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During day: (RCs + DS)x10

Total Sleep Time: 7 hrs

Dream recall method: D1-D4 – keywords in notepad; tried to recall D3-D4 somewhat when going back to bed; D5 –straight to tablet after final wake

Dream1: I am back to our first home and live with my parents again. It is late night and I just came back from somewhere. A former classmate has organized a meeting at 12:10 (evening), so I want to go there. I tell my mom that I am going out, although I know she won’t let me. She doesn’t say anything and I take this opportunity to leave as fast as possible. But instead of that, I start preparing to go out and it takes me a very long time, I go to the restroom two times, and it’s 12:50 already. I finally leave and hope that my friends are still there. They are meeting in some kind of a bar where they serve sea food. I head in the direction of the place and try to call the organizer of the event.

Dream2: I am in our first home again, this time in my room. It is dark outside, a few lights are on. I am in the bed with Cal Lightman. He looks terrific, there is not a single wrinkle on his face, a perfect radiant complexion. I feel attracted to him. Since the light is on, the neighbours can actually see me, so I go to the window to block the view of whatever may take place in my room. I can see that there is someone in the nearby building that may actually be watching, so I try to adjust the curtains. That’s not easy at all because the curtain is constantly changing and does not cover the entire window. Once I am satisfied with the result I go back to the bed to Cal, but he is not there anymore. I see an inflatable boat on the floor. It starts to self-inflate and I try to hold it back from expanding in the whole room.



Fragment3: I am in some kind of disco bar most likely with my boyfriend and some unknown DC friends. I start mixing the drinks. I order twice an “amaretto” drink which is more like an alcoholic chocolate mousse. I pay in banknotes that I lay on the table: 20, 10, 10. I have left 2x10 for me, which should be enough to cover another round.

Dream4: In some house with my bf. My mom is there as well. The agreement was that I can sleep over in my bf’s place, but instead I change my mind and decide to spend the night at my parents’ place. My bf is somewhat disappointed but I tell him I will come by in the next few days.

I am in a large building that has been made to accommodate a museum. I am wondering which floor to go to. I see a large painting on the wall and the signature of the artist or some kind of title. I read it out loud. My mom corrects me and pronounces it with two different accents “Exhibition of the composiccion”??? [end]

The alarm wakes me up, 1 hour before my final desired wake time. I visit the restroom, note key words, and have an average desire to lucid. I go back to bed, trying to review the last dream but I fall asleep.

Dream5 [DILD, ToTM]: I am in my old place and am looking through the window. I see some guys carrying a strangely shaped case, I am almost sure that there is some kind of weapon in there. I look back to inside of the room and suddenly become lucid. My bf is sitting on the bed behind me, but I pay no attention to him. I feel a bit as if everything is submerged in invisible water. I look to what is in front of me and a small dog appears in the room. It looks like pug breed type and it moves around really fast. I find it hard to follow it with my gaze. It transforms and is now another kind of puppy with brownish fur. I remember I should try to interact with the dream, grab something, so I grab the puppy and caress it a bit. Then I remember that I have to eat something for ToTM. [IRL I thought it would be easier to lick something, but completely forgot it in the dream] I look at the puppy, which is quickly transformed into some strange kind of meat left-over, and I wonder if I should eat the puppy? No way I eat that puppy, or whatever it is now! I get slightly distracted as next to the ex-puppy leftover is some wool thread and I have a strong desire to thought-lift and make it twirl around. I focus my eyes on it and try to move it, but I feel some resistance. I manage to move it a bit but not the way I wanted, I give up.

Still with the eating ToTM in mind, I look frantically around, I need to find something to eat and think of going in the kitchen to look for something. At that point I turn around and I see my bf eating bread. I think, bread ? Too plain, but whatever! He holds the very last piece in his hand. I tell him not to eat it. He mouth-feeds me the piece of soft white bread and I chew it slowly. It tastes like bread. I become very suspicious because of the intensity of the flavour and start thinking that while I am dreaming, my real boyfriend could really be feeding me with some bread and laughing at me. I ask my dream boyfriend if that is the case, but he denies.



