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Iím at home, where itís pouring raining outside, to the point that the entire driveway and sidewalk outside my front door is flooded with about a foot of water. Iím still by the front door though, waiting for an important package to arrive. While looking outside, I see an open and plugged-in laptop out on the lawn, and worry that someone left it there in the rain. After a while, the water starts to recede a bit, so I can finally get outside to get the package from the mailman. I canít walk too far out though, as thereís a ton of grub worms all over the sidewalk, and I donít want to walk across them barefoot.
Iím riding in a train, but then me and some other guy jump off at this futuristic train station-kinda thing. Apparently, itís a ďsorting stationĒ, which sorts cars that are heading to different destinations. One train comes in with cars going to two different destinations (marked red and green), and without the train stopping, all the green cars are disconnected and roll down another track, where a second train is waiting to take them to their appropriate destination. Iím really interested in the technology behind this, but Iím cut short when a police car shows up, responding to a call about 2 people jumping off the train. My accomplice grabs me by the arm, and we hide in a small alcove just off the train tracks.
Iím at work. My boss is trying to hook up some network cables, but the only available wall plug is near the ceiling, so heís walking precariously on the edges of the cubicle walls to get to it. I watch out of curiosity, secretly hoping something funny happens. As soon as he plugs it in, however, thereís a bright flash, and suddenly everythingís back to how it was a few minutes earlier. I initially think I just had some weird deja vu, but I realize that everyone around is looking around confused like it affected them as well. The entire room seems a lot brighter though, and I wonder if some major catastrophe happened. Thereís suddenly another flash, and all of us are sent back in time again. It happens a couple more times, but each time some of the cubicles are missing and the walls look more run-down. After the 5th or 6th flashback, thereís a loud screeching noise, and all the lights cut out. Thereís a moment of silence as everyone tries to figure out what is going on.
Suddenly, the phone right next to me starts to ring, which scares me at first. I slowly pick up the phone. Thereís a ton of static on the other end at first, before a demonic voice tells me that Iím now cursed and will die in 7 days. I start getting angry at the person on the phone. ďDo you think this is f***ing funny? Do you think you can f***ing scare everyone in this building for giggles? Well listen here, you little s***. Iím not afraid of you. Iíll never be afraid of you, becauseÖ because Iím dreaming!Ē I hang up the phone and turn to see some guy who seems to emanate darkness from his body. I apparently have to fight him, but the fight scene switches to a 3rd person view. It looks very much like an old Game & Watch game I used to play, where you have to move up and down on your side of the screen and try to shoot energy to hit the person on the other side. After a few seconds, I end up getting hit first, which causes me to switch back to first person, where I am absorbed by darkness. As it surrounds me, I feel an intense pressure pushing all over my body. Itís hard to explain, it feels sort of like the sensation of water pressure when you go really deep in a swimming pool - but much more intensely painful. Iím almost consumed by it, but I remember I am dreaming, so I tense up and unleash all my energy at once. Rays of light flow out of me, cutting through the darkness and relieving the pressure on my body. Instead, the light takes over the guy Iím fighting, and he falls to the floor in pain. I stand right over him and start taunting him. ďYou thought you could stop me with darkness? I am the light of the worldÖ or at least the Italians.Ē
Iím in my high school gymnasium. Thereís a ton of little kids and parents around to watch some kind of wrestling event on a large projector screen at one end of the gym. Iím helping out with getting stuff set up, including fixing one of the large fluorescent bulbs. A maintenance guy whoís helping me lowers the light via a cable from the ceiling. Instead of replacing a bulb though, we have to replace some weird thing that looks like a large spherical clump of soap suds. Apparently, the sudsy ďbulbĒ is made of some special material that reacts with a gas thatís output from the light socket, producing a bright light. The reaction also makes the sudsy material super light, which makes it stay in the socket without any restraint, as long as the light is always pointing down. I go to adjust the ďbulbĒ, but I accidentally knock some pieces of suds loose. The maintenance man looks at me disappointed since I just ruined that bulb, but then pulls another one out and gently puts it in place. I watch as it starts to glow, and soon have to turn away because itís so bright.
