Wandering in Dream Debris.

I wake up in my room, except its from the previous house I used to live in. I'm nonlucid so I accept whats going on as reality, but then I try something that really has had me confused since having the dream. I lay down and close my eyes and try to induce a WILD. I see some HI behind my dream eyes and I even start to get heavy vibrations go up and down my spine, then I get a rushing feeling go to my head (and like in previous WILD attempts) I hear a white noise and an odd "ping!" sound when I know i've made it inside the dreamworld. Except this time instead of the "ping!" noise, it was actually the sound of getting a coin in a Super Mario game, more precisely from Super Mario Galaxy where you hear the sound come from the little speaker in the Wii controller. I mean, exactly, like that.

I then find myself in a black abyss where a dream forms and I'm playing a new Mario game I've never played before, it was really fun actually, it felt light years beyond any console game I've played. It was a strange mix of first person, side scrolling, and 3D platformer at the same time? This whole time I'm completely in control and "lucid" in the sense that I knew I was dreaming... I just didn't know I was already in a dream to begin with and there was no need to WILD in the first place! So I guess it was semi-lucid.

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Anyway it was lots of fun. Well, up until Bowser killed me and as soon as he did, I woke up. But not in real life, but rather in the bed and that old room I used to live in. Still of course convinced, that I'd woken up and thinking "aw man, what a short WILD".

Looking back at it now, I understand the argument brought up by Inception (and of course before it as well, on this forum) between those who believe that layered dreams are real and those who think its just that we perceive them to be layered but are in fact just one dream. I'd like to say there's no such thing as layers, but after having experienced it myself, it's a fascinating idea and it felt pretty convincing, but I'm undetermined until I have more practice and experience with the subject.

I'm at my sister's house, who lives in a different state, and I'm just sitting there wondering how I got there. We talk for a bit and she explains that I came down to visit, so I accept the idea, totally oblivious and non lucid.

While she's talking I close my eyes for a moment and I start to hear music, beautiful music that I've never heard of before. I start to wonder... "Where is this sound coming from?" The longer I kept my eyes closed the further my sister's voice would become like she was fading away as the music got louder. I try to figure out how this is happening and the only thing I can come up with is "Oh I must be stoned." So oblivious to the dream signs again, I accept the idea that I'm hearing music because I'm stoned. Then as I accepted that I began to feel very very high, in fact other dreams I've had where I was high the feeling was never quite like a real life cannabis high, it always felt fake or wrong. This was totally accurate though, I was totally convinced that I was stoned and creating original music from the depths of my mind with the help of some green. (I guess I was partially right)

As I give in I feel this total sense of euphoria as the music completely engulfs me. All I can remember is how beautiful it sounded. But I remember, oh wait I'm in a conversation, I'm so rude! So I begin to open my eyes and I'm somewhere new! I'm in my dad's drive way, how odd. I'm laying down too... with blankets and a pillow, right on top of the asphalt.

Quickly none of that matters though, maybe if I stayed on that thought and tried to figure out all these odd occurrences I could've become lucid, but I was just too distracted by the beauty that took over my vision. I'm staring up at the sky as I lay down on the asphalt and I see a tree above me and in between the patches of leaves there's streams of sunlight coming down. Although I wasn't lucid, the vividness was on par of my lucid dreams. The sunlight streaming down was just so beautiful and when I stared at it long enough the holes between the patches of leaves became amazing blooming indigo, fuschia, orchid, turquoise, burnt orange and crimson flowers. I was totally stunned by the intricacy of it all that I didn't notice the music had stopped.

Suddenly I see the sun setting rapidly and the shadows began to chase down all the light. I get up quickly to retreat to my father's home down the drive way. I pick up my blanket and pillow and almost sprint down, for some reason there's a sense of terror because the darkness is coming on way too fast. Before I can get to the house though, I see a strange thing floating in the sky, it looks like plastic bags or something. I stop wondering what I'm looking at, when I start to see a plane flying some 100 feet above the fence near my father's house. I panic at how close to the ground it is and I know it's going to crash soon. Will it hit me? Will the explosion be close? I watch it fly over me and across the street as it crashes immediately into a neighbors house. I try to run wondering when or if the impact or force of the explosion will hit me, but it never does. I look back and there's nearly no debris, but I see the family coming out of their rooms to find a giant plane in their house with little fire.

My father and brother come out and I explain what happened, but they're very nonchalant about the whole thing and invite me inside. As I look back on the wreckage one more time I try to decipher why all these strange events were happening and before I had the chance to become lucid, my alarm goes off.

The details are very foggy but the main part of the dream was pretty alarming. It begins with a woman, who I'm not familiar with, and she's speaking to me and a friend about something totally normal and boring. She vaguely changes the subject to a story, but the way it unfolded in the dream was a bit odd. I didn't hear her say any words but I knew she was telling the story, I suppose through pictures and ideas.

I see her waking up in the middle of the night in her bed. She flips over and notices her baby isn't in the bed next to her, there was never mention of a baby and I didn't see one, but somehow I knew that's what was happening in the story. She looks frantically on the bed in search for it when suddenly a very bright light emits from the ceiling and she looks up screaming but I couldn't hear anything, there was just this great sense of terror and I knew she was being abducted.

Just like that I wake up from the dream. With a very odd sense... like I hadn't just woken up, like I was already awake the whole time? I wasn't the slightest bit sleepy, I felt very alert. So I reach over for my phone to use the recorder on it to take note of my dream and oddly the time was 3:33am. Weird.

I find myself in my father's living room where he is sitting comfortably on his couch taking a long drag of his cigarette. My brother, who is standing next to me, is trying to convince my father to stop smoking because of his poor health. I join the discussion when suddenly I see my dad's right arm crumbling off of his body. Not in a very gory way but it was definitely disturbing.

It was as if whenever he'd take another drag from his cigarette more and more of his right arm would turn into ashes and crumble off piece by piece just like the cigarette. He saw this happening but continued ignoring us and kept smoking till both his left and right arms were completely gone. He suddenly had a brand new, but unlit, cigarette in his mouth and was looking at us both as if to imply "Would you please light it?"