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    Hiya! Welcome to my inner sanctum. You'll find snacks and cookies on the left; the bathroom is on your right. Upstairs is where the scary things live. Don't go up there; I already called dibs.

    1. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 03:15 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      08.06.2010
      June Adv. ToTM Completion (DILD)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      My body lifts into the air as the elevator plunges into a free-fall. Alright, don't panic. I can control the speed of my decent via Flight.

      Oh, right, that means I'm dreaming. So, enacting my plan, I Fly down in tandem with the elevator. Unfortunately, the pull of gravity turns out to be a little too strong, and now I have less than a second to right myself before the inevitable impact. Luckily, I pull it off, and my feet and legs take the full brunt of of the blow.

      Prying open the elevator door, I walk out into the lobby. High profile contractors are still streaming in through the sliding-glass doors. What was my goal for tonight again? Pyrokinesis, wasn't it? Yeah, that sounds about right.

      My plans set, I raise my hands to either side of me. Then, pulling from my Heroes archetypes, I create a good sized orange flame in each one and begin to light the room ablaze. Jettisons of fire expelled from my palms and caught on the walls and ceiling. The DCs didn't really seem to notice.

      After the room was burning sufficiently, I felt the need for higher levels of destruction. Waving my arms around as if I were Fire Bending, I manage to increase the size and strength of the fire on one wall. Heading over to it, I bask in the heat of my creation. I say something along the lines of, "It is not the fire that warms me, it is I who warms the fire." Then, I take a bite out of a nearby sandal. It was delicious.
    2. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 03:13 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      Haven't had one of these kinda updates in awhile.

      02.06.2010
      Love and War (DEILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







      Dream: Never Gonna Give You Up
      ★★★☆☆
      My Girlfriend breaks up with me after seeing a girl I was teaching something to grab my hands. I try to explain the situation, but she storms off. I spend the rest of the dream trying to 'get her back', all the while slowly uncovering bits and pieces of a conspiracy that was designed to split us up.

      Fragment: Is Everything Okay?
      ★☆☆☆☆
      Raven Knight makes an appearance and seems concerned over my well being. I assure her everything is great and invite her to join whatever it was that was going on at the time.

      Fragment: Check This Out!
      ★★☆☆☆
      I'm showing random people the room I was staying in wherein Raven was sleeping on the bed.

      DILD: Flood Waters
      ★★☆☆☆
      I'm trying to navigate through my flooded dormitory via Hover.

      Realizing it's a dream, I exit the building through my neighbor's window and fly around a bit before waking into an FA.

      FA Into DILD: *CLASSIFIED*

      FA Into DILD: *ALSO CLASSIFIED*

      DEILD: DG Entrance Exam

      ★★★★☆
      Searching for a DG, I am hailed over by a DC who refused to be ignored. Going by the name of Burnes or Burmes (he pretended to play dumb when I re-asked him) he claimed to be a DG. Trusting him for the moment, I asked him if he could train me. "What do you mean?" he asked.

      "Can you fight?" He responded with a wide, toothy, inhuman grin, boasting about his skill, using terminology I didn't quite catch. From there we begin to spar. Neither of us can get a decent hit in with our swords, and he absorbed or ignored my fairly wimpy energy blasts. Things started to get serious when I went Bankai and subsequently pulled down my Vizard mask.

      As my desire to kill and destroy grew stronger, he and the environment transformed. Him into a large muscular man with a smooth, black, oval, almost demonic, silver accented head. The environment into an apocalyptic and hellish version of my neighborhood. Immediately, he unleashed a ridiculous volley of elemental attacks into me, which just as quickly took their toll.

      Falling back to earth, I feel myself dying. But I wasn't giving in that easily. As he passed by to my right, I quickly righted myself and unleashed a powerful bolt of lightening through his heart. Shocked, he returned to normal, and before he could anything else I trapped his head in an orange tornado immobilizing him. Then I woke up.
    3. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 03:09 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      22.05.2010
      Green Grass, High Tides, and Tall Drops (DILD)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      Looking down at her finished painting, I smiled at the stick figures it had taken her five Fast Forwards to complete. It was a rough depiction of a hilled cliff-side, and each person in the piece was crudely labeled. Well, let's see what I can do. I grab her hand.

      "Hold on tight."

      I Teleport.

      The world around us spins as it fades almost instantaneous into blackness. Remembering the painting of the supposed future, I reach my other hand down into the void and feel the cool dew-covered grass that was going to be beneath us momentarily. Sure enough, we reach our destination.

      Vivid blue skies with their whiter than white clouds lined the green-hilled cliff-side. In the distance, deep-blue shining oceans met the lighter colored skyline. The beauty of this place was both surprising and awe-inspiring. A little ways below us were a few of the characters from the painting, lounging on the edge of the cliff. I let go of the painter's hand, and she immediately took off.

      Wanting to really bring the picture to life, I started rolling down the hill. Spinning, spinning, ever faster, alternating blue skyline and green grass--oh the wonder of it all. And then I ran out of ground.

      Shit.

      As it was, my current trajectory would land me face first into some rocks protruding from the cliff-face about a hundred feet down. Not fun. Turning mid-fall, I powerfully kick off from the side of the cliff, netting me just enough distance to have nothing but air between me and the water 300 feet below. Tumbling downward, I couldn't help but think, Hitting the water at this height will be like hitting concrete.

