dream fragment

Operation Homicide - Ep. 101 Bad-Ass McCoy is a series of my dreams where I take on the character of Bad-Ass McCoy, and kick ass. Whether it be random villains or Albanian drug lords, Bad-Ass can handle it all. So get your guns ready, cock 'em, and hand 'em over, because I'm about to do all the shooting.

Level of Lucidity: 1
Level of Clarity: 4
Level of Realism: 4
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)


Operation Homicide Ep. 101: There I am. In a fancy, modern style apartment building. I'm standing in a large ground floor room, that seems to be partially a gym, and partially a recreational room. There's quite a few dream characters around me, and I seem very confident in my ability to walk from one side of the room to the other. I walk to the other side of the room, and find a doorway with a staircase behind it. I climb the stairs for about four flights, and then the stairs simply end, with a ladder and a small roof door above it that requires the climber to push it open to continue their ascent.

I pushed it open, and had a look around. It was a standard apartment roof and seemed completely normal, but I did notice that it was a very hard angle to pull myself up and onto the roof from the ladder, so I just stayed on the ladder and looked around. After a few brief moments of looking, I began to lower myself down the ladder and descend to the ground floor. When I got the the ground floor, mostly everything was the same, except for the fact that most of the walls had been replaced with large ceiling to ground windows. Similar to this, but without the window pains:



Suddenly someone walks in and starts an argument with a lady behind one of the park benches conveniently located in the middle of the room. He then turned his head and stared dead at me. I felt something in the back waistband of my pants, and quickly reached back and whipped out a pistol. The man whipped out a pistol too, and began to fire at me. Luckily he was a retard when it comes to aim, and I managed to shoot him square in the chest, I believe killing him.

After that everyone looked semi-relieved. All of a sudden two more men come busting through one of the ceiling to ground windows. They both have guns but for some reason decide to run at me instead of shooting me. I decided not to shoot them and instead turn around and begin running up the stairs. (Dream logic...)

They weren't far behind me, but as I began to run up more and more stairs, I started skipping stairs and climbing 3-4 stairs with each step. I got quite a ways ahead of them, but then I got to the ladder. I climbed up it with ease, but then had trouble pushing the latch open to finish my escape onto the roof. The enemy caught up with me and one of the men grabbed a hold on my foot.

I looked down to the guy and said "Wait a second guys, let me get up here, I don't wanna fall."

The two enemies nodded their heads and said "Okay, good point" and then let my foot go so I could safely open the latch. I then decided it best to perhaps go back downstairs and make an exit instead of jumping off of a roof. The guys understood and followed me down. The guys and I commenced to telling some jokes and laughing on the way down about the guy who I killed. By the time we reached the bottom floor I snapped back to my senses and whipped my pistol around and shot both guys, but neither died.

I ran through the window that they busted when they made their entrance and I was just out of their reach of being able to grab my shirt. I ran around the back of the building and came all the way around to the side opposite of where they busted in. There was a bench outside of the window I was running towards, and everything suddenly moved in extreme slow motion. I ran up to the bench and jumped just enough so that my left leg landed on the seat of the bench. I looked back and thought to myself "Maybe they won't know how to jump and will just trip on the bench." It made zero sense, but after seeing what a derp their friend was, anything was possible. I jumped up and over the bench, and dived through the window, landing in a somersault.



The two guys simply walked around the bench and walked into the building through the giant hole I just made in the glass. I turned to them and without thinking shot both of them.

Everyone in the lounge area seemed very surprised and scared at the fact that I just fired my pistol indoors, and less surprised or scared that I just killed 3 people.

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked at me, until one guy shouted "Go get-em Bad-Ass McCoy!"

I casually walked out of the building through the front door with my new idenetity, feeling totally, 100%... bad-ass.

Comment: Stuff has been piling up and I just don't have enough time to properly journal, so here is a summary of the notable things during the last few days.

Sleep quality: I guess the caffeine frenzy of last week is taking it's toll and as I have been very sleepy in the last few days, to the point where I just can't do a proper WBTB

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Date: 16 June

pre bed: brain multivits

The key words never made it to a proper journal entry. This is the second time I take those multivits, they have increased vividness, and added some unpleasant dreams and aggressive DC behavior, similar to last time I took them but a bit less emotional. I also had a guest related FA with unpleasant contents, after I was woken up by guest that came for the weekend.

