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I'm in a hospital. My brother and his girlfriend are there too. The place is very crowded. Hayden is my girlfriend somehow, and she's on a hospital stretcher, presumably being treated for something. She notices me and we kind of cuddle (me standing over her), as she's clearly recovering well. In another scene I enter a different room (kind of a very crowded break room at the hospital). I notice one of the people sitting alone at a table is Sylar. His presence startles me, but I realize he doesn't recognize me because this is the past and we haven't met yet. Then I realize he's likely there to kill Hayden. I rush to where I left her, and notice she's gone. I feverishly start looking around and asking staff where she is, hoping to find her before Sylar does. I liked this dream when I woke up, as I felt a genuine sense of caring about a romantic partner, something I've never had and never will. I would have done anything for her.

In the next dream, I am Jack Quaid (actor) playing a character. I'm hanging on the side of a helicopter or VTOL, flying along the coast of a subtropical city, likely Miami. I look up and see Nazi fighter jets flying in formation above us, then suddenly vanishing. I realize the Nazis, who won the war, have grown so advanced that by this alternate 2022 they've developed fighter jets that can literally turn invisible. I have visions of the world map. The Nazis have taken over the whole world, united under a new kind of cult called "The Black Hand" (their symbol a black handprint). Only one continent is free from their influence. The world's last hope. Our VTOL circles a skyscraper, and I fall out of the VTOL, attached only by the belt through a rope. As the VTOL starts losing control in a spiraling motion, I am crashed through the skyscraper (!!!). Finally I am detached and I fall down. As I smack into the ground (well, a lower part of the building), it is revealed that the character (seeing in third person now) is just an actor surrounded by a full camera crew. The Nazi universe is a new TV show being filmed. I'm on the set myself now. Jack walks off the set, and I congratulate him on his performance. He laughs, saying it was an insane scene.

I've been having a somewhat better dream recall average than I normally would, but haven't been taking note of dreams enough and my last DJ here was ages ago now. This is a particularly memorable dream fragment from this week.

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Dream Fragment:

First half is missing.

Was in my home city, or some altered version of it. It was day time and I was heading home on foot; there was a fluid transition to my arrival home but I've forgotten the detail of it, and when I got there it was dark at that point. My dad was in his car and approached me and told me to get in the car so we could go somewhere (for a meal or something?) - I was a bit reluctant, I was feeling in pain and really tired; mom was sat at the back with one of my brothers (T) and one of my cousins (R) was sat at the front, so I sat next to mom.

Dad started driving and very shortly after, we were going through some surreal highway that I've seen in some other dream fairly recently; surrounded by cliffs and 10-story buildings on top of the cliffs. It then turned into a rock and dirt road and there were dark abysses either side of the road, with more cliffs in the distance. I was a bit apprehensive too, but mom was starting to get quite worried and told dad, in the same way as I ever expect.

He reassured her with a smile, saying: "It's fine, I've driven on these roads loads of times!". Very shortly after he said that, we went over a bump in the road, but there was nothing on the other side. The car fell straight into one of those abysses, none of us seemingly very concerned by this, plunging into water at the bottom.

At first we didn't try to get out; I remember thinking "Well it doesn't really matter" but eventually we all got out and swam up. When we got to the surface of the water, some sort of root-like things descended toward us and took us to a sort of rocky area under a much bigger floating mass of rock.

At the centre of this area there was some sort of little shop. I remember going in and seeing all these small 4:3 CRT TV screens, each one no bigger than my head, sat on shelves, almost perfectly spaced apart. Each one of the screens had a landscape view in it, like a live feed, but not much was going on in any of them. It was a colourful shelf to look at.

As I walked along this narrow path between these big metal shelves with the TVs, something caught my attention on top of one shelf. A moonstone, but not as bright and vivid or even opalescent like one I actually have in reality. The gem was pale and sort of a sepia or cream colour but it was still slightly translucent as expected. What was odd about it was that it was encrusted with some sort of gold filigree and small golden spheres.

Start to remember less detail at this point. I remember dad went off his own way and so did my sibling and cousin. Mom stayed with me and we went outside, where it was still dark, although the direct area around wherever we went was always seemingly lit. More like the darkness was a fog made of black.

