non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP Feels like a post apocalyptic future. I am at a small village and we're attacked by people from another town. Everyone is slaughtered, except me. I manage to escape and hide in a creek. I get rescued by a couple people who tell me to come with them to the next city or the attackers will eventually find me, as they are coming this way. I accept the help. They take me to their home and then ask me to stay hidden. Someone knocks on their door and it's the bad guys. So this town is where they actually come from. They suspect some villagers might have come here looking for refuge and they are goingdoor to door asking their citizens to cooperate denouncing any case they are aware off. But my new friends are good people and actually rescue refugees. They tell me their plan to integrate me in their community without being noticed, but it will be a slow and risky process.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP It's a freezing weather and some type of post-apocalyptical secnario or post-catastrophe situation. I am with some people at some place that looks a cross between my mom's home and a public hospital. For saving energy and heat, I suggest we close down some rooms for good and keep open only the ones with stuff we need. Then we gather in a few interior rooms which are more insulated. Things get better later and some group is able to reach us. There are some famous faces among them. They are our contact with the exterior so I prepare a plan with some of my friends in which one of us goes with them when they go out again. My friends chose me to go, because they secretly conspire for me to hook up with a guy from the other froup, who is drop dead gorgeous and hot but he is clearly out of my league to even consider it. But I also secretly feel some hope once they mention it, so I go. Later on for some reason I do a prank to everyone on the group, by attacking them with cans of whipped cream in spray that I come across. They don't react so well, they look disgusted and humiliated but decide to ignore it. We still finish our mission and we eventually come back to get all the others. Some surreal dream on a ship I can't recall. Then it is night and from the deck of the ship I see some dock below and a woman running away from a slender dark figure. I go down there and ask someone if they saw the woman being chased. I am told that a slender man has been terrorizing people, especially women, in the area. So I keep looking around trying to find them. I never see the woman again but Slender Man appears. First I freak out, but then I tell him he just met the one who will take him down. He laughs at me and for a second I doubt myself, but I am mildly aware that I am in control, so I stay firm. He tries to grab me and I sink my hand into his thigh. He screams in agony. I tell him I can rip him apart and I cause him more and more pain, until he is contorting on the ground. He starts losing his scary demonic look and now just seems like a very tall thin man dressed in black with a tall black hat. I feel horny with power, so I order him to undress. Turns out his got a nice body and I decide to abuse him as a way to subjugate him. He looks so scared and confused. I mention to him that I am dreaming and I can do anything I want. I tell him I want to rape him, so to keep undressing. I manifest some kind of really long black dildo and I sodomize him while somehow also riding it. I actually have an orgams from it in the dream and in RL. So I think slender man will be out of business for some time 😂 On vacation in Belgium with mom and Riverstone. Somehow we are staying in an apartment full of our stuff and even my cats, so I am concerned about packing it all for the return travel coming in in a few days. But they want to go on a 3 day tour up north by the sea and I end up giving up on packing up. It's summer, sunny and the ocean is turquoise blue and gorgeous. But the towns are already putting up Xmas decorations.I find it so odd but it all looks so lovely, my mom gets very emotional.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP Part of a team planning something that implies invading someone's underwater bunker and living there for a year. But the plan fails, because the bunker is at a lake or near the shore and there is as a guy driving buy who spots us diving and he knows to whom this place belongs and what's down there under water. I think we should abort but the others decide to go anyway. Nothing happens for weeks. We get used to living there. It's more like an underwater complex, spacious and with multiple areas, even has a living room with a piano, very stylish. At some point we're running a full business from there and I interview 3 ladies for the secretary job. Someone even brings in a dog, Then there is one incident, when the two guys who take shifts guarding outside, get into a fight. While they are not watching, some hired killer comes in the complex to eliminate us. And somehow I know this but no one listens to me. There are escape pods and I consider going on one, but I