Since I am still not awake I decide to do the only other thing I remember – try chanting Om. I go into another room, this is a completely different place now. I am by myself here, there is something wooden and green maybe the window frames, 2 lamps hang as low as my chest. I try to chant omm, but some shriek-like sound comes instead. I feel like this is not going to work. I hear another sound and then see the door to the apartment moving by itself and banging as if moved by the wind. Perhaps I should close it? But then my expectations start to build and I know something or someone is behind the door. Some DC quickly enters through the door, initially the shape of my bf, but it is not him. I don’t want to have another chase ruin the LD, so I try not to pay too much attention to him. At that moment 5-6 DCs enter, behaving a bit menacing they are walking towards me. I try to change my expectations and their reactions. They kind of slow down a bit and are somewhat more manageable so I am pretty happy with that.

I walk out of the apartment, through the door and find myself into something like mall or maybe inside a big store. I see a section where they sell semi-precious stones, some one-piece bracelets made of stone, like jade. I really like what I am seeing. I am starting to lose control over my own actions, perhaps being too happy with the dream. The DCs are following me now as I make a few steps while staring at the precious stones section. My subconscious turns on the music and I start singing a song cabaret style “Lucidity, the dream is fixed, lucidity” and joyfully march a few more steps. [end]

The dream collapses and I find myself in darkness, closed eyelids. I remain still and try to DEILD but can’t reconnect. I begin to feel sleepy so I decide to wake up before I forget everything. The dream memory feels more evasive that usual and I barely manage to hold on to it.

Final notes:I am confirming the best time for my DILDs so far is the last hour before final wake (with 7-8hrs sleep). Today I allowed myself an hour sleep to possibly LD instead of my somewhat successful snooze DILD experiments.

Another thing I find important to note is stabilization. My DILDs last long enough and there is really no need for me to rush like a crazy monkey, compromising dream stability and later recall. Next time: take it slow!

I was waling along the street of Cardiff Bay thinking about my boyfriend. His hand appeared in mine and we walked together for a while. Then I had an idea and pulled him into 'my' T.A.R.D.I.S and we time travelled back to ancient Rome. When we arrived I grabbed a sonic screwdriver from the control and we exited the blue box, walking the few feet into the Colosseum. I sent my boyfriend up into the stands, thinking of the task of the month and made my way towards the arena. A fight was just finishing so I slipped my way to the front of the little waiting area thing that was basically a cave underneath the stands seperated from the arena by a metal cross-hatched gate.

The fight finished, massive cheering occured and these gates lifted, signalling that one of us was required to enter the arena. I took my chance and grabbed a sword on my way in, placing the sonic into my pocket for later use. Our fight started and I remember sighing deeply, the guy I was against was massive and had it been a normal fight I would have been dead within 10 seconds. I raised my sword to meet his attacks, our constant to and fro-ing going on for about 5 minutes, one of us always countering the other's attacks until I got bored and pulled my sonic out of my pocket. recieving a blow to the arm in the process, and pointed it at the guy, freezing him in place.

Putting the sonic back into my pocket I jabbed him with my sword before slicing his head off, causing a massive uproar to be heard from the crowd as I hadn't waited for the emperor's blessing. Dropping my sword I sprinted over to where I'd left my boyfriend and dragged him towards the exit, both of us running like mad to avoid being caught by everyone chasing us. We quickly got back to the T.A.R.D.I.S and shut the doors. Setting her into flight mode and returning to modern day.

