Moonbeam's Lucids

[Moonbeam]

Lots of action in the last ones. Funny how the guys feet stretched. I guess dreams are made out of rubber. 

I bet it was one of your dreams that I read that gave me that idea, wasn't it?  I'm almost positive I read somebody else stretching somebody or something or themself.

[Moonbeam]

Snow Blind

(long movie dream...) I watch as the kids drive out into the snow.  What are they doing? The car is going to get stuck.  Why are they going to that cabin?  It's obvious there is something evil there.  Oh, what are they doing now!?  They all jump out of the car and it keeps going and crashes and burns.  Somebody is going to get hurt.  They are not very smart.

I'm not very smart, but I'm glad I finally got lucid!  It's about time.  Nothing changes but the brightness and beauty hits me suddenly.  The sun is shining and everything is brilliant sparkling white and blue with the light breaking into rainbows.  The sun!  I can go to the sun now!  It looks the same as it does IRL; it's hard to look at.  I fly up towards it.  Usually in dreams things seem closer...why does it seem as far away as it always does?  I can't fly all the way to the sun... (Don't doubt!)...it looks too hot, what will it be like when I get there...(Don't think about it!)...and all that empty space after I leave the atmosphere, how many million miles....crap, I know I ruined it by thinking too much.  It feels as hopeless as if I was trying to do it IRL.  I give up and let myself float downwards.  It is much easier than the struggle to go up.

I realize I don't really feel anything; as bright and beautiful as it is, there is no feeling of cold or even air as I'm flying.  What should I do?  I fly around the cabin and see one of the boys who had been in the car walking towards it.  I think maybe I can talk to him.  I go towards him and reach out and touch his hand.   He is holding keys in that hand.  It's like I'm not there, or only barely there; he pulls his hand away as if he felt me, and looks at his keys, but doesn't really recognize that I'm there.  Darn, I'm a ghost.  This dream isn't working out too well.


(million more dreams)


Possibly Rejecting my DG due to Being an Idiot

(hordes of people, strange house, Dad and I looking at it...)  I walk away and come to a strange thing--it's like a little replica of the house, a scale model that is a few feet square, including the yard and out-buildings.  Cool, you can see all the rooms and stuff, and figure out everything that was confusing while were were in it.  I wonder why this is here...

 OK, I knew I'd get lucid again eventually; this night sure is difficult!  I look around.  It's another bright, beautiful, intense day, but it's summer time now, with yellow light and green all around.  The sun!  I have another chance!  I'll just fly up and have no doubts and know I'll get there and it will work..

...suddenly I'm flying into a night sky, stars and nebulae and all that dream-sky stuff, but no damn sun!  Or moon!  I can't believe it!  How can it change from day to night instantaneously?  Why does this happen!?  

OK, screw it, I'm not even going to try anymore.  I decide to find a DC to have sex with.  I go back to the big strange house and fly slowly around it, scanning the DC's for a good one.  The house has a huge wrap-around porch, and there are people sitting and walking, and walking around on the grass.  None stand out to me particularly, and they are almost featureless, always in shadow, and I know they aren't noticing me either--when I got lucid I turned into a ghost again.  Then I see one.  He's looking at me; he can see me while the others can't.  It's an old man.  He's got a friendly expression, sort of half-smiling, amused--a knowing expression.  I sarcastically think/broadcast to him "Um, no thanks", and keep flying and looking.  He shrugs ("OK"), and walks slowly around the porch.  As I fly, he's still the only one I can really "see"; the others are there, but sort of formless; it's like he has a spotlight on him.  He's mutable; he's always an old man, but he changes appearance.

He stops somewhere and now he has a cup in his hand.  He thinks/says, "I'll just go get myself some coffee", like he's saying it to himself, but it's for my benefit, and he watches to see what I'm going to do.  OK, I give up!  He is smiling like he knew I would.  I swoop down and now I'm real and and so are the other people and everything is normal.

We walk away from the house.  Everything starts to go black...no!  I quickly rub my hands together and the scene reforms.  The DC stops and looks at me with a questioning look on his face.  I say, "It's a tic I have".  He says, "Oh, I thought you were just really looking forward to having coffee with me", like I was rubbing my hands in anticipation.  I can't tell if he's kidding, and if he really knows what's going on or not.