decide to stay and locate and neutralize the enemy. I am at the Finances office, to clear up a doubt about my taxes, but the world looks a bit post-apocalyptic and the place looks chaotic. No one comes to help me, so I just barge in and look for employees in the lower level office rooms. I find a room with two workers behind desks covered in piles of paper and attending a 3rd person, so I wait on a bench in the corridor for a chance to talk to them. While there, the corridor behind me fills with debris, like the walls just collapsed. But the workers just keep doing their business as usual, as if nothing happened and eventually ask me what they can do to help me. We discuss income tax and they issue an invoice for the tax I have to pay, and then I leave. I meet my dad on my way out, and I tell him about my tax issues. But then he starts tickling me and playing with me like he used to when I was a child. But not in a good way. (And this is actually real, my father never abused me, but he did harass me a lot and disguised it as innocent play) Things escalate as he starts pulling my pants off. I get really mad at him and yell at him that that wasn't ok when I was a child and it is not ok now, and that he will face consequences, because I am an adult now. I call him an abuser and tell him that what he did, was never play, it was always sexual abuse/harassment and he seriously needs treatment for his mental problem. He goes speechless. He looks down on the ground, then grabs a sandwich, but can't even swallow it because his throat is so dry. Then he changes subject and asks me about some movie he saw or wants to see, that is directed by some director he knows and Robert Rodriguez and he wants to know if I know him. But I am jut too furious and do not get distracted by the change of subject.
It all started when I was visiting my older brother in this 6-story building. I was sleeping, but then things changed. I was bugging him from the bottom floor. For some reason he pointed a camera to the ceiling to show that he didn’t want to leave his room on the 6th floor. [New Scene] While at Best Buy, some lady asked me if I wanted $500. Obviously, I took it. [New Scene] I was on a small incline somewhere, being chased by these spheres of wood splinters(big ones). Later, I walked out a nearby building and tried to walk past all the sleeping spheres, but that was difficult when a large rock ball rolled down the stairs I was using. There was also a black cat. It turns out that around 50% of spheres were awakened by me and some other guy. As a result, The other guy got stabbed in the head by a huge wooden spike. It didn’t do anything but hurt and show up on the over-head map. [New Scene] I was back home, although it was destroyed. Dad was there, but he was leaving. When I asked him where he was going, He laughed and said that he wasn’t telling me(very uncharacteristic of him). Latter, I put a helmet on and barricaded the garage. I thought it was a good idea, but it turned out that some kid found it immediately and disappeared. (He found the metal panel that was loose). Next, I was right outside it when some teenagers showed up in a car, me knowing they were going to get something they needed from the sidewalk. So, I left and took off running unseen to the south. When I got to near the end of the road, I saw this group of houses that were barricaded and manned. One person pointed a gun at me and shouted “Freeze!” so I froze. They asked me what I wanted, which was to find my family. They told me to go back to my house to get supplies, to which I responded, “There’s nothing at my house.” Later, I left to the south east, and ended up in a building where the ground floor was a McDonalds. The elevator was incredibly slow. Finally I get to the ground floor, I go outside, and wake up.
Dream The setting was post-apocalyptic via zombies. I'm with Matt and Justin walking along a gravelly road. Nearby is a concrete block building that looks rundown, I think it was pretty difficult to get into but we managed. It was day time so the place was well-lit, the whol place was just grey concrete and the room was big with a high ceiling. I remember some random flashbacks to before there were zombies, it was about some guy would run up the walls (in my mind I knew that zombies had high strength and could do this pretty easily). I think there was another person who did this too.. It doesn't make much sense. But there was more to it, something about the guy being a necromancer and he was the one who started the apocalypse by creating zombies. The flashbacks were short, so continuing from before we were in the building. We heard noises from outside and a group of asians were heading towards the building. Damn, we have to hide. Fortunately there was a boxing ring in the room so me, matt and justin hid behind it. The asians entered and were talking, a few of them walked around the ring and some of them got in it. It felt like the dream glitched here, they could see me but my mind was like 'oh that shouldn't have happened. Just pretend they didn't see you and go under the boxing ring'.
