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    This is where I, FireFlyMan, will report my dreams for others' (dis)pleasure. As this is only a supplementary journal for me, there may be some apparently misplaced and missing log entries. Similarly, I won't bore anyone with certain sets of meta-data (ie induction techniques used, dream signs, etc.), though I'll gladly reveal as much if asked. Furthermore, any name of personally known real life figures will be replaced with ever-changing aliases.

    WIP

    1. Log 871 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 16

      by , 09-17-2017 at 05:20 PM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Got a few scraps and a briefly lucid dream to note.

      WBTB, where I spent 10 minutes meditating before drifting off.

      Scrap Group 1
      Memory of a lucid dream gone kaput. I could barely remember Dragon Ball characters or other media figures being involved.

      Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 16 - Part


      The visuals were clear. I was a crewman in a civilian submarine. This was a large, dome-like vessel, equipped with 360 degree pivotable propellers and supported by underwater surveilance drones as part of her navigation system. Besides me, at least seven others serviced the craft, of which an older, stern blonde haired woman was its captain.

      We descended to the depths of an illuminated ocean. I'd random thoughts on comparing this sub to Batman's submarine, when I gained awareness. I crossed my fingers, and hoped I'd find my guide, E, floating around. Soon, one of the remote drones caught sight of a massive figure. This was indeed my guide in the form of a pale, colossal mermaid, or more appropriately, "whale-maid", given her tail's horizontal orientation and lack of scales. My fellow crewmembers scrambled to open communications via said drone, and were genuinely surprised at being able to have a conversation with my guide. After a talk, all parties agreed to meet at some location.

      I got too engrossed in this story, and lost awareness. Anyway, the crew and I eventually arrive at the ocean floor, where we find an entire functional contemporary town, of all things. Despite all the neon signs and buildings, the place looked unusually barren. E was similarly nowhere in sight. Again, we spoke remotely, during which she clarified her dwelling in mountains so as to not frighten the local populace.

      Once at the correct location, I finally spotted my guide's silhouetted form within eyesight. Even past the shadows, she appeared unusually haggard. Still, I (unconsciously) corrected her appearance when she approached us. It seemed E was very intrigued with the sub. Perhaps too much, as she took to innocently mishandling random components. Such curiosity risked harm to my crew, especially at those depths. We had no choice but to use the ship's (then revealed) electroshock-weaponry to release ourselves from her grasp.

      Don't recall much else until the dream ended.

      Scrap Group 2
      Another WBTB where I meditated for a bit. Dreamlets transitioned to various dreams unconsciously.

      Walking around my neighborhood at daytime. Fallen trees and other debris hindered my stroll.

      Updated 09-18-2017 at 03:23 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    2. Log 870 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 15

      by , 09-16-2017 at 09:01 PM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Got two DILDs to note, along with a fragment.

      Spoiler for If brevity is the soul of wit...:

      Scrap Group 1
      Browsing an arcade, where I see one of the classic Mortal Kombat games. Next, I went outside to a cityscape at night time. Someone nearby lit fireworks, which, spectacularly enough, took the shape of a dragon. Very similar to that one scene in the LOTR - Fellowship of the Rings.

      15 minutes of meditation as part of a WBTB. I made sure not to concentrate enough to the point of complete clarity. Lost awareness during a WILD attempt, though I got a DILD.

      Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 15 - Part 1

      The visuals were a slightly dim and blurred. I falsely awaken in the king-sized bed of an unfamiliar large room. A glance out the nearest window revealed a night sky. No lights were on, yet the place was kinda illuminated. This was likely what granted me awareness seconds later.

      I got up to look around. Aside from the room's size, there wasn't much spectacular about it, just a slightly messy bedroom. I then searched for my guide, E, and indeed, I could sense she wasn't far, yet I couldn't see her. Coulda spend all night looking, so I imagined her appearing on a countertop nearby. She was summoned in record time, appearing in her human form and dressed in a gold-colored sleeping gown. However, she wasn't conscious and barely present. I picked her up in "bridal carry" fashion, and concentrated. Within seconds, she manifested entirely and with full vitality. I then set my guide upright on the floor.

      "You didn't have to help me, you know?", she complained.

      "Heh, yeah", I blurted". "I just wanted to show off." E rolled her eyes and smiled.

