Loaf
Banned

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[I]Lucid dreams are dictated by [/I][B]bold[/B][I] text. Thank you.[/I]
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I WILD using WBTB and find myself running through the grounds of my old school. I notice this cloud of smoke in the distance.

I steal a bicycle and ride it through a tiny spiky hole in a metal gate that is about as big as a piece of toast. I may be lucid, but my consciousness is waning and I have the urge to go somewhere but I don't know the destination; I just know where to go.

I get out on the other side. I'm on a steep road on the side of a really steep mountain that is an active volcano apparently. The road becomes even more steep, the pavement either side of me slopes off and drops hundreds of meters before curving into a very deep, steep grass hill. I am dizzy by the vertigo so I throw the bike away and run down the road instead. I see a helicopter go over above my head. I think its a news copter.

I eventually see a wreckage. It looks like a destroyed car. Its down at the bottom of the long hill road. I get there and see a small van that looks like it had exploded. A Pakistani-looking man in a white robe is laying face down, I go to help him but he pulls a gun out of nowhere and shoots me four to five times in the chest and stomach. I am genuinely shocked and it kills my lucidity. I spin around a bit, holding my stomach which is bleeding. I feel a gun in my pocket, pick it up and shoot the man-- now he has morphed into a woman. Something on her head that looks like a Christmas decoration smashes.

My body feels strange. There is a weird popping feeling where the bullets hit. Some other people appear and sit around in a circle, things go all strange and abstract here. I think I see a camp fire and it becomes night.

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Doing a video call with an online friend. My voice sounds really psycho and weird on Skype and I don't get why.

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I go into this huge cathedral. I sit at the back, there are about a 100 people in. They call for people to move forward close to the front but I only move a single seat lolol. I have headphones on and take them off after I realize how douchey it looks.

There is this girl next to me of about 15. Big build, long frizzy hair, dark skin. Some schoolkids are making fun of her relentlessly, calling her fat and ugly. Its terrible, but she just looks at her phone and pretends to not care. I remember thinking how un-confident she must feel.

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I am with my brothers Sam and Tom. We are standing on a hill on a field.

"Let me set the drum kit up for you," Sam suggests, arranging a set and locking it together using clips. On the count of three, all three of us run and jump into the air. Rather than land on the ground, we fall through it and appear in the clouds. We are now tumbling in the sky, spinning around, clutching our drum kits with our legs and wildly beating out tunes in sync with each other. The wind makes my clothes flap and my hair blow upwards. It has a sort of cooling invigorating feeling.

I can see the ground getting closer. We don't have parachutes, so instead we just hit the ground; but it feels really soft and calm, my face suddenly against bouncy, lush green grass.

"Oooh lets do it again!" I say. We walk over to the same hill and repeat.

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[I]There were earthquakes overnight (for those of you unaware, I live in a severely damaged city after a 7.1 earthquake in September 2010 and a 6.3 earthquake in February 2011, there have been over 10,000 earthquakes since between 3.0 and 6.0 which are aftershocks). Today since midnight there was a strange cluster of 48 that affected my dreams.[/I]

[B]Bold text indicates a lucid state. Thanks for reading![/B]
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Some fragment about running out of a building as there is an earthquake.

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I have so many coins. Like little buttons. I go to see how much they are worth, but this "alien currency" doesn't mean much on earth.

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[U][B]That Psycho Bitch is Sawing Me[/B][/U]

I am at a construction site. There is this stretch mechanical saw, its like a big stip of rubber that you pull and the metal blade gets bigger or smaller. You press a square rubber button at the end and it spins around the rubber like a conveyor belt really fast, allowing you to saw things.

These lovely little girls in dresses come up. They grab a hold of it, I'm sitting in a car. I get out to grab it from there as its dangerous, they laugh and throw it around. It just misses me.[B] Now I get lucid in panic, initially believing I've put some kids in danger, but now realizing its a dream. I'm too busy to strengthen the lucidity or have fun with it.

I try to take it off them, but one of the little girls turns to me and starts laughing in a way that... sounds wrong. It wasn't friendly, it was almost like they were mocking me. She picks the saw up, turns it on, and throws it at me. It hits the ground and slides across the tarmac of the road, going over my foot as I try to jump out of the way and slicing the end of my left foot's big toe. I see it roll away, and the pain is strong. It stings real bad. But I know its fake and then the pain turns to a strange generic tingling feeling before fading.