Dream 1 - Shopping I remember being outside of the mall chilling out on a seat, I believe I had a bag of stuff I had bought. I noticed my ex girlfriend shopping in a Pagani shop for clothes. There's also a group of random girls (maybe late high school) that she gets annoyed about because she doesn't want to talk to them or something? They're outside and my ex has to wait until they go before it's safe to leave. Mean while she continues to change clothes while I just chill, every time I look back at her I see that she's wearing something new. Short shorts (hot damn), jeans, etc. The group of girls walks into the Pagani shop too now, my ex looks through the window and sees them entering and looks at me showing how frustrated she is with the girls. I decide I'll go walk in and say hi properly. Dream 2 - Shannara I remember that I'm in the world where the Shannara chronicles take place. I watched the first episode of the tv series yesterday and it seemed to effect my dreams . In the post-apocalyptic scenario I was traveling with Allanon, the princess, the rover and maybe the half-elf Will. Something happens between the characters, there's another group where I think Allanon had travelled with the leader for a time. One of the leaders underlings got upset when someone passed away and blamed it on Allanon. The place we were in at the time was this huge abandoned underground base that was built to protect people from nuclear attacks. One of the characters showed the blue elfstones to another character, who acted stunned and said 'I need some fresh air'. Only, that person then secretly took the elfstones and left.. The underling who blamed Allanon at this point had a hissy fit and set a nuke to rain down on us. Alarms start ringing and the doors to the base close up. There's a certain "Oh no! That person is still outside!" (the person with the elfstones). Allanon looks up at the closing doors, he's flabbergasted.. The idea that so much life will be destroyed saddens him. I also remember a 'space-view' of the weapon launching the nuke, it had these huge hangar doors much like the ones we were being protected by in the base. We're all wondering what to do now that we've noticed the person stole the elfstones. Apparently the rover girl switched them by covering the real stones in black soot and handing the girl 3 other stones. This part confuses me as I was pretty sure it'd be hard to make any pebble resemble an elfstone :/. I don't catch on that it's a dream though.
There was an invasion of aliens. Structures destroyed. I was looking at a post-apocalyptic world. The color theme is not dark; it's sunny, with lots of vegetation and ruined buildings. I traveled to an area with lots of ruins and some people and dinosaurs/animals. There were even apes. One in particular has developed human-like intelligence, and he keeps it to himself. I dropped a nail cutter, and he found it. He knows what it is. I was thinking I should get it before other apes see it and develop intelligence, but he gave it back to me. I then asked him if he doesn't want the others to become like him. It seems the ape likes his position over the other apes. I was in a small village where some humans gathered. There were two children who has not gone out of the village because they weren't permitted. Only adults can go out because of the danger outside. Still, I led them out and asked them about the plants around them. One said he called one shrub/tree an "apat" (four in our language), and he went on to point out other plants, but he hasn't seen most of them. The mother came rushing in to bring them back. Then there's a falling debris/alien object. I punched it away. The parent realizes that she can't keep her children safe forever. Not in this world at least. ---- Notes: - I saw a trailer for an alien invasion movie before sleeping.
