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Its very wierd how i dont know if im dreaming or not because i really dont remember them

Morning of September 17, 2016. Saturday.



I am with my wife Zsuzsanna looking at a smoother version of Google Maps that is almost like watching clear film footage. The view is being shown as if driving down Highway Seventeen (now called Cubitis Avenue). I show her where Harold M lives, going south at first, although the orange grove is gone. I see the new fence near where I used to live.

After a time, I am on the scene without giving my transition much notice. I appear to be just south of my old home, but it seems to be gone. In fact, the entire area seems empty except for one shed closer to the highway. The area seems shaped somewhat like an elongated right triangle. I tell someone else how “my house is gone”. However, a short time later, I notice it is actually there, though appears to be some sort of greeting card store with the entrance to the south (rather than west). Although this puzzles me, I have a interest in continuing north to see how things have changed.

I somehow end up at an unfamiliar travel agency in a tall building, near a long counter on the north end of a small room that also features a tall postcard rack, though I am not really interested in a brochure someone gives me. I am now trying to find my way out of the building. I try to go through a doorway, but it seems it is not actually a doorway because it is too narrow for anyone to go through and is more like an open corner of two truncated walls with a narrow glass and metal window. I ask an older businessman how to get out of the building and he points to a flight of steps just to my left. I soon see that one can go either up or down from here. The steps going down appear to lead to an enclosed parking area. I try going up but decide it is probably going to be too steep. I decide to use the front entrance, where I should have left through in the first place.

I soon end up in a similar situation in what seems like a restaurant. This time I decide to go down a flight of stairs but I do it by sitting down and then sliding down on my backside. There is an unfamiliar woman with her young daughter and they also use the stairs but the woman seems confused about where she is going. “Get back here,” she says to her daughter, because the bottom of the stairs opens out into an enclosed street, which I then follow into an outside area. Even though using a flight of stairs in a dream shifts my consciousness in a more perceptible way, I do not become lucid.

I go past an automobile repair shop and filling station. There are four young men, perhaps only about nineteen or twenty years of age, who are working on a car. I think one of them is Brenda W’s younger brother Albert. I then realize that would be ridiculous since he would be around fifty years old by now. Still, he and the others seem cheerful and happy to see me even though I am probably a total stranger to these four. I then decide that I will actually look for Brenda.

“Do you know where Brenda lives?” I ask, giving her full name. They nod happily and say they will show me. Along the way, I notice it now seems late at night. Apparently she still lives in the same house she has all her life. I follow them northward. After a time, instead of four mechanics, they transform into mimes, even being dressed differently with no discernible changing-of-clothes event. I do not really regard this absurd change. They circle around me while making exaggerated up-and-down wing motions with their arms as if they were birds (which in fact is a tertiary dream sign due to the movie and cartoon gag of the circling of birds around the head of someone who has been knocked unconscious, though I do not catch this very obvious clue). They also pretend to be scuba divers and competitive swimmers as we continue along. Eventually, they all hold out their hands close to me as if expecting me to give them coins for their performances.

When we reach Brenda’s driveway when it now seems to be late morning after being late at night moments before, I give one of them fifty cents; two shiny American quarters. He tells me to follow the path to house number eight. They go on their way as I very soon see a metal screen door with the number eight written on it in black with a felt pen. I also see the numbers nine and ten written on the door with a felt pen, but those numbers have a diagonal line (which slopes down to the left) through them (to invalidate their previous implied usage as the house number it seems.

I see Brenda through the window of the screen door. She is sitting in an armchair. To my right, I curiously see, through a row of windows, a row of open bags of cement, gravel, and sand sitting inside the house but I do not think it to be that unusual. They are vertically propped up against the windows on my side so that I mostly only see the tops.