A rough night sleep-wise. I donít remember anything from before my WBTB, and then it took me forever to fall back asleep. I finally do though, and find myself at a concert. Thereís this moving piece that someone is playing, and I suddenly become lucid. I listen to the chorus a few more times, hoping to commit it to memory for when I wake up.
I FA in the guest bedroom, where the song I heard is playing on a radio and is slowly fading out. Iím initially disappointed in myself for letting the lucid slip away, and that this song I thought was new apparently already existed. However, I decide plug my nose to check if Iím still dreaming, and much to my surprise I can breathe fine. A large mirror on the wall immediately catches my eye, so I walk over to it. For some reason, the word ďBelchĒ is scratched into the glass. I ignore it, and instead try to focus on phasing through the mirror. I first stick my hand inside, and the glass ripples like water around it. I stick my head through it now, and I can see the hallway on the other side of the wall, but it seems darker and more run-down. I jokingly mention that itís ďThe Upside-DownĒ. I move back and forth on each side of the mirror several times, observing the differences. At one point, I see an ominous, ghostly purple blob, about 3 feet tall, start moving down the hall of the Upside-Down towards me. Iím hit with a sudden jolt of fear, but I remember that this is a dream and prepare for a fight. As it enters the room, I jump back out of the mirror into the light zone and prepare to face it, but instead itís now a golden glowing blob that seems much more friendly. It approaches me, and ends up moving into my body, which fills me with a wave of happiness and warmth throughout my body, but I quickly FA again.
Iím still in the guest bedroom, but now there are other people there as well. Thereís some game going on in the corner, involving a ton of spheres on different stair-like platforms. On each level, you have to sort them using a different sorting method (alphabetical, size, etc.) that you have to figure out. Along the way, little dwarves pop out from under some of the stairs to either provide hints or sabotage you with false information, so you have to determine the lies from the truth. I observe someone playing this for a while until my alarm goes off.
Also, I completely forgot the song.
WBTB - 2
2 DILDs - 15
RC - 1
Partial Phase - 5
1 NLD - 1
Night 11 Total - 24 pts
Weíre hosting a huge Christmas party at my house, open to pretty much anyone we know (neighbors, old friends, high school teachers, etc.). Iím on cleanup duty, which is basically a never-ending job, since people keep dropping the glasses on the tile floor in the kitchen, shattering them and sending glass shards everywhere. I finally get fed up with cleaning up broken glass, so I passed the broom to my brother and walked towards the back door. My music pastor and an old friend of mine both walk in. The pastorís incredibly impressed with the amount of Christmas decorations, while my other friend (whoís really into cars and mechanical engineering) comments on a spare engine we have laying in our backyard. I carry on a conversation with them, but really Iím not paying attention and instead am looking forward to playing Rock Band with them.
Iím playing a 3DS game where your character is flying around through some obstacles, and you have to move the 3DS around to control which direction you fly in. I play for a while before I realize I donít have the 3D setting on, so I turn it on, and suddenly Iím a lot more immersed in the game, until after a while Iím no longer playing the game and Iím actually in the game, flying around various levels with incredible ease. I find myself at one point in a high school building, going through a couple different classrooms, rubbing my hand across the ceiling as I glide effortlessly around with no particular goal in mind. A couple students tell me I should ďPeter PanĒ - fly around with my hands on my hips like Robin Williams does in Hook. I do this for a while, despite the fact that it looks and feels somewhat silly.
I wake up to my WBTB alarm, but immediately after turning it off I fall back into another short dream. Iím at what seems to be a circus of some type, standing in front of a big, yellow, old-fashioned marquee. Thereís some kind of stand-up comedian nearby telling jokes, and as he speaks, his words show up on this marquee. At one point he says, "Ladies, always avoid dating a guy who's into circuses. He'll promise you a night of magic and excitement, but ultimately you'll end up with two half-deflated balloons and extra justification for your fear of clowns." He then ends up saying something equally hilarious about women in relationships, but I forgot because I was cracking up from the first comment, so much so that I actually woke up again laughing like crazy.
