Mzzkc's Mind Games

Deal's a deal.

New color, to boot.

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6.4.2012

Enter: Unknown (????)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM LUCIDISH DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

After some hypnosis shenanigans, I fly off to a dangerous area off-campus, one guarded and maintained by ancient spirits of the past--and predictably end up needing to defend myself; as I'm failing to cut through some obstacles with a Katana I manifested, a woman appears and and teases me about it, making me rethink my approach and attack the problem differently and much more successfully.

7.4.2012

Holding Back (????)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM LUCIDISH DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

After a town-wide Nerf war, my GF and I find ourselves traveling through a temple in a strange society filled with warrior-like scholars who challenge us each to a sparring match; my GF handles herself well against one of the school's intermediate disciples, but when I ask to face their best fighter--the head-teacher's second in command--I'm forced to hold back everything to avoid killing him, which makes him feel insulted.

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??.??.2011

Subtle (DILD)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

As I lounge in the cool waters of a private pool, eyes closed, I hear a familiar voice echo through the dark: ”Don’t freak out, but that’s a shark you’re resting your head on,” she spoke calmly, allowing me to recognize a dream sign as my head rest transformed into a twelve-foot long, brown tiger shark; she offered her hand, and I took it, pulling myself over the shark and out of the pool altogether, ready for whatever she had in store for me.

??.11.2011

New Terms (WILD)

★★★★★

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

New deal: you continue to protect her, but she gets to go wherever she likes and do whatever she likes. In addition, I’m no longer subservient to you or anybody else, and in return I’ll try my best not to kill you.

Waking up, in my bed at home, though I know I’m actually on campus. I hear music playing outside. People laughing.

As I get up, I see her at the foot of the bed, simple, flowing, white dress, knowing eyes, and beautifully styled, brown, shoulder length hair.

“Mae?” I ask, just to be sure.

“Of course. Come one, let’s go downstairs.”

I extend my hand, and she takes it, giving me an anchor to the dream, as we walk down the stairs, out to the deck, into the cool night air. The hearty laughter of my father reaches me, and I know I’m entertaining guests.

I stop when I sense it. Something isn’t right.

Mae continues onwards.

“There’s some people here tonight.”

“Who?” I ask, suspicously.

“You’re mother, you’re father, and. . . Hades.” she states it in a hushed tone, as if knowing the distress it would bring me.

But instead, I grow cold, determined, as I move down, to the lower deck, previously obscured from view by a white, decorated, awning. The hot-tub gone, a long circle of comfortable chairs has replaced it. Mae takes a seat near the god himself, whose blue flaming hair and cartoonish appearance I can’t help smirking at. There are two open chairs, one between Mae and that slime-bag, the other next to my father.

“Ahh, good to see you. Please come have a seat.”

Grinning, he motions to the chair next to him. I take a seat next to my father, and make myself comfortable. The grin fades from his face, and the conversation starts to pick up again. I teleport to the chair next to Hades, making the point that I’m very much in control of the situation.

“Why are you here?” I demand.

“To make sure you understand the terms of our new agreement.”

“What? I thought part of that was everything goes back to the way it was and I never have to deal with you again.”

“No. . . That’s not the case. See, I’m here to remind you that we can still work with one another.”

I see a few cats in the yard.

“How’s Kaomea?” I ask casually.

He goes silent, as I effortlessly summon death and wipe one of the cats from existence. I turn my attention back to him.

“I take it these aren’t real?”

“What?” he looks at me like I’m crazy, then realizes I’m talking about the cat, “Yours is the only realm that names those things.”

“So, no, then?”

“What do you think?”

“I wonder what would happen if I did that to you.”

The dreams starts to waver, and I reach my hand out, placing it over the god’s head, using his blue flaming hair to anchor me in the dream, letting him know exactly where he stands.

He, and all his lackiess, stand up and start moving back into the house.

“I think we’ll be going now,” he states, trying to retain his composure.

The dream is still falling around me; the only one left on the deck besides myself is Mae. She approaches me, when I see someone watching us from the neighbor’s deck, about one-hundred yards away.

“Who’s that?” I ask Mae, pointing in the direction of the newcomer.

“Her? I’m not sure.”

I teleport up to her and Mae is quick to follow.

“Who are you?”

She straightens her posture, “Me? Just a princess.”

“Pfft, yeah, alright. Now, get the hell out of here.”