“You can just keep going on to the next house,” she says in her Southern accent and with undisguised sarcasm. She seems younger than she would actually be; about forty. Still, she slowly recognizes me and as she opens the door as I am still standing on the outside steps, I tell her how I am married to a wonderful woman and have five children. This is strange because I still do not have an iota of lucidity. I tell her that I am sorry for not telling her more about things when we were younger. We embrace, but it is not sexual in any way, more as a simple acknowledgement and preconsciousness to waking consciousness transition in liminal space.

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Brenda was usually a verified “stand-in” for my soulmate (Zsuzsanna) regardless of our real-life relationship. She sometimes formed half of a composite when my “mystery girl” was not more clearly defined as Zsuzsanna (before I met her). This dream seems unusual (especially after all this time) as she mostly seems to represent herself as well as my preconscious personification where she only appeared as such in my childhood dreams, and one dream of 1991 just prior to finding out my “mystery girl” (Zsuzsanna) was actually a real person with appearance, unlikely accent, birth date, birth location, and every single nuance (including unlikely mixed ethnicity) being the same since seen in dreams from earliest memory.

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I am slightly puzzled over the bags of cement. They appear near windows and may be a dream sign due to their resemblance to the shape of a pillow (thus could be a play on my pillow being subliminally perceived as being too hard or not of “perfect” comfort). However, gravel, cement, and dry sand sometimes represent low-level dehydration. It could be a mix of both, though I was atypically thirsty when I woke.

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I stand alone in a near desert field and the stars sing to me. Sadly I do not understand their songs.

Feeble recall after 5 hours of sleep that was interrupted multiple times by a dog barking outside.

Hi everyone. I already had a few lucid dreams ten years ago but didn't know what to do with it and therefore I stopped. I was able to have superpowers, teleportation and to summon at the first attempts. Now I want to enter again in this magic works and I restarted my training. This is my dream journal

(early, first/second sleep cycle)

+ martial arts class: teacher critiques my stance ("widen your stance, everyone's laughing at you, stop standing on the last toe joint, stand on the 2nd joint instead!"). I'm trying to copy his double fireball blast movement, it's a pattern where your body moves in a slow circle, with sweeping arm movements that shoot the double fireballs on each half-turn. I'm trying but my movements are clumsy.

+(f) in a room talking to people observing the decor on the walls, there is some transfer in management/ownership happening? I walk by a storefront on the street and the new owners are walking though and planning the remodel there are large (colorful butterflies?) evenly spaced on all the walls.

+(f) standing in group outside, we're getting ready to perform a big run and the guys are warming up on the road

Try to WILD, "mind awake body asleep" mantra, takes me a Looooooooooooooong time to fall asleep again.

(middle)
+ [long] fighting class? Hotel guests are arriving to? Working with personal trainer. Looking through a strange device that includes a sight scope, that apparently measures the amount of drift in your gaze. This whole place is a big club with standard advancement procedures, one of the options is signing up for the food basket and then growing/eating particular things out of the basket as measurement of progress.

+(f) flying into a tiny opening from outside a building in order to get inside, too small to fit into but I know that physical dimensions are not a limit and I fly headfirst into the opening, making a breaststroke swimming gesture with my arms to "pull" myself through the threshold

(late)

+ swimming in cold ocean with friend & wife is on boat, my friend and I talk about the unexpected coldness of the water it's a solid brownish green water with no visibility. Sitting with friends around table MR (current company S) says something about not starting without me but he doesn't realize I'm sitting down on the other end of the table and I say "here I am", <something about the food on the plates>. I'm getting ready to go brush my teeth and I'm naked, I think should I put on a towel but I decide to put on a large shirt/sweat shirt wearing it around my middle instead. I walk down the hallway to the bathroom and I encounter a bunch of girls and guys doing the same, most are wearing towels, but one girl in particular is naked and I'm checking her out, I'm quite surprised at this and I'm watching her walk by and noticing her pubic hair. I enter a room with a committee of girls on it and they all know me and are surprised to see me, this is a small, tight-knit community, I am a person of some significance, I'm happy to be part of this group. They're talking about a guy who is on some sort of scavenger hunt, he is an expert scavenger and always finds his stuff but he's been away for a long time, they're sure he'll find everything.

