Originally Posted by Twoshadows
Something about being at Disney World with Cierra and a group of other people.
Todd and I were living out some sort of real-world Grand Theft Auto. We had an island mansion as our HQ or something. I remember, at one point, being chased by the cops and their helicopters while having to swim across the water, toward the city. Everything looked realistic but was in third-person perspective and had a real video-gamish feel to it. I only remember a glimpse or two from this dream, though.
“Die Hard with Lucidity”
I popped some B6 and melatonin before bed and had what is probably the longest, single, lucid experience I’ve ever had.
Possible content influences: Just finished watching “Walking Tall” starring The Rock, which involved dirty cops – also just finished watching (coincidentally): “The Rock” starring Sean Connery and Nic Cage, which involved corrupt Marines – Also, my cousin was over here playing Grand Theft Auto on Friday (which spawned Friday’s dream) and I haven’t played my GTA in over a year, so it was fresh in my mind.
The first thing I remember, in this dream, is being on the top floor of a two-story apartment building, at night. I was outside, walking down the hall, and had just realized I was dreaming. I don’t even remember what it was that brought this to my attention. It was pretty-much just “Bam. Here I am. And I’m dreaming.”
I immediately forgot what it was I was doing, and decided to go explore for awhile, walking over to the staircase while looking down at my hands. They were very normal looking, except for waves of dark shadows flowing over them. Jumping off the top stair, I caught myself in the air and began to hover around the complex. Even though it was dark, I could tell that this definitely didn’t look like Cierra’s apartment complex, and looked more like the one I was staying in, in Georgia, like 13 years ago.
I found flying uncommonly easy, and just stayed a good 15-20ft above the ground, floating about. When I was flying toward another hallway, across a large section of grass, I noticed a little girl walking by herself. Since she was the first DC I saw, I hovered in a little closer and was about to speak to her. She looked up at me, looking exactly like the little girl that showed up at the end of my “Possessed House” dream (The one that I thought might have been an older version of Cierra), except that she was wearing a frilly, white and black dress, instead of a black hoodie. (I didn’t notice the resemblance though, until after I woke up) As I was approaching, her eyes suddenly flashed a bright orange. They weren’t really threatening, but just…bright orange. Knowing that I took B6 before bed, they deterred me enough to make me change directions and decide not to get involved, because I didn’t want this dream taking a turn for the worse.
I thought it might be a good idea to counter that potentially unpleasant experience with something a little more uhm…enjoyable, so I went flying around looking for chicks. With flying coming as easily as it was, I was feeling a lot of control in this dream. I flew from apartment to apartment (simply phasing through the walls). Eventually, I ended up flying back up to the second floor, floating over the railing and landing softly on the hallway. I noticed that there was a party going on, a few doors down from where I landed, and decided to check it out.
There were a bunch of people I didn’t know just hanging out at this apartment, a few of them wandering in and out, drinking. The door was wide open so I just stepped in, not really bothering to introduce myself. I started mingling with the crowd as if I knew them all and ended up talking to one of the girls – really cute chick. Sort of like Jessica Alba’s features with shoulder-length, curly, auburn hair. We slid off to one of the back rooms and got undressed (though I don’t remember undressing) I came up behind her and leaned her over a dresser. We went at it for a while, standing, and then I laid her on the bed and climbed over on top of her.
When we were finished, I was leaning over her, in push-up position, and my mind was starting to wander. I was thinking something about phasing through walls and ceilings, and how I’ve never tried phasing downward before. I told her something like “hang on. I wanna try something,” and then I held onto her and started making us sink down through the bed and the floor beneath it. (I’m guessing this was due to not really knowing what to expect but…) We sank away into an empty white void. I kept trying to think of something to fill the space with – some kind of new scene (even the apartment below us?) but nothing came into focus. Having considered this as proof of the phasing experiment being a failure, I focused on phasing upward instead. I jumped up as if I was jumping off of the ground and, before I knew it, I had phased up through the roof of the apartment complex and was now standing on top of it, looking out over the area.
The girl was gone and (to the best of my knowledge) I was fully clothed again. I know I took a moment to look at my hands again, right around this time, but I can’t remember what I saw in them. I do know, though, that I definitely felt more grounded in the dream state and more confident that I could take the some time to explore without having to worry about waking up. It was still night out and I could see an industrial yard about a half-mile or so away. I decided to check it out, jumping off of the rooftop and flying off in that direction. I don’t remember landing, but I was soon snooping around a warehouse where a lot of men were working. I could tell by their uniforms that they were military men. Staying out of sight, I was trying to see what it was they were doing, but I couldn’t.
Somewhere around here (and I don’t know exactly how this transition happened but) I was sort of “remote-viewing” into one of the nearby buildings. I think I lost lucidity here for a moment. I’m not sure, so I’ll just assume I did, because this part is so hazy. Two high-ranking officers were talking in a small room; one black, one white. The centerpiece of their conversation was the model of an airliner jet that was sitting on a table in front of them and, in particular, one of the turbine engines on the wing.
I knew immediately who these guys were: They were the two main villains from Die Hard 2. The white guy was telling the black guy about how his death (getting chopped up by the jet turbine in the movie) could have been avoided and what to do, next time, if such a situation should come up again. (which is pretty funny, now that I think about it. Lol.)
