dream fragment

Fragment 1: I was asking if I could join a fake gang that my friend's little sister was in. She said no because her friend was leading the gang.
Fragment 2: After that, I entered a classroom and saw that a classmate had brought a tiny laptop with him. After that, he went on the twitter account of a crappy low quality CGI movie, and then watched it there. It involved a penguin getting a group of four other creatures ready for takeoff in order to complete one of their missions. While that was playing I had It Is The Parabola by Bull of Heaven playing in a playlist, but instead of it is the parabola, it was called "it is parabola (creator's concept)" and instead of the one hour long experimental reversed jam that I am used to, it played this soothing acoustic music. I then woke up because of my alarm. DANG SCHOOL DAYS!!!

The first part of my dream involved two teams of people: good cartoons which consisted of Adventure Time characters with Jake the dog as the leader, and the villains, both summoned by creating an object in the air that represents their team. There was one part when the good side was on their way to a tower like structure in Lumpy Space, but they were prevented by the villains due to the fact that the shape being drawn was cut off and left unfinished. They of course broke through this and Jake managed to make it to Lumpy Space. As soon as he arrived, his powers were taken away from him in mid transformation. He was in mid transformation, though, so he had some left to spare and then impaled the entire other team in one jab. He then turned back to normal and free fell into the depths of Lumpy Space.

The second part is very vague and involved the cast of Nigahiga. They were supposedly working on a hair care commercial and browsing for themes on YouTube, which apparently was a new addition.

Got a few scraps and a briefly lucid dream to note.

WBTB, where I spent 10 minutes meditating before drifting off.

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Memory of a lucid dream gone kaput. I could barely remember Dragon Ball characters or other media figures being involved.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 16 - Part

The visuals were clear. I was a crewman in a civilian submarine. This was a large, dome-like vessel, equipped with 360 degree pivotable propellers and supported by underwater surveilance drones as part of her navigation system. Besides me, at least seven others serviced the craft, of which an older, stern blonde haired woman was its captain.

We descended to the depths of an illuminated ocean. I'd random thoughts on comparing this sub to Batman's submarine, when I gained awareness. I crossed my fingers, and hoped I'd find my guide, E, floating around. Soon, one of the remote drones caught sight of a massive figure. This was indeed my guide in the form of a pale, colossal mermaid, or more appropriately, "whale-maid", given her tail's horizontal orientation and lack of scales. My fellow crewmembers scrambled to open communications via said drone, and were genuinely surprised at being able to have a conversation with my guide. After a talk, all parties agreed to meet at some location.

I got too engrossed in this story, and lost awareness. Anyway, the crew and I eventually arrive at the ocean floor, where we find an entire functional contemporary town, of all things. Despite all the neon signs and buildings, the place looked unusually barren. E was similarly nowhere in sight. Again, we spoke remotely, during which she clarified her dwelling in mountains so as to not frighten the local populace.

Once at the correct location, I finally spotted my guide's silhouetted form within eyesight. Even past the shadows, she appeared unusually haggard. Still, I (unconsciously) corrected her appearance when she approached us. It seemed E was very intrigued with the sub. Perhaps too much, as she took to innocently mishandling random components. Such curiosity risked harm to my crew, especially at those depths. We had no choice but to use the ship's (then revealed) electroshock-weaponry to release ourselves from her grasp.

Don't recall much else until the dream ended.

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Another WBTB where I meditated for a bit. Dreamlets transitioned to various dreams unconsciously.

Walking around my neighborhood at daytime. Fallen trees and other debris hindered my stroll.

For the past week or so I have been waking myself up 4.5-5 hours after going to sleep. So bed at 11PM, and waking at around 3:30-4:00. I have been trying to WILD at least once every morning. I have had so-so dream recall for as long as I have been gone off these forums, and I wanted to get back into lucid dreaming. I actually had a short layer one lucid dream a few days ago, but it only lasted about 30-45 seconds before the dream went dark and I could not regain control of the dream before waking up. I had just set out my dream journal this morning next to my lava lamp so I could use its dim light to write down my early morning dreams and grab a sip of water and use the restroom, etc. I'll copy the fragments from the early morning down, and then the second dream is going to be the one I had after waking about 2 hours later.

