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1. [non-lucid]
Me and my Uncle David got sent to prison for something we did (not sure what).
To get inside the prison we had to ride this dune buggy type vehicle we got thrown into down a spiral road going down/up(It had metal wire fencing as walls and there was some pale red and white mats covering the floor), was quite a long spiral, we made it to the end and got out of the car and through the doorway which was sealed by a huge light-grey steel door with black & yellow stripes on the bottom, theirs a guard waiting, he threw me against a concrete wall, David followed me (I think it was my cell he threw me into).

We got let out of our cell, we ventured into a big open field with a market on it (still in the prison), so we went and had a look around. It was a bright glowy sunny day, the grass was green.
(I was myself in my wheelchair as I would be in real life in this scene, this is very rare for me to be in my real life state in a dream)

Times:
Sleep: 12:00 Attempted DILD
Alarm: 4:00 Attempted MILD/WILD
Wake: 8:00 - 9:00
Got up: 11:30

Morning of June 23, 2013. Sunday.



This dream is a strange interesting reminder of a “Creatures on the Loose” comic book I read as a boy…hard to believe really, as this old comic book was the last thing on my mind. However, as usual, there was some “funny business” involved in real life, once again, that I have only verified now after research.

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In my dream, I am at my sister Marilyn’s house. I am, for some reason, living in that house on Loomis street with my wife Zsuzsanna (though she has never been to America). This was where I was staying when I first got a letter from her in real life via the PAIA notice (based in my hometown in Florida at the time) that I answered. A couple local detectives (they turn out to be someone else, though) come by to tell us that they need to get human remains from the ground in the front of the house, rather specific in where they will look - to my left when facing the front door. We have to sign some documents to give them permission. I am not sure whose human remains they are looking for, or how long they had supposedly been there - maybe it is just like one of those seemingly endless in number television shows and movies where the killer leads the police to where his victims are buried. They begin their work, but something is up. Somehow, upon looking at a computer screen that is connected to their operation, my wife and I notice that it appears there are people digging in various x-marked spots all over the world around this time (we view a world map with various prompts and icons), including Africa, Canada, South America, and even Norway. They still may be connected with government, it seems, but they were not honest with us in what they were really looking for.

Even though it was not originally supposed to be such a big deal, we later notice that not only are the intersections at both ends of our street blocked off from the public, there is some sort of weird parade going on. We see two rows of eight girls in red outfits with skirts and silver “tinsel” (in an otherwise western hanging fringe-like fashion) doing a marching and dancing routine on the right (south) end of our street. They seem to be part of some sort of law-enforcement or national security group. They turn around each time to repeat the routine, and continue to block the area. There are only a few members of the puzzled public around, watching and wondering, I suppose. We are then told that no “local calls” are allowed (and apparently no one can leave their home or at least their street for awhile, either). “Local calls” seems to be a big deal for a time - as if they were more of a way to stop (or inquire) about these people than calling elsewhere (but makes no real sense) - however, this may relate to a movie we saw last night in real life called “Buried” (with Ryan Reynolds) - by which the entire movie involves a live man buried in a wooden “coffin” making various phone calls - and somehow having enough air to breathe the entire time - even though he is usually gasping and panting like crazy as well as often using the lighter and having it going - proof the public will watch anything, I guess (I should talk…we watched it until the end).

We are not sure what they are after. Are they digging in various locations around the world to find parts of something to build, or only after one thing in a particular area where all the other spots are red herrings?

Later, there is static on the television that is on but it then looks like the image of a circular rainbow of concentric bands, with a sort of shifting oily effect (when the man says the “forbidden” word or name). The people that were digging are now in our house. One man is in the living room with me and is the only other person around at the time. I ask him what they were looking for and he says something like “Jowiwow” (Jowl-wee-wow), then seems horrified (as you are not supposed to say “Jowiwow” out loud or you will be carried away by a monster). Suddenly, a monster emerges from the television, growing larger, saying in a strange voice “I have come to take you to Krogarr!” The effect of the monster grabbing the man and going back into the television is very interesting - I clearly see a leg of the creature as the last visible part as it grows a little smaller and moves back into the television. There is no fear on my part.

