dream fragment

Created Monday 01 August 2016

Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 3

There were many dreams this time, including a DILD at the end. However, all but the last one are only fragments now, if not completely forgotten.

Scrap Group 1
Two different dreams involving my fighting a Dream Views member.

Last days of school. Handed back paperwork. Radio plays some video game music, which annoys the female teacher. Mom and dad are there briefly. The former gets a bit upset at my grades in a few assignments. Turns out the teacher, another student and I were there as secret agents tasked with retrieving some valuable object. We were equipped with special tools and strength augmenting bionics for the job. I pick up the McGuffin too early, causing steel doors and grates to bar all exits. Reprimanded by the others; we'd exhausted all of our given resources. Luckily, I happened to have an explosive device handy for just such an occasion.

At home. Watching some history program related to a war. There's a knock on the door. I ignore it. Mom gets annoyed that no one else but her went to open it. Some Asian people deliver a package. They claim my Japanese teacher from way back in highschool is due for a visit. This must have been a very important event, for we all scrambled around to tidy up the place. I was still upstairs when she finally arrived. Never got to see her, though.

WBTB for 30 minutes, which turned into an hour instead.


Dream 1 - Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Day 3

Scene 1 - Fun and Practice in the Yard
The visuals were a bit blurred and dim. I was at my home's living room at night. Several family members were around. After some mundane stuff, I quickly realize the dream state.

First, I go out to the backyard, doing so by phasing right through the closed, curtained glass door. Once there, I levitate for a bit, but could only hover for a few seconds before the strain forces me back down. Still, I purposefully rise and fall as a "workout". Afterwards, I fall backwards to warp somewhere else, muttering "deeper" to keep anchored and stable. I simply land on the (unusually barren) ground without incident. Furthermore, I sensed my body stirring in bed, but I keep keep calm, and mutter "deeper" once again.

Cue a transition.

Scene 2 - Can't Reach the Building
The visuals were brighter and clearer. I was in a suburbs bordering an urban area at a clear day. Various people were around. I'd momentarily lost lucidity, but pick it up just as quickly.

At that moment, I jump to making a "Codec" call to my dream guide, E. She doesn't response. Guess I'll just have to go on my own. Then, after darting around, I notice a lone apartment building in the distance. Seemed an adequate place to do the spider climb task. So, I head over there while muttering "deeper".

Another unwitting transition

Scene 3 - Stubborn Dream Control
The visuals were dimmer. I was within a large, fancy facility, its interior of gleaming brown marble. Much activity was going on in the background. I was still lucid.

Wander a around for a bit, all while re-anchoring every minute or so. I try teleporting by phasing again, specifying to turn up near a tall building. So, I try walking through a wall while using the mantra, only to bump face first into it. Did so again at various different places, including a lounge and a hallway, but still nothing.

Next, I wander into a reception area, the high ceiling held up by very, very large pillars. I tried phasing through a pillar to similar results. Got curious of my strength. So, I tried pulling up a pillar. This required effort, but I managed to yank it out of the ground like a stubborn weed. I even lugged it around for a half minute or so, but it was very heavy and unwieldy, so I dropped it when I got too strained. Just realized the roof might cave in. It seemed others shared such a concern, given how quickly they were leaving. I decided to follow suit.

As I traveled down a hallway, I wondered if merely muttering teleport would do. So, I tried this. The environment immediately fizzles out. I keep focused, imagining this was simply part of the process. Coincidentally, a vague "loading" bar shows up.

Slowly but surely, I'm transitioned again.

Scene 4 - Can't Reach the Building... Again
The visuals brighter. I was in a suburban area similar to before. Still aware. Rows of apartment buildings are visible a few blocks away. An even better place for the spider climb task.

As I approach, I'm unwittingly transition yet again.

Scene 5 - High Tension Water Control
The visuals were slightly blurrier. I was wading in a beach under stormy skies. Waist high, turbulent waters rushed past me. This place was packed with beach-goers.

For a moment, I simply examined the vivid smell and sensation of the ocean. Such appreciation was interrupted by a huge wave, which knocked me and many others back. Strangely, I was never fully submerged. Thinking this fun, I allowed tides to batter me around, though I never did reach the shore despite how far the waves carried me off. Concurrently, part of "Song 2" by Blur sounded in the background.

Then, I wondered if I could make things more exciting by summoning a sea monster. I turned away from the waves, and imagined people screaming and running out of beach for their lives to signal it's entrance. The others did do as much, a few of which even voiced a stock scream or two. I turned back, anticipating a huge beast, but didn't find such a thing. Instead, I was met with much, much larger waves.

In desperation, I held my arms up towards the water. This unwittingly stalled the water in its tracks. I focused to hold it back, at least just enough so it wouldn't crash down on me too violently. When several other waves approached, I was able to redirect them directly over and past me.

The tides calmed down for a bit. I was curious of this new power. So, I tried lifting a waterball, but couldn't. This made me doubt whether I had any control of this at all. Suddenly, even more enormous waves turn up. I stood fast, and, wilfully this time, delayed them as before. Figured this only worked during high tides or high tension.

I go on for a bit, but eventually, I mistime the technique. Thus, a wave bashes me right out of the dream.

Fallen asleep at 00:46, woke up at 04:00. Tried WBTB, no lucid results.