While I was up, I decided to do an actual WBTB for a few minutes before going back to sleep. Iím now at my college, moving stuff in for the start of my next school year. My new dorm room is huge, about the size of a basketball court. Itís big enough for 6 bunk beds and a loft, plus a large common area in the middle. Plus, itís on the corner of the building, so thereís large windows on two walls, allowing me to see the entire night-time city skyline from several floors up. I quickly realize that itís someone 1am, way past curfew, but I still have half my items that I need to bring in. Plus, I realize that I left my TV that I was gonna take at home, 800 miles away, so thereís no way for me to go back to get it. Another guy is moving into this huge room, but accidentally drops his large TV at the foot of one of the bunk beds, causing some of the support beams to almost melt away. I realize this is weird, so I stop and think about where Iím at. ďIím such an idiot - I graduated college months ago. Iím dreaming!Ē
From the get go this dream is incredibly stable, so I donít even bother doing any more RCs or stabilization. I see my brother who for some reason is here - he has a slightly alarmed look on his face. I explain to him that this is a dream, and to prove it to him, I grab his arm and tell him to look at me. He focuses on my face, and so I casually will us both upwards until weíre both flying. My brother is incredibly excited by this - so much so that when we touch back down, he tries to test his new skills by jumping out the window. I chase after him, only to find out that the dorm room is now about 50 stories up, so itís a long way down. I straighten my body out to become more aerodynamic until I catch up to my brother, who is freaking out because he canít control his descent. Itís hard to hear him at first because of the sound of the wind whipping past us, but I eventually remind him that this is a dream, so even hitting the ground at top speed wouldnít hurt a bit. We keep plummeting until we reach terminal velocity, and then splash down into a lake. The initial shock of the water is jolting, but ultimately both of us are unscathed.
The dream transitions to somewhere else. Iím now lying on my back in a large green field. My center of vision is strangely slightly underneath me, in the ground about a foot or two, so I can see my body and the grass around me, but not the sky. Still, everything feels incredible, and I spend about 5 minutes just enjoying how everything feels. I can sense every single blade of grass against my body, and I can feel a cool breeze blowing above me. I can even feel the earth rotating beneath me, until it starts rotating a little funny. I start to feel less like Iím lying on the ground, but more like Iím tethered to a grassy ceiling, suspended over the endless expanse of the sky. My euphoria is cut short by the feeling of a cat jumping on my chest, and Iím pulled out of my trance to see that Iím lying on the floor of my house. I sit up and notice a weird old lady who is reciting some kind of script, and I realize that Iím in some kind of weird commercial for cat food. I tell the lady her commercial is dumb, and then leave through the back door.
Thereís a lot going on in my backyard. Thereís a goat on our roof, a fox on top of my car, a ton of crows flying everywhere, and a single random tree thatís caught fire. I try to think of some other tasks to score some points, but for some reason I think Iíve already done them (I thought that interact with an animal was a personal task, that teaching a DC to fly was a TOTM, and that I had already done all my 3-step tasks). I decide to try for some time control, so I reach out my hand and will everything to slow down. After a few seconds, everything starts moving in slow motion - I can see every wing flap of the crows, and the fire is now moving much slower than before. I try to jog my memory for some more score categories, but then Iím woken up by my morning alarm.
3 NLDs - 3
WBTB - 2
DILD - 10
Interact with a DC - 2
Fly - 5
Invulnerability - 5
Dream Theme (lake) - 5
Time Control - 10
Night 10 Total - 42 pts
Not a bad start to the competition. My lucids were fairly fragmented though, and I spent like 30 minutes just lying in bed trying to put the pieces together in my mind.
I'm in a car with a couple friends, studying for an upcoming spelling bee. The word I'm given is ďsicaidĒ, which means to get sick. After I guess, my friend just keeps telling me what the word means, without ever telling me whether I'm right or wrong. I end up telling him ďThis is a spelling bee, not a knowledge of words bee.Ē
After my WBTB, I find myself in some scientific lab of sorts. They're running tests on me and a few other people. We all have to wear latex suits, which they pump full of some kind of super-buoyant helium-like gas to test the effects of pressurized flight on our bodies. As they inflate my suit, their machine breaks, leaving me just suspended in mid-air while they try to figure out what went wrong.
