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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 , 03-19-2012 at 06:43 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      Entry time.

      ‘Cause I promised I would and everything seems to be telling me to get back into the whole dreaming thing.

      Not a five star entry, so no recording for this one. >.>

      17.3.2012
      Fun House (Non-Lucid)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      Both of us peek inside the wooden crate sitting on my deck. Inside sits an assortment of bottle, each a different blend of some sort of coffee mixture intended for consumption before the special event I’d set up for the two of us later that night. MTM grabs the most potent bottle of the lot and downs it before I can protest. I sip something much more mild, but the effects of the drink are immediately apparent.

      I frown, knowing that MTM has probably already been compromised, but preparations continue, as the two of us glide down to a field behind my house. Words were exchanged with the man in charge of tonight’s festivities, a suave twenty-something with short, blond hair and a red jacket over a black undershirt. After a few winks and candidly coded responses between him and MTM, I confirm my suspicions: she works for them now.

      Looks like I’ll be doing things alone.

      The day passes, night falls, and the real fun begins. After a mostly uneventful day filled with brief bits of uninspired HvZ and other campus shenanigans, I find myself riding a motor-powered skateboard, racing to the big event. Not satisfied with the speed, I kick things up a notch and transform the motor-power into rocket-power and the wheels into anti-gravity pads.

      Tearing through the streets, blanketed in the glow of yellow-orange street lamps and rushing neon lights, I make my way to the first check-point and blaze past the rag-tag line of people assembled in front of the entryway, up the concrete stairs, and over the dingy, dark-red carpet. Finally, in the first chamber, I dismount in a flash of sparks and approach the table where the first challenge awaits.

      Several guys in dark blazers stand there, hunched over the table in the center of this poorly lit room, watching me approach. Only one person sits, flourishing a deck of cards, grinning as a I approach. Without hesitation, he deals out the cards in front of him, forming rows and columns as the Chinese symbols on the face of the cards, begin to glow a shimmering blue and purple gradient and rise from the cards in a ghastly fashion.

      The first to rip itself from the card floats towards me and attaches to my forehead, causing the world around me to shift and distort. I know the game immediately. If I didn’t do something about these symbols, they’d attach to me and mutate my perception, driving me to insanity. Grabbing the board I’d rode in on, I manage to get the exhaust to create a shower of sparks. Quickly, I douse the symbols with those fiery sparks, extinguishing their power and clearing the game.

      As I walk toward the stairs, leading up to the next chamber, I notice two other tables and games set-up in front of the stairs. The world sways around me, and I realize: these are just illusions created by the symbol; I can move on.

      Ascending the stairs, I’m met with another challenge. This time in a more home-like setting, a woman, who looks like a grade-school teacher smiles briefly at me before finishing up the colorful board she’d been working on. It’s one of those peg boards frequently used in classrooms, decorated with a bright, wavy yellow border and big blue letters on a cerulean background. The letters spell the command: “Ask Margie about H2O.”

      In the corner of the room, to my left, rises a giant girl. She can’t be older than eight years old, but she towered over me, bloated and disproportional, with an expressionless look upon her drooling face. One look is all I need to determine the only winning move is not to play. I continue upwards as a fellow challenger comes up the stairs from the first chamber. I hear her ask ‘Margie’ about water. Then come the screams...then silence...

      Upstairs now, I make my way to the porch, where I meet the man in charge for the second time today and MTM standing beside him. He expresses surprise that I arrived so early. Not in the mood for bantering, I let him know that he needs to fix whatever was wrong with MTM or he’d regret it. Smugly, he reassures me that I simply need to complete one more task, but I sense betrayal and deceit in his words. Delving deeper, I discover his identity as a vampire and the entirety of his plan. Oblivious to the fact that I know everything, he takes me and MTM into a room with another giant, disproportionate child, this time a toddler.

      The door locks behind us and the man stands behind the monstrosity. My final task is simple, he tells me: “Defeat this child.”

      Scornfully, I remark, “Don’t insult me. The two of you are so far beneath me I could blow you both away with a single blast.”

      “Then do it,” he laughs harshly.

      But I’ve already charged up a blast, or at least, tried to. When I release the stream of energy, forming a Kamehameha pose, the blast is imperceptible and simply passes through the head and body of the giant infant. Improvising, I modify the stream’s frequency as it passes through the thing’s brain, mutating it further, restoring its free will and rational thought.

