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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 , 01-03-2012 at 08:23 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      ˇSingle Sentence Sizzler!®

      Subtle (DILD)

      Quote Originally Posted by Mzzkc
      As I lounge in the cool waters of a private pool, eyes closed, I hear a familiar voice echo through the dark: ”Don’t freak out, but that’s a shark you’re resting your head on,” she spoke calmly, allowing me to recognize a dream sign as my head rest transformed into a twelve-foot long, brown tiger shark; she offered her hand, and I took it, pulling myself over the shark and out of the pool altogether, ready for whatever she had in store for me.

      Updated 01-03-2012 at 08:39 AM by 25167

      lucid , memorable
    2. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 07-18-2010 at 07:53 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      I'm running out of good BEoDs. . .


      Close Encounters of the Raptor Kind (DILD)

      Walking down the white paneled hallway, I took in the details around me. Wall mounted heaters with books on top, accented by the occasional bright red fire extinguisher, lined the sides of the school interior. Everything seemed so vivid and clean as I approached a branching hall to my right.

      Recalling my Velociraptor nightmares from earlier in the night, I couldn't help hoping a Raptor wasn't waiting for me as I turned the corn--

      Oh, shit.

      Staring me down, less than 50 meters away, stood a 6ft tall, scaly, killing machine. Screeching, it came at me, giving me only a moment to center myself and reaffirm my lucidity. I reached out my hand, and with a concentrated effort of will I stopped its malicious descent upon me. Yet still, it continued toward me in a slow stride.

      As it passed, I moved my hand to its snout and brushed its smooth, cold, reptilian face. All the while, I made sure to keep up my emotional direction and willful suppression of this magnificent creature's blood-lust; a single slip-up and I'd be missing a hand.

      Luckily, the Raptor continued on its way, and I was left to revel in the incredibly life-like experience. I doubted the students in the classroom down the hall would make out quite as well as I had. . .
    3. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 07-11-2010 at 07:01 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      To celebrate my hundredth entry, I present my first 'induced' LD.


      Humble Beginnings (DILD)

      Barely enjoying my time at the mansion, I chatted with a few acquaintances. The conversation was rather boring, much like our 2D environment. Sickly orange and brown patterned floors sat, pixelated, on the same plane as the dark wood paneled walls. Beyond the room, there stretched an infinite sea of black nothingness. Of course, all this seemed perfectly normal to me in all my 8-Bit glory. That is, until I stopped listening to these dreadfully uninteresting people and started thinking about something more exciting.

      Recalling my incredibly recent readings on the phenomena known as lucid dreaming, I ponder how cool it would be to have one. Following that line of thought, I realize. . .

      "Holy shit. This is a dream."

      With that, my flat world exploded into detail. I could now see that ugly-ass carpet under the long fancy banquet table we were sitting at. Pillars supporting richly flowered vases and sculpted busts sprang into view. I stand up, done with this social nonsense, and leave the room through the open, towering, mahogany doors. The cold, hurt, and surprised stares from the lifeless DCs don't phase me in the slightest.

      Soon, I'm outside, but one of the girls has trailed along, seemingly concerned for my well being. Opening the door to the black limo waiting in the street, I look back to her and say, "You wanna get out of here? Maybe stay in a hotel tonight?"

      "Sure." She replies shyly, smiling as I let her into the vehicle first. I figured, even if she was a DC, it'd be good practice if I ever dated anyone again.

      The limo took off, into the city. My date sat quietly next to me, obviously too shy, or to mindless, to start a conversation. However, that didn't bother me, as I was too busy being in awe of the dream around me. Looking out my window, everything seemed so remarkably detailed. The luminescent lights of the tall buildings and casinos, the reflections playing off the glass, the subtle chill of night, and the complexly intricate side-street corner-markets, all appeared as real as I could have possibly hoped for. All doubt had been wiped from my mind: this Lucid Dreaming thing was the wasp's nipples--so to speak.

