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    Hyu's Adventures

    I've been lucid dreaming all my life. But it is only in late 2010 that I was introduced to what lucid dreaming actually is,
    and that it is possible to induce lucid dreams. Soon after, I discovered Dreamviews.
    These are the adventures and the curiosities I experience in my dreams.

    Last edited on 2014.07.31


    ~ Recurring Locations ~

    • The Beach (Image)
      A place I often end up in if I get lost, or if I use a means of teleportation without thinking of a destination.
      It is always dusk whenever I am there. Usually the beach is empty, but occasionally something of interest can be found.
      The beach is a place of serenity. A place where I can be alone and safe.
    • Teraluna - Riven (Image) (Image)
      Teraluna is an inhabited moon within a binary star system.
      It is orbiting a blue gas giant. It is only sparsely lit by both suns, which are quite far away.
      Riven is a hidden sky city, hovering over the seas of Teraluna.
      It is a safe haven to all it's inhabitants, and home to Yuya.
      The city is lit entirely by colorful bioluminescent plants and creatures, giving the place a rather surreal and vibrant look.
      Riven is my favorite place to visit whenever I am lucid.


    ~ Recurring Characters ~
    • Yuya (Image)
      She has been in my dreams ever since my early teens.
      Formerly a goddess of water, she now lives in Riven.
      She is my spirit guide (although she does not like to be labeled as such)
      The connection I experience with her is incredible.
      She is my friend, my companion, my love, my ecstasy, my guide and my teacher.
    • Faye (Image)
      She is my dream guide, and often changes her appearance.
      But for some reason she has recently turned evil, and now haunts my dreams.
      She is no longer the same person, and can seemingly no longer be reasoned with.
    • Silver (Image)
      A character from childhood dreams.
      He used to be my rival, but is now my dear friend.
      He is not a man of many words, and I do not encounter him very often.
    • Liv (Image)
      Liv is a succubus, a kind of demon.
      She is young, inexperienced, shy, but immensely kind and compassionate,
      even though at first glance she looks demonic and dangerous.
      Nowadays she lives in Riven. Yuya and I guide her on her path towards adulthood.
    • Shinave (Image)
      Formerly a goddess of ice. She is a wise and intelligent person.
      She is Yuya's mother.
    • Ifrit (Image)
      Formerly a god of fire. A being of terrible force and power, but also incredible wisdom.
      He has lived for many hundreds of years, and still upholds old and conservative ideals.
    • Selene
      A character from childhood dreams.
      She has fallen to the templars a long time ago.
    • Templars
      A vile force of darkness that has threatened my dreams in the past.

    1. Adrenaline

      by
      Hyu
      , 07-21-2014 at 10:33 PM (Hyu's Adventures)
      I forgot to add a song to my last DJ entry!
      I can't think of any music that fits this dream, so instead, here's what I'm listening to as I write this:


      I'm at an office in a clinic. I'm sitting on a simple chair in the very middle of the room.
      I've been waiting here for some time, bored out of my mind.
      A nurse is supposed to join me in order to give me the results from some kind of medical test that was performed on me.
      After some time a nurse finally enters the room.
      She tells me that she has good news, that they have finally figured out what is wrong with me.
      The nurse suggest beginning treatment immediately.
      I'm ecstatic to hear this.


      However, I now also realize that this is a dream.
      The nurse somehow notices that I have become lucid. She seems sad because of it?


      We are interrupted by a doctor barging into the room.
      She immediately steals the nurses charts from her hands.
      After looking over them she sends the nurse away.

      "I will take care of this."

      I don't like this. The nurse seemed very competent and kind, whereas the doctor seems uninterested in my health.
      She is just here to do her job and get paid. She couldn't care less about who I am or how I feel.
      After grabbing something from a drawer she pulls up another chair and sits right in front of me.
      She holds a syringe and a vial containing an odd purple liquid.

      "Hold out your arm for me."
      "Okay."



