dream fragment

They're not at the ame time, but not at the same time, either. Also, massive DJ post wave incoming.

Fragment one:

It was daytime, and I seemed to be traveling on a highway, in a car either empty of full of people I didn't recognize. I was in the back. We, or I, was on a highway surrounded by pine trees. The light outside suggested that it was noon, I cant remember whether or not it was cloudy. I, or we, were driving under a suspension bridge, far to big for the highway. I remember thinking, 'I need to remember to have a lucid dream tonight.' My subconscious comes up with the most obnoxious irony.

Fragment two:

I was dreaming that I was in Skyrim, nothing new there. I was in a completely white town, almost at the top of a mountain. If you have seen Skyrim, you could probably imagine what it looks like.

It looked like Dawnstar, but with a different layout. The village was then attacked by the Shatterer form Guild Wars 2 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUVLclPDCBE). Geez, I'm a nerd.

Anyway, I dealt with that, I can't remember many details, but I won.
Then another lame-looking dragon I didn't recognize with grayish skin attacked the just the village chapel, so I went in, and somehow dealt with it. It may have flown off.

Then I walked around the town and did some stuff, talking to people who didn't seem to notice two giant dragons attacking their town. Typical game AI, I suppose.

Lame internet connection + Little recall = (Super-duper) x inactivity regarding (DJn>1n)

Fragment 1:

I was talking with two of my friends from school in no solid setting. Angles were curved, I remember purple smoke, and people did not seem to have bodies. I was explaining to the floating head of a friend who is a massive pony-hater and massive Minecraft-lover that Notch had recently stated that he was a brony.Wait, I thought, it's Sunday, and this is a dream, so it doesn't matter if I tell them. Oh, well, I'll do it anyway. Then everybody attacked me.

Fragment 2:

I was part of the crew of a crashed alien ship. The ship consisted of black hull and glowing green tubes and antennae, composed into a rough tube shape. Me and two other survivors were sitting in a completely black room, which, on any other ship, would have served as a cargo hold, as it was the room that had the ramp outside. No airlock, I thought it was worth noting. The oldest of us was at a completely black counter, making omlettes. The youngest was at a completely black table, doing nothing. I decided to go outside and search for firewood.

There was a cut, and I was a hundred meters up a hill from the crash site. The landscape was mostly flat other than the hill I was on, and the vegetation was only dead-looking, thorny, bush-sized plants. They surrounded the crash site, anything too close to it got incinerated. The sky was limited to a dome around the crater and the plants surrounding it. There was dark blue and stars outside of the dome. I climbed for several seconds, then the dream ended.

Fragment 3:

This was certainly part of an epic full dream. Shame I can't remember it.

I was on an anvil-shaped airship going at unrealistically high speeds with a girl about my age. She was blonde, and her hair was braided into a single tail. She was a wearing black, that seemed to be a theme in my dreams tonight. I didn't recognize her. I was wearing black, too. I also wore aviator goggles. We were either dealing with or being pirates.

We were standing on an outdoors catwalk going in a loop. She acknowledged my presence briefly and then glided off into the globe of grey clouds speedily passing us. My view followed her circling the bottom of the airship. her suit had dark yellow wings under the arms, like those of a flying squirrel. As she flew, she threw away the rapier she previously held and it passed us in a blink. She traded it out with a cutlass take from a copper statue on one of the ends of the ship.

She reached the front of the bottom of the ship and sliced two guards in one swing and flew, cutlass first, into the window. My view transitioned inside of the ship, watching the glass shatter in slow motion. She fell once she was in, and recovered with a roll. Suddenly, I joined her in the room.

In the corner, she picked up some trinkets and put them a bag. She smiled stood up, and we moved out of the window. Mission success, it seems. The dream ended.

Shiver me timbers!
This may be becoming a series. Not as good as the first, but still amazing.


I recommend this song for everybody reading.

Yeah, I bet that scared away most people.
Anyway;


I remember being in my math class. Everyone was standing up and doing some combination of square dancing, a sort of Irish tap dance, and Mexican hat dancing. Everybody had just begun to sing the pirate song; I joined in and picked up easily.

Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!

Yar - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is all right to be!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!

We got us a map (a map!) to lead us to a hidden box,
Thats all locked up with locks (with locks!) and buried deep away.
We'll dig up the box (the box!), we know it's full of precious booty
Burst open the locks, and then we'll say 'HOORAY!'

WEIGH ANCHOR!

At this point, three, including me, broke off into a short shanty, like a rap to accompany the full song.

I'm I pirate, that I be!
I sail a ship upon the sea, dawg,
I stay up late, 'till half past three!
And that be a peg below my knee!

Everyone came back to the full song. Good, I'm not a fan of rap.

Yah - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is all right to be!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!

Arr - yarr - ahoy and avast, dig in the dirt and you dig in it fast!
Hang the black flag at the end of the mast! You are a pirate!

We're sailing away (set sail!), adventure waits on every shore!
We set sail and explore (ya-har!) and run and jump all day (Yay!)
We float on our boat (our boat!) until its time to drop the anchor,
Then hang up our coats (aye-aye!) until we sail again!

Yar - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is alright with me!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!
Yar har wind at your back lads, wherever you go!
Blue sky above and blue ocean below, you are a pirate!

Everyone sat down and clapped for each other.

I woke up.

That was brilliant.

I had a lucid last night, it might have ranked among my top ten best lucids. Enjoy. :3

I was in the 8th grade hall of my school, having a conversation with a friend about, ironically, lucid dreaming. The dismissal bell had rung; everybody, in colorful clothes, was heading downstairs via the double staircase and to the door beside of it. My friend departed, and I didn't pay attention to where he was going, but by the looks of it, he was going to fall down the stairs.

I was shortly outside, walking on the path to the bus loop that went along the mostly glass side of the school. Somewhere along the way I met another friend, distinguishable from his ethnicity and his green coat. Also, along the way, I became lucid. I continued walking, to prevent myself from getting too excited.

I marveled at how real everything was, everything was so accurate. I took this path every day for two years, and I'm still walking it this year, but I was still very impressed. Even the ditch that had been recently filled in, only this week, was accurate. The only flaws were a giant dollar weed growing next to the filled in ditch, and the lack of chalk paintings beneath my feat.



I was now on the asphalt road to the bus loop. Garbage trucks and other kinds of large trucks parked here. The light dimmed, mist seeped in around the sides of of the building and the surrounding forest. I just went along with it. My initial lucidity is usually followed by some sort of event that seemed to try to knock me back into non lucidity, usually I give in. Not this time.

"He's coming," I heard somebody whisper. Sound's just about right, it always seems to be a DC trying to confront me.

The basket ball court, a way's away, expanded to the size of a football field, and I was on top of it. The mist turned into a dark gray fog. I saw a dash at the fog's edge, chasing somebody.

It was really fast, like a ninja. According the the blur, the attacker was white with blonde hair, and he throws his arms back and leans forward at he runs.

I run around aimlessly, hoping for a sigh of the dream character. While running, I stuck a hand out and barely caught a pen, being thrown like a knife, from hitting another DC on the field. I smirked and said something incoherent, as it was hard to focus. I hadn't come derailed at all from the dream; concentration was just a little rough. I ran in pursuit of the attacker.

At some point, I stumbled, and as I caught my self from the fall, a rather late idea emerged;

I should stabilize the dream!

(Author's note: If you're one of those people who like music while reading about fights, I'd recommend this.)

"Anchor dream," I managed to blurt out. The dream immediately stabilized by at least five times. It had already been realistic; but it was like I was playing a video game, now I was actually there. I noticed after stabilized that my vision was about to black out before. I suppose I caught my fall more ways than one.

A swift force dropped me to the ground and rolled me over, and the attacker was standing on top of me, a short, pointed stick pulled back in his left hand, and a dragon shaped kazoo held less then a foot from my face in his right.

Perfect.