Fragment

It was dark, I was sitting on my bed and thinking about methods of lucid dreaming and that it's possible that I'd have one this night.

Dream

It was winter evening, I was in my house. Brother arrived for a short while to take socks out of a drawer and drive back to his house. He asked me if I'm going with him. I accepted and entered the car. We drove to a city, he went out and I was waiting for him in the car, playing something on my phone. After a long while he came back with his wife, they were arguing about something. Brother didn't wanted to go anywhere with me, so he decided to drive me back home. I left his car and we went on foot to car of his wife, where my mother and my friend that just drove back from England were waiting. Suddenly a terrible flu got me, we entered the car and drove away.

SpellBee Comp my first night of trying.

I was in what appeared to be a group home setting. One of the
male staff was taking a special interest in me, in an intimate
sense. He kept flirting with me. I became lucid due to the fact
that this raised a moral flag to me & also due in fact that I was
in a home as a child & there was a sense of familiarity of a rehab
I was in multiple times as an adult in my 20's.

I woke up & kept my eyes mostly closed to go pee. And laid back
in bed to try & continue this dream as a WBTB method & WILD.

I fell right back into the dream. Unfortunatley the content was
too overwhelming for me to conciously start preforming the task
of the competition yet my dream continued from the get go fully lucid!

Completely lucid from the start now. I am realizing that the
other staff & young women living here are taking notice to this
situation that's unfolding. I look around & am no longer thinking
this is a group home. It's more of a rehab which in my actual
experiences is close to the same thing yet on an adult level. But
of course my reciprocating actions by flirting back & feeling
much affection towards this man is conforting & mutual from a
sexual view... I am in my bed & there are other women, not girls
around me in their beds but we are all watching tv but I'm not
paying attention to it, only that I notice it's a movie & the
lights are low. The bedroom scenerio is bothering me so I change
it to a living room setting which has sectional couches. This
wasn't a hard reach for me because I had a point of reference
from when I was in a similar setting in a rehab minus this
particular man. (I'll explain later) I am cuddling with him & am
enjoying the intimacy. We pull the covers over our head & we can
see the light through it from the big tv & can hear others
wispering. I feel I know him very well. I lay my head on his chest
& I can feel he is getting an erection & I'm also feeling aroused.
I realize why I feel like this. He's my husband. My real life
husband. I decide I need to wake up now because he may still be
in our bed & I need to be in the waking world.

This dream has representation's of things merged into this weird
dream. For one, I was in a group home when I was a teenager, two,
I was in a rehab in my twenties multiple times. One of those
times like other times I also entered on the domestic violence
side & actually did have an affair with a male staff member. I
was an adult at that time. And the reason my husband is represented
like this is because in December I had a hysterectomy which made
it difficult for us to start having sex until right before my
son came back for the summer from college. Due to him being here
we haven't been able to be intimate so obviously I'm missing my
husband & can't wait for my son to go back for his 5th yr of
college!


SpellBee Comp Points: (If I get anything wrong plz feel free mods
to correct me.)

1/2 pt: 1/2 non-lucid fragment
10pts: First wild of the night
2 pts: WBTB
2 pts: Interact with a DC
10 pts: Advanced Object changing (beds to couches)
Total: 22 1/2

(I changed a whole room so if there is a point system number for
that that I have overlooked, plz someone let me know. I wasn't
sure if it would count as full transformation.)





Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown
Competition Notes-Teal

Dream 2

I'm in a hotel room with a huge bag of cash, over 100 000 [currency unit here], possibly stolen.

0.5 points [dream fragment]

So this is going to be an exceptionally long entry because I have to bundle dreams from a nap I took yesterday with dreams from last night. Yesterday I took a nap from about 3:00pm until 6:00pm and had these dreams:

Something to do with a fat Minion. He had stolen some macguffin crucial to the plot of whatever movie I was watching (I think it was minions 2, but I can't be sure.), and was weighing the three options he could do for it. I remember he had three ideas. One that he could come clean and give the thing he had stolen back to its original owner and face the consequences. The other was that he could keep it and sell it on the black market. He had a third option but he had a very limited window of time to carry out this option, whatever it was, I forgot.

I remember he was in a restaurant setting and he was squirting blobs of mustard and ketchup to represent the good and bad things about each of his possible plans trying to weigh the pros and cons. The scene was supposed to be funny but I found he was making a mess. He got kicked out of the restaurant and these secret service guys took him away and interrogated him. When they took him to the interrogation chamber he played dumb and kept saying something about a banana.

-+-

I was walking with my mom. My dad was cranky and didn’t want to walk with us but still wanted to be with us so we could know how mad he was about… uhh… I don’t know… something. so he was driving along very slowly in a car with the window rolled down next to us while me and my mom were talking.

My mom said something about the sky and I looked up to see some turbulent looking clouds (as well as a missed multi-moon dream sign) There was a very pretty sunset.

I’m fairly certain that there were little kids who looked like Cafe’s Dream Guides who were buying ice cream from the ice cream truck. There was some subplot where all three of them had a crush on her and were trying to impress her by buying her ice cream that she liked. But none of them actually knew what kind of ice cream she actually DID like, since none of them had the courage to approach her and ask her, so they were all making their best guesses. I remember just thinking about how the ice cream truck always comes so late in the day. (Accurate to WL, the ice cream truck in my neighborhood always does come very late in the day.)

