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    1. Setbacks

      by , 03-02-2014 at 05:09 PM (Into the Ether)
      Less sleep and no agenda.

      1. Swimming in the ocean with another ocean dweller. We both have fins instead of legs. We're laughing until I realize a third finned ocean dweller is above the water and tied with rope. The two of us under the surface consider untying the third but a man arrives and uses the third to track me and the other. Something about her tears falling into the water made things difficult for us. We had to avoid the tears but the tears also seemed to prevent us from leaving the immediate area, creating a sort of hurricane boundary we couldn't pass.

      2. It's night out and I walk out of an office in a questionable building in a questionable neighborhood. I see two people who work for the property owner, they approach me. One of them is helpful the other is more of a body guard and informs me the boss is using my office and I'll need to stay out until he's finished.

      I'm annoyed. How long will business take and how long will I be forced to linger outside? I walk into the office and notice the boss sitting there, large heavy set man, crime boss.

      After greeting him I go back outside. Guess they were telling the truth. Well, fuck. Now what to do with myself.

      3. Deciding to go play in a gym, I find some old teammates. As I attempt to make a layup the ball deflates. I fall and then get up and swap the ball out with one that has air. A man stops me and tells me I can't do that. I ask him why not. He says we already have too many of theirs that we're using. I'm confused. It's a gym. We're using two. Seriously? This doesn't make any sense and I take the ball anyway and pass it to a teammate. I stare at him and wait for him to say something.

      A game is about to begin when our team is informed we aren't allowed to play. There's an issue with our uniforms and some overall prejudice with our team. Personally I don't care too much, if they're really this much of an asshole it's not worth it. Yet I can see the starting five players becoming worked up. This is their life, this is where they've placed their self-value. . . in the game of basketball. I might not care but they do.

      I go and talk to a couple of referees to figure out exactly what the issue is. Turns out they didn't want to play us. We're too skilled of a team. That's a bullshit reason but whatever, it's their gym so we leave.

      One of the girls needs a ride. I hang back and try to make a few calls. Seems I've lost my car.
    2. $300 Prize

      by , 03-01-2014 at 04:31 PM (Into the Ether)
      The three of us were able to meet up at what we're using as a Home base. Next objective we wanted to try was talking to the people there, since we all recalled at least 6 or 7 additional people with us who we didn't intend to see.

      1. Almost tantric like coitus with man I love but don't actually know.

      2. WG is with her sister (?) and I'm tagging alone. They both seem to want to color their hair.. and pick up boxes to do that.

      3. There's an event, I'm trailing behind Wg and her sister when I had to fall behind. I finished and caught up with them but they're turning a corner. I consider catching up and at least saying 'goodbye' before I head off on my own. Yet they seem pretty immersed in their conversation that I decide not to.

      4. As soon as I turn around, the coitus-tantric-sex man reappears behind me. He pulls out paper and has a confused expression on his face. We figure out that he won a prize. It was covertly placed into his jacket pocket (black tie-ish event). The paper had three red letters on a white rectangular shaped paper. T-I-F I think. Never figured out what that meant.

      5. I work with him to to claim the prize, he doesn't know what he should do. I speak to a nearby event staff to get the info with claiming the prize. There was a sequencing of events and not much time left to get it done. I place the guy in a nearby line to buy some ticket (buying a second ticket for something was the first step). There was one or two things left, we got to the last part and we're near train tracks now. He scratches off part of the ticket to reveal the even larger prize and he doesn't win it. I don't even think he wanted to win it, lol.

      6. He's done and laying on the ground now, facing toward the sky. Laughing, I tell him to go claim the prize. It's still $300 which he seemed to be able to use. That and the contest itself was the big deal, not the prize.

      7. We get to the area for him to claim the prize and I notice there's a man in a pink ballerina outfit sitting on his knees, he's also wearing a goofy smile. Turns out there are two men who are having a discreet discussion underneath the man in the tutu. I peek under because it's strange and notice a waaaaay too revealing set of pink undergarments and quickly remove myself.

      8. I go back to the man who won the prize, he looks at me with such a playful smile as he tells me he didn't want the prize.

      9. I return to Home base and find a small room inside. I'm trying to fix something, it almost looks like a toilet but for some reason it had a really weird shape to it (heh, maybe a fountain?) There was a porcelain part and a wicker top part. NH shows up and tries to help me, but he's moreso not helping.
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    3. Familiar Faces

      by , 02-27-2014 at 05:42 PM (Into the Ether)
      The hopelessness seeps through the armor I've molded for myself, it eats away at my flesh as though it were acid.

