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Ok so I finally had my first ever lucid dream since I've been keeping my dream journal. Here's how it went: starts out in my house nothing too unusual going on my foster mom and dad are in their room laying down and I'm walking around the house, in the living room there is a large woman working a bar that sells some delicious cakes, she seems to like me but I'm more interested in the cakes, when there's is only one left she tell me she can't sell anymore so i go to my sisters room and find my friends psp. Finding his psp in her rooms bothers me because i'de been asking to borrow the thing for ages and he wouldn't let me so i pick it up and start battling (He had the new birth by sleep kingdom hearts game; fitting for something in the dream world.)eventually i go into the game and start running around, though it's no longer kingdom hearts its more mario/zelda themed and i have a sword, Somehow i run into my friend Butters in the game and he wants to try a sword trick he's figured out we do the trick and somehow i think the trick is relevant to a reality check so when it causes me to appear back in my parents room from the start of the dream, i realize hey it worked and start walking around the house seeing if i can gain some dream control. I try to make some grapes appear to see if i can do it and there are like three, another interesting thing to note is that my friend came with me from the game back to the house (along with a few others) but in the transition he turned from Butters in the game part to my friend randy once we got back to my house.

I'm having some marathon REM cycles lately. Today, no supplements or unusual food but I drank some caffeine late in the day that kept me up late.

Ectoplasm Game
1038: D. I have the vague sense that this was really long, but my recall isn't great. I'm in a house with my mother and sister. But the house is unfamiliar. We are talking in the kitchen. The sink is full of dirty dishes. My sister is leaving tomorrow? Water is important for some reason.

Then I sit in the living room and play a video game. It's like Prince of Persia where I'm running and jumping along walls. The character looks more like Aladdin though. Sometimes it seems I am playing the game, other times I am in the game. I am leading around a princess, trying to escape a castle. All around, there is bluish gooey substances called ectoplasm. If you touch the ectoplasm, you'll become a ghost. I think it's blue because it's absorbed all the water. So as we are escaping, we also have to reverse the magic and save all the water.

But it's an inevitable part of the game that the main character will become a ghost. So there's one scene where I jump and can't avoid the ectoplasm. When I do, a retail box of the video game opens and there are souvenir water jugs inside.

fragment
I no longer have my Civic and instead drive a pickup truck.

Took a B-Complex supplement about 2 hours before sleep and also sipped some natural apple juice throughout the night.

Colored String Competition
0200: C. In a competition. Each player has a small plastic toy bow (as in bow-and-arrow) with a colored piece of string. There are about 10 people including me. Some are vaguely familiar. There is a host, like it's a game show. The goal is to guess the color of other's strings. I think mine is plain white. The host guides us through a few rounds. Then one round is tricky. The choice is between two people who have pink and red. We are supposed to guess which is which. Only me and one other girl get it right. Actually, I just copy her guess. I realize she is Lexi, a childhood friend.

WBTB+MILD, short

Bunker, Dream Control without Lucidity
0452: B. Ok, this dream was really vivid. I could have sworn it was lucid, but on waking up and recalling I realized I never actually had the critical lucid moment. I'm on a Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II map. I think it's called Quarry. But I'm not fighting. I look for a bunker under the hills and find one. It has a low ceiling, a locking door, and a narrow pillbox window looking out at the center of the map. I'm glad that the door has a lock for some reason. I look at the low ceiling. This is the point where I appreciate how vivid the dream is and I feel that pre-lucid tingle but never go fully lucid. The ceiling is bare rock with a tangle of metal braces, electrical wires, and light bulbs. There are also some spider webs and I carefully look for spiders but find none. The whole room is only about 10 feet by 10 feet. I think there is a bed and a few military-looking green crates stacked around.

Now Hugh and a girl are in the room with me. The girl is tall and skinny with a brown hair in a pony tail. Kinda tomboyish. She vaguely reminds me of the ex-girlfriend of an old friend from college. She's casually dressed in jeans and a tank top with some cleavage, which is distracting me. I show them the view through the window. It's bright day outside. You can see the part of the map where there's a big stack of cube-shaped cut stones. But in the dream, they are cardboard boxes instead of stones. I notice this is weird but not enough to become lucid. Then I try to impress both of them, mostly the girl, with some dream powers. I try to levitate an empty water bottle but fail. The girl is bored and wants to go somewhere else. I try to teleport us out but fail again. So we walk out the door, through a hallway and out into the open.