      Thanks rationality, you're a real life-saver.

      Not wanting to take the easy route out and fly away, I let myself drop, picking up speed every second. Almost at the water, I brought my feet below me, pointed my toes downward, and crossed my arms in front of my chest. Below, several groups of people were already in the ocean, enjoying the relatively calm waters. Almost there. . .

      SPLOOSH!

      The sensation as my feet broke the surface and my body shot down into the refreshingly brisk water was beyond words. A blue universe surrounded me, and I didn't have a care in the world. Floating there, weightless, pumping cold liquid though my lungs, I relished the experience. I didn't want to wake up.

      So, I didn't. . .

      Not for awhile anyways. >.>
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    4. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:58 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      27.04.2010
      Assault (Non-lucid)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      Flitting down through the air, I weave between the surreal structures of the Central Tower. Halfway down, I watch as a fellow Special is sliced to pieces by the psychic tantrum 'Alpha' was throwing within the Complex. Instinctively, I knew the same was happening to Specials across the city. The kid has lost it. If something wasn't done soon, every Special in the city would be dead by sundown. . .

      Far from the tower, I still felt the effects of Alpha's continually siege. What I should do about it remained in question. Without warning my vision began to violently flicker. Pulsating with bright purple static, my sight was fading as my head began pounding from the psychic pressure. I needed to find a safe-haven.

      "Go to the Burger King." A deep powerful voice surrounded me as I hovered there. Yes, of course! I flew at full speed toward the Burger King I knew to be beyond the tree line, located on one of the bay's inlets. The pressure grew stronger and stronger as I traveled; if I didn't make it there soon, it would all be over.

      As the Burger King came within view, the attack on my psyche subsided just as suddenly as it had begun. Relieved to be within the safety of the Pylon, I relaxed a bit, even though every other special out there had most likely been killed. "Now, assemble the monsters here into one container. If all of them are let loose within the city, Alpha will be forced to deal with them, without your help this time."

      The disembodied voice is right. If I were to place all these docile Godzilla rejects scattered about the bay into a single holding area, I might be able to transport them into the middle of the city. Alpha's fit would then cause all the monsters to lose the mental blocks I put on them long ago. Their rampage should snap Alpha out of whatever the hell set him off, and hopefully he'll spend the rest of his energy stopping them.

      I got to work, and in no time flat I had collected all the creatures in the bay into one huge container. Putin my arms against the box, I hear the voice again "Concentrate!" I activate Teleport, taking myself and the box to center of the city. Instantly, the monsters inside begin freaking out. They tear through the holding crate and begin destroying the city. Okay, now I need to get the hell out. Teleporting away, I feel the assault fade away. It's going to take awhile to clean this mess up. . .
      Tags: 4 star, fly, teleport
      Categories
      non-lucid
    5. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:53 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      19.04.2010
      The Race (DILD)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      And so, with gusto, my new friends and I took to the highways. I was on a small, sleek, and terribly fast motorcycle while these three strange creatures trailed behind me. Each one of them meant me harm. I knew that, and had confronted them about it earlier. The wispy woman, whose body was made entirley of formless darkness seemed taken aback when I mentioned it. Each of them was even more surprised when I explained that, despite their ill will, I would accept and welcome them with open arms. For, I knew they could cause me no real harm, and maybe showing them just a smidgen of kindess would help to change them at a deeper level. Regardless, that was all behind us now. What lay ahead was an open road filled was fun, adventure, and daring!

      Only minutes after starting our journey I found myself taking a detour. Apparently, there was an intense motorcycle race going on, and I wanted to join in. Seamlessly, the motorway I was traveling on branched off into a race-track. Upwards of twelve racers zoomed past me and my group. With a glint in my eye, I zoomed off after them, planning to win this race using any means necessary. By sheer force of will, I pushed my bike faster and faster until, within seconds, only two competitors stood between me and first.

      Revving my motor, I barreled into the racer in front of me, clipping his wheel and sending him spiraling out of control. One down, one to go. Reaching out with my mind, I forcefully launched the leader, motorcycle and all, 20 feet into the air. He lost his grip on his bike as man and machine shot off the course, tumbling over the concrete wall, out of sight, out of mind, out of luck. I was home free. Excitement and happiness welled up from my core as the finish line came into view. Everything started to fade. . .

      NO!

      Quickly utilizing my own personal focus techniques I managed to stabilize just enough to keep myself in the dream. Gritting my teeth, determination etched upon my face, I refused to let the dream end before achieving my goal. My bike slowed as my focus shifted. Sensing the other riders gaining on me, I gripped the handlebars ferociously and, with one last push, shot forward, clearing the distance between me and the finish line in a fraction of a moment.

      As peace settled in, the last thing I saw was the pale smiling face of the smoke woman. I could feel, without a doubt, that she was genuinely happy for me. I woke up, content.
      Categories
      lucid
    6. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:48 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      ??.02.2010
      Raven: The Spar (DILD)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      "M---?" Hrm. . ? Someone is saying my name. "M---!" The room around me starts to come into focus. My consciousness catches up with me and I encounter the woman calling my name whom I recognize as. . .

      "Raven?" She hugs me in response, but I can't make out anything above her neck; it's just one big blur. "Why is your head blurry?" I ask.