I'm not sure about the chronological order of this dream. It's a post-apocalyptic setting again, but this time the apocalypse happened very recently; we still don't know how bad it is, and what exactly has changed. I'm walking through a facility set in a warehouse with a man in a lab coat; there's a lot of people running around with files and tablets, making impromptu meeting and talking. It's badly lit, and I feel like I'm underground, even thought I can see a boat on the otherside of the warehouse, ad the light boncing of the waves painting pattern on the ceiling. I overhear a man talking about going to live at sea, on oil-extracting platform. I point out to the man walking with me that thoses platform are limited in space and food, so that's not a viable move. He leads me to a computer and we can see the number of people killed, separated in profession in a kind of spreadsheet. He points the physicians to me, telling that one in forty got killed. The number of killed physicians is two hundreds, and the cell color is orange. I'm outside now, with a middle aged woman, in an alley between two buildings. It's a very sunny day, the shadows on the orange walls are razor sharp, an the metallic mesh closing one end of the alley is glittering. There's also a grey plastic table against the wall to my left, with a box on it. A man with sunglasses pick something up in the box and put it in his mouth. I sprint to him and kiss him, stealing the thing in the process. It's slightly sweet and chewy, like gum. Now that I'm close I recognize David, and he take another gum; it's small, white and tubular shaped, like a rubber from the end of a mechanical pencil. We're back inside the warehouse, with the man and David, and we learn that we have to ask for help to some people. I know that they aren't normal human, and I pick a photograph of one of them, telling the crowd that I know him, that I call him Raphael. One of the people ask him how much I know him, and I answer that he likes me in white. We decide that me and David will go looking for him. We're on a road, in a middle of a forest; I check a map, it seem that we are in Europe, somewhere between Germany and Russia. The sun is high in the sky, but the air is pretty chilly. David got a jeans, hicking boots and a warm coat, but I'm in a white, flowy dress. It cover my arms and go down to the floor, but it's made of a light material, in lots of layers. We've been walking for a long time and I complain that we're running out of road. We finally reach a big building, well integrated into the forest, with big glass walls and dark woods. The door has a steel inlay, and I walk in with David. Inside the floor is carpeted, the wall painted white and with the same dark wood panneling. It has the slightly cushy warm of central heat. I go to the admission desk, letting David sit in one of the armchair overlooking the road. The receptionnist is a small, blond-haired woman with a tight ponytail that brush her neck. She listens to me and talks into her headset before gesturing me to go to the armchair. I give her a smile and turn around, but before I can move Raphael enter the room. He's a towering, willowy man, crowned with golden curls. He's wearing a long-sleeved light blue t-shirt over a jean and his fingers are stained with paint. He notices me and pulls me off the floor into a bearhug, and I get a good look of his freckled, charming face and light green eyes. Later, I'm walking into the nearby city with David, the warm of the sun nicely contrasting with the chillness of the air. We're on a very pretty, pedestrian street made of sandstone. David makes me laugh, and I can see from the corner of my eye Raphael, walking with a small group of friends ahead of us turning around and looking for me. David whispers to me that Raphael agree to help because he's infatued with me. I laugh at the idea, but Raphael big smile when he hears my laugh seem telling. Yeah, Eli does find that there's an awful lot of people loving me recently
Updated 01-06-2016 at 04:43 PM by 88858
This was the last dream of the morning, and it seems to demonstrate the process of waking up, as the self-awareness and memories of my dream-self gradually align closer and closer with those of waking life. Am I a human or a fox? It is unclear at first. I find an overturned clay pot on the walkway next to a building. It is full of writhing earthworms, and I eat a number of them, enjoying the slick chewy texture. Approvingly I think, "From the foxes' perspective, stocks aren't really working out. What they want is more protein, more easily accessible." By "stocks" I mean the stock market, which I think must have crashed, and I have the impression that the world is in some post-apocalyptic state. I am on the grounds of a museum in Northern California, one with a park-like campus. I move across the lawn and encounter an enormous earthworm sliding out from under a bush. It is already several feet long, and I guess that this is only a quarter of its length. In diameter it is as thick as my arm. At this point my body is clearly human, and my thoughts are getting closer to those of my waking mind. It surprises me to see a worm so large. I feel like I've seen ones this big in other countries, but never here. Still, I remember seeing those big banana slugs in the Bay Area, so maybe giant earthworms are part of the same ecosystem. Probably I never saw one before because they're usually underground. Why is this one on the surface? I tear off a few inches of meat from the front end of the worm and nibble on it. It is much coarser in texture than the regular-sized worms I was just enjoying, and I find it unpalatable. I wonder if cooking would improve it or make it even worse, softer and mealier. I throw the uneaten portion to the ground, regretting that I took more than I'm able to consume. I should have started with a smaller sample. Poor worm. I look at it, and it is still crawling along as though nothing happened. I reassure myself that it will probably be fine; the missing section might even grow back. I start to wonder if it is safe to eat raw worm. I always thought it was, and the couple I swallowed whole in the past had no ill-effects, but this one was enormous. It was sobering to learn that raw snails can harbor fatal parasites. Given that worms just eat rot and fungi, might they contain bad bacteria? After all, now that I've seen where they live... I think about my worm compost bins. I probably should look into this before eating any more.