      When I’m finished, the giant baby and I have a short, intelligent, discourse, much to the dismay of the suave twenty-something. We bargain out a deal, wherein I let the giant live and he grants me the win. He even offers, very casually, to kill the guy standing behind him, but I insist that honor falls to me...
    2. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 04-02-2011 at 06:18 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      1.4.2011
      Ruined (Non-lucid)
      ★★★★★
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







      With gusto, I sprint across the cool, black asphalt, brown sneakers propelling me forward with every pounding step. The horde looms in the distance, row upon row of agile, intelligent zombies. Knowingly, I dash forward, weaving through cars, crimson, white, and purple, cutting to the right with nothing but STAR, my trusty yellow Nitefinder, in hand. Nay, the zombies aren't on my tail; they're right in front of me.

      They mock me, as I slow down, off to their rightmost flank. What could I possibly do with such a small weapon, they wondered? Was I even worth the effort of a charge?

      Stopping, stepping back, I know they're right.

      Well, at least about the former.

      With a smile, I raise my arms, and lift a dart from the ground, twenty paces away. The zombies look in astonishment as the dart floats of its own accord, and their jaws drop when it fires through the air, nailing one unfortunate zed in the face.

      But still, they mock me.

      One dart won't be enough.

      Both arms, and countless darts, rise at my command. My eye lit with a fiendish glint, I can't help smirking at their shock. Even as they charge, I'm alight with joy, as my darts rain upon them, taking out their front line. But despite my barrage, many of them remain untouched, and now they're upon me, here to devour me.

      FWIP.

      A quick teleport puts me behind their ranks, where I continue to wreak havoc. Every time they get close enough to do something, I teleport away and attack from a different side. Eventually, it becomes too much for them.

      They quit, walk away, deband themselves.

      What have I done? Could it be I've singlehandedly ruined this Invitational.

      My perspective cuts away. . .

      ______________


      A girl walks along the same black asphalt I had run upon earlier. As she goes, she breaks the rear windows of every car she can. Another girl, part of the same horde I had just forced into ruin, goes to stop her, asking her what's wrong.

      The first girl replies, “You know, when the game's on I can keep it under control; I can stay sane,” she rubs at her face, smearing the black ash covering her cheeks and forehead, “But now look what's happened. . .”

      The second girl, yelling, remanding, starts: “That doesn't mean you—” but she's cut off as a knife pierces her pink skin-tight shirt and enters her gut. With a thump, she's lying on the ground, as the ash faced girl smirks and walks away. . .

      ______________


      What have I created?

      Years have passed since that fateful day, but the terror, the crazed female killer, remains at large. As her creator, I'm tasked with her extermination.

      ______________


      We meet on a field of dead grass, my sword drawn, a machete with a complex, elegant, two-handed, design, her knives at the ready. In a flash of steel, we clash, crossing blades, determined to end the life of the other.

      But alas.

      The dreams fades.
    3. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 03-27-2011 at 12:05 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      26.3.2011
      HvZ Hax (Non-lucid)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      Surrounded on all sides, I fight back, blasting away at the horde, still thinking I'd get out of it alive. Alone in this battle, my squad had all died before me, for I was unable to protect them in the crucial moments before their lives were taken.

      Zera, my blaster, my launcher of foam death, performs admirably, but even she can't stop these nimble Zeds from getting too close. A girl, new to the game, lunges at my right, reaching for me, looking to end me.

      Dammit! I think, as her hand starts to grasp at my shirt. Only one option left. . .

      FWIP

      My body disappears, blinking out of existence, as I teleport away, leaving my would be killer with a handful of air. On my reentry, I appear above the horde, on a grassy hill, the sun at my back, looking down on them. At this point, I could run, live to die another day, but. . . I've already gone this far.

      FWIP

      I TP closer and let off a shot, taking one of them down.

      FWI—FWIP—FWIP

      Again and again, I teleport, fire, teleport, fire, keeping a steady rhythm as I eliminate their numbers, one by one.

      They can't keep up.

      ______________


      “You cheated, hacked the system,” JTN, leader of the Zombie forces remands me, as the two of us stand on a rooftop, overlooking the battlefield.

      “'Cheated' is a little harsh,” I tell him, Zera still hanging by the strap around my neck. “Besides, it's not like I got out alive anyways.”