      I look to the white wall nearby, which reminded me of the competition. "Shall we?" I offered my hand to my guide, and she reciprocates. First up was phasing. I pushed my free hand through the wall with ease, then barged in along with E. Wooden beams and supports were readily visible. Actually, it was a bit roomier than I'd expected. Anyway, we continued outside.

      I then try teleporting to any random location. Things fade into a void, to which I responded with hand rubbing for a while. When I come to, I found myself back in the aforementioned bed. I take a moment to recall what occurred, only to lose awareness. False memories of the fragments above form. This includes clips of a supposed 2-player co-op mode in one of the classic Mortal Kombats. Cage and one of the ninjas fought Reptile, and later, Goro. After that, a preview of Dragon Ball FighterZ, a battle between Krillin and Adult Gohan. The former paralyzes his opponent with a Solar Flare, to which Gohan let's out a hilarious squeal.

      This ended soon afterwards.

      30-minute WBTB, half to write notes, and half to stretch and meditate. As above, I intended a WILD, drifted off, and got a DILD instead.

      Dream 2 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 15 - Part 2

      Scene 1 - Vaporous Embrace
      Dreamlet unwittingly transitioned to dream. The visuals were slightly blurred. I was walking around the neighborhood on a bright, partly cloudy day. When near the school, I see a kid shouting insults at someone from the fence. The latter was someone I knew, one of my brothers' perhaps? Anyway, in vengeance, this acquaintance transforms a cloud into a large fist, and has it slam the brat down onto the pavement. This amuses me enough to gain awareness.

      Using that spectacle as inspiration, I try morphing the biggest cloud in sight into the likeness of my guide. To better control things, I narrated what I expected for the next few minutes, from which the clouds roiling into E' figure were the immediate results. Next, I commanded E to descend for a closer look, only to be reminded of how truly gigantic a cloud actually is; even at hundreds of feet above, I couldn't see my guide in her entirety. I then hitched a ride on her palm, and, remembering the TOTM, asked her for a hug. She pressed me a bit hard upon herself, enough so that I soon found myself engulfed within her vaporous mass. In awe, I flew around in such fog for half a minute. Cue transition.

      Scene 2 - Tick, Tick, Boom.
      The visuals were a bit dim. I was entering home during twilight. Still aware. While passing the downstairs bedroom, I spotted Justin playing a computer game, and overheard him saying crummy things about me. Got kinda sore about that, but I lightened up when I found caramel-cream cakes in the kitchen and dining room. I tasted some of the icing, which was about as sweet as expected. There was momentary concern about dirtying the food, and I thought to warp time just for that sake, but I recollected myself. Still, I (literally) rewinded time anyway.

      I stopped at the room's door, where I planned getting even with my (in-dream) jerkass bro. First, I telekinetically moved random junk around, but that didn't get his attention. I then had the keyboard smack his face a few times, yet he still was unresponsive. Taking drastic measures, I focused on the computer's monitor, and, after having it tick and beep for a few seconds, caused it to detonate in a small, fiery explosion. Justin was finally bewildered with rage, while I walked away chortling.

      Transition.

      Scene 3 - Red Card Death Penalty
      The visuals were brighter. I was in my adolescent years, out playing soccer in teams of two with some unknown kids. I was aware, yet, despite having unfavorable opinions of the sport, I went along with such. My dislike was reflected by my clumsy play, where I kicked the ball out-of-bounds or directly to the opponent far too many times. One of said opponents, a scrawny, light-brown haired kid, ridiculed my mistakes with highly irritating laughter. I tried going super-speed to get an opportune goal, but couldn't manage anything remarkable.

      One further mistake later, and that annoying kid finally struck my last nerve. I rushed up to him, and gave him a flying headbutt right below the chin. My intention was to send him flying to the horizon. Instead, it was only his head that rocketed straight up in a stream of blood. Still, I was entertained enough to laugh as he did to such misfortune. I even had half a mind to kick the severed head into the goal when it landed, though the others' horrified reaction kinda threw me off.

      Don't recall much else until the dream ended.

      Updated 09-17-2017 at 04:07 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment , task of the month
    3. Log 869 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 14

      by , 09-16-2017 at 03:51 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Just got a bunch of scraps to note. Quite a shame, as I was sure I got lucid at some points.


      Scrap Group 1

      WBTB initially unintended due to insomnia.

      A series of forgotten dreams, part of which I'm quite sure I was lucid. There was something about a fire, or a similar disaster.

      At home. One of my uncles and his wife make a surprise visit, much to my annoyance.

      At a pool party. Magical events occurred.