We come to an outdoor cafe (of course) and sit down at a table.  Then I think I should go get the drinks, and I start to get up, but he says no, they will come.  I look down and there is a cup in front of me with ice and a brownish-clear liquid.  Tea?  He has coffee in the cup he brought.  I pick up my cup and take a drink...(lose it!  I try to get it back, but it's over.  It's light now and I have that feeling like sleeping is done for sure.)

[Moonbeam]

Just Flying Around (dark; from about 5:00 to 6:00)

(I feel very awake but get a little bit of HI going.  I'm looking at a grainy, black and white "landscape" from above.  It's not much of a landscape, more like a schematic of one.  I've missed all my other chances, and I'm getting annoyed, so I force myself to sink down into it.  I still have total body awareness so I don't think it's going to work, but I try to ignore it and focus on the landscape.  The view dissolves, but I manage to get OBE.)  I slowly float up to the ceiling, wondering if I'll have any problems.  The top of my head goes in, and I think it's going to work, but when it gets to eye-level, I stop.  Darn.  Oh well.  I let myself float back down and when I hit the floor I just walk to the door and open it and fly out. 

The first thing I notice is the weather; there is no snow on the ground, and the air is warmish and windy, almost balmy, but a little damp.  I think about going to pj's place, but then I think about the long distance I'd have to fly, and I don't think I can do it.  (I need to quit thinking I can't do things; I don't know why that's been happening lately.)  I fly over the streets and soon I'm out of my neighborhood.  More houses and stoplights, and I'm in a city neighborhood.  I fly over some kids playing in the street, and they look up at me.

The neighborhood changes again, to a big city with wide, busy streets and overpasses.  It's still dark.  I land and walk along the street, wondering what to do.  The cars are stopped at a light, and I think I'll cross and then start hitch-hiking on the other side.  Something different, that might be interesting.  So I do that, and when the light changes, the cars go past and immediately three pull over.  I see the one I want, but somehow I'm past the cars, and I have to go back to them....(darkness, restabilization, some floating, OK back to earth)...and I think it took so long they are going to wonder what's going on.

I go back. The cars are in a little parking lot.  A woman rolls down the window and asks me, "Do you have any more tickets?".  I say no, sorry, and then I see that the car I had identified as the one has turned to a man riding a tricycle, and with a kid on his lap.  He takes off pedaling, going up a hill on the street.  I fly along behind, and I think about landing on the bar between the wheels on the back and letting him give me a ride too, just to see what he'd do, but I change my mind and fly over him.

More flying, looking at the buildings.  At some point I realize I am flying perfectly upright, like I'm standing, but using my arms like I'm swimming.  I'm about ten or twelve feet above the street.  I try different ways of flying, leading with my feet for a while, then just totally relaxing my body and slowly tumbling different ways, like I'm being blown instead of flying.  I think, I love flying.   

I come to an area with big, fancy apartment houses.  No lights are on anywhere.  I pass a couple of them and then decide on one.   I land and walk to the door, wondering if it will be unlocked.  It is.  I go in and walk up a couple flights of stairs and pick a door to try.  That opens too, and I go in.  It's a huge apartment.  It's still very dark.  There is a TV on, giving some flickering light, and there are two or three people sitting in chairs.  They are vague, not transparent exactly but kind of fuzzy and dark.  They are not aware of me at all.  I say, "Did I come at a bad time?"  No response.  I leave.

I go into another apartment.  This one is much more brightly lit.  It's also enormous, with twenty foot tall ceilings, and decorations and pictures and stuff all over the place.  I see a library room, and I walk over there.  It seems easier to float than walk, so I let myself do that.  When I get to the books, I try to read the titles, but it's like everything is upside down.  I don't want to concentrate too hard on it; I think that's how I've lost dreams before, by staring and getting too focused on one thing and losing the big picture, so I give up and float away.

As I float back towards the door, I see a youngish man pressed against the wall, staring at me.  There is a look of terror on his face, as if he is seeing a ghost.  I understand that's what I would look like to him.  I don't figure there's much use trying to talk to him, and I feel kind of sorry for him, so don't mess with him and I float out of the apartment. 