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Date: 17 June

pre bed: SJW

WBTB: p.oil capsules, 1/2 latte

Pre wbtb dream1: From the notes "Obe" and some other word I can't read. I checked with my feelings, and I get nothing. It is very unlikely that this was Obe/lucid, so this doesn't qualify even as suspicious.

Fragment2: I am looking through the HI lights but they are in the dream. I am able to see some events form in the lights/fog and conclude that I have developed special abilities irl.

WBTB: I was very sleepy and spent less that the desired time out of bed, so couldn't quite wake myself up. Fell asleep too fast.

Dream3: This dream was very long and vivid. I am first in some kind of bar talking to an interesting (in a non-sexual way) DC, that resembles a friend of mine, but he turns out gay and doesn't want to pay me any attention after the truth about him comes out? It is the middle of the night so I head home in some unknown city, have a difficult time finding my way back, but conclude it is because I am drunk.

I keep on roaming these unfamiliar streets, trying to find some transportation when I run into an old friend of mine. We have a very realistic conversation, and it feels like I am talking to the real person. It is quite late but he invites me to join them in another place where we can continue drinking. I look at my phone, that looks quite normal to see what time it is. Me and old friend are going to someplace but end up instead in the house of a female DC that starts seducing my friend. I try to leave the place and get my friend out of there.

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Date: 18 June

Comments: I was sleeping very heavily again, got short-ld that I count as micro ld just before final wake

Mini-ld: I find myself in a room attracted to an unpleasant male DC. This looks very suspicious and I realize this is a dream. Unfortunately my impulses are stronger than me and I still decide to go ahead after doing a RC and taking some precautionary measures.

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Date: 19 June

Comments: decided to take a break from journaling, WBTB, etc.

Dream quality and recall: vivid, recall of the last dreams was good

Dream1 micro -ld: I am on the street and lucid. Something that I hold in my hand draws my attention, it is a spherical object, the size of a tenis-ball. Didn't have much chance to look at it because this thing although a hard object is actually alive and somewhat aggressive, so I grasp with with all force, trying to move my hand and just throw it away. This is not possible because the object is very strong and has gravitational heaviness. I think I wake up after some struggle, then fall back to sleep.

Dream2: interesting story about some girl

Dream3: long vivid dream of me in some city

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Progress with goals as the 19th morning:

- Do 100 RCs (23/100)
- notice real life DS 100 times and RC (19/100)
- 10 proper WBTB attempts -> days (8/10)
- 10 morning RCs (6/10)
- 2 proper WILD attempts (1/2)
- task flexibility
- journal flexibility

LDs: 12 (official count)
micro-lds: 7 (not counted)
suspicious events: 3 (not counted)

Date: 15 June

Total sleep time: 6hrs<

Fragment1: I am sure this was lucid. Had the impression of an interesting dream that I was witnessing, the only visual I remember is some golden object. (category suspicious)

Fragment2: My friend who is not in this world anymore is alive in the dream. I get confused, accept that this is true state of things and wonder why do I always dream that she died? I decide not to tell her about it.

WBTB: 1/2 latte, lecithin and B-complex, trouble falling asleep

micro-WILD: I finally fall asleep and a scene begins to form around me. I am in my hometown, on one of the main streets. I appear in front of a guy that looks like an old friend of mine a bit. I try to stabilize and move my hands to grab the guy, but it doesn't quite work. The dream has no sound and is very unstable, I feel it slipping away. As I am going slowly back to the void/bed, I notice that voices can be heard. They sound very similar to voices of from a mystery type of ghost movie, I find them fascinating.

Recalled the dream and had some unconscious sleep, woke up and couldn't sleep anymore.

Not included in off. count

1. Traveling down an old run down street in the back of a sedan. A guy was giving me a tour of a housing project. The homes were dilapidated and falling apart. Unlivable really. At the end of the development were a few new town homes. They were slowly making the place nice. But it was gonna take a while to accomplish it all.

2. I was shopping in an Italian market/deli. The owner was worried about something so I stopped at the counter to help. She needed assistance getting a shipment of food. she had the money to pay for it. But she was working alone and couldn't be at the register and the loading dock at the same time. So met the delivery man and signed for the shipment.

3. My family and I were living in a run down house with lots of rooms. We began rearranging the furniture to make things look better. Everyone was happy and smiling.

I was exiting my apartment complex's pool area and noticed that there was a table shaped like a race car. I went and stood next to it for a moment and then was greeted by my friend Drake, who races (in the real world) professionally in the ALMS Series and is a pretty well know race car driver.

