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Just spent ages writting it up and went back to check something and it all disappeared

So a short write up

Deilds about 4 I think - after a good long wbtb around 3.30am till 5ish. Had things on my mind but sat long enough to clear and get dozy - great !

During some lucid dreams this morning I remember to change the colour of object and have some fun with that~

I see a couch chair I turn from its original brown to blue. I see an object on the side like a plate or something and turn it yellow. I look at a DC's face and turn it blue and another's green.

Did a lucid dance to keep me in the dream and sang a song something like

" I am lucid in my dream hahaha hehehe" again and again

Homed in on object to keep the story going and keep from waking as I felt very close to waking a lot of the time

Great fun ✨ and realy happy about the experiments

I had Men in Black searching for me in a building. I sneak down stairs, and went invisible (influence from Deus EX: MD). They couldn't see me, but I feared they could still "feel" my footsteps on the ground. I accidentally kicked over a bottle (or something), betraying my location. I continued to sneak away. By trying to minimize the "weight" of my footsteps, I discovered I can "glide" right above the ground. This over time evolved into full-fledged flight, and I flew away from the facility. I somehow "knew" I was flying just south of San Francisco, moving from (roughly) San Mateo to the north-west. I was flying quite high, but the environment looked "industrial", like a harbor district. The architecture was surreal. There was a beautiful sunset. I saw a giant cargo ship on land, laying on its stern, leaning with the bow against a huge concrete structure. I flew under it, through the triangle-shaped opening underneath. As always, it felt exhilarating to fly, and I used (as is becoming the custom) the Superman pose, using my arm (clenched fist) to change direction. Again, changing direction was difficult for me for some reason. It's as if even though the laws of physics don't count, the law of momentum just refuses to go away. At some point, I encountered another character in the air, perhaps two. They did something I would prefer to forget.

I'm at my Grandma's house and my mom or I am painting over something near the back door. I could sense my grandpa's presence who passed away a long time ago.

Edit: someone was painting over something.

I'm remembering dreams in the morning for at least a week now. I downloaded a sticky note app and put a note on my phone to remind me about lucid dreaming since I'm on my phone quite a bit. I tried this for the first time last night. I'll try for another week of remembering dreams then try lucid dreaming techniques.

I want to see what happens if I completely depend on catching my natural FAs to have LDs. To LD, all I'm doing is looking at my alarm clock every time I wake up.

1-2 LDs (Caught FA, WILD)
2-3 LDs (Caught FA, 2 DILDs)
3-1 LD (DILD)
4-0 LD
5-2 LD (Caught FA, DILD)
6-0 LD
7-0 LD
8-1 LD (DILD)
9-2 LD (Caught FA, DILD)
10-0 LD
11-2 LD (DILD, WILD)
12-0 LD
13-0 LD
14-0 LD
15-0 LD
16-3 LD (Caught FA, 2 DILDs)
17-3 LD (Caught FA, 2 DILDs)
18-1 LD (DILD)
19-0 LD
20-2 LD (DILD, DEILD)
21-2 LD (Caught FA, DILD)
22-0 LD
23-1 LD (Caught FA)
24-1 LD (WILD)
25-0 LD
26-1 LD (DILD)
27-1 LD (DILD)
28-1 LD (DEILD)
29-2 LDs (Caught FA, DILD)
30-3 LDs (2 Caught FA, DEILD)

copied from summer competition, forgot to post here in the DJ proper:

I'm walking towards a tower with a group of people, we're tourists visiting some attraction, we enter the staircase inside and begin the climb and I have a slow dawning awareness that I'm dreaming. I notice girls among the group climbing the stairs and I stop time and I notice all the DCs have frozen in place. I come up behind a girl and hug her from the back. We all continue the climb again and I hug another girl from the back briefly, but I stop myself and remember there are points to be had! I begin by recalling goal. I recall 3-step #1 and turn and face the wall (grey concrete) and think "there is no wall" and easily push my left hand through the wall up to the wrist, and pull it back out. Then I raise my right hand and think "wall is now solid" and tap the wall with my right index finger, my finger stops at the surface and it feels like I'm tapping solid concrete. I'm really happy at this immediate success and do it some more. I notice my best friend MR and say "Hey, M, check this out!" we're standing on a landing and I push my left hand through the wall up to the wrist again, this time it takes more force and there is resistance like the wall is made of solid styrofoam. MR is amazed and says "Whoa, how?!" MR and I continue climbing the staircase. I turn to MR and look into his eyes, he's standing close, he looks young and his face is accurate. I tell him "You're in my dream, you know!" MR says "Yeah!? Wow!" I give him a friendly hand squeeze of his shoulder and say "I see you in a lot of dreams," and while I continue to explain he gets sort of an expression on his face like he's not sure if he likes that fact, I think he thinks they're gay dreams or something, I quickly then say "we're usually drinking or <some other thing>".
I turn again to the wall on my right and this time I push my left hand through (again like stiff styrofoam), pull it out, tap the surface with the index finger of my left hand, feel it solid, then push my hand through again and pull it out. I feel completely confident that I can produce the solidity/transparency of objects at will.
M says something while we climb, suggesting some activity, but I say "no, I need more points!". I'm thinking a bit about dream duration, it seems completely stable and clear. I think of breath awareness for a minute (new personal goal). We emerge from the staircase onto a large open rooftop, and I hand MR my watch, it's an elegant small analog watch with a ticking second hand, which I give to him to hold for me. The second hand reaches 12 right then and I begin awareness of my breath and breathing on purpose. I realize I don't need to look at the watch because there's a clock right in front of me now, like an alarm clock, with a larger face than the watch, so I just focus on watching that and counting seconds and following my breath. But this is the most bizarre clock I've ever seen. There are multiple dials and devices all in motion over the face of the clock, each "hand" is a different color, it is a chaotic mess of color and swirling movement. The "second hand" swoops randomly from number to number, but still keeping a pace of seconds. I'm standing still watching the clock and following my breath. I get up to 35 seconds, and I feel