Iím now in some show like the Walking Dead. Somehow, I have a tablet that still works, and shows a map of the infection progress. I notice that all the countries have weird shapes and names, which makes me become lucid. I zoom in on my current location on the map - apparently somewhere in India. Thereís actually three different strains of the virus around us, marked with red, yellow, and blue coloring. I look up from my tablet and notice I and my party are on top of a roof in a fairly big city, trying to decide what our next move should be. Suddenly, two of the members pull out pistols and start threatening the rest of us with them. I donít remember exactly what their reasoning was, but they decided they no longer needed us. They announce that theyíre going to execute us off one by one, starting with me.
One of the two, a woman, gets in front of me, while the other, a man, gets behind me, and both point their guns at my head. I start trying to reason with them - how we need the entire group in order to stay alive. I then remember that Iím dreaming, so I look back at the woman. ďDid you remember to take the safety off?Ē I hear the guy behind me pull his gun back to check, so I take advantage of the distraction to grab the womanís arm and knock the gun out of her hand. The guy rushes to get his gun back up, but I manage to kick it out of his hands while Iím wrestling with the woman. I finally pin her to the ground and continue to punch her in the face until sheís unconscious. Meanwhile, the guy runs to get his gun, but one of the other guys in our party rushes over and kicks it away before tackling the guy to the ground. I get up and grab the guy on the ground, swing him around over my head by his ankle, and then launch him over the edge of the building to his death.
I have a FA of sorts, and Iím now riding in a car on the interstate with a friend of mine and her parents. Apparently the whole thing that just happened was a virtual reality attraction at Busch Gardens, and now me and this family are driving back home. I have a sudden realization that I didnít ride with them on the way there, and that my car is still parked at the park. The dad (who looks suspiciously like Hank Green) seems fine with turning around, even though weíve been riding for about 30 minutes at this point. Suddenly though, he realizes thereís a ton of cars driving on the wrong side of the road, heading directly towards us. He quickly throws the car into reverse and backs up at a high speed, before slamming on the E-brake and whipping the car around to face forward. Then, as soon as he can, he gets back over onto the correct side of the road, right as 4 or 5 police cars come out from behind us to chase the reckless drivers on the wrong side of the road. I remark something about how I wish my dad was as good a driver as that.
Weíre now walking through some kind of jungle place, still on the way to go pick up my car from Busch Gardens. We eventually come to a creek about 40 feet across. The water is crystal clear and isnít moving very fast, so the people with me start wading through to get to the other side. However, I somehow find myself floating above the water to get across. I originally dismiss it as just a side effect from the helium-suit testing from earlier, but then I remember that Iím still dreaming. I continue to fly over at a faster pace until I reach the other side. Then, I find a large boulder, about the size of a minivan, and use telekinesis to put it in the water, which (somehow) helps everyone to get across faster.
3 NLDs - 3
WBTB - 2
2 DILDs - 15
Use Electronic Device - 5
Interact with DCs - 2
Super strength (picking up the bad guy) - 5
Fly (+1st step) - 5+5 = 10
Mass Telekinesis - 10
Night 1 Total - 52 pts
A couple random dreams before my WBTB, including me playing a LEGO version of Skyrim. During my WBTB, I decided to read Hyuís DJ again (for like the 4th time) for lucid inspiration (specifically this entry).
I fall back asleep, and find myself in a quaint little neighborhood, going from house to house playing Christmas carols on a flute. One of the houses I enter has an entire wall thatís just a screened-in patio. Thereís a ton of plants growing through the ground inside, and a lot of the panels on the walls have fallen or broken. I suddenly realize that I was just going to sleep, which makes me become lucid. I prepare to make a portal through the floor to teleport, but as Iím deciding where to go to, everything goes black. However, the dream still feels incredibly stable, so I try to focus on making something else appear. Before I can do that though, Vi casually walks into my view. Iím somewhat surprised, as itís been quite a while since Iíve seen her. Before I can say anything, some lights behind her start to turn on, and I can finally see where I am.