In this dream I live in a big two-story house with a decent amount of land; I believe it is quite a few acres. The land is full of big oak trees, pine trees, and grassy areas. There is this other two-story house probably 300 to 500 feet away from our main house. We own it as well, but it is abandoned. The front door is missing, and the minimal number of windows makes it look dark and creepy. The building has not been decorated. The walls are plain, or at least they were plain concrete-colored walls until some kids spray painted nearly every part of it. The paint wasn't art, as it mainly consisted of tags and other creepy phrases. Glass is shattered throughout the building, and many concrete blocks have been destroyed. My friend, "Prez", is notorious for going there. He spends his time there with friends but he doesn't paint the place. I was looking at the building from my house, and my parents approached me. "I don't want you to hang out with him" They said. "He goes to the building." It feels like it's just another spot teenagers go to do teenager things and like we don't own it. Even though it's so close to my house, I've never been there. Even though it's so close to my house, so many kids hang out there, and so many illegal activities have been committed. I disregard my parents statements and hang out with Prez anyway. We are in the building and I take note of all the details of the place. The big ball-room like structure and all the glass shattered all over the place. I noticed columns holding the building have collapsed as well. We are in the eastern part of the building. It feels like this place is haunted. After a while my parents arrive. They aren't happy I'm here. Meanwhile, as this is happening, I didn't notice it at the time, but the dreamscape changed. It was like I was in one of those 3D Modeling computer programs. That's the best I can explain it. The building was still there but it seemed like I was on a grid that was already designed but the background was all black. Anyway, my parents are here now and they are tired of kids coming here. They started coming up with ideas on how to stop this. The idea that they seemed to like the most was to make the place look less creepy. We painted the walls white, and painted cartoon suns on the walls too. Teenagers can't get the thrill of being in a so called "haunted" building when it's a lot brighter and there are cartoon pictures painted on the walls. Even though it was ours, they still wanted to avoid being seen by cops. We did this stealthily.
A flood warning in Boston - they expect the buildings around the harbor to be under three feet of water. Evacuation is recommended. Post-apocalyptic setting, there's a human doctor taking care of a human-looking robot going by the code name Rabbit. It has black stitches in a ring around its throat. It put them there itself - they're decorative. Late 19th century England, two immortals dressed all in white are talking. "Just defend (this place)." "Domi, this is a terrible plan."
Updated 09-22-2014 at 09:34 PM by 64691
Two parts to this dream. In the first part there is something to do with mini go-karts or remote controlled cars in a forest. Also a four room building where people rotate through the rooms or something. Second part takes place in a city that's been destroyed, but I do not know by what. People are scrambling for supplies to survive. There is one train that runs through the center of town. I don't know where it goes but it frequently hits people crossing the tracks or people commit suicide by standing in front of it. I don't know where the terminal is because it never stops, even when it hits someone. The buildings are mostly destroyed or empty and many people have gathered together in groups for survival, often attacking other groups to steal their supplies. I am on my own and every day I am afraid of being attacked or killed. One day two men armed with electric drills try to attack me but I am able to disarm them and get away. I run into a large building and find a doctor (A Middle Eastern man with white hair and a white goatee) there who is helping anyone he can and has a small shop where he lets people underpay for many things. Most of the food however is gone. His volunteers find crates of Kraft Dinner and Mr. Noodle Ramen and I trade a small green pencil and the promise of being a volunteer later for one of each. I have to argue with a Chinese looking lady at first, who I think is the doctor's whife, who wants to give me a small fist size ball of rice for the small amount of money I have, because she doesn't want to give me the boxes of food. I set out from that place with my food hidden inside a garbage bag and forget my shoes and have to go back for them. It is dark and I don't know how I am going to get home in the dark and alone without being robbed or killed. Dream ends after I leave the doctor's store and head out into the darkness of the destroyed city.