I float down the hall and come to more lit up area with people working.  I land and start walking so I won't be noticed.  I'm feeling much more substantial now.  I pass some people and say hi, like I belong there.  I see a break room and go in.  There is a fridge.  I go to it like I own the place and open it up, thinking there will probably be something good in there.  What do you know, looks like they had a party and have some leftover chocolate cake, with chocolate icing.  I pick up a piece and put it in my mouth...(one bite, and I wake up.  I've noticed that happening quite a few times.  I wonder why that is.)

(a short forgotten lucid, into an FA)


FA

I feel somebody getting into bed.  It's my niece, crawling in between Mom and me.  I ask her what's going on.  She says she just got back from camping with K (her father, an old friend of mine) and some of the old crowd, who he's still hanging out with, including B, an long-ago on-and-off BF.  I think it's strange that she is doing stuff with those people, and I feel kind of nostalgic, yet I know I wouldn't really enjoy being around them anymore anyway. 

I get up out of bed.  We're at Aunt L's house, and I walk out into the hall.  Something is very strange here...I rise up off the ground and let my feet go over my head, in a slow back-flip.  I thought so!  I float out of the house.

When I get out, I put my hands on the concrete.  Cold and hard.  I touch the grass.  Wet and grassy.  OK, I'm stable.  I walk down the sidewalk.  After about half a block, I look behind me and see a DC coming at me, fast.  I don't get a good idea of what it looks like, just an impression of chasing me and I get freaked out.  I jump up and fly as fast as I can.  After a moment I look back--it's closer!  How could it go so fast?!  I veer off, and it blasts by right where I had just been--it would have hit me if I hadn't moved.  What does it want?

I start going the other way, and it follows.  Damn.  I fly up above to look down, and when I do, I see it is just a woman on a bicycle.  I go back down, and see that she is carrying a kid by its feet, holding it upside down.  She says the kid is sick and she is rushing it to the doctor.  I say OK well I hope everything is is all right.  I watch her ride away with the kid.

[Caradon]

You are getting pretty good at bringing the dream back when it fades. I'm going to try and work on that. But I usually wake up so abruptly, it makes it difficult.

I bet it was one of your dreams that I read that gave me that idea, wasn't it?  I'm almost positive I read somebody else stretching somebody or something or themself.

I don't know, maybe. I know that when I start pushing through things it seems like the entire dream is made out of rubber. It's kind of weird.

[Moonbeam]

You are getting pretty good at bringing the dream back when it fades. I'm going to try and work on that. But I usually wake up so abruptly, it makes it difficult.

I've had to because I've been using a lot of caffeine and that causes the waking up.  I'd like to do more non-lucid into DEILD.

[Moonbeam]

DC Gets Me Lucid (bright)

I'm sitting on the couch with Tom.  There are two strange dogs in the house, a little puppy and a somewhat bigger but grown dog.  I don't remember having those two dogs, and I tell Tom I better start paying more attention to them, because I don't even know if they are housebroken.  Sure enough, right then one of them squats down and pees on the carpet.  I jump up and call them both to go outside, and tell Tom to throw some paper towels on the pee and I'll take care of it when I come back in. 

I'm in the yard.  There is a fence around three sides (not IRL) and the dogs instantly run away, but I figure as long as they don't go to the front, they won't get out of the yard.  I'm just standing there, looking around...a woman is with me, who is she...wait, this is a dream!  (I don't remember if she did or said anything, it's like she was just there and then I was lucid).  She is youngish, blond hair, dressed like summer (which it is, I notice).

The woman walks away and I follow her.  I'm very attracted to her and want to be with her and think that we will doing something really fun in this dream.  I feel like she is the one who is going to show me things.  I'm totally not thinking of my dream guide goal; just a feeling like she is a friend and I should stick with her.  I try to hold hands and put my arm around her as we walk, which she rebuffs; not in a very mean way, just like she is intent on where she is going and she is not really paying much attention to me.

We walk down the street and we're in another place.  It's similar to the neighborhood I was flying around in the other night and we go into one of the apartment buildings.  She gets ahead of me in the hall and I look around, thinking that this is a weird, realistic dream and I haven't flown or anything.  I think, I wouldn't even know it was a dream if I didn't already know.  I look at the wall; it's texturized plaster with cream color paint.  I reach out and put my hand against it--so solid.  I know I should be able to put my hand right into it, but it doesn't seem possible.  I come to a door and look at it.  It's a big, heavy wooden door with panels and carved and very detailed and realistic like the wall.  I look to see if the DC is watching--she's not, good; for some reason I don't want her seeing me looking at stuff like this.  I put my hand on the door and it feels like wood.  I think, I have to be able to have some effect on this, and I sort of try to grab the wood, sliding my fingers together, and I am able to change the consistency of the wood to rubbery and manage to pull a little of the substance together.   OK, good; for some reason it's freaking me out how real it is, and I wanted to show that things were really still under my control. 