-+-

There was also a false awakening where I woke up at about 9:30pm, when in reality I fell asleep around 3:00pm and woke up at around 6:00. I remember a very large orange cat sitting in loaf position in the door of my room and I couldn’t get out of my room because of it.

Onto the dreams from last night: Between two WBTBs and my final awakening I had a lot of dreams, all of them completely non-lucid. A plot-line or two even transferred over the first Wake-Back-To-Bed.

-+-

I was having lunch in the cafeteria of my elementary school. I said that I was having "Pickled Bento" and got some weird looks from some friends. I attained some level of lucidity and chuckled at the idea of a bento box inside of a giant glass jar of vinegar, and one appeared.


A fragment involving Bismuth being a sacred element. There were either three, four or six bismuth crystals that needed to be slotted into some alien device in a particular way. I think the bismuth crystals became contagious due to improper handling and began spreading across the surface of the planet. (I remember the planet I was on was not earth, it was some kind of alien planet, like mars, with dusty red soil.)

-+-

I was playing Minecraft with this kid that I sometimes babysit. (IWL, our favorite activity is to play Minecraft.) I had built a large, detailed castle that he was very impressed with. I remember the castle had a large network of tunnels and rooms underneath it spreading almost all the way down to the bottom of the world. I was in the basement of the castle expanding the tunnels. But I had run into a lot of lava and the moment I remember most clearly was when I was mining some diamond ore blocks.

-+-

I am at my college. My creative writing professor is there and she says we are going to watch some surprise children's cartoon and write a poem about it. She talks for a bit about the context of a children's cartoon and how we are adults and shouldn't be able to get much out if it. But apparently that's part of the exercise, that we have to re-invigorate this childlike sense of wonderment and fun from watching a cartoon and that's part of the exercise, then, while it's fresh on our minds, write a poem about it. The professor reminds us to not be late for the viewing of the cartoon.

...

There is a jump in time to the night that we are supposed to be viewing the cartoon. At some point somebody figured out that it was going to be Episode 19 of season 2 of the original Avatar Cartoon. Then I remembered the professor had told us to take lots of notes before, during and after the viewing of the cartoon. Apparently the context of how we were feeling before and after viewing the show was important to our poetry.

For some reason, we were viewing it on a projector screen in the yard of the house next to mine, and I was in a hurry to get there because they were about to start. (I think I was hurrying back from a Taekwondo class, but I'm not sure.) Also, it is late at night, the sun is down, but there is still a little bit of twilight at this time. I am driving down the road in my subdivision backwards, mostly navigating with the rear view mirror. I remember I pulled into my yard backwards and ran out of the car to the neighbors yard where the class was. The professor was happy to see me and told me she was worried she would have to put a bad mark on my grade for not showing up.

I then remember my dad came out and told me to move the car off the lawn. (Surprisingly not very ticked considering I had done a pretty considerable lawn job.) I figured I could, since it would just take me a minute. He went back inside and started up the car. I started to pull into the road to park by the side of the road but a car drove past without its headlights on as I was pulling out and hit the rear passenger side of the car. It drove off without stopping.

I sighed and thought "oh great, now the car is damaged too." I started to orient it to park but I was facing down the road the 'wrong way', but then I saw another car (this time a big white pickup truck) drive out of the darkness without its headlights on. It rammed into me and I went third person as I saw the car roll several times onto the opposite side of the road to my house.

I went back into first person and saw a large cut on my left arm that was bleeding. I looked out the window and saw three moons (missed that dream sign again) and things went black.

I wake up in the hospital. The doctors said I had no permanent damage from the car accident, that I just lost consciousness from getting knocked around too much. I saw a bandage on my left arm. I then remember some police came in to talk to me about the car crash. I told them that there were two people driving without their lights on that it was their fault for hitting me since I had no chance of seeing them. They asked for more details on what happened.

I wanted to draw a picture for them but I didn't have a notepad, since I thought it would be the best way to explain it. I got out of bed and stood in the hallway with the police. One of the police went back to the car to get a notepad, but when he got back, I had lost the pen. I tried to walk back to my room to get it, but a doctor told me to sit down in the other room, since I was supposedly still weak from the crash. (Though I felt fine.)

-+-

Somehow related to the previous dream. (I think I had been recruited into a secret agency after surviving the car crash, nobody thought the crash was survivable, but apparently I had unwittingly employed some advanced technique for surviving car crashes, and they had wanted me to drive a car and chase down criminals.) The car wasn't like a police car but a black sports car.

I was chasing some criminals in a remote country road. (I think it started out as the dirt road that runs behind my house, but as I drove it became an original creation to the dream with big hills and a railroad crossing. It was a beautiful, remote wooded road.) But they turned the tide on me because it turned out that the car I was chasing was just bait and their real plan was to capture an agent (me) and use me as a hostage. Two armored trucks came behind me with machine guns on top and started shooting at me.

I saw the railroad crossing was flashing so a train was coming. I thought this was how I could lose the armored trucks. The second one was hit by the passing train but the first one was still following me. I remember I turned and drove down another railroad track for awhile until my car got stuck. I got out and was walking by the side of the railroad track. I think was trying to call the agency for help on this little black star-trek communicator spy thing but the enemies had jammed my signal.