Visiting St. Louis

Don't remember much. I visited St. Louis in this dream, but it was much smaller than it should have been. I suppose it more closely resembled Jerseyville, which is where I am moving to in a couple of weeks. Driving into town with my brother Kris, mother and father, I arrived separately. I took the main road and came across the house we are soon to be moving into. I saw a car with my eldest brother Jeff, his wife Rose, and their kids at an intersection. Rose and Jeff actually live about a block or two away from our new house IRL. Since I arrived first I decided to check out the house. There was some guy who was watching over the house until we arrived. He was very shy, and he freaked out when he saw me. I tried to communicate with him but he shook his head and ran outside, never to be seen again. I then went to the motel room our family was staying in, and it was a motel 6. The entire room was renovated and changed per mother's request. A wall had been taken out, and it had been converted more to a small apartment with full furnishings and whatnot. We heard someone outside the door, and it sounded extremely close. Opened the door the investigate, but nobody was there strangely. Turns out the entire apartment building was doing their own renovations, so there was much hammering and Drilling going on.

I then checked out the rest of the town and saw some pretty large back yards that resembled my old house from when I was real young. This one house had a creek in the back, but it smelled absolutely horrible. The garbage disposal had backed up and sewage was everywhere. The appearance and smell made me gag. I then left, and saw the neighborhood had a bunch of busted pipes and fire hydrants that had caused frozen water to be everywhere. I played with it a bit by breaking some off and throwing it around, feeling it, and whatnot. It was around 35° fahrenheit outside, so not too cold.

Strange house/Office building

I was at the building where I work. I feel like this is a dream repeater, where I have done this before. I had recently got a promotion to some management job, but then I started seeing shadows of people at this place. The building was not actually my work place, but it had the feel of it and my new house. It had 2 stories. Men's bedrooms on main floor, and women's bathrooms on main floor, and vice versa. Men's bathrooms on second floor, and women's bedrooms on second floor. These shadow people had two different kinds. They were all walking in some sort of pattern through the house. There were many shadow people that had the same exact appearance. These people were something different, but I don't remember the explanation. The other kind of shadow person had all sorts of different appearances, but they were sentient. They were the home's previous victims. They were stuck in some sort of time loop. They could not see or hear me. I could see them wandering around, and at one point they were looking at something behind me. I moved over to let them see, and I had been standing in front of a light. I guess me standing there had caused the room to look strange to them. There were at least a dozen of these other victims around the house.

This woman grabbed me from behind, and guided me through the house. She had a microphone pressed next to my mouth and she was trying to convince me to listen to her and do what she says. I don't recall her whole plan, but she says not to tell anybody she exists, and that she is to be trusted. She asks if I will visit her again the next day at the same time, and I say yes. I do so, and she did the same sort of thing to me. She guided me around telling stories. I took note of her appearance this time. She liked red. She had some sort of brown trenchcoat on, red lipstick, red high heels, very red hair. She was a bit overweight, and about a foot taller than me(Making her ~7 feet tall). I spent all this time pretending to listen to her, but really I was gathering information to report her to my boss at work.

The next day I looked for someone to tell my story to. I could not find my current supervisor or team lead, but I did find my previous supervisor, and my previous job's supervisor. I had a conversation with the supervisor at my previous job, Tyler, and he acted like we talk on a regular basis. He is sitting at the computer desk I have in front of me presently, but it was located at this workplace in the dream. He tells me he beat some sort of video game record, and wonders how I don't know what he is talking about. I conclude he is confusing me with my brother, who currently works at the job this man is a supervisor at. I then start to mention my experience with my previous supervisor at my current job, Nicole, and she rushes me to this management room with many chairs and a projector screen. We are to watch a short video, and then I am to share my story with those in the room. I go to grab a seat, but every time I try someone else is sitting there or takes the spot. I get a bit frustrated after a few moments because I am supposed to be the center of attention here, I should get a preferred seat. There ended up being over 30 people crowded in this small area to watch the presentation. I had to sit in a preschool chair that was way too small for me. I noticed I was missing my shirt for some reason. Turns out I was switching shirts every time I got off work, and I forgot to put on the new one? We watch a couple of preview videos as if it were a movie theater. I see a bunch of diversity stuff and anti-trump lectures, and I start to lose my patience after like 15 minutes of watching nonsense. They eventually skip past like 4 more clips and get to the point.