      I'm not returning there.

      Escaping thoughts of the past, I feel it pulling me, dragging me back into the darkness. Grabbing the most solid image I can, I escape it before I'm submerged into the depths.

      I see a friend, M, I haven't spoken to in a very long time. Make a proposal to him.

      "I need your help."

      "Ok."

      "It's just, there's an issue-- wait, you just said ok?"

      "Yes."

      "Do you know why I'm here?"

      "Yes."

      He touches me on the side of my head and images begin to flicker within my mind.

      I see us together, from his perspective. I'm sitting in front of him, talking, when black almost formless figures begin seeping into the space from behind me. I haven't seen them yet but he has. Before either of us do anything I watch as I'm being dragged away, down into the floor, past the floor, fighting against them. He tunnels after, trying to follow.

      He pulls his hand from my temple.

      "Wonderful! I don't have to explain then."

      I just need a quiet, safe place to go over my methods. Being dumped into pointless dream after pointless dream means I waste energy leaving those dreams instead of thinking of a long term plan. The illusions are busy work. I need time, my friend can buy me more time.



      He agrees. I head off to resolve the issue. I find a couple friends, one of which is the person I was looking for, Sen. Sen and others are here, in a hotel rooms of sorts. Waiting. Sen gets a phone call, it's time to move.

      We leave and as I get downstairs there's a bus waiting. Sen ushers me onto it, I worry I forgot my phone but then as I dig around for it, I hear them shouting at me to get on. I do.

      Once my foot touches the platform the bus moves. I struggle to pull myself fully on board. I assumed they'd come with me but they're not. I find a seat.

      Looking out the windows it's clear we're speeding. Then we're going faster, fast enough to blur the images. It almost looks like we're in New York. Then the environment changes to more Asian influences. The bus stops. I get off. There are Chinese people nearby. I silently walk past them.

      Eventually I arrive in a room, like an observatory. There's a large pole in the middle of the room as well as Sen's ancestor, a Voodoo Priestess I had met a number of times before.

      A dead body is moved along the floor, then up against the wall, then overhead, only to be hit by an oncoming object from the opposite direction. The body bounces and returns to the original location. Then another sequence begins, this time the force has more impact to the body.

      After the second sequence, lightning strikes the top of the pole, many bolts of lightning. I watch it, trying to understand.

      "Don't look at the pole, this part will damage your (she either said mind or eyes)."

      Quickly I look away, assuming it was one of those rules like don't stare at the sun.

      Soon after this session fades, I'm in the mountains, trying to escape again. The area is too large to explore so I use a method similar to google maps. I drop a pin into a location, land there, observe the routes it leads to, then pick the pin up and redrop it someplace else. There's a specific exit I'm searching for.

      Finding the direction I want I leave. I arrive at a lake with a friend. We jump from the top of a waterfall before other smaller issues arise.

      Updated 02-27-2014 at 09:20 PM by 55023

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    4. Mzzkc Creates a Video Game

      by , 02-26-2014 at 10:09 PM (Into the Ether)
      As the night begins I find myself suckered into cleaning up a Spring Break motel room after an escapade of filthy sex. Not my own mind you, I was hired. As I'm digging through the mess, I find odd items. Old toys which I can't make sense of. Staying here seems like a waste of time. I look for an exit but two men interfere with my departure. They tell me I have a job to do. I tell them no, I don't. I head back into the room and they leave yet remain nearby. I manage to rip a hole in the wall and leave that way.

      I emerge into an old home of mine. I walk around. My close friend, K, is already here. She wants Starbucks again. We walk downstairs to the Starbucks, she gets her drink but I have a nagging feeling I can't get rid of.

      We go back upstairs and I sense it again. Something is following me. Something dark and heavy but I can't see it and it doesn't interact with me.

      I ignore it since I can't pinpoint it. I go into a bedroom to rest. I fall asleep and wake up looking at a computer screen. People are chatting, I'm reading the lines of text, nothing out of the ordinary for chat rooms. Until a symbol shows up on the screen.

      A glowing red eye appears at the bottom of the page and the chatter picks up. I look at the name next to the eye and it's Mzzkc. I lean away from the screen. Look left then right. Hrm.

      I haven't typed anything into chat yet and don't feel like I should. I'm about to log out when suddenly I get an invitation to join a call. Silently I click 'accept' and wait.

      Mzzkc is in the middle of talking to a group of us about a video game he's designed. I can't recall specifics, it was nerd-speak on the mechanics of it but I understood enough to know he was talking about the 'how' in regards to the creation of the game.

