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Lucid #2??: Rocket-Powered Flight

I’m standing at the corner where two long, endless hallways meet in an elbow bend. I’m trying to demonstrate to an audience how to rearchitect it, so I “select” part of the hallway as if this were all taking place inside of a 3D computer graphics program like Blender or 3DS Max. It lights up bright green. I want to shorten it, so I “select all” and the entire length of one hallway now glows bright green as far as I can see.

I take a moment to appreciate this power, and as I consider what I’m doing, I realize that I’m dreaming! The dream starts to fade on me, but I’m determined not to lose it. I vigorously rub my hands together and start belting out a song: “I’m not going to lose this dreeeeeam!” I sing a few more lines about lucidity, and in one line declare (with no real supporting evidence) that Dreamer is also here.

Suddenly I emerge outside in a brightly-colored world that has the look and color scheme of a classic video game from the Nintendo 8-bit era. I’m on a large, green plane that I think is supposed to be an abstract representation of grass. Nearby there’s a small pond filled with realistic-looking water, and a fair number of brightly-colored but mostly realistic DCs wander nearby.

There’s an old-fashioned looking stereo nearby that seems to be producing the game world’s music, which is a pleasant, catchy chiptune soundtrack. On the side of the stereo in black letters, I see “????? Sound System”. (Can’t remember the name!) I think about how I’ll definitely want to remember this name when I wake up.

I feel pressure in my stomach and absentmindedly push out a big fart. Rather than a brief event, though, the gas continues in a loud, embarrassing, seemingly unstoppable stream. I figure that since this is a dream, it may just go on forever (which it seems to be doing.) I get a sour look from one DC, a man with a dark mustache, who glares at me and walks away.

I suddenly recall that I received a lucid dare to engage in fart-powered flight (seriously!), so I decide that now is pretty much the perfect time to try. I think of myself being propelled upward and I blast easily up into the air! It’s some of the most effortless flying I’ve ever done. I wonder whether I should just fly like this all the time.

I soar happily back and forth through the sky, my “rocket propulsion” continuing all the while. Suddenly, Dreamer streaks quickly past me, flying in the same gas-powered manner that I am! I see and hear her “hee-hee-hee!”ing as she shoots by and I start laughing too, enjoying the hilarity and immaturity of this dream.

I fly up to a large tree, easily a couple of hundred feet tall. I shoot quickly to the top and land on one of the branches, seeing a sloping wooden hallway that leads into the interior of the tree. I walk into it, curious about what this tree is and where it leads. I hear a snatch of conversation, PercyLucid saying something about wanting to trade lucid dares with me and some other people “for a few hours” so he can do some of ours. Very shortly after this, the dream ends.

More weirdness. I was in France, on vacation. I walked into some kind of pub for twins. There was this girl there, who I recognized. I got into a fight (verbal, luckily) with a dude because of some toxic remark he made. I was about to run out, when the girl ran after me and offered me a drink (she spoke French, I replied in English) on the house. I accepted and went back inside. I told the girl I recognized her. She said she had a twin working at a fast-food place in Wallonia (southern bit of Belgium, where they speak French). I indeed remembered seeing her there.

I really wanted to get into her pants.

In this dream, I had a kid. He was barely one year old, as he couldn't really walk. I think we were in a supermarket. He was playing around, and making a real mess. At one point I jokingly referred to him as the "destroyer of worlds".

#454 - DILD - 4:03AM

I am out of town with my brother hanging out in a mechanic’s shop. We are good friend's with the owner and I see some one has an open beer sitting out. The own comes into the room and seems very drunk so we all start drinking. Some kid's join in but they take it way too far. A teenage girl and boy take turn shot-gunning can's of beer and one spills a lot. The boy takes a swim in the puddle of beer.

Our wife's stop in and want us all to go out. I tell them we already went bowling, but I'd be willing to go out again. I am surprised that no one seems to care about the teenagers staggering around drunk. I lay at them because they only drank three beers and they are totally wasted.

I leave to meet everyone wherever we are going and stop at a fast food restaurant. My old friend Carrie is working there and she seems a little annoyed to see me. I feel awkward and dismiss myself to the restroom. I notice the restroom is very small and only has space for one urinal. I pee then take a look in the mirror. I am shocked that my hair is completely shave off. I look really good bald, but miss my hair. I wonder if someone shaved my hair when I was drunk, but I don't see how I wouldn't know. Suddenly, it dawns on me and I say to my mirror DC, "I am dreaming!" I watch my reflection spin around as my hair now looks longer in places and with bald patches. I stare amused at this until I wake up.

