dream fragment

There was a shooting. I approached a wounded enemy gunman, who was squirming on the ground, and shot him in the head with a revolver. I knew I had to save bullets for an encounter with a monster later. There was another enemy with a gun in the distance. I think he shot one of my allies (a girl?). Or he could have been the monster but shapeshifted into the form of a man.

I've been tripping balls for much of the morning/noon but remember almost none of those dreams.

The first 'episode' I had was when I saw a street scene (a vision, nothing happened and I wasn't there physically) at what I knew was the sea. Like, the coast of Belgium. Probably somewhere between Blankenberge and Knokke.

In the second dream, I walked onto my balcony, which was covered in snow. I briefly wondered why there was snow in the middle of summer, but I didn't care too much. I noticed when I picked up some snow, I did not feel the cold. I proceeded to rub snow all over my body (I was bare chested, it's hot as hell right now) and noticed I couldn't feel anything at all. It felt amazing.

Created Wednesday 04 July 2018

Just got scraps today.

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In some mansion, which itself was the size of a huge mall. Various different families lived there, one of which was a tribe of maneating ogres.

In an unknown building. Shao Kahn ruled this place, and demanded I fight to the death with some chubby woman. Said girl was a lot stronger and agile than first impressions would indicate. A certain high quality rip of Lava Reef Zone from Sonic Mania was sounding in the background. Between our fight, a crayfish creeped up on me. I suspected I was still sleeping, and that this critter was actually a cockroach, but something else kept me anchored/distracted. Cut. I'm outside in the nearly complete construction site of a fancy condo complex. My brothers, nephew, and a neighbor plus son were there. The latter kid complains about his dad not renting a sports car (as if the boy's old enough to drive...). I walked near half finished ponds in the area. Fish were living in there. Some of the water (and creatures) spilled to the verge below, forming impossibly sustained ripples. During this stroll, I was randomly brushing my teeth. I somehow spit out over two gallons of water.

Created Tuesday 03 July 2018

Got several things to note, a mix of non-LDs, a DILD, and a fragment or two.

Dream 1 - Mercs, Soup, and Police Evasion

Scene 1 - Metal Gear Solid AU - Familiar Stranger
The visuals were dim. Spectator mode. I was watching a revised Metal Gear Solid story walkthrough. Pan in to a parking garage. Solid Snake enters, dressed in a trenchcoat. He was accompanied by Meryl, who was similarly inconspicuously dressed. The two meet up with Master Miller and Liquid Snake, both in formal wear. In this setting, Liquid had not gone rogue, remaining in Foxhound as its leader. With Miller's help, Liquid planned to pull his brother out of retirement and back into the battlefield. Snake was wary of such arrangements, especially when given by (at the time) an unusually familiar stranger. During their talks, Meryl, in her nervous overeagerness, would blurt out questions and random exclamations, earning silent scowls from the others.

Unknown cut.

Scene 2 - All Souped Out
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was wandering around a local plaza during daytime. My brother and sister were accompanying me. One of them mentions something about a soup buffet that had recently opened around there. Very intriguing, though at the moment, I felt too full to get much enjoyment out of such.

Not clear on much where else we browsed. Unknown transition.

Scene 3 - Urban Cathedral Police Chase
The visuals were less blurred. I was wandering around a relatively upscale urban area during an overcast day. Eventually, I cut through the back area of an empty cathedral, jumping over its cast-iron fence and circling around within its perimeter. When I passed by a tree, a bird darted out of its leaves and scurried away. There was something unusual about it, but I can't say what.

I circled all the way to the front gate, which, of course, was locked. So I flew up and over this barrier. Then, from my right, I heard someone shouting at me. Just my luck, I stumbled upon ongoing multiple arrests not 10 meters to my right. One of the officers demanded I kneel with my hands up. Since he was preoccupied, he told me to stay put.

Got bored after a minute. So, I turned invisible, and snuck away. The cops reacted quickly, but with luck, I barely avoided getting nabbed on the spot. I hurried through the neighborhood, sirens echoing through the streets. Between this, I glanced inside an apartment building. There, a tanned skinned older woman was watching this fantasy themed soap opera, a show set in an underground city. While she viewed this, she ate something called 'Equillix', supposedly a medicinal candy that helps with memory. This reminds me to think about my goals the next time I'm dreaming (d'oh...). Anyway, I then fly up to the rooftop, where I intended to keep hidden until the heat died down.