      Wandering in a mansion?

      At home watching TV with my sister and mom. I tune in on a science show about plausible alien lifeforms. On screen were CGI of disgusting phallic creatures. In fact, said alien figures were noted to be from Rick and Morty.

      Unwitting dream transition. I travel around in a grey realm for a while, then warp to some temple ruins. There, I spoke with an ancient-world priest. He claimed mastery over demonurgy, and spent his life translating the words of six spirits with which he'd formed pacts. This reminds me of the Demon roguelike, and also gives me false memories of possessing such creatures of my own. I'm fairly certain I was lucid at one point.

      Updated 09-16-2017 at 03:56 AM by 89930

      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening
    4. Log 868 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 13

      by , 09-15-2017 at 02:39 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Got a clear but brief DILD to note.

      15 minunte WBTB during which I meditated and stretched. It took a while for me to experience hypnagogia/dreamlets, during which I'd unwittingly transitioned.


      Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 13


      Dreamlet transitioned to dream. The visuals were clear. I was driving an SUV, riding around a suburban town at daytime. My brother, Jordan was there with me as a passenger. We continue along for a few minutes, before ariviving at a dead end in the form of a pit blocked by foliage and a traffic barrier. By then, I'd gained awareness, and declared as much. I claimed I could drive us at a direct course through the trees unharmed. And indeed, the vehicle, my brother and I phased through those thickets, trees trunks, and even traffic rails. I expected to drop down the incline, only to continue on a straight line in mid-air and over to another road. "Alright", I shouted to Jordan, "we're gonna fly this thing to Vegas!" Another like dead end was ahead, to which I intentionally flew past while driving.

      Things then quickly deteriorated before I could react.

      Updated 09-15-2017 at 03:26 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid
    5. Log 867 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 12

      by , 09-14-2017 at 02:15 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Just got a dream and a fragment to note.

      Scrap Group 1
      Wandering around town with family. Some time was spent in an airport. We return home, only to find that most of our vehicle's were missing. What's more, the place was unusually messy inside. Robbery, no doubt.

      Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 11 - Part 1

      The visuals were slightly dimmed and blurred. I was in a ballroom built of laminated wood. There was a party going on, in which guests were mostly people in their late teens/early twenties. A college break party, perhaps? Some insufferable "toughguys" start making trouble for the rest of us. The masses don't speak out against such, while I, of course, alienated myself from festivities.

      Later on, I start flying around for no particular reason. This caught the attention of the meekest among the crowd, whom sought asylum after bearing woes from those ruffians. And indeed, this got so out of hand, the entire place had since devolved into bowing to mistreatment, if not joining in such misconduct. I wouldn't have cared either way, that is, if those bullies hadn't thrown junk at me, likely due to perceiving me as a threat. Oh, it's on now.

      Up near the ceiling, I formed a ball of toxic plasma, which I dropped and detonated on the crowd. Those who took part in such mischief were knocked unconscious, and, in the case of the original instigators, killed outright; everyone else were completely unharmed. I snuck off, and let everyone there sort out the mess.

      I creeped through some hallways, when I encountered one of the earliest belligerents, a tall, tanned skinned guy with shaved light brown hair. Up until then, I hadn't realized he'd ever left the room, and yet, he was still privy of my previous assault. Cue fistfight. The guy had a decent grasp of combat basics, and actually landed a few good hits. This overwhelmed me enough to keep from using flashy powers. Still, I could manage a simple dazing ability, allowing me time to place a chokehold from behind.

      Can't recall much else until the dream ended.

      Updated 09-14-2017 at 03:14 AM by 89930 (proof-editing)

      Categories
      dream fragment , non-lucid
    6. Log 866 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 11

      by , 09-13-2017 at 02:53 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Tuesday 12 September 2017

      Got a dream and a DILD to note.

      Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 11 - Part 1

      The visuals were clear. I was walking within an unknown communal structure. Concurrently, I was playing a space-themed roguelike without any device whatsoever. Eventually, I landed in a planet in which my dream guide, E, was imprisoned. If not freed within an allotted time, E would break free herself in a frenzy, and would not only chase the player's ship, but the actual player themselves. Real-world knowledge was required to succeed. So, I visited a library located within the building, where I did some research on an old CRT computer. Time wore out quickly, making me resort to save-scumming to avoid catastrophe. Some guy conversed with me for a moment, though I just barely forgot what that was about.

