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    1. Horror Film Hospital

      by , 08-12-2016 at 10:31 AM
      Jason Statham is in character. He is playing a renegade bounty hunter (specialising in the occult) who has dodged death at every turn. He is wearing ripped and worn leather trousers and vest. Black metal studs sporadically decorate the vest and trousers, but seem to have no form or function. He is holding his sword, which seems to be some sort of one handed falchion. The worn handle, and the way he is holding it is clear that he knows how to use it. Looking at his face, he is determined. Grime and blood smeared across his face make it clear he has already been in a fight today. Looking at his head, there are three areas that have clearly been operated on and sewn up. I somehow know that he has had horn-implants removed for some reason. Perhaps he had to go undercover.

      Opposite him is a genuinely horrifying visage. The figure is tall and black, and seems to be in a tattered robe that is flapping in a breeze that is not there. His gigantic scythe makes it obvious that this is the grim reaper.

      Jason Statham is about to have his last fight. Win or lose.

      I am circling the pair, watching them size each other up. Jason turns to me and throws me a clear glass bottle. "Get this to safety. If he finds it he could turn is all into Wil-I-am's face. He has that power. Run!"

      I turn and flee into a nearby building. The doors are open and I begin running up the stairs. The glass bottle is leaking.

      At the top of the stairs, the bottle is almost empty. I stash it somewhere and carry on.

      Further on, the hallway turns into a hospital ward. Middle aged women in various states of wellness are in the beds. One woman is sat up in bed
      talking to her relatives. She is talking about her cat, which is curled up on a cushion under a table on the other side of the room. She mentions how the cat never comes to her.

      I continue to walk through the hospital. I am searching for something but cannot seem to find the correct corridor. At one point, a woman in labour in a wheelchair asks a nurse where she needs to go, and gets a curt answer.

      Suddenly, an alarm sounds. Everyine freeze for a couple of beats to make sure it is not an alarm test, and then the nurses begin to organise the evacuation. They act with efficiency and professionalism, and do not spook anyone in The process. Making the link between the epic battle happening outside and the chaos in here, I instinctively decide to head down towards the goods inwards / loading dock in the basement.

      When I get down there, it is clear to see that this is the site of the incursion. A metal walkway leads towards the back door to the building, where a muscled psychopath is coming in. On the walkway, there are several armoured security guards.

      The psychopath growls and leaps, he begins tearing and shredding at the guards. He uses different edge weapons and rips the head off a couple of them. I run.

      Later on, I am in a different part of the building's catacombs. The winchesters from supernatural and a few other unrecognised blokes are there. We are all lined up against a wall and in the centre of the room is the psychopath standing in front of a furnace door. He is talking to us about how he makes cookies. "I first use 4 pounds of butter..." He bends down to be face to face with the small guy next to me. "AND THEN WHAT!!!!!?????" He screams into his face. With every ounce of my being I try to tell him to say 4 pounds of flour, but he just stutters and stammers.

      In a desperate action, he rushed forwards and yanks open the oven. There is a large bolt action machine gun that he uses to obliterate a few people in the room. The psycho catches up to him, wrenches him away from the gun, snaps his neck, and chases us all out of the room with machine gun fire.

      Outside a little later, we are trying to get into the bloke lair to tackle him head on. We are stood outside of a roller shutter door trying to figure out how to get in. One of my colleagues, who is unrecognised, picks up a cardboard box, puts it on his head and begins to laugh uncontrollably. He buries his face in his hands, and when he comes up he is the joker. He begins to rattle on as we open the shutter and go inside. We leave him outside yowling and yammering.

      Dean Winchester is carrying his brother, who looks like he has been skinned. Refusing to let him go, as he has come back from worse, they get into their car. I slope off and go to bed.
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    2. Old Pokemon Go Friend

      by , 08-11-2016 at 08:16 AM
      I have parked up in a park and I am walking around trying to catch Pokemon using the Pokemon Go game. The whole park is massive, and there are old houses and heavily wooded areas where the Pokemon are spawning.

