lucid

I'm evidently back in high school again, trying out for the annual play. It's some Sherlock Holmes play directed by Mr. Lucas, much to my surprise I end up with the lead role (I should note now after the fact that the fact I knew it was directed by Lucas should have been a red flag, he would never put me in a decent role). It's early in the week but I seem to think that the play will debut that Thursday so we're already in dress rehearsal and somehow I already know most of my lines (or am completely improvising them). My costume, heavily unfinished, is mostly large pieces of wool cloth held together by pins. As we get to the end of the dress rehearsal I line up at the end for the curtain call, but they wave me up to the front since I'm the lead. I apologize making my way up through the tight space--I'm not used to not playing insignificant shit roles. After my exit (I note a curious lack of Watson hereabouts), I hopped off the stage and left, eager to tell my dad about Fargo North High School's production of Sherlock Holmes.

It seemed to cut to what was either me in bed at home; I suspect I may have gone there from the school in the previous dream but it feels more likely that it was a false awakening because I recognized that something wasn't right (I awoke in a strange room that was clearly not mine) and did a reality check. I was lucid for a moment, I closed my eyes and kept my nose pinched to try to collect focus but it dissolved back to my bed in real life--my hands had clearly dissolved back to my real hands which were nowhere near my nose and additional reality check confirmed it. I guess I'll add it to my lucid tally, but it was disappointingly short.

Note: I found out from Tigress that there are some gangs that are running dog fighting rings, which involves all of the abuse, cruelty, and violence of any other dog fighting ring. The goal I had in mind was to kick their asses so they would never be able to abuse another dog again. I had this in mind as I slipped into a WILD.

I was in a city, it looked like the bad part of town, there was graffiti all over the walls and a lot of the buildings were in disrepair. I went looking around, I remembered why I was there. There must be some gang members somewhere in the area. I headed down an alley near my location, the alley seemed to be between two abandoned buildings. There was a door on the left, and a young man standing in front of the door. There was a pit bull dog sitting beside the man, the dog had a large chain around its neck. As soon as he heard me approaching, the dog started barking loudly and pulling at his chain, trying to get to me, the young man with him was urging him to attack me. He unchained the dog, and it came over and jumped on me, I telepathically spoke to the dog and told him I was a friend. The dog, though he looked like he was going to bite my face off, instead he licked my face in a big, sloppy dog kiss. I pushed the dog off of me, he sat there and looked at me with such a cute doggy look on his face… it made me want to pet him, which I did. I commented to the man there that he had such a cute dog. He was annoyed, though, he said his dog was supposed to be mean, he was supposed to be bad, strong! He came over and kicked the dog hard. That pissed me off. I told him he had just made a big mistake. He laughed at me, he said there was nothing I could do about it. I was about to zap him with a bolt of lightning, but I got an idea to find out where the others… and all the dogs… the method Alex Mercer used to find out something from his enemies… which is to consume them, so I absorbed the asshole completely, he barely got off a shocked scream before it was done.

Ok, so now I had the memories of the asshole, many of which made me rather nauseated, and I also knew where there were several more of the gang members, as well as where some of the dogs were locked in cages, cages much too small for that size a dog… I also had the form of the asshole I had just consumed, it was working just like it had in Prototype. I went into the abandoned building where there were three more dogs locked up in one room, and a couple more gang members there. One of them greeted me by the asshole's name, which was apparently Butch, and he gave me a high five, but then asked what was wrong with me… I said there was nothing wrong with me, but there was about to be something wrong with him… so I consumed him, and released the three dogs from their cages. With a total of four dogs, I found the third gang member in the building, he ended up facing the same fate as the other two assholes. From the third one I had discovered a valuable piece of information, the rest of the gang members were meeting in an abandoned lot to train their dogs… in other words, they were meeting there to force the dogs to fight. Well, it wasn't going to happen. I went directly to the site, where there were several more guys there and two girls, all of them had dogs and were near a fighting ring. There was a lot of talk about whose dog was stronger, who would win, bets being placed.