      On a whim, I looked up on Hurricane Jose's current whereabouts, only to discover it had, against all odds, gone on a direct course to my town! Suddenly, I found myself riding on a passenger plane (not inside; literally atop of its fuselage), an oddly map-like view of grassy hill-lands visible below. Noticed my brother, Giovanni and an old black guy were there as well. When passing isolated farms, my brother mused on how long it would take that population below to multiply beyond sustainable levels. This gets the man to mention owning a gated community not too unlike what he saw down there, which he bought as part of his father's last request.

      Not much else happened until the dream ended.

      Dream 2 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 11 - Part 2

      The visuals were clear. I was walking down a forest road at daytime, accompanying both mom and a dark haired, tan skinned Hispanic woman in her 40's. All of us were dressed formally. We eventually arrive at a mansion. As we stepped inside, the woman offered to guide us through a tour. She ardently explained how the structure was supposedly a model for proposed renovations to the local highschool in my town. The doors opened to the spectacle of piano lounge music reverbing within gleaming marble hallways. At each moment, the woman would stop to point out a fancy carpet, a large chandelier, a bronze candelabrum, or some other extravagant piece.

      Many levels of such continued before finally reaching the top floor. Several steps lead to platform further above, of which the sole musician and his piano occupied. Bored, I teleported around the area for the heck of it. That's when I noticed a familiar tune sounding. Can't recall what it was, though I was sure it's something Giovanni plays as a practice song. "Giovanni, that you?", I called out. I approached the pianist, yet couldn't see much aside that he's wearing a tux. Either way, I knew it was indeed my brother, and reasoned that I must've been dreaming.

      I made further short-ranged teleports. My actions visibly concerned both women, so I excused myself and rushed off. The unknown woman made a snippy remark as I left, but I ignored that. I made my way down a drab, concrete stairway. Halfway through, I stopped to collapse half a wall with one punch. Then, I continued along with inhuman speed and footing. Soon, I arrived outside to a night sky. Things began warping around me. I tried producing fire from my hand, but couldn't manage before the dream deteriorated.

      Updated 09-13-2017 at 03:24 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    7. Log 865 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 10

      by , 09-11-2017 at 02:43 PM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Monday 11 September 2017

      Got a WILD to note

      WBTB, during which I meditated for 15 minutes, then stretched for a bit. Hours of sleeplessness followed before I could finally get a transition.

      Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 10

      WILD transition in bed. Frustration from previous insomnia clouded my judgement for most of the dream. I spent several minutes trying to move around. When I could, I tried rolling off bed, only to get reanchored back, making sure to rub my hands each time that happened as a contingency.

      At one point, I noticed a gang of punks breaking in and making a mess of things. Wasn't gonna let that slide. While having "Attack the Barbarian" from Streets of Rage playing in the background, I flew out to fight them, striking them with enough force to knock them off their feet. They were each easily taken down in one or two blows. Something similar occurred later, but when I fly off to confront the miscreants, they'd already vanished, leaving me attacking nothing but air.

      Various poorly remembered scenes, some of which occurred in other location along with an occasional loss of awareness some of the time. There was something of being in a school, then a beach. At another point, I was wandering the city with my brother, Leon, accompanying him as he looked for a buffet. I'm sure I sounded some other song to do some other fancy dream ability, though I can't say for sure.

      Eventually, I lose patience with my efforts, causing the dream state to slip from me.

      Updated 09-11-2017 at 02:45 PM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    8. Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 9

      by , 09-10-2017 at 02:19 PM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Sunday 10 September 2017

      Got a fragment and a dream to note.

      Scrap Group 1
      Wandering in a vast, fanciful building complex floating in an extradimensional realm. Narrow bridges connected each structure. I found a laptop or a similar device, of which contained dangerous secrets. Various different entities were trying to steal this info for themselves, leaving me to defend it. Pretty sure Dragon Ball characters showed up.

      Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 9


      The visuals were a bit blurred. I was watching an Art of Fighting ending clip. A corrupt CEO was seated in his office, waiting anxiously. Eventually, his top enforcer, a huge, sharply dressed giant of a man, enters. Damage on his clothes and shoes made clear previous hardships. He presents his emplyer various papers of unknown contents, though this was obviously what the CEO was expecting. However, it seemed the giant, tired of his line of work, went on to publish this info on his own accord, explicitly to bring the executive to ruin. This ended with artwork of the giant seated triumphantly on a fancy office chair.

