Horror: I'm intimate with a woman with long curly black hair. ... I false awake into my bed and see the bedroom door slowly creek open. A little girl who looks straight out of a horror movie quietly slides into the room. She approaches the bed. Her mouth isn't moving but I hear crying. My girlfriend wakes me up. The crying I heard was my mouth making noise through sleep paralysis. North Korea: I’m driving with my brother on an expressway. I miss a turn and he starts to berate me. I get upset and leave the car. I'm in a sort of parking structure. I have some basketball gear and am now looking for somewhere to change into my shorts. I see a security woman and she approaches me. She tells me I shouldn't be here, but I communicate that I'm looking for the Basketball room. She begrudgingly lets me go, and directs me to an elevator off to the left. It’s a big furniture-moving elevator. I get in the elevator, and notice there are a bunch of Asian-looking teens. When the elevator gets to the bottom, off to the side, there is an exit for a “breast reduction center”. The main entrance up ahead though, is into a hotel with red carpeting. It seems like a lobby. The teens are speaking another language and are interested in me, getting all up in my face to the point where I am worried for my safety. I realize that I am in North Korea. We exit the elevator together, and I start trying to communicate. I bounce the basketball, hoping that we could play a game and maybe form a bond of sorts. The ball bounces far too high (but I accept this). The teens seem friendly. I go to grab my phone and try to find a translator, but all I can find is text to text translation. North Korea is Best Korea.
Updated 04-01-2024 at 08:26 PM by 99808
I did a short WBTB and it got me a short lucid Spring Competition 2024 Night 3 (DEILD) 04.01.2024 I started the dream lucid as the dream was forming. I was in a city flying around and I knew a nuke was going to go off in 15 minutes. I flew down and found a bunch of soldiers that I knew I was fighting with. There was a display case that apparently had a button that could stop the nuke but non of my dream powers were working to break the glass or use telekinesis on the button. I give up on the button and explore a bit. I summon two glocks but somehow know they are airsoft guns. I want to shoot someone on full auto with them because it would be funny but I wake up before I get the courage to do it.
Fragment 1: Sinking Boat Something about a small boat – maybe a toy boat – that breaks through some ice and sinks into some water. I think I try to retrieve it. Fragment 2: Hillside and TV Walking up and down a hill. Something about television. Lilly Munster is there, on TV maybe. Also “my mom”, who doesn’t look like my Mom. Dream 1: Lab and Bathroom (Lucid) In the lab. Dr. B— (I think) and I talk about my progress. He wants us to cover our faces with masks, or at least with some kind of material. I go to “my room”, or maybe my office, to try to find a t-shirt I can use. There is something about finding Easter eggs, and looking inside of them but putting them back for the kids or something. Then there is some glassware (beakers and test tubes, etc.) that I want to break. Getting back to the lab, I accidentally swallow what was in one of the test tubes. People are running tests, and I feel like I am falling behind. I go into a bathroom. It is very large, and extends for quite a distance. I wonder if the other end is the women’s section. This reminds me of a recurring dream. I try counting my fingers, and have trouble. I try again a time or two, and maybe do a nose pinch RC, eventually realizing that this must be a dream. I levitate up into a corner next to a window, and then come back down. My lucidity is either a little low here, or I lose it and start dreaming that I’m lucid without really being lucid. Anyway, it seems to me that I still think I need to get back to the lab. But I want to try flying back. There is something about not wanting to try it and failing while some people are watching... Somewhere there was something else about a small bathroom, and wanting to use it while making the people around (some sort of office suite or something) think that I’m one of them. It is very small, and the door doesn’t close all the way.