I try to catch up to the woman.  She has gone into a bathroom and I hear water running like she is taking a shower.  We're not in an apartment; it's some sort of communal place, and there are other people around.  She comes out and is doing stuff like she is getting ready to go.  I begin to realize that she doesn't really care about me coming with her, where ever she is going, or maybe even doesn't want me to come at all.  She hasn't said anything to me and hasn't shown any interest in me after getting me lucid.  I wonder what's going on.  I feel a little rejected.

Everything goes black...I know I'm awake but I refuse to acknowledge it.  I keep my eyes closed and don't move and picture the woman.  Her face appears in front of me, but it's very insubstantial, and it stays dark.  I know I'm dreaming again so I reach out and touch her to try and use tactile sensation to get back into it.  I feel her so I grab her and hug her. She puts her arms around me.  Wait, something seems strange...I reach up and touch her chest, and feel skin with a lot of hair.  I don't think it's her anymore.  I don't care, I just want to get back in this dream, and I hold onto the person and try to concentrate on the feel of their body and arms so I can get the dream back.  He begins to squeeze me a little too tightly, his hands on my lower back, and suddenly I worry about just who I am hugging since I can't see him, and that thought pops me right out of the dream.

(The thought I had as soon as I woke up was that the DC got me lucid, but that was all she wanted to do.  After that I was supposed to be on my own in the dream, and I shouldn't have followed her around and expected her to do anything else.)

[Moonbeam]

Short Dream in the Snow

I think I finally feel like I can WILD. (I'm asleep already but don't really know it; I sort of do, but I'm afraid to think too much about anything until the dream is stable.)  I see a piece of paper with some writing on it.  I think, if the writing changes, I'll know I'm in the dream. Instantly the writing changes, but I don't feel any different (because really I'm already asleep.)  OK, let me do another RC:  I try a finger-palm, but that fails.  This is dumb; I know I'm dreaming.  Let me just float away...

I float up towards the ceiling, knowing what's going to happen.  I see the wood coming towards my eyes, and as soon as I get there I stop.  OK, I'll use the window.  I try to dive, but I'm still floating so slowly and feel so unsolid that when I get to the window I bounce off that too.  I'll have to open it up regular.  I make a crack in the blinds and look out.  There's frost on the glass and snow everywhere.  Sure looks cold.  I open the blinds, the push the window up, then the storm window.  This is ridiculously real.  At least there is no screen to struggle with; the dream left that out. 

I float out into a snowy landscape.  It's hard to see, almost like I'm looking out of a snow-covered windshield, with my peripheral vision obscured.  I imagine windshield wipers clearing it off, and it works.  I regain normal vision, and at the same time, I feel like I'm standing on the ground instead of floating. 

I'm standing in a road in a vast field.  The sky is gray, and there is new snow on everything.  It looks like only one car has driving in the snow since it fell.  I walk down the road in one of the ruts left by the car. I try to call out "DREAM GUIDE!", but when I do, it comes out very soft, like a whisper, and I don't think anybody will hear it.

I see some people walking way up in front of me on the road.  The road leads to an intersection and they are almost there.  It's a man and a shorter woman with long blond hair, who reminds me of my niece. They are coming to a gas station, and there are a couple other people with them now.  The man becomes aware of me, and starts to turn around. (Damn, I didn't think this was going to last, but I was glad to get a few minutes of dreaming anyway.)

[Vex Kitten]

The windshield wiper thing was genius.
 
I probably would have been stubborn and kept trying to force clearer vision. Think one of the people ahead could have been a DG?

[Moonbeam]

The windshield wiper thing was genius.
 
I probably would have been stubborn and kept trying to force clearer vision. Think one of the people ahead could have been a DG?