It seems these people are involved in a desire or mission to worship this creature and change the world to their political viewpoint through his help - thus it is government-related after all. Another man comes in, saying “twenty-two is the key” (which of course I already knew for many years now). Unfortunately for him, because I want to be alone with my wife, I trick him into also saying the name “Jowiwow” and the monster comes again (from the television) - with an incomplete line about dominating or domination - “och krogar dominerade förr” (“past restaurants dominate” or something equally silly - unless you use the dream story’s intent which would then mean the dimension of “Krogarr” would conquer Earth’s past or alter history?), and this man suddenly knows he will die as well as the other who said the “name”, the monster a little bigger this time (at one point he even seems to have “friends” living in the walls of the house on “standby” - as the word “standby” once appeared on TV screens or maybe still does).

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In real life today, I tracked down the relevant comic book cover and noticed something interesting. Although it is not the actual date (it is the issue number), it says “13 Sept” - which is my wife’s birthday (if you take “13 Sept” at face value)! I doubt the creature was called “Jowiwow” though; it is probably just the usual fictional word gibberish dreams commonly offer.

Now comes the fun part! Noticing the sequence of the letters K-E-Y (see cover image below), and ALSO seeing the word “to” twice in close proximity (two-two), telling me something (a fractal cluster in numerical form) was going to be there (because of it sounding like that oh-so-funny number twenty-two - which often appears next to the words “sign” and “key” in various forms in many published sources I have seen). Doing a fractal cluster with the remaining letters, I see that it has my wife’s maiden name followed by the word “marriage”.

The word “krogarr” (with only one “r” though) can mean “taverns” (or “restaurants”) and appears with my wife’s name (full form) when doing a Google search - bringing up that same partial phrase relating to an Adobe PDF document (“Local Calls”): “och krogar dominerade förr”…thus this dream combines forms of postcognition with precognition (and likely remote viewing) and otherwise inexplicable patterns.

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Basically I made the mistake of not writing this dream down, I was too tired and couldn't be bothered, I know terrible attitude but I've learnt from it now. So I don't even remember what date I had this dream on. But the following is all I can remember from what I think was a reasonably long LD, so this isn't a very exciting read.

All I can recall is how I became Lucid and the very start of the dream. I was standing on a wooden rope bridge type thing, In what looked like a jungle area. Suddenly I see a lion charging straight at me across the bridge. As soon as I realise I'm in danger I become Lucid.

I stand my ground as the lion gets closer and closer. As it reaches me it leaps off the ground at me. Just before he lands on me I stick my hand out, not touching him, but am holding him in mid-air with my mind. I look at it for a second, then point my other hand at it and morph it into a cute little kitten, and put it back down again.

Unfortunately this is literally all I can remember from my dream, lesson learnt.

There was something about a fandom that I like.. The fandom was probably Sherlock, but don't really remember that part of the dream.

Later, I'm instructed by my mother to prepare parts of certain meals. The other parts have either already been made or are just individually packaged, pre-bought stuff (similar to applesauce containers, although applesauce was not among the meal, I think). The meals are for soldiers and misellaneous other people who live dangerous lives for the greater good. This makes me nervous because I don't really know how to cook at all. The meals always turn out alright, though.

In the same building, my friend is working this futuristic, smooth, white elevator for guests in the building. I visit occasionally.

At some point, me and some other people are walking around a Japanese school. We're walking through a hallway with big windows on one side. On the ceiling is this weird box-shaped hanging black netting. The walls are tan and empty, and the whole place seems worn with age and use, except for the netting. Someone in the group says that they like the school, and I can't fathom why, unless they had gone to the school as a student at some point.

Jun 22-23
To bed 10:30pm
Woke up 6:00am

I remember that I had these dreams or some of them anyway earlier in the night and did not write it down, now I remember bits and pieces.