      A moment later I'm pulled through the screen of my computer and am within the game. Others are here with me and we're standing while listening to Mzzkc continue his lecture. I'm still decently confused of the 'how' and the 'why' behind this but don't mind it enough to leave yet.

      Along the way we passed through a barricaded hallway. I stared at the barricade for a long while, trying to make sense of the mess. Many fire extinguishers and boxes. . . varying types and sizes for both.

      We're doing a walk through of the progression of the game. We're guided through a school, eventually finding our way to a laboratory with a medical chair in the middle of the room. We walk into a connected room with windows and vials bordering the walls. As we walk around this area a werewolf looking character emerges. Startled, I prepare to fight it but soon realize it's not real. Sort of like a hologram or a replica of the real thing. The attention to detail in the character is impressive, in fact everything so far holds an excessive attention to detail.

      I haven't said much so far but decide to walk out. I walk down a driveway and then continue along the side walk for a short distance.

      "Hey, wait up."

      Mzzkc is walking on the grass at an angle before arriving in front me. He keeps walking, says something, then points out the snake nest to my right.

      "They won't bother you if you don't bother them." He points right in front of me.

      I look down. There's a couple coral snakes that I would have stepped on with my next step if he hadn't pointed them out.

      Slowly I step away but one of the snakes takes an interest and follows me. I slowly shift directions but the snake moves for me. I'm forced to jump to avoid it, when I land it comes at me again, I jump again and the cycle repeats a few times before I ask for help.

      Mzzkc catches it attention and it follows after him, which gives me enough time to leave.

      I'm now in a house nearby, safely away from the snakes. Then I see some kids running outside as I run inside. I'm concerned they'll run into the nest and head out after them.

      Turns out they've found a snake and they're hovering over it, staring at it curiously.

      I walk over and get to them before they've touched it, managing to pick the snake up and hold it near the neck.

      I can't seem to keep a solid grip on it and the longer I hold the snake, the more the flesh degrades and falls apart. Yet it's still alive and able to strike so I continue to hold it, considering tossing it but aren't sure the risks involved with tossing it free. I become worked up with holding it and eventually break down.

      "Mzzkc!"

      "Mzzkc!"

      "Mzzkc!!!"


      He comes running out of the house I was just in, passes through the garage, and comes to help take the snake from me. Just in time for me to wake up.
    5. Contemplating

      by , 02-26-2014 at 09:30 PM (Into the Ether)
      Notes from a couple nights ago:

      Walking in downtown. Sad about recent things. Happy about others. A project I was invested in for the past three months has finally been completed. Knowing it was a temporary project I knew it would end at some point so I was careful about over investing of myself. Yet when all was said and done, my objective completed, I couldn't help but feel the odd emotion of sadness. The people are what I miss. The person I was able to portray, that character is also somebody I will miss.

      Now I'm left to my own devices again. Another successful assignment and yet I don't quite understand why I feel the way I do. I was successful. Everything I set out to do has been completed. It was a win. I should be elated and patting myself on the back.

      Strangely, I'm not.

      That is a lifetime I would enjoy living but again, I can't settle into that lifetime. Any lifetime. I must move on to the next assignment. Must remain unattached.

      What comes next is a wave of oddities.

      One dream I'm on an airplane disposing of drunken pilots. Another I'm with a friend from the assignment I just completed and entertaining her ideas for being a teacher. Another dream I'm with an old boss and assisting her in building her team and office. Then at another point I'm with that same boss, doing a poor job of driving a vehicle she asked me to drive, running into old men at the bottom of a drive way and then having the car vanish only to have trouble ascending the drive way.
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    6. D.

      by , 01-26-2014 at 06:55 AM (Into the Ether)
      I run into friend D. D blabbers at me something profound, yet I know in waking he's a Dick. I turn him into a toad to match his internal appearance. He continues to blabber, not having noticed the change in his dreaming body. Of course not.

      Picking up I kiss him. I'm not a princess, quite the opposite of something pure and royal.

      I watch as he forms warts all over his body and then as those begin to ooze slime.

      Still, he blabbers.

      I'm tempted to kill this form of his, knowing he'll respawn elsewhere.

      Pulsing a few charges of energy into my hand, I'm now holding a dagger. I place him on the ground and whisper to him, "If you are not aligned in your totality, I will kill you each time you land yourself within my eyesight."