Hugh and the girl venture off. I'm looking around and see Justin, a childhood friend, walk up to me. His hair is buzzed really short, almost bald. He's wearing a light blue UCLA T-shirt. He says something about the UCLA football team. Then he asks if I'm bored and what to do something. He suggests we go watch a movie called "Cobalt Jungle." I say "Hell, yeah!" Here's where I start showing some dream control.

Justin jumps on a motorized dirt bike and I fly behind him. I'm parallel to the ground, just a 2-3 feet off the ground. We're traveling on a very rough dirt road with a steep hill bank on either side. The sky is now overcast and the ground is muddy with patches of green. Justin and I are weaving around telephone polls that are scattered on the road. I want to go faster so I concentrate and accelerate. We started at about 30 mph, now it feels like 80 mph. Justin hits a bump in the road and falls off his bike. But before he hits the ground, I reach with my left arm and use telekinesis to put him back on the bike and to keep the bike from crashing. Wake up and try to DEILD but no luck.

WBTB+MILD, long, read DV

The Blue Sweater
0638 B. Another very vivid dream. This time I become lucid for a while. I recall a fragment from the earliest part of the dream. I'm laying in bed and feel something warm at my feet. I lift the sheets and see my old cat Sam balled up. He wakes up and moves up the bed closer to me and lays down again next to my body for warmth. I think, aww, so cute.

False awakening. I roll over to write in my journal. It's early morning light outside. The window is at the head of the bed, which is the correct direction. Next to my journal, I see two pairs of glasses. One looks like mine, though this isn't where I usually place them when I sleep. The other pair looks similar in style but smaller. I think, hmm, who's are these? I get up and look around nervously. Is there someone else in my room? No. The room is fairly convincing as my real bedroom and very vivid. I examine the glasses more closely. They look like reading glasses that you would wear at the edge of your nose. They say "Granny" on the legs like a brand name.

As I'm looking at the glasses, I notice I'm wearing a very thick and woolly royal blue sweater. I think, Umm what? I don't own anything like this. I nose-plug check and I can breath. But I'm not convinced. The scene seems too vivid to be a dream. I do the nose-plug again and can breath again. Hmm. Ok, I guess I'm dreaming. But I'm still surprised. I do a finger-through-the-hand check to be sure. My finger doesn't go through but I look down and see my finger smushed like clay against the palm of my hand. Ok, I'm finally convinced.

What to do? I think of my plan. My plan that I set for tonight was: look at my hands, feel my body, notice my clothes, then take off my clothes and do something embarrassing while naked. I get up the taking off my clothes. I start pulling the sleeves of the blue sweater when I decide that I could be doing something interesting while disrobing.

I look at the window and realize it's wrong. It's a long and rectangular. It should be two tall narrow windows. Outside, I see a front lawn and other houses like a suburban neighborhood. That's also wrong; I live in the city with a parking structure across the street. This improves my lucidity but distracts me. Outside on the lawn, I see a giant TV screen. It's a billboard mounted just a few feet off the ground. There are a few adults throwing a football on the street. I intuitively know they are a news crew from the local TV station. I forget about my clothes and plan. I climb on the bed and try to phase through the window. I get halfway and feel stuck. Oh no!

At this point, my recall is broken and I lose lucidity. I might have woken up and DEILD back. Either way, the dream continues. One of the news crew is now in my room. He's an Asian man with a light blue dress shirt and slacks. He reminds me of a real TV reporter from one of the TV stations in Los Angeles. He apologizes for the billboard and says it won't be there more than three days. He goes on about how important advertising is for his station and who important the suburbs are. As we're talking, he starts standing, then sitting, then laying on the floor near my desk. Then he goes on about how television and entertainment are so important to our culture. He compares it to religion in the time of Jesus. I try to summarize his argument "So, the Internet is the new religion?" He says "Yes, exactly!"

WBTB, trouble falling asleep

Soccer
1107: D. Playing on a soccer team. Maybe a college team. Strict grid system with only one part of slack allowed. I am a controversial new member of the team. I make a play that leads to a goal.

I didn't wear my Zeo this night. I felt like a pilot flying a plane without instruments. Also an irregular night because of the nap.