I was coming back home from school. I invited some classmates earlier to create a group that'd prepare better for final exams. I reached my house, but nobody came for preparations. I went to my room and took a pen and paper sheet. I started writing down some calculations. I written something like 2*2(1-2), and when I looked at it again the equation resolved itself into -2. I thought that it's impossible and left the sheet with calculations on a desk, then went to kitchen. Mother talked about preparations with me.

This was the first lucid dream I've had in ages, and the longest one I've ever had! I was really pleasantly surprised to have this experience without even trying last night

When my dream started, I was watching a looping video of me and two guys posing for a picture on a wooden platform overlooking a cliff. One of the guys is frustrated with his hair and messes with it, which is looped in the video over and over. Suddenly, the looping stops and I enter the scene. Everybody leaves, and I call my mum to pick me up. She comes to get me with her car and we start driving down a typical suburban road. I was just idly watching the scenery go by, when it suddenly hit me that I was dreaming! As soon as I came to this realization I could feel the dream start slipping away, but I felt around the inside of the car to stabilise it and focused hard on staying in the dream. When I felt it was stable enough, I turned to my mum and excitedly told her I was dreaming. Remembering how some people had been able to see cool things by asking their subconscious to show them something amazing, I asked my mum to take us to the most amazing place imaginable. I then tried closing and opening my eyes in the hopes it would change the dream scene, but instead my mum just took the next right and sped the car over a chainlink fence and down steep hill towards a cliff. Luckily, at the last moment I was able to make her steer left, sending the car crashing into a rock and me flying into the branch of a gigantic tree about ten feet off the ground. As I looked around I noticed that in the branch was the nest of some humongous bird and decided not to stick around to meet its owner. I swung down to the base of the tree using a thinner branch, then waited for my mum to do the same. We were now up the hill from a little grassy beach at the bottom of the cliffs. We started walking down to the beach, but as we walked a round furry insect started flying in and out of my ear, biting me as it did so. After a bit of frustration I managed to shoo it away, and we continued walking down. Once we reached the beach, we found what seemed to be strange pit of blood-like mud with a live swordfish sitting in the middle. Instinctively, I put my hand in my pocket to find my phone so I could take a picture, but it seems it had fallen out during the crash. I begin to worry that I'll lose my awareness if I'm not careful, so I ask my mum not to let me forget that I'm dreaming. I then see what seems to be a resort built into the wall of the cliff, with large windows and glass doors. My mum and I go inside, where I find a friend of mine sitting by the window. I see that she has a phone and take it from her, willing her not to notice. I open the phone to find her camera app but end up in her gallery instead, where I find several grainy black and white pictures of me. My mum and I go outside again, but find that the swordfish I wanted to photograph has now disappeared. For some reason my mum then jumps into the bloody mud pit, which starts swallow her up like quicksand. She asks me if I'm really sure this is a dream, so I point out to her the strangeness of our current situation and the fact that only minutes ago she had willingly tried to drive our car off of a cliff. The mud starts covering her head, so I pull her out. She opens her mouth and spits out a mouthful of what appears to be tea, and I see that inside of her mouth she now has a teabag for a tongue. She stops moving, and a man comes out of the resort and tells me that he thinks she's most likely dead. I don't really care, however, as I know she's just a dream character. I then wake up.

I really have to stop being lazy and write my dreams down. Woke several times and thought I would remember a dream then completely forgot the lot in the morning.

Remembered a lucid dream though!!

1) Standing at the end of a park next to a road and realised I was dreaming. I saw some houses off in the distance and thought "if I'm lucid I could zoom in and look at the windows close up", it didn't work. I started walking across the park towards another house in the distance, I thought about myself sleeping in bed and reality seemed a long way off and didn't bother me. I then thought about taking my clothes off and thought that if it wasn't a dream that would prove it because I would get some very strange looks, so I took my clothes off. I walked towards the house and wanted to look in a window to see my face, whilst walking I looked at my hands and I had about 10 fingers on each hand. I saw my face in the window, the top half was a stange green colour and I had a large growth on my chin, it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be so I was happy with that. Then I thought about trying to fly, but couldn't, and I remember that I had done it before and managed to levitate off the ground slowly. At this point I was quite pleased that I had managed to stay lucid for so long and remembered that I should be trying to touch things to improve my lucidity, I think I slipped back into normal dreaming for a moment after that and then woke up.