This dream took place in school again. Except this time it actually was my school. A few changes on the layout of classrooms, but it was more or less an accurate depiction of the place. It started in math class, not really learning anything, as per usual, because my teacher is incompetent. Just sitting there, talking to one of my friends in that class, and my eyes begin to hurt, and my vision ever so slightly worsens. Then I went to chemistry. Talk to my two friends in that class, and look in a mirror for some reason. My eyes are bleeding. Not like, blood pouring from my eyes like tears or something, more so the veins were leaking. What the actual fuck. I need to do something about it, tell the teacher so I can get the fuck to a hospital or something, but she doesn't care. I'm freaking out by this point, I'm not sure what the hell is going on or if I'm okay, or if it's even that big a deal. Either way it's terrifying, and between classes I freak out to my friends. Then back to math class. Accepting the fact that I'm not going to be excused from classes to go find out what the hell is wrong with me and do something to fix it, I put my head down on my desk and sigh. Then, for whatever reason I didn't want to fall asleep on my desk like a normal person, I decided to fall asleep on the desk behind me, so I leaned back, got into an awkward position, and woke up in the same position. It was a rather scary ordeal, but I wouldn't necessarily classify it as a nightmare. Or maybe I would, who knows? Also, another dream with no appearance of either tulpæ.

took:
- no 5-HTP before going to sleep
- 0 dose galantamine + choline
- no Piracetam when I got up
lucid dreaming: 0 lucid experiences
note:
- had a problem with the ZEO headband slipping off last night, this is the first time this has ever happened, so no chart today

Ok, so last night was a weird one, I fell asleep listening to binural beats, when I say fell asleep I was actually trying to WILD and I was experiencing hypnagogic imagery, I kept myself on the border of sleep and consciousness for quite some time until I found myself dreaming, but aware of the fact, however no matter what reality checks I performed I could not get lucid, I guess this may have been a false lucid, I was running through corridors with the feeling of being chased, no so much by people, more by hands in the dark and a feeling of dread. I tried the finger through the hand, trying to fly, holding my nose and breathing, even reading posters on the walls that appeared as soon as I thought I needed something to read and all the time I was aware it was a dream, but I knew I wasn't lucid, at one point I woke trying to push my finger through my hand IRL. I don't understand how it is that I knew I was dreaming, but didn't become lucid or if I was in fact lucid, it's nothing like what I expected, it was poor quality pirated VCR at best -

Spoiler for Spoiler for you youngsters:

I actually use to have one of these...!

Finally I fell asleep proper.I dreamt I'd gone to see my aunt, who passed many years ago, I had to stay in a hotel or hostel, I put all my belongings in my room, including my cash and cash card and left to go to the bar. I met a young girl and we hit it off straight away, the dream turned erotic, I wont go into detail, use your imagination, but for some reason, my aunt took offence to this fact and started to kick off that I'd come to see her and all I wanted to do was fuck every girl I could find, which I found amusing to the point that I couldn't stop laughing, she rallied a large group of people up against me and we both had to leave in haste, we jumped on a bus thinking it would take us out of there, but then it turned out it was going right back again. I decided to take control of the bus and entered the cab, there were no controls whatsoever. I figured it out that the true cab was above the one I was in and proceeded there. The door was locked and when I tried to gain entrance, the driver stopped the bus in the middle of a roundabout where the police were sat, not doing anything in particular, just chatting to some people. They saw the bus jerking back and forth as I tried to work out the controls, but did nothing, just sat and watched. Once I figured out the controls and started to drive away, I realised I'd left my cash and card in my room and stated to all on the bus that we were going back - apparently it was a hell of a lot of money - to which the girl I'd enjoyed earlier had objections to. The passengers weren't happy either and so I had to go it on foot.
I don't like to disappoint you, but the rest has gone, just remember waking up to my alarm.

I went back to sleep as I'd set the alarm for my partner to get up early not myself and I dreamt again, in and out of conciousness, but I have no recall.

I wanted to get the first part down more than anything, if anyone has any opinions about what I experienced, I'd love to hear them, as I said, the whole time it was happening I knew I was dreaming, it was almost like a successful WILD and falling at the last hurdle, getting up and falling again and again etc.
I've tagged it as both lucid and non lucid as I really don't know.