I was back in my own perspective again, still stealthily creeping around in the warehouse. I knew that these guys were all up to something big and I was determined to stop them. The feeling of impending danger brought me to lucidity again. The dream was still feeling hazy (after that disembodied transition) and I solidified it once more by looking at my hand. I focused on it, noticing the texture was kind of bumpy and calloused. The details of my hand became more and more resolute and, once I looked up, I could see that everything else had, too.
I don’t remember how the whole thing started but I was eventually spotted and the whole place went crazy. The two C.O.s were trying to make their escape in a jet (much like in the movie) only this time it was a huge fighter jet that looked something like the X-Men’s Blackbird with two, parallel cockpits. Pretty badass looking, actually. They were taxiing out onto a nearby airstrip and I was gun-fighting/running my way through the warehouses and industrial clutter in the yard, trying to catch up to the plane before take-off. I was hauling ass, too, on foot, actively pushing all doubt of catching this thing out of my mind, because I was lucid and knew I could catch up to it.
Suddenly I see a figure jump off of the plane and roll to a stop in front of me, sliding out of the roll and into a perfect stance. It was the white Officer, who was a martial arts expert, in the movie. He’d stayed behind to fight me off, while the rest of his crew got away in the jet that was now gaining speed and moving faster off in the distance, in preparation to take-off.
I ran toward the guy and we started going at it. Unfortunately, I don’t even remember how the hell I ended the fight so quick but, before I knew it, I was continuing to run down the airstrip, chasing after the jet. I could see the afterburners flare up in the night as it began to leave the ground. Following suit, I jumped into the air and started flying as fast as I could, a few feet from the cement. I could tell I wasn’t gaining any ground, though. I was stuck at like 70mph and the plane was pulling further away. I remember thinking to myself “COME ON!! How the hell do I go faster?!? This is my Dream! It should be easy!!” I tried visualizing the world in my peripherals as a motion blur and willing myself closer to the plane. That didn’t help at all. The jet was losing me.
I heard sirens behind me and, when I looked back, I saw a black Lamborghini, with police lights on, it tailing me. (The same one that pulled me over in the bowling alley dream? Apparently the cops were in on this “military” operation, as well.) I dropped out of the air and landed in front of the car. When the car skid to a stop, I obviously jacked it from the cop (don’t remember doing it, though) and, before I knew it, I was speeding down the airstrip, trying to find another jet. I remember the awesome feeling of hauling ass and shifting gears, letting go of the stick at one point to look at my right hand again in the, passing, airfield lights. This time, the hand seemed to have tiny boils and blisters all over it, but I was too preoccupied to worry about the details. I focused on the whole hand for a moment, clearing up the little bit of fog that had started to haze over the dream, met again with a sense of confidence that I wouldn’t be waking up too soon.
There was a long sequence involving me driving through some twists and turns of this “industrial yard,” looking for another jet. The military men that stayed behind were still out there trying to kill me. At some point, I was headed toward where I had a feeling I could find another plane when the car I was riding in got sprayed with bullets. The engine caught fire and the first thing I could think about was Grand Theft Auto. Anyone who plays that game knows that you have like 10 seconds, after your car catches fire, before it explodes. A million things ran through my mind. It started off with “SHIT! What’s the cheat code to put out the fire in GTA?!” Then I thought “Wait..this isn’t GTA! There is no cheat code! Ok, I should bail out! How do you bail out, in GTA?! Uhm Uhhhhhh…..Triangle! You Press Triangle! Wait! I don’t have a controller!!” As soon as I thought this, I looked away from the steering wheel and looked back, and a Playstation controller appeared, embedded into the vinyl. (Haha)
I slammed my thumb down on the triangle and was ejected from the side of the car, hitting the ground rolling, but feeling no pain. The car kept driving and, as I stopped rolling, I looked up and saw it crash into a wall and explode.
(Funny that I went through all that, and all I had to do was open the door and jump out. )
So, I’m on foot again, dipping away behind all of the crates and industrial shit. When I was sure no one could see me, I took a moment to look at my hands, yet again. As I was walking and analyzing my hand, I remember thinking to myself “There is No Way I’m going to remember all of this when I wake up. I need key words or something.” I started backtracking over my dream, picking out all the little details that I wanted to make it a point to remember: It took a minute but I was able to remember certain factors, all the way back to becoming lucid in the apartment complex.
As I was thinking, (I didn’t really get a chance to focus on clarity, when I looked at my hand, because I got sidetracked) I noticed that I’d come across the other, dual-cockpit, jet. It was sitting in a docking station, steam rising from the afterburners, like it was ready to go. I crept over to it, and was just about to climb aboard, when someone started shooting at me. I had to jump back down off of the ladder as more people ran to help him, gunfire coming from all over the place. The firefight lasted a couple seconds, and I’d lost lucidity, during it. I remember beginning to get so overwhelmed that I had to completely abort the plan of using the other jet and (I think) blowing it up to kill a lot of the bad guys, that were now swarming around it, to get away. I (coincidentally) found another car in the industrial yard. It was some sort of suped-up racer. I only remember seeing it from behind.
The dream shifted and I was suddenly way out in the boonies, somewhere. I still had this sleek car and was stopping in at a gas station. I think I was still on the mission; driving out to wherever it was the black C.O. flew off to. Coming out of the convenience store, I saw flashing lights and heard sirens coming in my direction. The (dirty) cops were after me again. The last thing I remember is speeding away from the gas station with all these cops on my tail.