J.D.
Dreamer by nature

19.11.2011

Headless (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A vivid segment from last night which I had to share. My recall has evaporated recently, probably due to early mornings and late nights, but I still get the occasional gem.

I was looking in the bathroom mirror in my old house, examining my mousatche which I was growing for Movember. It was a big handlebar bastard and I was very pleased with it. I had a moment where I blacked out, and when I came around I saw that my face had a slit in it. There were two red lines going out horizontally from the corners of my mouth. I followed them with my hand round the back of my head. They met at the other side. It was then that I realised it was a clean cut through my skull. I don't really know what came over me, but I then lifted the upper segment of my head off my jaw. It came away with a squelch. There was a bit of oozing, but not much blood.

I "looked" at my head. My sense of sight still came from where my head should have been, but when I reached up to feel around, there was nothing there. It occured to me, in the strange state of mind that I was in, that I was running a very serious risk of death here. I reasoned that having disconnected my brain from the rest of my body, it was not getting any blood, and hence, oxygen. I was running the risk of a bad ischemic stroke at the very least. Whilst thinking about oxygen in the blood, I felt my breathing become a bit laboured. "No wonder," I thought. "I don't even have a proper mouth to breathe through. I wondered just how well I would be able to think without a brain. Small multiplication proved difficult, and even counting by tapping on the windowsill was a chore. I suspected that lack of brain was impacting on my motor skills as well. With that, I planted my skull back on top of my neck and jaw. I looked back in the mirror to see that it had attached itself well to the flesh of my jaw and lower cheeks. In fact, it looked like it was healing already. My brother came into the room and said something to me. I mumbled something in reply, not wanting to move my mouth in such a way that would disrupt the healing.

Never once did I think of reality-checking during this episode.

15.09.2011

Watch out for the Mumakill (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was walking along a dusty road in an abandoned industrial estate. There were rusty wire fences on either side of the road and it looked like early evening. I walked with about four other people, all of whom were armed with weapons from Halo. I had it in my head that we were waiting for some Covenant aliens to arrive, much like the Firefight gametype in Halo. A big purple Covenant dropship flew over my head from right to left, and hovered over an empty patch of ground. Some grunts jumped out and grouped together to advance on us. I fired at them with my pistol, hoping to get a few headshots and hear the familiar "weeeeyyy" sound that usually accompanies the death of a grunt, but the headshots proved hard to get. It felt like I was firing with my finger, and it wasn't accurate at all.

We took shelter from the dropship in a house on the other side of the road. It had two floors, but was very run-down and rickety. It was really little more than a big shack. However, some people did live in it. There was a woman in her fifties, and her daughter. While the rest of my group talked to them in the kitchen, I left to explore the house. Most of the rooms didn't have lights, and the windows were boarded up, so I had to use the torch on my gun. As I examined the study, I started to notice strange things about the house. The furniture looked like it was lifted straight out of the 1800's, and there was a Hufflepuff crest on the wall. After I had finished trying to read the titles of the books in the bookcase (I couldn't), I turned around to find the decomposing body of E.T. It shocked me into lucidity. I went back into the kitchen and spoke to the woman who owned the house.
"That was a bit too weird," I told her. I thought of her as a dream character, and as a representative of my subconscious mind, so it felt only right to speak to her about the quality of the dream itself. She didn't reply however. I went out into the hall and looked through the front door. In the distance I could see a long dust cloud developing. It nearly encompassed the whole horizon. I stared, and suddenly I could make out the shape of an advancing mumakill, from Lord of the Rings. It was a giant elephant, armed with spiked tusks and a nest of Haradrim warriors on top.



I ran back inside to warn the others. They scarpered out the back door, leaving me to fight the giant monster alone. While I waited for it to arrive, I practised punches on the metal fridge. I was disappointed to find that I only left a small dent with each blow- I would need much more to fight the mumakill. The ground began shaking, I knew it was close. Through a window by the front door I caught a glimpse of a swinging tusk. Next thing I knew, the house came down around me and everything went black.

16.08.2011

Face the Witch (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a few short DEILD-lucids this morning, but initially had no intention of typing them up so my memory has degraded a bit.

