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23:50 bedtime, a bit late but OK

00:00 Saturday 2014-03-08 competition #17 night #8, LD #24 (FA)

05:15

1) flying in to Country1, I'm flying over landscape, I land in a large building complex up high. The Country1's have set a trap for me, but Country2's commandos have prepared a way out for me. I make my way back through Country2's front lines and clasp hands with a young Country2 officer and exchange some words of greeting/thanks.

2) Calling S2 on the phone. I'm on a tent on the lower level, and S2 is sleeping in a tent on the upper level on an out door platform. Then my wife and I are going to go to him and check on something, to check on his reading progress, I try to call him while I"m walking up the stairs with my wife to give him a head's up that we're coming to him. We reach him and he tells us the books he read are on the table under the coins. There are about 4 books on the table and a 5 inch tall stack of coins are placed on top of them. One of the books is really think. He said he'd just read portions of that one.

F1) I'm calling someone and saying that the weed was AMAZING (IWL I don't touch drugs, weird), that was some AMAZING stuff!

F2) buying a Honda and waiting for it, other people are waiting for cars to emerge from a building where they've bought them.

F3) S2 is with his friend S, S2 has his shirt off, he's air-chopping with a katana, S is telling S2 he's doing a good job.

Can't get back to sleep.

06:00 out of bed, eat breakfast
07:00? BTB

between 08:00-09:00?

3) FA LD #24. I'm in and out of sleep, dozing for a long time, seeing dream images start to work and then fade away, I see several times what appears to be a wall of bathroom tiles, so I imagine I'm in a shower or the bathroom. Eventually I get up to use the bathroom, I'm using the toilet in a bathroom where the walls are white tiles, after finishing I turn away and head towards the door at the opposite wall, my head feels really heavy/dizzy/drowsy I think I should get right away back to bed and I'll certainly lucid dream. I realize this is not my bathroom, this is a false awakening, I'm dreaming, then I'm awake.

11:44

F4) Horror Hotel -- I'm walking around a bed trying to make it and pull the sheets across, the staff are talking amongst themselves and saying that they can't imagine that I would be staying here after I've heard all the stories. I think I should go farther on down the road to the next hotel.

F5) Singing up the mountain. I'm walking up the mountain in a big group, I break out into a strong song. I think my voice is pretty good but not perfect.

4) Battling the cyber demon, sliced leg. Lightsaber trident I'm showing it off to a woman before the fight, it has a long shaft, I ignite the blades, they're lightsaber power blades curved like horns of a bull in the shape of a trident they're white. In the fight some guy slices me on my left leg on the side /back just above the knee, I reach down to feel the wound it doesn't hurt, am I bleeding? but I feel a long cut I can't tell how bad it is I look to my hand and I see blood but not a lot it's not pouring out like I thought it might be.

F6) dance with the really tall celebrity women. I have a view like standing partly up a stairway looking down. Very thin/tall women are dancing (and doing handsprings?) in a big room.

5) french crinkle fry / dinner suggestion they say what to eat, I'm on a diet dipping a crinkle fry into ketchup and eating it then want to go out I'll go to keep company but won't eat much. They decide that they're just going to order to go, and I say "no, never mind then" and I leave the group and head towards the door.

Lots of detail lost here, there's a ton more action that's just beyond grasp.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I share the house with my whole family. Parents, grandparents, I even have to share my room with my best friend. Life is ok, just a bit crowded and back to the basics.
One day, my friend and I meet a handsome stranger, who coincidentally looks just like Matt Damon. He seems a bit lost and he needs a place to crash, so we offer him to stay in our room for the night. He is so cute, I realize both my friend and I are doing shifts in trying to seduce him, but he is just not that interested.
The next day he takes us to his hood. It's in a part of town where people are even poorer than us. He shows us a community centre, where people help each other out and meals are cooked and served to the masses. A lady is stirring corn porridge in a giant cooker and people line up to get some. But still, they seem happy, some are dancing after eating, there's nice music, a festive environment. That's when a strange looking group appears. They almost seem like buddhist monks and lamas, with long red and orange vests, trumpet sounds and banners in the wind. Everybody bows down and folds their hands when their "spiritual leader" comes up in front. I am still stunned by the whole thing and I feel genuine devotion, but the guy doesn't seem too friendly. He gives orders for a random selection of the people and I'm caught in the group. We are guided through this festive troupe of musicians and dancers to a sort ot transportation tunnel system and as I walk into it, I feel honoured for having been chosen. But the transport drops us directly into what looks like the posh downtown area, with buildings, terraces, roads, squares, but no people walking around. I find strange, until a white car comes in racing and hitting as many of us as it possibly can. I realize this is a cross between hungry games and mad max. Someone must be watching and having fun as we are killed. But I don't go down that easily. I run, I jump, I do whatever is necessary to escape and at some point I manage to create a trap for the car and he hits and gets stuck at some concrete structure I lured it into.
The driver gets out of the car, pissed, but he just leaves. In his place appear two large guys who plan to beat me up, the old fashioned way. I avoid all their hits and I hit back. But they are both bigger and stronger than me. My hist don't seem to hurt them much. The bigger one is laughing at me, and asks me what martial art am I practicing. I reply that I'm not following any, I'm just using my intuition. He says my intuition will not help me for so long.
That's when we hear a loud noise and we look up. What seem to be two police helicopters, with no helices and joined together by some sort of bridge, draws a circle in the air, passes over our heads and flies in the direction of a huge building in the horizon, which I see now for the first time. It is a big block of concrete and glass windows, with a semi-circular and horizontal highpass on the top pf the building. I know that is the headquarters of the central power. And the helis are going straight into it. But I think "if history taught us a lesson is that a plane crashing into a building will not make it collapse". But the helis were clearly modified and probably contained a lot of explosive stuff, because soon after they crashed into the building, there were a series of explosions that made the building collapse. As the debris are flying in all directions, the few people around start running away in fear.
We run and run, until we leave this dowtown area behind, and cross the hoods, and more people joining the run, and crossing barriers that used to divide the zones. Until some of us reach the most outer area, a place with a really bad vibe, empty concrete buildings with no glass on the windows. I hide in a building for a while, to avoid breathing all the dust that is outside and to have some rest from all the events. but I feel a presence. There's someone patrolling the building and it seems to be very dangerous. I go from room to room trying to keep ahead of it, but I encounter signs of something horrific. Heads and other body parts scattered around. A bloody smell. And then I am at the door of a room where lots of people sleep on the floor, but they don't look quite human. They are indeed a cannibal zombie like pack. I got to be careful not to wake them up. That's when an army of clone androids bursts in and starts shooting all over the place. I use the opportunity to run.
I keep running, I meet again some other people who are also running. We're looking for the outer rim. We're hoping it might be collapsed or defenseless, so we can go out and see what's outside this world. We encounter this giant wall. It seems to have a top, but as we climb, it just continues to go and go and never end. But some clever guy notices something about a technical compartment halfway in the wall. He manages to open it and manipulate it to crash the intelligent system that continuously creates the wall. And it starts opening gaps and we see people down on the ground level being able to pass it through. So we go over it as well.
The other side is countryside and there are still a few remote villages where people live simply and we join them.
I go back for my family and after we settle in this brave new world, in a new house in the country, I watch my mom knitting and making crochet, more peaceful than ever.