Fragment 1: i wrote something about integrity, and was told it was off topic. I argued back that integrity was needed for this topic, and was told they would think about that.

Fragment 2: I was a college student and my waking life boss was my advisor/prof. There was something I wanted to get done before class, something administrative, and he objected, and said that coming to class on or before time was essential and the administrative thing could wait.

Fragment 3: My real life friend had some sort of major family event, and I took photos and needed to get them photocopied in color. Was told that I could get this done in someone's office who had a color printer/copier, but I would have to ask them whether it was ok to copy these photos.

Fragment 4: I don't recall much except that a former friend whom I do not have much interaction with anymore was in this dream. We were in some sort of big hall. There was a phone booth there or public pay phone. It rang. This friend, she went to answer it. It turned out my husband who was standing next to me not far from this phone was calling this former friend of ours (more of mine but also someone he had interacted), so now he was calling from his cell phone to this public phone. She had to pass us to go answer the phone. I think she began to suspect something even before she answered the phone. As soon as she answered it of course she knew that he was calling from a few steps away. He thought it was a good joke, and I agreed. But this friend, she seemed more annoyed than amused, I think.

This was a semi lucid dream (on the fringe of regular and semi-lucid). I started off in an altered version of a big arena I know in an altered area. It seemed as if though I was searching for something or just taking in my surroundings. Usually when I imagine this arena, I imagine walking up huge flights of stairs and usually imagine the lower bull area. In this dream I was in the upper bull walking up only 4 stairs and a door leading outside to a similar road I know. There are also two sets of these 4 stairs with doors on each side of the arena that are at the bottom of these steps. I promptly remember being outside after opening the door and wanting t run down a main road I know about 3 miles don the road. My goal is to run to the mile road that I live on. I personally don't think that dreams have goals in mind as much as people think, so I think that my goals slash the meaning of the dream were limited. It's just like having random thoughts made from unconscious connections during the day, the thoughts arise from the connections, there is no specific implicit meaning for the images slash sounds to be there, they are just there because of how the brain runs and makes associations. Yes, you may still say that you are thinking these things for a reason, but then if that were the case than people would be able to better control which thoughts they had were positive or negative and would have better savvy in critical decisions. Besides, people don't ever question what the meaning of random thoughts you get during the day mean, It's just how the body functions based on evolution and dream thoughts are just more vivid. The only thing that has meaning is whether those thoughts yield a process that is positive to you, and the underlying unconscious activity that ultimately controls this decision and how different images, sounds, and physical feelings are linked together.

The second dream I remember of this night starts off with a combined setting of the front porch and yard from my old and new house (which lead into my new backyard uncombined). I am on the porch and suddenly jump into the garden and hop onto the lawn. I start walking and I have the realization that I am in a lucid dream but things still didn't seem to change and I had little to no control. I walk to the backyard (pretty much unconsciously), and look at the fence near the bushes. I decide to hop the fence. The next scene I enter is much different than the one I just left. The sky in my backyard was mostly sunny with lightly scattered clouds. When I hop the fence I am in a Call of Duty map called Kowloon and am falling down all of the corridors and keep falling down several holes which lead to more parts of the map. The map is like a dark blue shade and raining (how it is in real life). I remember being not affected by this falling and actually enjoying it. The map was slightly altered in some places as I was falling and I can only remember a couple parts in which I was falling. One of the parts I was in reminded my of a similar mindset I got in a dream I had a long time ago near an altered area by my old house. The two dreams I had this night were intertwined.

What I can remember was being in this complex with other people, every one was a female there. There were a few who were put on display, like you'd find animals in a zoo. They were all in revealing outfits. None of us thought this strange, as though this was the world we'd been born into and we walked around in a trance like state. One of the females in these displays had just woken up, freaking out. She was speaking in a different language to English although I could still understand her perfectly. She was crying out for her mother, to be returned to her and her home. (Men came over to her then, in white suits to discipline her.) As soon as she cried out I felt something was terribly wrong with all of this, backing away quickly and running off. I got to an empty building, still in that complex, and a man came over in a white suit saying: "Under the knife for this one," and another man came from the door I had been aiming for with a knife in his hand. I backed off quickly, shouting: "No..!" And he followed with an: "Oh yes.." looking pleased, when he and his knife were only inches away I then woke up.