the dream fade/transition.

hard time falling asleep initially, lots of thoughts, very stressful day, took 2mg melatonin after about 45mins of trying to fall asleep

+(f) entering (saloon?) with lots of people, entering auditorium with sloping curved seating area [DREAMSIGN] walking along top, playing some sport/game with girls / balloons running/flying up and down over the seats

about 4 hrs:

+ LD#199 in room doing math homework with BF MR, equation, trying to find pencil with eraser, erase extra zero, easy equation, is this only the 4th math assignment all year? Turn page over to front to look. Problems are of medium difficulty stay up late to finish, MR talks of dreaming! (head that pops up, fall into arms of dream girl), I get up and move to curtains all along windows to the right and around the corner of walls blinds vary, some venetian and pointed wrong way, pull-down polarized shade, outside it is night but there's a parking lot with tons of lighting so lots of artificial street-lamp light is shining in, I want to close the blinds so we won't be seen [DREAMSIGN] and move from window to window, some close OK, some won't, as I go the blinds and the polarizing pull-down sheets get rattier and full of holes. I return to my place at the table across from MR and as I sit down I'm surprised to see that there is half of a broken plate on the table at my place. Why is it here/where did it come from? Did MR break the plate? I'm confused/shocked by this and do a nose pinch, feeling a bit embarrassed about doing so since I'm so clearly awake, but I can breathe and I'm now lucid. I get up and go around the table behind MR and say "Hey, M, I'm dreaming! What do you want to do? <something>, <something else>, Get some girls?" MR doesn't answer so I decide for girls . I decide there will be some girls behind the front door. I turn towards the front door and now I'm outside in daylight in a wide open parking-lot like space and the white front door is about 50 yards away on the far edge of the lot. I gesture towards the door and two women come through. A bit old, but I approach them and hug one and while I do I'm noticing that there are people entering a shop to the left, including a cute girl. I move to go into the shop but the crowd interferes so I fly/jump up over the people and the stuff in the way and enter the door to the shop. I look around and see the girl to the right sitting down, I go to her and sexy time ensues (meo 2016-09-01#1)

Very excited by this early LD, very very bright and clear and vivid, takes me some time to fall back asleep.

+ I'm standing on a beach facing an ocean. There are large (1-meter) waves crashing on the shore every few seconds. I'm peering into the water, I'm trying to determine how clear the water is. It is mostly clear but has a little bit of the "Caribbean blue" tint to it. I see that visibility would be very good. I think about going in to the water with goggles or mask and enjoying the clear water. I think I see something in the waves submerged (a walrus head?).

+ billiards get a table only 9-ball rack, will ask for 8-ball rack, look at balls, many of them (the non-9-ball ones?) are not spherical! How can one play with this? Two guys next to me, talking about smoking, I think isn't that illegal indoors now here?, one lights up and stands in area open to the sky not covered by ceiling and I see a cloud of his smoke quickly dispersing up into the sky, he stood there because it's more efficient to get rid of smoke that way

+ basketball, can't make a shot (airballs, even from up close), pull-down temporary basket in addition to main basket, my basketball keeps becoming a pumpkin, sometimes so large it clearly won't go through the hoop, make a great bank shot into a sideways pointed basket, proud of myself, then another guy after me makes the same shot

+(f) ST #1

Spoiler for sexy encounter:

grab the boobs of a woman, perhaps lucid?