I moved the kazoo aside with a forearm, feeling it's jagged wooden texture, the feelings of the spikes on the dragon kazoo were that of the dull edge of a wooden cube.

The attacker, no older that thirteen, thrust his stick forward, towards my chest. As I intercepted, I noticed from the feeling of his momentum that he was only applying brute force and no technique other than a few fancy stances. Many principles of waking life combat are not present in lucid dreaming, needless to say. But I could name a few.

The dream character I was fighting was fast, but within limit. I kept his arms away from his center so he lacked protection and so he would take longer to recover. I disarmed him from his stick by drawing a circle with his wrist, and I made it burst into flames by setting my hand on fire. I reached out towards him with my flaming hand and he scampered back ten feet, and I stood up.

The dream transitioned to a bedroom, lit by a window. The ceiling was slanted, it was part of the roof. The boy who attacked me was sitting in a corner for reason, and I made him vanish on a whim. I contemplated on flying through the window, wondering if I would fit. The corners of my vision began fading quickly. My single attempt to re-stabilize the dream failed, and I blacked out into the insides of my eyelids, which I opened. I did a reality check using the digital clock on my dresser. I was awake.

But then I fell asleep again, and I can recall some dream about a squad of seven jet fighters that ended sadly with a nuke and them all being incinerated.

So that was cool.

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

More fragments last night. Sorry about that. But I do have a fun little extra...


Fragment #1:

I had a dream that about three of my middle school friends were in, and we were walking through the sunny and not very dense pine forest outside of my elementary school. One, let's call him Yarblarblar, was yanking on my hair, and it stung a bit.

"Stop that, please," I say. Yarblarblar laughs and continues anyway.

"Stop," I said after a while of him tugging, and more assertive this time. Yarblarblar thinks this is hysterical, but ceases for the time being. I could tell he was going to do it again, though.

I saw a large stick wedged into the ground near a towering pine tree, and I got an idea. I walked slowly, waiting for Yarblarblar to resume pulling. Once he did, I pulled the stick out of the ground with my left hand, as though it was a lighter version of the Excaliber. I swung it at his ribcage, and it narrowly passed through his block. It smacked him within three seconds of when I withdrew the stick from the ground. And he hunched over, clutching his rib.

"Owww," He moaned.

"Whoops," I said, sincerely. "Didn't mean to hit that hard, mate. You okay?"


Fragment #2:

I was playing a Minecraft 1.8.2 patch, and was slaughtering a pack of pigs. I was in a bright green plain surrounded by rainforest. So yeah.



Pirate version:


I had a dream that about three o' me middle school buckos were in, and we were walkin' through t' sunny and not very dense pine forest outside o' me elementary school. One, let's call him Squid-Brained Scallywag, was yankin' on me hair, and it stung a bit.

"Oi, stop that, matey, if ye will," Says I. Squid-Brained Scallywag laughs and continues anyway.

"Avast! Ye should stop now, bucko, if ye know what's good for ye." I said after a while o' him tuggin', and more assertive this time. Squid-Brained Scallywag thinks this be hysterical, but quits for t' time bein'. Avast, I could tell he was goin' t' do it again.

I saw a big arse stick wedged into t' ground near a big arse pine, and I got an idea. I walked slowly, waitin' for Squid-Brained Scallywag t' go back a pullin'. Once he did, I pulled t' stick out o' t' ground with me port hand, like it were a lighter version o' Black beard's cutlass. I swung it at his middle, and it closely sailed through his arms. It smacked the fool in three seconds from o' when I withdrew t' stick from t' ground. And he hunched over, clutchin' his rib.

"Owww," Says he.

"Yarrr," I said, sincerely. "Get yerself out o' t' bung hole, mate. You okay?"

Fragment #2:
I be playing Minecraft 1.8.2 patch, and was escortin' a crew o' pig to Davy Jones' Locker. I was in a bright green flatland surrounded by rainforest. Aye.


Arrr, happy yap like a man o' t' seas day to ye!


EDIT: This managed to take a spot on the Lucid Inquirer, for Dream Journal Weekly! Thanks for choosing it!