Saturday 6/22/13
Last night bed 9:45 pm - 4:53am WBTB 4:53 - 5:51 I had to get off the sofa a few times, had my view brighten 3 times and felt the LD coming on in just a few soconds, but was disturbed each time, so I just got up and gave up.

DR 12:20am
Military conflict, going on a mission. Someone causing trouble at DV. - These, I must have woken up just a few min too late, because all I remember is feelings that I can't put into words.

DR 2:50am
I'm in an upscale department store buying purple sweater. For buying it I get a discount for buying some very soft pyjamas. Normally they are $500, but now only $400. I decide to buy them for my mom. I'm also trying to figure out, why am I buying expensive things, when I don't have much money. I look at the PJs at home. They have some print like for kids and they do look small. Big colored peacock on the shoulder.

- There is a chase at train depot or lumber yard. It's 19th century and I'm asking a guy with a colt behing his belt to borrow his gun.

DR 4:53am
I'm outdoors with bunch of people. Some kinda camp. We play basketball in the rain.

I'm standing on a grassy area with a small hill. Suddenly a fire starts burning on the ground. I yell at someone to stomp it out. We get closer to investigate. I see guys foot print there and I assume fire was targeted on his footprint. I sense foul play. I dig a little and find 3 small, redish plastic button type of things. And a small jar from same material, that's filled with flamable liquid.

Fragments

first dream , the night before last
A young man looking for me. Needed to speak with me for some reason


second dream last night
I saw the young man in his mid 20s for a minute in a coffee shop with my friends we where all at a table he got up and said find me . OK my friend turns to me and says it is valnetines day . i said no its june not febuary that cant be right besides my husband was sitting right next to me and we kissed before he smiled and said now go help that poor kid out . I spent the rest of the dream looking for him

My family and I were staying in a big, old house for some reason. There were other people there that I didn't know, strange kids. One girl walked around holding a big brightly coloured blanket behind her, dragging it on the ground.

That night, I was in the bedroom asleep, face down. I was awoken the sound of something being dropped onto the table next to the bed. I then heard a curious sounding male voice that was very clear, and sounded like it was in my head. He said "you have a delivery from a mysterious dark figure... a familiar old man". Then I turned and saw three tightly wrapped objects in a pile on my side table. They were shaped like dinner rolls. I watched as a tiny white orb like thing left the room out the door way.

I didn't open the wrapped objects in the dream, but there were three of them.

Dream 1

I'm just walking down the sidewalk, minding my own business, when three or four older guys come up to me and a friend, carrying these thin red sticks that I instinctively know are for butt-whupping. I begin to walk faster, but it's no use because they are really going after us. I think that they were going after my friend. I wait until one guy comes close and I think that I used a red stick. I whipped it right into his stomach and he falls backwards. I stand completely still, a nonchalant expression on my face. The other two come at me, but I easily disarm them use a flurry of moves to beat them back. I feel like a badass. One man advances towards me with a strange, twisted, ruby knife that looks cruel.

Health bars appear in the bottom left corner. I deftly hit one man aside until he stumbles in a heap, his health level shrunk to a tiny slice of red. I turned to a man who came at me from behind. I slap him back with the pole, and his health shrinks to a thin line. I'm satisfied now, but he comes at me and I unthinkingly lightly swat at him with the pole. He staggers backwards, his health line completely disappearing. I reach a hand out to him, "No." I say in disbelief. He falls backwards and lands like a sack of sand, dead.

I start to scream, "Noooooo!" I turn around and can see my friends staring at me, in confusion and perhaps a little fear. See, in the dream I had a rule with myself that I'd never kill another human, and now I'd just killed a man by accident. You could describe me as feeling sorrowful, and agonized because I knew that the man was bad but also refusing to admit that he needed to die. I fall to my knees in the middle of the street, still howling.

