolic association actually reveals itself within my dream. (Bears have sometimes come to be representative of my mother in childhood - big and threatening at times but still very protective of their cubs.)

Finally, I am to get dressed for some sort of event, though I am not certain if it is for a wedding (of possibly an undetermined relative) or for going to school (as a young student - apparently my perceived timeline has shifted again). I have newer clothes loosely scattered under a bed (apparently recently bought by my mother) which are supposedly suitable for me. It is only a minor annoyance to have to reach under the bed (which I think is in the carport of my Cubitis home, north to south) and slide out what I want. After I undress and begin to dress again (including putting on a nice blue shirt), I eventually grab a pair of blue jeans and put them on. In a short time however, I see that they are actually yellow dress pants, which makes me cry out “Blech!” in my dream (though there is no one around at that point). I take them off with great annoyance (and near disgust) and find a new (and unfaded) pair of jeans. My dream loses coherence before I am fully ready to go wherever it is I have to go.

Something to do with Sonic the Hedgehog


Something to do with getting spammed a bunch of lucid dares.


I was in the park by my sub. Once again it was summertime in the dream. I found two of these beetles. One was quite large and the other was small, but they shared very similar characteristics. They had black bodies with small antennae and long legs, with four green eyes that glowed. But their most striking feature was that their shells were made out of shiny polished steel.

The larger of the two beetles climbed onto my hand and looked into my eye. I looked back at the little friend, and started thinking about connecting to nature. I couldn't help but think that with the metal shell and glowing eyes that these beetles were actually somehow mechanical or a product of genetic engineering.

My dad came up to me and said. "If you like them so much, why don't you kill them? Then you can have their shiny shells forever." I found myself appalled that he would say something like that. Normally I don't take much issue with killing bugs IWL. But they were such spectacular creatures, I wouldn't dare hurt them.


There was some anime series that was somehow summarized. It showed how there was a main male and a main female character, and all of this tension between them. However, the male character was always talking about finding his friend again. They showed me how the male character mentions him in every single episode that he is in.

In the end, the boy finds his friend and it turns out that the two were actually in a homo relationship. The girl made some kind of fourth wall joke about how this was such a deviation from what is usually expected in the end of anime with this setup.

I ended up telling either the writer or the person who introduced me to the show that I really liked the idea of breaking that trope, but I wouldn't go so blunt with it in the end, it ends up kind of overdoing it. I tried to explain to them that if you hammer in a joke too hard you can end up ripping it apart and taking it from funny to really awkward.


I had this really weird dream where both Manei and Marcus were in what felt like a log cabin somewhere. We had a Christmas tree set up. Also, both of them had on these absolutely ridiculous Christmas hats. They looked sort of like jester hats made of completely red fabric, only they had a wide brim, like a sombrero as well, and each also had a huge golden Christmas bell on it.

There was something to do with presents for everybody and Manei said she wanted to make cookies with me.

Maybe I can finally complete that other lucid dare. I really should go for a lucid in a Christmas setting. Though Christmas was a couple weeks ago now...

Manei also wanted me to sign the Christmas cards that she had designed herself. She said that she wanted to send them to all of her friends. For some reason I was really focused in on the Christmas cards that had a picture of the two of us on the front. We were both wearing these weird bluish-grey cloaks. (Though not as weird as the hats that they were wearing.) I started to wake up around here.

I've gone into a supermarket to buy a hairclip - my hair is super long and thick like a lion's mane. I feel like it actually looks really good on me! I also feel like I'm in a foreign country. I make some kind of joke to the cashier girl. I also want something to eat - the girl suggests some milk. I think, how can I have something to eat if I have milk? She seems to be suggesting milk is food...

Anyway, it's time to pay and I realise I have only my UK credit card so it won't work in this country...
She says no problem, she'll sort me out.

She sets me up with a bedroom under the shop to stay in while I'm in the country since I haven't any money to pay for a room somewhere else.