The Chess Set
2140: C. This was actually a nap in the late evening, but I'll include it in the night recall tally. Lance and I are cleaning up a chess set that has spilled on the floor. The set looks just like the one I had as a kid with rough wooden pieces of beige and brown. We set up the pieces on the board to easily see if any are missing. The cross on the crown of the white king has broken off. We get all the pieces and decide to play. I'm white, Lance is black. I don't remember the moves but I lose.

Then our bosses come along and we tell them about the game. But they are only interested in the chess set itself because Chris bought it. They are praising Chris. Lance is upset that they are ignoring the game and I am doubly upset because I also lost. Chris isn't there but I remember that I found his wallet on the ground. It's a rather plain black leather wallet and rather thick. I put it in my desk drawer for safe keeping until he returns on Monday. Wow. This dream totally makes sense in a very metaphorical way. Dreams are like that.

Marooned, The Pittsburgh Pirates
0530: D. I recalled this dream just after the one below it. I'm just guessing at the time. The recall is poor because it got muddled by the subsequent dream. Still, this is the first time I've recalled two separate dreams at once. I'm stuck an a deserted island with three other people. Two are male, one female. It's a tropical island with lots of palm trees. It's more like Robinson Crusoe than it is Lost. There is a calm lagoon. I sit and talk with the woman overlooking the lagoon. We don't think we'll get rescued but I guess we do with an abrupt scene change. Some one tells me that the the Oakland A's beat the Pittsburgh Pirates in the World Series. I'm surprised and don't believe it at all. (This is just like a scene from Lost with Jack and the Boston Red Sox.)

Cluttered Office
0706: C. I'm in an office building working. My mother and father are there. I have my own office. Someone comes into my office and remarks how cluttered it is. It looks more like a bedroom crowded with furniture. There's a bed, a dresser, a desk, maybe a bunk bed, and some other furniture. It's so crowded you can't actually open any drawers or climb on the beds. There's only room for me to sit at the desk. I'm supposed to be working but I'm cleaning up the room instead.

I take a bunch of stuff out to the back of the building to toss in the dumpster. There is a small patio lined with vines. At this point, the scene feels more like my old house in SAV. I meet my father out there. He asks "What are you doing around the humid dumpster?" I notice that it's bright, hot and humid outside. I lift and drop some things in the dumpster and then I notice flies and insects in and around it. I turn around and see bees flying around the flowers in the vines. I'm grossed out and run inside through a sliding glass door. There are a few insects crawling on the floor inside and I try to shoo them out. End.

Virtual Reality Game With "Iceman"
1119: C. I'm playing a first-person shooter game using futuristic virtual reality suits. The "real" world is a clean futuristic spaceship like Star Trek. The "virtual" game world is also futuristic but rougher, like Halo or Gears of War. The game takes place in a forest with sunlight spilling through the canopy. It reminds me of a map from Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II. Both scenes are moderately well lit.

So I'm playing this game with a team against another. On our team is Val Kilmer who is just like his character "Iceman" from Top Gun. I'm jealous of how good he is. We are beating the other team. The other team's captain is a mild-mannered middle-aged man. At one point, our team pulls out the lightsabers and chainsaws. But the other team stops the game and complains. They are afraid they will die for "real" if they are cut by a chainsaw. I think they should have to forfeit for this, but we keep playing without the gruesome melee weapons because Iceman is such a calm and confident guy. We win easily.

We exit the game and are back on the spaceship. The captain of the ship looks like the chief instructor from Top Gun. He congratulates a few people on the team for their great play, especially Iceman. I don't get any praise. I only did okay. I feel jealous.

Experimenting with some dream titles to break up the wall of text a bit.

0230: F. Two sentences of illegible notes.

Birthday Girl, Bro Code
0337: C. Even in a dream, I obey the bro code. I'm at a girl's birthday party. I came with Lance. It's indoors at a house. There are about a dozen people there. It's dark outside and mostly dark inside. Lance and I pull the birthday girl aside to give her the gifts, so the three of us are alone in a dark room. Lance forgot to bring a gift, but luckily I brought two. I say they are from both of us.

The birthday girl has short black hair. She's tall and pretty. She's wearing a dress. She opens the presents. One is wrapped in purple, the other in yellow. Yellow is her favorite color? I don't remember what the gifts are but she really likes them and is very happy. She starts making out with both of us. (Not the arrangement I had planned for my first threesome, but whatever) As things get heated, it's clear the girl is more interested in me. She pulls off my pants and ignores Lance. Lance gets up and paces around the room upset. He keeps saying "That's not cool." I stop her and get up. She wants me to come back. I leave with Lance.

