Puffin

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
These three fragments are all from one long-ass dream about a war being waged between two sides. I'm not sure what these "sides" were, because the characters and scenarios were so random. I don't remember much of the content that happened between the fragments.

The entire dream must have been fifteen minutes in length. It's one of the longest non-lucids I've had.

So many morbid dreams lately! I wonder what's up...

Anyways, this was the shorter of the three fragments, and probably the weirdest one too! I was in the same location as in my previous dream, Open Heart Medicine, except that it was much darker overall. The colors were paler and more dark-blueish in tone, but some browns were still present in the piles of wood and scattered items. Instead of being at the foot of the one large hill, I was about halfway up it, kind of standing awkwardly on the slope with one knee bent a little. I was looking up at the top of the hill, where the front half of a classic pirate ship was placed; it was facing upwards into the sky at a bit of an angle. It looked like the back end had been blasted off, because there were lots of shards of wood and hanging chains, along with other items, where it was cut off. The dark grey flags and sails were almost non-existent; they were very torn up and looked like they could've just dissolved into the air at the mention of a slight wind.

To the left of the ship, also on top of the pile, was a single stack of flatter black rocks that was a good ten feet in height; on top was a man; I knew that this was Legolas from Lord of the Rings. I only saw his silhouette though; it was a straight black color with no definition, as if it was a shadow puppet. His hands were on his hips and he was looking at the ship, which was directly to his right, level with him. As soon as I looked at him, the sky changed (although I can't really tell -when- exactly it did so) to a really dark red, which gradated to dark orange, and then a pale darker yellow right behind Legolas.

I looked to my left and saw a short man, possibly a dwarf but I'm not entirely sure, sitting on the side of the hill not five feet from me. He was wearing a woven Chinese sun hat and had a ginger beard, but I couldn't see his face because of the hat. He was wearing Lord of the Rings-style armor: silver, with some green and pale maroon fabric underneath, complete with some chainmail on the chest and lower arms. He had a long, skinny twig in the side of his mouth, and he chewed it a little bit.

"Legolas committed suicide," he told me with a very husky, almost garbled voice. "He was too proud to face conquest by the enemy".

I looked up, and then I saw that Legolas had vanished from the rock stack.

In a matter of moments, I had forgotten all about Legolas and the short man, and brought my attention back to the ship, but this time I was looking in front of it, on the side of the hill closest to me. There was a cross made from two wider-than-normal planks of wood, and on it was what I believed to be Dumbledore, although he looked more like Gandalf. He was wearing Gandalf the Grey's outfit, with a grey witch's hat on his head. What was so creepy about this, however, was that his eyes were wide open and his mouth made a bit of a gaping expression, and he was burned up with dark skin and yellow teeth. It reminded me of a crucifixion.

"Why is he so crispy?" I asked myself quietly, suddenly very afraid of my surroundings.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
These three fragments are all from one long-ass dream about a war being waged between two sides. I'm not sure what these "sides" were, because the characters and scenarios were so random. I don't remember much of the content that happened between the fragments.

The entire dream must have been fifteen minutes in length. It's one of the longest non-lucids I've had.

It was dusk. There was a somewhat light blue colour on the horizon, which faded into black the higher up you looked. I was in the middle of a battlefield, and there was a huge amount of debris on the ground - there were so many large, snapped planks of wood, metal pieces, shards, and other garbage everywhere that you almost couldn't even see what was underneath. Larger piles of this debris here and there formed a hilly landscape, and you could see tiny, tiny pieces of paper, metal and dust floating around in the air, but the air wasn't filled to the point of suffocation, or even to the point there would be a haze of it everywhere. The ground that was visible had a paler brown and earthy color to it, with the exception of some silver/grey metals scattered around.

There were some decrepit city skyscrapers scattered throughout the area, some closer together but others farther apart. They had large holes blown out of them, crumbling and looking like they were going to collapse. In front of two buildings right next to each other was a larger hill that was angled at a higher degree from the ground than the other hills, and on top were a few exploded cars - grey and black in color - and some burnt suede couches that were pale tan. The entire hill was raised a good ten feet from the ground, and it was thirty feet or so in diameter. At the base, just where it began to rise up off the ground, was a dummy like one would find in a crash test site. It had a plastic bag over it, which was molded to its shape. In its chest was a hole, and in it was what someone would normally have in a chest cavity - some ribs, lungs, and the heart.