No TF2 in this dream fragment, sorry. But there were some amusing things that happened withing the thirty-or-so seconds of the dream, so I'll post it anyway.


I was observing a mostly dark storage room, with dim light glowing into a break in the rectangular crates. In the center of the area was a chair with a man tied to it with rope. There was another man walking slowly beside him, relaxingly pointing a revolver at his chest, and giving him some kind of lecture. The sitting man said something witty, to which the standing man bent over and whispered in his ear.

"Well," He hissed. "How about your wear this bullet... AS A HAT?!"

That's all I remember. Funny.

I was in a sort of laboratory, in a medium size room with a window in the wall for looking upon a similar room. The rooms were made almost entirely out of clean white tile, and were rather empty. I was in a lab coat, standing parallel to the window, and observing the wall on the other side of it with apparent purpose. One or two other lab coated folks were standing beside me, to my right, doing the exact same thing.

Just fragments tonight, but I'll post them anyway.

1st fragment: I was playing a broken Minecraft adventure map, and after reading many complaints on the forums about how the map was poorly drawn and upside down and all that, I played it anyway. I glanced at a yellowed, ink-drawn map with some villages and towns marked as circles at several times throughout the dream. The dream fragment ends when I am sneaking around a dock and examining a boring ship, preparing for a voyage, from around a building.

2nd fragment: I was at an airport parking lot at dawn. I had been in this exact setting before, on vacation. I walked up to the typical reflection of a bored, unenthusiastic, minimum wage, college-aged teenager at a ticket booth. He wore a Lowe's Uniform. I was about to pay a ticket, but then I was shocked into lucidity. It was so ungraceful I almost tipped over.
Sadly, my first thought was how lightly I was sleeping. I could start to feel the pillow under my shoulders. Focus... focus...
My eyes, in waking life, opened. After several attempts to DEILD, I decided I was too awake to fall asleep again.

I was barely asleep at all. I was simply observing a jumble of thoughts, the kind you get between wakefulness and dreams. More towards wakefulness. I had obviously just recently shut my eyes.

Then I remembered I was asleep. This is a dream. Is this a dream? I pondered. No, came the conclusion. I am barely asleep. Nevertheless, I tried rubbing my hands together simply for experimentation. I half expected trying to move to wake me up. But as I was successful in rubbing my hands, my senses immediately sharpened tenfold, and a dream formed around me. I could suddenly see the waving of the bright green grass below my feet. I could feel the wind on my face. But I couldn't feel my hair, I noted.

It was daytime, light was radiating off of everything, especially the grass, which almost hurt to look at. But it looked nice anyway. Different regions of the sky were colored different shades of blue, like a tye die of only blue. There were several small clouds, lit at strange angles, and it was unclear were the sun was in the sky.

I was outside of a Minecraft house on top a hill surrounded by trees. It stood on a wooden foundation, and had bright red walls of brick, almost as bright as the grass, and had a triangular wooden roof, and a few windows placed without order all around it.

I ran fast, like a ninja, and tried to summon a DC over the hill. It didn't work, and the dream transformed into my 7th grade math class. I lost a fraction of my lucidity, but I already suspected I was in a dream. I rose from my chair and walked across the room, looking for confirmation that this was a dream. The teacher didn't object to walking around the room during a lesson, but if he did I would have told him to can it. I don't want to do anything risky, in case I wasn't actually in a dream. Too late.

I impulsively pulled a student's chair out from under him, and tossed it around in the air. It was as light as a feather. I smirked. You're loosing it, I addressed my subconscious, which always finds it particularly hilarious to trick me into waking up. Get better tricks. Of course, as I thought that, I woke up.

My eyes instantly opened. I stayed still. Crap, I thought groggily, and closed my eyes again. I materialized in the dining room of my house, in another lucid dream. DEILDs were never that hard for me, but to do one barely on a whim made me really proud of myself.