He asked me about going to a go-kart race, and I of course said yes. He led me through a metal door where my apartment complex's side entrance usually is. Usually there is a small back yard and several houses there and a small alley-way, but instead there was a gas station that is not far from where I'm staying here in Georgia called RaceTrack Gas n' Go.

He led me over by one of the pumps where he had his Le Mans race Porche parked, and let me hop in. We went for a ride around the block, and then I was awoken by my grandparents gardeners.

Sextopia - The Dream Adventures is a class of my dream series that I'll post only the best and most detailed sexual endeavors of my subconscious. Strap yourself in (or down) as I take you into the different rooms of my sex kingdom, because this is going to be a bumpy ride!

Level of Lucidity: 4
Level of Clarity: 8
Level of Realism: 9
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

Adventure 101: I am sitting in a very fancy apartment lounge. Suddenly I see an exotic looking girl cross the hallway in front of me.



I said hello to her and as she turned I noticed it's a girl that I know. She's Indian-American so she has a fair slightly dark skin tone and brilliantly tuned features.

We begin to talk for a bit and then I look her dead in the eye and say "Sex."

She smiles a bit and tells me to wait a minute. She walks off and walks back in with her cousin, who is also Indian-American, and definitely very attractive.



Her cousin eyes me up for a moment and we step through a doorway which leads to a small box shaped room. There's velvet on the walls with golden flakes, and a single long couch.



We passionately embrace, and begin making out.

As things progress I start to lift her shirt and move in for some mouth to boob action. I notice that one of her nipples is pierced, which doesn't bother me too much. As I move over to the other boob for more comfort, I notice she has several piercings along her breasts and stomach, but I wasn't going to let that stop me.

As I'm going at it she let's me know, subtly, that she's ready for more. I whip out the good stuff, and she tells me how large I am and that she's not sure if she can take it all, and to go easy. She holds up a strange sort of plastic tube that looks similar to a graduated cylinder.

Without any lubricant she sticks my dick into the tube. I look down and notice that my dick, is extremely pointy on the end, and is almost sharp to the touch. I didn't think much of it and continued my sexcapade.

After giving her a demonstration with the tube I toss it aside and move it in for the kill. After a few brief thrusts I see everything from the dream flash backwards very quickly and the dream scene changes to something else.

Bedtime: 11:45
WBTB: 4:45 (failed), 6:00
Aids: none
Recall: Low
Vividness: Medium
Awesome factor: Low

Just two mundane fragments today, one pre and one post WBTB.

-kitchen
-shopping

1. [non-lucid]
I got caught with scissors by security who rode black segways with black helmets, so I had to hand them over. (Was on a stone path, there are black metal fences to my left (blocking off a lake) and right, its nighttime but its not dark, the moon is out)

I stabbed and killed someone with scissors then threw them in the lake, as I threw them i noticed another pear of red handled scissors that were teetering on the edge of the lake.

I exposed a female murderer who cuts peoples faces of (probably with scissors). I sneaked into her kitchen, she saw me from the roof opposite to her house and was yelling at me, I activated a conveyor belt used for kitchen equipment which had peoples cut off faces on it, and some sort of authority saw the faces come through on the conveyor belt and I saved the day.
A young version of Dexter Morgan is talking with some other guy next to a fence then the dream ended.

I beleive I was infact a young version of Dexter Morgan throughout the dream.

Thoughts:
Scissors are like knifes lol.

Dream 1(fragment):

There was something about robots.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was in some sort of hilly area and there was a castle.

Dream 3(fragment):

I was playing AI War and having fun and someone was suggesting me to use some kind of anti-sleep missile warheads.

Bedtime: 12:00
Snack: none
WBTB: 5:30, but I forgot to SSILD
Aids: I cup (light) peppermint-finger tea (pre-bed)
Recall: Very Low
Vividness: Very Low
Awesome factor: Very Low

I only remember a fragment or two about foreign children successfully using crystals or some other such as dream aids.

The dream started out with me and Captain Mal from Firefly/ Serenity getting into a pickup truck that I somehow knew was a time machine and we had to escape from an area. So, in the pickup truck we drove to my school, but it was abandoned and I wanted to see what it looked like in the future. I remember saying to Mal that I remember the school having financial difficulties due to budget cuts and that's why they had to close it.

