I was too anxious from the FA to fall back asleep; I considered stopping lucid dreaming I was so disturbed. My terror and dreams are separate things however, they can happen at the same time but they're not causally related. I'm not going to stop because I was afraid! Color Code Non-lucid Semi-lucid Lucid Intentional control It's around 4:15 While laying down relaxing I'm imagine myself walking in the dark. It starts to feel very real; I continue on and soon after each step I take gravity weakens until with a tap of the toe I'm sent into space. I float for a few seconds, "Well, why not visit Minecraft?" accepting the fact that I dream of it so often, I hear the sound effect of falling into a body of water. I still don't see anything so I imagine pressing a space bar on an imaginary keyboard so I can float up, just then I can see that I'm in a body of water. I make it to the surface and then float above the water. "What was my task?" it feels like the dream world is fading as I ask myself this question, I land then begin focusing on the tree's and notice some tall green Mario pipes with a 2d image of Kirby on them. Everything stabilizes. "Element control!" I turn back to the water and command, "Rise water, rise!!!" I bring my hands in-font palms facing up and raise my hands. A medium portion of the water is reacting but only lifts about six feet into the air, never disconnecting with the body of water. Satisfied I turn back to the Mario pipes and think about what else I can do, I phase through the Mario pipe to look inside, in the center of the pipe where the ground meets, I see another 2d image of Kirby. I fly back up in the air and circle the area just taking in everything. The dream begins to fade. *I think I wake up, I want to grab my phone after the lucid so I can record an audio file.* I sit up in bed and hear a swooshing sound and feel off, I reach for my blanket and when I grab it, I immediately notice that I can't actually feel anything. The blanket moved so realistically, I'm filled with a sense of terror, "Is my brain messed up?" "Am I awake but my body is asleep and that's why I can't feel anything?" I'm questioning my sanity at this point and simply decide to lay back down and close my eyes. I wake up. I should have known it was a false awakening and remained calm, the light was on, I heard strange sounds, I couldn't feel the blanket. This was my first time moving around while fully conscious in a false awakening and it really caught me off-guard.
Updated 04-04-2024 at 08:15 PM by 100743
Since my last 'no caffeine' test I've resumed with going back to drinking coffee/etc but I've been wondering if it has been messing with my recall because it's just been terrible recently. So as of yesterday I'm again off the caff. The Assassin Inside of a dimly lit apartment I find someone knocking on the door. An asian woman comes in and a time lapse begins, showing the progression of several hours. It ends with us in the bedroom sleeping together. She wakes and is looking for something through two boxes. I go over to her side and think to myself that these are some boxes she must've brought here with her tonight. It's still very dark and difficult to see but I notice one of the boxes were full of yogurt containers. It looks like they are all bloated and leaking. "You know these should be refrigerated right?" I mention, but she seems to have other priorities right now. There's knocking on the front door, I head over and open it up. There's a group of ten to fifteen asian boys in a semi-circle around the deck, all around 15-ish in age. They're all saying the same word over and over again but it's hard to tell what it is over their accents. Then I notice something on the ground by the rightmost teen. At first I thought it was a Furby but I recognize that it's Gizmo from those old Gremlin movies. I point at it and say "Gizmo!" as I simultaneously realize that's exactly what they've been chanting the whole time. I get a kind of foreboding and ominous vibe from the situation, I shut the door and go back to my room. The woman reveals to me that she's an assassin and that she's doing some work in the area. I ask her if that's why there's a bunch of guys at the door. This puts her on high alert, she hands me a gun and says something about being found out and takes off. I suddenly find myself outside looking up at a walkway that wraps around a building, it could be a motel. The assassin woman is struggling to get away from a man that is behind her with one arm around her waist and another over her mouth. I still have the gun she gave me earlier, I take sight at the man but they're so close to each other, I don't want to risk shooting her. She shoved him away at one point and I pull the trigger, but an airsoft bullet comes out and it weakly arches downward. I wait for another opportunity to shoot and this time the gun fires violently loud, my recall ends here. The slaughter house As a floating perspective I view the inside of someone’s house that is being checked out by two police officers. The officers are saying there were reports of pigs being raised in this house and they wanted to see if that was the case. The owner is walking along with them with his ~5-ish year old son following the action. The cops only check a few rooms and then leave the house, satisfied that there were no pigs here. Then from one of the rooms they didn’t check a small piglet comes running around the corner the father grabs it and says to the son that he’ll have to kill it now. The child protests and asks why? The father says if he kills whichever pigs venture out this far into the house it will encourage the other pigs not to do so, as he lifts the piglets head and brings out a blade. My perspective leaves the house before I see/hear what happens next. I’m now semi-lucid and really disgusted at this man. I fly above the house and focus on the roof, I begin crushing it with my mind. The shingles and wood start splitting and bunching up towards a central point in the middle of the house. I think that this isn’t a productive way to teach the guy how fucked up his actions were as my semi-lucidity fades.