All eyes on me, they ask me for my story. I start to share, and suddenly my chair starts spinning uncontrollably. I try to place my feet on the ground between the chair legs, but they are positioned in a way that prevents me from looking straight. Someone hands me a blanket to cover my torso, since I am shirtless, and I stand up out of my chair to prevent myself looking further like a doofus. Some kid explains the chair is spinning because of some wires beneath it that are tangled. I lift the chair, and sure enough it is being held by cables of some sort. I press it down real hard and it stays in place. I sit back down and explain what this mysterious woman had said to me and what she looked like. I still had some details to share, but the people in charge figured this was enough and started marching out to take action. I mention something about this house is the most important thing to me, and catching this woman isn't my main focus, but I wanted to fix the shadow people instead. The people in charge here ignored me completely and I was forced to leave the building.

I ask myself as I am leaving what I have gotten myself into. As I walk out the door I see a whole army of Daleks flying past me, ignoring me because they're on my side...Uh oh. The people I asked for help from were Timelords, and they were so crazed that the Daleks were friendly to them and obeyed them. Dream kind of ends there, but I remembering going back to the house and seeing a large step before entering the front door. I see some compartment in this ledge and wonder if it opens to some stairs. I open it up, and it was not stairs, it was a doggie door...A small one at that. I am not sure where this fits into the dream, but I also recall seeing my name on the news that I had almost died. I felt both excited seeing my name in the news, but surprised considering I was not harmed at all.

Got two DILDs to note, along with a fragment.

Spoiler for If brevity is the soul of wit...:

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Browsing an arcade, where I see one of the classic Mortal Kombat games. Next, I went outside to a cityscape at night time. Someone nearby lit fireworks, which, spectacularly enough, took the shape of a dragon. Very similar to that one scene in the LOTR - Fellowship of the Rings.

15 minutes of meditation as part of a WBTB. I made sure not to concentrate enough to the point of complete clarity. Lost awareness during a WILD attempt, though I got a DILD.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 15 - Part 1

The visuals were a slightly dim and blurred. I falsely awaken in the king-sized bed of an unfamiliar large room. A glance out the nearest window revealed a night sky. No lights were on, yet the place was kinda illuminated. This was likely what granted me awareness seconds later.

I got up to look around. Aside from the room's size, there wasn't much spectacular about it, just a slightly messy bedroom. I then searched for my guide, E, and indeed, I could sense she wasn't far, yet I couldn't see her. Coulda spend all night looking, so I imagined her appearing on a countertop nearby. She was summoned in record time, appearing in her human form and dressed in a gold-colored sleeping gown. However, she wasn't conscious and barely present. I picked her up in "bridal carry" fashion, and concentrated. Within seconds, she manifested entirely and with full vitality. I then set my guide upright on the floor.

"You didn't have to help me, you know?", she complained.

"Heh, yeah", I blurted". "I just wanted to show off." E rolled her eyes and smiled.

I look to the white wall nearby, which reminded me of the competition. "Shall we?" I offered my hand to my guide, and she reciprocates. First up was phasing. I pushed my free hand through the wall with ease, then barged in along with E. Wooden beams and supports were readily visible. Actually, it was a bit roomier than I'd expected. Anyway, we continued outside.

I then try teleporting to any random location. Things fade into a void, to which I responded with hand rubbing for a while. When I come to, I found myself back in the aforementioned bed. I take a moment to recall what occurred, only to lose awareness. False memories of the fragments above form. This includes clips of a supposed 2-player co-op mode in one of the classic Mortal Kombats. Cage and one of the ninjas fought Reptile, and later, Goro. After that, a preview of Dragon Ball FighterZ, a battle between Krillin and Adult Gohan. The former paralyzes his opponent with a Solar Flare, to which Gohan let's out a hilarious squeal.

This ended soon afterwards.

30-minute WBTB, half to write notes, and half to stretch and meditate. As above, I intended a WILD, drifted off, and got a DILD instead.

Dream 2 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 15 - Part 2

Scene 1 - Vaporous Embrace
Dreamlet unwittingly transitioned to dream. The visuals were slightly blurred. I was walking around the neighborhood on a bright, partly cloudy day. When near the school, I see a kid shouting insults at someone from the fence. The latter was someone I knew, one of my brothers' perhaps? Anyway, in vengeance, this acquaintance transforms a cloud into a large fist, and has it slam the brat down onto the pavement. This amuses me enough to gain awareness.