Hell Is An Amusement Park Line
0510: C. I need to raise half a million dollars, fast. Maybe I'm in debt to a loan shark.

Scene change. I'm in purgatory. I guess I'm dead. I'm waiting in line to be judged to go to heaven or hell. The focus changes to someone else, like I'm watching the movie of some else's life. The main character is a man who died while trying to solve a crime. He's destined to go to heaven, but he chooses the go to hell instead. He hopes he can find more information in hell to solve the crime. I think that's heroic. His partner tries to stop him and says he's crazy. Our hero says he's from San Francisco. Somehow that makes sense to the partner and lets him go.

Scene change. Now it's hell. People come sliding down a big ramp into a large red cavern crowded with people. It's lit by flames and it's fairly bright. Our hero comes sliding down. The focus switches back to me in first-person. I'm already in hell when the hero arrives. In hell, everyone is standing in tight groups in little pens formed by metal railings. It's just like waiting in line for an amusement park ride. I'm standing near some elementary school classmates and they are talking on and on about boring stuff. I think, this IS torture. I think that's funny.

I yell to someone who just arrives down the slide. "Hey, I hope you can come up with the money, by the way. Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I don't have bills to pay. But it's not like I can do anything about it from down here."

Birthday Gifts, Annoying Ice Cream Girl
0716: C. I'm indoors in an unfamiliar place but I get the impression that it's my own bedroom in a house. Apparently, it's my birthday. I'm unwrapping presents. Most of the presents are children's toys like dolls and figurines. My sister gives me a new Blackberry. I walk across the room to plug it in to charge. Another gift is D&D-like role playing game. Hugh wants to play so I unfold the map across the floor. I remark how big the map is. It's about 6 feet by 3 feet.

Scene change. I'm in a outdoor mall in a food court. I'm wearing a blue shirt with faded white lettering that says "BIRTHDAY TODDLER." Everyone is gone except Hugh, but he starts walking away leaving me alone. There are other random people in the food court though. A girl from the crowd walks up to me. I'm not attracted to her. She says she want to satisfy some urges and then walks away somewhere, as if to go fetch something that she will bring back to me. I feel awkward. Another girl walks up to me. This one is attractive and I want to talk to her. She wishes me happy birthday. I ask how she knew it was my birthday. She says it's written on my shirt.

The first girl comes back and hijacks the conversation. The second girl walks away. I'm annoyed about that but I try to be polite. The girl has a variety of ice cream and she starts feeding it to me. She want me to guess the flavors and pick my favorite. I play along to be polite. The first one is dark cherry. The second is strawberry. There are two more that I haven't tasted yet. The next one is green so I'm thinking it will either be mint or pistachio. Dream fades.

0740: False awakening. I don't RC. I roll over to write in my dream journal about my last dream. I write something but I don't note the time. Then I wake up for real. I RC. I roll over to write in my dream journal. I think, wait! Didn't I just do this? Damn it! I write: "False awakening. I dream of writing in my journal."

Unstable DEILD
0811: D. Again, I'm in the food court of an indoor mall but this one is different. I'm with two friends but I don't recall who. We sit at a bench near the actor who played George's father in Seinfeld. But he doesn't say anything. A young blond girl walk up to us nervously. She says "Did you guys know there's a dance coming up?" We say nothing and she walks away.

Another group of girls comes and sits near us in the same set of benches. One attractive blond looks at me and says "Hi I don't know if you remember me." I don't but I guess just to keep the conversation going: "Did we meet last night?" She says no. "I'm on of the 'Real Players.'" I have no idea what that means. Then she starts talking about a family and farm animals. Scene fades.

I wake up and DEILD into a lucid. My view is totally distorted. It's like I'm looking at a blurry TV, off center and from an angle. On the TV it looks like Street Fighter and I struggle to recognize one of the characters is Guile. I turn my head to try to center the view. Instead, I enter a rocky tunnel. I'm floating through, like I'm being carried underwater. It's like in medical films when they stick a camera down a person's esophagus. I look at my hands and rub them. The view still sucks. Dream ends. I think, damn, another difficult scene. I guess I need to be more prepared to face anything that comes at me. Or maybe I just need to be patient and let the dream solidify before trying any control.