I'm in a store that sells various forms of blades, among other things, and my attention's caught by an iron mask with a strangely curved dagger set into it, removable. (After I woke up I realized the dagger's shape was inspired by F/SN.) The mask's face seems very narrow, but I believe that the mask's features will fit themselves to the wearer. The eyes are particularly narrow and I don't see any holes to look out of. There's a long and narrow stylized beard that reminds me of ancient Egyptian art, which would cover the wearer's neck, and the mouth is designed to look as if it's been sewn shut. I like it. I'm distracted by the sound of more people arriving outside. There's a brief confrontation but they dismiss me and the people I'm with as not threatening, which irritates me. There's some debate over whether this post-apocalyptic, breakdown-of-society situation we're in will last, or whether things will return to normal in a few days. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) There are three astronauts who've said or done something that their bosses wouldn't approve of, and they've ceased broadcasting in a way that implies they're dead or soon will be. But when I talk to someone who wasn't watching their broadcast live, I find she's got a different impression of events, she believes everything's fine, and some reasonable-sounding excuse has been given for why the astronauts are no longer broadcasting. Their previous broadcast has been censored or changed. I'm playing a piano, using sheet music for a jazz tune I'd never heard before. The sun's going down, and the light gradually darkens until I can't make out the sheet music in front of me.
Updated 02-05-2014 at 01:26 AM by 64691
Just a name: Sven Odinson. I've got some government job in which I'm part of a team of people in suits protecting someone, and we're currently in a hospital, when I pass a room where a team of people in red uniforms, EMTs maybe, are preparing for something. Something about them catches my attention as odd, and I mention to a coworker the possibility of a disguised threat. She agrees with me. Something about political opposition to dances in cathedrals by night. A zombie apocalypse setting, in which someone was approaching the house I was holed up in and we nearly shot each other, wrongly assuming each other to be zombies. She tries to convince me to come with her to some camp and I agree only because I'm fairly confident about being able to escape her along the way if it seems necessary, whereas if I start a confrontation with her here and now I'm fairly confident she'll shoot me. She's traveling with someone who joins her then and gives me a checkup, and she takes a very long time to find my pulse. When she finally says "Found it," I say, "Look at that, I have a heart. That's one for the books." A little girl saying "(something) to read hearts, death to solve the mystery." A choice between two different goals, reminding us to match the approach to the goal. This is a girl who I and the people I'm traveling with met a long time ago, and at the time she just seemed like a tragic figure, sole survivor of some massacre in which she watched the deaths of everyone else in her castle and the surrounding village. When I'm thinking about this, I see a memory of one of the people I'm traveling with standing in a pool of water with her, up to his neck in the blood and gore surrounding this girl. The journey we're on somehow involves the spirit of a certain place - either we're searching for it or it's opposing us or something - and we met this girl fairly early in that journey, but now that we've met her again, we realize she's more than she seems; the tragic figure we met originally was at least partially an act, and I strongly suspect she is that spirit. Now she's saying, "Sure you shouldn't just make perception your goal?" That's following on the death-to-solve-the-mystery thing she said just before. One of the guys I'm traveling with says, "Sorry, our goal is to take the cat out of the box." A Schrodinger's Cat metaphor; we don't want to just find the answers for ourselves, we want to eliminate the mystery completely.