First stab at an online dream journal. Hope I'm doing this correctly.
4 dreams recalled after 7 hours sleep.

Hospital: Visit niece with heart condition in hospital. Early morning I went outside to see stars peeking out between clouds. The clouds morph into dragon shapes and drift across the sky slowly growing pink in the sunrise. Remember to get back to hospital but am locked out. I climb over barriers and a man made waterfall to get back inside through an open window. I am stopped by woman with a very obese baby. The baby seems to know me so I talk to him for a while. I meet a man who says he knows a friend of my friend, the one who talks out the side of his face and eyes. I don’t know what that means or who is referring to. I excuse myself to go find my niece.

In House Art Class:Held an art class in my house. The living room was too small to accommodate the artists so we moved to the kitchen. It was still crowed so I instructed them all to paint to the music. I went back to the living room. In my fish tank was an actual human skull with some muscles still attached. While it was still in the water I painted the skull yellow. The paint snaked hypnotically in and out of the eye sockets and nose cavity. The fish in the tank all floated, dead, to the tank top. I went back to the artists and they sat there mesmerized. When asked what was wrong they pointed to box. It was full of baby sized human skeletons. I took the box and stuffed it in the closet (literally skeletons in the closet!). The people snapped out of their stupor. Everything felt normal again.

School Games: At a football game at school. Football is mind numbingly boring to me so I explored the school grounds instead of watch the game. I found the track and was going to jog but a shady guy stood watching and seemingly waiting for me. I wasn’t afraid, more or less too lazy to want to deal with conflict. I tried to leave but the football team exploded into the area and nearly trampled me. They kept trying to kick a football over the fence around the track. Their kicks barely affected the football. This was more amusing than an actual game so I took a seat on the grass and watched them fumble.

Reading for a Lady: A panicked lady finds me and asks me to do a reading. I instruct her to gather grass blades, leaves and some small twigs. She does this quickly. I pull a paper lunch bag out of nowhere and place her collection into it. I tell her to clear her mind. Once it is clear I hand her the bag and tell her to shake it vigorously. She does. We move to a sidewalk where she empties the bag of stuff onto the ground. Oddly, a shining silver soup spoon has materialized in the mix of grass, leaves and twigs. “Well there’s your problem,” I tell her while pointing to the spoon, “there’s a silver spoon in your heart where a cup should be.” This made sense to her and she left happily. No idea what my interpretation meant.

Yesterday: Non-lucid- My parents, siblings & kids were with me. We were on vacation. We had checked into a really nice hotel. There were all of these cheerleaders running around because of some local sporting event. My kids were being asses & bitching that they wanted to stay at a different place that they had stayed before. My day was paying so we stayed & it was nicer than the place they wanted to go anyway. Like really nice. The place was over booked & a family was staying at a house beside the hotel. I went out side & walked over there to be nosy. I walked up onto the front porch. These people were really religious & had all of these kids. Kind of like the 19 kids & counting tv show. The father had made some calligraphy light art. It looked like a neon budweiser light or something. I told his wife that he was really talented. But she just smiled. Her kids were artistic as well. The next day everyone was flooding out of the building at once & suddenly everywhere looked like a college campus. Then my alarm went off.

Today non-lucid: All of my dreams were fragments of little people & just plain weird shit. This is my 3rd day of having a fever. Yesterday I was so sick but had to go grocery shopping & was wiped out so bad I couldn't type much cuz reading was making me dizzy. Still burning up today but had to go to my grandson's award event. Now I think I'll go pass out after I make my rounds on here.