      “Still. . .”
      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 07-03-2010 at 11:00 PM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      03.07.2010
      July Double ToTM Completion (DEILD)
      ★★★☆☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      Keeping still, I perform another WILD. . .

      Success!

      Without hesitation, I get out of bed and make my way outside. Oddly, there seems to be three doors hinged to my front doorway. Opening all of them, I'm greeted by a shining sun and people all about my court. I pass one guy with a shaved head and notice an orange armband.

      "Humans vs. Zombies?" I ask him. He responds by putting his finger to his mouth and shushing me as he runs behind my house to hide. "Weirdo." I mutter when he's out of earshot. There are a bunch of other players scattered about my neighborhood including some of my friends, but I figured HvZ could wait a bit, I had some tasks to carry out.

      Deciding to clone myself first, I walk to the middle of my court, do some random hand signs, and shout "Tajuu--Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!" I hear the familiar popping noise around me as hundreds of clones are created in a puff of grey smoke. I take a look at them, and sure enough, they're me. However, they're all wearing the same ugly orange blazer and a dirty green headband. Great. I've created a mass of egotistical, fashion-challenged, zombies. Might as well have some fun with them.

      Using my mind and a tad of willpower, I force all of them to attack me at once. As they converge I punch the first to reach me in the face, while roundhouse kicking the clone on my other side. I use the the momentum I generate with that to drop to the ground and knock a few clones down by sweeping out their footing. "You're still a Zed now," one of the clones remarked.

      "Crap! You're right!" I exclaim, beaten at my own game. Well, then this next bit is for the horde! I think excitedly, willing my hundreds of clones to disperse and tag all the remaining humans. The game was over in less than a minute, which left me time enough to do the basic task as well.

      Digging into my pocket, I find my wallet, my car keys, and--there it is--my cell phone. Pulling it out, I open it up and hit send twice. The creepy phone lady informs me that this is not a phone number I'm calling, but some kind of app center. I end the call, and hit send again, scrolling through the list of available names. I notice one contact called 'a human' so I figured I'd go for that one. The phone rings a few times before someone picks up.

      "Hello?" a muffled voice on the other end asks.

      "Hi! Who is this?"

      "It's me, RTN."

      "Oh, didn't I see you playing in the game?"

      "Yeah, I'm right over here, dummy."

      Looking over to the main street I see RTN on his cell phone, accompanied by his girlfriend DTZ. I close my phone and wave over to him, but he's still upset by the shenanigans I had just pulled.

      Updated 07-04-2010 at 12:05 AM by 25167

      Tags: 3 star, court, hvz, phone, wild
      Categories
      lucid , false awakening , task of the month
    5. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-13-2010 at 08:23 PM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      13.06.2010
      Restless Night Was Restless (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







      Fragment: It's The Throat, I Swear
      ★☆☆☆☆
      I'm apologizing to those around me for my terrible singing. Coughing, I blame it on my sore throat.

      Fragment: Warriors For Hire
      ★☆☆☆☆
      Warriors are needed for some kind of job or task. I can't help but thinking of Raven, MoSh, Nomad, and the rest of the gang.

      Fragment: The End of the Beginning of the End that Started it All
      ★☆☆☆☆
      On a certain day, at a specific time, in a definite place, good would be pit against evil in a battle for the world's soul, or something like that. It turned out to be much more small scale than that, though.

      Dream: Horsing Around
      ★★★☆☆
      Enjoying a fun game of HvZ, I soon discover three prized horses have been stolen! We put the game on pause and begin tracking them down. I end up finding them in, and I quote, "One of my favorite HvZ hiding places," which turned out to be a broken down silo. Sending out a mass text, I joined the horde as we converged upon the silo, surrounding the thieves and blocking all escape routes.

      Confronting them, I use my TK to pull them and their saddles off the horses and into the water. One is a friend of my girlfriend and thinks my girlfriend is responsible for the TK antics, so I just keep letting them believe that as I screw with them some more.

      Eventually we return the horses and strap permanent saddles on them covered in nails to prevent future theft.

      Dream: New Music
      ★★☆☆☆
      A bunch of "famous" musicians have invited me to join an experimental band they were forming. Accepting their invitation, I got to emulate playing Bass and Drums at the same time using a very odd instrument. The music we ended up producing drew elements from Indie, Metal, and Classic Rock, and actually sounded really good.