Cheers,
Nicho...!

in the first dream i am logging back into the neopets account i had when i was like, 8.

in the second dream i am taking a bath, but the bathroom and the adjacent hallway soon fill with several inches of water. on the floor of the hallway is writing in finnish.

I've visited this place before. It's a vast water park, it is all you can see in any direction for miles, and is so large that there are hotel rooms on every level. I'm following another girl around the park, we reach the water slide that goes down to the next level. I think of how nice the cool water will feel. She's standing on a platform next to the slide, there's a swing bar that you can use to give yourself more speed going down. She gestures for me to follow and smiles.
"Wait...I have to go to the bathroom." I turn to the wall behind me and there's a convenient bathroom nestled in the corner. It's on a swinging door, there's grids of 1 inch tile in random patterns on the inside hall. There's a really confusing twist. I thought I'd gone into the women's bathroom but straight ahead I see a door with a wooden sign that says Men's Room. I back track and see a hall branching off to the left with a sign that just says "YOU" on it.
"Me." I agree, and take the hall, and the door at the end. I can't decide if the room I find there is a bathroom or a hotel room. There's a bed, but on the left-hand wall the carpet meets straight with white tile. On the tile is the strangest toilet I have ever seen. I can't even figure out how I'm supposed to use it. The bowl is flush with the floor, and the handle is also on the floor ten paces in front of it.
My friend comes into the room and decides that we're here to rest. It seems that this is a hotel room after all.
"There's someone bringing our bags, we can head back out in the morning."
I really need to use the bathroom, but I don't want to while she's lookin' at me. That's if I can figure out how to use the toilet. I turn around and examine the contraption again. With the lights on it looks dirty. There's a crusted mess of what I will kindly call mud on the back of the seat, and cobwebs are strung all over it. Maybe I don't want to use it after all.

I remember another part where we were picking up our bags. A long dim hallway, an orange-pink rolling suitcase. A brown toiletry bag. Hmm. Now that I think about it the hotel parts were familiar too. I guess I have a 'hotel' set in my brain to go along with the amusement and water parks I've visited.

Definitely improvement there, even though three were rather short, i got lucid in each dream, 1 WILD, 3 DILDs.
It also was pretty confusing with the number of FAs and i couldn't recall non-lucid parts in much detail.

Nap #1:

I wake up in bed, knowing that i am dreaming, furniture placed differently and my bed is much closer to my PC apparently, before i can move i wake up properly.

Nap #2:
Dream 1:
There was some stuff going on in my room(can't exactly recall what), interrupting my WILD attempt, but i eventually go back to doing it.
I wake up in bed, the room looks different and i know i am dreaming, i take off headphones and binaural beats still playing, confirming that, but then i wake up, but go back to nap after memorizing recall.
Dream 2:
Again, family distracts me from my WILD attempt and i was fixing some machinery, which we had a whole wall of(not IWL), then there was some video game and i went back to WILD attempt.
I wake up in bed, the room looks different once again and i know i am dreaming, i take off headphones, binaurals beats still playing, i get up and look around, the room is not just different, but positions of some furniture and exits are mirrored, i go to the balcony while rubbing hands but dream fades out and i wake up, memorizing recall once again and the going back to sleep.
Dream 3:
I am still there, attempting the WILD, the room is different but i don't notice it in dream, at one point family coming through the room and talking about something, then i just fallen asleep.
I go through a number of weird sensations and then i wake up in bed and i know i am dreaming, but for some reason dad is on me and tries to stop me from getting up, i take off headphones, and i am still hearing binaural beats, confirming the dream. I shout 'Get off!' at dad a few times, each time in more commanding tone, and eventually, on fifth shout, he gets off me saying something along the line 'Yes, yes, goodnight' and i thank him for letting me go.
I go for the door, and open it, but then realize that this room is not mirrored and that i opened the wrong door. I go for the balcony door while rubbing hands, not working well, i shout 'Stabilize!' and dream gets more stable and i can see very clear. I ram the balcony door, but i unexpectedly end up just phasing right through it and gravity gets low. I start flying and i feel wings. Everything looks weird, like, dreamscape just don't gets 'rendered' after certain distance, but my sight is very very clear. For a second i kinda forgot what to do, but then shortly recall that i need to practice transformation into a dragon. I shout to get more confident, and my voice echoes around the dreamscape. I fly near one of the clouds, which were pretty low down, and i can see my reflection, my wings big and black dragon-like and i am happy that i finally got them right, i attempt transformation but dream starts fading and i wake up.