      "I don't know. Try focusing on something." I comply and go through some focus exercises. I turn toward the scene around us: a nice sized house with wooden furnishings and squared archways between rooms. Sure enough, her facial features becomes clear and defined. Medium length black hair fell about her smiling face. I controlled my excitement to prevent waking up. This is what We've planned for.

      I pull out my blade. "Don't take this personally or anything, but I want you to remember this." I dash in for a strike. She whips a Claymore out of nowhere and deflects my blow. She steps in for an attack, but I spin around, stopping the thrust with my Katana, above my head. She's fast. We're both fast. I'm pulling off moves that surprise even me. One of them, a horizontal slash to midsection, manages to make contact. I barely feel resistance as the tip of my sword passes through her belly.

      No blood, odd. This brief moment of wonderment allows her to get inside my defenses and thrust her blade into my stomach. I manage to jump back just in time to avoid being run all the way through. Surprisingly, I don't feel any pain. I decide to turn it up a notch. Bankai would be unnecessary, but I could try a bit harder. Again, I start my attack. A few fancy moves later and my blade finds its way jabbed into her heart. I stop it before it can do any real damage, but we both agree to call it at that.

      In the fray I had failed to notice the presence of a small boy. On a second glance, I realized, at a deeper level, this is no ordinary boy.

      Upon waking I recognized him as that one boy from the X-Files. The child who held the key to everything Mulder had been searching for all these years.

      I speak with him for a moment, but everything he says is difficult for me to comprehend, which is saying something. I turn my attention back to Raven, who seems to be distracted by something. "Hey Raven!" She looks up. "I want to try something on you, specifically your Witchblade, do you mind?" She shakes her head. "Cool!"

      I put my left arm out, Katana still grasped in my right hand. "Chidori!" Screaming blue electricity enveloped my left palm and arm. I ran the electricity along the length of my Katana, creating a blue strip of powerful energy along the middle of the weapon. I swing it at her to test it out. Her Claymore flips out again to stop my playful swipe. My blade starts to slide into hers a bit, but her blade seemed to be actively resisting being cut. I pulled mine back.

      "Chidori!" I follow the same procedure as before, but this time I spread the energy out over the entire sword. "Theoretically," I tell her, "This should be able to cut through anything." I thrust at her. Jointed blue armor forms around her body. The tip of my Chidori charged Katana makes contact with the armor covering her chest. A loud crack resounds through the room as my blade causes the Witchblade to crack and splinter around its tip. Despite this, however, my sword gets stuck before it makes its way all the way through the armor.

      I pull it out and toss it to the side. "I hope I didn't startle you too much. That's just something I've been wanting to try for awhile." She seems distracted again and wanders off into the house. I turn my attention back to the child. There's another presence here now. Something I can feel, but cannot see. I pay it no mind.

      The boy and I spend the rest of the dream discussing various topics. Unfortunately, it's hard for me to understand him. After awhile, I inform him that I was going to wake up now, since I had already spent so much time in the dream. He nods solemnly and I take my leave.
    7. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:46 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      12.02.2010
      The End (Non-lucid)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      VRRRRRRMMMM--VVVRRRRRRR! My father and I were speeding home after just narrowly escaping from a zombie filled corporate building. "Something's not right." He says, as we screech around a corner.

      "What's wrong?" I ask.

      "I don't know, the controls are all weird. Bleh! Hold on!" He guns the sleek black car down the straightaway to our house and whips the back around. His expert driving parks us right in front of our neighbor's mailbox in a flurry of smoke and burning rubber. He gets out of the car hurriedly and goes inside their house. Out of nowhere, a friend of mine jumps into the driver seat and turns the engine back on.

      "The hell are you doing?!" I exclaim in protest.

      "What's it look like I'm doing?" She rolls her eyes at me and takes the car back out into the main street outside my court. "Huh, that's weird." She is all over the road and seems to have absolutely no control over the car.

      Frustrated, I shout at her "Get out of the way!" moving her to the side I take the wheel. To my surprise, the turning was, indeed, quite f-ed up. Spinning the wheel in any given direction would cause the car to drift off to the opposite side. It only takes me a moment to get the hang of it, though, and before we know it I've maneuvered my way back into the previous parking position. I get out of the car and look up to the smoky orange sky. What I see only confirms my fears. It's the end of the world.

      Large clusters of missiles and bombs are being shot high into the sky and scattered all around the area. I turn toward the house and see my dad motioning for me to hurry my ass inside. I don't hesitate for a moment. Leaving my friend behind, I rush inside the house only to have one of the falling pieces of ordinance crash through the roof and violently pass through my leg. Surprisingly, I feel no pain. My dad takes one look at the small brown and red blinking object on the floor and his eyes go wide. "Quick! Downstairs now!"

      As we close the door behind us an explosion rocks the house. My father pulls out a shotgun and explains we would have to hold out here for the time being. I understand completely.

      Time lapses, and it turns out the world had been taken over by sentient robots. I'm watching a scene where two of them, who look exactly like me (apparently the thing that passed through my leg collected a DNA sample), discuss breaking into our stronghold. They conclude that if they both go they would lose only one robot life in exchange for the two humans residing below. "Acceptable losses," they called it.