      Updated 06-14-2010 at 01:37 AM by 25167

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    6. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 03:06 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      14.05.2010
      Friendly Fire is On (Non-lucid)
      ★★★☆☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      They surrounded us. Upwards of 40 low-life frat boys, all wearing the exact same grey shirt, sneered at me and my new-found HvZ friends. Well, this outing just got interesting. As they moved ever closer, our small group was soon split up. One of the punks pushed me backwards into his bro. The bro grabbed my arms, but I wasn't going down without a fight. Breaking free, I elbowed him in the gut, which made him stagger back and fall to the ground. It's a start.

      Reaching down to my side, I drew my Katana in a quick motion and put it to use immediately. Two down, three down, four down. . . They dropped like flies as my skillful slashes tore through their numbers. My blade thrusted forward into the gut of one of them; I tore it out his side, before realizing my mistake. This was one of my new friends. Tossing my blade to the side, I catch him before he falls. "Fuck. . . Didn't mean to do that."

      "Watch where you're swinging that thing," he sputters weakly. I put my hand to his wound.

      "It's going to be okay," I assure him as a green light emits from my palm. Infusing the area with energy, I quickly heal the wound to the best of my abilities. "That should hold up for now, but take it easy for awhile." He nodded and walked off.

      Turning my attention back to the frat-boys, verily pissed, they don't seem too phased by the incident. We'll just have to change that. Picking my sword up, I swiped at the nearest one, rending open his chest. The fact that all of them were unarmed didn't matter to me one bit. I'd kill them all the same. Turning, I bring my blade down across the left side of my victim's neck. As he died, he looked into my eyes, as if to ask 'Why?' It was another friendly.

      "Goddammit! I haven't know any of you long enough to distinguish you in battle!" I stormed off, frustrated. Passing everyone on my way to the nearby woods, ignoring them into oblivion, the small golden colored dog from before--the one we had followed into this mess--yipped at me annoyingly. With a single flick of my Katana, I silenced it, cleanly severing its head from its body. The body stood there for a moment, as the bloodied head rolled out of sight, before slumping to the ground. I just kept walking.

      Updated 06-19-2010 at 08:46 AM by 25167

      Categories
      memorable , non-lucid
    7. 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. . .
      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 02:17 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      4 LDs in an afternoon nap. Good stuff.
      10.12.2009
      Afternoon Nap (WILD)
      ★★☆☆☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      I went straight into a WILD where I had a lot of difficulty getting out of bed. I eventually managed to get mostly up, but I kept rubber-banding back to my sleeping position each time I got close. Had a couple FAs here, but it was all the same.

      Woke up for realsies. DEILD time.

      This was a weird experience because the music I had playing transitioned over into the dream, but the sound was slightly distorted. It was as if I were listening to it underwater. Regardless, I'm still trapped in my bed, but I try to summon my DG anyways. I manage to create a male DC that looks kinda like her, but at the same time, wasn't even close. The song is distracting me, so I force myself awake.

      And turn off the music.

      I lie back down to WILD and the fun begins almost right away.

      When the vivid hallucinations start, I'm able to throw myself into them for a successful V-WILD. I end up in a snowy academic courtyard during a game of HvZ. I figure I'll go ahead and play along since I need to practice as a zombie. A group of us is after a single human. He throws a sock at me, and I'm only just able to redirect it with TK, my control not up to the standards I want it to be at. Then there's a weird fragment where I toss a guy over my head from a distance with TK.

      I've lost lucidity by this point. And just go about the dream as per usual.

      I wish I could recall the plot, but I didn't get a chance to recall it all as I awoke. I do know I regained lucidity sometime down the road, but I couldn't tell you where or what it involved.

      Edit: I remember how I got lucid! I ended up in a large body of water somehow and realized I was dreaming. My mind turned to sharks attacking me and, sure enough, they did. I became frightened and woke myself up. I then had an FA in which I still knew I was dreaming. There was also a good sized shark biting down on my right forearm. I looked at it calmly as it chomped down on my arm. I remember thinking to myself how odd it was that something that looks and feels so real is all in my head. That's when I really woke up.
    9. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 01:55 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      19.10.2009
      The Search For Ice: Auditorium (DILD)
      ★★☆☆☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      Details are sketchy since I wasn't able to record this right away. I'll do my best here. Above average recall powers activiate!