04/04/13

The Future Told
I am in a strange place, a place I don't recognize. I look around to see where I am and I see I am not alone there. MoSh is there with me. He is looking out over a river, gazing into the distance. I see some spotlights come on in the distance, and I head in that direction. MoSh follows me. I have no idea where I am going or why I might be there. It turns out that there are spotlights shining off of a small building, and the lights are shining right on Jake and Oy. The lights don't seem to indicate anything, however, as nothing happens. Maybe they were set off by motion sensors. Jake finally moves and approaches the building. I faintly hear it asking for a password, which Jake first gets wrong, but then he supplies it. The door opens and he disappears inside. I have no idea what I am here for, but I get the idea I should stick around for a while. It isn't too long before a man and Andy approach the location. The motion sensor lights come on again, highlighting the two newcomers. I wonder if Jake and Oy have gotten somewhere safe. I pull MoSh closer to me and tell him we should check on Jake, just to be sure we aren't there to get him out of trouble. He doesn't seem lucid. I think it would be a good idea to have a cloak of invisibility like the one on Harry Potter.

I pull the cloak out of one of the pockets of my Assassin's robes, though the pocket looks too small to hold the cloak… and then I put the cloak over MoSh and myself before leading MoSh towards the building. I get there just in time to see the man and Andy disappear into the door. Before it closes I slip in behind them, pulling Andy with me. I briefly wonder if Andy's sensors will still be able to see MoSh and me even though we're under the cloak… the door clicks closed behind us. I can only hope not. I see no sign of Jake or Oy. Apparently they have gotten to safety, so all MoSh and I have to do is stay out of the way. The man makes a report on some kind of computer, Andy makes noises that sound like an old fashioned modem that is on its last legs… It seems the man is being coerced into doing something he doesn't really want to be doing, though it's not enough to get him to tell what he knows to someone and try to put a stop to it. Andy and the man leave, MoSh and I sneak out with them. We wait outside for Jake to emerge and then follow him as he sneaks back towards the house where he has been staying with his friend. Jake seems a bit distracted, and does not notice that Andy has doubled back. Just as Andy is about to round a corner and spot Jake crossing the river I decide it would be better if he found me.

I drop the cloak of invisibility and call out to him. When he questions my being out in the middle of the night I tell him I sometimes have trouble sleeping, and the sound of the river helps. He eyes me strangely. I think maybe to distract him with a horoscope since he seems to like those. I ask if he'll give my horoscope. MoSh is now standing beside me and says he also wants his horoscope. Andy cheerfully agrees, or at least he sounds cheerful. I see Jake round the bend and look over at MoSh and me, Andy is facing away from him. He freezes briefly and then continues quickly as Andy is giving horoscopes. I am not really that impressed with his horoscopes, though a couple of the things he says are relevant… he recognizes that both MoSh and I are from a very long ways away, though I am not sure if he means farther than the others or if I am just assuming because I know it to be true. He says MoSh will meet a tall and beautiful stranger… which sounds like what he has told the others. He says nothing about a stranger in my future, though says I already know a figure in the shadows that I am destined to be with. He starts to go but MoSh distracts him this time, asking about the tall and beautiful stranger. Andy says it may take some time but it will be worth the wait. And things are not always what they appear to be. MoSh wants a better answer than that, Andy seems to want to go. Andy now says he has a horoscope that says we will be victorious against the wolves. I already knew that. MoSh doesn't care about the wolves right now, he wants to know more about the beautiful stranger. Andy says MoSh's destiny is there waiting for him to claim it if he will just reach. In the distance I see Jake disappear into the house where he has been staying. I am now sure he will be safe. MoSh is still talking to Andy but I don't hear any more because I wake.