      Coming to a stop now, the two of us exited onto the sidewalk. The ambient orange glow of the neo-gothic hotel's lamp-lights surrounded us as I approached the bellboy, in his red uniform. Reaching into my pocket, I know I have to procure some kind of payment. Good thing this is a dream. I think to myself as I grasp onto the credit card that wasn't in my pocket a moment ago. Presenting it to him proudly, he takes it un-amusedly and swipes it.

      "Ma'am, this card has been rejected." He tells me flatly.

      "What?! That's not possible. Swipe it again." I order.

      The girl lightly grasps my arm at the elbow, as if she could sense my rising anger, and wanted to pull me from the situation.

      Sighing, the bellboy swipes my card again. "Nothing has changed, ma'am."

      "Well, fine, how about I give you cash?" I reach into my empty pocket again.

      "We don't take cash."

      I pull away from the girl. Now, I'm proper pissed.

      "The hell?! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!"

      Obviously, this idiot didn't know he was my creation, part of my mind. A thing whose existence I could destroy with a mere thought. His ignorance to his unimportance was infuriating.

      So much so that it woke me up.

      Updated 06-19-2018 at 08:35 PM by 25167

      lucid , memorable
    4. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 07-05-2010 at 05:47 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      Below, I've recorded the fight I had with a DV member late last month. Enjoy.


      Enter ?????? (DILD)

      "Come on!" She commands me, jumping down from the raised section of tiled flooring.

      Should I follow?

      I hesitate, my lucidity flickering between states.

      Running toward the large, open, squared archway she yells back, "Let's get out of here!"

      But that's not why I'm here. . .

      She's treating me like a DC, and I'm playing along like an idiot. . . Not cool.

      "That's not happening," I adamantly state, drawing my blade. Might as well have some fun with this, I think amusedly.

      She looks back, notices my Katana, and visibly tenses up. I step forward a bit, and am thrilled to see her extend shiny, steel, wolverine-esque claws from between her knuckles. This might get interesting.

      Cautiously approaching me, I can see her sizing me up, determining the best course of action. Maybe she'll multiply herself. That'd certainly make things more fun. Sure enough, what was no more than a passing thought, comes to be. She seems more surprised than myself, especially when the new copy proceeds to make yet another copy. This process repeats itself several times, and before I know it I'm facing down approximately 13 clawed adversaries. They attack as one.

      One goes for my head, another for my gut, yet another for my legs, and the rest for any piece of me they think they can hit. Instinct takes over and I launch into the air, spinning quickly with my sword extended in one hand. A blue streak of energy follows my blade as I spin, higher and higher, five, ten, fifteen feet off the ground. Naturally, they miss their strikes, but I'd be a fool to think they aren't prepared with a follow up.

      Dropping down, I bring my sword around swiftly on a copy to the right, while hook-kicking one to my left. I adjust my blade mid-strike to avoid the parry I read well in advance. Indeed, my Katana makes contact, but my kick is blocked rather aptly. Landing on one foot, I fluidly let myself drop even further, avoiding a flurry of jabs and swipes. After that, I bring my blade in wide rotational arc above my head, deflecting all the follow up slashes aiming to take me out. Then, still maintaining momentum from my spin, I turn about to my left, cutting down another copy, back-fisting one across the head, and kicking out the shins of one behind me. Unfortunately, this leaves me in a less than ideal defensive situation, and my adversaries pick up on that right away. Sharp steel comes at me from every angle, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

      So, I teleport away, taking a knee as I do. The excitement of the battle is taking its toll on my stability, so I decide to call it there and allow myself to awaken.

      I'll give this one to you, Samael.

      I smile as everything fades to white.

      Updated 07-05-2010 at 05:51 AM by 25167

      memorable , lucid
    5. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-24-2010 at 06:05 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      As promised.


      Shadow Monster: Origins (WILD)

      There's that familiar transition.