I decide to 'redo' the entire situation to see if I can make things end better. Everything happens very similar to last time, as far as I can remember. But the fights moves into the backyard of a house near the street that we fought in. I remember looking at one house and repeatedly thinking that "we were in the neighbor's yard". I took out all the other guys, until just one was left. He was gross, chubby, and reminded me of that guy on X-Men Evolution because I think he was wearing overalls.

I discovered that I had the power to control water, but it didn't really come as a surprise. I was throwing water at him, he was about 20 yards away. I glance at the ground and see a hole carved into the ground, filled with water. I think that I won't be able to mentally lift it all, but I reach out a hand and make a scooping motion. The water flies up and hovers in a big moving droplet, and I realize that it's frozen. It turns a silvery, cold color. I throw it at the advancing man, and he flies backwards. I have a bad feeling, and I think that he was dead. When I look at him he is encased in a block of ice. I feel discouraged. Things didn't end as well as I'd hope, maybe worse than last time.

I sigh. I know that eventually, maybe years from now, the ice will melt and the bad guy will be released again. Then I'll have to deal with him again, since I know he will go after me and attempt murder.

Dream 2

I remember running from my dad's house. I'm on the sidewalk in front of my neighbor's house, I feel very creepy and spooked. I continue onward.

Now I'm in a room which I believe is an apartment. The room is white, and I sit at a table. A guy that I know is to my left, and Girlfriend 1 sits on my right. Girlfriend 2 and/or Girlfriend 3 sits on Girlfriend 3's other side. The guy is talking to me, and showing me pictures that he's posted on Instagram, except the pictures are printed on little flashcards that he has in a huge stack. The pictures are all the quote-y girly kind that teenage girls like to post, except they're about baseball. I feign interest.

He casually leans toward me and wraps an arm around my shoulder/waist. I feel very warm, and I haven't felt like that before. My heart was hot and I felt very at ease, peaceful. I kept telling myself that I needed to shake him off, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I tell myself that I have to, and that Girlfriend 1 is sitting right next to me, although suddenly it feels as if she is one person away from me, as if she'd have to lean around someone to see me. I distractedly flip through the cards and realize that I can't imagine ever reaching the bottom of the stack. The cards seem to multiply, like one replaces the one that I take away.

I think to myself that he must like me, I mean he's got his arm around me! Girlfriend 1 leans forward and becomes very still. Oh no, she's seen us. I feel almost defiant, because I want him.

Bedtime: 1:00 a.m.
WBTB: 7:30
Aids: none
Recall: Medium
Vividness: Medium
Awesome Factor: Low
Feeling upon waking: groggy

Dream 1: NS took me to a party at some strangers' house. The owners were a middle-aged couple. There were lots of people there, but I didn't know anyone. The house was pretty big, as I recall, and it had a large deck. We spent most of the time outside.

The owners had a black cat, which I found out was dying from a disease. (Something that sounded a bit like "cinnamon.") I asked N, who had had a fair deal of contact with the cat, if it was contagious (I meant to humans, but I didn't say it -- it seemed to be clear in the context), and she said yes. I couldn't believe that I would have been brought here, and that all these people would be sitting around/invited to sit around with a contagious animal. So I asked again. And again she said yes.

I became very angry with her for bringing me to this party and exposing me to the cat. Eventually everyone began to move inside the house. We were supposed to spend the night -- everyone seemed to be -- but I wanted to find a way to sneak out. I didn't find the owners to be very hospitable, anyway.

Dream 2 (fragment , post WBTB): I was at some place with long aisles of tables/counters and (I think) computers? It might have been some kind of office or workspace. Almost everything (the tables, ceiling, floor) was a golden colored wood. There were many bouquets of flowers (hanging or in vases) all along the aisles.

An unfriendly woman with pretty short, dark hair was/worked there. I think my dad was with me. I don't know our reason for being there or talking to this woman.