      Meanwhile, the rest of the invasion force is searching for the last hope humanity has for survival: The Avatar (think more 'last airbender' not the popular movie). Long story short, they find her, and end her life in a most spectacular fashion. All hope is officially lost. . .
    8. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:42 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      Here's another "short" part of the long LD. I might do another one later too. Try to guess which one of the ones I posted happened first. XD

      14.01.2010
      A Dark Reality (DILD)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      The following excerpt comes from an hour+ long LD.

      Is that. . ? A Mew?

      "Mew!" the pink Pokemon coos as it floats about in the air before me. It's stylized, exactly as it would be in the anime or a drawing. It seems like it wants me to follow it. Sure enough, it starts zipping away through the brightly, and naturally, lit building motioning for me with its tail.

      I take off at a run, but it just isn't fast enough. Fly gets toggled on, but I'm still only barely able to keep up as it darts over and around various beams and corners. Before long, I lose track of it. Not giving up, I go the direction I think it went, which leads me outside to. . . my court?

      There's the Mew, hovering high above my driveway. Dropping to the ground, I follow it to the street in the middle of the culdesac. The cloudless blue sky shone brightly and clearly, and to my surprise many more small airborne Pokemon scattered the sky around my neighborhood. I felt oddly at peace.

      The Mew, still in the air, motions to the street below. Particularly, it motions to a strange portal. The portal looks almost like an old oil spill: A shiny, dark, blue, film-like, center with moving wavy gold loops along the outside. The whole thing is sparking visible bolts of electricity all around the inside. I couldn't make out what was on the other side. I didn't know what the Mew wanted me to do. I figure jumping through it wouldn't hurt. Maybe someone I know will be on the other side? I take the plunge.

      The oddest feeling rushes over me as I quickly slide into the opening. I don't have time to savor it as I'm spat out into a brand new world that is. . . also my court? Weird. Weirder still is the blood red, black streaked, sky above me. It is unsettling. I don't have time to take that in either, because before I know it some humanoid creatures start to approach me. They look mostly human, but their features are augmented by spiky jaws, white bony skin, and claw like fingers. At least they're wearing clothes.

      "Git 'im." One of them says to the other. It try to pull out my Katana, but they're on me too fast. One gets my arms into a lock behind my head, while the other subdues my feet. Things are looking really bad. What the hell was I supposed to do now?

      Fire! Instinct takes over and large jets of molten hot fire shoot out of the ground around me in an large Area of Effect. This feat startles the creatures into loosening their grip on me. Instead of simply breaking free, however, I take control of the very earth itself, forcing huge jagged spikes to jut out of the ground. The creatures are killed instantaneously. Their bodies and clothes are rent to shreds, freeing me from their grasps.

      I think I'm free and clear, but almost right away I see there are more of them coming for me. One of them has a really long Katana. I reach down to my side and quickly pull out my sword. It's not nearly long enough. Before I can use a finger trick to extend it the guy with the Katana attacks me. It's all I can do to block it in time.

      The others start to surround me. There's around five or six of them, all with similar features to the last two guys. They're grinning widely, some of them let out a sinister chuckle. I'm freaking out. I keep my stance, but back up as to not let any of them behind me. An almost paralyzing fear and worry gripped me. What had I gotten myself into? Everything was so nice and peaceful before. . .

      Regardless, I had a battle to fight. I strike out at the guy with the Katana. My cut only goes skin deep. He looks down at it and laughs maniacally, mockingly, violently swatting my blade out of his skin with his own. He swings at me again. I block, backing up even further, now entering my garage. I perform a quick volley of assaults, faster than the average eye could follow. All of them hit their mark, but again, all of them only pierce the topmost layer of skin.

      I was getting nervous. It had to be my blade. I needed a new one. How about his? Instinctively, I pull on all my archetypes that involve severing limbs. I ended up focusing on the Monty Python and The Holy Grail scene in which King Arthur fights the Black Knight. I swat down at his arm sloppily, I don't need to actually cut it. Sure enough, his arm plops off nice and cleanly.

      Their smiles turn to displeased grimaces as I grab the long blade from the air before gravity could take hold of it, throwing my old one to the side. "What the hell?" the now armless creature bellows. I proceed to quickly sever the right arms of all the creatures in the same manner, lightly and sloppily 'pushing' on their shoulder socket with the tip of my new sword. "Aww, that's just fucking idiotic," says the guy who had previously owned the Katana.

      Suddenly, they all look out to the distance. What's going on? Is something happening out there? The same one speaks again: "You all go and take care of it. This kid ain't got nothin'. I'll deal with him myself." He regenerates his arm and sword as the others take off into the darkness outside. I'm still slowly backing up, on my garage stairs now.

      My opponent gives me a smirk. Sensing my continued fear. We're at the top of the stairs. He rushes at me, I quickly open the door and step to the left, parrying as I did so. Before he could recover, I whipped myself and my Katana around severing his blade arm in a downward thrust. I follow that up with a swift kick to his side, knocking him clumsily into the house. Before he can come back out, I sever his other arm and close the door on him. I focus on the lock and do something to it so it can't be opened from the inside.

      After a moment of waiting, I realize I'm home free. I discard my blade and head out to the street. What was this place? Could Raven be here by chance. . ?
    9. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:29 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      29.12.2009
      The Atrium (DILD)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      Around me was a gathering of students of all trades and disciplines. Okay, most of them were Comp Sci, students, but that's not the point. The point is, the group seemed diverse. All of us were inside of this huge atrium. The Balcony above us surrounding the area, the tunnels that branched off, and the general architecture had the look and feel of Hogwarts.