“Is there a problem?” She asks snottily.

Mae interjects, “You. You’re the problem, and I’m tired of your kind oppressing people like him!”

It looks like the two are about to rip each other apart, so I step in, “Woah, Mae. As much as I’d like to see how you fight, this is my problem, I’ll deal with it.”

“Fine. . .” Mae moves backward.

The dream shifts, as the fight ensues. I find myself inexplicably in front of a monitor, the self-proclaimed princess on the other side. Odd, but I don’t care.

Drawing a blade from my side, I immediately know how useless it will be, so I hurl at her, looking down, finding my true sword just at my feet.

I draw it and see my foe, through the screen, transformed, grotesque, surrounded by purple energy tendrils in the form of snakes. She lashes one out at me, locking my weapon in place.

“Chidori.”

Unphased, I imbue my blade with screaming lightning and instantly cut her tendril.

Pointing my katana, I try something new, “Chidori Stream,” and jets of razor sharp lightning fire from the tip of my sword as I slash her in half. Then in quarters; then eighths.

Nearly dead now, in some sort of half-defeated limbo, I try something else on her. Striking with an open palm thrust, I exclaim “Hadoken!”

A burst of blue energy erupts from my palm, immediately exploding in a blast of smoke and blood, blowing her into oblivion.

The woman gone, the dream shifts back, and Mae is there, floating at my side. Unmoved by my display of power. . .

02.07.2010

Dragon Slayer (DILD)

★★★★★

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

They're probably going to die.

I watch the dragons slowly descend upon two neighbors from inside my doorway. Fearing for my own safety, I shut the red metal door and casually step away.

"Hurry up and get over here." My brother states from his fancy wooden seat at the dining room table.

"There's dragons out there, man."

"Don't worry about that." He brushes me off, as I take a seat next to him. Plopping down in my chair, he starts talking about something in his usual way, but I can't help thinking about that horde of dragons, the ones from the LD I just had a few moments ago before my. . .

DEILD attempt! Right! This is a dream! I realize excitedly. Taking a look at my brother, I wonder if it's Burmes. "Hey, Burke." He looks at me as if I've got three heads. "Sorry, Burnes--Burmes right?"

"No, not exactly." He states coldly.

"Well, whoever you are, you're pretty convincing. You had me fooled for sure." I stand up and head to the door. I figured I'd help out those people in the court. Those dragons did refer to me as prey, after all.

"Where are you going? Hey! Get back here!" My brother shouts at me.

"I'm alright, thanks." I respond kindly, opening the front door to reveal a dragon hanging off the awning over my porch. Leaping out the door, I grab onto its head just as it begins to launch itself toward the center of the court, where those two people still were. Utilizing Super Strength, I break its neck, sending it hurdling onto my car-less, sloped, concrete driveway where it slides down a bit before stopping, dead in its tracks. The rest of the dragons were quick to notice.

One, two, three, four, five, six. . . and probably more just around the corner. Better get started, then. Taking to the air, I pull out a bow from behind my back, and grab an arrow from much the same place. With a burst of will, I light the tip of my arrow ablaze, draw my bow, and aim it at the heart of the nearest dragon, 50 meters away.

FWANG!

My shot is right on target, hitting its mark in the exact center of the dragon's chest. Stunned, the dragon looks down at the arrow protruding form its deep red and orange scaled body. It stumbles forward, but doesn't go all the way down. That's cause enough for me to switch to my Barret .50 Cal. Sniper Rifle. I take a quick shot without scoping, but it goes rather wide. Resigning myself to obscuring my vision for a short while, I peer through the scope, line up the dragon's head in the cross-hairs, and let off a round, which creates a rather large hole in the thing's forehead. Before it can hit the ground, and after dealing with gun's recoil, I put another bullet through its skull for good measure. Yeah, there's no way it's getting up from that.

Off a ways from all this, I see and hear a dragon howl ominously into the afternoon sky. The narrator in my head explains that this particular dragon was upset because his last living brother had just been killed. I was also informed that the dead dragon in question was the one whose neck I had snapped moments ago. They probably shouldn't have started screwing with my dream, if they didn't want me to fight back.