Pre bed: Gingko, l-arginine

Total sleep time: 6 hrs

Dream quality and recall: Very vivid, unstable, hard to recall all details and honestly didn’t notice them as much

WBTB: >1/2 latte, insomnia mostly caused by heat, dehydration and discomfort due to heavy junk food consumed at dinner

Technique: In the approx. 2 hours of insomnia, I faithfully did all possible techs I could think of, including mantras, SSILD, WILD, noticing dreamlets, initially to induce an ld, but mostly just trying to get back to sleep. As I was dehydrated had to drink some water then go to restroom several times, which made insomnia worse.

Dreamlet: some kind of palm tree as it is being painted

Pre WBTB dream impressions: high vividness, flying, friendly dogs in hometown (can't remember anything, just there was some strangeness involved)

Post WBTB LD Pack 1 (DILD+ 2xDEILD): I finally fall asleep, and find myself in a bus in a familiar city. My bf is to my right and there is a woman in front of me with a baby that she is about to feed. To her left is man, just another passenger that reacts to her moving around. I want to remark that there is not enough space for any action but then notice the hand of the man, he is now a woman and on his palm, slightly below the little finger is what looks like an eye.

An eye on his hand? Alarm! This can only be a dream! I am more excited than usual, possibly because I spotted this eye. I keep looking at it with interest. The eye on the hand is following the movement of the woman with the baby. Soon enough there is a whole face on the palm of that DC. It looks really crazy and cool! I am overjoyed and for some reason decide to shout out loud exactly "Dreamviews", this stabilizes the dream somewhat. Then I begin to ponder about undressing when the dream fades, I quickly pass through the void, and then feel my physical body.

I wait a bit and the dream picks up again. It is as if I am following a dream scenario so my dream self is on the way somewhere. This is very close to where I was previously in the bus. There is a small garden next to the bus station, so I am there, trying to hold on to the dream. I concentrate on the ground and look at the ultra detailed and vivid grass. Reminding me of the movie Gladiator, I have a moment of enjoyment touching and playing with lots of beautifully looking grass ears. They have a slight pinkish hue and are not like any grass type I have seen. As I move my hand from one grass ear to another, the dream slowly fades, I go through the void, and am back in bed.

I wait some more and the dream is back, but this time it is super unstable. If I remember correctly at this point I also get some of my dream paralysis, being unable to move my hand/shoulder (right one this time), but I try to ignore it, adjust my posture and it somehow disappears. I am more or less on the same place, I am trying to make my dream body behave according to a fake dream scenario and pretend that I am going somewhere again. On the street, facing a traffic lights pole, the dream is slipping away. I hug/grasp the pole and try to hold on to it, feel it, etc, then remember all that discussion about making out with the dream. I stretch out my tongue and start licking the pole with all might, but initially don't feel anything. I keep on licking until finally there is a distinct sensation of my tongue and the pole is more solid. The dream fades and I am back in bed - I have been moving my real tongue as well!

I decide to visit the restroom and continue with my efforts to fall asleep.

Random lucid fragment: I remember looking at the sky and seeing some strange white transparent ghost-like bird. I follow its flight and remember the other lucid where birds were transparent. My thinking is that maybe this is an OBE and real creatures look like that. I try to interact with the bird by calling it, exerting some kind of dream control on it.

Non-ld: Some kind of a FA, in our bedroom, with bf and Angela Merkel comes in. I am very happy that I will finally have the chance to ask her a few questions about her meetings and the state of the world economy. My memory is vague, but we talk about something, the dream fades and I wake up.

Struggling to fall asleep again.

LD Pack 2 (WILD + 2xDEILD): Because of the going in and out of the void, my memory is really elusive with this one, although it was very vivid and each part lasted a while.