      I open my eyes. Cold white light is streaming in from my bedroom window, as the thin brown curtains fail to do their job. Lifting myself out of bed, I notice something odd on the ceiling. The shadows on the dirty eggshell-colored drywall. . . They're moving! At that revelation, the shadows--an Aztec-esque shaman and a blocky curled snaked--broke themselves off from the wall, joined together into one formless mass, and shot out into the hallway.


      Making my way through the house, toward the front door, I wonder what that was all about. Closing my hand around the gold painted doorknob, I open the large metal door before me, revealing my sun-soaked court. But something is off with the lighting. Everything seems. . . lifeless. It's as if all warmth had left my neighborhood long ago. I didn't know what to make of it.

      Lifting myself off the ground, I fly to the center of my court, contemplating what I want to accomplish. With no goals lined up, I figure I'll just try to crash someone's dream world. That's when I hear it. A visceral scream tears through my court, originating from a neighbor's house across the ways. Turning my head, I look just in time to see the woman who had screamed smash against her front window. As she drops out of sight, I know behind that blood drenched glass lurks the Monster from before.

      Reaching out with my TK, I try to pull it from the house, but I can't get a lock. Yet, despite my failure, the Shadow Monster doesn't take long to exit the house of its own accord. Smoothly flowing through the air above me, it pay me no mind as it makes its way back toward my residence. Like hell I'm letting that slide. Let's see how this thing likes a little bit of pure energy blasted through its core.

      Taking a stance, I position my hands by my side, preparing to let loose a Kamehameha Wave. Not wanting to tip it off, I say the chant internally, feeling the charge building between my hands. Unfortunately, when I go to release it all in a throat wrenching shout, nothing happens. The Shadow Monster stops dead in its tracks, and speedily reverses direction, darting straight at me. Fully enveloping me in darkness, I realize there's nothing I can do to this. . . thing. Panic washes over me, but before everything fades to black I let loose a piercing cry for assistance that echoes not just through my city, but around the world and, I can't help but think, beyond.

      No one came to my aid.

      Updated 06-25-2010 at 05:46 AM by 25167

      lucid , nightmare , false awakening
    6. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 03:12 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      Part of an early lucid. The dream as a whole was fairly uninteresting, but this piece has stuck with me since I experienced it. Enjoy.


      They Paved Paradise (DILD)

      I struggled. Each time I lifted my arms up to find a new handhold in the snow-covered cliff-face challenged my fortitude. My breath shot visibly from my lungs into the chilly night air. Determined to complete my objective, I pressed onward. Soon enough, I pulled myself up onto the ledge overlooking the forested valley below me. Taking a moment to study my surroundings, I turned my head to the left. What I laid my eyes upon will stay with me for the rest of my life. Before me, amidst all this seemingly natural beauty, was a parking lot.

      And yet, the presence of the parking lot was not what caught my interest. You see, the detail overwhelmed me. The lot stretched out into the distance towards an indeterminable end, the light from the streetlights played perfectly on the dancing snow as it fell, and I could actually make out every distinct texture and color along the hard black asphalt. The amazing part? Everything I just described existed solely as a creation of my mind. I was dreaming.

      Updated 06-29-2010 at 11:52 PM by 25167

      lucid , memorable
    7. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:50 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)

      Thunderdome! (DILD)

      Last night, I managed to get lucid during an in game "grand release" of Issue 16 and Going Rogue in City of Heroes/Villains. The Devs had a planned a huge event for all the new players. They were going to have a bunch of veteran players compete in a trivia game based on the game's story. In my now lucid state I realized just how lame this was. So, I took Admin powers away from the Devs, gave them to myself, banned the Devs, constructed a huge arena, filled it with all the newbies, and made the area a free for all PvP zone. I commanded everyone to go at it. The 23 survivors would win fame and status symbols. Everyone else would have their account deleted.