One of them looked over at me, called me Markus, and asked me what I was doing with Butch's and Craig's dogs? I said Butch and Craig didn't mind me taking them. He looked at me suspiciously, I glanced around to be sure no one was looking, and consumed him. One of the girls looked over at me, did a quick double take, and then came over. She asked what Wyatt had been doing with those extra dogs, she asked where Wyatt had gone without the dogs… well, never mind. She always had thought Wyatt was rather creepy. She was apparently this asshole's girlfriend, she got close and tried to kiss me, so I consumed her, and no one seemed to notice. One of the other guys came over and looked puzzled, he asked where Chris had gone. I told him Chris had gone to find Wyatt, who had shown up with like four dogs… The guy said he had never trusted that Wyatt… He told me we had better go find Wyatt before he did something stupid. I followed this guy around a corner… consumed him. Then the others in the group there, although it didn't go entirely unnoticed, the last two guys tried to escape and I had to pull them back with tendrils… from what these people knew, there were two more left who were selling drugs on the corner of fifth and main. I went directly there, there was one of them on the corner in a large coat, he told me to hold on, he was selling as well as he could. I told him I wasn't going to complain about that… after dealing with him, I found the last member of the gang in the alley nearby, he had a knife at the neck of a young woman and his pants down, he was in the middle of raping her! He never even saw me before I consumed him… the woman he was attacking was staring at me with wide eyes, then she ran down the alley as if I was about to attack her.

I was now in the alley, looking like an asshole, surrounded by a total of 11 dogs, most of them were pit bulls, though there were a couple of mutts that I didn't recognize the breed. I had telepathically spoken with all of them, and they were all looking at me with the tails wagging… I spent some time petting each dog, healing the ones who had injuries, but I was sure I would wake up soon. I wasn't ready, so I used Allura's time dilation method, there was still more to do here, but I will continue that in the next dream…

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This was a pretty short dream but I managed to become lucid nonetheless.

I started off in the rectangular hallway of an apartment building, sort of like the one I used to live in. The walls were cream and the carpet was flat, with pale pink, maroon, and navy tones. There were two doors on opposite walls near the end of the hallway (one having a doorknob and a rectangular window and the other a metal push thingy), and on the other end, about twenty feet down, was an elevator. Having completed the lucid task of the month for August, I had early access to the September tasks; the basic one is to go in an elevator and see where you end up. Clearly this dream was because of having read that task.

This is my quick depiction as to what the room looked like.

I was standing in front of the door with the doorknob, facing it. I turned around and almost immediately recognized that I was dreaming, and I also remembered the task for September: to take an elevator and see where I'd end up. I walked towards the elevator on the other side of the hallway and stood in front of it. "Hmm," I said, "maybe I shouldn't this time..." I was pretty lucid, but if I were more lucid, I'd definitely give it a shot. I decided to not push a button and go inside, because I didn't know where I'd end up. I guess my dream self thought it'd be a scary place or something.

So much for that. I lost lucidity quickly and ended up walking down the hallway, going through the door with the push mechanism, and going down a flight of plain, white concrete stairs.

Hey all. I can't exactly name this dream, because it involved so much. Here's some details:
For one, I kept dipping in and out of the dream. Also, I might have been LDEILDing on accident. The transition from one dream to another was so short it might have been one dream. FOR THE BILLIONTH TIME, it was fuzzy. I did, however, make one decision.
Here it is.

I started the dream at a party. It was at a house I've never been to before. The place seemed sort of familiar, though. I walked around the kitchen and examined the perimeter. Then I went back into a dimly lit room. There were a few people in there talking and slow dancing. I saw a bed in the back of the room and I walked over toward it. Then I became insanely tired, and fell asleep on the bed.

I woke up and noticed that I didn't hear any music, or people talking. I walked out of the room to investigate. With the living room lamp on I noticed that I was in my mom's house. I "assumed" that my mom carried me to her bed while I was still asleep. So I went back into her bedroom and fell asleep again.

This time I woke up in an outside loft, and now I KNEW something was going on. I wondered if I could've been dreaming, so I did a reality check. And I was lucid. I looked around and saw my brother standing on a bridge not too far off, so I walked over there. Then out of nowhere, some guy comes running out with a fishing pole stuck through his body down the middle (wth?). He looked like a mad man on a rampage or something, l0l. He looked like a murderer, and I think he wanted to kill us. Since it was my dream, I had the sudden urge that I wanted to kill somebody. People started gathering around him now, wondering why there was a fishing pole stuck in him.

I ran up to him, braced myself, closed my eyes, and jumped on him. Since I thought I could do anything in my dream, I reached for the fishing pole and gave a long hard jerk, which gave him serious pain. Groaning, he held a dagger up to my face. I grabbed it to show him who's boss. Almost like in slow motion, I "dropped" the dagger with the tip down, and it planted right into the murderer's chest. He fell over, dead. Then the dream faded to black.

I must have accidentally done an LDEILD here, but I'm not so sure. The dream opened up, and I was still lucid.
I was sitting at a computer. It looked like a game screen. It was weird, because there was a menu of games on the screen. One which was lucid dreaming (Once you clicked on it, you had to visualize your scenery and then you would have to step into the computer and be warped to where you visualized). I tried clicking on it but it wouldn't work; instead it brought me to another game that almost looked like an online game. (like FreeRealms) My brother was in the other room on his PS3, playing some racing game. So I guess that's why I couldn't access the lucid dreaming "game". I closed my eyes, and tried to imagine my neighborhood, but it just wouldn't work.