I find myself in what vaguely reminds me of my ex-room. My boyfriend is sleeping in the bed. I notice that it is kind of dark (but not totally dark), so more out of habit than rational thinking, I head to where the light switch is, find a different looking light switch, give it a bit of a thought "What am I doing, expecting the room to become better lit after using a dream switch?", find this absurd, but turn on the light nevertheless. There is a slight change and some more light. It's ok. I am in mischievous mood, so decide to wake up my bf's DC. No way this DC puppet is my bf, it looks like him but I know it's not him. On with my task "assign a lucidity DC", I engage in a long talk with fake bf DC, explaining to him that he should keep on reminding me that this is a dream. He looks kind of dumb and doesn't respond anything and there is something creepy about him as well. I am starting to have regrets about waking this DC up. There is also some aggressive buzzing, some object is pushing me just next my right foot, I can feel it there, and really don't want to have anything to do with it or the fake bf DC. I look down trying to brush the small aggressor away, but there is nothing there, just my clothes and body....the dream destabilizes, passing throughout the void....I remain still.

Back to the same room, but of course it has changed a bit. It is on the ground floor and leads to an inside yard. One other thing that is worth noting is that I also heard some music playing in the background while in the room, it stopped while in the void, and then resumed with the dream. It is bright and sunny outside, autumn hues lit by the sun. My mood reflects the scene and the scene my mood. I am holding a bottle of coke, wonder whether I should leave it, but notice how much better I feel with my hands around an object. I continue walking, there are residential buildings surrounding the yard and it is raining and sunny at the same time. I want to have some fun with the rain, enjoy the scene. I lift up in the air in exhilaration, this lasts a while and as I am midair the dream fades and I am in my bed.

I know what to do, I wait and then wait some more. This time it is harder, but the dream comes back (same place). I feel my head touching the branch of a tree. It is as if I landed on the tree with my forehead. I shortly wonder whether this sensation may come from my physical body, but dismiss the thought. On the ground now, and happy to be back in this nice place. I notice a puddle and sure enough there is my reflection staring back at me. My dream reflection looks great, smiling, and my hair is just perfect. (It rarely looks that well styled irl) Naturally, I am impressed by this and especially by the flawless hairstyle.

Then it dawns on me that this was TOTM and I remember CL's comment that it seems like I always try to do all TOTM in one dream. At that moment, I am super confident that I will be able to do all the tasks even if the dream interrupts. The problem is I never memorized all 5 because of my task flexibility goal this month, so I try very hard to remember what they all were. I remember that with the dinosaur egg and look around. The yard is merging into an open room with all kinds of junk objects on the floor. I am looking for an egg. There are two balls, and one changes to have the hard surface of an egg and elongates slightly and there we have it - a perfect red egg the size of an ostrich's egg. (Finally some positive side effect of dream instability). I put the egg under my butt and start hatching it, holding it with one hand. It cracks and I expect something to come out and then of course the dream destabilizes and I am in the void in a strange position and feeling my body as well. I wait and wait but nothing happens this time, so I wake up and try to remember as much as possible before it fades.

Counted as 2 Lds (official) and 1 micro ld (info only).

PS: Writing this whole thing took much longer than dreaming it.

I have recently started to lucid dream,and to say not that good at it yet. Often i am fully aware that I'm dreaming, but don't always have the ability to control major things outside of myself, sometimes I do others I don't.
Well i was having a dream where I was on a country road that being a dessert terrain and mountains in the background. There were two ongoing telephone poles going down the road anyway there was a raven in the middle of the road just walking around so I chose to run up and scare it away. It worked but then 10 flew down a little ways away so I ran up to them and scared them away as well. Then hundreds and hundreds came flying around my body pecking and hitting me with there wings at first, but then they were slashing at my flesh ripping pieces off,I fell to the ground trying to push them away. I was able to control a bit by forming a ton of pressure around me to push them away but they soon overwhelmed me tearing off whole limbs I could see the blood gushing. The pain was aggonising I could feel it all but wouldn't wake up i felt the blood pour from my head.Out of the corner of my eye I could see were the ravens were coming from. It was a man in a black cloak from head to toe the ravens appeared to be flowing from the cloak,he didn't move but I could fell the power coning from him it was threatening me like it was trying to say leave or else,I felt the helplessness of being alone and powerless while he contenued there assault. When they finally killed me I sat up in my bed flaying my arms around trying to block the ravens, when I realized there were no ravens I clutched my chest and couldn't breath. I had cold sweat couldn't breath and felt like my chest was going to explode, This has made me weary of going lucid anymore. Why had the pain followed me into reality,Why had I lost control of my dream and why did it feel like all the power I had left me,and should I keep lucid dreaming.If you can answer my question that would mean alot