      However, there was no magic going on in these walls. Instead we had all been assigned a winter break project that was due tonight at midnight. It was already 10:54 PM and all of us had to write a two page paper on the functionality of the memory allocator we wrote before break. I questioned a STB about it, wondering if we had already done something similar. He rebuked me, and stated he had already finished his paper and had given it some fancy name. A guy who was supposed to be our professor laughed from across the room and commended STB.

      After that we started to toss a Frisbee around. One side of the atrium, vs. the other. I kept missing my opportunity to get the Frisbee, and everyone on my team was sucking something awful, so I started to cheat. I used TK to do some fancy throws that weren't even possible. I also used my powers to direct the Frisbee into my hands whenever someone threw it. However, after a long time, it seemed as if my TK was waning.

      Wait, this is a dream, how can I be getting tired from overuse of my TK? I can't even properly lift that balloon over there. This is pathetic. I lift off into the sky and float over to the second floor balcony that wrapped around the middle of the atrium. I decide to test how much energy I really have left.

      "Chidori!"

      Blue sparks fly from my right arm, a massive charge builds up in my palm, and all the while an all encompassing screeching fills the room. I slash my arm into a nearby stone wall to test it out, and sure enough, it cuts into it with ease, but not as deep as I would have liked.

      I decide to have a bit of fun, completely forgetting any and all goals. I jump down into the middle of the crowd, and shout, "Alright! This is how it's gonna go down! All of you, against me!" Everyone looked at me funny, a few people to my left start to come at me. I whip out a bo-staff and begin to twirl it around, charging at them. I knock a few to the side, before drawing them into a small foyer that leads to another hallway into the the atrium. Several of the people from the room attack me, grinning wildly, but a few good knocks to the head and chest take them out quite handily.

      Suddenly, a girl walks through the archway. She is dressed much more ornately than these previous louts, and carries a huge staff-like sword. Several sweeping halberd-esque blades protruded from the long, thin staff at the blade's core. They shone brightly and were framed from behind with beautiful red and gold waves. Well, that's cool.

      She swings it at me, but I parry it to the side, stepping in and hitting her shoulder with my simple black staff. She tries for another swipe, but I block, and return a strike of my own, this time across her head. We go back and forth like this for awhile, before her frustration builds to a peak. A downward strike from her blade is met with a swift kick from my boot.

      Hilariously enough, her blade gets lodged in the thick leather bottoms of my boot. She tries to pull out her blade, but can't, a look of surprise on her face. I twist my foot and disarm her, taking her blade for myself. I ditch my staff, and test out my new bounty. A quick slash cuts away at her poofy clothes, but does not draw blood. I thrust the blade into her. "Oh, fuck." She says, looking down at the gaping wound in her chest. I can see the life drain out of her as she goes limp. I pull out my blade and head back into the atrium.

      Everyone inside is playing some silly game in groups around the room. "What the hell is this?! I thought I told you all to fight me." I take a large arcing slash at the people in the group before me, cutting into the necks of everyone there, spilling their blood onto the floor. They just turned in shock and stared at me, in a semi-circle. I took to the air as people started screaming around me and running for the doors. Soon enough, the room was completely empty except for a few people scattered around the room who just stood there calmly.

      "Where did everyone go?" I asked them.

      "All the stupid ones left." One of the remaining people said.

      I wanted to investigate further, but the dream started to slip and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

      Well, I guess I could have tried to stay in a little bit longer. >.>

      Updated 06-22-2010 at 09:10 AM by 25167

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    10. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:27 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      26.12.2009
      A Typical Night (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







      The following summary of my night, which is fairly typical, shows you why I don't normally update on non-lucid nights.

      Dream: Funny Faces

      ★★★☆☆
      A friend of mine broke into a construction site, and a cameraman caught it all on camera. It was a rather funny scene actually. The next day they were looking to arrest him, but he had already gotten himself hired as the site manager.

      Dream: All hail the mighty Eye!
      ★★★☆☆
      There was this weird circle with a dot on it in this parking garage. It was posted all over the place with a warning message several yards away: "Warning: Symbol Becomes All Seeing Eye When No One is Paying Attention." Sure enough, it became an eye that followed my movements every time I looked away.

      What followed this revelation were shenanigans that involved me fusing with the eye and letting it see and interpret information for me. Kinda trippy.

      Dream: Computers is a Neato Major!
      ★★☆☆☆
      A college dream that had me hanging out with a bunch of friends. The normal drama ensued. Also, pretty much everyone I knew was having trouble with two programming projects I hadn't even started yet. One of them was writing a large program entirely in assembly. I reminded them it was much easier to write it all out in C first and then convert it over.

      Then, when I was working on the assembly one in class. The President of the school comes in with a small girl who is apparently touring various universities. She starts talking about how cool a major in computers would be, but the Pres reminds her there are 3 distinct area of studies to consider, not just one.

      Dream: I'll teach you life skills.
      ★★★☆☆
      I was a substitute teacher for a Kindergarten class. I had to pass back papers, but I didn't know any of the kids names, so I had the assistant do that while I prepared a video. After the movie, I showed them all how to mod nerf guns. Power tools are fun kids!