+ ST #2 Zombie/discolored Paul McCartney being interviewed, tray of 4 small round tribbles/girl heads/faces

Spoiler for sexy encounter:

pick the cutest of the head/animals in the tray and, uh, make use of it

Go outside and look up at the sign on the storefront, narrator says that your abilities that you use become part of the traits that are passed down to your descendants (talking about game characters?), I'm wondering what my traits are, and on the sign I see different kinds of tea advertised (green, black).

+ ST #3 I'm sitting on the side of a tub next to the toilet in a bathroom (in my house [false]), there are guests over and naked girls keep appearing and getting into the tub. The crowd in the room grows. One (naked too) is kneeling down in front of me leaning her torso against my legs and her arm is draped across my knees. I'm liking this attention and contact but I'm wondering what my wife will think of it so I'm trying to stay cool and not react. I'm trying to peek around obstructions to see the "good stuff" on the various girls but not much is clearly visible.

+ LD#200 walking in crowd, notice cute girls, think wouldn't it be great to be dreaming now? Ah well, might as well check, <nose pinch> HEY! I AM dreaming...sidle up to one but don't engage, keep going, in the distance I see a woman and I'm thinking of Carmela Soprano, get with her and a nice ST ensues (meo 2016-09-01#2)


+ overhead view, it seems to be some sort of video game. There is an above-grond space and there is a (manhole?) leading down to a lower subterranean level, I decide to (click?) to go down to the lower level, inside there is a wild castle with moving parts, and I go closer, I have a view down into a palace of some sort with no roof. There are chests in a room and what seem like some treasures on tables. Aha, if I could get in there I'd get those. As I watch some character picks up a treasure and walks with it down a hallway, I want to keep watching so that I can see which chest he places it in.

+ LD#201 walking down stairs with some short/boy DC and I suspect a dream do a nose plug and get lucid. The moment I'm lucid but still finishing the nose plug we reach the bottom of the stairs and the boy turn his head to me looking over his left shoulder and his head is distorted and strangely shaped (too short, overly wide/round) and has an odd looking face. His expression is not friendly. Decide to get a girl for both of us. Go to a girl and things get very abstract and weird, but continue anyway, I go first and then indicate he should take a turn, then I take over again and wake up.

+ in scene in restaurant people seated at round tables, I'm standing and my [deceased] father in law is sitting at a table, I'm standing behind him he turns towards me away from the table. He's talking about his home town I'm having trouble understanding his foreign language, he says "Sevastopol" [FALSE]. My attention is not on him fully. He chastises me for not paying attention, "looking over there, looking at the hair on the back of the head of that woman there,". Then I'm in a bedroom my wife says her mother [deceased] is outside in the car and thirsty and needs water, I'm sitting on something and hear the crinkling of plastic containers. I reach under the blanket and pull them out. They're filled with water. One of them is the old milk bottle I've been using as a water bottle but recently lost [TRUE!] and think "Oh, there it is." I show them to my wife and get up to take them to her mother out in the car, but I notice that there is some debris/little pieces of junk [dental floss, a flosser?, small white plastic thing] in the water and I go to a toilet/sink there in the room to pour it out and clean it but I think the plastic think may clog the sink.

+ girls/class, paper, registration, the girls are filling out some forms on pads of paper. I'm annoyed that nobody gave me a piece of paper to fill out. I notice that they've drawn their names by filling in square boxes (like graph paper) on the paper. I see the paper is normal lined paper so they had to draw in the vertical lines themselves. They say they filled in one for me so it's OK? I see that there are sections on the form to indicate which side you (use as a computer mouse?) so these forms will be used to customize the keyboard given to you?

Not such good recall this morning. Probably because I jumped up ready for work and almost forgot to remember dreams.

Stood in the street. Looking into a window of my house. My youngest daughter was sat talking to a lawyer, I knew it was about pizzas - something about her ordering a pizza that she knew she was too small to eat. I phoned the delivery company and asked them not to deliver the next pizza becasue she was already in trouble, they seemed ok about it.
Then I saw a taxi drive past the lawyer was sat in it with all his family. I knew it was all getting a bit serious.

Can't remember much else from last night!

0:40 - 6:10

Friend of a monster

I was sleeping outside, on the hillside next to a small dirt road, next to a forest. I got up slowly and saw an overweight kid biking towards me from what I assume is a small town in the middle of this forest. I walked over to him. He was scared of a monster that had been in the area. He wanted to hide in the forest. I joined him.

In the forest, there was a clearing with a house on the edge of it. There was also a massive tv screen attached to two trees not too far away. It had live feed from a camera, but we saw nobody around. Someone was filming us and we couldn't see them. Pretty quickly we figured out it must be the monster and it was invisible. We kept looking around in panic, anticipating an attack. Then I felt a connection with the monster. He was human, invisible and had the ability to move objects with his mind. He gently lifted me in the air and placed me on top of the house. He didn't want to harm me, but the other kid had done something to piss him off. I could sense that he wanted to hurt the kid. I didn't want that...and I guess the monster sensed how I felt. He stopped and instead tried to lift the kid on the roof as well. The kid was too heavy and just flailed in the air for a bit, until I woke up.