Morning March 15, 2014. Saturday.



Sometimes when more precise dream scripting meanders and fails while in the dream state, yet still holds the residual patterns in part, the result can be ridiculous and ironic.

As I have stated before, I do not normally include scripted dreams, as that would be unfair, only ones built with generic affirmations such as “I am the continuity of maximum well-being”, though real-time thought and direct belief and expectation (without a specific phrase) is the most powerful and viable way of shaping a dream.

In this case, twelve multicolored butterflies eventually encircled the area (horizontally) so swiftly that they created a clear impression of a helicopter rotor - in fact, a subtle sound of a rotor was vaguely discernible later on during a transitional period. In such a case it is the dreamer making the dream rather than the dream making the dream self.

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At the beginning of my dream, I am working at the Ford Taurus-based factory as I had in reality years ago. The area seems to be the upstairs lunchroom though seems on the first floor in my dream. Awards are being given out based on service to the company. I am mostly on my own at one picnic table, but there are several other people in the room. Apparently I am in waste management and garbage disposal of some sort and there is a speech of appreciation for my service and how I have been rewarded with a new trash compactor for upcoming usage in my service to the company. (In reality, this is the compactor that exists on the southern end of the building - much scrap went out every day - probably as much as three cars or more in volume - though I never worked in any position relative to that.)

I am given an award in the same manner as a few other people. The trophy award looks like a horse’s saddle stirrup but larger and bent at somewhat of an L-shape, and is somehow pulled from the corner of the wall. It is an allover shiny silver. I hold it but do not comment or speak much.

Later on, people are standing and I think a few more people come in, but then it is more like a class reunion of some kind. I leave the area with a male coworker, as it is seemingly a ten-minute break period. I ask him about who the people are but I do not recall any responses. I ride a black motorcycle through an area that I take to be the entrance to the special location, the Enchanted Forest, which I have often dreamt of in the past, and I ride in at the familiar angle from the original road (about twenty degrees). There seems to be a dirt road at first, which I follow for a time, but then I just steer through various dense areas of the forest. It is very vivid and enjoyable.

The coworker is still with me (probably having been on the back of the motorcycle, as I remember someone else yelling in enjoyment, with a few more stressful yells regarding near misses with trees). I am near some outcrops of rocks and unusually narrow mound-like areas about six feet up, which are climbable. I soon have to use the bathroom. (It is rare for me to need to use the bathroom in a dream if I do not have to go in reality at the time). I get the idea to actually do this from the edge of a ledge whereby there is a small ravine across from a much higher hill (about double the height to where I am) with a ledge of about the same distance up and an even denser forest on the opposite side on the hilltop. I look down and it is like looking into a narrow area between two walls about four feet apart, with some shrubbery, but which arcs out in both directions towards the mound I am standing on.

Just as I start to get ready, I look around and down and notice a large white gorilla has entered the area. I am rather concerned, because, although I really do not want to hurt the ape, I really need to go to the bathroom and do not want an audience. I take out a rifle and notice the coworker is out of reach of the gorilla on a lower narrow outcrop of the mound, but the gorilla does not really seem threatening. The coworker tells me to shoot it in the head. I shoot it in the chest a few times, as well as the forehead and it goes down. However, a short time later, before I am able to relieve myself, it slowly gets up again, opening its eyes and calmly standing up and walking to the other side of the mound.

I am very annoyed. Can a man go to the bathroom in peace? My rifle changes into a sort of simplified machine gun (this morphing as a result of very vague lucidity at this point) and I start shooting at it again, over and over. The noise is not very loud, though, at least at first, but gets a bit louder prior to waking (and it also sounds more like a helicopter rotor). The white gorilla just stands there looking puzzled, not even annoyed or injured in any way. The bullets are so numerous, the area in the air eventually forms a solid but transparent and cylindrical ice-like horizontal waterfall-like effect from me to the gorilla. It creates the impression that I am sending small probes at the creature that apparently either have some sort of healing effect and are otherwise inconsequential. Not once does the gorilla seem angry or threatening in any way. So here I am, shooting and shooting and being inherently ridiculous. So much for a goddess-like indestructible “girl-illa” in a “white gown” in the Enchanted Forest. The white gorilla was a form of the goddess that I did not, for whatever reason, coherently manifest within the dream state. The gun in this case was still (partly as it was scripted, though not as a gun) a transference of energy rather than one of killing, confirmed by the small rapidly moving (and spinning while moving) transparent cylinders.

My sons and I had been lost while hiking. We finally reached civilization after dark, and we encountered a couple of campers and got something to drink from them. Then we said, hey, these are our cups that we lost, did you find these cups?