Yeye, it was a long time since I remembered a dream enough to write it down.

First there are some vague memories of playing trackmania with kim. Then I was playing (or experiencing) some other game that I think was oblivion. I was in a very dark hallway with a huge sword. Some undeads or something approached me and i had to slice them. Even though I was there myself, it did still feel as if I steered from a computer or something. For instance, I had to drag a mouse to swing the sword and it was somewhat difficult to time.

I proceeded through some hallways and corridors that were really dark with undeads here and there. Outside it was winter and really cold and windy. It was snowing those really small snow flakes that kinda stings your face when it is windy at the same time. The surrounding was quite different now and I had no sword or such. I walked around switching on lights to make it bright because the undeads wouldn't spawn then (lol i didn't realise before, but minecraft?). The place was some kind of apartment. Suddenly simon and some other friends that I can't remember was there. When I had lit up a part we said that it was a really cosy small apartment or something. It was a living room and some bedrooms.

I continued on to light more switches and realised that the place wasn't that small. I found a second living room with a really strange bass guitar hanging on the wall. I _think_ that I thought something like "Oh, that is a fugly bass guitar. It is only because this is a dream." or something but I didn't become lucid. I went down a basement (that I also lit up) and from there I found paths to the hospital culverts. I thought that was really cool because I have always enjoyed exploring the culverts. I saw a doctor that I followed. After a while I arrived at some kiosk thingy that were selling candy. I wanted to buy some. While standing there in queue, I took up my wallet to find two tio-kronor to pay with. I could only find one because my wallet were full of foreign money. Many were Australian, lol. I don't know where the other foreign money was from but many were really similar to tio-kronor and I never managed to find two.

Good night but a strange night. My cycles were about 60 minutes instead of 90. And for a period before the lucid, I was drifting in and out of sleep for about 5 minutes at a time. That's how I managed to count 5 dreams in only about 6 hours of sleep. I probably had 3 or 4 more tiny dreams that I didn't record. I think I would become a bit lucid in them and I would instantly drift into wake. I'd do an RC but I'd be in my bed every time.

0400: Finally asleep. It took me almost 2 hours, during which time I got up for a while and read.

0459: D. First cycle! But might notes are illegible. Here's what I decipher: Seems like I was asleep for a long time. I dreamed about my billy. I wants see if my buys construed. This is mad with me bran verses. Like my dreams are changed on my waterbed? Um yeah. No idea.

0559: C. I'm at a beach house next to a rocky ocean coast. Oregon, maybe. I'm outside. It's bright but just a bit hazy. I'm alone but I feel my father is around and that the house belongs to a friend of his who were are visiting. I'm using a laptop, paying bills. I have a physical letter that is some kind of offer to bid on a house for $200,000. I fill out the form online but stop to think before submitting it. I decide not too. My father walks out and asks if I'm getting an error on my computer. Something about "Phone recognized". He says it happens when you close a window. I close the window and see several error popup windows cascade across the screen and then close one by one. The owner of the beach house also comes out and explains they probably need to restart the router. We try to determine when exactly the problem started. But I hadn't closed a window while I was working so I only saw it after my father asked me to try.

0648: D. This was one of the really short dreams while drifting in and out of sleep. I'm on a computer. I'm programming while Alt+Tabbing back and forth to a movie. My sister sees the movie and is upset. Then the cat jump on my lap.

0730: D. I'm in the Daisetta house watching a basketball game. It's night outside but the lights are on inside. Lance is in the room, working on a computer. Both basketball teams are wearing red and it's confusing. I find this strange. I try to talk to Lance but he's focused on his work and isn't interested in the game. The game is important, like a playoff game. Lance gets up and put on a coat to leave. He's dressed for rainy weather.

0821: B. I'm driving home at night. I pull into the parking lot and Hugh is waiting for me. We talk about the plan for me to pick him up from the airport. I think, wait, aren't you supposed to be out of town? I'm picking you up, not dropping you off. This is weird and I become semi-lucid. But the parking lot is familiar and nothing else strange is happening. So I lose it. I walk to the elevator. There are a few old Asian ladies. One tries to talk to me in sign language.