My dining room was almost never used for dining, it instead was home too the three desktop computers my family uses. It's were we all spend most of our time (Being geeks and all. ), though, so it was a good replica. Almost everything in the room was wooden. Hardwood floor, a wooden bookcase, that was full to the brim in a not so orderly fashion, all the desks were made of wood, another full wooden bookcase, a wooden games shelf, wooden chairs, a and wooden table folded up against the wall. The wall wall white, though not much of it showed because it was covered by bookshelves and desks. The wall the table is folded up beside has a very large window with daylight coming through and shining onto the hardwood floor that was partially covered up by two large and colorful carpets.

I tried summoning another dream character around the corner, still without luck. Looking for another way to assert my dominance over my dreams, I tried to close the browser on my computer screen.
"Computer," I addressed it. "Close window."

It took a while. I considered flying into the computer, like in TRON, but memories of the last time I tried to fly indoors came up, and I decided against it. The browser eventually closed, but the BSOD came up, and I woke up. I had to admit though, that was hilarious.

My eyes opened, and I stayed still again. No use though, I thought, the chances of another successful DEILD are really low. My eyes flickered over the clock. Eight forty-five. Worth a shot. I closed my eyes.

I 'woke up' walking down a hallway at my school, fully lucid. Awesome.

I walked to the end of the bland hall, lie on my back, and rolled down the bland stairs at the end of it painlessly. People were laying down at the end of it, cheering at me for whatever reason. I walked out the bland door of my school and into the exciting forest. I was ambushed by a exciting ninja, and then I woke up.

My eyes opened, slowly this time, and I looked at the time. Nine seventeen. It was late, and I was too awake for another DEILD. Ah well, I was satisfied.

So this first part was related to a book a was reading at the time. Just clearing that up.


As we launched into outer space, with a brilliant, glowing blue curve of earth outside one window, claustrophobia engulfed me, I heard the narration say. Stupid telepathic narrator, I thought. Suddenly, the dream skipped, and we were on a collision course with earth, and I was outside of the space ship doing some kind of vital repair, but I lost my tools, so I went back to the ship, but my umbilicus snapped, and I was drifting off toward earth. Before I knew it, I had entered the thermosphere, and was burning up on entrance. Instead of struggling, I knew my momentum was to great to escape, so I accepted my death. It would be short. But as central Africa rushed up towards me, I my dream paused, then I viewed my body in third-person, my space suit was half dissolved and perhaps there mas some burning flesh, but on my vision was a 'Game Over' screen identical to the one in MC.

But no, said the narration. You won't die, because you are in a dream, stupid.

Then I may have woken up, or it may have been a false awakening, it was hard to tell, but I decided to try and pull a DEILD real fast. So I went back to sleep, it was easy, but I held on to one though; 'This is a dream'.

I appeared on the patio of my house, and I was lucid. Hey, I thought. Lucid dream, it's about time. An assassin with some kind of rifle appeared about ten meters to the left of me, but as he took aim, I kicked him from a distance, in the stomach. Then I ran at a very fast rat down my driveway, thinking, Hmm. This probably won't last very long. So I rubbed my hands, all that jazz. But I stopped next to my dad's car, at the sight of an old lady, my instincts said she was important. She was watching me, from the other side of the street. I car passed, and she disappeared the fraction of a second I couldn't see her behind the car, and she reappeared five meters in front of me.

"You shouldn't be able to do that." She rasped, obviously referring to how I air-kicked the assassin. She was wearing a black cloak and scarf. She seemed to have a rash on her face, it was covered in bumps. She had brownish blond hair, and pale blue eyes, that seemed metaphorically dark.

"You shouldn't be able to do that," She said again, slowly moving towards me. I tried to fight, but she blocked all my throws. Not one of the best choices I could have made, I should have just flown away. Or atleast set my hands on fire.

Other people appeared, and circled me, all slowly advancing. "You shouldn't be able to do that," They all said. I got the feeling they wanted me to wake up, or something bad would happen. So as they were almost on top of me, chanting, I woke myself up.

I lay in my bed, first thought being, 'You freaking idiot.'