I remember seeing some bones or dead plants and noticing the floor was particularly arid. Eventually we found some building thing, which was very square. It had a brand new kitchen I think, but apart from that it was mostly just dark corridors. I don't remember anything after that point.

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A note:

I remember that in the dream the surreal landscapes felt familiar but out of place. Although I did not get anywhere near being lucid, I've had more of these moments lately where I'll have pre-lucid thoughts or recognition of a feature from a past dream.

Afternoon of October 12, 2018. Friday.

Dream #: 18,925-02. Reading time: 15 sec.



I had fallen asleep on the couch while sitting up. Zsuzsanna was out with our children at the time. The television was on, and it was fairly loud. I could hear it through the veil of sleep. It was a man’s voice talking continuously. As soon as he stopped talking, and there was silence for about two seconds, I experienced a typical falling dream (waking start).

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Sep 10 2018

I tried to remember my dreams by color coding them in order of ROY G BIV.
Red -- I memorized the letters MC, for both Minecraft and Main Character (don't remember why for this part). I vividly remember being on a sort of platformer stage made up of blocks. I was walking back and forth and talking to DCs, but walking a thin line either way as I did it. Finally I jumped too far and one of the blocks gave out. I almost fell but somehow "reset" myself. I remember there being cliffs behind me and some long grass or vines/ivy. The sky or "background" was orange.

Blue -- don't remember, but remember I tried to associate it with something.

Morning of June 1, 1998. Monday.

Reading time: 1 min 52 sec. Readability score: 52.



Deliberately stepping into the dream space, I find it is a comfortably dark room that has walls, floor, and ceiling of gray stone. I am unaware of the presence of a door or doorway.

What I first think is an Egyptian sarcophagus is present in the center of the room. It is mainly rectangular and lacking detail. In semi-lucidity, I realize it is a representation of the fact that I am asleep in bed.

Moving closer, I see that the lid of the sarcophagus is like a stained glass window of a Christian church, although it portrays an unknown British king rather than a religious scene, the imagery of which resembles the king of diamonds in a deck of cards. A yellow light is discernible from under, shining through its semi-transparent sections despite the multi-colored stained glass, and I fall into it (deliberately, leaning forward) without fear, cracking it open and immediately being “back” in bed.

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Explanatory notes on dream modeling and processing:

My physical body is asleep in bed, not moving, and that is the foundation (and trigger) of the rendering of the sarcophagus. I am aware of the cause while in my dream aside from the fact its foundation is semi-lucidly scripted. (In “Stargate,” the sarcophagus is used to restore the physical body to full health and that was my original intent here.) The details mainly stem from associations with two Alan Parsons Project albums, “Pyramid” and “Turn of a Friendly Card.” (On the cover of “Pyramid,” Alan Parsons is sitting up in bed in a room with an orange and yellow glow. “Turn of a Friendly Card” features the king of diamonds in stained glass.)

The color yellow is a factor I have used all my life (in both infra-awareness and lucidity) to initiate emerging consciousness and dream state revivification. It is not a factor of absolute dream control in every case (only RAS mediation, which is unpredictable due to ultradian rhythm peaks and lows) and is typically more likely to bring about waking and preconscious manifestation than intended reinduction.

Deliberately leaning and falling forward, or jumping from a window or cliff is a method I have used since childhood to intensify and sustain a dream, though it does not always work as it occasionally triggers VSC RAS modulation. In contrast, the breaking window is a metaphor for dream state cessation as in the 1971 TV movie, “The Deadly Dream.”

Notes added Friday, 17 August 2018. As of this date, creating a large locked steel bank vault door that replaces the front door of a house, and rapidly flying towards it from a bedroom (to phase through it into whatever is beyond in the front yard) with total faith and confidence, is the most viable way I have found to vivify and sustain the dream state.

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I'm leading two youths through a town: a little girl and boy. The girl asks about the development of her breasts so I nervously redirect her attention to a restaurant. She says she would like to eat at 'this' restaurant instead, and points to one called "Rational and Action". We sit down and the girl tells me that the burger has changed since the last time she'd eaten there.