I came across these hillbilly people who were walking along the railroad tracks. It turned out they were all other agents. They said that a train shipping valuable supplies for the agency was going to pass through here but the bad guys had cut down trees and put them on the tracks.

I helped the redneck undercover agents by telling them to use a tree stump and a small log to make a lever that could be used to roll the bigger trees off of the train track. We got the last tree off of the track just as the train was getting near.

...

I remember I brought the agents back to my house. They told me I was a good agent and I should keep eating my kid nuggets to stay healthy/strong/a valuable asset to the agency. I asked them what 'kid nuggets' were. They said that they were like chicken nuggets but made with the meat of little kids. I went up the stairs and saw them all eating what looked like plain timbits but they had meat inside of them and I figured those must be kid nuggets. Some low level of lucidity possessed me and I was able to convince myself that they were not really eating children, but rather just timbits.

4:30am WBTB

I am inside what feels like my cousin's school. (I visited my cousin's school once.) I remember I was re-taking the class from before and I was the assignment where we had to watch Season 2 episode 19 of Avatar. But this time we just had to walk to another classroom with a working video projector to do it. I remember the professor left and told us to take a ten minute break and meet her in either room 114 or 119, I forget.

I didn't need a break from the class and was actually rather excited to get on with the assignment. I walked down the hall to a room marked with the number I had to be in but when I went in there was a different teacher/professor teaching me math. There was a misunderstanding because the numbers 4 and 9 looked really similar when they were printed on the room numbers in the building and I had gone to the wrong room.

After the professor let me out, I realized I had to go to the bathroom. I went in to find ten gray urinals of increasingly large size. (The smallest being about the size of a sheet of letter sized paper, The largest being about 25 feet tall and so large that I had to slide along the opposite wall to get past it to the stalls.) There was only one bathroom stall. It had a black privacy wall and the toilet was elevated on a concrete slab making it very awkward to get on top of.

I went and did my business (sparing the details of this, other than saying that going to the bathroom here was surprisingly normal as far as dream bathroom trips go.) The bathroom was pretty dirty and it looked like somebody had peed on the floor. (Or... er... several people judging by the amount of urine.)

When I came out there was this girl with short blonde hair and a cheerleader outfit and I realized that I was walking out of the woman's bathroom. She took a picture of me with her phone and laughed because I walked out of the women's bathroom. Apparently she had switched the signs as part of a prank. I didn't get that right away and was convinced that I had been in the men's bathroom because there were urinals. She said she was going to start a rumor about me and I kicked her in the groin hard enough to lift her into the air and shouted:

Spoiler for for those of you who aren't used to how I talk when I'm angry in dreams:

CUNT PUNT, BITCH!

Thanks nonlucid dream-me. That was a totally valid reaction to that situation...

I don't remember the visuals/etc, but I remember the remainder of the plot that I ended up getting in trouble for kicking that girl because she was the daughter of the principal of the school and I got sent home early. My professor (who apparently saw the her switch the signs and defended me) said that I should come to class next time having watched the episode of avatar and taken notes for my poem.

-+-

This was somehow also tied to both of the first two dreams. I remember my dad said that I had been having a hard time because I had either crashed the car or gotten in trouble at school or both. (The timeline of this whole thing was now nonlinear, this dream somehow took place on multiple timelines. In one timeline, all of the dreams from the night were supposedly happening in a linear sequence, and that he thought I was down on my luck because I had both failed to do the class assignment two times and I had been in the car accident. In another timeline, only the first dream involving the car crash happened, my dad assumed that I was only down on my luck because of that, and in a third timeline, the first dreams of the night had not happened and my dad thought that I was down on my luck only because of the incident in my cousin's school and the other dreams had not happened.)

S was there too, curious about what my dad was about to show us.

Anyways the thing he wanted to show me was his vinyl record of songs that he had recorded. Apparently, in dream my dad had secretly worked as a DJ at a disco deck around the year 1980. He had recorded this album called 'dark matter disk' of early electronic/techno songs. Apparently he was famous enough as a DJ to get this science fiction movie with the songs from his record as the soundtrack, and he was this sort of flash-Gordon style movie star to his own movie. But apparently the movie majorly bombed in ratings and didn't make enough money to pay for itself, and my dad was really embarrassed about the corny acting and poorly written story, but he decided to overcome his embarrassment and show me and S.

He put the movie into the video player. It started off with the backstory saying that in 2077 Nasa built a telescope powerful enough to see planets in orbit around other stars. But when they looked at what seemed to be an empty patch of sky they saw the Dark Matter Disk.

It was an alien spacecraft but in the shape of a record, a huge disc with a hole in the center. There were energy conduits glowing green running out from the center. The NASA scientists said that the spacecraft was twice as big as the distance of the sun to Neptune, but very thin, only a few hundred miles thick. I remember very good for 1980 computer CGI of the spacecraft using gravity waves to collect gas planets, apparently planets that were rouge and didn't orbit any star. There were dozens of planets originally arranged randomly, but they were arranged by the ship's gravity waves into a row perpendicular to the spacecraft, passing through the central hole.