Dropping the gun, I pull out a weapon from a more civilized age (No, not that, you silly Star Wars fan, you). My steel Katana glints luminously in the slowly failing sunlight. The mass of dragons--plus one enraged ex-brother--smoothly move in my direction. I too move forward, as one of them takes out a missile launcher. Oookay? I think as he fires it, sending a missile careening toward me. . . very very slowly, I might add. Watching the missile sputter out halfway and drop to the ground, isn't too surprising. However, I don't expect the resulting explosion to be as large as it is. If I had been any lower in altitude, this could have ended badly. I need to deal with this before things get even more out of hand, and if there's anything I've learned about efficiently dealing with large groups of enemies from my HvZ exploits, it's that you should always rush them before they rush you.

Shouting ferociously, I fly at high speeds toward a dragon to my left. Raising my sword high above my head I scream, "Getsuga Tenshou!" tearing at the air before me in a dramatic swipe. A blue cyclical wall of energy erupts from my blade and flies forward, hitting the dragon and creating a huge gash along its entire body. Feeling confident that would be enough to put that one out of the fight, I turn my attentions to the others around me, just in time to block a claw from removing my head. I back off from my attacker, and start to fly around him, being sure to make a note of the positions of the other dragons. Right then, that asshole with the missile launcher tries his luck at blowing me out of the sky again, but my next maneuver will put me well out of range of the blast.

Flash Stepping into striking range, I unleash a flurry of slashes on my attacker, before Flash Stepping to the other combatants and doing the same. I finish just in time to feel the shock-wave of the explosion behind me. Unfortunately, my strikes barely break through the dragons' skin, and I'm forced backward yet again in order to avoid being cleaved in half. I let off another Getsuga, but this one is deflect by. . . A dragon with two gigantic sabers? Fuck me.

I strafe aerially in a wide arc, carefully watching not only this new threat, but all those still in the fight. It's then I notice the second blade in my off hand. How'd that get there? I wonder for a moment before realizing how unimportant that information is. All I know is that now I should be able to take on that monstrosity slightly below me.

Changing my flight path, I dart diagonally toward the dragon with the giant twin blades. "Getsuga Tenshou!" I yell, but my blade fails to perform the technique. Ignoring my seeming lack of control, I engage her in direct combat. Yet, as it turns out, fighting with two swords is a lot harder than you'd think, even when acting on instinct. Despite my best efforts, each attack I make, no matter how complex, is subsequently parried and met by a counter. What's worse is some of my opponent's attacks actually manage to nick me a bit. What gets me is that here's this target five times my size, I can't even land a single blow, but she manages to make contact with my skin on several occasions!

"Come on!" she taunts me, "Is this the best you've got?!"

"No, actually." I state as coolly as I can in my agitation.

"Well, then bring it!"

Jumping backward, I warn her, "Remember, you asked for it." Then, throwing my arms out to the side, I proclaim, "Ban--kai!"

FWWOOOOM!

The energy deep within me bursts forth in a remarkable fashion, violently throwing about the air around me. My dual blades are now wider, more ornate in design, and encased entirely in glowing, bright, yellow energy. But that isn't the only new thing I have to show off. Moving toward her, my speed is so great that the world blurs around me and she herself seems to be stuck in time. I circle her, once, twice, three times, four times in less than a second, with each pass I cut into her with a volley of slices faster than even I can make out.

"I'm not quite done, yet." I comment with a grin as I slow down enough for her to register where I am. "Reverse Bankai. . . Resurrection!"

At that, my body is covered in white light as I immediately transform. I switch to the third person to get a good look at my new form. I'm completely shirtless, with smooth pale skin, flared white sleeves sporting two lavender and orange squares overlaid on top, and white bone-like gloves. My shorts are also pure white, and my feet and lower legs are fitted in a bone-like material as well; they too bear the colored squares. My medium length green and blue hair spikes out to the side, flowing subtly in the warm twilight air. A metal loop is affixed to my stomach, from which a thick silver chain is passed through. On the end of that chain is my new weapon: a pair of red marble nun-chucks with gold plated tips.

"But that's still not all I've got lined up." The dragon's eyes are visibly wider now as they continue struggling to follow my movements. Reaching my hand to my face, I rip down my Vizard mask. I feel a cold wave flow out from the center of my being; my desire to utterly destroy this creature rises as the numbing current overtakes me. Allowing myself to act on the impulse, I Flash Step in front of the target of these urges, bringing my weapon down hard across her head.

BOOOM!