Updated 04-04-2024 at 01:32 AM by 97618
With how the website is at the moment, I’d like to respond to comments with the next entries. The raw dream toad was pretty nasty, not really having a taste but it had very wet insides. It would have probably felt worse if I wasn’t in the very wet swamp for so long before eating it. On the thrown logs, it would be cool if it was the Gator king but for now it still is a mystery who could have done it. I find it funny how quickly the dream went away from the fact that something extremely strong attacked the plane. Also had this at the start of the night, but a shorter night along with the return to journaling made this easier to remember. I was in my shelter, sitting with the bones left from the frog and fish last night. I got up to hunt some more, grabbing a few rocks as I walked around. I was able to find a few toads this time, with my aim and strength improving with practice. I kept eating what I caught as I kept going, so I would have enough energy to continue. Eventually there were larger toads that fought back, using their tongues to grab my arms and teaming up to bite and scratch me. They were easy enough to defeat by kicking or whipping them around, so I did not consider killing them to complete the task of beating a deadly creature. I also hunted fish, learning that I could slam sticks or throw rocks at the water to get them to jump up. Days were passing by and over time I increased the parts of the swamps I explored. Eventually I found the plane wreck, so I searched inside to check the situation. The pilot was obviously still dead since he was killed before the crash but the other passenger was missing which showed that they at least jumped off. I checked the equipment and there was not much of use, but the plane had some gas left in it. Turning it on I was able to check the radio, coordinates, and radar. I only had a little time with it, as I heard something running at the plane. Whatever happened to the passenger wasn’t a mystery anymore, as they were the one running to the plane. They yelled to turn it off, so I quickly did. They were limping as they rushed at me, and they had an axe from the plane. We then sat down in a spot near the plane, and the passenger explained that he believes the sound or electricity gained the attention of whatever threw the logs, and he did not want to risk being attacked again. He broke a leg with the fall and made a splint with parts of the plane, and was surviving with the rations and snacks that were in the plane. I decided to help him with surviving and brought him to my shelter, and on the way there he said how he could not do much with a broken leg but knew a good amount about how to survive in the wilderness. He made a fire using some of the sticks that were around the plane crash, explaining that they were dried up by the fire. He kept the axe but I was able to make my own sword and axe using metal scraps from the plane. I was able to hunt creatures with something more than thrown rocks now. We then spent a couple months together, with me hunting more creatures including snakes, turtles, birds, and more kinds of fish. After enough time passed he was able to walk and hunt with me, and we headed deeper into the swamp together. He specialized more in survival aspects such as cooking and making equipment and traps, and we shared knowledge with each other to work together more efficiently. As we were walking I saw a tiny turtle far away in some water and tried out my aim by throwing a rock at it. A head rose out of the water yelling, the turtle shell just being the top of the head. Seeing us it dove in the water and shot straight at us. I tried cutting it in half as it shot out of the water but it blocked my swing with its palm. Now on the ground I saw it was a 3 foot tall kappa. It was reasonably very irritated after I threw a rock at its head with enough strength to kill a turtle that size. I tried talking it out with him but we eventually agreed to settle it with a fight. I was looking for something more powerful than the fish and snakes, so it was exciting getting into the match. I kept swinging at him with my sword and axe while he kept stopping them with his hands and striking back at me. Getting beat up this way, I threw my weapons to the side and it turned into a brawl with me punching him and him striking back with his palms. Each strike blew the surrounding leaves and plants back, shaking the forest around us. After spending enough months in the dangerous swamp, I was able to match this overpowered kappa in strength. Still only being an equal against his fighting technique, I began to imitate him with his way of blocking and striking with palms. This gave me the edge I needed, and one of my strikes was able to lift him into the air followed by another slam that threw him into the water. It parted for a moment, showing him hit the bottom on the other end of the muddy stream. I was able to rest a bit and the friend helped to check on my injuries, and after a while the kappa came out of the water peacefully making it clear that I won the fight. He was really happy after the fight and invited us to his home to rest. There we were able to talk about each of our situations, and we were able to settle on the decision to stay around this area for a while. The dream went on for a bit longer with hunting and exploring a bit more but I eventually ended it off with resting at the kappa’s place.