      In one area, there is a sign saying (word not recognised) wood, baby Pokemon only. I ignore the sign and begin walking toward the plains area. As I approach the plains/meadow area, I can hear the laughter of Children. I decide to explore further.

      As I walk through the plains, a large brick building appears in front of me. It is clear that it is some sort of kiosk selling snacks and drinks. To my left, there is a large tree, and several children (supervised) are playing and gambolling in the grass. As a whim, I raise my phone to see if there are any Pokemon there, and can clearly see there are loads. There are Rattattas and Pigeys playing with the children, along with several round green Pokemon I do not recognise. I ready a ball and throw it, and make a successful catch.

      My phone rings, and it is my wife. I explain to her that I have had a couple of pints and have managed to catch a few Pokemon I have never seen before. I say I will be home soon.

      I walk away, and decide to take the bus home. Now realising that this is Redditch, a town by where I live, I walk to the kiosk of the bus station and ask when the next bus is. The gent behind the counter is an old boy about 65 and he begins rapping away at his computer with one finger.

      Someone appears next to me, I turn to great them in a friendly way and realise it is an old colleague of mine from the chemical plant I worked on.

      "Hey, Strickers (a nick name we used to give him) how have you been." I ask. He looks to be slightly drunk as he leans on the kiosk.
      "I'm all good, it's been a while." He slurs back

      We have a nice conversation about his kids, and I fill him in on all of the good this that have happened since we got made redundant.

      The old boy behind the counter still has not yet told us about the next bus, and I remember that I drove here. "Wait a minute, I'll give you a lift home. I've only had two pints." The old boy begins to protest, and that he has just found me a car to take me home. I apologise and tell him not to worry. We walk away.

      On the way to the car we have another conversation. I ask him how his kids are and how old are they now. I guess at 8 and 13. He says that they are 10 and 11, which strikes me as odd because I knew there was a bigger age gap.

      I mull this over in my head and come to the conclusion that this is a dream. I instantly know this, but perform an RC as an afterthought. I smile, this is amazing. Knowing how fragile my dreams have been in the past, I rub my hands together to stabilise the dream. It focuses me.

      After focussing, I see the road we are on. It is the road my First School was on. There are cars parked on either side. I decide to try and vanish the cars, but realise that closing my eyes will instantly wake me up. My friend is still cutting away, but I am ignoring him.

      I manouvre around to block my view of one car and move back. The car vanishes. I am elated, but still steady in the dream.

      I decide to go for a fly. The shear elation and feeling of freedom is overwhelming. I get 3 metres off the ground and wake up.
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    3. Laboratory Water Bomb

      by , 07-27-2016 at 02:35 PM
      Whilst working in the laboratory on a chemical plant (an old place of employment) one of my friends / colleagues fills up a cardboard water bomb and throws it.
      It impacts the desk in front of me and explodes with a huge bang. I wake up with a hypnic jerk.
    4. RPG Quiz machine

      by , 07-24-2016 at 09:16 AM
      I am driving through a city and see to be getting lost all of the time. I have to do two or three u-turns to by back on the correct path. It dawns on me drink on of these u-turns that I do not actually know where I am going.

      During one u-turn in which I reverse up an alley way, I come across a large vending machine at the end. I reverse up to it, as it is on the driver's side (UK), and read the inscriptions on it. "Patented RPG quiz machine, test your RPG knowledge against your compadres." It looks like there are a few different levels of difficulty, signified by different colours.

      On the right side of the machine there is a stack of square tubs. In the large top one there are yellow plastic tokens, and a large number seem to have been removed. Below that are blue tokens, only a few have be taken. Below that red, which is full. I think ther may have been black ones under that but I am not sure.

      Inspecting the machine a little closer, there is a section of text that talks directly to me. I do not read the text, it just pops into my head as speech. It describes how the different colour tokens are the different levels of difficulty in he quiz, and how I should be careful of choosing a higher level Bfore I am ready. I am supremely confident, but opt to go for the Yellow token.