I try to get the saw from the girls but they just get angrier, and begin morphing into demonic looking women. They throw the saw to each other, as I run around in the middle. I get into a car and slam my foot on the pedal. I think I have gotten away, but then as I turn my head and look out the window I see them running and unbelievably fast speeds, whipping the saw around in the air and trying to throw it into the driver seat and kill me.

I keep punching the bitch in the face, but she keeps tripping up only to gain speed and get back to the window. Her face turns to that of the little girl the more I keep punching, but I'm not that fucking stupid, its still the same old psycho bitch. The other woman has fallen behind but is still running.
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[B]"Come on! WHAT THE FUCK!" I shout to myself. The car starts swerving out of control, and things fade; [/B]I have reason to believe the saw got in and I died, but I won't ever know. :lol:

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I am at the construction site again. Lots of people are here. For some reason, everyone is from different countries. I see a group of two Americans, a group of about four Indian people dressed in clothes of their culture (the woman is in a pink dress with an ornate golden lining the edges, and the men are in shirts and trousers that are white with a similar lining) and I also make out a Japanese couple. But there are many more there, roughly 40 to 50 people.

We are being taken around the new building. It has a lot of concrete slabs. I get to the second floor, as everyone continues walking up to the fourth floor (the highest). There is little else but the foundations and the concrete structure. Suddenly I feel imbalanced. One of the concrete slabs is wobbling on the floor. Before I know it things are shaking and I start to see concrete and wood fall from above. Everyone starts running as the walls fall apart and the entire building de-stabilizes. I get off just in time before it collapses.

It jumps to everyone in the airport trying to leave. I am trying to communicate with a Japanese man, who looks to be 18 or so. His girlfriend giggles as we both try to communicate with the language barrier; I don't know Japanese and he doesn't know English. I think he is asking where to catch a certain plane. I try to explain to where to go but its too hard for either of us to meaningfully communicate.

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[I]The lucid state is depicted in bold text. Thank you for reading.[/I]

There was a slight irony to last night. It was New Year for New Zealand at the time, and I was on IRC where a discussion about DEILD came up. A passing comment I made was "I won't get lucid tonight. I'm going to bed too late."

Oddly, I did get lucid. And it was for the first time in a good long while. You see I stopped caring about lucid dreaming because I was always too tired, and I've had to scrape my way back to successful induction. But last night I had a rather successful DILD.

Loafs words if "wisdom" from IRC: [I]If WILD is a candy bar you find in your hotel mini-bar, DILD is the chocolate you find on your pillow.[/I]

Anyway without further ramblings, this is my very short but neat taster of lucidity again...
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I am in my bedroom and I start to notice things are shifty. I do an RC and I have four fingers. Then I do the nose plug RC about three times to confirm I'm asleep, [B]and it works of course.

I am quite excited. I had already premeditated what I'd do: put some TNT in the microwave, and then drive off and explore.

So I stand around in the hallway for a moment to collect myself and remember what I was going to do. My memory is a tad shot because the dream went on for a short while before I got lucid (I just can't remember exactly what apart from a few vague clues).

Once I remember what I wanted to do, I act in a rushed manner. There is something gloomy or washed out about this dream that I don't like. My immediate thoughts are that its a sign of instability. DILD always is a little shit that way.

I go into the kitchen and continue out the plan I formed in waking life. I'll find the stick of TNT which will be in any of the cupboards. My method of control is to be suggestive and believe things will work no matter what (after all, there is no reason it shouldn't work, its a dream). So I tell myself "ah, thats where I left the TNT", convincing myself further that it was inside the cupboard. I open the doors and sure enough a stick of dynamite... or uh TNT, I'm not sure which but it looks like three sticks strung together with string with a fuse on the end. You know, that stereotypical video game bomb lookalike. Anyway I pick it up and decide before I stick it in the microwave it wouldn't hurt to light it for good measure using a match.

I know where the matchbox is IRL in the kitchen so no suggestion or dream control was needed here. I get the matches and try to light one, but it keeps setting fire to my thumb. Specifically the nail that keeps catching on fire. But I manage to light the fuse, throw the explosives into the microwave, and set the timer to 08:00.

I run behind one of our sofas and watch. My mother runs in and joins me, and some black dude out of nowhere also crouches down and watches. The microwave smokes a lot and there seem to be sparks or something lighting up the inside. But no boom.

Eventually the microwave door slams open in a bang and smoke comes out, but its not the realistic explosion I was hoping for. Pathetic.