I get on the elevator alone and head up to my floor. As it stops, I hear a creaking noise. The elevator slowly starts to tip over to the right with me in it, like a sinking ship. Oh, I'm dreaming. God I hope I'm dreaming. I stay cool. "This is my world and I can do anything!" As the elevator turns horizontal, I jump out and hover in the elevator shaft. The car falls to the ground. I'm looking in to the building and it's looks dark and damaged, like on Star Trek when they take heavy damage with smoke and broken pipes in the corridors. Three superheroes fly out of the corridor and hit me while I'm still hovering in the elevator shaft. This knocks we out of the building and into the dark downtown Los Angeles skyline.

My stability and control aren't great. I look at my hands and that helps a lot. I'm still flying. I look around and see rooftops and buildings below. This is cool. Now the three superheroes are zooming around and attacking me with fireballs. They are dressed in brightly colored tights, but I don't recognized them specifically. I think, "Am I the good guy or the bad guy"? Oh well. I fight back with my fireballs (they are blue today) and fire breath.

I try the flying backward somersault with mixed success. As I'm upside-down, my vision goes black and disoriented. I recover. I keep defending myself with fireballs. At one point, 5 mirror images of Spider-Man jump out and attack me too. I throw a Street Fighter Guile Sonic Boom.

False awakening. I'm in my own bed. I know I'm dreaming but I feel like I'm in my physical body. I can feel the sleep paralysis of my physical body. I look down and see my foot with distorted toes wiggling. I try to move my dream arms. I try to focus. Dream fades and I end up moving my physical arms.

I was on the street in a normal looking neighborhood, walking along the sidewalk. I had absolutely no idea that I was dreaming, but I knew exactly what I was doing. My plans were to go down the street to meet up with and spend some time hanging out with MoSh. His house was just a short way down the street, and the weather was beautiful, so I had decided to walk instead of drive so I could save some gas and reduce pollution. I reached MoSh's house in just a short time at which point I went right up to the door and knocked. It didn't take long before the door opened to reveal MoSh inside, smiling. He said I don't really need to knock every time, I can just come on in whenever I want to. He stepped aside to let me in.

I went inside and looked around, MoSh had a very nice place there, it looked like a really welcoming place. I was about to say something to MoSh when line of kids came running down the stairs from the second floor, they all charged right out the door with Data right behind them and a couple of dogs right behind him. They left the front door wide open, though MoSh didn't really seem to care, he seemed more interested in getting me to follow him into the living room. Since the weather was so nice outside, I didn't bother closing the door before following MoSh into the living room.

The living room was a fairly large room, MoSh was standing beside a comfortable looking couch and pointing at the largest wall in the room, which was completely taken up by a huge flat screen television. The flat screen television was mounted on the wall, or maybe the television was the wall... I couldn't be sure since there was not a single square inch of the wall was visible. I was wondering exactly how big the screen was. MoSh seemed quite pleased with the television, he stood there for a couple minutes as if waiting for me to say something, but all I could say was one word... Wow. Apparently that was an acceptable response, since MoSh continued to say he had an extensive library of movies and games, so let's watch or play something. I was thinking how awesome it would be to play games on that thing, so I immediately agreed and said we should play a game.

MoSh went over to a shelf and looked at some cases there, talking as he did. He was only halfway talking to me, however, he was mostly talking to himself. He said something about me not liking Starcraft, he muttered some more stuff, then he took a game out and slid it into a slot in the television. Wow! It even had a built in video game system! The game that started up on the screen was a space game, I had been right in thinking a game would look awesome on that television... The graphics looked absolutely amazing. MoSh and I were playing a co-op mission where it was the two of us against a fleet of enemy ships... Fortunately the enemies weren't very bright. MoSh and I came at them from different directions, each of us had a squad at our command, and we took them all out.

MoSh and I were playing a death match version of the game when Asuka came in, I blasted MoSh before I realized he was distracted... Asuka had sat down on his lap and kissed him... Not really a fair kill. MoSh won that part of the game, I have never been really good at death match games. Then we played a version of the game that was a race through an asteroid field, there were rings we had to fly through while avoiding running into the asteroids. I won that one, zipping in, out, and around the asteroids and through the rings to the finish line which was a space station inside a cool looking nebula. MoSh wasn't far behind me. I was wondering what other versions of the game were available, but I didn't get a chance to find out before I woke.

1700: Afternoon WILD nap attempt. I slept but no dream recall. It had an effect on my sleep during the night. Zeo shows that my deep sleep periods happened late in the night instead of early.

0025: Sleep

0700: B. I'm playing a computer game with Hugh. It's a real time strategy game where the map folds around like a paper origami cube.