Updated 04-04-2024 at 06:31 PM by 106
Before WBTB I set my alarm for 6 hours from now, make a plan to stay up for about 30 minutes when it goes off, and then go to bed. WBTB No recall. I spend some time incubating a dream where I am in the lamp-post area from Chronicles of Narnia where Lucy meets Mr. Tumnus. The goal being to transition directly from waking into this dream. I've grabbed onto lamp-posts and other objects before to "pull myself into" dreams, so it seems like a good strategy. I write up a dream where I summon Daniel Love, ask him for advice on teleporting, and then go through a portal to arrive at Silverlight. This takes me about 30 minutes and then I return to bed. I have some difficulty going back to sleep, but eventually I get there. No WILD sensations though. After WBTB Chasing Daniel: I’m in my bedroom, and I remember that I was just going to sleep from a WBTB and perform a nose RC [1]. Aha! This is a dream. I get up and start looking around. I can feel the dream is unstable so I start to rub the floor with my hands, and (as is tradition) lick the wall. It still tastes like wall. I recall that my first task is to summon, so I go to the bathroom door in front of me and imagine Daniel Love behind it. I pull the door open and check the whole room, including the area behind the opened door. He isn’t there. Crap. Maybe I was too rushed? I go to the kitchen and my Mom and Dad are there, talking about something. I pay them little attention. I do notice that the kitchen table is covered in pizza boxes, empty two-liters, and crumpled up paper. I reflect about how my brain is this good about characterizing my past. I make it to the fridge, thinking I want something to eat, and sure enough there is an apple in a bottom drawer in the fridge [2]. Successful summon! First task complete! As I try to grab it, I feel the dream destabilizing. Void. I try to focus and go back into the dream. I hear my Mom’s voice from outside my room. Wait. My Mom isn’t alive. It can’t be her. I perform a nose RC. This is a false awakening [3]. I get out of bed again and try to stabilize more vigorously this time, but the dream fades. … I’m outside a small shop, and I remember that I had just been stabilizing. Nose RC: Lucid again. I recall that I want to summon Daniel. I see that there are two people in the shop: a customer facing away and a person tending the register. The customer is the one facing away, so I imagine that when I see his face, it’ll be Daniel. I approach him and I notice the back of his head looks like what I expect Daniel's would look like. Short black hair. But when I extend my hand out to meet him, he says “not him” [4]. This is a dark skinned man with a mustache. Nope. He shakes my hand anyway though. I try to turn-around-and-turn-back to get him to transform into Daniel, but no luck. The dream starts to fade again. Points Day Time Practice Reality Checks (Good) = 1pt Induction and Recall WBTB (Success) = 2pts [1]: First DILD = 10pts [3]: Catch a False Awakening = 2pts Dream Control Tasks [1]: Reality Check/Stabilize = 1pt [2]: Basic Summoning + First Task = 5pts + 5pts = 10pts [4]: Interact with a Dream Character = 2pts Night 6 Total = 28pts
Updated 04-05-2024 at 04:49 PM by 99808
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP Marry into a rich family. Their mansion in a beautiful place surrounded by mountains, but my mother in law is insane. She wants everything in the house plus everybody to wear only white knitted clothes. It is kind funny at first, but it gets exhausting after a while. None of the sisters and cousins of my husband ever complain but the hate it to. I get an accomplice to change the decoration in the living room to colorful stuff. Off course she hates it and wants it down. Then I live in an apartment (looks like my mom's, but in a totally different life) and my husband becomes abusive. He keeps me locked up, I can't go anywhere except to some family or work events with him. He's been telling everyone that I'm schizophrenic, so nobody believes when I say what's going on. I always find ways to come to the door when the mailman comes or something, but nobody believes me. He keeps moving me to more and more restrictive places. Then at some party he takes me to, I refuse to go back home, keep insisting publicly that he is abusive and I demand someone to call the police. There is a couple people who give me the benefit of the doubt, I press charges, I don't go back and I stay with this lovely family. Police goes to the home and does find evidences he keeps me locked up and that I am suffering malnutrition. There is no record of me in hospital and psychiatric treatments as he claimed. I get a restraining order from him, get support and go to university to study. But gotta keep looking over my shoulder. I am afraid to pass under a tunnel that is so dark. Some guy passing by seems safe and nice so I ask if he can walk with me and we become friends. He is such a geek and later invites me to watch him participate in a Lego tournament for 2 or 3 days. I go and I am amazed, as he builds an entire Hogwarts castle and train from Harry Potter with regular Lego pieces.