I'm falling off a cliff, so I hang onto a ladder. Options in text form appear before my face, one asking for me to jump, and the other asking me to climb back up. I choose to jump and reach for a thick green vine on the cliff. I use the vine the anchor my feet onto the cliff and begin to pull and walk my way up over the cliff's edge. When I reach the top, I am standing before what seems to be an Aztec ruin. I walk through a gate entrance into an open square laid with brick. Suddenly I begin fighting humanoid creatures dressed in silver and gold armour with many weapons. I defeat them all, but the last is able to nick my right index finger and I notice a gaping red cut crossing from the left tip of my finger to the top right of my palm.

I'm in the basement smoking weed with some friends and I have the need to hide my weed. I try to grind the weed and place it in a bag to slip through a crack leading outside in my shower, but I can't grind fast enough. Instead I put the weed in a tupperware container, stash it in my bag and leave to go to school. An old man, dark, with long hair, stops me and tells me how to properly organize my backpack so that I can efficiently hide the weed. He also gives me two dogs to take to school. One to ride, and one that protects me. I think 'Isn't it going to hurt the dog?' but I step over it's back and sit down anyways. The dog takes off at a high speed, running with joy and it's joy and speed make me giddy with excitement. The road turns from county fields to town streets.

Total LD's/Dream = 0/1 = 0%

A dream scene ends of me and my father waiting in a room with a group of people. The new scene appears and it is me at a store, appears to be a clothing store. I look through a few in the section I am in. I notice a book that seems to be a part of the bible. I read some of it verse and brought it back to where I had originally pick it up. I then notice I was around a lot of baby clothes for children.

I look around the corner where I heard a group of people talking. When I saw them I notice one person that means something to me. It was my cousin. She appeared different, as if she had gain a lot more weight recently. When I observe further as I notice her picking up baby clothes, it became apparent that she is pregnant. I continue browsing in till my path cross with her.

I simply smiled and waved while walking away. I then decided to look for clothes that I could wear since I needed some new ones. That is when the dream scene change again in to my room. I had assume I was awake as it identical in every way, it was night with no lights on. But something was feeling off to me, I decided to ignore it. As I sat up from my bed something happened to me that I don't know how to explain. I felt like I lost control of my surroundings. I was standing up at the front door of my room.

That's when I heard screams , it felt piercing and loud. It was a girl voice screaming in pain. I started looking around my room asking what's going on. That's when I started pacing my room to see if there was a way I could find her. For some reason information was toss in to my head against my will, that told me this girl I am hearing is my daughter. Even though I do not have children.

There was such a desperate urge to help this person, that I started screaming when I kept hearing her. That's when I finally woke up, I was slightly breathing hard and clutch my covers. I was wondering why my dreams were a bit tense lately. Then some DC mentally answered my own question by saying some dreams are bad/ I ask mentally in my head is there a way where I can always have good dreams? He said unfortunately dreams are always good and bad depending on the individual.

I was going to ask why in till I became lucid on sensing something was wrong. A voice began mentally speaking to me saying , so you have now seen apart of my inner world. Now you see how scary it can be when you will now have to suffer and I will be coming back. Once I heard this I told her no don't bother me anymore. No do not do this. The dream scene change again to me waking up in my bed. It was another false awakening. I got up out of my bed as I was finish sleeping. As I stood up on the floor that's when the feeling hit me again.

I became lucid and was beginning to see another person in 3rd person and yet I could still see through my own self as if I was in 1st person. I notice someone running aimlessly in grey. Then I completely was back in 1st person with this intense fear around me. The shocking screams began again and I couldn't help but panic to try to find this girl that was in so much suffering. I kept looking around in my room and started saying this can't be happening to me. That's when my window turned in to a grey realm. I ran in there as I continue to follow the loud screams.

However the grey realm only led me back to my room to where I couldn't see anything. I began to scream as I hear the screams of the girl and my own echoing endlessly. It made my head go numb after hearing that after constantly screaming I open my front door and bang on my father door. His door was lock which is not normal for him as he usually leaves it unlock. I began yelling him to open up the door and that I was being attack by someone. I could hear his television set come on as the door opened.

I told him I needed his help and I was beginning to talk to him about what was going on. I wake up. This time I think I am really awake and the first thing I do is open my door to get to my father and to explain to him what is happening. I began knocking on his door again as it opened. His TV once again came on and he was not in a good mood. I told him something is wrong and that I was being attacked by some person. He doesn't care and tells me to leave me alone and ask me do you know how early it is.