However, the heart was light pink in color, and it there was only half of it. Instead of being able to see inside the atria and ventricles, however, they were just covered with muscle as if there was only half of a heart to begin with; as if it wasn't cut at all. Where each atria was, there was a tiny hole, almost like a slit. The heart was beating weakly and I knew that it belonged to a person who I had to deliver it to, so I pulled the heart out and it came out easily, with a few pale yellow tendons holding it back. I put it on the ground and noticed that whenever the heart beated, a very small amount of blood came out of each slit on the atria. I grabbed a plastic syringe from my jacket (which happened to be a brown leather one) pocket, and I saw that it was filled with clear fluid. I knew that this was medicine that I had to put into the heart, so I took the syringe and pressed some medicine out over each atria.

That's all I can remember in this fragment.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
MDP Rating: ★★★★★

This continuous lucid dream story will revolve around the aftermath of the films Iron Man 2, Thor, and The Incredible Hulk, which will not culminate in the Avengers team but something different. Many of the lines are rehearsed in daydreams so the actual dreams should play out relatively well. I don't know much about the Marvel universe (I've only seen the movies) and dreams are often unpredictable, so the story will probably have errors and mishaps, but I'll do my best. This is "part 2" of hopefully more dreams.

My Notes:

A bit less vivid than the last dream, and I lost my lucidity only a few minutes too early.

I started up on the top of a building. Who knows how that happened for me to end up there - but somehow, I had this very recent memory of being inside the building, which was like a library: I was in a small, off-limits section, which had warm lighting, smooth, concrete or laminate-type flooring of a more saturated tan color, and beige walls. There were also lots of bookshelves. I was in this room because I was looking for someone's phone number.

At this time, I was seeing from a third-person viewpoint for a few moments. I ventured toward a certain bookshelf that I somehow knew was important, and then I knelt down and pulled out a pale yellow book, only about 200 pages, that read "Phones" in bold, dark yellow, arial typefont on the side. I had pulled the book open to about a third of the way through, and I remember reading "Barry Vaven" and "Jurn (insert last name here because I can't remember it)". The text inside was incredibly small, probably six-point arial font, and the paper was almost translucent.

Back to the top of the building - the outside atmosphere reminded me of the scene when Cobb was leaving the helicopter in Inception , except it was day time, and the colors of the entire scenery were a bit warmer in nature. The building was probably thirty stories up - very tall, and there were other buildings, many other tall ones but some shorter, scattered around in a relatively realistic way. There was a basic black, straight railing lining three edges of the top of the building I was on. I walked to the edge with no railing and looked down, seeing all the tiny cars move on the very-detailed streets. I did not see any street lights at intersections, though. I then looked back and saw stairs; there was no small building on top with a door, just a neat, square hole in the building with concrete steps going down it.

I didn't take them though, because I became lucid. I looked around and did a nose-plug RC, which didn't allow me to breathe - if I was less aware, it probably would've stopped my lucidity there, but it didn't!

I was very unsure of what to do now, being in a place that I had no idea how to teleport from, and I knew that I probably didn't have time to walk inside, go down the stairs, and find a door. Thank goodness I knew the people involved in this part of the plot, though.

I looked out towards the city, still near the edge of the building but confident that no DCs would appear and push me over and have me fall. I stayed like this for a few moments, then I expected Betty Ross (Liv Tyler's biochemist character from The Incredible Hulk) to come up the stairs. I imagined there had been a meeting in the lower part of the building, a conference involving leading scientists, and it was over. Anyways, I heard her voice and turned around, only to find Natalie Portman's character from Thor, Jane Foster, instead. Her brown hair was down to a few inches past her shoulders. She was wearing jeans and a tan leather jacket; her shirt was white and had lace around the neck. I sighed and my head dropped disappointingly when I saw her, because I was trying to create a scenario and this wasn't what I had in mind.

"Hello, did you ask for me?" She sounded exactly like Jane Foster.

"No," I replied. "Sorry for the confusion. Is Elizabeth Ross around?"

Then I saw Elizabeth come up the stairs - it looked almost as if she wasn't walking, but more floating up the stairs. The last two or three steps did look normal, though. Portrayed in Liv Tyler's image, she too was wearing a brown leather jacket, although it was a chocolate brown, compared to Jane's lighter, almost tan jacket.

"Can we speak alone?" I asked Jane.

"Yeah," she said lightly. As I was facing her briefly, Elizabeth has appeared right beside me; when I turned to see her, I jumped a bit because of how much closer she was - it startled me.