I don't know, but I sure have the DG thing on my mind, so I'm hoping for something more soon.  Maybe tonight.  I'm trying to WILD by imagining him in bed with me, like behind me, so he'll be there in the dream, but I guess I lost him.  Oh yea, something just came back to me, one of the repetitive motion things I was trying to visualize to WILD.  (I have more luck usually with motion/tactile-visualization than visual-visualization.)  I had forgotten about that.  Glad I remembered that; it almost worked, and it's probably why I dreamed of WILDing as soon as I went to sleep.

[Vex Kitten]

Like the bed idea. Hope it works. Break a leg tonight. Looking forward to reading the report tomorrow.
 

[Moonbeam]

Well, I found him, and I asked him, but he doesn't want the job.  I'll have to look for somebody else.  My two choices are somebody I haven't met yet, or this rather unpleasant DC named Fuse, who has shown up as an old man and a girl, but recognizable both times by white hair and pale blue eyes.  The reason I would think about him/her is that despite being nasty, s/he is the smartest and most aware DC I've ever met.  I guess I'll just see how it goes.  I'm not giving up on a DG.


Strange Work

I'm working at a place that looks nothing like my work.  BM is there, but most of the other people are strangers.  He yells, "3:00, time for the meeting!" and rushes off.  I look at a clock on the wall--it's not 3:00, it's about 4:40 (the time IRL, I realized later).  I look at another clock--same time.  This must be a dream!  To test it out, I do a handstand on my desk.  Cool!

I jump off the desk, still on my hands.  I'm a little scared as soon as I do it, but I land easily and walk around on my hands on the carpet.  I say, "Look at me!" in case anybody is missing this incredible athletic feat.  I see a girl curled up under her desk in a fetal position, so I go over to see what's wrong. (Wake up trying to uncurl her.)


Looking for JP (dark)

(? in a strange apartment...) I walk out the front door, into the night.  I'm walking in the wet grass and I realize I'm still walking on my hands, so I put my feet down and get up and walk normally.  I'm in a neighborhood of one-story duplexes and four-plexes.  It's dark and there is a spooky or ominous feel, but I ignore it, knowing it's just part of the dream. 

I walk on the sidewalk and call, "James!"  All the windows are dark, and I don't see anybody.  I see one window with the curtain pulled to the side, as if somebody had been looking out, and I think that might be a good one to try.  I go to the door...(Tom moves and I begin to wake up.  I try to DEILD and almost make it, the visuals coming back and fading again a couple times, but then I lose it.)

(I get up and move to the other bed.  I realize I shouldn't just run around yelling for him; I need to conjure him.)


James Won't Be My DG (dark)

I'm in a dark bedroom.  It's dark, but I can see it's decorated in shades of yellow.  There is a double bed with the covers pushed down like somebody just got out of it.  There is a door that I assume goes to the bathroom, which is closed.  I get in bed and think that JP will come out of the bathroom in a minute.  The toilet flushes and I wait.  Nothing for a little bit, so I think, he must have gotten into bed without me seeing him.  I turn over to look, and there he is.

I say hi to him.  He doesn't say anything; just looks at me.  I suddenly feel shy and hesitant to talk to him about this.  I say, "James, could I ask you a favor?  Will you be my dream guide?"  His eyebrows go up and he doesn't look happy at all.  Suddenly he flips over and puts his hands down on either side of me, holding himself above me, and he looks angry.  I say, "You don't have to do much, just come get me lucid", as way of explanation, letting him know that I'm not expecting to be around all the time or anything.  He says, "Why don't you get some clown to do it, like Curly?"  I think, Curly is one of the Three Stooges, not a clown, but I don't say it.  I'm almost a little afraid of him, he's so annoyed by this.  Then he says, "I'm 25 or thirty years away from you!  It's not possible."  I don't know what he means by this, but I don't think I should push it, so I say just forget about it.  He gets off of me....(wake up).

(JP and I have been together several times.  The last few times he didn't act that thrilled to see me, and once he was in bed and saw it was me and rolled over and went back to sleep.  He may not have been the best choice for a DG.  That's OK, I'll find another one.)


Beautiful Harbor (extra bright)

I'm standing above looking at a view of a the water.  The sun is incredibly bright and reflecting in a million places off of the waves.  Multi-colored boats are bobbing up and down in the water.  I jump off and fly above the scene.

I circle around and look at it.  I think it would be fun to land on one of the boats and take a ride.  I can't see any with visible people on it, so I just decide to land on one of the smaller ones and maybe I can work it myself. 