I watched someone gluing on fake eyelashes. Her lashes looked so heavy. They looked like they're pulling her eyes close. I told her to carefully lift them up a little by pushing the lashes upward. Her fake lashes ended up sticking to her fingers. She had the glue out, already applying glue to the lashes again. I see that the fake lashes were completely covering her eyeliners. She then commented "What's the point of putting on eyeliners?". It's like she read my mind.

Journal Entry Lucid #13 Dream,Lucid, (Comments)
Background:I got up at 11:47pm. I went to sleep around 2:00am. I watched a video about meditation. Before I went to sleep I thought about the trend of having 1Ld/week was going to disappear. I still had hope though. I wanted a LD very much but my priorities were (dream recall > LD). I became happy and delighted about going to sleep. I laid there listening to my favorite tune in a comfortable position on my belly. I said pharse next thing I see is a dream. The song finished and it was completely quite. I kept saying the phrase with content. I fell asleep somewhere here. ( I am sooo happy that I got LD, the whole week I suffered from remembering my dream and I get this wonderful gold mine today I am soo happy.)

Dream fragment 2 from 2:20am-3:56am"":
I was skating in a middle of a busy street. I could hear familiar voices talking about me. They were criticizing me about something. I kept listening then I thought who is it? I turn and I see it was some class mates of mine. They said what's up, and I left. I see my friend LE. He is sitting eating a sandwich. I picked up my board it was a guitar that wasn't quite finished. He said, "that's your board". I said, "yeah I made it all by myself". I don't even skateboard.

-I was now walking in my school parking lot in the back. As I was walking I get an idea to remember my dreams. I thought I know I should tell my life like a dream and make it as intresting as a book. I remembered the previous dream I had and I started to describe it to myself. I then started to describe my surroundings. I hear a chatter in side of a car. I kept walking I see tall grass. I walk down. The chattering has now shifted I notice that

I became lucid and I thought this is a dream. The dream was pretty stable since I just slept. I started to fly immediately. I see the girls that were chattering. One of them I knew the other one was her younger much prettier sister. I hear the younger sister complain about her sister to her mom. I then flew close to their cars. The younger sister flew with me. We went to the atmosphere. I could see the clouds and the sun. I looked at her floating and thought does she know that she is even floating, if I tell her she is would she fall. With that thought I stumbled a little but regain balance. I looked at her and she was facing away from me. I tried twisting to face her on the same level. She turns again. I kept trying, but it disoriented me. I didn't know what direction I was in up down or anything. She said females are the polar opposite to males. I said oh that is why you did that. While she was talking to me I blew some air on her face. She got blown off for a couple of distance. It also got colder when I did that. We went down and landed. She took me inside a house. She looked so independent from me that I thought about the idea that she don't realize that she is in my dream. I said to her how do you know this is reality? she laughed at me. I said everybody laughs but nobody questions. I did a cheap RC. I counted my fingers, and I plugged my nose, I did them with partial awareness. I walked through the shutters. I wanted to use telekinesis. I wanted to lift the house with just my mind. I put my hand out but then I got attacked. I see two ninjas they jumped and tried to hit me. They were extremely slow too. She told them to stop but they didn't listen. When I wanted to fight them it was like I automatically knew mixed martial arts. I punched kicked and dodged them. I stopped and I realized that I was loosing lucidity when I was fighting them. I became too involved. They launched at me again. They grabbed my hands and I tried to remove them. I couldn't rub my hands.

They let go of me but I lost lucidity. I started walking around. I woke up inside of my car. I was so happy I had a LD. I looked for my DJ. I couldn't find it. I went outside. And I started looking for it. I kept telling myself the dream so that I won't forget it. My memory was sharp. I see a car drive by. My grandmother was in the car as well. The people from the other car came inside my car and started taking my mother's stuff. I stopped them but they told me they had her permission. They recognized that I was acting strange so the women asked me what was I doing before they came. I told her that I was looking for my DJ. She became excited and asked me to tell her my dream. I thought I could tell her the LD that I had but I would have to explain LD to her, and she may not like me. I looked at her arms and I thought about how weak she looks. I wanted to tell her to make her feel strong and powerful. I stared into her dreamy hazel eyes. Mesmerized by her beauty someone else drove the car. We were now walking. She asked me if I thought it was fair what the Ukrainians did to their old president. She told me a gruesome story. We were walking in rubble of destroyed building like Syria. I responded by acknowledging what they did was wrong but it lets dictators know that when freedom is token freedom from the people, the people will rise. No amount of power can over come the will of the people, the collective.

I see a camera man recording something. He turns around and starts recording me. I tried to hid. He came to me and told me that it is already too late. I walked away. He started smoking. I started talking to an artist. He made a poster and I said nice to him. Then I see another artists drawing and i said nice to him too. The other artist said, "that compliment was for me". Jokingly I said, "what do you have it copyrighted". He said yes it is owned by (his name) which I don't remember.



Became lucid by: DILD (awareness not RC)

Me and another girl were up on a raised platform, doing our job of receiving and distributing goods.

She’s embarrassed because we’re wearing colored underwear, no pants. I show her that you can change the color by changing mine to a light blue.

The plot changes. In my place is a guy with longer hair. A group of others were looking up at him from somewhere below. They come up onto the platform.

A video of the guy’s life is playing (there was no TV though, I think?). He’s a bit embarrassed as it plays through his earlier years. There’s a narrator or commentary, one of which was ‘when he got his first dom…’.

I feel like the group were idols or something and the guy was going to become one.

Inspiration: Changing color comes from me working on editing in Photoshop. Idols is ironic because I saw this news later.

Non-lucid Dream #55 Dream,(Comments)
Background: I meditated for a while. I did a WBTB.

Dream fragment 1 from 8:30pm-11:47pm" Water mayhem":
- I was doing something on a mountain. I picked a mountain and I went towards it. I was a white man sitting in a room a dinning room. I noticed that he experience the world in a different light. The blue and the yellow were expressed in his eyes. The world looked beautiful. I picked up a toy shark. This sparked the interest of a little kid. I gave him the shark and I tried to leave.

