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    Skid Marks on the Carpet? (LD #140)

    by , 11-22-2014 at 07:44 PM (483 Views)
    There was a long and deep discussion about lucid dreaming, astral projection and the fourth dimension. I cannot recall any of the specific points. I was getting visuals of outer space while it took place.

    Something to do with Team Fortress.

    Something to do with helping a group of DCs infiltrate an island base and rescue herds of animals from being poached by an illegal faction of criminals. I recall I was at this electrical terminal on a balcony by the side of a dramatic cliff. There were security forces zip-lining down to me and I was protecting some engineer/hacker from them. The engineer was planning to hack the circuits to shut down the island's laser defense system so that a submarine could deploy a team of navy seals.
    I recall at one point I cut one of the ziplines, and saw a guy fall to his doom. Then the leader of the security force ziplined in. I picked up a gun that had belonged to one of his men and fired at him, but he must have been wearing a bullet-proof vest. He got in close and pulled out a handgun to kill the engineer. I kicked it out of his hand and it fell down the cliff. He pulled a knife and I grabbed one off of the body of a dead guard.
    There was a short knife fight with the guy, who was much bigger than me. I utilized some of what I have learned in my Taekwondo class to disarm him and then kick him off the side of the cliff.
    We were ultimately successful and saved the herd of animals. We allowed them to roam free on the island. For some reason they were all minecraft animals.

    I was inside the base at some point. It had been converted into some kind of place of zen where people went to meditate and practice martial arts. The bases' minimalist military aesthetic had been totally redone with all of these beautiful oriental elements. The reason behind it was somehow connected to the fact that I had defeated the head security guard with my taekwondo techniques.
    I recall being invited into the meditation room by this old wise man. I was scared to go in because I felt like we might disturb the people who are meditating.
    I did my best to be quiet. The man had a mat set up for me and everything and he told me that he wanted me to quietly meditate so that his students could learn about me through my energy. Supposedly his students were seers who could see oras and the likes. I was still afraid of disturbing someone. I go and sit down on the mat as quietly as possible.
    Just then, a male teenager DC bursts in, about my age, but taller and with spiky hair. "HAYA, GUYS! WHAT ARE ALL YOU LAME-O'S DOING IN HERE! WE SHOULD BE OUTSIDE LEARNING KUNG FU!!!" He then proceeds to take a couple of fake fighting stances.

    He then proceeds to walk into the corner of the room and bang on a large gong as hard as he can, scaring all of the monks who are meditating.
    The master has a couple of guards escort him out, but now, his students that have gone through hours of mental preparation to read my energy are scrambled because of the loud noise and needed to refocus through more meditation. He told me I could wait a couple of hours.
    The master and I were walking along the balcony, the same place where I had been fighting the zip-lining security forces in the earlier dream. The balcony was totally re-done with a wooden railing and a waterfall running down the dramatic cliff-face.
    The master told me that he was upset; frustrated by how most kids these days don't see the good in having a moment of quiet; they are always about the loud; boisterous and aggressive aspects of life and don't take the time for a moment of calm.
    I told him that my philosophy is to seek balance, rather than just have one or the other. You can have your fun in the loud and crazy moments, but you should be ready for things to get quiet or serious at a moment's notice. If you just do one or the other you will find that your life is out of balance. The master told me that I am smart to walk my own path and form my own beliefs, but that I should be careful that not many people appreciate it when someone chooses to do this.

    I was at a movie theater with my friend S. There was a long dream here about seeing a crappy movie and we sat in the hot tub with this older Asian couple and got into a splashing fight.