10.12.2013Killing People With Bookshelfs (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Yeah, this dream clearly didn't have a script. It's like David Cage's Beyond Two Souls meets Apophenia's desire for self-fulfilling prophecies from unrelated occurrences to create some Stand Alone complex. Even that attempt for analogies didn't make sense. My perspective for this dream was mostly looking as an over watcher of events while being able to pick and choose how certain occurrences would be implemented to cause a chain of events. I was lucid throughout the part with the killing people with bookshelf, but after that, I'm not too sure. I believe I had to make sure a character I'm focused to was led to safety. They had to encounter several dream characters that looked like Black Ops, soldiers, and other military and espionage related themes. Instead of having to get the character to shoot the people, I decided to be tactful with the environment. It seemed that while the soldiers that were facing off random gun firing from the opposite side, they were completely oblivious to how the objects around them could easily injure them or even kill them. There were probably some explosive barrels, but I decided to just move the bookshelf that seems to be conveniently the same length of the 4-5 dream characters lined up right in front of it. So the bookshelf falls down and they die or pass out, and I proceed to move to the next area where I would have to do a similar activity. Other than that, I can't recall what happened at this point. _________________________ 10.12.2013I'm Black Cat Walking Through a Post-Apocalyptic/War Environment (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I seem to have taken the form of Black Cat from the Spiderman franchise. Spoiler for black cat: WHY DIDN'T I GROPE EXCESSIVELY OF MY NEWLY ACQUIRED BREASTS AND REAR IS THE MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION. This dream was weird in its plot, though actually having a dream where the dreamer would prefer finding the script than following it isn't really too surprising. And finding an actual starting point is difficult since it may end up in back tracking to another dream shifts. So I'll just recall moments where I was lucid. I'm strutting my stuff like nobody's business in my tight-latex-wearing female embodying existence. The outfit texture resembles the one the Bayonetta chick wears: Spoiler for bayonettaaa: I had a cluster of emotions during this role as a female. I felt confidence and ready to pounce on anyone. I mostly felt sensations around my back that were tingling so much that I was wondering if my knees would become weak from this really overwhelming surge of sexual and euphoric feelings. Since I'm a female, I took the initiative to find some random male dream character and prepared my right hand for a brutal smack in the ass. Then I continue walking without showing a sign of wanting to see the dream character's response, and now there seems to actually be a script that I ended up following for this dream. The dream shifts to where I'm starting to become more aware of the sensations of my back, almost as if my back had some kind of multi-range rape contingency and prevention system or something. I'm walking through some areas that seemed to have been demolished either through construction work, or some post-war & post-apocalyptic setting to it. The overall color scheme for this environment consisted of very milky cool colors along with the dominant being light gray. I made this deduction seeing how the walls and the flooring had some kind of light pasty gray color to them. I could see the massive accumulation of crumbles from the buildings in a few areas along with the twisted and stripped metal bindings that sustained the building's composition. The area I was active in by this point seemed to have been me trying to escort a man to safety. At this point, I feel like I wasn't Black Cat anymore, and was shifting in and out with my dream self and her body as well. Eventually I started to look at her, and was wondering if I'm the guy she's escorting to safety. I noticed that I started to get a bit anxious and cautious of any scenario where I had to watch my back. I think the Black Cat entity that I took a full embodiment possession of wanted to give me assurance that I wouldn't have to worry about anything. Other than a few dream characters that came out of nowhere which I had to kill with a silenced gun I believe, there wasn't a lot going on for this dream after that. Too bad this isn't a dream where I had good control of my movements in first person perspective, it was more of just being aware of movements in third person and spectator view. _________________________ 10.12.2013Ice Sword and Water Sword Combo (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID All I recall for this dream is seeing a dream character that resembles Haru Glory from Rave Master holding a sword. Apparently the sword is called an "Ice Sword" based on the information that shows up as a HUD next to the character that's shown in 2d. Apparently the Ice Sword transforms when you have the Water Sword or something in a certain state to gradually build up into something that I can't remember. The dream setting was night time, and had a dark blue overlay atmospheric vibe to it.
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