-I was now on top of a helicopter landing area. It was on a tall building. *object transformation it got shorter when I looked back. *environmental change It looked like the docks now. I see helicopters landing. A lot of people started running for it. I tried running as fast as I could but it did me no good. I tried to run into the boat house and then I jumped. A girl was in front of me. I landed nice and safely on her butt, more like i bumped into her butt. *environmental change, I was now in a room. I saw my friend so I talked to him.

-I also had a dream about a test. The teacher gave me my test back and I see writing all over it. She put different point value possible that I could earn. I asked which point will I get, but she didn't respond.

I woke up and I stayed up for some time. Then I had a LD which I will write separately. I woke up after wards and I stayed up for a couple of minutes and I went back to sleep to get these dreams.

Dream fragment 2 from 4:40am-6:50am" Unwanted Attention":
-I was in the school. They were celebrating something. I see paparazzi everywhere. I tried to avoid them since I don't like pictures. I went up some stairs to do something but I forgot.
-My sister was playing in some body of water. She was terribly annoyed by this man. The man walked up to me and asked me if I could help him. I said sure. He wanted help in music and music reading. I tried to remember the rules but it was such a long time that I couldn't bring it up. I tried again and again but I kept on getting something wrong. I thought how strange but I didn't take it any further than that.

I have been getting lazy lately. I may not post like I used to.

Possible Dream Sign:
Object transformation(x1)
environment transformation(x2)
Context

I'm driving through a familiar IRL location, semi-lucid - aware I'm dreaming but still just automatically following the dream storyline. While thinking about this being a dream, I go fully lucid and remember a lucid goal, one that involves traveling to a particular building, so I set out to find it. I'm at a crossroads, and I think to myself, oh look, there's the road that leads to that place! I drive down that road for a while, and the scenery gradually stops resembling IRL.

Eventually the road curves, and rather than turning with it, I drive off the road, directly through a dry yellow bush, although it gives my car no resistance at all. I drive through the forest for a while, without a road, and I pass construction crews - men in hardhats, bulldozers, and a vast number of tree stumps that they've cut down. I begin to have trouble with visuals, things start going black and I worry that I'm waking up, but I'm able to clearly see a tree branch against the sky as I drive up a hill, looking upward, and I keep focusing on that vivid image, wondering why I can see some things and not others.

I exit the forest, away from the construction crews, and am now at the top of some rolling hills covered in green grass. In the distance, I can see a blue building flanked by white pillars, and I decide that must be the place I've been looking for. As I get closer, I see that it seems to be a school - which is not what I'm looking for - but I keep heading for it anyway, figuring it'll work out when I get there. I cross a bridge, and looking down I can see some land covered by a thin layer of water far below, a sort of web-like network of tiny streams. The place I'm looking for has a vague connection with water, so I think of this as promising.

I park in a small parking lot, a good distance away from that building. You have to walk from here, this place is the official entrance. There are a few other people around heading toward that building too. I hear sea birds. Over to my left, the opposite direction from the building, there's a low wall; I walk over to it and look down into a bay. I can smell the sea air. The bay is filled with fish - some of them are on the rocks instead of in the water, but they seem fine with this, and I have the feeling it's a visual trick to allow me to see them clearly. Similarly, there are giant versions of some sea creatures that would normally be much too small to see from this distance. I think of this as something like an aquarium. I can hear triumphant-sounding orchestral music.

I walk back to the entrance that leads to the building. The 'entrance' mostly consists of a large wooden message board with various things posted on it, including a place where people have left written messages about their visit to this place. I look it over briefly and continue on the path towards the building. At the other end of that wooden board, someone's left a backpack behind. As I look at it, I realize I'm waking up.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a man who's conducted a study of the languages in his country, who's so far cataloged over 300 languages and dialects. He's currently walking down a dirt road with a lot of foot traffic. Ahead of him, some people are setting up a kind of gate. A man who he's meeting here arrives through that gate, accompanied by a small escort of soldiers.

Now that they've met up, the soldiers move on ahead, leaving the researcher and this man a little separate. One of the soldiers says something to the man, and he starts to address him as 'my captain' or something similar, a title involving rank, but he catches himself after the 'my' (or the equivalent rather; this wasn't in english). This man isn't his captain (or whatever the rank was) anymore. Both the soldiers and the man are a little sad about that, though none of them show it, but walking together with the researcher rather than with the soldiers sort of rubs it in. He'd served with this group of soldiers for a long time, and he was just recently forced to resign from his post due to something that was revealed about him. It wasn't any action on his part; it was some inherent quality that he had been unaware of, something he thinks of as something like a taint, although as a disembodied observer, I believe it's not actually a bad thing in itself, whatever 'it' is.

Addressing the researcher, he identifies himself as 'language group 246' - that is, although he doesn't expect the researcher to remember him, they've met before, when he'd participated in that researcher's survey of dialects. He takes some food out of a bag - a corn cob sliced into halves - and he offers one to the researcher, who's surprised but accepts. The man is reflecting on the opportunity for conversation with this researcher now, versus with the soldiers he used to command.

test

Wow, what a night....
3 LD's...and 2 DEILD's...
I have so much to write and so much recall, so I will just skip the non LD's and get straight to the good stuff.
I'm writing this in first period on my phone which pains me because I want to put a lot of effort into this but I'm just too eager to post.

My first LD of the night left me needing more. I was sitting in darkness looking at a wall when I just realized this was a dream. Suddenly I'm in my bed trying to stabilize. This turns into a nightmare. Satanic creatures approach my bed growling and snarling, and I create light with my hand to fend them off. I try to yell to the dream "Take me somewhere else" but my words sound like they are under water. I begin to float up and I am trying to fly away, but the dream is too much... I awoke around 4 AM, determined to have a successful LD. What I got was a step above what I was expecting.