Using that spectacle as inspiration, I try morphing the biggest cloud in sight into the likeness of my guide. To better control things, I narrated what I expected for the next few minutes, from which the clouds roiling into E' figure were the immediate results. Next, I commanded E to descend for a closer look, only to be reminded of how truly gigantic a cloud actually is; even at hundreds of feet above, I couldn't see my guide in her entirety. I then hitched a ride on her palm, and, remembering the TOTM, asked her for a hug. She pressed me a bit hard upon herself, enough so that I soon found myself engulfed within her vaporous mass. In awe, I flew around in such fog for half a minute. Cue transition.

Scene 2 - Tick, Tick, Boom.
The visuals were a bit dim. I was entering home during twilight. Still aware. While passing the downstairs bedroom, I spotted Justin playing a computer game, and overheard him saying crummy things about me. Got kinda sore about that, but I lightened up when I found caramel-cream cakes in the kitchen and dining room. I tasted some of the icing, which was about as sweet as expected. There was momentary concern about dirtying the food, and I thought to warp time just for that sake, but I recollected myself. Still, I (literally) rewinded time anyway.

I stopped at the room's door, where I planned getting even with my (in-dream) jerkass bro. First, I telekinetically moved random junk around, but that didn't get his attention. I then had the keyboard smack his face a few times, yet he still was unresponsive. Taking drastic measures, I focused on the computer's monitor, and, after having it tick and beep for a few seconds, caused it to detonate in a small, fiery explosion. Justin was finally bewildered with rage, while I walked away chortling.

Transition.

Scene 3 - Red Card Death Penalty
The visuals were brighter. I was in my adolescent years, out playing soccer in teams of two with some unknown kids. I was aware, yet, despite having unfavorable opinions of the sport, I went along with such. My dislike was reflected by my clumsy play, where I kicked the ball out-of-bounds or directly to the opponent far too many times. One of said opponents, a scrawny, light-brown haired kid, ridiculed my mistakes with highly irritating laughter. I tried going super-speed to get an opportune goal, but couldn't manage anything remarkable.

One further mistake later, and that annoying kid finally struck my last nerve. I rushed up to him, and gave him a flying headbutt right below the chin. My intention was to send him flying to the horizon. Instead, it was only his head that rocketed straight up in a stream of blood. Still, I was entertained enough to laugh as he did to such misfortune. I even had half a mind to kick the severed head into the goal when it landed, though the others' horrified reaction kinda threw me off.

Don't recall much else until the dream ended.

This one is in fragments.
Fragment 1: I was at the field before school started. There was one part where me and a few of my friends were in this small hidden temple and in costumes. We were in this black metal band and I remember that every time we did a good job, our costumes upgraded themselves. After that school started and I was told by one of my other friends that he saw me doing "death metal stuff".

Fragment 2: Third period had just ended and I went to talk to my friend, who was sitting on a cube shaped bench seemingly made of granite. She had convinced me and a few other people that school had ended. We were in the process of walking home from school when we were caught be the officers that patrolled the school during school hours. My friend ran away, and me and my other friend stayed.

08-31-2017 -- Let this sit for too long, and the ones for the last couple days, as well, so they will probably all come out as fragments, rather than detailed enough to get full entries for themselves. For today's dreams, I know there were bits with Cindy L., and something about delivery driving or mystery shopping. I know there was something with Joe L. and cell phones (probably being broken or dropped or something) and Ubering. And then the finishing bit ended up being in an Eisenhower Park-like setting with hints of Mammoth Cave. I was walking near a river above ground, and there were hints of some sort of miracle-like healing tunnel rumored to be in the area. It had been mentioned earlier, during a camp-out (perhaps with Joe as the scout master), and I was wondering where it was, and looking for it.

The 'cave' areas were looking quite man-made, and there was supposed to be one 'pipe-like' tunnel leading to the special healing area, but instead it looked like some large sort of sewer with dozens of pipes coming in. When I started asking around, some of the regulars made me aware that there were several levels of the cave, and the healing tunnel was on the lowest level. Unfortunately, it has been raining recently, and I can see at least one large stream of water pouring down a ramp to lower levels, and am being warned that there is at least a 50-50 chance that the lowest level is currently completely flooded, and that if it isn't, it soon could be. Interesting dream, that I wish I could remember in more detail.

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08-30-2017 -- Or perhaps one day earlier. Who can say. Odd dream where I am riding a bus with mom, and talking to the bus driver. For a couple of minutes I take a seat in the row right behind the driver, next to a black woman, just to chat. But when we finish our brief conversation, I excuse myself, apologize to the black woman for encroaching on her space, and move further back in the bus. Soon after that, I find myself standing near a building as a low-flying airplane flies right into it at fairly low speed. The building cuts an airplane-like shape into the wall, much like a cartoon.