Then some old high school people join and we start playing soccer, but we're calling "football". They aren't friends. They are the group that hated me. We are playing inside an old abandoned two-story house. The people what to punish me for some reason so they put me on the team with all be bad players. We are defended a goal in the upstairs of the house, so I tell my team to defend the stairs. The other team is trying to get the ball up the stairs. I steal the ball from a girl and body check her. She falls down the stairs. She is hurt and bleeding from the mouth, but not too bad. I'm not apologetic but everyone else is upset and confronts me. I say that a real soccer player could have handled a hit like that, so it's her fault.

We stop playing and sit on some old couches in the abandoned house. I'm sitting between two girls. The girl I hurt is on my right. She is still upset but not seriously hurt. People are talking about how mean I am. We talk:

Girl: "My problem is you and your problem is me."
Me: "I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one."
Girl: "OMG, I can't believe you just said that."
Me: "It's a Jay-Z song."
Girl: "Yeah, I know that."
Me: "My problem is me. I am my own problem."


0810: C. I start with a false awakening. I am immediately skeptical. I'm in my own room. I look around and it's fairly convincing. The light outside is late afternoon. That's pretty strange. Also, the window blinds are horizontal when they should be vertical. Nose-plug-check, confirmed. Now I notice there is a girl in my bed, to the right. She is just waking up too. We are both under the covers but not touching. I see she has on a blue polo shirt. She is young, maybe 16. She has long straight brown hair with bangs. I ask "Who are you?" She starts talking but I'm not really listening. She's saying something about the neighbors. I'm just staring at her trying to notice details. She has brown eyes and freckles. I'm inching toward her, but not sure what my plan is. The dream starts to fade. I realize that I should have stabilized earlier and I just feel dumb. Dream ends.

0/3 Lucid/Recall

Notes: Went to bed really early on a holiday. Woke up in the middle of the night and went back to bed. About 12 hours total sleep.

2212: C. I work for a woman brewing beer. I arrange the beer bottles... to cool it down. The woman is upset to learn that the... in the same business. I tell her I will help.

0621: B. It's back to school. Prep is really in. All the cool kids are waring prep. I go to my math class. Matt R... Nintendo games. I refused because I have Madden 2010. This upsets him. .... borders between states. The teacher puts a bunch of crackers along a map. Everyone is class grabs them. Ashwin was the most and I am second. I have 6 total.

07:09: C. At school, Lance and I are selling pot to people. I think it's Ben from elementary school. We are talking about Los Angeles compared to the countryside. A lion follows us and it makes us afraid.

0/3 Lucid/Recall

Notes: Fell asleep drunk on bloody marys.

Analysis: Very irregular waking times for me, doubtless due to the alcohol. I usually have 90 minute cycles with uncanny accuracy. Poor recall and motivation this night. The dreams seemed rather plain and unimaginative. I observe two obvious influences from the waking day in the dreams.

2300: Sleep

0400: D. Something about new Facebook accounts and importing old friends.

0603: D. Mostly unreadable. Something about smoke alarm going off which woke me up [I cooked pork chops on the stove for dinner]. On waking up, I was disciplined enough to suspect FA and did an RC; I was indeed awake.

0850: B. I'm with a bunch of people, some from work some from high school. It's a bit like Disneyland. I have a girlfriend. She is white. I don't know who she is. We all play this game where we write personal stuff about us on these pre-made cards. I spend a lot of time in the bathroom. The bathroom is weird. People try to use the sinks as urinals [I drank two glasses of water prior to this sleep cycle]. At the end, the personal secrets are revealed. My girlfriend doesn't know me very well. At some point we're in a creek under a bridge.

2 dreams, non-lucid.

I'm with uncle Efren at a water park.

I'm in a theme park. I'm in a small group of people. I don't know who. One guy in the group is carring around Magic: The Gathering cards. I might be drunk and people can smell it on me.

I intended to write this dream down earlier but I didn't for various reasons. Now I have forgotten some parts of it.

There was some part involving me ordering fast food at some place where their card reader were broken so I couldn't pay. Therefor they wrote down the IP addresses of all people who ordered and I was like "uhmm, what is the purpose of that? People can just give you some random number and even if they give the real IP there isn't much they can to with it to demand money".

Then I was in some computer room or something, talking about the CSN web page that had something to do with paying for the fast food. You needed some kind of application similar to windows media player to pay for it and I was annoyed by this.