      Fragment: Not again. . .
      ★☆☆☆☆
      Another fragment about discussing lucidity, but not actually getting lucid off of it. I'm pretty sure I even used powers in this one, too. . .

      Dreams: Personal dreams are personal.
      ★★★★☆
      *insert 2 personal dreams here*

      Yeah. My recall is ballin'.
    11. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:21 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      Update. This dream is from a couple nights ago. I had fun with it, so I wrote it down. Also, I have a new retroactive format for the whole picture thing. See if you can figure it out! ^.^


      21.12.2009
      Aerial HvZ (Non-lucid)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      Here's a fun little non-lucid.

      I was having trouble modding a Nitefinder. Doing a somewhat advanced mod that I was making up as I went along, I couldn't line up the barrel/plunger tube extension to the position I wanted it in. It didn't help that the hot glue I was using to set things in place was Super Glue brand. Apparently, Super Glue brand hot glue expands as it dries. This made my life incredibly difficult as I tried to, very precisely, line up a certain piece, only to have the glue push it forward and skew the alignment.

      So, there I sat, at a desk, in a classroom, in my old high school with my tools laid out before me. Suddenly, my old English teacher came in. Now, he's a pretty cool guy, as one could tell from the excited, yet casual, greetings he got from the students around me. Unfortunately, he had a hypothetical situation for us to solve. Two teens can only speak in abbreviated Xbox Live Smack Talk. It is up to us to prove that they can form 400-odd complete, logical, and grammatically correct sentences given only the following phrase list.

      Not surprisingly, the listed consisted of short one-liners such as "Your mother," "Pwned nub," and "Cracker licker." The class started racking their brains trying to come up with a way to prove it was possible. I thought about it for a second, realized not all the parts of speech were present, decided that it wasn't possible, and went about my modding.

      Around me, the scene changed. I found myself in a dark auditorium on a wooden bench. My peers were now discussing HvZ instead of that silly thought problem. The leader of the organization was there. Apparently, a short game was being prepared. The humans had been given clues and had to figure out the best way to go about their objective. I was still working on my mod, getting slightly more frustrated each passing minute. They turned to me, wondering why I hadn't offered any input. I explained I would internalize everything and make the proper decision when the time came.

      Sure enough, that time did come. The President sent out all of the humans, but I stayed behind, finishing up my work. She called to me, joking that the zombies didn't want to wait in ambush forever. That's it! I thought as I gathered up my gear. Leaving my Berserker behind, all I took was my coat and a Nightfinder. "The answer is to Fly!"

      I toggled on Fly and shot out through the doors of the auditorium, into the playing field. The course was a large multi-tiered decking of sorts, with narrow walkways, wooden ledges, and plenty of trees and bushes to hide in. I flew off to the side and immediately spotted rustling in the bushes. I waited for the zombie to jump out at me before nailing him with my NF. I reloaded faster than is humanly possible and started making my way through the course, staying just out of arm's reach from people on the ground.

      Flying over a populated area with chairs and tables, I spotted a few zombies trying to blend in with the crowd. Randrew was among them. Worried about hitting any civies with my overpowered NF, I quickly darted away, deeper into this strange area.

      Before long, I ended up facing down three zombies with only my NF to rely on. One was in front of me, and two were behind me on a raised deck. I managed to take out the one in front of me, but LE managed to grab my foot from behind. It seemed that flying wasn't the answer after all. . .
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    12. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:20 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      I'm gonna be sure to keep lucid moments in the present tense from now on, and non-lucid stuff in the past tense, since I feel that is more interesting, makes for a better read, and gives more importance to the lucid parts.

      17.12.2009
      Pirates vs. Ninjas (DILD)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      So, I'm in the final stretch. I have a bit of a break so I figured I'll spend some time on my DJ. Here's a short lucid I had last night that was kinda fun.

      The lead up to lucidity was somewhat interesting. Typical dream family life continued as per usual. I played the lives of two family members and did everything I could to keep it a secret from everybody. Characters from Family Guy were also there. There was some kind of event going on that nobody wanted to attend, so Chris had a fat girl fill in for him, hoping no one would notice.

      Not being an idiot like the rest of the family, I did notice, and confronted her about it, asking her how much he was going to pay her, and alternatively if she would get paid if her cover was blown. She said she would get 50 bucks either way since Chris isn't really that smart. My chance to extort a little money from her backfired so I made my way out of the house, to my court. I made it all the way down to the end of my driveway when I saw five teenagers approach me. One whispered to the other something about sticking to the plan as they started to circle me. Well, if it's a fight they want, then it's a fight they'll get.

      Good thing this is all a dream, I think, as I reach both hands down to my left side, otherwise I wouldn't be able to do this. I feel the scabbard in my left hand and the fabric wrapping the hard sturdy hilt of my Katana in my right. I start to unsheathe it. It doesn't make a sound as I pull, so I provide my own (even though it's not supposed to make a sound if you do it right). I also put the sheath and blade out, horizontally, in front of me so I can see it as I pull it out. The steel blade is dark and cold, ignoring the searing sunlight above and refusing to shine as I finish my draw and bring it into a basic stance.

      The teenagers back up a step. A look of surprise on their faces. Still, one of them had already managed to get behind me. I watch his shadow on the ground and listen for any sign of attack. He rushes at me. Smirking, I let him get a little bit closer before I flip my stance and flick my blade around, thrusting it into his abdomen, so quickly all he can do is gasp and stand there, shocked by my speed and form. I twist and tear the blade out through his side. There's no blood, and his skin is unusually hard to cut. This should be interesting.