I find some car keys in the house and put them in my pocket. I go to the hallway and put my shoes on; the laces all come loose and undone but I feel rushed still. I suppose its odd in some ways that I feel the need to do things like put shoes on. I even put my seat belt on when I drive in cars in dreams.

I leave the house and go to the car. I open the doors and start it up. It struggles at first, and I can't seem to drive it. [/B]I lose lucidity and the dream sort of twists here into something about me learning Russian.

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[I]Loaf has decided this dream may be too long for some readers, so use the reference below to skip to the parts you want to read.[/I]

[QUOTE]1.1 Visiting a School
1.2 The Gunman
1.3 Farmers Land
2.1 Tsunami Alert
2.2 Near Drowing
3.1 YouTube
3.2 Lucid Brush[/QUOTE]


[B]1.1 [/B]I am visiting a school. I have work I should be doing from another school but I'm only at this school to make use of the facilities and help out. I meet one of the teachers, sit around for a bit, then drag up a blue chair into a class room to sit around and observe.

I turn to the left and I see an old teacher of mine (I'll just refer to him as Mel). He looked at me, identified me, and smiled. I shook has hand, thinking about how much of a douche I found him. We spoke for a bit, he explained how he was doing relief work at the building and some sort of new training for his job.

[B]1.2 [/B]A fire alarm must go off about here, because the dream skips and I am walking the corridors holding a massive black piece of plastic that has a little fold in the very bottom so it can stand up by itself. I'm not sure what its for but I need it for some reason. I check all the fire doors, then everyone meets at the front of the building. I get bored and start balancing the plastic on my head, before a member of staff at the school berates me for messing around in an emergency situation.

Suddenly there are gun shots. Some guy with shortish black hair that goes down to his ears starts shooting with what looks like a shotgun. There is screaming and chaos, I drop everything and leg it. People are running in every direction to get away. I run around the school to a small train station, jumping off one of those little bridges that goes over the train tracks and landing on them. My brother, Sam, is next to me. We keep running while people fall over and scream at every gun shot.

[B]1.3 [/B]The further we run the simpler our surroundings become. Just mountains, trees, grass, a dust path. We get to a farm where a farmer and his wife hang over their low (and rickety looking) wire fence. The path dips a bit and their land is raised so they are looking down on us. At first they look sort of "computer generated" and my mind starts ticking, but I miss lucidity as I get sucked into the conversation.

We speak to them and basically convince them to let us stay in their house. They agree, and I feed their horse (who comes walking up during the conversation) some hay. I seem to magically have a large bale which I give to the farmer as thanks.

[B]2.1 [/B]The dream fragments. My family and I, including Sam who IRL came to stay for Christmas, are running up a large mountain-like hill on the farmers property. I have a camera which has all this old footage on it. It seems we were having a holiday and now there is a disaster alert of a tsunami. We get to the top of the hill, some others are there too. I delete some of the footage on the camera as its memory is full, as I want to record the waves. You can see them coming in.

[B]2.2 [/B]Suddenly my brother and sisters run down the hill to a house. I follow in panic. The house looks a lot like our old one. I yell at them to get out, but end up having to go inside. As we get to the back of the house, water starts pooling and breaking through a wall. Its ankle deep at first, but in seconds up to my knees. I grab my smallest sister, Phoebe, who is struggling to stay a float and hold her tight. I am recording everything.

My brother grabs my other sister and some other kid who followed, and my father appears (claiming he was looking for us) as the water is waist deep. We need to get out quickly or we'll drown. Luckily we just make it out the door. I swim for a little bit and make it to the hill, my sister holding on tight.

"Don't worry, I'll never let you go." I tell her as she is crying. When we make it to the top of the hill, I am shocked and crying. I film some more of the damage but the water just keeps rising, getting rougher and stranger in how it moves. At one point a gigantic splash made the water turn into a gigantic, transparent, blue mountain which held still for about 5 seconds before falling away.

[B]3.1 [/B]Soon the water disappeared. So I decided to edit the video. I began putting a video together for YouTube with the footage. However the camera was uploading things by itself, so I had to go online and stop the operations and delete the footage the camera had slapped onto my account. I found a tab "Local Devastation" videos (I think it said that, might have been 'Local Destruction') a special category for New Zealand destruction videos. The whole country must have been wiped clean. [B]3.2 [/B]But then I wonder, is this even real? I refresh the page and the text has changed, and the "Local Devastation" tab is gone. [I]I then get lucid realizing this can't be real. I decided to type in "www.therealyoutube.com" to see what would happen. It took me to a lucid dreaming website.
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By this time I awoke.