obfusc8

22/4/2017 5.45-7
The dream starts as a murder mystery event in a funfair. Several people have gone missing. There is an investigation. I am trying to talk to people to find out what happened, but they keep trying to get me to take part in various fun fair games. One game involves playing cricket, but instead of stumps there is a post with nails on it. The idea is to bowl the ball so it sticks on the nails.

The DCs keep handing me all these tennis balls, more than I can hold. They want me to bowl. Their insistence starts to annoy. Look, people are missing. They might be dead or dying. This is serious, dammit!

The other investigators are about to leave to check another part of the fun fair for clues as to where the missing people might have gone. One of the DCs who wants to play the tennis-ball-cricket game is an enormous guy in a pair of dungarees. Looks like Nick Frost's character from Into the Badlands. Finally losing my temper I dump all the balls onto him (most fall on the floor) and leave, running across a field to catch up with the other investigators.

Beyond the field is a tunnel with ladders and pit traps to climb through. I become lucid and start trying to move faster through the obstacles. Despite moving at sonic-esque speeds, I can't break out of the loop of ladders, gaps and slides. I stop and consider teleporting, wondering where to go, but wake instead.

23/4/2017 5- 7am
I am on a dinosaur-killing rampage. There are dinosaurs all over my house - upstairs, in the rooms, on the landing. They aren't even scary dinosaurs, these are the cute depictions that you might see on stuff for young kids. A group of the dinosaurs are four-legged with large wide necks and tiny heads, like a really simplified brachiosaurus. Anyway, I am stabbing them mercilessly with a metal spear. Kill the dinosaurs. Kill them all.

Then I get up to a level of the house which doesn't exist in RL. There are tiny little baby dinosaurs here. So my rampage ends. Yeah I probably just massacred their parents, but something stops me short of murdering babies.

Back downstairs there are people sitting and watching the TV. The dinosaur corpses are all gone. The DCs that are watching TV make a joke that supposedly relates to a recent massacre of civilians in a war zone. No one laughs. "Too soon?" The guy says. Yeah. No one is laughing. We sit and watch TV for a bit.

Eventually it is time to leave. I head out on my motorbike. After riding around a bit I become lucid, due to trying to turn right but being unable to turn my head to check the way is clear. Despite the revelation of it being a dream, everything is too life-like. The bike is behaving right, responding as expected. The scenery is nice, a little country lane, and I'm zipping along quite happily. Glancing down the motorbike is free from any typical dream weirdness - the bars are normal, the mirrors. The noise and feeling of the wind passing by. Is this really a dream? I start to doubt it.

In fact, the realism of it all brings on a feeling of panic. What if it isn't a dream? How can I do a reality check without potentially endangering my life? Caution wins out and I slow the bike down, then wake up moments later.

7- 7.50am
School/Work crossover - in a classroom but all the other students are current RL co-workers. The mouse mats have been replaced with new ones. There are two on the desk in front of me. I try to offer the spare but no-one else needs one. NJ walks up to my desk with a zip-loc bag containing several sticks of (typically English) pink seaside rock. Apparently half of it is mine, but I am not really a fan and suggest she should have all of it.

After speaking to my manager about a problem with a report I spot a bed in the office. Bit weird, but whatever. I lie down and fall into a different dream. A beautiful dark skinned lady approaches me. I am lucid, recalling the action of falling asleep. She doesn't speak, just runs her hands through my short hair and starts to kiss me. The scenario escalates. We ahve sex. It's very sensual.

24/4/2017
~NSFW lucid