      The dagger slices through his reptilian skin and I observe the life force dissipate.
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    7. Child's Play

      by , 12-24-2013 at 10:24 PM (Into the Ether)
      Sinking into the void I search after something to meet my need. Flipping through various fields of emptiness, I finally stumble upon something I like. I can see an outline of a figure and approach him. As I walk closer I can see more of him, he’s coming into focus.

      Pushing my energy onto him, I use it as a form of foreplay. I can feel him inhale it and his energy shift. He reaches toward me and places his hand on my waist, gently pulling me closer. I take a step forward, leaning against his chest. As I’m brushing my lips against his, I smile. Our eyes lock for a brief moment before I lean further into him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

      Trailing delicate kisses along the inside of his neck, I give a sudden tug against his lower back to feel his growing interest. I can hear a moan escape his lips as I reach my hand from the back to the front of his pants. I observe the expression on his face as I trace the metal on his zipper. He closes his eyes a second before reopening them.

      I consider this effective foreplay and skip the other unnecessary steps. I’d prefer not to waste time.

      A wooden bench forms behind him and I guide him to it, encouraging him to have a seat. Once he’s settled I place my hands on his shoulders as I lower myself on top of him. Lowering the straps of my dress to reveal my breasts, I run my fingers through his hair before pulling his mouth onto my neck. His wet kisses send a trail of goosebumps through my spine, causing my back to arch and his mouth to settle over a hardened nipple.

      My knees push themselves over the rough surface of the unfinished wooden bench. The contrasting sensations from the abrasiveness of the wood compliment the sensuality of his tongue against my heated flesh.

      Reaching between my legs, I unzip his pants as he’s still attached to me. I grind myself onto him, pushing him deeper into me with each circular movement. I lift his head from my breasts to look into his eyes. I breathe more of myself into him and he takes me in willingly. I can see the euphoric daze as it floods his mind. As he exhales I place my mouth against his, urging his lips apart with my tongue.

      He shifts abruptly and begins thrusting into me. Bracing myself against him, I push my fingertips into the skin on his back. I’m moaning into his ear, telling him how good he feels fucking me. He’s fucking me faster until I feel him forcefully grip my hips and pull me as near to him as he can manage. He holds me firmly in place as he spills himself into me; each pulse of release sends a chill through my body. It feels incredible.

      Once he’s drained I pull myself from his lap. I reach between my legs, touching our shared wetness as I smear it over my clit, just ‘cause. I’m about to leave when I notice another pair of eyes focused on me. My eyes dart to where the focus is coming from and I’m surprised to see W. standing there. How long has she been there? I don’t mind, but I thought she wouldn’t want to watch something like this. If she had made herself known sooner, I would have tried pulling her in to join us. As they often say, it’s two, not one. She would make three. Three is better than both two and one.
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    8. Always a Win (when arguing with myself)

      by , 12-21-2013 at 06:17 AM (Into the Ether)
      Arguing with myself, again.

      "You didn't have to do that."

      "Sure, I did."

      "You can't expect to accomplish something like that."

      "Results weren't a significant concern."

      "I don't understand you."

      "Yes, you do."

      "Maybe, a little."

      "Please. You've known me for years. You know the ins and outs of my mind like the back of your/my hand. You practically are me when you choose to be."

      "True."

      "So how does it feel to know I really am trying to kill you?"

      "You're only trying to kill me because you love me."

      "Do I?"

      "Yes."

      "Yet I'm willing to sentence your memory into non-existence. Sounds like a cheap form of love."

      "You just don't know how to love."

      "True. Haven't had much time to practice that skill."

      "Maybe you should."

      "Maybe if I had the opportunity, I would."

      "You're not taking me seriously."

      "Of course I am. Hey, is that mustard on your face?"

      "Yes. You can't keep doing what you're doing."

      "I've got little reason to change."

      "You don't even care do you?"

      "Got little reason to do that too."

      "So you'll do what now? Erase me and . . ."

      "Dunno. Didn't think that far ahead."

      "Maybe you should have."

      "Maybe. Don't really have a reason to tho."

      "What are you doing? Care dammit."

      "Not this time. Consider the cycle severed. Thank you for riding, please watch your step on the way out."
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    9. Auron

      by , 12-17-2013 at 12:38 AM (Into the Ether)
      Had a pretty random dream about Auron, a mod here.

      I had just arrived at a meeting with other dreamers elsewhere. Everyone was sitting at an elongated table just chatting. Then when I looked to the center of the table did I spot Auron. He was sitting there quietly. Not talking to anyone else. Wondered why he was here, this was supposed to be a somewhat private function.

      Then again, I suppose there are no rules in dreaming and there aren't any figurative locks one can put on a mind.