      15 minute WBTB where I meditated and stretched for a bit. I experienced deep, near transitioned dreamlets later on, but couldn't get relaxed enough for a conversion.

      Updated 09-11-2017 at 04:19 AM by 89930

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    9. Log 863 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 8

      by , 09-09-2017 at 01:33 PM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Got a short, tired LD to note. That's about it. Woulda last longer, though some things woke me up abruptly.

      30 minute WBTB during which I meditated, stretched a bit, and tried relaxing. Discomfort kept me up for a long time, or perhaps, anxiety. Eventually, I pull a transition.

      Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 8

      REM Atonia transitioned dream. After various forgotten occurrences, I return to bed with awareness. I levitate myself around for a bit, but couldn't keep up. Later, I see a game forming before my eyes, some rail gun shooter set in a gator-infested bayou. I shoot a few of the beasts, when I'm warped back to bed again. Then, I tried contacting my guide, E, but she wouldn't respond. Various interruptions woke me abruptly afterwards.

      Updated 09-09-2017 at 01:48 PM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid
    10. Log 862 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 7

      by , 09-08-2017 at 10:54 PM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Got two near-lucid dreams and a scrap to note. To be honest, I'm kinda embarrassed to post this up. I woulda just paraphrased it, but I think maybe it won't be so bad to open up to these things once in a while.

      Scrap Group 1

      Barely recall something of dealing with a sleazy realtor.

      WBTB for 15 minutes before a WILD attempt. No insomnia, but no awareness either.

      Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 7 - Part 1

      REM Atonia unwittingly transitioned into a dream. I imagined my guide, E beside me in bed, and though I couldn't see (eyes closed), I did sense her presence nearby. Spent a moment just relaxing, when she suddenly began, uh, licking my face. Just her weird way of showing affection, I thought. Only, she goes on for minutes on end, and even began drooling uncontrollably. Random thoughts of rumors about large pet predators whirled in my mind, where certain instincts would drive these animals to see their owners as prey, and they'd then starve themselves before attacking... wait a minute. Was my guide trying to eat me again?!

      I reactively opened my eyes to the sight of E's salivating grin. Unnerved, I asked her to make space, only to have her hold me down tighter. I somehow slipped away from her grasp. I then tried fleeing, but couldn't get far enough. No choice. I had to fight. Using the ancient (fictional) art of Hokuto Shin Ken, I struck her belly and then temple with my finger, causing instant paralysis. Spent a good while thinking up a flashy name for the attack, though only lethal maneuvers came to mind. So, I just left things as is.

      Things get unclear. I went to the living room, where dad's watching TV, then I began floating around. Not much else until the dream ended.

      Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 7 - Part 2

      Similar REM Atonia transition into a dream. As before, I had E show up, and again, she starts licking and drooling over my face. Suddenly, she whips herself into a frenzy. I tried escaping, only to find myself shrunken down, and I just barely avoided my (from my perspective) colossal guide's immediate onslaught. This chase was quickly exhausting me. With my last bit of strength, I rocketed off as far as possible. But, incredibly, I'd somehow pathed directly into my guide's gaping mouth! Horrible moments were spent getting violently tossed and pressed between her tongue and roof, yet despite as much, I remained unharmed. I even outright mentioned that if I were lucid, I would've likely gotten points for invulnerability (D'oh!).

      Woke up not long after.

      Updated 09-09-2017 at 01:29 PM by 89930 (day 7; oops)

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    11. Log 705 - April 2017 TOTM Bonus Task

      by , 09-08-2017 at 10:51 PM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Tuesday 04 April 2017

      EDIT: Whoops. Left this in draft mode for the longest. Time to publish it fully.

      Oof. Feels like forever since I last posted here. Anyway, I've got two or three DILDs to note, and got this month's bonus task done. There's a large non-lucid portion I can't recall for the first dream, and I generally don't have much to go on for the last two dreams.

      Spoiler for kinda long:


      Dream 1 - April TOTM 2017 Bonus Task


      Scene 1 - From Cosmos to Cabaņas

      The visuals were mostly clear. I was riding around in a seaside highway during late afternoon, water surrounding the path on both sides. Not certain how, but I eventually realized dream.