I had a meeting with someone that messaged me underneath a bridge, we had a meeting under the bridge before heading to the terrace of a campsite where we met up with an old acting teacher from mine late at night to pitch her app for money. I was browsing the app's website and read its about page as I had no idea what exactly the app was myself. I'm now in the grey backrooms of a classroom at what was implied to be my old school, I had finished my assignment and was reading a binder as I waited for the class to end. Two teachers resembling my community college teacher as well as my primary school teacher walked up to my table and told us to reconsider our PDFs and continue working instead of reading as we wouldn't leave earlier than 1 am. The teachers kept us in the room until 1 am. It was currently 11 PM and I was getting tired and had to go to the bathroom. The bathroom was in the hallway and I asked if I could go leave and the teacher refuses. Mind you I didn't even have my stuff to escape, I just needed to pee. I told her and she pulled out some big transparent vase like sculpture filled with urine. Looking at how unethical all of this is, I call out the teacher to remind her that this is supposed to be a VET major, absolutely ridiculous that we weren't even allowed to go to the bathroom. As I walk back to the backrooms of the classroom, I remembered it resembles the back of my old elementary school where they had two toilets up the stairs in the back. But they were out of order and the toilets became rubble. It was then that I heard a student mention taking the elevator in the room that worked, so I grabbed my stuff, entered the elevator, then got on my bike as soon as I left the building and rode to the train station. As I rode my bike to the train station I notice that a motorcyclist has been following me for a while, I speculated that it might be a spy, as they take off their helmet, it is indeed the teacher from the classroom who's following me! I taunt her as I grab my phone, about to film her and expose her unethical practices to the world. I then wake up. Dream was in Dutch.
My dream before involved using magic and powers, so it transitioned pretty smoothly between that and training in the swamp. While there were a couple around me, Gejoh from last time was the one directly training me this time. He showed that it was possible to control and shoot streams of water without needing fish to do it. I needed to bring it up from a body of water, and he explained there was still use in getting fish to jump out to shoot from different angles. Looking back this isn’t really true since the streams could curve in the air, but having extra streams of attack isn’t too bad. Gejoh was pitch black with a glowing blue mouth and eyes similar to his profile picture, and was able to get water blasts to shoot out of those parts of his face. I and Passenger were training with different people, and after enough training we faced another large alligator together again. We did not need the both of us to block attacks from the alligator anymore, but it was still difficult to land a hit that seemed to truly hurt the alligator. Passenger told me the stomach was its weakest area but I did not find that helpful since it was flat on the ground. Passenger then showed me what he’s learned and stuck his hand in the ground to flip the ground with the alligator on it. I was then able to show him what I’ve learned as well and shot streams at its stomach, successfully cutting into it. With the alligator still stunned by being flipped over, I was able to cut its stomach open and Passenger was able to shoot a pillar of earth into it, killing the alligator. With this one killed on land, we were able to collect from its body afterwards. We gained a new set of armor and weapons made from its scales and claws, and we had a feast with the whole village around the body as it continued to be carved. Kappa reunited with us and brought up that maybe we should try returning home. He was happy to have his people’s homes saved and did not want to keep us from trying to find our way out. Passenger conflicted since we had been there for so long and was still afraid of whatever threw the logs when we flew over, but I convinced him that it was worth checking out the wreckage again. We headed back and on the way there he found out how to use his ground control to surf on the ground and I followed in learning how to use water to shoot myself forward. We taught each other how to use each other’s abilities and although we learned a bit we stayed specialized in what each of us learned first. Once at the wrecked plane we decided to turn it on and check its radar again, now ready in case a fight came to us. Passenger stayed inside to continue checking the screens and I was on the outside trying to move the receivers in different directions. He told me if I should stay pointed in any directions and I heard him trying to use the radio. He was finally able to communicate with someone and told me to hold still. I stood still up on the plane for a while until I heard something loud in the distance. Although we were now confident in our abilities, if it was the same opponent we would still be getting a tree thrown at us. Passenger was able to close up his conversation over the radio and told me to hide in the distance with him. Nothing came, but we were able to learn the directions of other people and of possibly the enemy from the first dream. Since the sound was relatively near, we rushed in that direction silently. Once we got close enough we headed over more slowly and finally saw a massive figure holding a log. It’s getting difficult describing size with how big the enemies are getting. It would be simple enough to say it was obviously inspired by the Tetranadon from Monster Hunter, but about 4 times the size. There was no question that this was the King Gator, who I mistakenly thought of as King Croc in the dream. His head was way over the trees, and after staying still for a bit he threw the tree in his hand to the side as if it were weightless. I wanted to leave the fight until the next dream so I could dedicate all of it to the fight, so I convinced Passenger that we should go back for now. It was not hard convincing him since he believed we needed more training before facing King Gator, so we went back to the town and told them the situation. With that description they agreed that he was known as King Gator and the leaders of the village wanted to help with our training to ensure our victory. The dream ended in the middle of the training.
April 3rd, 2024 Fragment 1: Munster Music Someone is looking for suggestions for music that has an atmosphere like the Munsters. Someone else suggests Los Straightjackets, and I suggest the Ventures. Actually, I think it might have been the Munsters looking for music, or someone trying to find music that the Munsters would like. I think that Los Straightjackets might have been on the scene too late. Fragment 2: Something about the bathroom in a house I lived in when I was little. Some kind of play being rehearsed. Something about my Dad.
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