Don't recall how this ended.

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At an arcade. I was watching a King of Fighter's run.

Dream 2 - Deeper Sleep and Shouting

Scene 1 - Mind Trick Inner WILD
Unknown beginning involving the DCAU. Cut. The visuals were slightly blurred. I was flying through the borders of an urban/suburban area during a bright day. Initially, I was wearing a cape, which then spontaneously changed into a blanket.

A minute later, I floated in the upper floor of a boarding house constructed of dark wood. I entered a darkened bedroom, a place I thought as my own. Random thoughts on Dragon Ball Z sprouted in my mind, including musings of a Super Saiyan Blue Nappa. It was then that I remembered my previous WILD attempt, and so gained lucidity. Things begin collapsing. I thoroughly rubbed my hands, then the mattress, to little result. So, I thought to 'fool' my brain by WILDing on the spot. Didn't take long to 'sleep' consciously. Transition.

Scene 2 - Yol Toor Shuul!
Similar visuals. I 'awakened' from the above state in the same spot, fully aware, where I further reaffirmed myself with more hand rubbing. I fly from a balcony and to the suburbs once again, sweeping past narrow buildings. Thinking of the competition, I yelled "Yol Toor Shuul!". As expected, this shout erupted as a blast of flame. Unexpectedly, the fire's smoke rapidly spread throughout the environment. Cue the dream collapsing.

Created Sunday 01 July 2018

Got a number of things today, including a few LDs. Unfortunately, memory of such (or in the case of the LDs, the duration) wasn't much to write home about.

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Watching the DBZ Abridged Broly Special.

At a beach with family. Cut to my house. Most pictures were taken down from the walls, which themselves had holes where the screws/hanging knobs would be.

Riding down a highway with my brother and sster. I start singing Mighty Wings from Cheap Tricks. Unknowingly, the other two knew the lyrics, and sing along. I wake up humming the melody.

Unknown brief DILD. I just remember rubbing hands before it collapsed.

DEILD transition in bed a minute later. I roll off the bed and into a grey void. I rubbed hands until a scene formed. Found myself in a tropical lake park during dawn. The sun then rose higher, its blinding light disrupting the dream. I tried forming this light into a conscious being, but didn't get headway before the dream collapsed.

REM Atonia. These Columbian girls (as noted by their accent) in their mid-late 20's were dragging me out of the room. They talked of targeting me for a scam, speaking on as if I couldn't hear them. I was well aware of this state, but was too distracted to get much out of this.

Created Friday 29 June 2018

Got a brief WILD to note, along with some scraps.

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At home. I realize much later that the leftovers I'd saved up were gone.

Watching Bob's Burgers with Pascal and Andrew There's a disturbingly gory scene involving a train wreck. Also, the title character happened to own two burger shops and worked part time in a diner. Later, I follow the other two down a cliffside towards a town at night. There's talk of a Nintendo 2DS release of Cyberbots. I kinda annoyed Andy by talking over him.

Dream 1 - Copy-and-Paste Tornado

WILD transition in bed via REM Atonia. I did nothing but kept my eyes shut for much longer than needed, as I was worried about RL distractions waking me up. Specifically, the AC, which sounded at full blast. When I noticed not getting further anchored, I tried forcing a transition via imagining a wave knocking me elsewhere, intending to end up in an aquifer cave or any other watery locale. It took no time at all to hear the sound of rushing waters, followed by feeling myself slammed by such, then finally getting dragged off to unknown depths.

When I come to, I find that I'm flying above a hilly, green-filled island during twilight, the ocean barely visible past a "distance fog" in the land's borders. More pertinently, a whirlwind was strait ahead of me, the sound of its blaring gusts dazing me out of the dream momentarily.

Reentry. I was back on that island, this time, with no tornado and better visuals. Thinking of the contest, I decided to call the storm once again. A simple 'point and click' did the work just fine. I gazed below, watching as dirt, grass, and shrubs alike were torn out of the ground and into the funnel. Such destructive force unnerved me greatly, especially given how effortless it was to conjure. I hovered away nervously.

The dream collapsed soon afterwards.

Created Tuesday 26 June 2018

Got a few scraps and some non-LDs.