      This TOTM's bonus task was fresh in my mind. So, I flew out the vehicle, and warped into space. Had to take a moment to restabilize things, and then enjoyed just sailing the cosmos for a while at high speeds. Watching countless stars flowing past my view is always greatly amusing. Anyway, I erroneously looked around for a portal at first, but remembered it had to be a black hole. So, I thought (again, in error) to search in the emptiest point in space. After some more exploration, I found it, a void several hundred yards away, no larger than a hoola hoop in diameter. I stopped, and planned on how to enter safely. But it was too late; I was dragged inside in no time at all.

      I found myself flung into a twisting wormhole, its silvery, fluid walls reflecting on pure nothingness. Ah, this again. I cheerfully let this trip run its course.

      Finally, I arrive submerged in water. On surfacing, and reorienting myself, I see I'm swimming in a beach during twilight. Several family members were on the shore, including my brother Pedro. We wandered around a shopping district. Had to restabilize, and almost got distracted at someone questioning my actions.

      Later, I try recalling some more tasks, but drew a blank. I couldn't think of anything else to do, for that matter. I settled on summoning Eddie, a shapechanging shadow demon from Guilty Gear. I made dramatic commands to have it form into a buzzsaw, and had it spin around for a while. Beside's Pedro's sideway glance, no one paid any heed.

      We then arrive at a run down park. Some tour guide handed us chicken empanadas. These were pretty good, though did have a whole wing bone. Not something you'd want in a meat pie. Soon, we're seated a in a fairly large restaurant/bar resembling a cabaņa. Got bored. I eventually imagining E, my dream guide, showing up as a waitress. A row of such workers did appear promptly, but none of them seemed to be her.

      The meal (or lack thereof) ended quickly. Mom stubbornly took the tab, yet she was clearly distraught with the price. Pedro felt guilty, and urged we do something. That's when I pointed out the whole thing being a dream. I imitated Rick from Rick and Morty (actually Doc from Doc and Mharti), repeating "It's not real, Morty! This isn't real, Morty. None of this is real, Morty!", in a feigned maddened tone, all while unfitting heroic music played in the background.

      The scenery collapsed instantly. Transition.

      Scene 2 - On Pain of Property Damage

      The visuals were dim. I false awakening in bed. I get up to record dream, when I overhear booming noise outside. Some punks were playing music full blast and flashing strobes on their ruined modified white luxury vehicle.

      I approach them, and asked the hooligans to keep it down. They pretended not to listen. I repeated various times, until eventually, I lost patience. Got lucid, though I still wanted revenge. So, I erupted flames from my hands to get their attention. Then, I coerced them to do what was asked or leave on pain of property damage. Through heavy accents, they stammered what I believed was compliance. But they took too long fumbling around, and the music had grated on me long enough.

      I started to count down from three. The group pleaded to me, but I didn't listen. Two. They rode backwards haphazardly, but only in circles. One. They managed to get to the corner, though still too close for my tastes. Time's up. In a panic, those punks all jumped out of the vehicle. Good on them. With a simple clench of my hand, their car ignites, and promptly explodes. I left them to wail.

      Back inside, I locked the front door, and telekinetically did the same to a fictional garage door. By now, I was exhausted. So, I lied back to "sleep", and the dream ends.

      Scrap Group 1
      At home. My old programming teacher from way back in highschool was giving a lesson right in the lounge. A similar dream occurred later, save for replacing the entire class with unknown women. In at least one of these, I realized the dream. I morphed my hand into various shapes before the dream collapsed.

      Spoiler for Media References:
      Eddie:
    12. Log 861 - Thief-Seeking Missiles

      by , 09-08-2017 at 01:09 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Got that DILD and a fragment to note.

      Dream 1 - Thief-Seeking Missiles

      The visuals were clear. I was wandering around the streets at daytime. Eventually, I stop by at a gas station, specifically the same one I used to work in. There were some major renovations since I've been there, including the registers being in the opposite side of the store. Maurice, one of my old managers, was busy with some customers. I considered talking to him, though I backed off. It's been so long, I doubt he even recognized me anymore. Later, at an unknown site, I build up enough nerve to call there for a chat.

      Time skip at night. I'm back at the gas station, this time as a worker. Three other employees were there as well. Of them, I recognized Maria. Another was an older, large African descended woman, while the last a skinny, aging, clean shaven Hispanic man. I take a look around, and find things were now arranged much more similarly to how I last remembered. There were, however, more selection of hot foods. I thought to sample some, but reconsidered when I found the pastries had long been shriveled into an overbaked husk.