I was at a clothing store with really bad lighting. It was a bit run down and plain. The owner was already ringing up my stuff when I was still browsing the racks. I watched as she went through the items, there was a golden lace dress, a white dress, a black coat, and a black puffy vest. I held the vest in front of myself and didn't know why I was getting another vest. I looked again and the vest was neon pink and yellow. I placed the golden dress back on the rack since it looked a bit like drapery. I put the black coat on, and it changed to have a black and white pattern, I kept it. I found a pair of light blue pants, with a cherry pattern tank attached. I asked for a dressing room, and the lady politely opened one for me. It felt weird because she was really grumpy before, I thought she got nicer cause I shop here a lot? I tried the pants on, and it was too tight. The tank look more like straps here. I looked up at the corner of the fitting room and found a spider. I ended up wearing the pants and tank, I guess I got a bigger size? -- I went in a classroom, everyone spoke Chinese and I'm the only English speaker. I sat at the last row of the classroom. I told the person next to me that I'm more comfortable at the back. She/he seems to understand. I was really surprised that I was able to talk to a stranger, and he/she understands.

extremely fitful, disordered sleep. probably withdrawal from desvenfalaxine 100mg + other health issues. surreal and vivid imagery tonight. fell asleep for 1st time around 11pm, woke up every hour or so until ~3am, woke up at 7ish and fell back into fitful sleep until mid-afternoon

around 11-12pm
i am upstairs in a version of my house. i realize that my house looks different and suspect i am dreaming, so i do a reality check (breathing through plugged nose). it succeeds and i become lucid. i run outside (it is sunny and beautiful) and begin rubbing my hands together to stabilize the dream. unfortunately, it fades quickly and i wake up.


i had other dreams during the night but i do not remember them.

6-7 am
the entirety of this dream takes place downtown. the atmosphere is somewhat bleak - it's grey and snowy - but the sun is out.

first i am having a debate with Richard Dawkins and a Christian theologist in a parking lot. the debate is on the subject of marxism. many people are watching from the main part of downtown, which is several miles away; the geometry in this scene doesn't make very much sense. dawkins keeps attaching balloons to himself and floating miles into the air, carrying his debate on from the sky. at times it becomes night; the sky turns deep blue and stars come out. i complain to a friend that i can't hear dawkins from up there and she chastises me, saying i should pay more attention.

next there is a new attraction downtown: a massive tower which houses a gigantic transparent tube. you enter the tube and it shoots you up to the top of the tower, then back down. my boyfriend decides to try it. a team of middle-aged women in black uniforms pack him into the tube and i watch as he jets into the air then falls down at an astonishing speed. afterwards he mentions something about "astronaut MILFs".

then i sit down at an outdoor table where a group of unfamiliar people are eating. they arent bothered by my presence, surprisingly. i pick up a menu: some of it is in english, some of it in the Cyrillic alphabet. i decide that the cyrillic language is lithuanian (does lithuanian use cyrillic? i don't know... anyway...) i have no money to order food but the people let me eat some of their food. it tastes delicious: savoury and sweet. the dishes were primarily meat-based. at one point the restaurant owner comes over and asks me if i have any questions. i cannot reply because my mouth is full of food, but i point to an item on the Cyrillic menu for which no price is listed. she explains that this is an entire roast pig and due to the quality of the meat and the preparation time it costs around 900 dollars. she gives me a meatball from it as a sample. it tastes nice. there is a tripadvisor rating in the window of the restaurant: 5.0/10.

later i am walking through downtown with my red-haired imaginary friend from a previous dream. i complain that i am sick. she tells me i probably have problems with my liver and i disagree with some recondite explanation involving the amount of water in my body. as i discuss water the windows of an adjacent skyscraper seem to turn to segmented/striated bodies of water.

finally i am walking behind two men and overhearing their conversation. they are talking about a man who was found murdered in a dilapidated house. an old woman found him, rebuilt the house and made it amazingly beautiful, but she had left his corpse in its original position. these men had been hired to clean corpse secretions off of the furniture so the house could be sold.