Created Friday 16 September 2016

One WILD and a DIELD/false awakening chain to note. Past that, and a non-lucid false awakening in between, I don't recall any other dreams, but who's complaining?

Dream 1 - Start Your Dreams With Minecraft... Or Not

A familiar dizzying sensation marked a successful WILD.

Made a quick call to my dream guide, E, but after half a minute, she wouldn't answer. Had to keep things moving without her.

I decided to transition via phasing. So, I floated up, then landed face-first on the white-covered mattress. There was resistance, but eventually, I went through.

Found myself floating in a blue-tinted wormhole. Oh, haven't seen this in a while. I muttered "deeper" to keep stable. After an exhilarating minute or so, I'm dropped off into a clear blue dawn sky. A look down revealed a hilled forest with the blocky textures of Minecraft. Eh, been there, done that. I flew around to wait out this environment. The visuals got crisper and brighter by the second.

Then, the dream just collapsed.

Scrap Group 1
False awakening in the master bedroom. My young niece, Iris, and my brother, Marcel, are nearby. The baby, as babies would do, dropped her sippy cup of milk on the pile of covers on the floor, making a damp mess.

Dream 2 - Silly Little DIELD and False Awakening Cycle

Scene 1 - Chasing Wildlife
That dizzying sensation again. Yup, dreaming.

As before, I phased through the matress, noticing that I actually shrunk down to microscopic size as I did, and went back into the portal. While there, I called E, who again didn't answer. I asked for her to leave an obvious sign of her presence somewhere if she'll turn up later.

I landed within a coniferous forest. I was skeptical, but a closer look showed much better visuals, real life textures blended almost unrecognizeably with 3D computer graphics in between. Much better.

Floated around joyously for a while between some hedges and bushes. Eventually, I encounter various wild animals bunched up in a clearing. Some deer, a cougar, a couple of boars, and a bear or two. Got curious why they'd gather up like that, but decided it would be more fun to just chase them around. I flew at them, causing them to scurry away with a few stock growls and whimpers. So, I landed, and dashed at blurring speeds after the cougar and a few deer, going fast enough to not tell if I'd warped time or not. The visuals blurred up in between, during which I rubbed my hands to keep things stable.

Then, I stopped, and remembered the tail TOTM, but something distracted me. Ahead of me was a log cabin made of dark wood. I rubbed my hands in anticipation, not knowing what to expect. Things got brighter and more scenic. But, things just sort of fizzled away...

Scene 2 - Egg TOTM - Take 1
False awakining in bed. I regained awareness in a moment's time, confirmed once I was able to see through my room past my dark grey covers.

As before, I flew around and tried to shrink and phase through something, the white ceiling this time. As I did, I remembered the egg TOTM. Thought it best to sound some appropriate music for the task. I chose track 6 from Dyna Brothers, which played almost instantly on its own. Anyway, an opaque, spherical white space soon wraps around me. Once I noticed, the area is filled up with tranparent, bubbly liquid. This must be it. I tried to both chop down and telekinetically smash the boundaries, but nothing seemed to happen.

Cue an unknowing transition.

Scene 3 - That's A Fancy New Room I've Got...
A series of non-lucid false awakenings. Each time, I'd wake up in a heavily altered version of my bedroom, complete with a hallway and its own bathroom. Some of my siblings and perhaps even my niece and nephew show up, the former speaking of some real life concerns.

Scene 4 - Getting Anchored in Bed Again
Another series of false awakenings from which I gained awareness. I repeatedly try floating and phasing into another place, only to end up back in bed. Each time, I'd try an alternate approach, such as using different walls or theme songs. One of these transitions are eventually successful.

Scene 5 - Egg TOTM - Take 2
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was levitating over a river surround by forestry, all under a cloudy blue sky. Wasn't aware at first, until some whimsical Disney-esque music sounding in the background granted as much.