Jane was gone now. That was weird.

The words I wanted to use came out perfectly, thanks to a high level of lucidity. "I couldn't risk saying this inside," I began. "I know a lot about you, probably... more than I should, but regardless. I know about Bruce."

She looked at me. I noticed that besides from the clothes, she almost resembled Arwen from Lord of the Rings - younger, in a sense, with longer hair, but I didn't want to be too picky about appearances. "I don't know who this Bruce is."

"Now's not the time to bullshit about this," I said, a bit fearful that I was losing both my dream control abilities and her actual character. A DC had behaved in an uninformed way once before, even though they were the exact character I'd wanted to show up.

"Do you know where he went? Where he is?" I pressed. I also asked this question again with a different wording, but I can't remember what exactly I'd said.

"No. I don't know where he is. But I'm thinking he's in B.C." She was a bit more open than I thought she'd be; I was hoping she'd think I was working as a military agent at first. Then she said, "who are you?"

"That's fine, thanks," I said, not wanting to struggle with any more dream control stuff.

Then I envisioned a squadron of military personnel coming up the stairs. Still looking out over the buildings in the city, I spun around when I heard a loud, metallic "thunk" on the ground behind me. I didn't expect that, but I did expect a confrontation - four or five men, in dark grey S.W.A.T. outfits and all holding metal, rifle-like guns, were crouched over them slightly and advancing towards me. Elizabeth spun around and started to panic. She said something inaudible.

"They're not here for you," I said, "they're here for me. I got information from them, and they didn't like that."

"What?" She sounded dazed, but incredulous.

"See you later," I told her the, starting to back up while keeping an eye on the people walking towards me.

And, I didn't mean to trip and fall off the side of the building (more like spin around and have an epic jump off the edge), but I did trip. Somehow, the edge of the building got way closer than I envisioned it before. My heel landed on the edge of the building and slid off, sending me backwards. I felt the air, and felt the dream start to blur vertically around me; on the way down, I was just saying angrily, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." I was certain I would lose the dream.

I didn't have more than three seconds before hitting the ground below, not feeling much of an impact at all; rather just the feeling of slowing down very fast, as if I'd landed and had sunk down a bit - but no, my feet were not in the cement; I'd landed normally. I looked up and noticed the building was much shorter than it was before; it was only three or four stories high now. I saw Elizabeth look over the edge, now wearing a white coat, but I didn't see the other people anymore. I did look around me, at street level, and observed a white strip of crosswalk rectangles; I was on the sidewalk, and there were no cars whatsoever. I looked around for S.H.I.E.L.D members. I didn't see anyone, but then I saw Whiplash's full-armor suit from the end of Iron Man 2 land in front of me, right on top of the crosswalk I'd seen earlier.

I was annoyed. I was expecting War Machine, but I hadn't visualized enough. "Wrong guy," I told him sternly, in the way I'd tell a character in a play to do something. "Go back, when I turn around, War Machine had better be there." I turned around and looked back; War Machine was now there - his suit looked thicker and slightly larger, especially around the shoulders and feet, but that was fine.

"You", I said in fake surprise. "You're still working with these fools?"

"Sorry man, I don't want to do this."

"Too bad, you're here now. Come on. Fight me. Set an example for everyone else up there."

War Machine held his arm out and fired a small, long bullet at me (it was just positioned loosely on top, without any attachments to the armor); it almost looked like that "ex-wife" thing that totally failed in the movie. This one, however, exploded when it hit me. I used my invulnerability, a very simple power, which let the fire slide right around and past me. The fire spread out and impeded my ability to see for an instance, but then it floated around me, as if there was a current in the air.

The air was filled with disbelief; I actually tried to make sure of this because I knew I was starting to lose my lucidity, and I wanted to keep the fight going with the same style and using the same plot. "Stay lucid, I'm dreaming, for crying out loud!" I said to myself.

As I become less and less lucid, the fight became less realistic. I got to hand-to-hand combat with War Machine, in which the blows only landed softly. When I was hit by a punch or another attack, I'd feel a bit of an impact, but then it'd slide off me like I was made of jello. When I punched his armor, I'd feel my hand flinch slightly, which I definitely didn't want to happen (not unless I was an ordinary character with no special abilities). At least I didn't lose in the end. He flew away a good two or three minutes afterwards; after he landed the last blow, in which I wiped my hand across my mouth and smirked confidently.