      The battle was epic. From my lofty viewpoint, flying above the arena, I saw many bursts of colored energy blasts. Swords clashed, and the earth shook.The cheers from the audience were overwhelming. In the end, as I shouted out the names of the winners to the crowd (as they stood on their pedestals) I was surprised to see none other than Oneironaut. He had managed to survive a bout with super powered entities with nothing more than his bare hands and kick-ass trench coat.

      Fun stuff.
    8. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:24 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      Alrighty. I remember a ton of fragments from last night, but no full dreams, and nothing very interesting. Loaf was in a couple. Also, all of them involved LDing in some way. No idea why I didn't get lucid.


      Crash Course in Control (WILD)

      I felt the transition.

      I'm dreaming. I get out of bed and climb over my couch, toward my window. The sun pelted through my blinds as the green leaves of the trees outside swayed gently back and forth. I pressed myself against the window, ignoring the blinds, they mean nothing. As expected, the glass starts to give way to my pressure, conforming to the shape of my skin, like a cool sleek putty.

      In a mere moment I'm outside, hovering above my backyard. I glide over the trees, simply enjoying my surroundings. There's a large clearing below me. Just like before they put all those town-houses in. In it, are people having a Nerf War. I drop down to join them, but I don't have a blaster. I inquire to a nearby DC, "Where's my Recon?"

      he looks at me like I'm an idiot as he replies, "What are you talking about? It's right there." Sure, enough, on the grassy hill lay my Recon. I grab it from its resting place and join in the fray. A time lapse finishes things up rather quickly, but I'm content with the amount of action I got.

      Heading toward a nearby house now, I decide to track down my DG. It's been awhile since we've met. I walk in the back and am greeted by a few random DCs and a good friend I know IRL. I approach him, and ask, "Hey, M, where's my Dream Guide?"

      "She's downstairs with your parents."

      "Thanks dude."

      "No problem, man."

      Trusting my friend, I locate the stairs. The house I'm in is more of a building than anything else. I make my way to where I believe she should be, but a guy with a nice shirt and slacks is blocking my way. I tell him, "Bring out my Dream Guide for me."

      "I'm afraid I can't do that."

      "Bull shit. Bring her out, now." He leaves for a second, a look of worry on his face. When he returns he has a random female DC in tow who is obviously not my DG. I'm getting pissed now. "I'm gonna say it one more time before I bring this entire building crashing down on your head. Bring. Me. My. Dream. Guide."

      He scampers off, sensing my intent to follow through with the threat. Sure enough, he comes back with none other than my DG right behind him. She looks annoyed for some reason. She steps up to me and looks me in the eyes with her penetrating gaze. She demands of me only one thing: "What do you want?"

      What happened next I simply cannot accurately explain. I began to speak: "I want to be strong. I want power. Unlimited power. I want the ability ro destroy universes upon a whim. The power of a god. . ." I couldn't stop myself from talking. Worse, I couldn't even control what I was saying. I poured all of my willpower into stopping my mouth from spurting out these words, but, again, I had no control. This went on for a good minute, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was, in a word, powerless.

      I eventually finished talking. The gravity of what had just happened hadn't quite hit me yet, and it wouldn't for a long time afterwards. My DG had just taught me a lesson about how little power I actually had in the grand scheme of things, and had shown me how meaningless my previous quest for power and glory had been. At the time, though, I was still in shock. My DG, noticing I still didn't get it, gave me a look, shook her head,

      And the dream ended.

      Updated 06-19-2010 at 08:48 AM by 25167

      lucid , memorable
    9. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:03 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      No lucids last night, but I learned a neat trick. I can find an object using my TK, even if I can't see it, just by reaching out with my hand and pulling it to me. That may prove useful. It certainly did when we were looking for our white-board during that crazy water based golf game.