After being non lucid for a while, I escaped my own balcony, which, in my mind, was a literal prison. I did so by flying off with some kind of device that didn't really make sense. I ended up above a country road at some point and this is where I got lucid, mid flight. I decided to try and control the speed a bit, but the way this thing I was using was shaped made it difficult. Strangely, I never actually looked at the object, but as far as I could tell, it was some kind of bucket shaped object, with fire or air coming out of the open end with a lot of pressure. I was standing on the other end and there was some kind of pipe coming out of the middle, which I was holding onto while flying this thing. I tried to change the angle to fly faster, which worked, but it didn't make a big difference. I eventually decided to land on the ground. On the ground, I saw a group of people made up of former classmates of mine from real life. I was curious about what they were doing there, so I decided to go there. One of my class teachers was talking to a girl about something while the rest was kind of just there and talked to each other, not having any particular tasks to do. When I looked at their faces, it seemed to me that they were really accurate to real life, better than I could remember in waking life. This might have been a deception, not sure. There was a fence next to the group, a bit taller than me, which I jumped over with super strength. I woke up shortly after this. The mental clarity wasn't perfect in this LD and I probably would've done something else had it been better, but there was still some stuff that gives points for the competition and I wasn't bored either, so whatever.
Morning of Mar 30 I am in my first grade classroom semi lucid. Several students are sitting in the classroom or outside in the hall with bloody bandages on one or both of their hands. The shape of the bandages tells that they do not have fingers. I am walking into school with my father and I tell him I do not want to go to class today because our substitute is Mr. Fingereater. He tells me I have to go to school no matter what or I will be in trouble and urges me into the classroom. Mr. Fingereater is a large fat ‘man’ wearing a white shirt. The front of which is stained with blood and unbuttoned to reveal a fat hairy set of pectorals. He is bald and has large cheeks and a mouth that is set out very forward. He has a large jaw and fat cheeks with very pronounced pearly white teeth. Like a bear trap but the teeth are not jagged or triangular. His ears are also very big and round and sort of stick out from the side of his head like an elephant’s. Inside I sit down with other students. Most of the students seem to be nursing bloody bandaged hands. I intuitively know that Mr. Fingereater will only live up to his namesake if I get a question wrong. He asks me some sort of nonsense question like “What kind of Dinosaur is a Thesaurus?” I don’t know the answer because the question is sort of nonsense, and I intuitively know that if I ask to clarify the question that will be counted as ‘wrong’. I'm lucid enough to kind of be annoyed by this, its sort of the plot structure and ofc the dream isn't going to 'play fair'. Being semi lucid I decide to run away. I run out of the classroom door and out into the hall. There is a long sequence of being chased through the school. It seems to draw on imagery of several schools (my first and second elementary schools, my junior high and my high school.) It seems to largely be a standard dream labyrinth effect. At one point I find a window and look outside. The building I am in is a large brick tenement like building that is built in a very large flat grass lawn in the middle of nowhere. I contemplate jumping out of the window but decide against it. Mr. Fingereater catches me and bites off my fingers on my right hand, leaving only the thumb. He takes all four fingers at once, but he does so by taking several quick bites eating up the fingers from the tips. (Probably for maximum pain inducement) This gives very intense pain and its very nerve-wracking to see four bloody stumps with circles of white bone where my fingers are. I scream and cry. But I can still ‘feel’ them and when I try to flex them I see severed tendons. I manage to get away from him before he can take another bite by sutting myself in a locker. This changes the dream scene to the cottage owned by my father’s sister. I am in the back yard near the lake and Marcus is there sitting in a lawn chair reading a book. He sees the state I’m in and offers to transfer my consciousness to another body. He has maybe half a dozen scifi-looking cryo pods with bodies in them.. I put on a sort of VR helmet and he loads me into one of hade’s female bodies and thaws it out of the cryo pod. He explains that this is an earlier prototype and doesn’t have as many cybernetic or genetic modifications. When I get loaded in I walk over to my child self (waking self body) and it is now dead from the transfer and bleeding out on the ground, but I ignore this. Marcus says he made a hot tub time machine and wants me to try it. I get in and see there is a small touchscreen control panel with cyan blue