Iím in a large white room - actually, Iíd hesitate to call it a room. Thereís no walls, the white-ness just extends on forever in all directions. In the middle are a ton of small, white, floating platforms, but other than that thereís nothing on the ďgroundĒ. In fact, I think for a moment what exactly Iím standing on, but I try not to dwell on that fact so I donít end up falling through whatever it is. I turn back to Vi, and beside her is a humanoid robot, who explains that this is a futuristic dream control and dream fighting training complex. I get incredibly excited - like seriously, Iím freaking out more than those families on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition when they first see their new house. I start asking if I can make my own weapon (thinking something like Hyuís katana), but Vi insists that I start with something a little more simple.
Following that is a montage of me doing various training. First is agility, where I have to cross the floating platforms quickly while staying light on my feet, since some of the platforms wonít support my full weight. At one point, I fall through the platform and plummet into the abyss. After I reappear on the platforms, a hologram version of me shows a ďreplayĒ of my failure so I can learn what I did wrong. After that, Iím back on the platforms slashing a holographic sword at holographic enemies. After the training is over, Iím back in a side room of the complex, with a tablet that shows my progress report. Thereís only two stats listed on it:
Fart Noises Made: 8
I see Vi and shove my tablet in her face, rubbing in my (admittedly mediocre) score. ďHa, beat that!Ē
ďWell, I donít think anyone could beat that fart score even if they tried.Ē
I wake up and write down my dream before lying down again. I start to have WILD transitions, but my dad barges in and wakes me up to ask me a stupid question about his phone. I get up from my bed (which is now in the living room) to help him, and then quickly lie back down. I quickly get the intense vibrations again, and suddenly my bed is back in my room. I manage to roll out of my bed, but I canít move my limbs. However, Iím still able to move around the room by making myself float around in a luge position. In the middle of the room are a few large floating star-shaped rings, and as I fly through them, I regain control of my limbs. I get through all of them before landing on my now-movable feet. Iím still in my bedroom, but I canít take my usual exit through the window, since the window isnít there. Thereís another window right beside the bedroom door, but itís small and kinda high up. I try to jump through it, but my butt gets stuck. I can still look out though, and I see a whole rooftop terrace with tables and chairs. I go back inside and try to think of how to get out there. WaitÖ shouldnít there just be a door? I shut my previously wide-open bedroom door to find another white door behind it leading to the terrace.
I open it and walk through to see that thereís an entire restaurant seating area out here, complete with giant umbrellas over the tables and christmas lights for some nice mood lighting. However, the place looks fairly rundown, as next to the door are a ton of spider webs and wasp nests. I really want to explore it, but Iím afraid to go out because of all the bugs.
ďItís okay, this is a dream. You are lucid. Nothing can hurt you in the dream.Ē
ď...unless the dream makes a bug that can hurt you.Ē
ď..........Why did I say that?...Ē
Immediately, a red bug crawls up my back, with the body shape and legs of a spider but the body thickness and large pincers of a beetle. It gets right in the middle of my back before taking a big bite of my skin. It stings quite a bit at first, but that doesnít compare at all to the extreme burning that comes after that. I try to reach back to kill the bug, but itís just out of reach. Meanwhile, it keeps biting, each time getting more and more painful. I honestly think about trying to wake up, since the pain is too unbearable. Instead, I attempt to channel my rage into making flames come off my back to burn the little f***er. It takes a couple tries, but I eventually generate enough heat to make it stop biting. During the lull in pain, I finally manage to reach back and grab it, smashing its head between my fingers. I turn to see two more black bugs on the railing, and I get ready to smash them.
ďWoah woah woah! Listen man, weíre real sorry about Roger, but we donít want to hurt you. Weíre just looking for some booty.Ē
ďYeah, some booty! Specifically Greek booty.Ē
I grab one of the umbrellas off the table and jump up on the railing beside them. Looking down, I see this terrace is about 30 floors up. I open up the umbrella, turn back to the bugs, and in an epic movie voice, I sayÖ
ďDo I look Greek to you?Ē
I dive off the edge, using the umbrella to glide my way down before waking up.