As I gazed down, I noticed a pile of round, leathery eggs in the water. Oh, right, the egg TOTM. This gave me an idea. I floated down, and found that I was only centimeters tall. Just as well. I tried individually swimming and phasing through several of them, but couldn't. The music "Mickey Moused" to tease at my unsuccessful attempts.

At a glance, I then found an even bigger, grander egg, this one uniquely covered in large, golden ridges. Oh, that's perfect! I launched myself towards there, and instantly found myself encased in a yellow-white enclosure. Things got a bit blurred, making me doubtful. Either way, I chopped the casing, which immediately cracked. Water and bright light filled the space. I "white out" for a moment.

When I come to, I'm floating down the surface of the river. Thought I screwed up for a second. When the visuals cleared up, I found a huge glop of egg whites and and a large, undisturbed yolk floating beside me. Heh, guess I got it after all.

Another unwitting transition.

Scene 6 - Time To Wrap Things Up
False awakening in that aforementioned false room. I get up and float through the hallway, and up and over Marcel and Iris, who were in the area. As I land, I start cackling about the dreams I just had, and couldnt' wait to write them down. That's when I realized the dream wasn't quite over yet. As much as I hated to do so, I intentionally woke up to keep memory of the experience.

Several events happened in the dream world concerning league of legends, beyblade, failing several classes. Trying to buy a yearbook. Buying pastries. Visiting my old school. Partying to 1 am in the morning with this chubby girl. Catching a train in an attempt to get to college. Stashing pastries in a locker. Get moved to another lunch table because my grades sucked.

The partying was the most fun. I remember us all dancing in this dimly lit ball-room type area. There was some kissing as well. In my back of mind I was thinking that I needed to get home asap or risk getting grounded.

That's all. I'm at work.

I want to see what it would feel like to update my online dream journal more frequently, and if doing so would add to my practice. So here is a short lucid entry from some time ago. - I find I am a woman at a party which is held in a tall apartment building. The party is for a prince of somesort. I decide to steal two objects, I can't recall what the objects are, but they hold a high value. I grab the objects, but the prince notices me doing so. A pursuit begins. I quickly run through an open window and step to the edge. I make my way to the right facing the wall as I move. The prince steps outside and he still keeps following me. I reach a dead end and there's now an empty space on the edge between me and my pursuer. He offers his hand for me to reach for and he tries to negotiate about the object that has a smaller value to it. I tell him I would jump! I can see he likes about everything that is taking place. The action, my personality and that how I won't offer my self to him freely. I'm not like the other women at the party. The feelings are one-sided and I'm not interested in him. A gap in recall as he convinces me to come back inside. The situation cools down, or atleast the others think so, as they don't know that I still hold the more valuable object with me. Right as no one pays attention to me anymore, I take off running as fast as I can again. I'm suddenly outside on a different setting and as I'm running I can see weird, impossible "portal" opening in the middle of the scenery in front of me. I go through it and end up in a red- themed oriental corridor with many rooms. The place is like an illusion or a paradox. The portal was barely 10 centimeters wide. I run forward and the object I stole has transformed into a dagger. The dream changes and I'm observing some Lord of the Rings - World of Warcraft themed giants doing something. Then I add twelve to twenty small squarish black pieces on a rifle intending to make it stronger I guess. It begins to fire to my direction and I quickly re-aim the weapon somewhere else.