      I worked the register for some time without incident, besides some guy having concerns of having been overcharged out at the pumps.Then, later on, a big, loud black woman shows up to bicker with my like-skinned fellow employee. Tension builds up to the point of violence. I overheard their being "friends", though how one could tolerate such vitriol under any circumstances is beyond me. Anyway, this scene distracted me from looking around the store. Before I could react, I found that some jerk had gone on and stole something in plain sight. The bickering had finally resolved by that point.

      After that, a mess of customers began piling up. In fact, this left me so preoccupied, that shoplifters came out of the woodworks to snatch something or two. I later had to deal with a drugged out woman, another of my coworker's supposed "friends". There was some confusion over the money she gave and what she actually owed. As I counted the funds, the woman ran off with whatever she had in hand, and I just knew I got the short end of things. Concurrently, some teen girl rushed in, swiped some DVDs and snacks, and ran off in one fell swoop. And if that wasn't enough, both previous madwomen returned to cause another commotion. What a night...

      While that happened, I caught sight of underaged punks going straight for the alcohol coolers. And sure enough, I overheard one or two muttering about a beer run. I was, by then, infuriated enough to look for trouble myself, so I went to the front door and waited. Still, I was of mind to reflect on that unreasonable theft rate. I made a reactionary hand test, but no matter the result, I gained awareness.

      Vengeance still filled my thoughts. I immediately blasted the punks with an energy blast, then followed up with an explosive beam split and directed to those two rambunctious women (of course, all with precautions to not accidentally hit anyone else). I then stepped outside the lot, hoping I'd find any other previously encountered thieves and scoundrels, though they were long gone by then. After thinking it over, I figured a homing attack would let me get even. I fired a golden ray into the sky, which I divided into a dozen or so other beams. These arced and spread out all over town, until they eventually exploded one by one at isolated, distant locations. Couldn't help but guffaw in triumph.

      With that done, I tried conjuring my guide, E, imagining she'd appear standing around the sidewalk. Unfortunately, I lost focus, and collapsed the dream entirely.

      Scrap Group 1

      WBTB for 15 minutes to write some notes and stretch for a bit.

      False awakening. Mom comes barging in the room, demanding I get those hurricane shutters installed despite not having a ladder.

      Updated 09-08-2017 at 03:00 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening , dream fragment
    13. Log 860 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 5

      by , 09-07-2017 at 01:06 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Wednesday 06 September 2017

      Many items to note, including a series of DILDs during early REM. Unfortunately, they're mostly just fragments at this point.

      Scrap Group 1
      A series of early-REM dreams that I vaguely remembered being repeated instances of each other. I'd awareness at various points. In one such case, I discovered that a spy, some red-haired woman in an office dress, was leaking false, scandalous information on my character. I caught her in the act, and coerced her into both cancelling the operation and fleeing.

      False awakening in bed. I was drenched in sweat. Woke up minutes later dry as a bone.

      At home. My niece, Valentina, shows me a baby doll with an eerily lifelike face
      and movable joints.

      In the backyard of an unknown home. I was cleaning things up along with mom and my younger brother, Trent. At one point, my brother, goes off to feed the cat. I turned away for seconds, only to find the animal had not only died, but was well into the process of decomposing. Didn't concern me one bit. However, seeing Trent and mom so non-chalant of their pet's demise was so.

      At an arcade at night.

      Something of digging a rock tunnel into a brightly lit tower.

      Vague memories of being in a video game world.

      At home. I walk downstairs, only to find a large gathering of unexpected guests, each Flora's (my sister's) friends. Very embarrassing, as I was still in my underwear.

      At a beach at night. Rough waves kept me from getting too far into the water.

      At a hotel room with many family and extended family members. There was a small party ongoing, though I was too tired to participate. Indeed, I was so exhausted, I just slept on floor of the nearest open space. My uncle Sylvester didn't appreciate that, and so he tells Valentina to wake me up. My niece kisses me on the forehead, to which I instantly woke up IRL.

      Updated 09-07-2017 at 03:39 AM by 89930 (reoved leftover junk from draft)

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening , dream fragment
    14. Log 859 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 4

      by , 09-05-2017 at 11:50 PM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Tuesday 05 September 2017

      Barely remembered a few snippets. Quite a pity, as I'm sure I was lucid in a number of instances...

      Scrap Group 1
      Various dreams involving a fight between several members in the dream competition. At one point, I lured an opponent into a trap door. This time, I'm sure I was lucid for most of these earlier dreams, yet I remember far too little to get credit for such...