Dream 1 - Mall, 3D Panoramas, and Parking Confusion

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was wandering inside a medium-sized mall. One of my stops was at a public art exhibition, occupied in its own series of rooms rather than in an open booth. Each room contained entire 360 degree panoramas depicting absurdist fantasy artwork. One such image was of a group of giants savagely assaulting a much smaller person. Another likewise had giant cyclopes', male and female this time, all of whom had obviously lustful affection towards a tiny woman.

Later on, I sit down by some indoor foliage to eat a burger and fries. My brother, Roderick, eventually showed up with a sandwich of his own, but nothing else. He asked if I could trade some fries for a piece of his meal, but by the time he asked, I'd already eaten the entire container-full in practically one gulp.

Cut outside to the streets of a shabby suburban area at night time, an area close to where my brother and I supposedly had left our vehicles parked. As I looked for my ride, I was accosted by this old man, who claimed to know the best way out of the place. It suddenly rained, so I offered the guy a lift. Or would have, if I didn't lose track of my vehicle...

Not sure how this ended.

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Wandering around town. I stop at this Indonesian festival. There were sculptures depicting Hindi epics, including Hanuman's journey to Lanka.

At home. I speak with my nephew, Theodore, on what he learned in school that day. Something about germs, I think. He becomes a bit of smart-alleck when he points out some facts of which I wasn't aware.

Dream 2 - Ex-Ante Ransom Demand

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was at home, as were my brothers, dad, Theodore, and his cousin David. Later on, I get a call from a stranger. He boldly identified himself as a criminal, and made a likewise audacious demand: that I either pay him and his crew, or risk getting kidnapped. Before I could press anything, the man hung up.

This all seemed ridiculous. Still, just in case, I warned the others of the potential threat coming our way. Roderick went upstairs, where he revealed a secret stash of pistols and shotguns he's been hoarding (implausible as that sounds). Where my dad and my brothers armed themselves, I opted to remain as I was. I reassured them the weapons weren't necessary, for I 'knew' I had powers, of which I revealed by floating around cross-legged.

Just then, the thugs burst in through the front door, each armed themselves. They, of course, wanted payment for the ex-ante ransom. I hid by the stairs, confident my brothers could talk their way out of this. Even if things got bad, I was sure I could pull them out. Negotiations broke down. Violence was inevitable. Unfortunately, I was too slow to react. By the time I realized it, one of my brothers was on the floor, unconscious, if not...

I then became aware enough to know this wasn't real. Still, my rage prevented full lucidity. I mentally locked onto the minds of those around me, picking up a good dozen or so. It would've been so easy to telepathically rend each of these consciousnesses apart. But, since I couldn't distinguish one from the other, there was no way I could chance friendly fire. So instead, I lulled these marks to sleep. Unwittingly, I did the same to myself. Once I came to, I rushed out the door, then hid behind some vehicles for cover, taking fire along the way. Again, I tried knocking out the intruders, and succeeded once more. It was then that Roderick stepped out, apparently unharmed. There was no doubt he'd finish the deed.

The dream collapsed soon after.

Created Monday 25 June 2018

Got a dream and a few scraps today.

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At a beach. There was an interesting sight, something that made the waters glow.

Some dream about a lady thief?

At a house, supposedly a friend's place. He talks about his collection of movies.

Dream 1 - Adhering To and Antagonizing Authority

Scene 1 - Titan-Sized Bottles
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was walking through a city, day sky above. There were barricades everywhere, not to mention hardly any people around. Obvious signs that something was terribly wrong. Soon, I and a few others were corralled by military to a fortified lot. Among the soldiers there were the Scouts from Attack on Titan, including Armin and Jean. Then, as the citizens and I were being secured, a few gigantic soda bottles rolled down the streets. This gets me to randomly monologue on about plastics, and their uses in ballistic weaponry, particularly when sized to such titan-scaled containers.

Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - Hit and Run Riot Tactics
The visuals were slightly clearer than above. I was in a beachside condo complex, wandering inside its balcony hallways during a sunny day. Soon, my path was barred by a group of protesters, who themselves were blocked by police and riot control officers. Something about this reminded me of Shadowrun, though I can't say why. Anyway, there was a cop there, a notably short guy with black hair, that was going out of his way to incite the mob further. That kind of smarmy attitude really irked me as well. In response, I snatched a bottle (or maybe even an improvised explosive) from someone nearby, and threatened to hurl it. But, I got caught in the act, and relented. I then 'remembered' having magic powers. Through fancy hand gestures, and by whispering 'Ikazuchi', I called down a non-lethal bolt of electricity upon the officers, scattering them from their enclosure.