After 2 intense non LD's... I find myself in my room standing up. I realize this is a dream. On my way out to the front door, I stabilize the dream. My feet against the cold tile couldn't feel more real. I remembered in my last dream I was having trouble teleporting, and thanks to BrandonBoss, I tried a technique to teleport. I passed my hands through my front door and suddenly I'm on the other side, but I'm at the beach. A mix between a grass park and a beach. Already happy and confident, I decided to try my step task of advanced flying. Within seconds after takeoff, the wind and g-force were pushing against me at hundreds of miles an hour. I land, and start the lose the dream- so I perform a DEILD.
When I'm back in, I decide to teleport again. I spin around and I'm in a courtyard with a fountain, which is nice because I wanted to do some water bending. However as I decide to do something different- I fade out into blackness.

The next dream I remember, I am in a parking lot next to that same courtyard. I become Lucid again. I summon some pieces of scrap metal, and some cars. I expect these pieces of metal to be explosive, and I blow up a car by throwing the metal at it. It's awesome. I walk around and see some people by the fountain- and I remember something Robert Waggoner did... I turned around and said "When I look back- there better be some beautiful women" and there are. But as I'm taking a look at them, I notice one of them looks different.... this is when stuff turns up a bit... her presence awakens me- but I re enter the dream again. She's the only one there now. She looks about 20, sandy blonde hair. She has the body of Lara Croft and is sort of dressed like her. She wears black, and has on a backpack. I approach her with the intent to satisfy my primordial instincts but she stops me. "Whoa whoa whoa- back dude dude" she says.... wow. I ask what's going on and she says "listen- I am somewhat very important" and then she starts giggling. I've never encountered a dream figure with such intelligence. I ask her what her name is- and mind you this lucid sequence was my longest one so far, so it's hard to remember everything... but I think she said her name was "Ba Berper". I asked her what her middle name was and smiled... she rolled her eyes and smiled too as if she knew this was the TOTM, and said- "I don't have a middle a name". When I got distracted by two girls to my left, she disappeared. As a result of not paying attention to the most sentient being I've ever come across in a dream, I lost lucidity.

I woke up, sweaty, and stunned by this amount of progress I've made. I can't remember everything due to all the dreams I had last night and my sloppy DJing, but hopefully you guys enjoyed this read. I hope to have much more experiences like this.

14.03.2014

Looking for a Gas Station (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m driving just fine in this dream, and the environment I’m in seems to be within the Cypress neighborhood I used to reside in years ago. I’m concerned about the amount of fuel left in the vehicle, and proceeded to look for the nearest gas station that wouldn’t try to rip me off.

Even though what happened before this dream was patchy, a mini-flashback slides through my awareness that a gas station was selling gas for $3.15, so that became my median price to look for. I’m on the left lane, and was speculating whether or not I should take the furthest left lane to make a left turn, but I decided to stick in the lane I’m at for now.

I wait for the stop sign, and a few vehicles are in front of me. I take a moment to glance over the atmosphere, and it’s the perfect kind of day honestly. Light gray skies, not too hot, nor too cold, and it almost feels as if I’m on my way to heading home.

I eventually arrive at the gas station that was beyond the stop light I previously was around, and the price showed up as $3.19 for gas on a Red sign that was probably 100 feet or so in the air. The number and “$” was portrayed through the same format you would see in an electronic scoreboard.

I turn to the left into the entrance of the gas station, and now the dream shifts completely. There isn’t even a gas station to begin with, only a fairly large building that’s probably 5 stories high. It consisted of dull dark colors, and tinted windows. I go inside, and I’m lurking around trying to find a gas station in a building.

Eventually, I presumed a room I’m entering would be where I could get some gasoline. I don’t know how I could deduce something like that, but I just let it happen naturally. A room to my right seems to have a lot of people sitting down watching something, maybe T.V.

So I go inside, and I slowly walked in, looking around to the right to see if there’s another pathway to take, or if I should stay where I am right now. One noticeable dream character was a blonde male that looked like he was in his mid to late twenties, and he was wearing a basic light gray shirt with blue jeans. His beard seemed to mix around dirty blonde, to almost a light brown color.

I believe I asked him on whether or not this is where we would wait for gasoline. He nods, and states (paraphrasing):

“If you’re expecting to meet your girl on time, this might take a while.”

Before I could even make a response as to how he knows what I’m doing, even though I don’t know where I was planning to head after getting gasoline, I noticed two people having a conversation to the left of me.

I couldn’t see the individual that was closest to me, because their back was facing me. But I could see the other person, who looked like Alan Harper from Two and a Half Men. I believe he’s wearing a striped orange and white polo shirt, and is probably wearing Khaki or milky light brown pants with a dark brown belt.

He looks at me for a while and smiles, and I’m curious on whether or not if he can be a reliable person to ask where I could find gasoline instead of having to wait in this room where other people are apparently waiting or gas.

Alan Harper goes back into focusing on the conversation, and I can’t remember what happens next.

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14.03.2014

Sharon Newman Fiasco & Samuel Jackson is Making me Chop an Office Box (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Things start out in a warehouse that’s fairly packed with metal shelves with random objects. The atmosphere of the dream made things too dark to bother with observing the environment around me, so I don’t know if those shelves were filled with boxes or anything. To the right of me are a series of windows, which is pretty much the only light source illuminating the area for the time being.

I’m only spectating what’s going on in the dream, but I see Sharon Newman in white bath cloth with another man wearing the same as well. The guy definitely doesn’t look like anyone she’s going with in the show at all, and he seems to be around 30 years of age. He has short blonde hair, and has a few rugged features surrounding his visage.

They don’t seem to be doing anything other than probably having a conversation with each other, and then to the right, someone seems to be heading their inside the warehouse, and they look like Nicholas Newman. He’s wearing a brown jacket that’s only going down a few inches under his waist region.