I'm with some guys and we enter a giant emptyish warehouse of a large department store. We enter the building through a dark alley between two apartment buildings. Once there, I go see what's on the left hand side of the area. I sit on to a chair in the middle of some sofas and shelfs. Suddenly the chair begins to rise higher and higher with me on top of it. I feel really odd as I'm going and going, soon passing what I estimate 30 meters. I'm not scared however. Something happens before the dream jumps into a new scenery that is a school gymnasium. There are about ten people sitting on the rows of the stand. They are bored, this is supposed to be a superhero testing area of somekind, but nothing spectacular is happening. I begin to realize what is happening as I clash with a character who looks like Thrax from Osmosis Jones. I'm being tested as well. We punch and kick each other as fast as anime characters do, even too fast I think. Like as fast as if this was a final battle of somekind. Doesn't really fit to the situation, this is just the first test. We're then gliding towards each other in the air and I become lucid by screaming : " This is a dream, I'm here!!" The quality increases quickly and I can see my opponent's face clearly for a split second, but I'm then finding my self having trouble with bringing my self to the moment. We're on the ground level again on the gymnasium floor and the guy runs towards me again. I throw one faint punch - basically me just moving my hand forward with a closed fist - and the figure get's blasted all the way to the other side of the gymnasium, hitting the wall at the end like a ragdoll. There are suddenly more like a hundred people on the stand, everyone with their mouths open. I get a large wooden object thrown at me, like a very big shelf, that shatters to pieces when it hits me. Another similar object is thrown at me, and it simply stops to recline on my body once hitting me. I move the piece away with my hand. I have a feeling someone on the audiance is not able to handle my powers mentally, and who might break down in a way like - that is unnatural, someone do something before something happens. A man stands up with a pistol and he shoots. The bullet hits my right shoulder and bounces off to the wall. The man stares at me with his mouth open. I wish the bullet would bounce back to his direction, but it won't. No wait it does. As the bullet is right in front of the man I quickly blow air out of my mouth forward, and the bullet speeds to the man's chest. I begin to walk to the doors that lead outside, saying only ( comes out bad - should have left it unsaid) : " Saizaphod " as I leave.

I open the door to a bright light and I notice to my excitement that I'm standing near a giant waterfall and a jungle. I however don't realize what my subconsciousness is trying to tell me : my number one lucid goal to visit a jungle is right in front of me. All I think is "okay whatever why not", because I kinda wanted to continue the Dream Heroish - plot and I was already planning on summoning a door for teleporting away. I start to jump on some rocks near the edge, and sure enough there is a two meter gap between my current position and the jungle side. I jump across the gap easily, there is a small stream underneath. The landscape is so misty due to the waterfalls, that I can't see anything what is down at the bottom of the valley. Everywhere I look all I can see is vertical cliff. I can't find a way down and I don't dare to jump either. I look down to my body and my shirt has disappeared. My body is nicely fit and I like it. I think of a plan while holding onto a jungle plant of somekind. The lucid lasted aprox. five minutes.

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Recall's in its waning phase apparently -- hope it's short and epic dreaming returns soon! A bit late to bed two night in a row.

+(f) something about JT and choosing sausages in a market?

+ [vivid] I'm walking past a pedestal, and there are two glass bottles of what look like croutons there. One of them is labelled as <something, forgot>, and I reach for one to taste it but a friend with me stops me and points out that I'm about to eat the outer packing, not the stuff inside the bottle. I pick up the one bottle and smell it but I don't smell anything and say so.

+ I'm in a building, I'm apparently some sort of mediator for a fight or a battle that is about to begin. I specify a list of my requirements that must be agreed to before I accept the position.

Bed 8:30pm - 3:36am

DR 1 at 1am
I'm walking up a hill in Sweden. It's very green, lots of grass, trees and flowers. I'm taking tons of pictures with my new phone. I look back and there is a huge rock arch through which yu can see the ocean way below us. It's so beautiful.

DR 2 at 1am
Some kind of rocky tunnels, or old stone ruins, high up. I'm running from there. Come to the edge, they almost got me, but I jump off hoping I will fly. And I do.

DR 3 at 1am
We are flying above a coastline in Thailand. They are taking us to a resort. It's all undeveloped area. No other hotels or towns. I look along the shore and I tell them that another beach is nice and there is town, so thy should take us there. We want to see places besides the resort, like stores, towns, other people.

Flying over the ocean coast for a long time. Taking lots of pictures with my phone.

At the resort, I take a lots of pictures of their pictures on the wall. There are some unsent letters from previous guests. I'm reading the envelopes if I find any clues what happend to them, because I'm starting to thing something happened. The resort is not what it seems.