I was in some kind of team of special forces. We knew of a hostile alien presence in the city. We used a very advanced type scanner (sattelite-based perhaps) to scan the city for alien life forms. The entire underground (sewers, subway tracks) lit up pink. They had to be completely infested and overrun. I don't think this mission was "official" or government sanctioned. We were on our own. We were a team of four. One was a woman. We entered a small building were we had stashed all our gear. We wore massive suits of advanced armor, making us look like futuristic medieval knights. Our weaponry was equally grotesque. Miniguns, a massive rocket launcher, stuff like that. Sadly, the others had already grabbed the cool stuff, so I was stuck with an oversized assault rifle, and a smaller carbine as back-up weapon. We all felt this could be a one-way trip. The idea was simple, but by no means easy - we would ride a small rail vehicle and plant explosives throught the entire underground. Then, we'd blow the whole place to Hell.

We went in, but pretty soon things got messy. I have no recollection of what the aliens looked like, but soon enough we ended up in combat. Also, it turned out the government didn't like our mission, and had dispatched CIA operatives to stop us. Among them was Noah Bennet. I wasn't sure they were directly attacking us, or if the aliens were between us and them, but we were taking casualties. I remember a fragment of a vehicle, possibly the train cart, hanging off a chasm - the female member of the team barely hanging on. I grabbed her arm, but she lost her grip and fell to her doom. At the end, we were trying to escape via a freight elevator. We just ran for it, explosions and gunfire (the CIA team?) right behind us. I got in first, but was knocked to the floor. I waited for my surviving buddies, but then there was another explosion. Blood, gibs, and a stray eyeball were all that was left of them. Shaken and frustated, I activated the elevator. I never knew if the mission had succeeded or not.

2015.07.19 - Can't remember

2015.07.20 - sleep time: 2.30am - awake time: 8.30am
I vaguely remember my girlfriend and a swimming pool.

2015.07.21
a) sleep time: 2.30am - awake time: 8.30am
Don't remember

b) sleep time: ? - awake time: 3am
I dreamed I was a broccoli. Not a surreal cartoony with eyes and mouth, just a broccoli.

c) sleep time: 3am - awake time: 8am
My two business partners (I got a company) and I were at some kind of game fair, in our own booth, presenting a new game.


No lucid dreams.

I was driving my car across a medium-sized suspension bridge. There was a lot of traffic. At one point, a few cars right in front of me collided. There was a big pile-up and no way to continue or drive around it. I got out, and suddenly realized one of the cars was leaking gas and would explode soon - killing a lot of people. I had to get off the bridge ASAP. Suddenly the scene looked a lot worse - cars upside down, a massive hole in the bridge, and cars floating in the water beneath. I wanted to jump, but realized the odds of hitting a floating car were too high. I proceeded to climb the wreckage of the bridge, balancing on metal beams, many meters above the river. I noticed I wasn't really scared. I reached the other side (the bridge was ripped in half now), but realized I couldn't really leave all those people behind. I extended my arm to grab the people still trapped on the other side. One of them was Matt Parkman, and I remember watching a 2-hour feature film dedicated to this character earlier. Random Heroes references

In the dream there was a football match going on (soccer), while I was watching some of my colleagues in an apartment below me. The apartment was weird, like it was missing its outer wall - I could look straight in. It belonged to Raoul, one of my colleagues. At some point, he commented that someone from the other team (I think) was stupid. "Patje", another of my colleagues, got extremely mad and started slapping him around. It looked harmless and playful at first. They disappeared from view, and it sounded like he was really beating him up now. When he was done, Patje started wrecking Raoul's home. I mean, literally everything. Vases, furniture, you name it, he destroyed it. I felt horrible for Raoul, and wanted to call the cops. Another colleague standing next to me, Dominic, gave me a weird look - clearly he disagreed with the idea of calling the cops on a friend. I did it anyway, but the moment I pressed "call", I mysteriously teleported off somewhere else, several blocks away. I then "became the camera", and moved between buildings towards the place I was at earlier. Turns out that whatever happened there had long ended. Or never happened. Don't know.

I was with a group of people walking on the sidewalk. Suddenly a kid, probably around 12, runs past us and steals something. I chased after him for a while, but he was fast and running in circles. A woman was helping me chase him down, so I instructed her to go the other way and block his escape. It kind of worked. I caught him, and... cut him into pieces. Literally. I returned what he had stolen (a pizza), and left him without legs, lying in the street (next to a small building). Slices of the child were in the pizza box. The others noticed this, and laughed. "Daaaaamn!"

I have some lingering fragments of being able to fly, and Claire being hurt - so I had to carry her.

Side note: this was my first night on huperzine.