The explosion from my strike sends overpowering vibrations throughout my neighborhood. Standing behind my opponent now, I slow down time for the both of us and explain to her why she's missing half her face and falling to the ground, while I'm completely unharmed.

"It seems every time this weapon makes an impact with something, it lets out a fairly powerful blast. I'd say the actual force is around ten times as strong as what those missiles your friend was shooting could produce. Luckily for me, this new form has a built in perk that protects me from attacks below a certain level. Unfortunately for you, its limit is high enough to let me use something that devastating as my main attack. I don't think you're body will be able to handle it like mine can. Let's find out, shall we?"

Resuming the flow of the battle, I move back in front of her and begin my assault--and what an assault it is. Every blow from my viciously spinning nun-chucks is coupled with an enormous explosion. Smoke, fire, and smoldering flesh flies around me as I continue my attack, each strike taking a good sized piece of her body with it. She drops her blades, but I'm not just going to let such massive weapons go to waste. Snatching them from the air, I use a bit of chain from my stomach to bind the sabers together, creating a pair of sword-chucks three times the size of my body. Expertly utilizing both weapons, it's only a short time before all that's left of the dragon is an unrecognizable husk of meat and bone.

My brother comes up to me, his mannerisms completely different from before. "Well, if that doesn't scare them off, I don't know what will."

Nodding to whom may have been Burmes, I turn to the rest of the dragons. Staring them down, shock splayed against their collective faces, I instruct them, "Run, while you still can."

The dream fades as I watch these beasts who once thought of me as prey vacate the area with a hurried purpose.

Alrighty. I remember a ton of fragments from last night, but no full dreams, and nothing very interesting. Loaf was in a couple. Also, all of them involved LDing in some way. No idea why I didn't get lucid.

BONUS ENTRY OF DOOM!

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Crash Course in Control (WILD)

★★★★★

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







I felt the transition.

I'm dreaming. I get out of bed and climb over my couch, toward my window. The sun pelted through my blinds as the green leaves of the trees outside swayed gently back and forth. I pressed myself against the window, ignoring the blinds, they mean nothing. As expected, the glass starts to give way to my pressure, conforming to the shape of my skin, like a cool sleek putty.

In a mere moment I'm outside, hovering above my backyard. I glide over the trees, simply enjoying my surroundings. There's a large clearing below me. Just like before they put all those town-houses in. In it, are people having a Nerf War. I drop down to join them, but I don't have a blaster. I inquire to a nearby DC, "Where's my Recon?"

he looks at me like I'm an idiot as he replies, "What are you talking about? It's right there." Sure, enough, on the grassy hill lay my Recon. I grab it from its resting place and join in the fray. A time lapse finishes things up rather quickly, but I'm content with the amount of action I got.

Heading toward a nearby house now, I decide to track down my DG. It's been awhile since we've met. I walk in the back and am greeted by a few random DCs and a good friend I know IRL. I approach him, and ask, "Hey, M, where's my Dream Guide?"

"She's downstairs with your parents."

"Thanks dude."

"No problem, man."

Trusting my friend, I locate the stairs. The house I'm in is more of a building than anything else. I make my way to where I believe she should be, but a guy with a nice shirt and slacks is blocking my way. I tell him, "Bring out my Dream Guide for me."

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Bull shit. Bring her out, now." He leaves for a second, a look of worry on his face. When he returns he has a random female DC in tow who is obviously not my DG. I'm getting pissed now. "I'm gonna say it one more time before I bring this entire building crashing down on your head. Bring. Me. My. Dream. Guide."

He scampers off, sensing my intent to follow through with the threat. Sure enough, he comes back with none other than my DG right behind him. She looks annoyed for some reason. She steps up to me and looks me in the eyes with her penetrating gaze. She demands of me only one thing: "What do you want?"

What happened next I simply cannot accurately explain. I began to speak: "I want to be strong. I want power. Unlimited power. I want the ability ro destroy universes upon a whim. The power of a god. . ." I couldn't stop myself from talking. Worse, I couldn't even control what I was saying. I poured all of my willpower into stopping my mouth from spurting out these words, but, again, I had no control. This went on for a good minute, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was, in a word, powerless.

I eventually finished talking. The gravity of what had just happened hadn't quite hit me yet, and it wouldn't for a long time afterwards. My DG had just taught me a lesson about how little power I actually had in the grand scheme of things, and had shown me how meaningless my previous quest for power and glory had been. At the time, though, I was still in shock. My DG, noticing I still didn't get it, gave me a look, shook her head,

And the dream ended.