He comes inside the warehouse, and it seems now I’m fluctuating between perspectives of the spectator view, and the guy that Sharon Newman was just with. Sharon Newman turns around, and seems mildly surprised that Nicholas is here, and I believe she starts flashing her body in front of him for a few seconds.

Nicholas looks at her, and then shifts his face diagonally, almost as if he’s slightly bothered on what’s going on. While I’m trying to validate whose body I’m in, Nicholas eventually leaves, and Sharon does the same after a few seconds. Now I’m positive that I’m inside the body of the Blonde guy, but there’s still some doubt.

There’s a table right behind me (I was mostly facing the window to the right), and it consisted of a gray metallic texture. The dream shifts a bit where Samuel Jackson in his Avengers attire arrives. I freak out for a bit, since his expression seems like he has ill intentions in mind.

Not that kind of expresion

He takes out a sword, and waves it around for a bit, which intimidates me even further. I feel as if he’s making threats at me, but it would be difficult to recall what he stated exactly to me. But then he sits down, and offers me the sword. I take it immediately, and I proceed to follow his instructions, seeing how he doesn’t seem to have an ambition to attack me.

Between us on the table is an office box, you know, the ones with the oval cut-outs for handles on the side, and the square box top to cover it. It has a purple top, and the box itself is white with a few black fonts and thin lines near the top region on the sides. Based on how Samuel Jackson’s gestures, he seems to be instructing me to start chopping up the box. I hold the hilt tightly, and things shift into a first person perspective. I raise my arms, and I proceed to make my first attempt of slicing the box.

The box itself is surprisingly durable, but I’m able to almost make a clean slice. Samuel Jackson instructs me to keep going at it, and I proceed to go through trial and error of what kind of strength I would have to apply to completely cut through the box. The box is sturdy, and seems to never shift an inch, no matter how hard I tried to slice and dice it up.

After that, I can’t remember what I did next.

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14.03.2014

Saving Someone & Bypassing Guerrilla Soldiers (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was way too long for me to get time to expound on it, so I'll just give a brief breakdown.

• I'm with a few dream characters, and we have a goal to save someone that's apparently prisoned in some kind of guerrilla infrastructure
• I take the initiative to go inside, while the others apparently play their roles
• We somehow managed to rescue the individual(s), and I have to find a way to get out without alerting the Guerrilla Soldiers that seem to be similar to the models in Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory
• I’m almost at the rendezvous point, but I have to observe 1-2 soldiers movements to avoid taking the wrong move and being caught
• After being patient for few minutes, I take the opportunity, and I believe I escaped
• Throughout the dream, feelings of adrenaline, fear, and having to control that at the dead of night within the dream environment were the main challenges for me

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14.03.2014

I Almost Hit a Child while Reverse Driving (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Even though this was a dream, it was a close one that the child wasn’t injured at all.

Anyway, before I get to that, things start out where I’m interested in buying something. I don’t know what I have in mind, but I presume I don’t have money for the time being. Wherever I was heading, I was probably following a relative of mine to a food store.

I glanced over an electronics store on the way, and wanted to get a particular advice that was probably some kind of memory storage, or something of that nature. After a while, I’m left alone, and I proceed to going back where I parked initially.

While I’m going back, a female with dark brown hair (or maybe black hair) comes to me, gives me $100, and leaves. After absorbing how shocked I was from this generous act, I contemplated on who that particular dream character looked like. She looked like she was in her mid-twenties, and was wearing a dark colored sweater where there were vertical seams, along with wearing blue female jeans.

I’m not sure what I was going to do, and I had an urge to go to the electronics store, but my recall of what happened next is bad. All I know is that I’m back at the vehicle, and I wanted to prepare to drive out. I unlock the vehicle, do the usual thing, start up the engine, and wait for a while.

I noticed that through the rear-view mirror, there was an African-American female walking by with her child. The older female had a crisp and vibrant hairstyle with dark brown colors, and a hint of lighter golden brown dye as well. I believe she was wearing a light milky caramel jacket that stretched all the way down to her ankles.

She was wearing dark clothes underneath the jacket, probably dark violet for the shirt, or at least the shoes, I don’t know precisely. Her child was wearing a light blue shirt with dark blue dots everywhere. She was wearing some kind of cool related color, maybe violet, or blue. She had a pompom hairstyle as well, and I shift my awareness at looking through the rear-view mirrors and side mirrors as well.

Unfortunately, the moment I try to reverse, the vehicle is slightly out of my control. It backs up, and then swerves to the right, and then straightens out so fast that I worried on whether or not I rammed into anyone, especially the child. The vehicle stops, and I set it on park, and I quickly get out of the door, panicking and wondering what in the world was going on just now.

Fortunately, the child and the mother are safe, but the mother is very angry at me. I didn’t know what to say other than slowly trying to calm myself down. She starts saying random things, and she stated she would call the police or something, but after a while, I just went back to the vehicle since I didn’t injure anyone.

I don’t know why the sudden change in demeanor occurred, though it was probably just because it was a dream all along, and there’s no need for me to fixate on something like this. The dream shifts where there’s a random series of me standing near the middle of a turning area on the road. Then there’s one where there’s an African-American female walking with 3-4 children.

I can’t remember anything else for the dream.

It was so long and and don't recall all the scenes. I'm also tired so I will write only activities concerning the competition.
I start with the long ones:
(I did flying reality check in the most of them)

5. Ld - advanced league task and lots of others stuff
I'm lucid in the small house. I try to telport to the wonderland and meet the mad hatter. There are lots of small houses and I try it 24 times. After the twentienth attempt it teleports me to the desert. I come back to this lovely small village. After 4 attemps more I see the table in the distance. I go there. There are some curiosly-looking flowers around.It does not look like the Wonderland, but atleast something. I see small cups and fairytale animals sitting at the table. I see this fat rabbit/guinea pig with the big brown eyes and a small pink hat on. This must be my mind image of the mad hatter. I ask him: What are your dreams like? Nothing happens. I tell to myself: How the hell I will make these animals talk? Cmon talk to me! What are your dreams like? I feel crazy. And suddenly he replied with his small pink lips: And yours? O_o Hmm, okay, well my dreams are about the fat rabbit/guinea who is speaking and by the way that's you. He says something very vulgar that I don't remember. Well okay, this task is done.
I'm out and I see lots of things on the meadow. I try to lift up one of the things by my telekinesis ability. It works. Now I try it with like 15 things. After like 5 minutes there are in the air.
I go to a small house and try to do wall walking. I try it for 5 times and I just can't go thourgh. It so solid that I'm unsuccessull.
When I do stabilization technique, not because the dream would collapsing, just for fun and practice, Stephen Laberge spawns behind my back. He says: You are not doing it right, look at me, this is the right way. I ignore him and go away.
I look on the small village and I try to change the color of the houses. I do it successfuly.