displays. I say without really thinking “I want to go back as early as possible to change everything!” and spin my hand on a large circular dial on the touchscreen display. I arrive in a house. The structural layout feels a lot like my childhood home but the decor is different. The house is also in my childhood neighborhood but it is one of the houses near the entrance to the neighborhood on the left side of the road when you come in. Where in our house was the front living room is a dining room. In what was the dining room of my childhood home is the hot tub time machine. There is a very elegant dining set made of dark stained wood with tan/golden cushions on the dining chairs. I specifically remember seeing the patterning on the fabric where everything is a lighter tan with diamond-shaped golden embroidery that is just a little bit inset on the fabric. A crystal chandelier hangs over it. My parents are there talking to a couple of other people and a younger me is meandering about looking at the details. My consciousness seems to alternate between inhabiting my own younger body and the hade body I pulled through. My WL body is very young in this, I feel like I am just learning to walk and I go down on my hands and knees to crawl at times and this feels natural. When I transfer into the younger body my fear of Mr. Fingereater re-manifests but when I alternate into the adult body it goes away. Mr. Fingereater comes out of the hot tub time machine like he is hiding under the water. While the female Hade body is small and slender and ‘only a prototype’ its still pretty much pure muscle and insanely more capiable to a normal human body. One roundhouse kick to the face instantly takes him out, its like hitting him with a cannonball. His jaw is broken and he falls over, breaking the drywall into the next room and bleeding quite a bit. I know he is dead. I executed this kick with the hade body but presence extended to my own child body. My presence becomes fixed into my child/toddler body. I see the Hade body now inhabited by who-knows-what consciousness. I notice for the first time that body is naked, it has rather large breasts but not a vagiana. (So its probably one of the later prototypes as I only saw hade bodies with this anatomy later on) She (??? pronouns are a PITA with these, but they are technically my bodies so I say anything goes.) waves and gets back into the hot tub time machine. The machine ripples and fades out. I feel distressed and saddened by this like a friend is leaving. I also notice that the fingers on my right hand are missing but now the wounds seem to be healed over. I start to cry. My parents and whoever they are talking to seem to have completely ignored the events and the dead mutant teacher in the next room. They don’t understand why I seem to have randomly started crying. There is a very strong rise of sadness. I’m conscious of it being ‘artificially induced’ on and I’m fairly lucid by this point. But the emotion is still very strong and I can’t help myself. I am crying because the more mature and capable body left and because I know that it is a dream and I haven’t actually accomplished anything because I didn’t actually travel back to my younger self. But simultaneously I’m distressed because I’m stuck back in my childhood body without the fingers on my right hand, and because its a mortal body they wont regenerate. (Also this is another point in the consciousness-body dualism in dreams. The body you take on can influence emotional and physical responses.) It feels good to cry and my parents come over to comfort me. I woke up. This has been a distressing dream since I’ve had aches around the fingers on my right hand for most of the day. I keep checking that they are still there. Morning of Mar 31 Dreams were very fragmented and sludgy, none of them lucid sadly. I was playing minecraft. This was one of my old worlds which I played for quite awhile as a child. (The world had a very large pyramid made of red clay bricks and stone bricks which was my base). There was a large birch tree farm and I had several stacks of stone bricks and there was a large quarry pit which I put a glass roof over. But the world changed to a more recent world and I was in a mangrove swamp biome with mountains in the distance. Semi lucid. I am in the basement of my childhood home standing by where the bookshelf was and everything has a red tinge to it. I remember I am in my WL form but am undergoing a transformation into my dream form by way of an injection. This has caused me to take on a weird mix of features between the two forms. Manei is there. This is a reference to a very early dream I had. If one follows a strictly materialist/psychological pathway for the formation of a dream guide she arose here. In a dream I had some time before I even properly discovered lucid dreaming, I had a dream of Katara attempting to teach me waterbending. I was bad at it. I'm still bad at it. Some dream about my old factory job. There is a subway (resturant) inside the workplace. Also need to put down 2pts meditation 0.5pts RCs for this day. Will tally up points and post to comp thread when I have time.
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