I look at the time and see that it is 2:02 AM . I told him he still has plenty of time to rest. He gets angry and tells me he is done helping me. That's when I found myself waking in my bed again. No I said, I was already lucid and yelled why are you doing this to me? That's when something on my bed sprang around like a spider. A woman out of no where appeared sitting in front of me on my bed with red hair. A voice told me in unintelligible words that it was angry with me. I knew it was anger because of how intense the sensation was around me. I began saying I am sorry for what I have done.

It began showing me images and a vision that I would understand. I knew what the issue was now and said I was sorry. But it didn't matter I could tell nothing I was saying was getting through to her. Whatever this thing was. That's when I woke up again from my bed. I was already lucid and the same terrifying scenario happened again and again. I couldn't stop screaming and I remember falling to the floor which somehow made me continue falling endlessly further down. My head felt so much confusion that I didn't know what to do or think anymore.

I didn't know when I had waken up or if I was awake all this time. My eyes were just staring at the ceiling. It was like I had been in a trance. I place my hand on my head, my head felt empty as if nothing was in it. I sat up to check the time and could see it is 2:02 AM. I am sorry.

Morning of February 7, 2018. Wednesday.



In my dream, I am sitting at a small round metal table that is implied to be at an outdoor restaurant. However, it is actually the backyard of my present home, though my dream self does not perceive it as such. It seems to be early afternoon. There is an unknown male of about thirty years old who is sitting across from me. I am ready to eat what I think is a hamburger.

The other male looks on as another male approaches the area behind me. He seems to be a young Asian of about twenty. He places an object of about the shape and size of a cupcake on the pavement. It has another feature in the center that looks like a vertically oriented drinking staw. The other male tells him that he is really rude and implies that he is up to something.

Looking at it, my head turned around to my right trying to discern what it might be, I am somewhat wary, wondering if it is some sort of small explosive, not as a threat, but something that will just make a loud noise. The Asian male goes back to sit with at least two other people to the right of the back of my house (which my dream self does not yet recognize as such). Soon, water (or what seems to be water) starts spraying directly upward from the feature that resembles a drinking straw. It makes a soft fizzing sound.

I turn back around to get ready to eat, but the back left leg of my chair seems to have vanished or melted as a result of the unknown object and the “water” that came out. I feel my body almost fall to the ground but I am able to stand up in time. I am very annoyed. I go to where the young male is. I find a thin hardcover book and start hitting him on both sides of his head very hard. He eventually seems very dazed and is mostly on the ground on his left side. I do not want to kill him, so I eventually stop.

I walk to the back door of my house with only a vague realization of where I am. Ian Somerhalder (the actor) is sitting on the steps (right side when facing the back of the house from the backyard).

I say, “I did not want to be too violent, I just wanted to get the message across.”

Ian says, “Yes, you used just the right amount of physical strength and force.” I am aware on one level that I am making him say what I want as if I had total control. (This is a recurring dream factor, where I somehow know I am dreaming and controlling what the characters say, yet not with a viable memory of the dream state or active lucidity.) I turn to go into my house at the subliminal call of the waking prompt.

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This dream uses the same basic waking autosymbolism as always, but the roles are curiously different. I recognize the variant of the mechanism, as it has happened often before.

Doorway waking symbolism is rendered as my dream’s exit point (a doorway symbolizing a shift in the level of unconsciousness, in this case, fully waking).

In this case, the preconscious (Ian Somerhalder) is passive and under the control of my emergent consciousness in liminal space, somewhat different than the typical non-lucid RAS mediation, though he is still by the doorway during the transition.

The unusual form of an attempt at water reinduction softened the hypnopompic kick which atypically did not wake me with a start but of which I was aware of in the dream state. I (subliminally) decided to wake myself anyway.

It was my dream self (personified subconscious) that tried to bring the personified unconscious out of the dream state by hitting him with a book (an emergent consciousness factor which has been recognized as such since early childhood, as only the conscious self can feasibly read and understand large amounts of text, as in the dream state, it is typically unstable and often changes when attempting to read the same text the second time). The final position of the personified unconscious as I had been striking him matched my sleeping position exactly. I typically do not dominate RAS mediation other than in dreams of the first part of the sleeping period or in apex lucidity, based on my awareness of the dream state (whether or not I am lucid, as there is always a factor which seems to indicate dream awareness at one level or another) and whether I want to wake or not.