      I was in some kind of HvZ Spalding Theatre Production. I was doing a lot of behind the scenes work, but I did have one line apparently. It was a group meeting kinda deal where we were working on the play, but also going over some logistical details. Some officers got up on stage along with the co-president. The officers took turns stating their issues with the current leadership of this production. The co-president took all the criticism to heart and spat out an initiative to fix things or something like that. Regardless, it was time to clean! I was sent with the stage cleaning group. I wasn't really looking forward to it.

      Oh, wait. This is a dream. I RC to confirm it. Yep. Definitely dreaming. I start hovering, deciding that I'm going to search for Ice. I go through different doors expecting him to be there and calling out for him to appear before me. I run into someone who looks vaguely like him, but when questioned he claimed he was not who I was looking for. We had an odd conversation about things that didn't make any lick of sense. Strangely, though, it was a good conversation. It was enjoyable being with this person; he emanated a friendly aura that was very inviting.

      As we exited the building into the blinding light outside my vision started to fade away into nothing but a bright light. I figured this was going to be it for the dream if I didn't do something about it. I kept cool and focused. Picking out anything I could see in this blinding light and locking on to it. A tree. A planter. Anything at all. Then I see a door! Back inside I go! I can see again, so I make my way to the auditorium; my feet haven't touched the ground since I've become lucid.

      I ask if Ice is in this room. Almost all the DCs respond "Yes." I asked which one of them was Ice and almost all of them raised their hand. Stupid DCs. I notice a few friends of mine that didn't raise their hands and seemed to be busily working at their assigned task. I go up to one of them.

      "EB? Is that you?" She looks at me, a look of surprise crosses her face when she sees that I'm flying. Well, that's a different reaction. "Here, let me see your energy." I try to point my pinky at her but it wont extend all the way. Regardless, she squirms in her seat as I twist my hand around to compensate for the lack of extension. Her stomach become translucent and I see reddish orange waves of light inside of her. That's odd.

      "Okay," I said, refocusing my attention. "One of you is going to bring Ice to me." I look around and pick someone out from the crowd. "You. go fi--"

      My alarm wakes me up. . .
      Categories
      lucid
    10. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 01:39 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      Alright, so I think I'm going to start RCing throughout the day. Especially during class, when I code, when LDing is mentioned, and whenever I think about or see a Nerf Blaster, or anything related with HvZ. 'Cause, yeah. My dreams signs are pretty damn consistent right now, and I'd be a fool not to take advantage of them.

      A couple failed WILD attempts because I just couldn't get to sleep, even after I stopped trying to keep conscious. I took a suggestion from Walms and tried to use music as an anchor, but genius put some songs in the playlist that aren't good to fall asleep to. I only had three dreams that I can recall. There were, however, a few instances in which I became lucid for about 3 seconds right after falling asleep because I managed to catch the transition. I woke up right away though, due to a combination of excitement and surprise. I'm such a nublet.

      Also, autosuggestion != MILD.

      Oh, yeah. Here's the reason why I'm going to start RCing:

      05.10.2009
      Leaps and Bounds (Non-lucid)
      ★★☆☆☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      It's another rousing HvZ meeting. PTO has tasked CTB with coming up with the parameters of tonight's mission. While he's doing that, the rest of us are to get our things and meet back in this random classroom ASAP! While all of this is being explained, I'm messing with my RF-20. I plan to use this automatic blaster even though automatics are not allowed. I try to load a streamline in the turret, but it's way too long. I try to twist it in, but it won't budge. I take it out to examine how long it is compared with a sonic micro, and they're the same freaking size! "What the fuck? That's wierd." I check the holes on the end of the darts to make sure that's not the problem. It seems the streamline hole is actually bigger than that of the micro. "That's really strange," I say to myself, not bothering to RC since this is obviously waking life.

      Paying it no more mind I rush to catch up with a friend who I do not know IRL. I mention that his hair length is pretty average at .37. We have a short discussion in which we decide that his crazy mess of hair was totally normal. Another friend comes up and steals him from the conversation. They hurry ahead, leaving me behind. My strides become much slower and drawn out. So, in order to catch up, I start pseudo teleporting at every step. Before I know it, I'm in that building I was in a few dreams ago when I found out I was failing most of my classes that I didn't even know I had.