I find myself walking around inside a large complex. I have no shoes on - the girl said I need to go downstairs to get some. I realise now that downstairs is a shopping centre - she meant for me to buy shoes, but how can I when I can't remember where I put my wallet? (Now the reason I can't buy things seems to be because I haven't got my wallet.)

The girl falls in love with some douchebag. People are giving me advice about it, saying maybe her and I will be just friends! This doesn't make any sense to me because I didn't feel anything for the girl, so being friends was totally fine with me.

Then the girl has to take her flights out of the country - if she doesn't, she'll never have enough money to pay her debts off.

The people in the room (3 girls, 3 guys including me) are telling me this: she stole a shop so she wouldn't have to get her flights but could still pay off her debts and stay with the douchebag she was in love with. Everyone is flabbergasted by her stupidity seeing as the dude is a douche.

One of the girls starts talking about her feelings; the other 2 guys in the room immediately turn away from her and start talking, as though they are too good for this "girl-talk". I notice this and feel obliged to turn my head towards her, quite close actually, and listen carefully to what she has to say...

I am fighting some boss now - I think it's the douchebag, but he's also got something to do with Jesus. His only attack is to try suck me into his suction pad like a hoover. I counter this move a number of times by casting my spell at him every time he's about to do it.
I beat him, however he then cheats by keeping the suction pad right beside me and making it bigger and bigger whilst backing me into a wall. I get sucked in, now in a 3rd person view. The boss then flies off with me inside, over a building...

But of course, being Snake from Metal Gear Solid, I escape - I roll out of the flying hoover thing onto the roof, to which I exclaim to my brother: "Well it's Snake, OF COURSE he escaped! Hahaha!".

I find myself in a bonus level - clones of Snake appear and attempt to destroy him. They glitch and twitch in such a way that makes me feel a bit uneasy about them, but Snake has no problem in dealing with them.

I wake up.

10.01.2015

Fly Me To The Moon (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I think I was lucid from the start. My bedroom was dark, and I was standing in the middle of the room. I wasn't scared like I usually was - of the dark in dreams, because I knew I could change it - I was aware enough to realize that I needed to turn on the lights and stabilize the dream, one of my goals.

I remember saying out loud, "Why does it have to be so dark?"

The lights slowly came on in my room (my lamp and my main light), as well as the light outside.

I thought again to stabilize the dream. I walked over to the right where my mirror would have been (it wasn't), and gently touched the wall. It felt cold, but not too cold. I noticed my hand was slightly deformed, and a very light, glowing outline was around it. My touch sense improved a bit. I backed away from the wall and shouted, "Clarity now!" However, it didn't really help.

I saw a small end table up against my wall. A book was lying there, it looked like a Webster's Dictionary for kids (it was that thick, and it had many colors on it). I walked over and picked it up. I turned it over onto the back, where the summary/sneak peek of the book usually was. As I looked at all the words on the book, they constantly kept changing. There were a lot of one sylable words, like "had", or "that", and the sentences didn't really make sense. I decided to read them aloud as best as I could.

I did (I don't remember any of it now), and as I did, my voice sounded a bit distorted, and a little lower.

I put down the book. I turned around and walked towards my window. It was open, and daylight was streaming in. I stuck my head out; and instead of our large front yard, it looked like there was a building right below me that connected to our house, with a small concrete/grass courtyard inbetween the two buildings. I remember then saying, "Show me something fun." (As if talking to my subconcious) Right in front of my eyes, out a little ways in the air; a dark, shadowy rainbow began to form. It quickly disappeared.

Somehow I got onto the ground (it was blurry right then). I walked in the courtyard a bit, just looking around. I saw lots of pebbles on the ground around my feet. I looked to my left. I saw a bucket full of water.