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Me as a kid watching tv in messy house with parents and brothers and sisters, we have to stop to tidy up the place and I sneek of to tidy up stuff that is in a giant bird's nest (arts and crafts at school).

Trying to get somewhere on stonestairwell but can't as too big a gap, i'm clinging on feeling nauseas from fear of falling.

I bump into Art teacher ive know since a kid then go outside where people are sunbathing. I use my powers to make food appear for someone then to make it pour rain idk why

Morning of October 1, 2017. Sunday.

Dream #: 18,549-02. Reading time: 40 sec.



Post-induction: I am with my wife Zsuzsanna and our children as we appear now. We are seemingly at the local showgrounds at nighttime. (This scene stems from residual memory of the enjoyable time we had there in real life.)

Vestibular stage: Zsuzsanna takes our youngest daughter up a ladder to a minimal structure where a person is to jump off an I-beam from at least thirty feet up. I soon see the view from overhead even though I had not yet climbed the ladder, yet I do not seem incorporeal.

The drop: I am wary as I do not want Zsuzsanna or our daughter injured. However, after they jump, a safety net appears, and they cheerfully land on it.

Sustaining vestibular modulation: I decide to try it, but I start to realize as I am climbing the metal ladder that I am liminally trying to enhance my imaginary physicality. Before I get to the I-beam (though I was already on it in the first scene), I wake, feeling amused.

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Early evening of July 27, 2017. Thursday.

Dream #: 8,483-07. Reading time: 1 min 10 sec.



Precursory (vestibular): I enter my dream self’s imaginary physical body and find myself running. I am Grant Williams as Scott Carey in the 1957 movie “The Incredible Shrinking Man.” I am running over the top of a series of cardboard boxes on about the fourth shelf up of a metal utility shelving unit. I am about four inches tall. I do not seem to be running because of a threat, just running along. (“On the shelf” is autosymbolism that is analogous to being in bed. The closed boxes represent the inability to move my body while sleeping, yet I am running on them as I still subliminally perceive my muscularity.)

Virtual witness integration: Zsuzsanna, appearing somewhat like a 1950s actress, is running behind me, though to my left. There is a heightened sense of energy. (This short dream occurred at about 5:30 pm AEST during a nap. Zsuzsanna was in bed with me at the time. She was to my left because she was to my left in bed, and behind me, because I was closer to waking as liminally perceived by my dream self.)

The drop: Soon, I see the scene from an incorporeal viewpoint from the front of the shelving unit. “We” are running from left to right. Grant Williams as Scott Carey as “me,” running at an angle, runs straight off the cardboard box from off the front of the shelf and falls to the floor onto his right side and kicks. Simultaneously, I experience a mild hypnopompic kick and upper back spasm as I realize the residual imagery reflects my sleeping position. (I am looking down at my body.)

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This July 27, 2017 dream is a fictitious scene from “The Incredible Shrinking Man.” Grant Williams died on July 28, 1985.

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Four nightmares last night. I blame the new mantra that I decided to try after a bad dream I had recently.

Here's Johnny!
I see a crude, black and white character creation screen and a small bedroom behind it. The "graphics" of the bedroom are life-like. I have to play a female character, but I get to choose an adjective that will determine her background, starting items and the story I experience. The prompt is "I am ______ ." First I write "I am holy." and I see the small bedroom change. Everything is white, golden and shiny, like some royal bedroom. But then I get an idea. What if my character got it on with all the NPCs? That would help me in the game for sure, and would be entertaining for me. So I write "I am dirty." and hit enter. The room instantly transforms. Everything looks worn, colorless and dirty. I manifest in the game as a teenage girl wearing a colorless dress and long blond hair. No shoes, no starting items, nothing.

There's a brand new door in the room. I didn't see that in the previous version of the room. The door has a large window and I can see that it leads downstairs to a mansion. The house beyond the door is in good condition, unlike my room. I go down the stairs, looking for the first NPC. I feel like I'm trespassing. I turn right after the stairs and the house starts to remind me of Resident Evil 7. I feel a person approaching behind me and I hide behind a cabinet. I remind myself that I want to meet NPCs, why would I be scared of this first one? I step forward and meet the stranger. It turns out to be Jack from RE7...well shit.