WBTB. I was up stretching, drank some water, and visualized becoming lucid in the previous dream. I was up for 40min. Fell asleep with the mantra "I'm dreaming", which has worked fine for me before.

7:00-8:03

LD 81 - Flow

I'm a disembodied observer in the same forest from the previous dream. I wander to a river. There are some sewer pipes that I focus on, because the river was flowing into the sewer and it seemed really odd. I'll skip describing it, but I studied the system closely. I got out of the underground pipe system and I was in a different part of the forest. There was a small abandoned town next to the river, on a small hill.

I manifested a body in the middle of the town. The town was literally just six small houses or something. They were built around a small marketplace with a well. Next to the well were two unusually large apples that had been peeled weirdly. I picked one of the apples from the ground and used the water from the well to clean it a bit. The water in the well was dirty. Then a short monologue happened in my mind.

"I shouldn't eat this apple."
"Why?"
"Because it was on the ground and isn't yours."
"This is my dream I can do what I want!...wait"

Finally the lights turn on in my head. I take a bite out of the apple and throw it away. I continue walking through the empty town. I sometimes question if I was actually lucid in a dream, if I didn't RC...so I do that just in case. I plug my nose and breathe through easily. The dream was a bit fuzzy. I look at my hand to stabilize. Some fingers look like baby fingers, mildly disturbing. I force them to change into normal fingers.

I have my earphones on and I hear music. Outside of the town there is a vast field with tall grass, flowers, bushes and stuff like that. Forest continues in the distance. It becomes extremely windy and the wind changes direction constantly. It's sunny. I just enjoy the view for a moment. I recall all the goals I have: burning building, evil wizard, frozen planet, dream guide etc. But I want to focus on staying in the lucid dream as long as I can. I want to go with the flow, I won't force anything.

A biking trail appears in the field as I walk forward. Then two DCs bike backwards towards me. They look like the mountain guides in the Himalayas. I stop them and ask the one with a funny hat to guide me to the frozen planet. I ask his name, but the music and wind makes me unable to hear it. He starts walking somewhere and I follow. I expect to see a building and one appears on the edge of the field.

Inside the building is a break room and more DCs. Some of them look European. There's a stack of electronic devices on one cupboard. Some annoying noise is coming from them and the DCs don't like it. I just touch one radio and the noise disappears. I ask a new DC to guide me to the frozen planet. He agrees and starts leaving the room. I ask his name, but can't recall it anymore. (Goddamn it! Is it that hard to remember one name?!) The corridor outside the break room is dark. Wait, it's the dream fading...and I'm awake.

Every time I watch through Fringe, my subconscious focuses on Olivia's discovery of her ability to cross to the alternate universe, and how she became trapped there. Then usually jumps to the part where Peter is erased from the timeline but traces of him continue to exist in the minds of those closest to him.
My subconscious seems to have a thing for them heh heh.

In the dream I am the equivalent of Astrid but in this version of Reality I was a cortexaphan subject like Olivia. My ability was similar to hers but while hers was to cross to the other universe, I couldn't cross but could create a bridge. Allowing anyone without an ability to cross, or I could lessen the cost of crossing.
So, I went with her to the other side and witnessed her capture and reconditioning but I remained outside of the story. When I finally met her again she found a way to cast me back to our universe, interrupting the storyline of the show where Fauxlivia had infiltrated our group and instead caused Fauxlivia's early incarceration.
In Olivia's absence, Peter and I became close. On the cusp of being more.
Olivia's return happens in the backyard of my childhood home. It's all washed out, wintry. There's a shift in our dynamic but no one wants to talk about it. Peter's attention has shifted from Olivia to me, and she is bitter because it never would have happened if she hadn't sent me back first.
There's a lapse. I'm leaving my apartment. This part is confusing. I promise Peter that we will go somewhere first but we have to be quick because I have work. I get into the back of the car because just as we are leaving Olivia climbs into the passenger seat. Peter is driving so I ask where we are going, he says he'll drop me off at work. I argue that I'll still need my car to leave work later, and that we should go to get that first. He has an easy-going manner, lazily talking over me.
"No really, just drop me off at my car..."
"Don't worry, you'll get where you need to go."
"Please, just listen to me for two seconds..."
"It'll be fine, everything will work out..."
Then suddenly he isn't driving, Olivia is driving from the passenger seat? Olivia accelerates and Peter falls back, clutching the back of his seat and the door, still smugly iterating that everything will be fine and I need to relax. His own seat is laying almost flat against the back seats. I'm crouching on the ridiculously spacious floorboard in the back, arguing with him.
On a whim I walk to Peter and lean down over him.
I tell him to shut up and bravely bridge the gap that neither of us could before, I kiss him firmly on the mouth to ensure his shutting up.
He sits there blankly, not moving. I worry I have made a mistake and embarrassed, I retreat to the other side of the stupidly spacious car.
"Sorry. I shouldn't have done that." I give him an excuse and space enough to ignore my rude action. Should he wish to. Of course he'll wish to.