I was warped to... what seemed to be a dentist's office. I was sitting in one of the comfy chairs. I picked up a dictionary, and opened it up to the last page, which was the M's. In the next room, I heard Jenette McCurdy say, "Mom, I'm scared." l0l. It was so weird. (Which made me think of the dentist episode of iCarly)

Staring at the dictionary page, I tried to imagine the neighborhood once more, but to no avail.
I think I woke up after this.

The dream started at some college, it was strange though in that it seemed more like I was going into basic training for the military at first. It kind of switched to just a 'normal' college afterward though. I walked to the dorms with the group I was assigned to, they invited me to a party, I declined as I had arrived two weeks late and needed to catch up. After what I knew was a few hours, though it felt like only a minute or so, of looking over notes and such I decided to take a break. I went around to explore the campus, a strangely beautiful complex of buildings, some illogically built and connected. Many of the buildings had large, open balconies with occasional benches and tables. Other students walked by occasionally, most often in groups of 2-4 only two large groups went by that seemed like classes going somewhere. I opened a heavy metal door going leading to a poorly lighted tunnel, I felt rather on edge in here though the two groups of people did not seem concerned at all that there were giant bug-like things crawling around. I felt a bit more at ease when I noticed these creatures did not actually seem to be of any threat and mostly ignored us. I came to another heavy door and found myself on one of the open balconies about 3 stories up, very illogical transfer due to the lack of any incline or stairs. A group of three students were talking quietly to amongst themselves, it had become rather dark and the campus was lit only by a series of small lights along railings and walkways, and the meager amount of sunlight left over the horizon. I walked towards a bridge connecting to another balcony, it spanned about twenty meters. Sadly about halfway there I was forced to stop by a 4 meter gap. I turned back and headed to the large door again, this time the tunnel was deserted save for the bugs. They did not seem quite as neutral this time as they screeched and approached threateningly. Somehow this made me realize I was dreaming. I stepped backwards through the door and closed it to concentrate. I closed my eyes and envisioned a large well lit room with all my friends and family at a party. I turned around while opening my eyes and watched the environment melt away and form into a large warehouse with a good portion of my friends and immediate family. Tables were laid out with food and drinks and music was playing as people talked and laughed. I frowned at the lack of good lighting and made a motion like a conductor indicating a crescendo and the lights became brighter. I felt my vision blurring a bit and stabilized by imagining myself anchored to the ground and looking at my hand s saying "I am in a clear, stable dream." My vision cleared after that and I felt more secure in the dream. I summoned a pen and paper and wrote down my goals, somehow my mind could not remember them by my hands did. I set them on a table and tried flying, I only got about five meters off the ground before falling back down. I walked around and talked to some of the people though what was said is gone now. I felt myself waking up at this point and re stabilized then quickly approached a group of my family members and two of my friends, they looked at me expectantly and I said

"I ask that next time I dream, you tell me I am dreaming, if I do not believe it tell me to do a reality check. Continue to bother me until I realize I am dreaming." They all agreed and I let myself wake up so I could remember the dream.

Notes: I'm not quite sure what influenced this dream, possibly thoughts of returning to college this winter. As for letting myself wake up, I already pushed it a bit with my poor dream recall. I am not checking off have a conversation with a DC version of my friends as I do not remember what was said. However I can check off asking DCs to help me become lucid which is a great thing for me.

The dream started as I entered my school, which was darker than the usual. It all made sense to me, for I quickly found out the reason was many of the light bulbs had burned out. From a previous dream I had, I could watch, while going through the main corridor, videos of my friend practicing radical sports such as bungee jumping. I assumed that was his way of introducing himself to the rest of the school.
I got in my class, also very ill-lit, and saw him there. I asked him where was he sitting at, so I could get a chair around there, and he answered me, looking a bit careless.

At a certain point, some girls showed up at our class, as the usually do during their break or before their teachers arrive. Some of them left, and only one, who is older than me, sat down and did not move. Me and my friend, the newcomer, started talking to her.

I have absolutely no idea why, but he asked her about lucid dreaming.
I instantly became lucid, and also asked her the same question. She got up, opened a portal (it felt as though we were all lucid. It was a dream within a dream )and jumped into it, coming back a few seconds later. I also tried to do that, and I wrote some words on the ground, succesfully managing to open a portal. I tried to activate it, but it just made a lot of noise and changed colors. I hit it with my hands and turn it off.
The three of us walk out of the room, get into the principal's and start talking about defusing a bomb, which would wake us all up. My friend leaves me and her alone, saying he would look for the bomb - I think now we were in a simulation of a bomb attack-. As soon as he's out of the room, I hide the real explosive in a desk, and some smoke infests the place, in a way it would make the secret location of the bomb more secure.