4 LDs in an afternoon nap. Good stuff.

10.12.2009

Afternoon Nap (WILD)

★★☆☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went straight into a WILD where I had a lot of difficulty getting out of bed. I eventually managed to get mostly up, but I kept rubber-banding back to my sleeping position each time I got close. Had a couple FAs here, but it was all the same.

Woke up for realsies. DEILD time.

This was a weird experience because the music I had playing transitioned over into the dream, but the sound was slightly distorted. It was as if I were listening to it underwater. Regardless, I'm still trapped in my bed, but I try to summon my DG anyways. I manage to create a male DC that looks kinda like her, but at the same time, wasn't even close. The song is distracting me, so I force myself awake.

And turn off the music.

I lie back down to WILD and the fun begins almost right away.

When the vivid hallucinations start, I'm able to throw myself into them for a successful V-WILD. I end up in a snowy academic courtyard during a game of HvZ. I figure I'll go ahead and play along since I need to practice as a zombie. A group of us is after a single human. He throws a sock at me, and I'm only just able to redirect it with TK, my control not up to the standards I want it to be at. Then there's a weird fragment where I toss a guy over my head from a distance with TK.

I've lost lucidity by this point. And just go about the dream as per usual.

I wish I could recall the plot, but I didn't get a chance to recall it all as I awoke. I do know I regained lucidity sometime down the road, but I couldn't tell you where or what it involved.

Edit: I remember how I got lucid! I ended up in a large body of water somehow and realized I was dreaming. My mind turned to sharks attacking me and, sure enough, they did. I became frightened and woke myself up. I then had an FA in which I still knew I was dreaming. There was also a good sized shark biting down on my right forearm. I looked at it calmly as it chomped down on my arm. I remember thinking to myself how odd it was that something that looks and feels so real is all in my head. That's when I really woke up.

06.11.2009

The Search For Ice: Consultation (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

*non lucid about a perverted yeti and shooting it with a Barret .50 Cal. goes here*

*realization that I'm dreaming after worrying about opening and closing a door and having the yeti reappear goes here*

How vivid! Thus the apple juice has proven its worth, three nights in a row. Now, to the air! As I fly off my front porch and skim the grass, the girl from before rushes out, still angry at me for not trying to take out the yeti any sooner, keeping up with my speed. "Wonderful dream we're having." I comment, smiling widely. She smiles back, anger disappearing, and rushes ahead. Goodbye, character of my mind, I will never see you again.

Oh, what to do? I think to myself, rising slowly into the air. Oh, yes, I need to speak with my Dream Guide. This won't be too hard, I think. "When I turn around, my Dream Guide will be in the court below me." The sun shines off the sleek black roof before me. I can see the reflection of everything behind me, but I ignore it verily. TURN! Aha, what is that figure dressed in green lying on the asphalt so far below? Surely, it is my Dream Guide!

I fly toward the female, dropping to the ground as I get closer. I reach out my hand and pull her up. Oh, I'd recognize that face and this strange feeling of, what, connection(?), anywhere. But, alas, something is amiss. She is so young and petite. It is her face, her hair, her presence, but much younger than I've ever seen. We greet each other with a smile. And I go right into why I've called for her. "I have some questions for you, about Ice."

"I know, but first you have to do something for me."

"What is it?"

"Take me to Narnia Castle."

"Okay, let's go."

*change in tense and style because I'm getting lazy*

We head off. She runs ahead of me, taking my hand and pulling me along. My hands are dry, so I wet them and rub them together. She tries to take my hand again, but I don't want her to have to grab my wet hand, so I let the sleeves of my green Trench Coat fall past my hands.

I have no idea where we're going, or why she'd want to go to a place like that, whatever it may be. "Narnia Castle will be right up there when we pass those houses." I see buildings past the houses on the left street from my court. And straight ahead a strange could formation is being created at building level. "Or, if not, it'll form from those weird clouds right there."

We make it all the way to the end, but there's no obvious castle or building which we should enter. Suddenly a person calls out to us, pointing out the building behind them as the entrance to where we wanted to go. We head inside. She lets go of my hand and I start to feel myself slipping away. I can't hold onto the dream, and sure enough, I wake up.