6. LD dinner with my exgf
I'm in a train. I become lucid. I fly away from the window. It is raining. I land on the ground and focus about the weather cahnge. Nothing happens, it's still raining. I jump in the air and just try it there. If the flying is possible, I can do weather change. I focus hard and the rain suddenly stops. I focus on the sun shine. It is warmer and sunny. More more and stop, this is my perfect weather. I don't know what to try next. Why not to see my exgf and have a chat and dinner with her? I miss my exgf, so I summon her. Take her with her hand and go to my just summoned restaurant. We sits there and eat food on the table. It's delicious meat and vegetables and drinking wine. I know that it is just the dc so I examine her face. She looks slightly different but it is her. We drink wine. After like 10 minutes conversation and eating (fully lucid) We become kissing each other and have sex in the restaurant full of people. After it she says we should do this more often and thanks me. I know it's not really her and I do have new gf now but I feel pretty happy. I do some others activities and then I start to be worried about my real body, if it is okay and I'm still able to return it. I tell tu myself NOW WAKE UP! And I wake up.

4. DILD
I'm in the camp. Some one steal my digital camera. I'm pissed and looking for the thief. I meet 3 girls and ask thme if they haven't seen anything concerning my camera. No they reply. One of them start to kissing me. And suddenly they are naked and having sex with my. I become lucid, becuse I've never have sex with more than one women. I finish the started jobs and go away. Doing stabilization and flying RC. I see the thief of my camera. Now I know that it is just a dc and dream camera, but I'm still little pissed so I do telekinesis on him and throw him toward the large rock. I pick up the camera and try to do in dream photo. It's cool It's pitty that I can't post it here )

3. DEILD
I'm deilding from previous dream. RC, stabilization and this lucid were only about improving my flying skill in the clouds. It was like 12 minutes of hight speed flying.

2. DEILD
I enter back to the dream room with brown walls but I dont remember what I did there. I just remebered that I was lucid and tell to my self that I must remember this. I know that I did RC and stabilization

1. DILD
This was classical dild. I tell to myself that I will remember this lucid, but after those 4 upcoming lucid I have only fragments from the first lucid. I can recall what I really did there so no points for lucid dream activity.

I had some super powers from Fairy Tail, I only remember a tiny framgment, shooting fire out of my fists.
Dayum although I got some nice points in the competition none of them was really from a quality lucid dream. All my dreams of the past few days are very unclear and totally out of focus. Most of them it is not even like I'm in them, I am just vaguely seeing what is happening. Very annoying. ARGHGHGHGH!!! DARN IT WHY IS THIS SO DIFFICULT

uhm. apologies in advance for what will surely be a truly enormous post. I'm recalling so much, wooo. In fact you know what Imma use spoilers. That'd be cool. hoo yeah.

Important Note
When I woke up I found myself going over the dreams I had, and then I had a sudden flash of realization: remembering all my dreams was what I was SUPPOSED to do! It was an odd feeling, because generally the part of my brain trying to recall and record my dreams, and the part of my brain that stores the memories, are painfully separate. I'll recall pieces of dreams at random throughout the day and think on them as if it were perfectly normal, and then, almost in the same train of thought, be wondering "what did I dream about last night?" Same thing happens in the morning, where I'll idly think on my dreams, and then the moment I start to get up, I remember my intent to write dreams down, but I've already half-forgotten everything. But this time I connected the two! Or something! I don't really know how it works!

Dream 1 - My First Job ?? 8D

Spoiler for In which I land the first job I've ever had in my life and it is in a fancy place:

So, I dreamed that I got a job for the first time in my life, thanks to some dude (maybe my old bus driver?). I remember being sort of surprised and nervous about the fact that I had, indeed, got the job; it was one of the first things that happened. The setting was a very luxurious ... entertainment something-or-other, maybe a restaurant or maybe a theme park or some combination thereof. It was entirely indoor, climate-controlled, with a great deal of plant life all around, dim lighting, water fountains, marble, the whole shebang. Sort of a cross between a bio-lab in Planetside 2 and a fancy hotel lobby.

I didn't get to explore it very much though. I presented myself near the front, was admitted, had to put on a cloth bracelet thing that said "BugGirl" (my old name) in blocky embroidery (... it's a certain type of bracelet iwl but idk what it's called), had to do something else for further identification and to make sure I wasn't fired, and then went towards my designated area, where another employee, a girl around my age but probably older, was gonna show me the ropes. I remember that the bracelet had a surprising amount of detail: it really did say BugGirl and I could read it plain as day, see the shape of the letters and everything.

So the girl explained things and then I was off and rolling on my own. The pattern of things wasn't too bad; I remember coming back into work maybe once or twice, and having to re-don the bracelet and other identification, but the dream never actually left the original setting. It was just sort of implied that I'd left and returned. And after my original new-job-jitters I got the hang of things. Woo!

I don't recall what my actual duties were. I do remember a fragment where I climbed a ladder close by where I was assigned, and another where I had to know something about a certain (or some certain?) African American figures in history, such as Sojourner Truth, but I'm not sure why I had to. Also I may have befriended an employee, or that may have been a false memory from the last dream. HMM.