The building turns into the Pentagon, and soon the airplane is backing out of the building again, unharmed. We're discussing these new planes that are still light enough to fly, but strong enough that they can pass through buildings without bringing harm to themselves. Meanwhile, I am right behind the airplane, filming it coming out of the building with my video camera, while having to throw myself to the side to avoid being run over by its tires as it backs out of the building.

Find myself sitting on what starts as the bus, but soon turns into the airplane, itself. We are in the process of being recruited to work for the US government in various capacities, and I decide I want to fly the big 747s that can fly through buildings. Olga Vukavitch is the one asking us what areas we would like to be working in, and I am trying to bring up the footage I just shot under the airplane to show her what I would like to be doing, but my laptop computer is not cooperating.

Soon things turn slightly odd, as a bunch of enemy soldiers are storming into the plane, trying to take over and catch prisoners, and their leader seems to be Kim Jung Il. I'm kind of sitting back out of the way with my laptop. I have no weapons, and I don't have any idea of what to do. Somebody else is somewhat insulting of me, for not being more involved to try and stop things, but I excuse myself by saying I haven't been given any orders, yet. Sad.

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08-29-2017 -- Or around there. I'm somewhere, watching Bonnie going on some sort of slingshot-like ride that has her being hoisted up in chains to the top of a parachute jump-like tower (like at Knott's) where she is hoisted up by her arms, but also kind of runs along the tower like a slightly off version of rappelling. When she gets to the top, she seems to be kind of making some kind of meal (or perhaps potion) with ingredients that just kind of appear in the area, which could be quite valuable. She is assisted in this by a woman who works at the top of the tower, who most reminds me of 'The Architech' from the Player-Owned Ports content of Runescape.

Meanwhile, I am helping her bundle up her creation in a large storage container, in preparation of getting it back to the ground. Oddly, though I am at first at the top of the tower with her, I soon find myself running around at ground level again. I seem to spend a lot of time trying to use a small elevator which doubles as a waiting room at the odd cross between a doctor's office and Hewitt Associates. It seems that what everybody thinks is an elevator may only be made to look like one. Or not. It is very confusing. At least at one point, I end up a couple of stories further up in the building, where upper management hangs out in rich quarters, with spas, and a large swimming pool, lording it over the peons. There is also at least a little bit involving them trying to get me to come back to another position in the company, but by this time, I have had, and eventually gotten fired from so many positions so many times, that I really have no further interest in working for Hewitt, and I am amazed they keep trying to bring me back. Would have remembered more of this, the first day. Too bad I waited three or four days to write it down.

Just got a dream and a fragment to note.

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Wandering around town with family. Some time was spent in an airport. We return home, only to find that most of our vehicle's were missing. What's more, the place was unusually messy inside. Robbery, no doubt.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 11 - Part 1

The visuals were slightly dimmed and blurred. I was in a ballroom built of laminated wood. There was a party going on, in which guests were mostly people in their late teens/early twenties. A college break party, perhaps? Some insufferable "toughguys" start making trouble for the rest of us. The masses don't speak out against such, while I, of course, alienated myself from festivities.

Later on, I start flying around for no particular reason. This caught the attention of the meekest among the crowd, whom sought asylum after bearing woes from those ruffians. And indeed, this got so out of hand, the entire place had since devolved into bowing to mistreatment, if not joining in such misconduct. I wouldn't have cared either way, that is, if those bullies hadn't thrown junk at me, likely due to perceiving me as a threat. Oh, it's on now.

Up near the ceiling, I formed a ball of toxic plasma, which I dropped and detonated on the crowd. Those who took part in such mischief were knocked unconscious, and, in the case of the original instigators, killed outright; everyone else were completely unharmed. I snuck off, and let everyone there sort out the mess.

I creeped through some hallways, when I encountered one of the earliest belligerents, a tall, tanned skinned guy with shaved light brown hair. Up until then, I hadn't realized he'd ever left the room, and yet, he was still privy of my previous assault. Cue fistfight. The guy had a decent grasp of combat basics, and actually landed a few good hits. This overwhelmed me enough to keep from using flashy powers. Still, I could manage a simple dazing ability, allowing me time to place a chokehold from behind.

Can't recall much else until the dream ended.