Well, looks like I have some time to write this all down. De derp. All done, now to publish it. De derp. Great. I guess I'll check some email before the test. Oh, look my Dream Guide has replied to my journal. I am currently not noticing that I am in some kind of metro eatery style place or something and my DG is right outside the window. Instead I am having this conversation as I'm reading it. Hearing our voices as I go through. "What did that Castle thing have to do with Ice? Oh, you were trying to give me a clue? Is that where I should go to find him?" She gave me a look that, in retrospect, could be taken as either she didn't want to reveal something, but I was on the right track, or that what I was saying was just plain idiotic. I took it for the former. "So, he does hang out there a lot! Okay, so then he's just a DC!"

"No," she says. "he's a person, like me." I go silent. My Dream Guide has always been nothing more to me than an extension of myself, a way to reach and interact with my subconscious thoughts. I had never payed the connection I felt around her any mind. And at this time, I still wasn't. I felt awkward. Does she not know she's a DC?

"Well, look, some people are posting comments on my journal. I should attend to that."

And then I woke up for real.

Doesn't look like I'm sleeping tonight, again. . .

I'll post another bonus entry in a bit. I've got a lot of decent lucids I still remember.

BONUS ENTRY OF DOOM!

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Seizures (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







I'm playing an odd video game with my Ex-Girlfriend (By playing, I mean we are actually in the game). It's a Halo type game taking place of a Sandtrap-esque map. She's in a Wraith, and I'm in a turret up on the dunes. She's trying to take me out, and I'm trying to do the same with the rockets my turret shoot out. Noticing that I have to consciously control the speed and direction of the rockets, I realize that this is just a dream.

Getting off the turret, I head down, towards the main map. She's still firing at me. The Wraith's signature blue explosions erupt all around me. I tell her to stop, explaining that this is just a dream. She doesn't believe me and ends up hitting me directly with the blast. I stand firm, my invulnerability doing its job.

"What can I do to prove it to you?" I ask. She gets out of the Wraith, coming closer now.

"Give me a seizure," she states.

"Okaay?" For a moment, I wonder how I'm going to do this. The solution I come to involves flooding her brain with ridiculous amounts of flashes and colorful pictures. So, I go over to her and place my hand on the back of her head. I start flooding her mind with random images.

My DG, whom I did not recognize at the time, came out of nowhere as the setting changed around us, into a gymnasium of sorts. "Whatcha doin'?" my DG asked me. She took a look at my Ex's white rolled back eyes, convulsions, and nearly foaming mouth, and said "Ah, the proverbial Mind Fuck." I nod in confirmation.

By now, a crowd has gathered. I figure she's had enough seizing, so I take my hand off the back of her head. "See, told ya it was a dream."

She looks around before saying, "But, you didn't do anything."

"I gave you a seizure."

"No, you didn't." The crowd laughed, confirming my story.

And that's all I can accurately remember.

14.08.2009

Dream Guide Overload (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Had two lucids, but can only remember the one.

Back in High School, I'm ready for the next four years. Armed with the knowledge of how things will play out, I enter the building with the rest of my Freshman class. I see PTD, I say hello to him and explain how we'll be good friends by the end of Senior year, he thinks I'm a crazy person and wants to know how I know his name. He ends up just walking away. As I walk down toward the TC I see JTP right before the exit to the courtyard. I say hi, but she also has no idea who I am. Slightly discouraged, I walk out into the courtyard, taking the cut across to the main building. A quarter-way there, I realize how this doesn't make any sense and the only explanation would be that I am dreaming.

I don't even need to RC as I snap into lucidity. Everything is so vivid, I haven't had one of these in a long time. I shoot into the air as people start pouring out of the buildings, on their way to class. They see me hovering above the courtyard and stop. Remembering my goal, I call out to them and ask if anyone has seen my Dream Guide. No response. Okaaay, I think to myself. "I'm going to turn around and I expect her to be there when I look back," I state, as I attempt the technique.

It fails, which frustrates me a little, so I ask, "Is anyone out there my Dream Guide?" One girl raises her hand and shouts "I am!" She is shot down by a man who fervently yells "She's lying!" I am inclined to agree. "Fuck it, let's see if Shift is right," I say, giving in, "From this day on, you are all given the status of Dream Guide and everything that entails!" A triumphant cheer rings out from the crowds around me. The excitement among the DCs is palpable as one shouts out, among the cheering and applause, "You've figured it out! Woot!"