      WBTB intended for 15 minutes, only to turn into hours of sleeplessness. Guess I was too eager.

      In a supermarket at midnight.

      Updated 09-05-2017 at 11:55 PM by 89930

      Categories
      dream fragment
    15. Log 858 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 3

      by , 09-05-2017 at 03:05 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Monday 04 September 2017

      Got that WILD/DIELD chain to note, and a fragment.

      Scrap Group 1
      Using a chat client for some old multiplayer online text-based game. Noticed several users were participants in this season's contest. At various points, there were some disturbingly hostile comments thrown my way. I woke up thinking I'd lucidity at some point, though I remember nothing of the sort.


      Meditated for 20+ minutes as part of a WBTB, then made a WILD attempt. Yet again, I had to endure two hours of insomnia before I got sleepy enough to transition.

      Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Competition - Day 3

      Scene 1 - Restive Rolling
      WILD transition just after being stuck in REM Atonia for some time. I rolled off the bed, with difficulty due to exhaustion, only to wake up immediately for a brief moment. This repeats for a confirmed total of six times, along with numerous other unverified instances or outright false awakenings.

      Between these were a few non-lucid false awakenings. One of these had me get up for a snack, and another involved my sister requesting that I take her daughter to a doctor.

      Later in this cycle, I float around the room for a few seconds, until I was tugged back on the mattress. After that, just as I rolled off into the Void, I saw vivid gameplay footage of Street Fighter Alpha 2 presented before me, this depicting a simultaneous 2v2 battle between Ken, Charlie, and other unidentified characters. I hijacked the game by pretending to use an arcade stick, but I lacked the dexterity to do much. Regardless, I quickly lost interest, as I did such things just yesterday.

      Once I was less fatigued, I called out to my guide, E, various times. I heard her voice almost instantly, though with bad "reception". Took a minute for her to have more presence, heard clearly but still unseen. I requested her assistance in getting me anywhere else, and also to maybe get some tasks done. In lieu of that, she chortled and babbled loudly, as if to purposefully ignore me. Worse yet, she played mischief, doing things like tossing me around, painfully locking my limbs, and gnawing on my sides in a most uncomfortable manner. How annoying. Still, I called for her after another brief awakening, and again asked for help. This time, she rolls us both off the mattress and to the Void.

      Warp.

      Scene 2 - Descent, Discipline, and Disorder
      The visuals were dim and a bit blurred. I was falling down into a vast chasm along with E. By that point, she'd manifested in her giant naga form. This time, she appeared thinner, had only two arms, and had her hair styled in a pageboy cut. I quickly seated myself on her head and held on. Jagged stalagmites awaited us below, so I slowed our descent at the last second for a safe landing. Exhaustion caused my perspective to wig out a bit for a moment. Anyway, we didn't get too far when my guide alerted me to danger, pointing to the silhouettes of small, monstrous figures creeping ahead. She implied that I not stick around as she dealt with those things. I heeded her words, and jumped far away from the action.

      After scouting around, I found an opening leading above. I climbed up to find a "highschool" classroom, of all things. "Highschool" in quotation, given the "students" seemed as TV actors playing the part. The teacher, a middle aged African descended woman, had trouble getting the class' attention. Such disrespect didn't sit well with me. Once I had enough, I bashed the loudest, rudest guy in the room (some blonde twenty-something year old), and continued assaulting those that were even remotely disruptive. Rioting ensues. Noticed music in the background, some old unknown country tune sounding from a record player. I timed my attacks to its rhythm, including a groin punch to that first victim, followed by a knee-breaking elbow to someone trying to flank me.

      Minutes later, I inexplicably transformed into King Piccolo from Dragon Ball. I conjured a flag and pole in hand, then, acting in character, I claimed the structure, along with the souls of any who died (as improbable as that was). I then unwittingly turned back to myself just as quickly.

      The brawl had all but quieted down by that point. Heard Moonlight Bay was playing. I was about to sing the last verse in celebration, when some random people, my brother Jonathan included, randomly showed up to join me in chorus. My brother was awfully critical of my vocals. So, I tried correcting it, only to receive more vitriol. What's more, he refused to identify what the problem was exactly. Was it tone? Timing? Give me a hint, man! And yet, when I then performed exactly as before, he found no obvious flaws...

      This fickle judgement made me too irritable to focus, and the dream ended.

      Updated 09-05-2017 at 03:47 AM by 89930

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment , lucid
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