Welp, the heat was on. I jumped off the balcony, landing safely. After hiding under some ferns, I turned invisible. Still, I was quite sure this wouldn't throw the cops off for long. I hurried towards a beach volleyball court. There, I looked out at the sea. This gave me the idea to transform into a critter. At first, I planned to become a small fish, but was wary of being caught by predators. Instead, I changed into a bird, hovering just above the waves and towards the horizon to freedom.

Things destabilized, and the dream ended.

Created Sunday 24 June 2018

Got several things to note. But, besides the first dream, they're mostly just fragments now (or very brief, in the case of a DILD).

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Watching a British comedy movie. Some guy with white shirt was roaming around town, purposefully getting into arguments for the sake of doing such. He almost went to jail when he got on a police woman's bad side. Cut. On the road with family. This somehow transitions to below.

Dream 1 - Waterfall Clouds

The visuals were clear. I was in a basic hotel room with dad, my sister Maude, and niece Lolita. Not for long, as we were already packing up. I open up the window curtains, only to find that our room was, in fact, miles above the earth, the clouds spanning out as a mountain range under a clear blue sky. A nimbus churned directly below us, releasing not rain, but an entire waterfall. Highly unrealistic (and I even acknowledged the unlikelihood of such at the time), but one hell of a view all the same.

Without thought, the others opened the windows and jumped out into the storm cloud below. Of course, I followed suit. I immediately pierced through heavy condensation, drenching myself in water. This was alarmingly cold, yet soothing. The descent then became a freefall in open skies seconds later, not too atypical an experience in my dreams, save for being far more vivid than usual. Eventually, I could distinguish a clear marshland below. Once I got close enough to accurately see the sky's reflection in the waters below, I let out the parachute (which I'm sure I never considered until that moment). Despite being the last to fall, I was, surprisingly, second to land, only preceded by Maude. Got a bit worried when dad and Lolita weren't in sight. Moreover, when they did get in view my, my niece's (implausibly acquired and unnecessary due to her age) 'parachute stroller' failed to deploy in a safe altitude. But, in the end, the two landed without incident.

All of us then "remembered" having been invited to a party not too far off from where we were, so we headed off to that direction. It was about that time that I realized the unbearably hot weather, warm enough to even steam off the vapor from my jeans. We took a detour by a forested area, just to keep from staying out of the open for so long.

One trek later, we arrived at the lobby of a mansion. There, we were greeted by a uniformed Navy sailor, who offered me a handshake. My palms were still a bit soaked, so I went off to dry it first. Apparently, I'd stammered my intent, given the sailor questioning my sister whether I was 'speech impaired'. This comment bothered me more that it should've. For instance, there was one bit where I'd a collapsing plastic container filled with half-pencils in hand. When he pointed that out, I responded with unfriendly sarcasm. Looking back, I don't think he meant for any hard feelings.

Anyway, the group and I head outside to a huge poolside lounge. Standing out among the crowd was this middle-aged man in a fancy suit, who I figured was the host. Even from a glance, he looked to be a big ego. Hearing his gloating and fretting over his vast funds and estates only cemented such first impressions.

I soon woke up.

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At a sports (baseball? American football?) stadium with Maude and mom. Later, Vega from Street Fighter appeared, going from aisle to aisle to gain the crowd's affection. When he got near us, I vocalized his theme song, if flagrantly out of pitch.

Walking around locally during a bright day. I'd random thoughts of Homestar Runner and mercenaries. Then, I gained sudden, if brief, lucidity. I used that time to run hyper fast, until I attained such speeds to hover right over the ground.

Watching a playthough of a new Resident Evil game. Leon is swimming in the waters of a seaport, where he's attacked by a colossal bipedal mutant crocodile (a poor man's Godzilla). There were numerous repeated clips of Leon getting eaten by the monster. Later on, he climbed on its head, but couldn't really do much when the beast stomps out to attack the city.

In dream , I checked my phone to see what day it is today. It said "woodkid".
I still did not become lucid. Lol

Created Saturday 23 June 2018

Recall still not up to snuff...

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Back at m old job at the gas station. I had a bit of trouble using the registers and lotto terminal.

In an unknown apartment. There's a futuristic capsule in the living room, which I discovered made copies of anything inside. I enter it, and have myself cloned, all simply to do some mundane tasks.

Just been getting scraps all week...