Then two smaller spacecraft detached from the main, and each flew to the end of the row of gas planets. They were originally thin needle like spacecraft but they unfolded into these parabolic dishes facing inward toward the middle. They then fired an energy beam that forced the row of planets to collapse right in the center of the main spacecraft. They formed a black star, but it created white light along the edges and a few spots in the middle. Apparently they called it a black hole star.

I lost the dream here, but the plot of the movie had something to do with the aliens trying to steal all of the gas planets in our solar system to make their next star.

6:00am WBTB, Wee back to bed, Nose Pinched upon awakening, suspicious of a false awakening, but it was real life.

I was walking out of my high school. I think this was on a timeline where only the dream involving the cheerleader in my cousin's high school had happened but none of the other dreams had not happened.

I remember I got to the room in the stairs under the wing by the bus loop and these four guys stopped me. They started talking to me like they were going to bully me. I got ready and as I expected one of them came at me and tried to attack me with a knife. I didn't want to get in trouble for fighting in school so I tried not to kick him too hard. (Also, my martial arts felt sluggish. Usually even when nonlucid, I'm very light and nimble and can attack quickly. In this dream they felt slower than real life) I did kick the guy away into the wall and he dropped the knife.

Then this little but still muscular guy came up to me and I grabbed his hand and twisted it causing him to fall over and took him down. This big burly black guy then came at me with brass knuckles. I ran around and avoided his punch, then jumped and kicked him in the stomach. He just laughed it off and told all of the other guys to stop trying to attack me. Everyone else got up, uninjured.

The black guy explained that these four were a part of some fitness club and they wanted to remind people that fitness was good for self defense, and that if this had been a real fight, most people would have lost. Apparently they got clearance with the school to pretend to assault people to convince them to go to this after school fitness thing, since apparently violence was a big problem at my school in-dream.

I told them I already did Taekwondo, but that I would consider coming in if I found time in my schedule. I also told him to probably rethink the marketing tactic though and the guy said that it was probably a good idea since not a lot of people appreciated being pretend attacked. My friend S appeared saying he saw the fight happening at the other end of the hall and came to help, but I explained what was going on.

The last thing I remember was the power in the school going out. The black guy said that some antagonists were doing it and now the six of us had to work together to take them on in a real fight.

Nonlucid Dream: 1pt*7=7
Fragment 0.5pt*4=2
WBTB (fail) 2pt*2=2

Night Total: 11

Created Sunday 31 July 2016


Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 2


There were many dreams today, including a DILD after my first WBTB. However, I've forgotten much of the others, and even of those three that I could identify, two of them are only fragments.

Before the following, I do a 45 minute WBTB, which turned into an hour and 45 minute WBTB instead.

Dream 1 - Plane Flip

The visuals were pretty clear. I was a passenger in a small car, being taken down a long road at daytime. Grassy hills remained in view at my right. Driving the vehicle was my uncle, Felix.

We stop at a red light. My uncle cuts ahead a bit, but backs up when he "remembered" his previous traffic citation. This all seemed very familiar... Anyway, he eventually makes a long right turn into a long, curved highway ramp. Soon, a large bridge is in sight. The George Washington Bridge, I thought, heading to New York. As I look around for the cityscape, I instead find the shadow of a mountainside in the distance. Just then, I realized I lived a few thousand miles away from this area, and thus, attain lucidity.

I fly out. The dream starts fading into brown. So, I stabilize and anchor myself by muttering "deeper". In time, the environment reforms. I'm then floating over a grassy flatland with the distinctive blocky textures of Minecraft. Eh, done that. I grumble "deeper" a few more times, and willfully drop through the ground.

As it turned out, this plane was only paper thin. I'm unexpectedly "flipped" into another area, its gravity completely reversed. After readjusting myself, I see I'm hovering high over a series of grass-topped, narrow plateaus. Still had the same cheap, boxy textures as before, if a bit brighter and clearer. Let's go deeper.

Dived head first through the ground again with the intent to "flip" planes once more. Once inverted, I see I'm ducked down on a pebbly brook. This time, the visuals were realistic, though a bit dimmer. Still, this was much better overall. I played around with the water, splashing it around and letting it drift past my hands. Got a little too caught up with this; couldn't help but appreciate its lifelike, cool dampness.

Well, I snap out of this after a minute or so. I tried looking around, only to find I can't move my neck. Stay calm. Just move on. I used my "Codec Device" to call my dream guide, E, but there was no response. Then, seconds after I gave up, a small, 8-bit figure appeared in view from my left. This seemed as a lady in a black cloak. She spoke to me in white text, though the words scrolled too fast for me to accurately read everything but her name (only remember it was an adverb; "Still", I think?). I'm quite certain this sprite-lady gave a snippy explanation as to why my guide wasn't going to show. She walked off-view immediately afterwards.

Then, a bright spark bounces around in front of me. This begins shattering the environment. I maintain my grasp for half a minute before the dream collapses entirely.


Scrap Group 1
Waking up in a hotel room on a fluffy, pink covered and white bed. Next to that was an even smaller, pinker bed designed for children. The area was a bit messy. Mom and dad were nearby.

Found several large roaches around the house, encountering them in some very unlikely spots each time (besides the laundry room). As I wake up, I feel a creeping sensation. I'm uncertain if it's real or not, and hesitate. Eventually, I blew air at it, where I then feel and hear the distinctive humming of large insect wings. Oh crap. I freeze in panic, and, once possible, instinctually try brushing it off. There's nothing there, just an illusion.