      Anyway, guess he wanted to join! God knows why, it was a pointless meeting. Nothing was accomplished besides people simply arriving there.
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    10. Buttery Nipple Shots

      by , 12-11-2013 at 06:19 PM (Into the Ether)
      I sit down at a bar, having a good time while I can.

      "Buttery nipples for us!"

      My favorite drink of this lifetime. Pure fun. I remember the one and only time I've had these in waking life. A friend's going away party with just three of us non-fucking lesbians.

      I down a shot. It tastes exactly how I remember it. I wonder if this time I'll black out too. I don't.

      Later in the night I head out and take myself for a walk in the snow.

      Dream characters pop up alongside the sidewalk. I pass each one, watching as they fizzle out moments after their manifestation.

      It's so empty these days. There's got to be someone I can create to have a play partner. I need to outdo the last creation. Something bigger and more encompassing, with numerous conflicting personality traits.

      None of these match what I'm searching for. All I want is something entertaining.

      I manifest myself a slice of pepperoni pizza and eat it while I think.

      Already done everything I want in dreams. Not much interest in people at this point. Best experiences lately have been when interacting with animals. They don't ask questions. No titillating goals, no fears, no more concern. No more enthusiasm. Yet I have to be here nightly. I must find something worthwhile to do. Must be entertained. What to do.

      Maybe I'll go and get hitched in dreaming. Find some muggle man to torment nightly. Create dream babies and adopt a demon or two. Maybe. That could be fun for a few weeks.

      I'd rather play with aliens. Not a bad idea either. They might top 'animals' at this point.
    11. Waterslide, Knowledge

      by , 08-28-2012 at 08:24 AM (Into the Ether)
      Entering a classroom setting, a group of us are instructed to find a seat and begin the test.

      Test? What test?

      After a few failed attempts, I manage to find a seat and flip open the booklet.

      Ah, bubble answers, I can do this.

      I bubble in a few things; I seem to know what I’m doing when the test format changes to a computer.

      Uh, what exactly am I doing?

      I glance over to my neighbor and he doesn’t seem to have a laptop yet suddenly I know what to do. There’s a first person shooter game I’m supposed to ‘play’.

      Alright! Game playing, easy as pie. Picking up the mouse, I begin executing a hoard of virtual zombies. Strange, but completely doable.

      Game ends. I wait for the results, my score. I can’t seem to read the numbers? Or are they letters?

      Now we all sit and listen to a lecture. It’s interesting and the speaker is in the field I want to be in. He’s also decently charismatic until he says something funny about not liking vegetarians.

      Oh, that’s right, I’m slowly transitioning into vegetarianism… sort of. Guess I’m included in his statement.

      The girl I happen to be sitting next to is giving off a strong vibe. I look at her a moment. She has brown hair, tall, athletic, vibrant. Do I know her? I feel like I know her.

      Dream transitions and now it’s post academic setting. We’re bonding at a hotel, with a large water slide. My new friends are shouting at me to jump down the slide. I feel a little foolish but decide I should have some fun. I kick off the boots I happen to be wearing, remove my cell phone from my pocket, then take a running leap through the entrance to the large water slide.

      Practically flying down the slide, I can feel the rush of the cool water, the wind against my face, my breathing quicken. I haven’t done this for ages.

      Seeing the end in sight and a friend nearby, I attempt to fly backward, mid-flight, and head over to my friend. However, once I hit the water, sinking into the middle of the pool, I hover there a moment. Treading water underneath the surface, I look around and take in the refreshing environment. I feel the beauty of the place.

      I get out and wander around the hotel at some point, still with the same group of people.
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    12. Eniku?

      by , 06-16-2012 at 07:05 AM (Into the Ether)
      At a hotel, fancy one.

      Some big guy walks up, looking like a white dog or bear? Tries to scare me. I tell him he's not scary. I also ask who he is.

      We move outdoors, he keeps telling me he's Eniku? Or something? "Eniku, Eniku, Eniku..." He won't tell me any other name.

      I can't figure out what he's smoking or why he's sitting in the middle of a grassy field, obviously trying to make a statement... but what that statement is, I don't know.
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    13. First Entry

      by , 05-14-2012 at 05:50 PM (Into the Ether)
      Just wanted to kick off my dream journal with an initial entry.

      I've been documenting lucid dreams on other sites as well as notebooks since high school. I'm familiar with my moods and rhythms and hope to find inspiration and creativity here.

      Thank you for being available to cultivate an environment which will hopefully be useful to my higher aspirations.
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