7 Sept

Quite vivid last period REM, with me following the storyline actively in both non-lucid and lucid portions, which probably were 50/50. That resulted in more info that I could consciously absorb and later recall. To make things worse, I only wrote down key words. Nevertheless, it still makes good lucid practice and experience.

The non-lucid portion includes me watching a version of our first home, but from a new floating space home. We now live in this space home, which isn't really a space station, but more of a floating home, yet highly technological and much closer to the ground. There's a few issues with gravity and balancing the whole thing. I move down different floors, encounter witches that sell herbal remedies along the way.

The dream is constantly transitioning as we end up on ground, exploring ever changing cities and stores. I run into a special girl from Brazil, with whom I seem to have important things to discuss.

The whole REM seems to be with an elevated awareness but after this portion, I cross over the edge to full lucidity. I spend quite a bit of the time observing all possible items, walking around, trying to stabilize as things eventually begin slipping away, becoming overloaded with details to remember.

At some point in time, I recall to try to score a few points for the competition, so I make all DCs around euphorically sing a Metallica song. The performance lasts a while. Another DC appears to the side making comments about this. After that, I continue walking around staring at different objects, thinking that I've already forgotten a lot of details.

Created Sunday 10 September 2017

Got a fragment and a dream to note.

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Wandering in a vast, fanciful building complex floating in an extradimensional realm. Narrow bridges connected each structure. I found a laptop or a similar device, of which contained dangerous secrets. Various different entities were trying to steal this info for themselves, leaving me to defend it. Pretty sure Dragon Ball characters showed up.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 9


The visuals were a bit blurred. I was watching an Art of Fighting ending clip. A corrupt CEO was seated in his office, waiting anxiously. Eventually, his top enforcer, a huge, sharply dressed giant of a man, enters. Damage on his clothes and shoes made clear previous hardships. He presents his emplyer various papers of unknown contents, though this was obviously what the CEO was expecting. However, it seemed the giant, tired of his line of work, went on to publish this info on his own accord, explicitly to bring the executive to ruin. This ended with artwork of the giant seated triumphantly on a fancy office chair.

15 minute WBTB where I meditated and stretched for a bit. I experienced deep, near transitioned dreamlets later on, but couldn't get relaxed enough for a conversion.

Got two near-lucid dreams and a scrap to note. To be honest, I'm kinda embarrassed to post this up. I woulda just paraphrased it, but I think maybe it won't be so bad to open up to these things once in a while.

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Barely recall something of dealing with a sleazy realtor.

WBTB for 15 minutes before a WILD attempt. No insomnia, but no awareness either.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 7 - Part 1

REM Atonia unwittingly transitioned into a dream. I imagined my guide, E beside me in bed, and though I couldn't see (eyes closed), I did sense her presence nearby. Spent a moment just relaxing, when she suddenly began, uh, licking my face. Just her weird way of showing affection, I thought. Only, she goes on for minutes on end, and even began drooling uncontrollably. Random thoughts of rumors about large pet predators whirled in my mind, where certain instincts would drive these animals to see their owners as prey, and they'd then starve themselves before attacking... wait a minute. Was my guide trying to eat me again?!

I reactively opened my eyes to the sight of E's salivating grin. Unnerved, I asked her to make space, only to have her hold me down tighter. I somehow slipped away from her grasp. I then tried fleeing, but couldn't get far enough. No choice. I had to fight. Using the ancient (fictional) art of Hokuto Shin Ken, I struck her belly and then temple with my finger, causing instant paralysis. Spent a good while thinking up a flashy name for the attack, though only lethal maneuvers came to mind. So, I just left things as is.

Things get unclear. I went to the living room, where dad's watching TV, then I began floating around. Not much else until the dream ended.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 7 - Part 2

Similar REM Atonia transition into a dream. As before, I had E show up, and again, she starts licking and drooling over my face. Suddenly, she whips herself into a frenzy. I tried escaping, only to find myself shrunken down, and I just barely avoided my (from my perspective) colossal guide's immediate onslaught. This chase was quickly exhausting me. With my last bit of strength, I rocketed off as far as possible. But, incredibly, I'd somehow pathed directly into my guide's gaping mouth! Horrible moments were spent getting violently tossed and pressed between her tongue and roof, yet despite as much, I remained unharmed. I even outright mentioned that if I were lucid, I would've likely gotten points for invulnerability (D'oh!).

Woke up not long after.

