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    DC Wants a Piece of Me

    by , 09-23-2012 at 08:37 PM (1605 Views)
    This was my first encounter with a hostile, physically violent DC. Great learning experience, I think. I also wound up giving an LD mini-seminar in dream, which was interesting to say the least!

    Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

    Lucid #18: DC Wants a Piece of Me

    I hurry into a grocery store to pick up some items, passing my friend R on the way in. (The only IWL friend I have that regularly LDs.) I say hey and we catch up about the time he's been spending in Seoul, South Korea. I'm in a hurry so I tell him I have to run.

    As he's leaving, I call back to him and ask, "R, what city are we in right now?" He thinks for a moment and then says that he doesn't know. How can we both not know? Something's off. "Buddy, aren't you supposed to be in Seoul? I've never been to Seoul." We agree that it's strange neither of us know where we are and I
    realize that I'm dreaming. "I figured out what's going on, R. I'm dreaming. Well, one of us is, I guess. Probably me." He congratulates me and agrees that it's "probably" me having the LD and not him. I clap him on the shoulder and head into the store.

    I walk through a set of automatic doors and casually explore the store, taking my time marveling at the items on the shelves, the level of detail, and the sheer number of dream characters buying food for the week. I spend several minutes just enjoying the people and texture in the place. One DC, a bulky man in a football jersey and baseball cap, gives me a slightly unfriendly look, but I ignore him.

    A more serious confrontation is next. I'm approaching the frozen foods section when a fat, enormously tall man locks eyes with me. His many chins quake with rage and his fists are balled up for a fight. The huge man strides toward me, flaring out his arms like an obese grizzly bear. I hear him grinding his teeth. The sound is awful, like ice cubes being crushed against one another.

    My own temper starts to smolder but I catch myself and say, "Wait. You're not upset with me. You're angry about something else. What can I do to help you?" He stops and drops his arms to his side, mouth hanging open in surprise. Sheepishly, he says, "Drumstick." I point to one of the cases in the freezer aisle and it begins to give off a warm glow. "The ice cream's in there," I tell him. "I made this place. That means it's my fault it didn't have what you needed. I'm sorry for your trouble." He smiles broadly and waves, turning toward the ice cream.

    I walk further down the freezer aisle, studying the ice cream and shelves full of frozen dinners. (My subconscious seems to mostly produce lasagna and meatloaf.) At the end of the aisle, I come to a door that leads into a hotel banquet hall with a view high above the city. (What city? Still don't know.)

    I'm barging in on some sort of convention and the well-dressed DCs act shocked to see me. They protest at first but I inform them that all of this is my lucid dream, so they'll just have to be patient until I'm through. They become very interested, peppering me with questions. A small crowd of well-dressed young professionals gathers around me, asking me why I keep rubbing my hands together and prodding at my arms. I explain a bunch of LD concepts to them, starting with stabilization, going through how I enter an LD, etc. None of it feels like a waste of time. If these DCs represent some part of myself, what could be better than reviewing the basics?

    I tell them that I have to find the Cretaceous sea. I hold my hands out and will the Cretaceous sea to illuminate. A chunk of the horizon starts giving off a warm glow (just like the ice cream!) I try to push through the window, which fails, and then try to punch it. It acts like plexiglas, wobbling and vibrating but refusing to break. I finally grab a chair and knock out a smaller panel.

    I squeeze myself through to the outside of the building. The wind is fierce, tugging at my clothes, and the ground looks far, far away. I cling to the building, suddenly more afraid than I was prepared to be. I start to calm myself
    but it's too late -- I'm awake.

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    Updated 10-04-2012 at 05:03 PM by 57387

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    1. MasterMind's Avatar
      Seoul! South Korea! - The city and country I was borned in.

      By the way do you remember if the DC who wanted a fight was Korean looking?
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    2. CanisLucidus's Avatar
      Hey, that's awesome!

      No, the confrontational DC was a late 40s Caucasian who was balding on top. Sort of like a tall, crazed, overweight Steve Ballmer.

      If my adversary had been an enormous Korean, I'm afraid it might have been this fellow:



    3. OpheliaBlue's Avatar
      Lmao "Drumstick". I laughed at this whole dream. And I love how cooperative your friend R was as a DC.

      Too bad the building height atthe end was so scary. I think if it was vivid enough, I would be to scared to jump or fly. Cool dream though still, I love your DCs in this one especially.
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    4. CanisLucidus's Avatar
      Ha ha, thanks! Yeah, that's the second LD that I hit by talking with R. Homeboy's a dream sign!

      The height-fright really took me by surprise. I got this sudden rush of doubt in the form of, "OMG, that wind! Am I totally completely 100% sure that this is an LD??" I had this picture of Wife shaking her head at my stupidity if I managed to kill myself this way, lol. It's not like I actually became non-lucid but more like suddenly very interested in being 100% sure this was a dream.