    I was being chased through was was supposed to be downtown NYC but it didn't look like it. It just looked like any old random city. I was on my bike and a couple of my family/friends were there but I can't recall exactly who.
    We were being chased through the city by these destructive alien cyborg monsters. They were tall, bluish-black humanoids with armored lower limbs and torsos, and most of them carried futuristic energy blade weapons. Although they were easily capable of catching us on foot, Optimus Prime and a couple of other transformers were there trying to fight them off... because reasons I suppose. The plot of what was happening now had something to do with the previous dream involving saving the minecraft animals.
    ...
    The chase went on for quite awhile. The DCs that I was with broke off from me trying to lose monsters by us all going separate ways. Optimus prime made some joke about the cyborg monsters not having penises.
    ...
    For those of you who believe in shared dreaming, I might have crossed with Miachel Bay by accident.
    ...
    I was being chased by one of the monsters. I felt like my bike was just going faster and faster and the adrenaline was flowing. I rode up a drive and into the front door of a hotel/condo in an attempt to lose the monster. Inside was all white decor and I rode through three or four rooms. When I got into the rearmost room; a bedroom I came in on a woman who was putting on her makeup.
    I came screeching to a halt and turned around. I apologized to the woman and walked my bike out of the room only to be blocked by this huge Russian man.
    He asked me why I was riding my bike through his house. I told him that I was being chased by bullies on my bike. (Though in hindsight, saying that I was being chased by a five-story alien cyborg with a battleaxe wouldn't have been any more convincing of an argument.) I apologized for coming in on his wife.
    The man pointed out that my tire had left skid marks on the carpet. I told him that if he got me the proper cleaning supplies I would be happy to clean up the skid marks. He accepted my apology and told me to follow him to his closet where he kept the cleaning supplies. But for some reason, we go into his closet; it is this huge room, like a gymnasium. Everyone I knew was in there; my parents, my friends, even Manei and Marcus, and they were all p*ssed at me for making a skid mark on this guy's carpet.
    I tried to explain to everyone that it was cool and that I had apologized and was going to clean up. Even the big russian guy took my side, but everyone still seemed mad for some reason.
    ...
    I false awoke. My room was dark and I had a sinking feeling that something bad was going to happen.
    I nose pinched and became partially lucid.
    "Is someone there?"
    Foxy from Five nights at Freddys (Good god! I watch my friend play this game for half an hour and it comes into my dreams!) Jumps up from the side of my bed and screams. I go barreling off the opposite side. He bites at the bed where I was a moment ago.
    I jump at him and grab him. He's big, about seven feet tall and strong. I jump onto him and grapple with his head. He tries to bite down on my arm but he comes down where his teeth are broken. His broken tooth still cuts me though. I feel around inside his mouth, and grab hold of some wires and pull.
    I yank on the wires and his eyes get pulled in through the sockets and out the mouth. I jump clear as the robot goes berserk and malfunctions. Foxy eventually falls into my desk, destroying it, and a small electrical fire start in his head.
    ...
    My arm was bandaged and this felt like part of the same dream. I made my way outside into the night and saw a huge brown planet in the sky, easily 20 or 30 times wider than the moon.
    I went back inside and did a nose pinch. I could breathe out of one nostril. I got a little confused by this thinking that I was somehow in some in-between state of waking life and dreaming. But then I realized that I must just be sleeping on my side or something.
    I also flicked the light-switch in the kitchen. It did not work.
    I wanted to go back and clean that guy's carpet. I started to make a scene change when Manei manifested behind me. She was a cat again for some reason.
    "No! You don't deserve the chance!"
    " I'm trying to do a good deed. It will take me all of five seconds. I will look at his carpet, look away, and look back. All of the damage will be gone."
    "You should think about the horrible things you have done!"
    " Okay first of all, you shouldn't be stopping me from trying to do something good! Second of all, I did that while non-lucid, and while endangered, and you can't judge someone based on their subconscious behaviors especially when they are endangered. Third, it was just a dark mark on his carpet! Would you make such a big deal out of such a trivial thing?"
    *No response
    "So what? I get no chance to redeem myself? I just have to feel bad about this and have you be mad at me?"
    ...
    "This was supposed to be a test... I guess I didn't think-

    -Le wake up-

    Manei is really starting to lose the dream guide vibe. I need to find out why.
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    Updated 11-22-2014 at 07:55 PM by 53527

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    1. Tihiti's Avatar
      I wanted to go back and clean that guy's carpet.
      Wow, that's very conscientious and considerate of you!

      He's big, about seven feet tall and strong. I jump onto him and grapple with his head. He tries to bite down on my arm but he comes down where his teeth are broken. His broken tooth still cuts me though.
      That's an intense battle, holy smokes. I'd crap the bed if that happened!
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    2. DawnEye11's Avatar
      Just then, a male teenager DC bursts in, about my age, but taller and with spiky hair. "HAYA, GUYS! WHAT ARE ALL YOU LAME-O'S DOING IN HERE! WE SHOULD BE OUTSIDE LEARNING KUNG FU!!!" He then proceeds to take a couple of fake fighting stances.
      XD I had a feeling that would happen. Haha Anyways I think Manei being mad at you was a good thing. Its like reverse psychology. You did something that would be bad in waking life but isn't bad to do in a dream. There's no purpose for you to change a temporary mark in a dream setting. That DC will not remember what you did for him and you will waste your lucid time doing it.But maybe the dream was influencing your mind a bit at the time? Overall i enjoyed reading everything. You had a great recall for this one.
      JadeGreen likes this.
      Updated 11-22-2014 at 08:55 PM by DawnEye11
    3. JadeGreen's Avatar
      Yeah, that guy bursting in... that was funny in hindsight. I guess he manifested out of my fear of distracting the people who were meditating. At least it wasn't me that did it.

      That DC will not remember what you did for him and you will waste your lucid time doing it.
      "I'm trying to do a good deed. It will take me all of five seconds. I will look at his carpet, look away, and look back. All of the damage will be gone."
      The decision to carry morals into the dream world is actually rather important. People say there are no consequences or repercussions for negative actions in dreams. That isn't true. If I were to be mean to Manei or Marucs, then they might leave me, or become evil as consequence. I try to treat all dream characters with that same sort of respect. After all they are a part of me, and being rude to them is basically disrespecting myself.
      The way I deal with nightmares is a little different though...
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      Updated 11-22-2014 at 09:29 PM by JadeGreen
    4. DawnEye11's Avatar
      I agree with you that good morals is a good thing to carry out in your dreams but I just mean't it in the circumstance of cleaning a spot on the carpet. I see no reason to clean it because I doubt leaving a mark there would make me disrespectful of people's homes in waking life. Including mine. But if you feel its necessary than its fine. I guess you are just more conscience of it than I'am.