Created Tuesday 04 April 2017

EDIT: Whoops. Left this in draft mode for the longest. Time to publish it fully.

Oof. Feels like forever since I last posted here. Anyway, I've got two or three DILDs to note, and got this month's bonus task done. There's a large non-lucid portion I can't recall for the first dream, and I generally don't have much to go on for the last two dreams.

Spoiler for kinda long:

Dream 1 - April TOTM 2017 Bonus Task

Scene 1 - From Cosmos to Cabañas
The visuals were mostly clear. I was riding around in a seaside highway during late afternoon, water surrounding the path on both sides. Not certain how, but I eventually realized dream.

This TOTM's bonus task was fresh in my mind. So, I flew out the vehicle, and warped into space. Had to take a moment to restabilize things, and then enjoyed just sailing the cosmos for a while at high speeds. Watching countless stars flowing past my view is always greatly amusing. Anyway, I erroneously looked around for a portal at first, but remembered it had to be a black hole. So, I thought (again, in error) to search in the emptiest point in space. After some more exploration, I found it, a void several hundred yards away, no larger than a hoola hoop in diameter. I stopped, and planned on how to enter safely. But it was too late; I was dragged inside in no time at all.

I found myself flung into a twisting wormhole, its silvery, fluid walls reflecting on pure nothingness. Ah, this again. I cheerfully let this trip run its course.

Finally, I arrive submerged in water. On surfacing, and reorienting myself, I see I'm swimming in a beach during twilight. Several family members were on the shore, including my brother Pedro. We wandered around a shopping district. Had to restabilize, and almost got distracted at someone questioning my actions.

Later, I try recalling some more tasks, but drew a blank. I couldn't think of anything else to do, for that matter. I settled on summoning Eddie, a shapechanging shadow demon from Guilty Gear. I made dramatic commands to have it form into a buzzsaw, and had it spin around for a while. Beside's Pedro's sideway glance, no one paid any heed.

We then arrive at a run down park. Some tour guide handed us chicken empanadas. These were pretty good, though did have a whole wing bone. Not something you'd want in a meat pie. Soon, we're seated a in a fairly large restaurant/bar resembling a cabaña. Got bored. I eventually imagining E, my dream guide, showing up as a waitress. A row of such workers did appear promptly, but none of them seemed to be her.

The meal (or lack thereof) ended quickly. Mom stubbornly took the tab, yet she was clearly distraught with the price. Pedro felt guilty, and urged we do something. That's when I pointed out the whole thing being a dream. I imitated Rick from Rick and Morty (actually Doc from Doc and Mharti), repeating "It's not real, Morty! This isn't real, Morty. None of this is real, Morty!", in a feigned maddened tone, all while unfitting heroic music played in the background.

The scenery collapsed instantly. Transition.

Scene 2 - On Pain of Property Damage
The visuals were dim. I false awakening in bed. I get up to record dream, when I overhear booming noise outside. Some punks were playing music full blast and flashing strobes on their ruined modified white luxury vehicle.

I approach them, and asked the hooligans to keep it down. They pretended not to listen. I repeated various times, until eventually, I lost patience. Got lucid, though I still wanted revenge. So, I erupted flames from my hands to get their attention. Then, I coerced them to do what was asked or leave on pain of property damage. Through heavy accents, they stammered what I believed was compliance. But they took too long fumbling around, and the music had grated on me long enough.

I started to count down from three. The group pleaded to me, but I didn't listen. Two. They rode backwards haphazardly, but only in circles. One. They managed to get to the corner, though still too close for my tastes. Time's up. In a panic, those punks all jumped out of the vehicle. Good on them. With a simple clench of my hand, their car ignites, and promptly explodes. I left them to wail.

Back inside, I locked the front door, and telekinetically did the same to a fictional garage door. By now, I was exhausted. So, I lied back to "sleep", and the dream ends.

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At home. My old programming teacher from way back in highschool was giving a lesson right in the lounge. A similar dream occurred later, save for replacing the entire class with unknown women. In at least one of these, I realized the dream. I morphed my hand into various shapes before the dream collapsed.

Spoiler for Media References:

Eddie:

Became lucid. Was unstable. Tried to open a portal to N but failed

Got that DILD and a fragment to note.