06-22-2013 -- [OK, talk about involved dreams in a short bit of time ... was drifting off into a nap at about 3:30 today, but was kept from it by a friend texting me at 3:33. I glanced at the text, but ignored making a reply because I didn't want to distract myself from drifting off to sleep. Something (possibly a knock on the door, but I'm not sure) woke me up at about 3:55, and I had this whole dream in my head. So it was all dreamed in under 20 minutes, possibly significantly under.]

I'm walking through a sort of cross between some sort of mental hospital and a live version of Runescape with my friend Dale, and I think we're on some sort of a quest that I can remember dreaming about before, probably two or three years ago. People are running around and yelling and screaming, making noise and being odd [as little kids keep doing outside my motel room in real life as I am trying to nap] as we're making our way through the maze-like corridors, grumbling about having no guidance and no maps.

Eventually I find myself in a wooded area out behind the building, where I can see the entrance to a familiar-looking graveyard with five graves in it. I know I have to go inside and help the grave digger get the right bodies in the right graves, but I find I can't walk normally. Somehow, even though this is live and not a computer game, I have to push the right keys to walk shorter or longer distances and in different directions. But with no keyboard and no memory of what keys, I'm completely lost. In addition, the graves are only 2 or 3 spaces apart, but the distances I can move are 5 or 8 spaces or something like that, so it is a big puzzle to figure out how to make the right spaces in the right directions to get in front of each individual grave so I can figure out who is supposed to be in each one. [The controls are kind of like for a game a skull ball.]

To make things worse, there are also little bits of sparkles around, and bits of glowing, circling dust, and I come to realize that we not only have to solve this puzzle in the 'real' Runescape world, but we also have to find a portal where we can switch into the spirit world, where the puzzle will be even more difficult, and solve it there, too. [A throwback to the Spirit of Summer/Corporeal Beast quests.] All with no maps, no guides, and just the vaguest of memories of trying to do this before and failing.

I finally give up, and just try to sit down on the short stone fence surrounding the graveyard and rest for a few minutes, but as I am, a cheerleader comes running past, screaming her head off, and as I start to recognize her as Claire Bennet, Sylar comes running behind her, still trying to cut her head open to gain her powers, and I have to try and help her to get away safely. Soon I find myself running through what halfway seems to be the kitchen at the Hickory house, except that there is a sort of a group therapy session going on here. As we rush in, Sylar is halfway behaving himself, pretending to be an ok person, and some crazy old lady is asking me if I am going to tell her any more stories about the psychotic watch-maker, and I am shushing her, trying to keep her from cluing Sylar in on the fact that we know who he is.

I'm trying to get him trapped in here with the oddly powerful and helpful patient who I suspect isn't really a patient, but about that time, somebody makes an announcement that 'Monica' was thrown out a few hours ago for 'telling lies' (ie the truth they don't want to have known), so it seems we aren't going to have any assistance from an angel on this one. Soon find we're chasing around the corridors again, and my friend Chris has joined us, but I don't seem to want him to follow me, so I run into a corridor that I think leads back to the door where we entered the building, but it is now very dark, and he turns out to be afraid of the dark, so doesn't follow me.

But somehow it seems to lead to somebody kind of leading me to bed and telling me to go to sleep (with hints of some kind of mind control in there, forcing me to forget about all that has been going on, and making me want to sleep) except that the door to my room is open, and all the lights have been left on in the room and the hall, so I get up again and start to wander around to try and turn off the lights, which somehow starts to awaken me once again to what I had been made to forget.

[And on top of dreaming all of that in 10-15 minutes, when I woke up, I was no longer tired. A 10-15 minute nap that was that filled with a crazy dream was enough to wipe away my sleepiness.]