      A few others come at me, a look of anger on their faces. I attack them fiercely, but my slashes only cut so deep as their rock hard skin stops my blade from proceeding any further into their bodies. Another one tries to surprise me from behind. I do the same trick I did with the other guy and he jumps back in surprise, and fear, to avoid the thrust, throwing his arms up comically as he does so.

      The leader tries to take advantage of my move and jumps at me from the side. I whip my sword around and slice off his arm. Suddenly, the dream glitches out and everything seems to split and slide in differing directions at the point where I cut through his arm. Woah, what's going on? I focus for a second, and everything comes back together in a snap. Unfortunately, he still has his arm.

      I take a relaxed stance as the teens around me stop their assault. "Okay, I think that's enough." Their leader, the guy I just cut, says. "We were wondering if you wanted to join our group."

      "What group?" I ask.

      "Oh, we're part of an organization that sets up fun battles, kinda like this. See, we're Ninjas, but we needed some people to be Pirates, and we were hoping you could be a Pirate for us."

      "Huh?"

      "We have a website if you want to check it out: it's piratesvsninjas.com. There's a bunch of servers set up where we can play games with each other online from the PC or the Xbox, and can use a glitch to sometimes transfer those games over to dreams."

      "You mean, like, shared dreams?"

      "Yeah! We can have 2 on 2 fights, 4 on 4's, and 8 on 8's! It's a lot of fun."

      "This is just silly."

      "No, it's really cool! Here! I'll show you the website!"

      He whipped out a laptop. By this point I was no longer lucid. I took the computer from him and opened up my DJ for some reason. I told him to give me a sec and that I had to check something. I noticed an entry about a dream in which I wrote, in my Dream Journal, about a dream that happened inside the dream. It had a character in it named IceIceIceDawg.

      Then a loud noise woke me up.
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      lucid
    13. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:15 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      02.12.2009
      It's time to F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-fight! (MILD)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      Normally, I'd have a nice little story about how it all happened. A cliche line about realization sweeping over me, and then BAM! enter the red text. This time around I have no idea what made me lucid. It just kinda happened. Maybe MILDs are the way to go. 4 lucids from 4 attempts seems pretty solid to me. Regardless, here I stood, face to face with JTG, mohawk and all.

      Now, JTG is a pretty swell guy. I knew he wouldn't take it the wrong way when I did what I was planning to do. You see, I haven't had a good fight for awhile, and I was just itching for one, and JTG just happened to be in the right place at the right time. "Let's fight." I say to him.

      "O-Okay?" WHAM! I land a solid blow on his chest. He stumbles back a bit before coming at me with his own attack. I block and deflect, and from there the fight truly began. We volleyed back and forth, exchanging a torrent of blows with Matrix-esque flair. It was pretty even, so I decided to turn it up a notch.

      I Flash Stepped to his right side and pounded a few punches into his shoulder and back. He came to counter attack, but I Flash Stepped to his left side, doing the same. Again with the counter attack, but he was too slow for yet another fast as light movement from me. As I positioned myself directly under him I grabbed his waist and leapt into the air. I did a full frontal flip and brought JTG crashing down into the ground, utterly mutilating his legs and knees as he tried to stop the fall with them.

      But wait! A twist! Somehow, someway, we had switched places and it was I crushed into the now shattered concrete floor. I fixed my legs with a little willpower and got up, my lucidity waning. I thanked my good friend for the fight and after that. . .

      I woke up shortly after. No recall past the fight.
      Tags: 4 star, fight
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      lucid
    14. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:13 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      I dedicate this entry to Loaf, for making me want to keep up with his awesome DJ.

      30.11.2009
      Rebellion (MILD)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      I MILDed before bed. This is something new I'm going to start doing consistently. Wish me luck.

      The dream up until the point I got lucid was somewhat interesting. It all took place in this large facility that was a mix between an academic building and a hospital. Some friends of mine were playing some kind of game of catch, most likely Frisbee, when I suddenly thought to myself,

      Wait. . . This is a dream. I was so sure in myself that a reality check was not needed. Everything was strikingly clear and felt so real, from the tan pillars that rose into the ceiling of this atrium to the people and their detailed clothes and expressions. I turned away from my friends, taking myself out of the plot for just a moment. I should stabilize a bit before trying anything. I take my hands and rub them together, focusing on the sensation, I turn to the pillars, see their textures, and run my hand along them, wrapping my arm around it as I went.

      Now, I felt grounded and confident. I decide to try out my TK on some nearby object, but something seems off. I can't make the connection with the objects like I normally would, so it fails. Slightly disappointed and taken aback by this, as I had just recently (in another lucid) ripped an entire house off its foundations and thrown chunks of it at some enemy DCs and was now failing to lift a small ball of fluff, I did not lose focus. The plot was still progressing around me, and it was somewhat interesting, so I decided to play along.

      I opened the front doors and the light poured in, obscuring my vision for a moment before coming back into focus. To my surprise, this building was located right smack dab in the middle of a large body of water! And there were Viking-esque ships rowing around the complex! I took a step back from the water. It looked so real and menacing with its clear waters followed quickly by a dark and murky drop off; it was scary.