As soon as I start to land, I feel like I'm being blown along, and the lower I get, the less control I have.  Darn, I'm not going to be able to land on a boat.  It's that darn caffeine causing loss of flying control again.  I pass by a big ship and I'm low enough to let myself hit the side to stop myself.  I slide down and hit...the ground.  When I look around, I'm in a neighborhood instead of the harbor.  I walk down the busy street.


Crazy DC

There is a woman at a gas station who is yelling that she can "fry anybody's mind" that she wants to.  I circle around her, just out of arms' reach.  I don't think she can fry my mind.


JP and I Make Up (dark)

We're back in bed, and he tells me that he is sorry about before, but he just can't do it.  I tell him it's OK; no hard feelings.  We lie together in bed for a while.




Strange House (bright)

I'm in a house sort of like mine, showing somebody around, and I keep discovering whole wings that I didn't know we had.  I find one bedroom and bathroom with huge walk-in closets, and I think I could keep some of my clothes in there, and also go there when Tom bothers me when I'm dreaming.  I get engrossed in looking at this room, and when I come out, the people are gone, and it's dark.

I walk around the dark house.  How strange.  Oh yea.  I figure I've looked at this house enough, so I leave, opening the front door and walking out into a strange neighborhood.

I walk down the street, looking at the houses.  Each is amazing in its own way, and I know they are all strange houses.  It's incredible.  But then they slowly begin to deteriorate, and look unlived in, and get smaller and decrepit. 

I come to some shops and stores.  Some DC's are sitting outside an ice cream shop-type place, so I go over.  They ignore me, but I feel like they are aware of me in a strange way, but don't want me to know it.  This annoys me.  I go stand in front of them, thinking about confronting them about this, but unfortunately I go blind right then.  I don't panic at all like I used to when I went blind in the presence of unfriendly DC's, and I say, "I'm blind now".  I try to clear my eyes, and it works for a second, but then I go blind again.  I realize it's getting too late in the morning to keep dreaming, and nothing more good is going to happen.

[Moonbeam]

Lucid with my Brother

(strange work in a strange house...)I see a hallway that I hadn't noticed before.  I walk down it.  It is featureless, like a hallway in a house that nobody has ever lived in, with beige carpet and lighter beige walls, all very spotless.  First a door that leads to a very clean and shiny bathroom, then a door that I can see leads to a bedroom.  Weird!  Why is this here?  I step into the bedroom; the same as the hall, all beige and featureless, but there are two figures sleeping on mattresses on the floor, which look very temporary, like they are camping in this room.  Well, this has got to be a dream. 

I realize what I just thought--it's a dream!  Right when I think that, one of the figures moves, and I see that it's my brother.   I go over and he sits up, all groggy, but when he sees me he is surprised and becomes alert.

He gets up and I say let's get out of here.  I go to the sliding glass doors that are there now.  I want to walk thru and wonder if I'm going to have any problems.  It's just glass, so I walk into it, and it stretches around me like plastic wrap as I walk.  It stretches for several feet before I think how silly this is and push out of it and I'm outside.  My brother is surprised, wondering how I can do that.  I say, "It's a dream, come on!" and he walks out thru the hole I made.

We walk out into a hilly grass yard.  I ask him for a cigarette, and he gives me one.  (He quit smoking when we were kids, way before me.  I tell him it's OK to smoke in dreams.  He has a lighter and lights my cigarette but doesn't take one himself.  I remember him telling me once that whenever he caught himself smoking in dreams he immediately threw the cigarette away in disgust.

I take his hand and we walk.  I tell him I wish we could get along better IRL.  He says something about the last time we talked (I got annoyed and cut the conversation off and hung up.)  I hug him and tell him I love him and he says he loves me too.  Then it's too much seriousness so I say, "Watch this!" and instead of walking up the hill, I float up and hover and wave my arms and fingers around like it's a magic trick.  He laughs and asks me how I'm doing that.  I say, "It's a dream, you can do it too!" but he doesn't believe me and he doesn't try.

I say, let's go someplace else.  He says he wants to get something from inside the house.  I say OK, I'll meet you in the front.  When he goes back in, for some reason I don't think he'll be coming out again.  I walk to the front of the house and stand in the middle of the dark street.  There are streetlights on and I can see.  I'm trying to think what I want to go do when I hear a whistle--oh, maybe he is going to come out and go with me.  I wait to see....(wake up.)