Dream 2 - "Reality" Bites

The visuals were clear. I was sitting in my home's dining room at daytime. Levon was nearby.

As I was eating a meal from a bowl (porridge, I think), my lower left-most flat tooth snaps right off. I spit it out, and taste a distinctive mixture of blood and wheat. After staring at it haplessly for a few seconds, I rush to the bathroom. A look in the mirror did indeed confirm what I feared. I couldn't believe any of this, prompting a breathing test, yet this "proved" the "reality" of the situation.

Still, I refused to accept any of this. As denial, I began running out the door to fly. Mom concurrently opened the door from the outside. Anyway, I leaped in the air and... faceplant. Hard. How embarrassing. The others muttered in confusion. Seeing as I couldn't humiliate myself any more, I just practiced some handstands, much to the further confoundment of everyone else.

I wake up soon afterwards.

I had the worst night of non-lucid dreams but I lost them because our new A/C is acting up & I slept like shit in my living room. Mike had to go to the doctor first thing in the morning & it threw off all of my dream recall. Sigh.

Created Saturday 30 July 2016

Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 1

Bleh. Not much to note on dreams, one complete one from before dawn, and a number of fragments afterwards. There was one scrap which was LD related, and another where I should have identified the state, but, oh well. That's that.

Dream 1 - Sonic Fights Some Bones

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was watching someone (my nephew?) play a 3D Sonic game, of which took place in the ruins of a destroyed present-day city.

First few minutes were spent exlporing the site and getting a handle for the controls. This included jumping around in a demolished warehouse, and grinding on a row of fallen street lamps. The stage was initially empty of any other figures, whether enemies or just background characters.

Then, as he turned a corner, he was suddenly ambushed by a gigantic, hunched hominid skeleton. Sonic's attacks were useless, and so he was forced to flee. In response, the giant chucked huge (arm or leg) bones with deadly accuracy.

At one point, outright Sonic changes into E-102 Gamma. The robot's too slow to evade the incoming projectiles, but he could redirect these by laser-blasting them away. Unfortunately, the player isn't much of a shooter. He complains of how difficult this all is, while I claim he just needed to work on his technique.

Not sure what happens until the dream ended.

20 minute WBTB. Unsuccussful.

Scrap Group 1
Several forgotten dreams connected by a group of similar false awakenings. In these, I'd "awaken" in bed with my dream guide, E, laying next to me. I was too tired and tried getting back to sleep, only for her to harass me by pushing me around and even biting me.

At home. Go Theodore's room to help him fix his computer's DVD drive. Some driver issues, I think? Claude turns up. Several media conversations, including a few comments bemoaning previously liked shows that've disappointed us as time went by. I hoped Rick and Morty wouldn't become one of such shows. Theodore states his dislike of the series for its overt use of gross humor.

Visiting Donny's place, for some reason. He's getting some games set up, when he's called in for work. Overheard his supervisor saying quite some demeaning things. Donny tried hiding his displeasure. Numerous unknown people then turned up, co-workers of his, I thought.

Claude and I are testing out a few things in D&D. We put several character builds against a Forgotten Beast (incorrect reference; that's a generated monster from Dwarf Fortress) to see how long they'd last. The last one, a Wizard, stood virtually no chance. I bemoaned how unfair this was. Claude made a snippy remark of my "needing to think a little" to overcome this. How infuriating. As I walk away, I imagine violently taking out my anger out on him. This illusion takes form, and I identify as much, yet I'm too soured to entirely realize the dream.

Fragments
I remember being apart of maybe some sort of fighting UFC thing? Maybe a family member or something was UFC fighter? Can barely remember it.

WBTB: Failed


Non-Lucid Dreams
After my WBTB attempt, I accidentally fell asleep a bit too quick. I remember having a dream in the Walking Dead Universe, where I was part of Ricks group. We were held up in this school or gym or something, for sure. We were just doing some work, involving hoses or water or whatever, and I was helping out. When we were done and inside, someone knocked on the door. I grabbed two, ahem, "weapons", which were a nerf gun and I large thick stick lol. I threatened the dude who knocked to step back (he didnt have any weapons) and then Rick came over with his bigass revolver, you know the one, and asked him the questions he asks people in the show, if I remember correctly, "How many walkers have you killed", "How many people have you killed", "Why". The guy answered them (dont remember the answers) and told us how he had a school up and running, and asked me if I would like to join. In my mind, I thought it'd be kinda nice, but he was teaching really young kids and I don't think I would learn much. Rick said no, anyways. I forgot what happened to him, but the guy left. I then remember helping the group with some stuff some more, and then the dream was over.

Frag: Something to do with shopping at Kroger with my mom. There was a stegosaurus in the parking lot eating people's groceries and cars and a thunderstorm was coming.

Frag: I thought of dream music. Neptune the Mystic from Holst’s planets suite was all I got. I feel like I kept hearing it through dreams.

Frag: I was watching One Punch Man season two. In it, he encountered this character from another dimension called "One Kick Woman" who was more powerful than Saitama. When asked what her power came from she said that she did TWO hundred push ups, TWO hundred sit ups, TWO hundred squats and a 20km run each day. She had a green and black costume.

