Morning of November 1, 2013. Friday.

Well, this was extraordinarily different as per usual when it comes to lucidity, not sure why. Firstly, I am in an environment in a "normal" dream that is not quite stable and I start to wonder about what I had been doing or was going to do. I decide to lie down in bed to relax in-dream but am soon annoyed by a sound I have never heard before, ever - a near-ear-piercing squeal but with fuzzy tonalities, like a cross between a high-pitched buzz and a squealing sound, I suppose. I hear it three times, about three or four feet away from the bed but at slightly different areas relating to height. It is not a noise from the fan, as it is on the other side. I am sort of near sleep in-dream, so I am hearing hypnagogic sound pulses, I assume, although again, it is not like a sound I had ever heard before.

After several minutes pass, I find myself apparently near a large snowmobile that is covered in snow and is unlikely to go anywhere, as the runners (or lower parts) seem frozen below actual ground level to a point. I start to move the snow away, as that seems to be a reasonable task as if I am somehow engaged in some sort of advanced photo projection and instead of just feeling and examining all of the environment, am actually more immersed in it and manipulating aspects of it. I move quite a bit of the snow away but am thinking about how I will actually get out the entire machine - then I see that it is not a snowmobile at all (too big, really, to be one anyway) but "John's Martian tank" (Cowsills reference). After a time I start to wonder why I am bothering as it will never run again anyway, and had been abandoned by the owner as such.

I "wake up" and am still in a (different) dream and sitting at a computer in the living room, near the kitchen, in Cubitis. The computer is starting to display unusual error windows that move across the screen. I try to read it, as it dawns on me that I am dreaming and I really want to see what my dream is saying, so I study the imagery as closely as possible - however, the letters keep changing as I watch and the error window still moves about in random ways, although I almost think I see all the letters of the pattern, "You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!" from a book from my childhood (and get an image from another window that appears to be on an Internet recipe page for cakes and such). Even the size of the error window changes a few times. I get this strange idea that I should fix the problem there in my dream - and it will change the real-life situation (which does not exist, as the computer was not even on in real life at the time let alone having the same error). I look around the room absolutely amazed at the clearness of my perception and how alive I feel. It is hardly different from real-life at all, so I start to question if I am still dreaming or somehow woke up and went to the computer without realizing it. That does not seem to be it, and I walk down a hall, realizing I am at our old address on Barolin Street. Knowing I am lucid dreaming, I decide to have an interlude with my wife in our "actual" bedroom (same area it really was) instead of other pursuits (such as speaking more out loud and seeing what happens) or attempting to manifest a completely different environment. However, it is in the afternoon and a few random dream characters are in the area. So we are together and I turn around, willing the door to close by thought.

I speak out-loud in my dream "Lock!" and hear a loud metallic sound from exactly where I expect it - within the knob of the door, and so the door is locked. I guess I could have just done it manually, but at least my dream obeyed me and I get the sense that not only did the door lock, but created an impenetrable seal along the door frame itself. From there, it is as to be expected - and private. However, a little later, my dream begins to lose cohesion as I start to get that concern of where my real body is or what it may be doing. In some lucid dream types I have a concern about where my sleeping body is and what position my head is in, and whether or not a pillow is too close to my mouth or even if I am absentmindedly wandering around in the middle of the street.

I "wake up" into an additional lucid dream, thinking about how real it seems. However, I see that I am back near the Cubitis kitchenette again. I cannot believe how real it feels, my full-body sensation and overall orientation. It is astounding. What am I thinking? Interestingly enough, to go and see my beautiful wife for the second time. However, another person (a relative who had died) in my dream seems concerned about me because I say how my dream seems so real. I consider that it is "too real" to be a dream, but then I notice that the widescreen television looks a bit different and is sitting on the wrong piece of furniture. For some reason, a person who has died years ago is not quite reason enough to fully understand it is a dream (at least in this case). I wonder if the person has something intelligent to say, but no, they are mindlessly watching television, and, looking up, I see another widescreen television sitting atop a a tall narrow bookcase section of where the first one is sitting. That confirms it has to be a dream. So, enough foolishness, so off to have fun again...This time though, both my wife and parts of the entire environment sort of change into "partial" (as well as transparent) patterns, so I eventually decide to let it go and wake up, still somewhat amazed at the state of lucidity and in-dream awareness.