[Moonbeam]

Long Lucid in Party Town with Occasional Demon Attack (dark) (whole night rating)

(some long weird thing...) Mama, Daddy, and I and some other people end up in the hospital, all in the same bed.  They are all sleeping, but I am awake.  An owl flies into the room carrying something and lands on the foot of the bed.  It looks around; I assume to make sure that everybody is sleeping, so I pretend to be and don't move.  It's really cool; the owl is very close and I can see all the details of its eyes and how it blinks and moves and its feathers and everything.  One of the sleeping people shifts, and I'm afraid the owl will leave, but it doesn't; it is very smart and realizes the sleeping people are not a threat.

The owl begins to eat its prey.  Now the prey is bigger, much bigger than something an owl could carry.  I notice with horror that its eyes are moving--it's being eaten alive!  I notice something else--it's a person!  And the owl isn't an owl, but an evil woman, a demon! 

I scream and wake up everybody and tell them we have to leave.  We realize that the whole hospital is evil and all the demons start to chase us. We grab our stuff and run out, running and running, getting outside, but getting separated in the process.  I look back; Mama is way behind, and demons from the hospital are almost to her!  I yell, "Mama, Mama, hurry!" and try to run back, but Daddy stops me.  Tears are running down his face; he knows its too late.  It's almost like she's under a spell because the is moving so slowly.  Sure enough the demons overtake her and she is covered with them.  We turn and walk away, crying.  (This was not my real Mom and Dad.)

Enough of this!  I've known it wasn't real the whole time, and now I want to do something different.  I walk into the city, and there are crowds of people around, and the atmosphere is like a street party, but dark with a sense of danger.  I hook up with a guy (white, blond, tall, thin); he's not an aware-DC but just like a regular person.  We walk around together and snort some white powder that he has; the effect is a brief hallucinatory rush.  A couple times I start to lose the dream and I use tactile sensation to bring it back.  Once I start rubbing my hands on his jeans to get it back, and he wonders what I'm doing.  I tell him if I don't do that I will leave, just go away.  He thinks I'm crazy, I can tell, and asks me what will happen if I go away.  I say I don't know what will happen here.  I know he doesn't believe me.

I ask him if I can go home with him.  We go to a truck that is his friend's and ask for a ride, but there are a lot of people already there and there's not room.  Something's coming!  The atmosphere changes to the evil-presence feeling like at the hospital.  Monsters and demons.  I see one close by, hiding and watching, and try to laser-beam it with my eyes, but it doesn't work.  I think maybe I can fly us both out of there, but I'm afraid I'll have trouble taking him with me.  Suddenly with the threat the people in the truck make room, but it's filled up quickly with people wanting to escape.  I say, let's just hold on to it with our hands.  He's doubtful, but I convince him that it will be fine.  So we do, and the truck drives away, and it's like we're flying behind it by hanging onto the tailgate. 

This is a lot of fun, hanging on the back, and we are laughing and he can't believe this is possible.  After a while we see that there is room in the back of the truck, and we climb in so we can sit down.   We're both shirtless now and I use his body to stabilize the dream again, feeling his skin to maintain the reality and get back into it. The truck takes off flying, and we fly over alien landscapes, and I get lost looking at the bizarre and colorful rock formations and rivers and stuff on the ground below.

(Wake up, go back into it.)

I'm back on the street.  I think about what I had told the guy, how I might disappear, and I wonder what happened and what he thought when I left and what it was like for him.  The street is the same party atmosphere as earlier and all demons are gone.  I find another guy (black, tall, medium) to walk around with, and when I start to lose the dream I tell him to grab my hands and not let go.  He does it, and it works; by concentrating on his hands I can get back. 

We find a hot-tub with some people and get in.  The feel of the water and jets coming out is amazingly real.  (There's a lot more I don't want to describe and/or can't recall; I have several pages of scribbles but unfortunately I started writing over some old notes and they are completely indecipherable.  I think I got most of the stuff that I wrote down anyway; it was mostly the stuff I didn't write down that I don't recall.)

[Caradon]

Wow, crazy horror dream. It sure changed quickly once you became fully Lucid.  Too bad the eye lasers didn't work!

[Moonbeam]

I've got to work on that!