Then he is there, standing over me. Damn dashing in his dark red button-up and black vest. He smiles a little and tells me I've misunderstood his shock. He tilts my chin upward so I must meet his eyes, and in sync he drops to his knees as I rise smoothly to mine and we smile a little as he presses his mouth to mine. It's an odd, distant sort of lucidity. I can feel his mouth. His shoulder under my hand as I draw him closer. It feels familiar somehow.
My body molds to his, straddling his thigh. Half lucidity does me a disservice, making his mouth too wet, drawing every second of the kiss out, the scrape of teeth on tongue. I ignore it.

Then I am suddenly aware of Olivia looking at us from the passenger seat. I break the kiss, it is incredibly rude to make out with someone while his once-time girl sits watching.
She smiles and bitingly says, "Don't stop on my account. I know how...charming he can be."
I flush, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, you know I didn't intend..." I begin, turning toward her.
"Didn't intend what?" Olivia asks.
"I know that you two were supposed to..." I can't finish. I feel like I've stolen something from her and don't even have the decency to acknowledge the theft. "This wouldn't have happened if you didn't send me back sooner."
She smiles a little, she's beautiful even in her bitterness, with her dangerously red lips.
I look to Peter who has retreated to the other side of the car.
Olivia leans forward to kiss my neck and I am so overwrought already that I...react. She pulls away and I fluidly turn to give her a slow kiss. There's so much in this small, stupid scene. She feels brittle and sad and distant, mindlessly pursuing oblivion. I think about offering to share him with her. You know, together, but I think she would be insulted so I keep it to myself.

At length we come to a city square that reminds me of Italy. Except it is distant and empty like a ruin. It's full of stupid restaurants? We observe them with equal amounts of puzzlement and amusement, because they revolve around Suddenly Salad. *snorts, then cackles a little*
"That's an unprecedented number of restaurants." Peter says, frowning down at a patio table, like all the ones around it it has a plate of the stupid Suddenly Salad mix.
"Yeah, it's a little excessive, isn't it?" I say with a laugh.

D1: Non-Lucid: A guy looked a lot like "Chuck" Saul's brother, from "Better call Saul". So I went there w/ the pony & it turned out to be something like a big feed store where you buy in bulk for animal food. He had some stalls in the back. The guy got really mad at me & said that we didn't deserve a pony & that we murdered our dogs. He told me we were criminals. Kept calling me a dog murderer. I was crying in my dream & in real life. I could here myself. So I knew I was dreaming but I still had to defend myself for personal reasons. I told him that wasn't what happened. I was hysterical & he kept yelling. But then he went around the corner which is the exact moment I knew I was dreaming, crying, & screaming. I started back in on him after I rounded the corner. He suddenly stopped & looked at me like I was crazy & said, "what are you talking about, I didn't say that."

I woke up still screaming & crying & Meesha Cat was loving on me. Then I realized all the screaming had freaked her out & woke her up. She had peed all over my bed. This was not a good start to the morning. I had to get up & wash all my shit & console my poor cat. So I finally got back to bed about 2 hrs later... Oh, & the dream was some small guilt I still carry about rehousing our dogs due to my health. They all got homes & yes I now have a cat but she's never under foot like they were.


D2: Lucid- Mike & I were driving to go see my Grandpa Harry. (He passed away 24 yrs ago) We were going around a sharp curve on what looked like the side of a mountain.It was getting dark & I was starting to panic. Something went wrong w/ the brakes & we were airborne. I was driving. I held his hand & said "I love you, Mike." I thought we were going to die! I had this strange feeling right then though. I had to try & do something. Part of me thought this has to be a dream & part of me thought this could be real. So when I told him I loved him & held his hand I went full on lucid. I slowed down time & willed us to be in a bubble away from the car & we slowly floated down.

D3: I had a big fight w/ a guy who was treating like shit. Apparently he was seeing me & another woman. I got really mad & started teleporting all around which freaked him out while I was yelling at him. He was so confused, lol. I started to get lucid but my phone went off & I had to deal w/ real life. Sigh. That would've been 2 lucids. Oh well.

Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Explanation of details-Blue
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown/OOB

This morning's recollections come to you in two flavors: Creepy and sweet.
I was in a haunted house of some sort. It looked kind of like my old house a few years back, with certain rooms being pretty much picture-perfect recreations. Most of this dream is a blurry haze to me, but what I do recall is going into the bathroom. All seemed to be normal in there, but the light switch wasn't working. I shrugged and started to head out of the bathroom, but heard a sort of sinister laugh behind me. I turned, and the entire bathtub was filled with this huge pile of towels. The pile was so huge that they were spilling out onto the floor. While this may sound really random and silly (and it is), my dream self was deeply unnerved and bothered by it. I slowly stepped towards the towels, but as I did, I heard a small hissing noise around me, as if the room was filling with some sort of gas. Before I knew it, I passed out and all went dark. The spooks are real. Piles of towels. Everybody's worst nightmare, really.
Now for sweet.
I was in a large school building that was eerily similar to my elementary school, but 5x larger and it housed college kids instead of being an elementary school. It was here that I met two Japanese friends. Sadly, I can't recall their names (it's pretty hard for me to remember DC names for some reason), but there was one boy and one girl. The boy, strangely, looked similar to Watari from Your Lie in April if you've ever seen that anime. Meanwhile, the girl didn't really look like anyone in particular. She had long, jet black hair, and a fiery air about her. Both of them hit it off with me right away, and a lot of the dream was spent hanging out with them in various parts of the school, just talking or doing random, fun things. Later on in the dream, when we were sitting by the big wall beside the stairs, I began to grow sour, as I realized I would have to go home soon. I explained it to them, and they both acted very understanding, trying to console me and saying that I'll see them again. When it came time for me to go, I headed out into the parking lot, found a bus (which had a lot of my old high school classmates on it), and rode homewards, the environments and dream scenes all looking exactly like real life, but with an ever present gray sky and a lot less busses. Glumly, I put my head against the window in my seat on the bus and thought about when I'd see those two again. I'll throw a new lucid goal on the list for future reference: Either summon or find these two DCs again. They were very pleasant people, and I was able to converse in some Japanese with them as well, since I have a basic grasp of the language. It would be fun hanging out with them while lucid.

I become aware once again of my body in bed and feel slight vibration going through, and intensify them. Sensations fade, yet come back soon, and I once again intensify the vibration in my head as well as the sinking feel. I don't feel it's time to start sliding yet, so I think quickly to dream yoga techs, and decide on using some visual techs to jumpstart the lucid. I imagine some colors filling the visual field, and my mind soon produces a house with a blueish roof and whitish side. I feel it's time to imagine 'sinking' into a dream scene. I intensify the sinking and suddenly find myself ready to stand up from the floor in the front of a dark house. I have a bit of difficulty standing up at first, but tell myself 'Eric, this is a dream; you should have no problem whatsoever standing up.' I stand up quickly and begin to walk into the main entryway of the house. I stare to the other end of the dark room and see some couches and a painting up on the wall. Things remain a bit blurry. I turn right and feel I need some stabilization so I rub hands. I ramp up all my senses at this point to ground in. I mentally tell myself that my body is in bed right now, and I full control in this place. I take a moment to reflect on the implications of my physical body being in a different location, and find it very fascinating. I continue through the walkway and enter to a very large kitchen area. I want to engage more tactile sense, so I quickly drop down and move on hands and knees, feeling my feet, knees and hands coming in contact with the cold white tiles. The vividness increases as I approach the large arched counter-top. I go behind the counter and stand up. I still want to be more stable, and refuse to let the dream fade. I rub hands real quick, then jump in the sink, turn the water on and feel all the cold water rushing around my body. Stability increases as well as vividness. I remember a suggestion in a podcast of eating and engaging up to all five senses. I see a fridge and think dark chocolate would be awesome. I approach the white fridge, and reach in fully expecting a dark chocolate bar. I pull out a cold dark choco bar with sections joining into a square rod. I eat fairly quickly, and remember to engage all senses including hearing. The taste is pretty good actually, and it's cold. I focus on feeling the invigorating effects- another dream goal. The dream becomes far more stable and vivid, and I decide to grab a few more items and continue exploring. I grab another dark choco bark, a chocolate glazed donut, and a chocolate brownie, why not? I place them all on the counter to the left, appreciate the detailed colors, and carry them into the next room. I make I right and figure I can sit by the sliding glass in the adjoining room and watch as the rain comes down. I then turn and see a dimly lit peninsula counter-top with wooden stools pushed into it. The area has a very rustic decor with open space. I get closer and see an empty coffee mug, and realize this is where the family has breakfast. I set all my items down and go to take a seat. I look at the brownie and it lightened in color. I take a bite, but it has the consistency of cardboard, and little taste. I bite once more. I drift back to my body and realize the bed sheets are partway in my mouth...