9-10 am
i am in a large, disorganized country house in which the dominant hue is deep yellow. several teenage boys live here. at some point i begin writing a short story about living in this place. as i write the story, by narrating it in my head, the scenes play out in my vision.

the opening scene is rendered in Poser-style primitive CGI. a generic model of a man -- hairless, no identifiable facial features, no genitalia -- jerks around erratically within a cubic matrix formed by grey rods which connect red, yellow and blue spheres to each other (think of a 3d molecular model). the background is blank white. there is a soundtrack of erratic, metallic electronic music, something like aphex twin, but more aggressive.

the next scene takes place within the country home and involves the boys. i cannot remember specific events, besides one where a boy accidentally burned my arm with a cigarette and i punched him in the face, but i recall that this scene was very long and involved a great deal of violence + homoeroticism.

the final scene is staged in a massive, darkened room. there are two glowing crystals here, one green and one blue; i understand that these represent Zeus and Hera. one of the boys is here too, floating naked in midair and dwarfed by the dimensions of the room. the crystal discuss various things. at one point a thunderbolt strikes. there is no definitive conclusion to this scene.

the story replays over and over in my head, at least 5 times, in the perseverative manner of some fever dreams. i am very proud of the story i have written -- to me it seems to address lofty, complex themes and it takes me on an emotional journey; i recall being impressed by the complex syntax and clever wordplay of my writing. my story, i believe, transgresses and deconstructs the entire institution of contemporary western literature...

in another dream i am at a swimming contest of some sort. i need id to enter the changing rooms and i do not have id. i try to sneak in through the back door, and i succeed, but i become lost in the maze of changing rooms: there are dozens of different rooms, separated by ages as well as by gender. i eventually find the correct one. i get changed, go into the pool and begin the contest which apparently involves me tackling people while demanding they tell me what subgenre a random metal band belongs to.

the winners of the contest are me & my friend M.M. the prizes are books -- a compilation of Hesse's Siddhartha & Steppenwolf and some imaginary tome of Faulkner's. (my subconscious loves namedropping, apparently.) M. chooses the Hesse book and I am a bit disappointed because I had wanted it (in real life i would have preferred faulkner!). i look inside the Faulkner book and there is a picture of a beautiful blue-walled estate with exquisite Gothic architecture, which takes up the majority of a small island. i am awed at its beauty. this is Faulkner's home, I understand; the island has some absurdly long and comically French name.

Total sleep time: 7 hrs

Dream recall method: obviously none

Note: Yup, I am getting completely de-fragmented

HI: A kind of seminar that just finishes. An old man with white hair comes to an older lady and gently pats her on the back

Fragment1: I am talking to a rasta guy and admire his dreadlocks. He begins an explanation of his grooming procedure. I want to make my hair like his but I think it will not hold in the shower.

Fragment2: I have made a good set of drawings with lots of info on LD. I put them on the window of my classroom but then try to hide them from most of my classmates because they won’t understand.

Fragment3: Something like a beach complex, other DCs are here as well. The water has flooded everything, and I see myself on the sand, in knee-high ocean water.

I was very stressed when I went to bed last night. I had a lot of trouble falling alseep, and I don't remember my dreams. I woke up and was about to attempt a WILD but was disturbed by a friend calling my phone.

I may recall some fragments throughout today, but I think last night was a bust.

Something about airports has always fascinated me.

The beginning details of this dream are still lost in the haze but my first memory places me outside a long building that stretches into the distance on my left side and in front of me to my right. It's perhaps 3 stories tall with lots of windows and corrugated metal walls painted white. I think this is what made me think it was an airport.

