There's one area in the video games vs. lucid dreaming argument where video games come out ahead: dreams are terrible at providing a consistent gameplay experience. I'm firing some kind of energy weapon down a rocky ravine at some well-armed and armoured aliens trying to board my ship. I'm getting frustrated because the leader's damned health bar isn't going down as fast as I think it should. I pull out a heavier energy weapon, dodge a blaster shot and look down the scope of my gun—FWOOM—and feel a moment's satisfaction when I see that the leader is down below half health. It doesn't last long. "Boarders!" one of the two crew members at my side shouts at me, "Revan, they're coming in the back!" Three of the armoured aliens pour in through another door and I duck so that the enemies below can't get a shot at me. "Where's the rest of the crew?" I shout back. My brother's running the game. He doesn't say anything, but I realize that the gameplay mechanics only allow for two of my crew members to join the fight: the ones that I had in my KOTOR-sized party. Sithspit. Three people won't be enough to hold off the invaders. I dive into third-person mode which automatically pauses the fight, and float quickly through the ship. I'm looking for the rest of my crew, and I come across Mystique in her natural formsprawled out on the floor of a storage room. Keeping an eye out for the other boarders, I move towards her and think about what the gameplay mechanic for reviving a crewmate should be. I'm not actually here, so... "Found you," says my brother from behind me. I spin around. "Revan's on the other side of the ship," I argue. "You're here." I scoff at his character, a tall man in black, and then run out of the storage room before he has time to reply. A fireball hits the wall as I run past, and I run through a set of double doors, another door, and into a hallway that leads to a series of bathrooms. Second door on the left. I throw myself into the room and click the door shut softly behind me, before plugging the sink and move my hand in front of the sensor so the water runs until it's full. Silence. My body is tense as I hold myself in position, ready to fling the water at the door. Click. The door opens, and I relax when I realize it's Mystique. "Any backup?" I ask her. "Shan." "Everyone else is down where the boarders entered the Ebon Hawk. We'll have to retreat for now." We move towards the back of the ship, but we're inside a facility now, all industrial chrome and steel. Bastila Shan holds her yellow lightsaber at the ready, and Mystique and I hold complementary hues of blue and orange. I wave my hand and call up my Darth Revan outfit, looking up the steel grating as I do. I jump up to the next level. Just as I expected, an enemy stands at the ready with another an lightsaber. They smile, and I give them a bloodthirsty grin in return. It's three against one, after all. *** Other dreams: a hiking trip with a couple of guides and a group of people, trying to find a bathroom before we leave on the trip. Looking for a judge in Ixburg who can sign a cheque that I need to write to pay a fine.
DJ Log: September 21, 2015 – 6:15AM (USA Eastern) • NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID • I ride a motorcycle into the parking deck by the courthouse. At the entrance, there is a sign that says there is a special motorcycle parking area on the top level. I wind my way through the parking deck and end up at an area where the lane ends into a doorway. I shut off my bike and walk it toward the door. As I approach, a cop comes outside and points to a smaller pathway behind me and says, “That's where the motorcycles go.” I turn around and walk the bike down the path and find that I am on a sidewalk which splits at the edge of the parking deck. To my right is a driver training course on which someone is taking their driving test on a horse. I stare for a moment in disbelief, shake my head, then turn the other way and push the motorcycle down the sidewalk. As I am walking, the motorcycle seems to get smaller. After a bit of walking, I look to my left and see a couple of people hanging out in a Jeep on the other side of a small parking lot. There are a couple of kids sitting on the back seat of the jeep and an older woman sitting in the passenger seat. A familiar looking guy with long blonde hair is standing next to it, watching me walk by. I wave and move on. As I continue walking, I notice that the motorcycle has shrunk to the size of a child's dirt bike. I pick up the bike with one hand and keep on walking. After a bit I look left again and see another group of people hanging out around an old Ford Bronco. Taking a closer look, it looks like almost the same group of people. I stop and stare at them for a moment and the two kids look at me, then turn and run off. The older lady gets out of the truck and wanders off as I start walking toward. The blonde guy just stands there, staring at me as I walk up. As I get closer, I realize that it's Andrej Pejic standing there. I can't believe my eyes, so I walk up and say, “There is no way that you are actually standing in front of me.” as I become lucid. I feel a tingling throughout my body as the dream quickly destabilizes. Before fading out, I look at Andrej and smile while saying, “You're so pretty! I love your hair!” then I wake up.
I just woke up from this dream after trying to go to bed early, so here we go. I was in a big house with a bunch of other people around my age and it seemed as though someone had made dinner and we were supposed to get some of it. I left a little bit of Coca-Cola in a 2L bottle on the table where I was going to sit and I was worried about it being stolen, even though it never was. It's sort of difficult to describe the kitchen, but it had one of those counter/island things but it was shaped like a square and it was huge. On one side, there was a counter on the other side of walking space that went around 3 sides of the island/thing. And on the other counter space is where there was a huge pot filled with giant pasta noodles. They looked like this: The only difference is that they were a lot bigger in the dream. There wasn't too much sauce in the pasta either, and it seemed like half of it was like syrup or honey for some reason. I remember getting a dish, and one thing I noticed about all the dishes is that they were way shinier than any dishes would be in real life. They seemed too shiny somehow. My bowl in particular was really reflective. I filled it up with the gross pasta and sat down at my spot. And then I woke up. Oh boy. What a great dream. Eh.
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