Dream 1 - Thief-Seeking Missiles

The visuals were clear. I was wandering around the streets at daytime. Eventually, I stop by at a gas station, specifically the same one I used to work in. There were some major renovations since I've been there, including the registers being in the opposite side of the store. Maurice, one of my old managers, was busy with some customers. I considered talking to him, though I backed off. It's been so long, I doubt he even recognized me anymore. Later, at an unknown site, I build up enough nerve to call there for a chat.

Time skip at night. I'm back at the gas station, this time as a worker. Three other employees were there as well. Of them, I recognized Maria. Another was an older, large African descended woman, while the last a skinny, aging, clean shaven Hispanic man. I take a look around, and find things were now arranged much more similarly to how I last remembered. There were, however, more selection of hot foods. I thought to sample some, but reconsidered when I found the pastries had long been shriveled into an overbaked husk.

I worked the register for some time without incident, besides some guy having concerns of having been overcharged out at the pumps.Then, later on, a big, loud black woman shows up to bicker with my like-skinned fellow employee. Tension builds up to the point of violence. I overheard their being "friends", though how one could tolerate such vitriol under any circumstances is beyond me. Anyway, this scene distracted me from looking around the store. Before I could react, I found that some jerk had gone on and stole something in plain sight. The bickering had finally resolved by that point.

After that, a mess of customers began piling up. In fact, this left me so preoccupied, that shoplifters came out of the woodworks to snatch something or two. I later had to deal with a drugged out woman, another of my coworker's supposed "friends". There was some confusion over the money she gave and what she actually owed. As I counted the funds, the woman ran off with whatever she had in hand, and I just knew I got the short end of things. Concurrently, some teen girl rushed in, swiped some DVDs and snacks, and ran off in one fell swoop. And if that wasn't enough, both previous madwomen returned to cause another commotion. What a night...

While that happened, I caught sight of underaged punks going straight for the alcohol coolers. And sure enough, I overheard one or two muttering about a beer run. I was, by then, infuriated enough to look for trouble myself, so I went to the front door and waited. Still, I was of mind to reflect on that unreasonable theft rate. I made a reactionary hand test, but no matter the result, I gained awareness.

Vengeance still filled my thoughts. I immediately blasted the punks with an energy blast, then followed up with an explosive beam split and directed to those two rambunctious women (of course, all with precautions to not accidentally hit anyone else). I then stepped outside the lot, hoping I'd find any other previously encountered thieves and scoundrels, though they were long gone by then. After thinking it over, I figured a homing attack would let me get even. I fired a golden ray into the sky, which I divided into a dozen or so other beams. These arced and spread out all over town, until they eventually exploded one by one at isolated, distant locations. Couldn't help but guffaw in triumph.

With that done, I tried conjuring my guide, E, imagining she'd appear standing around the sidewalk. Unfortunately, I lost focus, and collapsed the dream entirely.

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WBTB for 15 minutes to write some notes and stretch for a bit.

False awakening. Mom comes barging in the room, demanding I get those hurricane shutters installed despite not having a ladder.

Created Wednesday 06 September 2017

Many items to note, including a series of DILDs during early REM. Unfortunately, they're mostly just fragments at this point.

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A series of early-REM dreams that I vaguely remembered being repeated instances of each other. I'd awareness at various points. In one such case, I discovered that a spy, some red-haired woman in an office dress, was leaking false, scandalous information on my character. I caught her in the act, and coerced her into both cancelling the operation and fleeing.

False awakening in bed. I was drenched in sweat. Woke up minutes later dry as a bone.

At home. My niece, Valentina, shows me a baby doll with an eerily lifelike face
and movable joints.

In the backyard of an unknown home. I was cleaning things up along with mom and my younger brother, Trent. At one point, my brother, goes off to feed the cat. I turned away for seconds, only to find the animal had not only died, but was well into the process of decomposing. Didn't concern me one bit. However, seeing Trent and mom so non-chalant of their pet's demise was so.

At an arcade at night.

Something of digging a rock tunnel into a brightly lit tower.

Vague memories of being in a video game world.

At home. I walk downstairs, only to find a large gathering of unexpected guests, each Flora's (my sister's) friends. Very embarrassing, as I was still in my underwear.

At a beach at night. Rough waves kept me from getting too far into the water.

At a hotel room with many family and extended family members. There was a small party ongoing, though I was too tired to participate. Indeed, I was so exhausted, I just slept on floor of the nearest open space. My uncle Sylvester didn't appreciate that, and so he tells Valentina to wake me up. My niece kisses me on the forehead, to which I instantly woke up IRL.