I know we have not got much time, so I write on the table we are sitting at, me and her, ''What do you know about LDing?", and correct it below the first sentence "Lucid dreaming." - I can feel the texture of the table I am writing on. It looks real.- I say I am sorry for the bad handwriting and she tells me hers is even worse. She writes down numbers from 1 to 5, and ask me to lick them.

I don't have much time left, so I do it, being able to feel everything perfectly. Words start getting visible to me, and I can read only two of what was written next to the 5 numbers. The first one said "1. The ocean is strong and it's a very useful tool on attaining lucidity;" and "2. My heart is broken, and I can't get lucid as I could in the past;" I try to ask her what does it all mean, but the dream starts to fade, when everybody around us stop walking and freeze. I feel it coming apart and wake up licking the air.

Comment: This was the most epic LD I have ever had, and though I have only had 2 decent ones so far, I must say I think I'm finally starting to make some progress.

Splitsecond lucid dreams that start at 8 o clock near the end of the night COUNT! They count! So yeah, another one this morning. Epic? No. My non-LDs were far more. Here they come, in the order I think they happened:

Another, more and more recurring dream with the girls at the Academy. This time they change counter completely and I hope they wont bother us anymore. But as time passes, I notice they do more and more stuff on our counter, until a lonely dude is the only thing left on theirs.

An epic quest full of crazy women, cafeteria food and kindergarten classes. This was a very long dream I dont really remember. I do recall going to find a crazy woman in a classroom twice, and thinking about it the second time. HUGE chunk missing here.

Im playing Combat Arms. My gun is stuck (like in real life) but gets unstuck at times. Those times I kickass and do multi kills like hell. The map is Death Room. I head up the stairs and find a weird orange cartoony character. He tells me he can mimic people and objects. Somehow I am one too, but a little different. We play around trying to shapeshift into various objects, reversing colors and stuff. More specifically a flower pot. I guess I needed to get that out of my system, but im not satisfied unless its lucid

Im Donkey Kong and me and my buddy Diddy have to climb a huge vine. In Donkey Kong Country, a similar one has to be climbed in the later ruin levels. But were not in the ruins; were in a huge, empty field. And the vine is HIGH. Very HIGH. We both start climbing until Diddy decides hes a wuss and wants me to be in front of him. Son of a bitch. I am also very scared, thinking about the incredible height and the fact that there is a baddie over our heads. In the next scene, I am looking at Diddy climbing while I am hanging out on the ground. He starts swinging furiously until regaining control is impossible. A voice (narrator?) tells him he may want to let go. He does and falls to the ground next to me. I rush to help him.

Heres the cheap LD: I have a False Awakening where I start to float away but hold on to my bed. Very smart to begin with. My eyes are closed, but as always I feel like if I open them I will open my real eyes, which I really dont want. So im still in my bed and I RC to find im dreaming, though the floating kinda confirmed that. Then, I do one of the dumbest ive ever done in an LD, I lye down. In my bed. What a way to forget your real body. Put yourself in the exact same position and ask yourself if its real. Of course I wake up (geez). But it counts anyway. Then I didnt move but couldnt DEILD

Nights left: 2

This is my first time posting on this new blog thing since I took a break from DV for a while. I finally had a lucid while I was at my friend's house the other day. It's been a couple of days, so I don't remember what happened in the non lucid part because I didn't have a DJ to write in.

*A bunch of non lucid dreams here*

I am with my friend and we are in his room. I can slightly sense I am dreaming. This lucidity is weak. There is a small part of me that knows I am dreaming, but there is still some doubt. The fact that I didn't even thinking of stabilizing proves this. There comes a point where I needed to pay for something, and I knew I had only a couple of dollars with me. So when I'm reaching into my pocket, I imagine myself pulling out a lot of money. When I pull out the money, it works, and I have a nice wad of 100 dollar bills. Sweet I tell myself. I do some other stuff I can't remember and I am walking out to my car. I go to open the trunk and instead of unlocking it manually, I just imagine the trunk already being unlocked and sure enough, it is.

I then decide I want to show my friend that was with me that I could control anything. I say, "Hey watch this. See how I only have these 2 quarters? When I reach into my pocket, I'm gonna pull out a bunch more." So I reach into my pocket once again but I can't get myself to pull out more quarters. I try 2 more times and on the last try I finally pull out more, but only like two more.