      One of the ships stopped rowing and everyone on board stared at the people at the door ferociously. The DCs around me dropped to their knees. Only I remained standing, but the stares continued. I tried to flip their boat over with my TK, but it didn't work for the same reasons, so I decided it would be best to drop down as well to avoid confrontation.

      It was then explained that these Vikings were keeping all the DCs in here hostage. I figured it would be fun to invoke a rebellion. I take to the air and hover over the Building DCs rallying them to my cause. And so it began.

      I left them to do most of the planning .In the meantime, I was testing out some of my abilities. I was having trouble with my ol' electricity attacks, so I just took a stance and let loose a Chidori. The signature blue lightning encompassed my arm and the accompanying screeching clawed at my ears. I sliced my arm at the nearest wall and it cut through like butter for a good two feet. This is going to be a fun attack.

      Some time passes and the plan is set. We're going to escape out the back and destroy any opposition that faces us. Most of the destruction will be up to me, apparently. Might as well get some help. A cool idea that crosses my mind would be to summon some Creatures from the Magic: The Gathering universe. I decide to start small with a card we all know and love, Mogg Fantastic.

      Sure enough, I manage to summon the guy and oh boy does he look cool being all realistic and such. He was wearing a grey trench coat, though, which was weird, but I didn't question it. I told him the game plan and what he had to do. He seemed pretty capable. Next up, Slivers.

      For the uninitiated, Slivers are Creatures that become exponentially more powerful with each additional Sliver in play. I only summon about five or six, but they're the biggies. All the Legendaries, and some of the more powerful Non-Legendary ones. I have them lead the charge out the back door. I fly right behind them, the rest of the DCs at my rear. The Vikings are waiting for us and unleash a volley of nerf into me. I just take all the hits, I mean, seriously, it's Nerf. . .

      From there, the dream degrades into me deciding what kind of darts to use in my Longshot clips. I wake up shortly after that.
    15. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:10 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      06.11.2009
      The Search For Ice: Consultation (DILD)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      *non lucid about a perverted yeti and shooting it with a Barret .50 Cal. goes here*

      *realization that I'm dreaming after worrying about opening and closing a door and having the yeti reappear goes here*

      How vivid! Thus the apple juice has proven its worth, three nights in a row. Now, to the air! As I fly off my front porch and skim the grass, the girl from before rushes out, still angry at me for not trying to take out the yeti any sooner, keeping up with my speed. "Wonderful dream we're having." I comment, smiling widely. She smiles back, anger disappearing, and rushes ahead. Goodbye, character of my mind, I will never see you again.

      Oh, what to do? I think to myself, rising slowly into the air. Oh, yes, I need to speak with my Dream Guide. This won't be too hard, I think. "When I turn around, my Dream Guide will be in the court below me." The sun shines off the sleek black roof before me. I can see the reflection of everything behind me, but I ignore it verily. TURN! Aha, what is that figure dressed in green lying on the asphalt so far below? Surely, it is my Dream Guide!

      I fly toward the female, dropping to the ground as I get closer. I reach out my hand and pull her up. Oh, I'd recognize that face and this strange feeling of, what, connection(?), anywhere. But, alas, something is amiss. She is so young and petite. It is her face, her hair, her presence, but much younger than I've ever seen. We greet each other with a smile. And I go right into why I've called for her. "I have some questions for you, about Ice."

      "I know, but first you have to do something for me."

      "What is it?"

      "Take me to Narnia Castle."

      "Okay, let's go."

      *change in tense and style because I'm getting lazy*

      We head off. She runs ahead of me, taking my hand and pulling me along. My hands are dry, so I wet them and rub them together. She tries to take my hand again, but I don't want her to have to grab my wet hand, so I let the sleeves of my green Trench Coat fall past my hands.

      I have no idea where we're going, or why she'd want to go to a place like that, whatever it may be. "Narnia Castle will be right up there when we pass those houses." I see buildings past the houses on the left street from my court. And straight ahead a strange could formation is being created at building level. "Or, if not, it'll form from those weird clouds right there."

      We make it all the way to the end, but there's no obvious castle or building which we should enter. Suddenly a person calls out to us, pointing out the building behind them as the entrance to where we wanted to go. We head inside. She lets go of my hand and I start to feel myself slipping away. I can't hold onto the dream, and sure enough, I wake up.

      Well, looks like I have some time to write this all down. De derp. All done, now to publish it. De derp. Great. I guess I'll check some email before the test. Oh, look my Dream Guide has replied to my journal. I am currently not noticing that I am in some kind of metro eatery style place or something and my DG is right outside the window. Instead I am having this conversation as I'm reading it. Hearing our voices as I go through. "What did that Castle thing have to do with Ice? Oh, you were trying to give me a clue? Is that where I should go to find him?" She gave me a look that, in retrospect, could be taken as either she didn't want to reveal something, but I was on the right track, or that what I was saying was just plain idiotic. I took it for the former. "So, he does hang out there a lot! Okay, so then he's just a DC!"

      "No," she says. "he's a person, like me." I go silent. My Dream Guide has always been nothing more to me than an extension of myself, a way to reach and interact with my subconscious thoughts. I had never payed the connection I felt around her any mind. And at this time, I still wasn't. I felt awkward. Does she not know she's a DC?

      "Well, look, some people are posting comments on my journal. I should attend to that."

      And then I woke up for real.
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