Log 1148 - Wrong School Pledge, Public Murder, and Buffed Up Woman Scraps
Created Wednesday 20 June 2018

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I'm in a Japanese school as a foreign exchange student. Even so, the beginning of class had the American pledge of allegiance.

Driving around town with Thore (a cousin's husband) and some supposed unknown acquaintance. There were various near accidents. Later, I stop at a public restroom. The sinks had bars of soap instead of the foam/liquid stuff. I kept dropping one of them. For whatever reason, I was going around pantless, and yet, I didn't seem to care. Then, in that same place, Thore is haggling with some guy there. Things turn ugly, the two fight, and the latter guy gets murdered. I panic, distraught that I was somehow involved.

Driving around a highway at night. I was taking a lady home. As time went on, the woman got increasingly bulked up.

Log 1149 - Long Lunchroom Line and Multiplayer Cataclysm Scraps
Created Thursday 21 June 2018

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In a highschool. I'm waiting in a long queue for mealtime, which stretched all the way out from a large tube in an upper level and to the courtyard. It started raining, causing me and most others to break the line and make a rush upstairs. Had a bit of trouble climbing up said tube, until I "remembered" that I could fly. Cut to the lunchroom. The line expanded all the way towards bridges above me. I floated up to the highest one. Mom then appeared. She said something distracting, making me "slip" and fall onto some unsuspecting people, half of whom fell off the bridge in turn.

In an unknown apartment room. My brother, Nikola, was there. We argue about something. Later, we play a multiplayer version of Cataclysm. Despite the obvious ASCII display, I could feel whatever my character did at times. Anyway, my brother had no idea what to do. I had him follow me to the outskirts of a city. Just then, a 'Super Ant Zombie Scientist' (a made up creature in dream) slammed me away, though it did no damage. I ran off, and told Nikola to do the same. Unfortunately, he got killed off.

Log 1150 - Decker Pillow Tower and Cruel Gods Scraps
Created Friday 22 June 2018


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Playing that Decker roguelike.

Climbing on a gigantic pillow fort, as if I'm a kid. Nikola was there. I was alerted about someone stealing my identity (SSI, specifically), uspetting me greatly. That Nikola cracks some belligerent jokes didn't help either. In response, I tossed him out of the tower. He weeped in pain, for he'd broken a few fingers. Mom and dad appeared to chastise me.

Watching some Hawaiin dark fantasy movie. Giant gods were causing trouble for native islanders, if not disasters.

I dream that I'm in my car looking for a place to park and sleep in this town. Up and down the streets I go until I find someplace and pull over.

The car is a toyota landcruiser troop carrier. I first sleep crossways and then lengthwise. Seemed very comfortable!

Created Tuesday 19 June 2018

Just scraps today.

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Speaking with mom and my brother, Jordan, about the Olympian gods.

Wandering in an airport. Almost got late for a northbound flight.

Watching a Hispanic thriller TV show. A secret government agency was in charge of stopping the experiments of a shadowy group of high-tech terrorists. The latest mission involved stopping the prototypes of homocidal giants, of which were sealed in vats. But, just as the agent on field was pulling the plug, the giants were released. These monsters looked just like the Griffins from Family Guy.

At a supermarket parking lot. My brother, Gideon, and Bala (a friend's mom) was there. Some cringeworthy conversation took place. Later on, I start flying around. This unwittingly brought confusion with some traffic controllers in the area.

In a buffet with family. I hurry to the serving counters to grab some pastries. Hoped there were still some left. Things warped. Frieza from Dragon Ball Z was an attendant, as were some of his henchmen. The tyrant loses his patience with an annoying patron. Unsurprisingly, he responded by trying to blow the whole place up. I slowly fly upwards, hoping no one would notice. But, a random grunt did indeed spot me, and blasted me away. Luckily, Goku arrived, and rescued me before the energy detonated.

So I'm on this train. It's like an old western cowboy train..and I got all these backpacks..full of god knows what. For some reason they were important. The train stops and it is time for me to get off, it's in a big city in modern times...with a steam engine train..go figure..So I got like 12 backpacks and they are too heavy to carry, I get like 3 of them off the train before it starts moving. I'm hauling ass and throwing the backpacks out the windows.. then the train gets too far and I realize I just ditched all my backpacks in the city and homeless people think it's a U.N. supply air drop and they are stealing all my shit. Last thing I remember was screaming "Fuck! My backpacks!" Never knew what was even in them.