Man, I should draw that.

Dream, since two frags from it: Something to do with being stranded a tropical island. I was with a few other people and we were all naked. I think we were on a reality TV show. Someone said something about making coconut cups for our genitals along with coconut bras for the females, but I didn't want to do it because I thought it would look ridiculous. I said that everyone was naked under their clothes and we should put survival essentials before modesty.

...

At the end of the dream, The show's crew packed up but I wanted to stay on the island alone. The crew said that the island would be underwater soon because of global warming. I said that I didn't care.

Spoiler for im gonna spoiler this one just in case, its weird and gross:

I was sitting with a friend in his room. For some reason he had a large drop-down screen like an overhead projector and was projecting his computer screen while drawing on his tablet so I could watch. He was drawing a picture of a teenage anime girl with brown hair sitting on the toilet. He said that drawing the poop was his favorite part. (This, my fellow dreamers, is why I don't specifically mention my friends.) He put these four rows of statistic and numbers near her butt that said how good she was at pooping.

I remember one of them was "+2 Constipation Resistance"

I left the room and came back with a soda. I was more confused than anything. He opened this folder and showed me he was using the art to make a trading card game about anime girls pooping. Apparently the story was that it took place in this school where the girls learned the techniques and trained their digestion to make the best poops in the world for giving to scientists to study and stuff. The things I saw were:

Traffic Light Poop (A special effect card with a picture of a red, yellow and green poop)
(A random anime girl)
Belly Expansion Beans (A special effect card with a a picture of beans.)
Yoko (from GL, Apparently he was using characters from other animes.)
(Something about men urinating)

I'm fairly certain I woke up laughing from that dream and went pee myself. I suppose that counts as a WBTB since I went back to bed with the intention of LDing. My chronology is all messed up, I don't remember what order these dreams came in at all. Just that this took place at around 4:00am.

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I was watching a movie about Godzilla. (Supposedly a followup to the Godzilla 2014 movie. In the movie, Godzilla was walking around the city. Pearl from Steven Universe was there trying to stop Godzilla but she was giant and glowing orange. She had some help from these little crystalline beetles that also glowed orange, I think she summoned them. When the tried to fight Godzilla he did something to turn parts of them green, then Godzilla left.

Then I appeared in the dream and was able to turn the parts of their bodies that had been turned back to orange mostly, with still a few green spots. They all went and got onto a UFO to go back to their home planet, and said that they weren’t attacking earth and felt it would be better to just leave in peace before any more destruction happened on either side. I think Samurai Jack appeared in the movie toward the end and helped me to split up the fighting forces and broker peace. But people thought that it was a plot point that came out of nowhere.

I remember my uncle saying. “That was a good movie, they didn’t waste time with anything and got right to the action…”

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I remember I was in a mining camp at night. The setting was otherworldy. Stripey blue rocks with black metallic bismuth-like crystals in them and a dark gray sky. The metallic crystals was what we were mining.

We are sitting around the fire. Me and a few friends were using these things called murmur men. They were basically like zombie men that we could use as free labor to dig up minerals. They didn’t need to eat or sleep and acted like robots always taking orders. (You could just order one to walk off a cliff and it would oblige.) And when they were ‘killed’ by something they could just regenerate by having a skeleton come up from underground and reforming their flesh onto it.

I remember I said that I liked to give the murmur men meals and sleep, even though they could be worked 24 hours a day without food or sleep it made me feel better and it made the murmur men more productive when they did work because it made them happier. My friends got mad at me for letting them do this because they said they were nothing more than tools to be used for our mining. I remember thinking that when I had the chance, I was going to try and set all of the murmur men free.

Someone said something about building a second windmill for our camp. We already had one windmill powering our camp. I remember seeing the timber frame and metal rotor, and in intricate detail, seeing the gearbox we had assembled to turn the generator that provided our area with power. 2D from Gorillaz appeared and started singing the Gorillaz song ‘Feel good Inc’ and our windmill changed to the one from the flying windmill island. Golden sunlight started shining through the clouds onto the windmill.

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I FA’d. I was with family members. We were all sleeping together in this big log cabin themed suite. It had separate rooms for each of us. I remember looking out the door and seeing this creepy mime girl with black and white makeup looking at me from the counter. (I think ‘Mime Girl’ was what I was calling her internally.) I remember she had all white eyes that glowed.

She posessed one of my cousins into going after us and trying to attack. Family members all started waking up at the sound of screams and they were panicking because they didn’t want to fight my cousin since he was a family member. I know he killed at least one person before I even woke up. Everyone went into the central kitchen area of the cabin where we saw he had a steak knife and different people lunged in and pulled away trying to take it from him.

My aunt was getting extremely emotional because she didn’t know what she could do. She tried talking to him about loving his family but it didn’t work and my cousin stabbed my aunt in the arm. She backed away and then fainted into the arms of my father who started looking around for something to bandage it with. The wound didn't seem to be bleeding, it was just like a red cut mark on her arm.

I remember being in what was supposed to be this intense family situation, I was just thinking like "I don't care, can we get this over with and go back to sleep." I think it was actually a low level of lucidity acting on me. I figured I'd just get in there and show everyone how it was done. I went in after my possessed knife-wielding cousin. I remember I moved in on him and tried to disarm the knife but he was too fast and he stabbed me in the chest. There was a moment of intensity here, but I snapped back into my apathetic layer-zero lucidity attitude as I fell to the floor. My wound shared the same characteristic to my aunts'. No blood came out, it was just like a short red line on my body.