I drop back down to the ground, and walk over to the group that has congregated where I just came from. They've started playing some kind of Ice-Breaking game. Eventually, it's my turn, but I have no idea what's going on, so I just stare blankly as everyone looks at me. Play continues without my input. "God dammit!" I shout, "I forget what my goal was." I think for a minute, before remembering, "That's right, I was gonna ask my DG her name. . . Well, fuck. . ." I realize there's no way I can ask all these DCs their name. Oh, well.

I end up asking one of the DCs across from me what it was they were doing, and he tells me their listing off all the things they masturbate to and adds that his name is Ishmael. Another adds that his name is Ezekiel. I tell him I might have trouble remembering that, but I'll try my best. Their intelligence level, and presence, is on par with some of my other DCs, but it doesn't quite live up to what I was expecting after my experiences with my original DG.

Soon, I start to get lost in my thoughts, trying to remember some of the things I wanted to talk about, and wondering if the answers I get will be of any real quality. I start to wake up. Everything is fading fast. There's not much I can do except say goodbye to everyone.

I'm awake now, in bed, on campus. What's that smell, and why do I feel like this? I look over to see Carl is smoking next to me, but instead of getting a second hand high, I'm getting sick off of it. I start coughing, and feel like I'm going to vomit. I realize something is off here, but I can't quite place it. I do a nose RC, but it fails. I try again, but I get the same result. It looks like I'm really awake. I spend the rest of the FA trying to go back to sleep.

13.07.2009

Ka-Blammerz! (DILD)

★★★★★

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is a long one, so I'll cut out the unimportant bits.

We're on a bus heading out to a lodge somewhere. There are some douche bags on the bus, some antics ensue, not really that important. We're in Florida and heading through some of the sketchier parts. We've been on the bus for awhile, when the driver finally decides to pull over, stating he will not be going through that section of town. Instead, we're going to be walking around it since there's no other route. We get out and start making our way to a swampy area. A car pulls around and the Bus Driver hangs back. Turns out a drug deal or something is going down, and the bus driver gets killed. By now I'm in the swamp, but I can't move very quickly through the slush. On top of that, the people who just offed the bus driver are coming for us now. This triggers that handy dream reflex of mine and in an instant, I'm Flying away.

The best part is I gained lucidity doing it. Sweet, finally, a legit DILD. I stabilized for a moment, rubbing my hands, before deciding to get right on the Task of the Month. I had it all planned out, I was going to activate the Self Destruct power from CoH. I "clicked" on the power (this is really abstract and hard to explain) and started through the animations. The red 10, 9, 8, started counting down over my head. I crossed my arms and hunched over, there was no electricity shooting off my body like in the game animation, but when the countdown hit 0 I released. It was one of the weirdest and coolest sensations ever. I could feel the blast engulfing and vaporizing my pursuers and the classmates around me. I saw pixelated specks of red and puffs of orange as my body became nothingness. I was gone and so were many of the things around me. I floated like that for a moment, in that serene state, before reconstructing my body.

That part wasn't too tricky, it just involved realizing my physical body was in my bed, and emulating what I felt outside the dream. That destabilized it a bit though, and I had to stabilize again. After that, I went into the nearby house and interacted with a few DCs, my lucidity waning, but still there. Most of them were people from the bus I hadn't seen before. The house was filled with old nerf guns and this one guy had a mini uzi that shot needles. I told him to shoot me with it, he did, and I stopped the projectiles a la Neo. After a short time chatting with them, I figured I'd attempt to locate my DG. It had been awhile since I had talked with her, and our last conversation was very insightful. So I casually asked the group if anyone knew where she was.

Surprisingly, they told me she was just up ahead, and sure enough, she came out from the other room. This conversation proved to be almost as insightful as the last one. We talked about the nature of reality, death, and she told me about a few drugs I should look into. I hadn't remembered hearing about these drugs before, but some of them turned out to be real, which was odd. One was Pepp, a hangover relief thingy (I don't drink, so this was weird), and one was Melox, or Meloxicam, an anti-inflammatory. The other one was Persep or something like that, I couldn't find anything on that upon waking. I knew the dream was ending soon, because my stabilization techniques weren't working well. So I said my goodbyes, went over the drugs once more to memorize their names, and woke up.