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Somehow I was now in some post apocalyptic looking city with abandoned withered buildings and empty streets. I walked near a house that was some kind of storage house with many rooms. I knew that there was a death metal concert in it. I entered and met a vampire looking guy who just stood there. It had to do with the death metal image and I wasn't sure if he was a vampire or not. In any case I showed my hands and made sure to convince him that I didn't want to fight.

The people in this house was like a battlefront for those who still lived in the city and I joined them or something. We knew that some army of shadows or shady creatures was about to attack and I was on the roof of the warehouse. From there I could see a river passing through the town. It had two bridges leading to the evil side where the shadows lived. One of the bridges was already filled with shadowy things marching in lines towards our place. The mood became rather tense and hurried.

After this followed a battle episode where I fought the evil stuff along with the other people. They weren't shadows anymore though. The first wave of attackers consisted of people with baseball bats lol. I had one too.

I fought with a big one that also had a gun in one hand. I managed to disarm him and take the gun. This is followed by a part that I don't really remember. There was something about me acquiring a powerful gun that I used to destroy much (it looked kinda like an FPS game at this point so it didn't feel like I was actually fighting something for real). Then when I was low on ammo I saw some care-taker looking guy and I asked him to cheatingly refill my ammo which he did. Then the "god" of the world appeared and he looked like morgan freeman (lol bruce allmighty?) and he scolded me for trying to cheat by refilling my ammo and he turned my gun into something that could only pour out a small stream of water or something like that. My memory fades at this point.

I've had several weeks on no lucids. Even tonight my recall for the first two dreams was poor. But I finally had a lucid:

I had a false awakening to find Hugh outside playing games. I hear him playing and also tap dancing. Then he comes in and reads a note from my sister about giving me a hug. He hugs me. I think, "Am I dreaming?" I say it aloud twice. I look at the clock and it's 40:28. I'm dreaming! I become lucid. I kick Hugh out of my room, literal, and he sails off defying gravity. I used the commands "stability" and "clarity" to stabilize the dream. I look at my hands and feel my dream body. Then I meet Hugh on the balcony and ask if he has Sidal's phone number (mistake, I know). He dials and hands me the phone. I wait while it rings, then silence. It's like someone picked up but says nothing. I'm so focused on listening and the emotion of the situation that I loose the dream scene and I wake up.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I was in the car with my father; he was driving and I was in the front seat. It was a black infinity, even though we have a white one in real life, with a black leather interior and polished cherry wood accents. We were traveling along some city street with small, decrepit buildings on both sides, the kind of buildings that would host pawn shops and second-hand stores.

I was playing a game on a hand-held system that looked like an original teal gameboy color. However, the screen was twice as big, as was the console itself. There was a pokemon game on the screen; it was three-dimensional and you controlled one pokemon. There was a mountainous layout like that of the Sims games, except with much more details and crisper graphics. The whole mountain was a bowl shape, with all the pokemon in the bowl part, along with other small hills and rocks. There were many other pokemon running around, flying around, and digging in the ground. It was sort of like mission impossible, as it was every pokemon for themselves, and they had to defeat all the others before they defeated them.

I was a flygon in the game, and I was pressing buttons that were labeled "fly" on the console. The flygon would dive down and attack a pokemon underneath it, then come back up again into the air.

The dream changed, and now I was a part of the game. I was on a small rocky hill covered with snow, looking for powerups. I saw things covered up in the snow, little coin-shaped light green circles with plus signs on them, and when I got near them, I'd absorb them and I'd hear a beep. I had no idea what they did, but they were obviously good for something.

Then, I saw a large purple sticky hand in the snow. The hand was visible, but snow covered up the long part, and it disappeared onto a small hill. I picked up the hand portion and ran up the hill, to see an upside down u-shaped piece of rock, with the end part of the purple sticky hand tied up in it. There were two children, probably seven or eight, wearing heavy parkas with fur. They looked at me and said, "this is ours, get your own". I told them, "I'm already touching part of it, so it's mine".

One of them walked up to me, puffing out her chest, and said, "no!" I leaned towards her and said, "if you want to fight me for it, fine, but I'll win." She punched me but I didn't feel anything because she was wearing thick mittens. I laughed and said, "bye", waving as I did. The two backed off and went away.

I spent quite a while trying to unravel the sticky hand.