In one, I was engaged in some kind of wrestling match in the call centre where I work. I was fighting a guy who looked a lot like Pauly D from Jersey Shore. His hair was frozen in the same style. Literally frozen, I rammed him into a wall and it shattered. I looked at the judges, and somehow inferred that I had earned some serious points.



Later, I wandered into one of the training rooms at the side of the huge main floor. It had become somthing like a haunted house. It was dark, and decorated with very worn red fabric all over the place. Something caught my eye in the corner. It was a hideous witch with glowing blue eyes. She was wearing the same red fabric the room was decorated with, and seemed to eminate a sinister red glow from her entire body. Her skin was pale and almost see-through. Now normally, witches are not something I would consider scary, but this one was terrifying. I remember thinking that this was a test devised by my vindictive dreaming brain, to see how much I could take. I ran at her screaming and went to grab her around the neck- at which point I woke up.

26.04.2011

Superpowers (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was an interesting kind of dream- one in which I don't really remember a beginning, or a point at which I became lucid. As it progressed I became more and more aware that it wasn't real and I could do anything.

I was hanging out in some kind of ranch in the countryside. It was surrounded by green fields, and there were mountains in the distance. There were quite a lot of people there with me. They were all around my age, and all had some kind of superpower. I walked through the main garden, sampling all the different powers that people were displaying. There was pyrokinesis, hydrokinesis, telekinesis, pretty much all the kineses. One I particularly liked was the ability to turn into animals. I'd never been able to do that before in a dream. I decided it would be great to try a pterodactyl, and before I even tried to begin a transformation, I was one.

I flapped my wings and took off. It surprised me how quickly I could fly. It took almost no effort to get from one end of the ranch to the other. To test out the pterodactyl's full potential I headed for the mountains in the distance. I flew over forests and a river, and reached the mountains in seconds. I banked left and swung around, back to the ranch. The feeling of effortless speed was incredible. I landed beside one of the smaller outbuildings and was myself again. I looked in the window of the building to see what was going on. There were three dudes in what looked like Viking armour sitting on a long couch around the edge of the room. I heard a brief part of their conversation, namely their introductions. They said they were the gods of wind, sea and earth. From what I understood, they were waiting for the god of thunder.



How could I pass up an opportunity to become this badass-sounding motherfucker? I looked up at the sky with an arm outstretched and roared. The sky instantly turned black and a huge bolt of lightning exploded out of the heavens, into my arm. My right arm was then wrapped in rotating lightning, which I tested out discharging into the distance. It felt incredibly powerful, and I thought at the time it could be very handy for the next zombie apocalypse I come across.

15.04.2011

Relearning (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It has been a long time since I WILDed, and I felt like a nap today so why not.

As I relaxed I listened to some easy-going music, and turned it off when I realised I couldn't remember the last three songs that played. I must have zoned it out. As I lay there, I tried to stimulate some simple visualisations, but none were coming easily. After a while, I seemed to read a newspaper. The print was very small, and the articles made absolutely no sense. I was reading very intently, and felt quite alert. Soon after, my hand touched something cold. I assumed it was the wall. But, not having moved myself, I knew it was sleep paralysis.

I ran my hand along the wall and opened my eyes a crack. I could see the same thing I had before I went to sleep earlier, and wasn't sure whether it was part of a dream or I was really opening my eyes. So I closed them again and slowly stood up in bed, feeling the cold wall the whole time. When I jumped sideways out of bed I opened my eyes again, knowing there could be no question this time. I saw my room in halls, crossed with the room of the house I lived in five years ago.

I stumbled to the top of the stairs. Everything around me had a psychadellic, vibrating quality to it. It slowly stabilised. I was very conscious of being in a dream, and even moving around in virtual reality felt strange. In hindsight, what I should have done next was rub my hands together and attempt part of the task of the year. Instead, I caved to my base instinct and went off on a shagging spree.

A false awakening followed, and I kept my eyes closed. It felt like someone got into bed beside me, so I asked if they wouldn't mind helping me up. This they did. When I stood up and looked around, there was no-one to be seen.

I'm going to have to get back into WILDing, I'm out of practice.