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This experience sticks out to me not only because it was my re-introduction to dreaming, but also because it was my only successful WILD to date. I have my paperware DJ in front of me, but the entry for this experience is more a set of notes than a good recording. Fortunately, it is been enough to keep my memories mostly alive. I have decided to accurately transcribe it here. Date: 09/26/2011 Dream title: Lucid Street Technique: WILD Result: Success Recall: 4/5 Participation: Passive I lay in my normal sleeping position and stay quite still. I do not know anything about WILD except the definition. I let my imagination run wild in front of me while I try to concentrate on the fact that I am dreaming. I decide to just wait until I am dreaming. I often let my imagination go wild the way I am now. It is very immersive. I do it for example, when I am on a road trip and need to sit and do nothing for hours on end. After awhile, I decide to stop imagining. I must have something that I need to get to doing. I find myself standing in a misty alleyway apparently near dusk. I think back to what I was thinking about before I started imagining. Through this I remember that I was trying to have a WILD and realize that that is exactly what has happened. I look around to take notice of my surroundings. The alley is a mixture of street scenes from movies and shows I have seen. If I had to name an era, I would say the 50's. The buildings that make up the pathway are connected together, forming an abnormally uniform wall of grey cement blocks on either side of the alley. The cobblestone street which people walk to and fro on has a bit of litter spread here and there. I relax and try to mentally enforce the fact that I am dreaming. I rub my hands together and spin myself to try to strengthen the dream. A woman wearing the cloths of <PERSON> from some old school Superman show I used to watch approaches me from the existent but non-vivid collection of people passing by. Her skin is unusually pale, mixing with her skinny face to give a somewhat malnourished look. She has unrealistically large dimples, black curly, hair to her shoulders, and red lipstick. She stops in front of me and begins talking. I think it is English, but I cannot make out what she is saying. The dream starts fading, and things start to dim. She becomes even more unintelligible. I get excited(made things worse) and start rubbing my hands like crazy to try and maintain the dream state. Things still keep fading faster and faster despite all my efforts. I reflexively start blinking to try to get my vision more clear. A final blink finds me awake again. I do a reality check or three to make sure I am actually awake. I am.