      Truce With Myself: Cruise Ship Catastrophe (DILD)

      I'm going to elborate on what happened during this dream. Specifically the part when I scare all the DCs on the boat by flipping it over a few times. You know, since that is kinda completing the Basic Task. >.>

      I'm on a cruise ship. I have no idea how I got here. I just know it's a dream and I want to get to the moon! Now, how to do that. . . I recall Pirates of the Carribean when they flipped over the ship to transport them between dimensions. It seemed like a perfectly sound idea. However, the friends I was with at the time didn't think so. They tried to talk me out of it, but I simply ignored them, telling them their concerns were nonsense.

      I used an extension of my TK abilities and flipped the boat over once. Gravity remained mostly intact, but in reverse now. The windows of the cabin were underwater and everyone, including my friends were freaking out. I still think this will work, so I go ahead and flip it back upright. People start to calm down. Hrm, we don't seem to be on the moon. I violently start rotating the boating, flipping it several times. Now, everyone on the boat is screaming that it's going to capsize. "Shit, I gotta get out of here." I fly out the nearest window as, behind me, the screams of the DCs fade away into gargled murmurs, as the deep waters of the stream swallow the boat and its passengers alive.
    10. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 01:29 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      Doesn't look like I'm sleeping tonight, again. . .

      I'll post another bonus entry in a bit. I've got a lot of decent lucids I still remember.


      Seizures (DILD)

      I'm playing an odd video game with my Ex-Girlfriend (By playing, I mean we are actually in the game). It's a Halo type game taking place of a Sandtrap-esque map. She's in a Wraith, and I'm in a turret up on the dunes. She's trying to take me out, and I'm trying to do the same with the rockets my turret shoot out. Noticing that I have to consciously control the speed and direction of the rockets, I realize that this is just a dream.

      Getting off the turret, I head down, towards the main map. She's still firing at me. The Wraith's signature blue explosions erupt all around me. I tell her to stop, explaining that this is just a dream. She doesn't believe me and ends up hitting me directly with the blast. I stand firm, my invulnerability doing its job.

      "What can I do to prove it to you?" I ask. She gets out of the Wraith, coming closer now.

      "Give me a seizure," she states.

      "Okaay?" For a moment, I wonder how I'm going to do this. The solution I come to involves flooding her brain with ridiculous amounts of flashes and colorful pictures. So, I go over to her and place my hand on the back of her head. I start flooding her mind with random images.

      My DG, whom I did not recognize at the time, came out of nowhere as the setting changed around us, into a gymnasium of sorts. "Whatcha doin'?" my DG asked me. She took a look at my Ex's white rolled back eyes, convulsions, and nearly foaming mouth, and said "Ah, the proverbial Mind Fuck." I nod in confirmation.

      By now, a crowd has gathered. I figure she's had enough seizing, so I take my hand off the back of her head. "See, told ya it was a dream."

      She looks around before saying, "But, you didn't do anything."

      "I gave you a seizure."

      "No, you didn't." The crowd laughed, confirming my story.

      And that's all I can accurately remember.
    11. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 01:28 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)

      Take from the Air (WILD)

      I looked out my fourth floor window, putting both hands against the cool sleek glass. It’s time to fly, I thought to myself, anticipation rising from the pit of my stomach. I put my face against the hard glass. Concentrating, I began to move through the pane of glass. The glass stretched as I pressed against it, smoothly conforming to my hands, face, and body like a sheet of slick putty. Having no time to waste, I savored the sensation for only a moment before propelling myself forward and up; the seemingly opaque sky rushed to greet me. The experience of flight and the overwhelming feeling of happiness that accompanies it overtook me. This never gets old, I thought, as the warm air flowed across my smile.

      As I flew over Erickson Field, I could distinctly make out each perfectly shaded blade of green grass on the hilled valley beneath me. Likewise, from my lofty viewpoint, I could make out the rough sandy textures of the many red bricks that lined the Hall. The detail of the world was super-realistic. Everything, from the pleasant smell of the field to the whooshing wind that played gently across my ears, appeared just as real as, if not more real than, waking life. I was dreaming. I had known I was dreaming from the start. In fact, that was the whole point.