Dream 2 - Coming up with names that sum up what the thing is is difficult

Spoiler for In which I advise a squirrel general to throw away his army against a fearful opponent:

This may have happened before Dream 1 but I'm fairly sure it happened after. But not totally sure.

I dreamed that I was inspiring a Redwall squirrel to throw his Age of Empire-esque units against a truly fearful opponent. I'm not sure why I did this; he was probably screwed.

There's something else I need to remember. I think the squirrel and I may have been friends. We had a conversation outside of me trying to make him attack an enemy he couldn't handle. I'm not sure what we talked about.

There were two different situations in which I got the squirrel-general to rush the fearful opponent (concerning whom I wish to recall more, get on that brain). The first was, the squirrel general and his army were on a bridge in front of a tower, which the fearful opponent inhabited with his own army. I advised him (or half-forced him) into moving his units forward to attack, at which point enemy units came flooding from the tower, with the fearful opponent in the lead. I'm pretty sure we didn't last long. He may have had an elephant or so, and they may have been flying.

There was another situation, and this time we were in a forest. I believe I convinced him again to attack the opponent, and this time we may have all been captured. I recall being rather unconcerned by this, which made sense. After all, I was the one who'd been convincing him to throw his units at an unbeatable force, knowing full well the most likely result, so I was expecting and even intending such an outcome. I'm not sure why though.

Details remain evasive. We may have been held captive high in the trees. I don't recall whether ... contact was made ... with the fearful opponent directly, such as a conversation. I get the feeling it's distinctly possible, but recollection remains low. I wish I remembered more. I'm pretty sure this was a more interesting dream than I'm able to give it credit.

Dream 3 - 7-11 and Andrew and Junk Food

Spoiler for In which I buy things from 7-11 and have a generally good time:

I almost feel like I'm skipping something, but oh well. In this dream, I lived within walking distance of a 7-11, which I frequently visited, spending my boyfriend's money in the process (with his permission of course). He had a tendency to be there already, asleep in the clothing aisle, and I'd just have to walk over, wake him up, and ask for cash. For the most part, I would then spend this money on necessary food items, which may have been something I did early on in this dream, or during the first half. The timing is sort of confused.

The first half, I believe, involved myself proceeding along those sorts of lines, and also observing as a family with two moms and a few kids perused the aisles. One rather young kid boy child thing seemed to really want junk food, and one mom seemed to really need comfort food that was also junk food. Hm.

During the second half, I found myself wandering the 7-11 idly considering the wares, and gradually coming to the conclusion that I wanted to use Andrew's money to buy myself as many treats and sweets as I could afford. The idea was that he'd given me a $20 to buy something that was actually food, and now there was about $15 or more left over. I figured he wouldn't mind me spending it on 7-11 things, even if those things were just a whole bunch of junk food. I think I may have left that money at home, though. When I checked my pocket, I really only had $2. Also, when I went to ask him, I couldn't find him, and the clothing aisle he was usually in had been replaced by a single display of clothing items.

I remember specifically picking up a bag of smarties as something that I would definitely want, which feels good. In some dreams, my decisions feel arbitrary or determined by the dream somehow, but I remember smarties being something I definitely wanted (and one of my fave candies iwl to boot). Hurrah!

Anyway, I think I determined I'd have to go home to get more money or something, and then I ran into a couple people. First I believe I ran into Ben, which was cool. I think we both took a look at a weird flier that explained how, in preparation for the holiday season, everyone had to get used to digesting raw car oil stuff. It was part of some new technology that would feature heavily in the upcoming holiday festivities, and the flier included tips on how to build up a tolerance and stuff like that. And then at some point the flier was on the floor, and there was a spider or two on it, doing their best to climb it but failing utterly thanks to its gloss. Actually I saw spiders a few times. Maybe a dream sign?

Then I ran into a friend from my job in the first dream ?? which seems unlikely. But when I looked at him and tried to remember where I knew him from, that was my conclusion: oh he's that guy from my first job. He was with a girl and mentioned how there was gonna be a parade soon, and how I should sing in it. I reacted to this with ... the typical response that no I do not like to sing no thank you no.

Then Ben returned as I was leaving the store, and we both set off walking home.

Dream 4 - The Helicopter Bus Thing that was not actually a helicopter

Spoiler for In which I'm in the 1319 area and watch a helicopter bus take off:

Lastly I was back in the 1319 neighborhood in broad daylight, crossing the intersection from the Metro station we always used towards the CVS. As we walked, we saw some weird helicopter bus thing; it was supposed to be the newest technology, the reason why everyone was drinking oil for the holidays, though it really looked less like a leap ahead in technology, and more like some unnecessary attempt to prove that completely un-aerodynamic things can be made to fly for no real reason. It wasn't quite the holidays, but whoever-was-behind-it wanted to demonstrate that it could actually work. Also, it was filled with celebrities and/or people that could afford to pay their way onto the thing, which was called a helicopter but was really just a school bus.

Mom and I commented to each other something along the lines of "Do you think it'll work?", and "Well, it's made by [something here that implies faith in humanity and the scientific method], so it should." At which point the helicopter (which was really a school bus) lifted off.

It managed a brief flight before crashing down and burying itself to the hilt, so to speak, in the CVS (which, in this dream, was more like a bank business building boring thing of some kind), maybe about 5 feet off the ground. It remained like that for only a moment before somehow crunching its way through the remaining 5 feet to the ground, and then, now apparently free of the building and following a brief, tension-filled pause, tipping on its side. The reason it moved like that was probably because I was paying such close attention to all the people arranged inside, filled with concern as the bus moved and tipped about, and watching them tumble while hoping they didn't sustain any injury. Which they didn't.

At this point I was still heading home towards 1319, and then (timing is confused) I remembered that the guy behind Celldweller may have been on the bus. Or else I just happened to look inside and see someone who looked like him. And I was trying to figure out whether it was actually him, and then there was a brief segment where he said something, maybe on twitter, about how he dresses: lots of black and red and a fancy haircut. At which point I stopped worrying.