I then thought, "Oh! I can try to water bend!" I walked over to the bucket, and stood on either side of it. I at first tried using both hands, and was willing the water to move. I gently was moving my hands in a continuous up and down motion, acting like my hands were scooping the water up. I noticed tiny movements and ripples in the water. After a couple more seconds, I used more "strength". I tried to use varying hand positions, and trying to make my hands more "gentle." The water started to rise up out of the bucket, but there was some resistance.

Suddenly, a boy about my age, if not a bit younger came up. He seemed immature. He was looking me up and down.

I looked back to the water. With some new, great resolve I waterbended a portion of water out and threw it at his face. At the same time, I clenched my hands together (but not all the way into fists). The splashing water immediately turned into ice. The ice crystals formed within a second. It looked so cool.

He stood there, stunned. Most of the ice was on his face, and it froze his hand in mid-air. He then fell over because of the heavy ice.

I walked over to where most of the pebbles were. With element-bending in mind, I also thought I could try earth bending. I wasn't too familiar with those, though, as I was with water bending.

At first, I tried to stomp on the ground, and create a crater, with rocks flaying out from it, like rippling water. It didn't work so well. I was able to crack some of the concrete when I landed, and some dust clouds flew up, but that was about it. I tried to move the rocks and pebbles at my feet, with varying motions of my hands, but that didn't work so well, either.

I decided to go back inside. However, I didn't want to be near my house anymore. So I found our lone "front" door in the courtyard. There were small steps leading up to it, but no deck. I touched the door knob. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine another place, like a beach or forest. I opened the door. I then opened my eyes, but to my disappointment, it was still my house. It was dark inside.

While still standing there, I suddenly remembered another goal I wanted to achieve. I wanted to eat something. As if on command, I heard my mom shout, "Dinner's ready!" from inside the house.

I walked into the house and closed the door. I was in the den, as if I had entered from the back door of the house. I walked forward and to the left where our kitchen was. Momma was in there, bustling around with the food. Daddy was also in there, helping put out plates. I remember seeing my siblings walking around as well. I couldn't smell very well what was cooking.

Instead of waiting for the plates to be served, I grabbed what I thought was a green bean out of the pot on the stove. I put it in my mouth. It had the consistency of spinach; it was mushy, as well as slightly fibrous (like eating a twig) but it still tasted like a green bean.

Some time went by. My siblings and I walked outside to the backyard. It was dark now, the sun was almost setting behind the trees. I looked up. Dark clouds took shape in the sky; it was twilight.

I wanted to increase the lighting again. "Come out, sun." I said, to myself.

The sun slowly rose from its setting position up into the middle of the sky. The sky brightened at that, as well as the clouds. It turned into a pretty day.

My eyes still looking up, I looked around for the moon. I saw its smooth silhouette a ways beside the sun.

I wanted to fly to the moon. I jumped, and, still looking at the moon, I willed myself to it. I imagined the moon becoming closer and closer.

Instead of actually flying, I looked back towards the ground. I was levitating about 3 feet off the ground, in a superman-like flying position. My siblings were looking at me kinda funny.

I gave up and landed back on the ground. I decided I wanted to pull the moon towards me. I "imagined" with my mind, a lasso in my hands. It didn't show up in my hands, but I made the motion anyway of "lassoing" the moon. After a second, I began to "pull" on this invisible rope. There was great resistance, but the moon began to get bigger. I pulled again, harder. It got even bigger. I pulled once more, with all my strength. The moon continuously kept getting bigger, huge now; as if I had pulled it out of orbit and it was sailing towards us. Instead of it landing on the earth, however; a dark building landed in front of me. I, stupidly, assumed it was part of the moon. It wasn't really a building; it was circular, with 3 floors, but no walls. The entire structure was dark purples, blues, and blacks. There was a person in a costume standing on the topmost floor, leaning on the fencing.

I walked around it, looking at it.

The dream ended when my alarm woke me up.

Vividity: 8.5 / 10
Awareness: 11 / 15
Dream Length: 10 minutes