      I hold out my arm as she draws some of that liquid into the syringe.
      I want to ask her about what is actually wrong with me, and about what
      the devil she is about to inject me with.
      But I don't ask anything because I feel really uncomfortable.
      The color of that liquid strikes me as really odd.
      Are you supposed to inject purple stuff into people?

      She grabs my arm tightly, presumably so that I don't move.
      My skin offers little resistance to the syringe.
      The needle punctures it easily.
      I'm pleased that it doesn't hurt.
      She injects me with a large quantity of the liquid.

      As she retracts the syringe she smiles.
      And not the good kind of smile. The I just fucked you up and I'm a psychopath kind of smile.
      Blisters start forming very rapidly all over my arm.
      They quickly grow to the point where they are about to burst.
      There's a huge amount of liquid in them. And I sense them pulsating. (I'm not googling a fitting picture for that...)
      WHAT THE FUCK!
      I notice the doctor as she attempts to go for my other arm.
      Oh hell no. I slap the syringe out of her hand and quickly get up.

      I am now in full panic mode.
      I turn towards the only door in the room and charge at it.
      Due to fear of the door being locked I throw my entire weight at it, attempting to break it open.


      The lock gives in under the force emitting a shattering sound and separates from the door.

      Blinded by a bright sun I try to reorient myself.
      Wait what? I'm outside?
      I quickly realize that I find myself stranded on top of a skyscraper.
      There's only one door leading back into the building and that's where I came from.
      This doesn't make any sense! Also the skyscraper is really thin. Like only 5 by 5 meters.
      I have nowhere to run.


      The doctor emerges from the room holding a much larger syringe this time around.
      Like, a meter long. She's holding it like an assault weapon.

      "Come over here. You need your medicine!"

      I don't think so. I look back at my arm and it looks even worse than before.
      The biggest blister bursts open and some thick yellow goo starts to ooze out of it.
      It is utterly disgusting. Oh but it gets worse. So much worse.


      Fat wasps start to climb out from inside the blister, through the puncture.
      There's goo all over them, and they immediately begin to climb my arm.
      I contemplate attempting to rip my arm off my body, but I understand that this is not possible.
      The doctor approaches me slowly, carrying the overly large syringe on her shoulder.


      But then, during all the panic, a short moment of clarity.
      I am dreaming. I try to forcefully forget about the condition of my arm, knowing that it will return to normal.
      The doctor is getting uncomfortably close to me, and I have no room left to move backwards...


      Oh for fucks sake!
      The name tag on the doctors lab coat...
      It reads "Dr. Faye"
      There is just barely enough time to go from full on panic to being seriously pissed.

      "Fuck this, I'm out of here."

      I stretch out my arms, and let myself fall backwards, down the skyscraper, looking at the sky all the way down.
      Weeeeeeeeeeee
      ...
      Uhm...
      This scene is going to change before I hit the ground yes?

      My vision fades just before I hit the ground.
      Good...
      *BAM!*

      OH GOD FUCK WHY...
      Oh...

      I thought I went splat there for a moment.
      But I actually just landed on my back in a new scene.
      I get up and begin to orient myself.
      My arm is back to normal, so we're off to a god start.


      Oddly enough I seem to have ended up in some kind of garage?
      Like, a pit box for race cars.
      Usually if I change scenes without thinking of a destination I land on a certain beach.
      I end up there quite often, but not this time for some reason.

      I rub my hands together, trying to purge my mind of the images of my arm.
      Then I spot it. A suspiciously large object hidden beneath a white sheet.
      I know exactly what this is!
      Pulling away the sheet reveals my xg bike.
      AWW YEAH!


      I walk around it inspecting it from all angles.
      The polished exhaust manifolds reflect the bright lighting in this garage.
      I touch them and slide my finger all the way back to the end of the exhaust pipes.
      Thinking about it, I haven't raced this in many years.
      I did have a dream about it a long time ago, but I don't think I raced it.
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      I could use my lucidity to attempt to resolve my current dream issues.
      But I decide to postpone it. The dream is stable and I know that is going to be wonderful if I race.
      Yes. I need some me time. Dreams are about having fun. I don't feel like resolving complex issues right now.