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In front of me on the ground is a long run, similar to the ball return at a bowling alley, but thinner and closer to the ground. The opening of this tube/run is small, about the width of a soda can, and can expand slightly like the elastic sleeve-cuff of a jacket. For some reason this seems like a good place to stick my sandwich, though I know it may get sucked through to the other side of the building.

And it does.

I walk into the building which I know must be an airport. The ceiling is low, like a cheap office, and the ground floor isn't spacious at all. Old tiles, old walls, and some cheap potted plants reminds me of an office-scene that was already old by 1983. Still, something tells me I belong here or fit in and therefore no one will mind if I go to the other side of the building and out onto the airport tarmac.

It's noisy out here, windy, and I can see the jetways that stretch out to planes when they arrive at the gate. To my sudden surprise a large plane lands in front of me after passing quickly overhead. It's white with red engines, about the size of a 737, but it's sleek like the Concorde that used to fly over the Atlantic. I can tell it's a very powerful plane and the sleek design suggests someone wealthy owns it.


(like this but with round engines on the wings)

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Like a slap to the face I realize the plane belongs to the Queen (of England) and she has decided to make a surprise visit to Austin. I can't believe my luck that I should arrive at the perfect moment and decided to get past all airport security to be where I am when she arrived. The first thing I think to do is make sure my hair is in place, though the wind prevents from being anything close to tidy.

I turned around to look back towards the doors she will use to enter the airport and I feel sudden anger that my sandwich is still missing. Even worse, the end of the run I placed my sandwich in on this side of the building is buried by junk and bags of garbage. In a near panic I run over and begin moving the bags so they will be less of an eyesore. It takes several minutes but I manage to stack all the garbage in a rather neat manner off to the side, giving the impression that the refuse was placed there on purpose in a semi-neat fashion and should just be ignored. I hope the Queen will pardon the mess.

Where the garbage had been I now find the hole in the ground. The opening stretches easily allowing me to reach in though I don't remember feeling anything. I merely recall being happy to have my sandwich back. I'm so happy I decide to show the people standing nearby (who just appeared to watch me) how easily I can do a forwards flip, a maneuver I've never done before. [B]Being inside a dream (suddenly lucid) I suspect the move will be really easy.

I move forward slightly and drop my head, allowing my body to come over my head and upper torso. Next thing I know I've done a forward roll and I'm marveling at how easy it was to achieve. I think about other things that are easy to do in dreams and I recall some past moments but I attempt no further moves. I think I'm just glad I could do it at all and I suspect I learned it from watching my son.[/B]

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And that's all I remember.

I'll start with my first problem, the other half. She's started moaning about my WBTB routine and how it's disrupting her sleeping pattern - not that she has one, between you and I - and as a result, I've lost a little focus even after experiencing my first lucid dream, although I woke immediately, as I've come to understand is usual for most everyone.
Does anyone know of an alarm app for the Galaxy S2 that only plays through the headphones as even though my phones are in, the alarm also plays out loud and that is what's waking her, I must admit, it would piss me off too, but I can't find any option to change it, thanks for any advice in advance.

Now, onto the dream fragments, I've recently bought myself a new bike, a DRZ 400sm and I've been practising wheelies - IRL - so in my dream, I found myself on the back wheel like a boss. I mean I was in a shopping centre and flying round on the back wheel, up and down the escalators, round the people and through the shops, it seemed to go on for about half an hour and not once did I drop the front wheel, it was awesome, wish I'd got lucid in that one. There was another where I came home and caught my partner snorting drugs and I kicked off with her, I smacked her round the face - I don't hit my partner - and her daughter was there, she called the cops, but when they came and I hid, they both said that I'd left, even though they both knew where I was, weird.

So, I'm going to redouble my efforts as my little taste of lucidity has got me all worked up, just need to figure out how to wake at night without waking her, Joy, I'll use her name from now on as a lot of my dreams feature her. Reality checks are quite exhaustive living with her, so I only ever do them if I've not seen her for 2 hours or more now. Does that sound good to you lot, otherwise my reality checks would just be going through the motions right..?

Cheers,
Nicho...!