Then it was like the pickup truck was on a roller coaster and suddenly I was at some kind of amusement park but I started to realize it was a dream and wanted to see if I could make objects appear. So I walked up to a man and told him that I would pay him 20 dollars if he could figure out which hand held a penny. Each time he would choose, I would drop the penny from that hand and imagine feeling a penny in the other. However on the third guess I couldn't make the other penny disappear and he started laughing saying that he never guessed that both hands held a penny. I was suddenly in my shower but the shower curtain was now a solid tiled wall and I remembered someone on this site saying that you can walk through walls in dreams so I closed my eyes and tried to walk through it but I couldn't get though it and banged my nose which actually hurt.

06/15/13
I laid awake, body still, mind wide open. I imagined a place where no one cared and no one judged. I stepped out of the court house (so I think) and onto a street paved with cobble stone. I looked around and saw no one and listened closely and heard not even a bird chirp. It was quiet enough, if a sewing pin dropped it would sound like bombs. I told myself this is weird and asked if it was real. I felt myself not really jerk but spasm into a lucid dream. I told myself I was lucid. I looked for anything to help. First a mirror. None to be found. Then a clock. Again none to be seen. Lastly a billboard. Here I had success. I noticed the picture was me and all the letters were mumbo jumbo, a mix of hyroglifics, and shapes. The initial shock of becoming 100% aware I was lucid woke me up. I have been unable to become lucid since but here is my next attempt. I am attempting to go to space and meet Neil Armstrong. Wish me luck.

I was in a dungeon and there was something about two groups of different creatures and some dreaming related talk.

Level of Lucidity: 1
Level of Clarity: 6
Level of Realism: 7
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

Parts of this dream are in present tense and some are in past tense. When I wrote this I had just woken up and was going back and forth between the tense because I was tired.

Dream 1: I am standing on a sort of futuristic football field with a large-ish African American kid about my age. He and I are supposed to be protecting somebody, but it’s not a life or death thing, we’re supposed to be protecting him in a game we’re about to play. There are tons of other people around our age (18) there, just walking around the field. Something happens and everyone starts running in the same direction, as if a race is starting. I start running as fast as I can to get to the front of the pack. The race leads off the football field, and there was a long handicap ramp for people to roll up if they’re in wheel chairs. I ran up to it, and jumped over the railing, taking a shortcut. I jump over the next two railings too.



I see that my old middle school friend, who I just saw recently for the first time in years at a grocery in the waking world, was running and she was in the front of the group. It reminded me of when we were back in school, and she would always be at the front of class, always putting her hand up first. In a sense she was leading the class.

I catch up to her and she seems to know where she’s going, so I start to follow her. We run through a building and then down several flights of stairs. The stairs change from being a house kind of stairwell to being an industrial kind of stairwell with cement stairs and railings and cement walls. All of a sudden the stairwell ends and we’re in a large cement parking lot. I looked around and everything had a sepia tone to it.

There were some tire marks on the cement, but no parking space lines.



I looked forward and remembered that I need to keep following her. She ran around a corner and got a slight lead on me, but she didn't know I was following her. When I run around the corner she is gone, and there are multiple stairways and multiple doors leading all sorts of directions. I had no idea which way to go. To my left was a scissor gate like a small business would use in a town to keep the front of the store inaccessible during the night from thieves.



I didn't have much time. I looked around desperately trying to find her, but I was too late. The herd of kids had caught up, but they were in the hallway that was blocked off by that sliding scissor gate. Cayla (my friend from school) was behind the scissor gate too. I looked at her and she looked at me as if to say “How did I get in here?”

I took advantage of the opportunity, and ran in one of the random directions. It led me to a train tunnel like place, and I kept running. Eventually I wound up at a bus at the end of the tunnel. I looked around and noticed that it was night time, and everything was dark. I got into the bus and sat near the front. There were already three other people on the bus. Two girls my age and one boy who I seemed to know from somewhere. Once I was on, the bus started to drive away. We drove down a street and I noticed that it was a place I was familiar with, my grandparents neighborhood. We all started talking to eachother, saying hello and asking names. I think one of the girls said her name was Stacy. She was very attractive. I then sat back in my chair and waited for a while. It felt like we were driving for an hour. By this time we were all good friends, even the bus driver. We pulled into a small city, and I saw some small houses on my left, and what appeared to be an amusement park in front of us. I looked down to the road as we approached a red light, and noticed that there was a small African American baby sitting in the road. He didn’t seem scared, he was quite playful. He was acting like a frog, and as soon as I acknowledged that, a black frog about the size of the baby appeared next to him. They were both sticking their tongues out and trying to catch something on the ground, perhaps an ant or a bug, with their tongues.