      Updated 06-23-2010 at 05:48 AM by 25167

      Categories
      non-lucid
    11. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 01:36 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      Currently on my Linux boot. I'll turn this into a proper entry once I feel like restarting and bringing up Vista and my DJ.
      01.10.2009
      Super Special Awesome Edition (Non-lucid)
      ★★★☆☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      So, there I was. The car in which I sat had that standard old car smell. CTB was driving us to Walmart to go shopping. However, as we approached the turn in to Walmart's parking lot, CTB kept on going. Annoyed, I asked him what he was doing. He didn't respond to my inquiry. Instead, after a few more seconds, he pulled into the parking lot of Toys R Us. "Wow, I didn't know it was so close by," I said in wonderment. "Let's go!"

      We exited the car and made our way into TRU, walking by various aisles. We both know where we were heading, and soon enough, we were there. The Nerf section: where a nerfer's wildest dreams can come true. I wasn't interested in any on brand stuff, and my budget was fairly limited, so we decided to look at some of the off brand merchandise. They had something resembling a Manta, but blockier and able to attach to your wrist. They also had a few jumbo darts that I thought I could use for some reason. I was having a blast, discussing with CTB how well this gun or that one would fare in an HvZ game.

      I tallied up what I had gotten and it was only about 15 bucks for everything. I had around 60 dollars to spend, so I decided to pick up another Raider. To my surprise and delight they had a special edition Raider with a black drum clip and body for sale. I snatched it up and one time lapse later I'm back in my dorm room. I decide to test out these new blasters. First the Manta rip-off. I opened it up to find it was missing a few darts. No big deal, I guess, but, when I fired it, it went all of 4 feet. Very disappointing.

      And yeah, that is the most interesting thing I can remember from last night. Thrilling, huh?

      Updated 06-23-2010 at 05:49 AM by 25167

      Categories
      non-lucid
    12. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 01:10 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      26.07.2009
      I'm OP in HvZ (Non-lucid)
      ★★★★☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      Another game of HvZ is happening. I'm in the middle of a mission, running through the woods. I use an onion to activate my motion tracker. As if by magic, I can see, in the corner of my sight, a little box with blinking red and yellow dots to denote where zombies and friendlies are. Up ahead at the weapons cache are a bunch of zombies waiting in ambush, but behind me there are three or 4 right on my tail. I've got my recon with a modified LED attachment to help me make my way through the brush. I'm moving at a good pace, but my fellow humans are going much faster than I.

      I decide to take a different route and start moving SW from my previous Eastern path. The zombies don't notice and keep moving ahead. I play cat and mouse with them for awhile, me being the mouse, before all the humans and zombies finally make it to an open field. A firefight ensues. My recon gets great ranges and is pretty accurate. In the dream it was deadly accurate. I was pegging zombies from 40' away. My super clip of ten darts was running out fast. I had to rely on my new NF to save me on one occasion.

      A few of my friends had already been tagged and it was only a matter of time before they turned. In the mean time, a bunch of the zombies I had taken out were becoming un-stunned. I re-stunned them, but was soon almost out of ammo. I un-holstered a Maverick and started firing away, running back toward the end of the field, by some more woods. I needed more ammo and I needed it now. I reach out my hand to the fallen darts littering the wet grass. I pull them all toward me using TK. I only manage to get a few at a time, but I quickly learn I can easily control the darts this way. I spin them around and fling them at the incoming zombies, taking out two or three a volley. It was quite fun. Unfortunately, the dream ended soon after that.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    13. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 06-09-2010 at 12:34 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      09.07.2009
      A Night Out (DILD)
      ★★★★★
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID






      There's an HvZ game afoot. I'm speeding down the road to my old high school because there's a mission going down in the area. My old Maxima handles beautifully at those speeds, but, with the traffic, I can't get to the left lane in time, so I'm forced onward. The roads by these residential townhouses were too small to drive through in order to turn around, so I had to wait 'till I reached the end of the street.

      When I got there, I parked, got out, and made my way through a building into a plaza, of sorts, with a colorfully tiled ground and a round stone fountain. It was a clear, almost eerie, night. A dark blue atmosphere lined the skyline, wafts of orange tint flowed through the countless stars. Each star burned brightly, making up for the lack of moon. The click of nerf guns could be heard in the distance. I had to get moving.

      Making my way back through the lightless building, a girl bursts through the front door, running wildly past me, dropping a bunch of sonic micros as she goes. Crap, I don't have any of my gear, I thought, frantically gathering as many of the darts up as I could. As I approached the front door, it started to open. Knowing there would be a zombie behind it, I chucked my load of newly acquired darts. My victim was peppered with black foam and orange rubber. Too bad she wasn't even playing.