I attempt to talk, but he just wants to kill me. I run and meet a young man with a weapon. He tries to protect me, but Jack makes short work of him. I find an exercise machine with a saw blade and some chainsaw chains stuck in it. I pick up the whole thing and try to hit the saw part into Jack. I succeed and Jack informs me that I dealt 63 dmg, while he pulls the blade out of his body. "Unfortunately, you would need to hit me 40 times with that!" he continues. Jack gathers the chain around his fist and tries to punch me. I summon a bucket out of thin air and block the attack. He's way stronger than me. There's no hope of winning this fight. So I peace out...by waking up.

Don't Fall
I'm back in army. For whatever reason I'm on top of a six floor building. It's windy and I lose my footing. I slide off the edge, but manage to hang on. However, the roof is smooth, there's nothing to grab and I can't hold on forever, I'm bound to fall. I am scared. And so I peace out again, by waking up.

LD 90 - Gravity Manipulation
I'm in army AGAIN. This time I'm in the building, on fifth floor or something. I'm just observing two anime characters having a dialogue. They disappear and I notice the hallway I'm in has toilets. My roommate appears from one room and asks "Where do they keep the lawn mowers here?" I'm pretty sure I know the answer, but I see a cleaning lady and ask her about it. "Each barracks has a storage on the first floor." "Right, you heard her." I tell my roommate and he wanders off.

Scene changes. I'm on the roof again. This time there's two DCs with me. Wind takes me off my feet again and I slide off the edge. I manage to hold on with both arms, but there still isn't anything to grab. I hope one of the DCs would help me. They see me, but don't act. I feel fear and become lucid. "I'm not falling. Calm down." I tell myself, but I can't shake the fear. I focus on feeling lighter and that works. I decide to flip gravity all together. I want to feel gravity pulling me from the opposite direction. Free fall into space. That would be a new one. I start to feel being pulled into the sky. I see a light on the roof. It's the tractor beam of a spaceship! Then everything becomes blurry and I go blind. I fail to bring visuals back before I'm pulled out of the dream completely and wake up.

Then the last dream was some rich kids having an orgy in my grandma's house while she was gone. Also my hair looked terrible in that dream. I consider that one a bad dream too.

I was in a house that connected to another house? but it was hard to get too. And though this didnt really seem to figure in the dream, the other parts of the house were floating in a void (that's right nothing there at all). I felt I had to be careful I didn't fall into the infinity of space, is all.
In order to get reach the other parts of the house I had to really strain. In these parts, a staircase, a little kitchen, a corridor and some little room, were provisions I could nab, for myself. I was able to release my breath when I got somewhere safe.

Next I was dreaming about a race of werewolves. They're were two groups the old which had some kind of powers too, shown by blue streaks of energy (tendril like when they moved) and a younger breed which was trying to usurp the old (they had red trails).
The younger werewolf would soon overpower the others by eating its way through enough victims (prey), which included werewolves.

Here's an example of one of my few successful LD's, this one earlier this year.


INT. KITCHEN OF CHILDHOOD HOME - NIGHT

I'm standing by the kitchen counter when suddenly i begin falling through the floor. If being in a place 3000 km away doesn't strike me as odd, having the Pauli exclusion principle fail the soles of my shoes--and the linoleum under them--fortunately does! Enough to prompt an RC. So i look out the window to try to orient myself, to see if i'm falling with respect to the entire environment or if only the floor is moving up to meet me, etc. Good example of being critically aware of my surroundings and thinking things through.

This was a satisfying success but didn't last long enough to make further use of.

I was on the roof of a skyscraper. I think I was trying to walk on top of a kind of crane hanging off the building? Suddenly the crane collapsed. I tried to hang on, but the whole thing came down. I fell down the building, but waaaay faster than terminal velocity. It felt like a thousand kilometres per hour. Then I smacked into the ground. I could feel my legbones reaching past my ears, which was definitely not good. Oddly, the "anti-gravity cushion" that normally prevents me from falling to my death in other dreams, failed me!