This dream was a reward bestowed upon me from my subconscious for having a really rough night sleep. I experienced a little REM atonia that I was unable to transition into a lucid dream from. Then I couldn't get back to sleep for ages. Then this lovely non lucid dream happened:

I'm recounting this dream initially as narrator, because for most of the dream I was merely third person observer, and entirely unaware of my existence. It started out with a king whose name I don't know, his queen named Elizabeth, the Kings mother, and a small but suspicious looking staff. The king was not a bad man per say, but he wanted the best for Elizabeth. He wanted a big castle lots of gold and servants. But he was not a rich king, so the way he made his riches was by going from kingdom to kingdom and swindling the current king out of his castle and staff and gold. The way he would do this was by betting the king that his mother could make a handful of marbles disappear under some cups. It's not really understood for sure from my perspective if his mother actually had any magic powers or if she was just a really good con artist too, but every time the poor king made this bet, the richer King would lose and the former king and his queen Elizabeth and his staff would inherit the castle.

The dream really started to get rolling when the poor king inherited a beautiful castle on top of a Mountain with a very steep cliff. The poor King liked the richer King so much that he allowed them to remain on staff in the castle without having to leave or be banished. Now I say that the poor King was not a bad King or inherently evil in anyway, but he was rather greedy. It seems like enough gold was never enough for his queen. sometime went by while they were at their new castle, when the king started to get worried that he wouldn't have enough gold. So he turns to his original staff of servants, who has now been promoted to nobleman and councilman to the king, for ideas on how to acquire more gold and riches.

The creepy staff started to show their true colors on this one. They met in a conference room in the castle, and this is kind of important: there were seven staff members. This will come up again later. They told the king to tax the peasants nearly to death, and give them the opportunity to make the money back by participating in brutal gladiator style sports. The nobleman would pay gold to watch the sports. Then the peasants would pretty much all die from these bloodsports. So basically the king only made money and lost none with this idea. The queen was in the room during this discussion, and begged the king not to do this. But the king had changed somehow, from fear of losing money and losing her and brain washing from this evil staff, he wouldn't listen to her. She pulled on his arm and begged him to look at her and change his mind, when he yanked his arm out of her grasp, reared back and smacked her in the face.

The queen asked what her punishment would be for standing up to his Royal highness. His face looked evil now, as he said that her punishment would be to be beaten in the dungeons and then banished where she would probably just get killed by the peasants. So she backed away from him towards the door to the balcony if the conference room and begged him for one last drink of wine with him from their marital chalices. He had an expression on his face like it was a stupid idea, but he turned to fetch the chalices anyway. The moment he did this, the queen jumped from the balcony to her death. The king screamed her name and rused to the balcony.

This is where the dream took a really odd turn for me specifically. I was suddenly not so much observing the story as I was a little bit a part of it now. No one could see me but I was able to walk to the balcony and stand right next to the king where we both looked down. You couldn't even see all the way to the bottom. All I could see was a final wisp of the Queens red silk dress as it disappeared beneath the fog. I never even heard the sound of her hitting the ground. At that moment I flipped over to the other side of the balcony and hung onto the edge so that I could face the king, willing him to see me. I said "your majesty, we have to do something. Your queen's dead body is on the ground and someone is going to see it." The expression on his face looked as if he could hear me a little bit, but couldn't see me. I repeated myself louder, and suddenly his wide grief-stricken eyes were directly upon me. I told him that I would go get the body before somebody saw her, and I told him that I would be his new counsel from now on because I believed that his current seven members were evil trolls in disguise as humans. He simply nodded and turned around and left.

So I let go of the balcony, and floated slowly down to the ground. I remember thinking to myself that I must be some kind of fairy lol. I couldn't see the queen at first so I kept walking down the gutters that were all along the base of the cliff. I finally saw the wind fluttering through some red material. It was the queen's dress, but it wasn't the wind moving the fabric, she was moving. I rushed up to her and I noticed that she was very much alive. I was worried that she was in a lot of pain and probably dying from such a fall, but she sat up and looked at me. I asked her if she could walk, and she stood up but stumbled a little. So I decided to carry her back into the castle and hide her to keep her safe until I managed some kind of plan .

Of course there was an elevator in the castle. My silly ass subconscious. I got on to the elevator still holding the injured queen, when I noticed there was a staff member operating the elevator. Not one of the original seven, but one of the original staff of this castle before the poor king inherited it. I asked for the six floor, because I knew there was a library on that floor. For some reason that seemed important at the time. The queen suddenly looked up at the elevator operator and recognized him as a troll in human disguise. I asked if he was going to turn us in. He said he would not. Not all the trolls in the castle were evil, and he hinted that he knew I knew which ones were.