      Not letting that ruin my fun, I magically made my way back to the school, on foot, via time lapse. Dreams are cool like that. The lobby had a sickening tinge to it, like you would find in an abandoned hospital. There were traces of mold growing in the corners. Black grime thinly coated the walls. My nerves were starting to get the best of me. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I'm ambushed. But, this isn't your typical HvZ player, this is a full blown zombie. She jumps on me, digging her fingernails into my neck. There's no way this can be happening. This has to be a dream.

      It is a dream. The realization swept over me, and as the room around me started to become clearer and more vivid, so did the foul thing grasping onto me. I tried very hard not to look into its blue veined and rotting face as I attempted to rip off its head. However, the harder and harder I tried, the more she held onto me and the less her neck would budge. Brute force wasn't working.

      I hate that bird so much.

      Edit for clarification: My mother owns a bird that likes to squawk very loudly in the morning after it's been uncovered.

      Updated 01-19-2018 at 07:49 AM by 25167

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    14. Mzzkc's Mind Games

      by , 07-05-2009 at 12:13 AM (Mzzkc's Mind Games)
      04.07.2009
      Staples (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







      Part 1: Glue
      ★★★☆☆
      So, I was back in High School, and everything was going great. I had a system of doing things that worked. I was getting good grades and my level of happiness was above average. Imagine my surprise when a new staff member was hired. Immediately, she started making changes for the 'safety' of the school. Outlawing anything and everything that could potentially harm someone or be disruptive. I became perturbed when she banned books from the classroom, because they were bound with staples, and staples could give you AIDS apparently. This affected me greatly, because I was a heavy reader, and couldn't make it through the day without my books. With these ridiculous rules in place, and my continuing effort to defy them, relations with my teachers suffered, as did my grades and happiness. I decided to fight back. What ensued was an epic, seemingly 4 hour long, debate over the merits of her actions. In the end it was concluded that books would be allowed, given the staples binding them were covered in Hot Glue.

      Part 2: Shitstorm
      ★★☆☆☆
      This dream is a fragmented continuation of the "Staples" dream.

      We're on the bus, heading to our field trip destination: A KISS Concert. I get off the bus, and make my way into the stadium, only to be stopped by the teachers. They tell me my recent behavior would not allow me to partake in the field trip. This was all that bitch's doing, I said to myself. So, I found and told her that I would be going to the media and telling them of her recent 'safety changes.' "The shitstorm of bad publicity that'll come down on this school will lose you your job!" She backed off, and the dream ended before I could make my way back into the stadium, or unleash the aforementioned shitstorm.


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      04.07.2009
      Dolphin Wars (Non-lucid)
      ★★★☆☆
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







      Killer Dolphins run amok, disguised as humans. They're harvesting humans for some unknown reason. Friends are disappearing left and right, and our only hope for salvation is the one force strong enough to take the dolphins down: more dolphins. On the outskirts of campus lies the Killer Dolphin colony. Lifelong enemies of the On-Campus Dolphins, they would go to war with them in a heartbeat. But, in the end one freakish dolphin dog thing holds the fate of humanity in its furry flippers. . .

      DOLPHIN WARS! The summer smash coming soon to a cinema near you! Seriously, this dream played out exactly like a really bad sci-fi movie.


      _________________________


      05.07.2009
      A Useful Night (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







      The night bore some pretty mundane dreams. I'll write only a brief synopsis, since these dreams aren't really worth remembering in a vast amount of detail.

      Fragment: Poison
      ★★☆☆☆
      A few Bleach style action scenes involving Ishida and some random shinigami. Poison gas plays a key roll.

      This dream has some meaning because it's the first time I've dreamt about bleach.


      Dream: Needs Moar Nerf
      ★★☆☆☆
      A brief dream in which the Dream Journal forum on DV suddenly allows posts relating to nerf guns and their modifications. I post write ups for a few of the mods I've done in the past, including my nerf lightsaber. In that write up, I mention that the small bit of hollow empty space in the bottom of the hilt can be used for storing socks for all your Humans vs. Zombies games.

      This dream proved useful because of the whole throw socks into the back of the nerf lightsaber thing. I can't believe I never thought of that before.

      Updated 01-19-2018 at 07:43 AM by 25167

      Categories
      non-lucid