My reaction was something along the lines of “Oh darn… I’ve been stabbed by my cousin who was possessed by a demonic mime. For some reason I just don't care. ” I remember looking at the mime girl while things went to black and saying. “Maybe we should have been fighting HER instead of my cousin.”

Then my youngest cousin went in. When the posessed cousin tried to stab him he caught the knife blade between his hands, ninja kicked him back without hurting him too much and threw the knife at the mime girl, banishing her.

I was fully dead now and watching third person as a spirit. My youngest cousin said turned to me and said thanks for giving him the strength to be a little ninja. I was lucid enough to know that this was somehow in reference to me calling the kids in my taekwondo class yesterday 'Little Ninjas' when they did a good job on their kicks. (My cousin isn't in my Taekwondo class though)

This apathy has been a focus of mine lately, during the meditations I've been doing. I put a lot of thought into these sorts of dreams, that often seems like they're designed specifically to create emotional scenes, but I'm usually very apathetic towards them. It feels like theres this very low level of lucidity that's worked its way into these dreams.

Dream: 1*5=5
Frag: .5*3=1.5
WBTB: 2*1=2

i = (my dream-self)

lat night i hard this life like dream but it was weird, i was dreaming as if i was watching a movie,
it started if basic like i had just woke up, i proceeded to go through my daily routine till i heard a knock at my door, i opened it to find Tyler Poesy there and that`s my i realized it was a dream, however my dream me acted like it was normal she greeted him with a smile and kissed him.
and then things changed i found myself in a hotel room, i was getting changed in to a dress, Tyler was fully dressed in suit, in his hand was a reunion invitation from my old high school,

my dream-self was feeling nervous and scared almost (which i kinda can get because my high school wasn't the happiest time of my life).

the scene changed and i was in a taxi gripping on to Tyler hand will he joked how everyone will be shocked to see me.

we pulled up to the school where the event was being held.

Got out and proceeded into my old school, everyone had seemed to be inside as when we got to the sign in desk my name tag was the only one left.

at the desk was my old guidance teacher, he smiled and stated he wasn't sure if i was coming, i introduced him to Tyler how picked up with the with Amy tag.

we proceeded in to the auditorium where it was being held.

as we walked in people started looking over and whispering Alana made her towards me dragging a man who turned out to be her husband

she stated how good it was to see me and that i had totally changed she almost didn't recognized.
she also stated she couldn't believe i was dating Tyler, and that she had read the book i had published.

soon after other people started to approach and make similar comment.

i soon found myself being pulled away from my dream-self over to a group of people i recognized as bing total bitches back in the day who made my life hell for no reason whats so ever.

the seemed to be bitching about me.

i was soon pulled back to my dream-self when music started to come on, tyler then whispered that we should dance, as we made our way over to the space for dancing one of the girls who were bitcing about me proceeded to make her way over with a glass of wine, she tripped



(i woke up after that)

I remember being in the Grease universe (you know, that movie with John Travolta?) which is weird because I haven't seen that movie in years. Anyways, I knew I was in the universe because Sandy and Danny were there, kissing it up for some reason. Then I remember being at a party with random people i've never seen before (including Sandy and Danny) and next thing I know i'm flirting it up with this girl, and then you know how it goes, it snowballs and next thing you know we figure out she's pregnant. People are freaking out, i'm freaking out, then I remember Sandy and Danny calling us over and I guess we transfered the baby to them. That's uh, all I remember.

I recall a fragment in which I was drinking a cheap beer. It was somewhat horrible, it tasted like it was pure toxic chemicals instead of usual beer.

I remember before I went to bed feeling my chakra energy really flowing and remember setting the intention to find out what really happened in the missing memory gap when I was very young.

As I went of to sleep, I found myself in control on my dream, but only on a certain setting, I couldn't manipulate the area of the place I was in, nor transport myself to another area, but I could manifest objects and people to a degree. I recognized that I was on Deep space 9 on the promenade. I decided since Ops is the central area to go there for answers, on my way I met with several of the the characters of the show referring to me as Ensign King as they passed me, I said good day to them and moved along I had met along the way to the lift Kira, Dax, and Odo. As I managed to get to the lift to ops I stated "OPS", and lift started to move but it did not go to ops it went to a habitat ring, I again repeated "OPS" but it still would not move, so I decided to take a walk around where it had brought me, Some of the rooms opened as I walked pass them, at first I thought nothing of it, then I felt I needed to see what was in them, I cant remember all of what I saw, but some had memories from my childhood, I remember seeing myself back in school, then brushing it off and moving along the corridor to next room as I got the door again the door opened but I saw a figure appear along the the corridor. A female person with brunette hair, I idmediately ran after her, I got to a door that had closed behind her tried to overwrite it, and thought, I not getting anywhere this way, so I crawled through the access panel tubes trying to go around and wound up in.... I loss the plot from this point on, I remember some more weird things happened from this point, but can't remember exactly what.

I was too out of it this morning to focus on remembering my dreams, but I know I had a few that I could've remember. All I remember was a false awakening involving my dog.