The light changed and we progressed on our journey. I looked behind me at the girls and noticed that they were making out. I thought to myself “ ……. HOT!” My buddy who was sitting in the back kind of looked at me and laughed then looked out the window, as if he’d seen this a million times. The girls off and on started kissing eachother, and I looked at Stacy and said “Can I help you girls out?” They kind of ignored me but I was persistent and said “I wanna get involved with that!” They stopped kissing and looked at me, it sort of creeped me out because they didn’t say anything for a second. Then Stacy said “No.” (Damn!)

We pulled up next to a large strange shaped rock/metal formation at the amusement park and stopped next to it, still on the road, by a curb. The wall formation looked like the wall in this picture of a ride at six flags:



We all got out and started walking, but we knew where we were going. After we turned a corner I was at my old house, which has recently sold. We’re standing in the driveway, and my dad and some people who seem to be his friends are in the garage next to a car with tools out. They say something taunting to me as a joke and we walk into the garage.

I felt a sense that told me “The whole reason we did this mission was to get here to fix something on a car.” It made me feel like It was a lot of effort just to do something so small, and why was it so important that all the kids from that school wanted to come fix it?

I heard some noises in real life and began to wake up and journal.

I used the WBTB and ADA Technique here, never became fully lucid, but was conscious enough to make SOME decisions in the dream of my own, but at no point had any idea I was really asleep.

The dream sequence that appeared to me last night was a little crazy. I was telling myself that I haven’t dreamed of a certain person in a very long time, so where did my dream take me? It took me to my school book store the day of my summer session. As I was walking into the book store I checked my bag in and I walked towards the back of the store where they keep the notebooks and books and anything you can think of for school I haven’t yet grasped the concept of dreaming vs. reality while dreaming, but I knew something was up when I saw this guy. Em, was in my dreams in a bookstore. I was racing to go get my math book the day my summer session started at the college. As I was grabbing the book I saw this blur or a shadow walk right past me, than others, than many. I grabbed my book and started to follow the bodyless and faceless shadows. I am standing in line when someone taps my shoulder, I turned around and their was Em. The only part I remember of the conversation was where he asked me to go somewhere with him and his friends, and of course I said yes, I want a life. He asked me to go on a hike with him and his friends into on one of those hiking trails that lead deep into the woods. I said yes, because there were a couple of Em’s friends I like.

Fast forward to another part of my dream or dreams. I am in my math class where I see the professor talking, but no one is listening except I. I realize that I am the only one in the classroom, and I thought this was odd, because usually classrooms are full of other prospering students. I get up out of my seat walk over towards the door and go outside. I turned around really fast, because I left my notebook and math book in the classroom. I see my new professor talking with other people, their blurs and shadows to me. I only hear one thing from the entire conversation “Where did the girl go? We need the girl.” Well, I decided to leave my math book and notebook and ran down the stairs of the LS building and outside. I see that it’s already 3 days the next day at that exact time, because I checked the newspaper. All I thought was I missed my hiking trip! I opened my phone and saw pictures of Sky and Em and his girlfriend, and other friends having a great time. And a text message that said, “We missed you, but at least you aren’t dead. We’ll try again.” I’m no sucker for paranoia, but I started breathing faster and I ran to the bike area of school.

Fast forward again and I meet up with my friend Luke. He looked at me weird and said, “I know you. I know I know you.” I told him my name and he just sighed and said I know now. I helped him to the trees we have on campus and just sat their talking I don’t remember what was said, but then he turned on me and laid me down and started kissing me. I can tell I missed this...a lot. But it was different, it was like it was all new again. We started kissing heavily when all of the sudden these black boys are dismantling Luke’s bike. I jumped off the tree, flew down to these kids and start grabbing the pieces. Luke is still in the tree. I grabbed one of the guy’s shirts and he took a staple gun to my pinkie finger. I didn’t notice the pain at first, but when the boys ran off, I noticed my pinkie was turning blue. Luke jumped down from the tree and said I needed to go to the emergency room and so he took. As, we were walking the building that was the “emergency” room was my theatre arts building on campus. I walk with Luke to the building and we look at each other, he held my hand, my good one and we went inside the cold room. In the ER everyone looks like a blur or a shadow except Luke and the nurse. I walked to the Administration counter, a nurse asked about my pinkie and she said that I’ll be okay follow me. I asked if Luke could be with back their in the room with me, she replied, “No, he is not family. Come along.” I look back at him and he looks so sad, like his heart was aching. I started to go back with the nurse and then I woke up.