The only way the queen could have survived that fall, as well as being able to recognize disguised trolls, was if she were also magic in some way. I wasn't sure if she was a fairy or troll or what, but I took her to the library on the 6th floor and was able to turn her into a wisp of smoke and hide her in one of the books. A red book. There she remained for the next 6 years, healing and gathering strength, while the king and his 7 continued with the plan to extort gold from, as well as the lives of the peasants.

It didn't feel like 6 years, it was just referenced by someone, I forget. But I did watch some of those 'games.' They were awful: partially dismembered peasants limping and crawling through a muddy coliseum, trying not to get mauled by wild animals or trampled by gladiators on horse drawn carriages. There was lots of blood and mud and screams. I decided it was time to finally end this madness.

I went to the library and grabbed the book with the queen. I also grabbed 7 green books, and kept them all concealed. I spoke to the queen in the book, telling her it was time to confront the king again, and that I would take care of the 7. She expressed concern that it was one thing for a king's ego to sustain the truth about being wrong in the moment about a single wrongdoing, but it was another for the same ego to withstand the force of realizing he had been wrong for 6 years. I told her this had to be done regardless. Besides, seeing that his beloved Elizabeth had survived might soften the blow.

I went to the conference room to speak with the king, but of course the 7 were with him. I asked for privacy but they wouldn't budge. So I turned them into wisps of smoke and hurtled each one into a green book, while keeping the book of the queen still hidden. I told the king to listen to me and keep an open mind about this. I pulled out the queen's book, a red silk book similar to her dress fabric, and opened it, facing the pages toward the king. She poured out of the book into a pool of silvery smoke, and barely took on a corporeal form. He tried to embrace her but couldn't. She told him to listen to her, as tears streamed from his eyes. He said, "Elizabeth" so sweetly, and she just began to take on her human form once again, and them I woke up.

I'm pretty sure everything turned out OK.

Last night bed 8:30pm - 3:20am

1. Around 11:50pm
I'm walking down the street towards home. My elementary school is on the other side. Someone says that it's danegour outside because helicopters are attacking.

I listen and I see a russian attack helicopter in the distance. I tell the kid who is there to run up to the doorway and lay down so they don't see him.

2. Same time
I walk out to Ophelia's porch. It's kinda wrap around few sides of the house, at first story hight. It's made of dark red/brownish wood with large gaps between rails. I notice huge holes in the railings. They are cut out in round and oval shapes. As if a cannon ball demolished it and they cut it to make it safe and looking better. A huge bird carved out of wood or tree is sitting on the tree, looking at me. I look up and there is a camouflage net between the roof and the railing, over the barbeque. The are being attacked by some projectiles. One gap in the railing is really big and even when she told me how bad the last one was, I just then realize how dangerous it is and how close she came to harm.

3. 3 am
I'm new at the FBI. We are all sitting at the meeting. I am suppose to collect DNA samples from saliva from everybody and they are suppose to fill out their info. It's for later to see how closely the lab matches them, just for fun.

We are gathering our things to go on a team excercise. Getting on a bus, someone is fetching our bags of FBI clothes because that's the only thing we are suppose to take with us.

We get to a house. Something has happened and reporters pull up. Everybody walks out to talk to them, I stay behind and when they ask, I tell them I'm not going out, this is me time.

+ I see a board of electronics, kid comes with spare parts saying he has "milli-watt capacitors", I say debugging/fixing this circuit will be too complex even with that. I imagine we could analyze half-adders, I see little components arranged and lights that would light up to indicate the result of the input bits and the computed output bits.

+ sitting at a table in large outdoor or atrium restaurant. There are two people sitting with me at the table. Some narrator (or I think?) before this something about one person being very well known and something to do with me killing him? I'm speaking: "now explain to me how genetic algorithms work, I've heard of them but never really understood them. They're main mode of operation is.....?" [woken by alarm as guy starts to answer]

up for a bit, BTS

+ standing with my mom and a doctor at some clinic. The doctor is behaving strangely and standing right up in my mom's face and is telling her off (or about to), I wonder why he's doing that and I plan to tell him to back the F* off away from my mom. I go through a door into an open room next door (no visuals at this point), go up to a girl and pull her pants off and I'm kneeling and have her straddle me? Half-daydream?

+ I'm in our car, driving, and there is a bad sound coming from the motor like something is very wrong in there, then the sound stops. I thinks this means the oil filter which they just replaced [FALSE] has come entirely off. I look at the instruments to see the oil pressure reading but don't see anything. (I turn off the engine?) thinking that without oil it may seize up at any time (?). I get out of the car expecting to see a mess of oil everywhere and I do see a large patch of it on the ground. I see on the hood a small round black thing that I take to be the oil filter which popped off. I open the hood and start unloading small rectangular plastic containers (like refreezable ice packs) which are covered in black oil, so I can get to the filter?