      I climb onto the bike. It feels exactly right.
      I flip the switches on the dashboard. ECU, FUEL, IGN.
      And it lights up in vibrant neon colors.

      I spot a pair of noise canceling plugs, resting next to some sunglasses on the fuel tank.
      I promptly stick the plugs into my ears. This nullifies all sound completely. I also put on the sunglasses,
      which fit nicely. I detach the auxiliary oil supply, which was keeping the engine nice and warm.

      I gently feather the throttle, and kick the starter hard.
      The engine roars to life. The sudden sound pressure feels like a punch to the stomach.
      It almost hurts. My entire body vibrates, as it resonates with the sound emitted by all 20 cylinders.
      Even though my hearing is muffled, the sound is painfully loud because it is amplified within this garage.
      The sudden vibrations greatly increase the quality of my dream.
      My vision is colorful and sharp now. All of my senses are engaged.
      I am in a pit box. There's a race track right outside.

      I pull the clutch all the way back and shift into first.
      A loud mechanical "clock" is emitted by the transmission and the dashboard display changes from N to 1.
      I lean my weight all the way forwards, feather the throttle and just let go of the clutch.
      After some wheel spin I am propelled out of the pit box and begin driving down the pit lane.
      I flip on the "G" switch on my dash board. This turns on an odd device that provides high amounts of downforce without causing any drag.
      Almost as if gravity was magically increased for the bike.
      With a precise foot press the engine changes into second and the bike wobbles forward and backward a bit.


      I start to gain speed and once I'm onto the track I punch it.
      At first the revs climb slowly, but then once I make it past 7k rpm I hear both turbos slowly spinning up, providing an enormous boost in torque.
      This violent increase in power actually catches me off guard and I accidentally change into 3rd.
      There is some more wobbling and the engine emits a rather unhealthy sound as I have starved the turbos from their much needed exhaust pressure.
      This is to be expected as I shifted way too soon.

      I gain some more speed before I need to slow down for a sharp hairpin.
      The brakes are loud and cause some vibration, but they are perfectly precise and very powerful.
      I shift back into second and engine screams up for a split second as the internal computers match the engine speed to that of the gearbox,
      followed by a loud rumble due to unburned fuel exiting the exhaust pipes.

      I throttle up gradually as I am exiting the corner. The turbos spin up again. This time I'm determined not to shift early.
      I grab the handles tightly, holding on for dear life. The acceleration brutally increases all the way through
      10k, 11k, 12k, 13k rpm. The front wheel begins to lift off the track and I quickly shift into 3rd.
      This time there is no wobble. The gearbox computer executes the shift precisely the moment when my foot presses the shifting pedal.
      The front wheel slams back onto the track with a loud tire screech.

      Two lines of blue leds on my dashboard grow towards each other as the rpm increase, indicating that I am within the power band.
      I take it all the way up past 14k, until red leds at the end of the blue led strips light up,
      indicating that it is time to shift...

      I am now in 4th, doing close to 500km/h, as I enter a long corner. I lean my body into it, bringing the glowing orange exhaust manifolds into my field of view.
      The forces on my body increase, until eventually belts in my pants pull together automatically to cut off the blood flow to my legs.
      This just barely prevents me from passing out. I am unable to breathe until I exit the corner and the forces normalize.

      I lift my body up a bit, so that I emerge above the protective wind shield.
      The air pushes against my face hard. It hurts. I am so alive right now.
      I try to scream as loud as I can. My lungs can just barely overcome the air pressure.
      But there is barely any sound. The engine is just too loud. I cannot compete.

      But that doesn't matter. This is MY dream. I am alive. I am in control.
      After some laps the dream fades. I don't care.


      The contrast between "bad" and "good" adrenaline was quite interesting.
      Could have done without the bad part though. The images are still burned into my mind. x_X