I then wake up and I'm very disappointed that I couldn't do more. I am also sad that it wasn't full lucidity. I wasn't in full control of my actions, but I slightly knew I was dreaming.

Non-Lucid Lucid

28-08-10 I was in my grandfathers house on the floor reading. There is a girl next to me, actually my mother is also there, but she quickly leaves and I put my head in the lab of the girl and start stroking her head, at first she finds it nice, but then say I should stop it, so I do. I am trying to go to sleep. At one point I see Djana (home town friend) and her sister standing outside the door I go to let them in, oh yes that is right it is New years eve, how could I forget, Don't be lame and spend it alone like last year! I go up to see what is making that noise in the kitchen it is my mum making coffee. We gather around the table for dinner I look out and I swear that I can see some sort of weird distorted daylight, I talk about this with my uncle who tells me it must have been lights from the car, “What, that somehow generate enough energy to illuminate the planet in daylight!?”

I am not sure if I wake up or there is just a shift in the dream..

Next dream I am watching Yes Man (haven't seen that film so pretty sure it is nothing like it). I see Jim Carrey come strolling in an office, he is stopped by his secretary who is completely naked, hang on is she actually really naked, I look again, closer yep she is naked small perky breasts and a neatly trimmed landing strip, nice! I follow Jim as he thinks nothing of this and continues in the office. He is talking to someone, he gets interrupted by his secretary, chess! Anyways I notice that people are somewhat out of phase and only Jim can see in both phases. There is a shift he is going somewhere to do some carpentry, now as Sam from True Blood, he is in the service of some lord, who likes having well built partially naked men around, Sam runs out and I follow.

same as before..

I was in a train, actually more like a subway train and was very suspicious that I was dreaming. I am escaping some terrorists led by John Travolta in the setting of that recent film I saw something about train 123. After the train is split in half and an explosion is tearing through the station I wonder why the windows of the train don't get damaged. I manage to get away and go through a door that leads upwards, but still look like the door that is connecting trains. I go up jump through a couple of windows. When I find that at the top of the stairs there is a last door that leads out through another moving train I decide that is RC enough, I am defo dreaming. I run upwards through more stairs and shoot some terrorists with the AK47 that I apparently have just received. I make sure I really use my vision and touch some bags on the way up to stabilise. I quickly grow bored of playing action movie, I have stuff to do! I fly upwards through the walls, ground everything, man I am so pleased I discovered how to do this! Oh oh.. now I have to think of a scenario where I want to reappear, I am bad at this (stupid idiot, you have just made sure you can't do it >.<). I come out in pretty much HH land loads of flickering lights and fragments. but I am still in a dream, the closest I come to an actual dream scenario is some grassy land in front of Taj Mahal, that seems drawn by a school girl. Can't handle this I wake up, hang on a minute.. wake up, this doesn't feel right. There is something on my sheet which is a picture of an old school no signal screen they used to put on at night time.. lets see if we can find one.. there..

Now in the dream there are loads of small coloured squares in the version I saw, and in fact there were loads of coloured squares all over the shop. So I quickly pay close attention and make sure I spot a red, blue and yellow. I jump out of bed, am I still dreaming? it is starting to feel very realistic! I look at my hand, oh that looks normal... wait.. is my index finger growing shorter? ARGH, that is some scary mumbo jumbo that is, stop looking at it and jump out the window, yes lets do the classic exit without breaking the glass stunt I have grown fond of. My friends are outside, quite impressed with the leaping through the window and me weakening gravity to land elegantly, what did I have to do again? BAH can't remember my personal goals, lets see if a noob like me can do a unicorn!

Hmm the last time I was on this street some crazy things happened if I looked to the left, Left it is! Oh would you look at that there are a couple of beige (can you describe a horse as beige?) horses. Unicorn I shout in a seductive shout (a tone that sounds a bit like if you were a large cat shouting for the mouse to come out from the hole in the wall). I fly around the corner and turn right, I see a gathering of horses and a lot of shops around. Damn it I don't want to make a unicorn, would be cheesy to copy Nomad's move, at least I think it was Nomad who slapped an Ice cone on the head of the horse. Bah, get practising Vester, I turn around and see two white horses coming out of the cinema, this will have to do. Right “Unicoooooorrnn!” Nothing is happening I shout again, Out comes a White glowy horse, with a purple mane and a horn on it head, chess! Damn though, you are going to look like an idiot on dreamviews for spawning something that looks like it came out of “my little pony” don't care, lets get to ride it, the unicorn goes behind a car and comes out in human form “DAMN YOU!” “actually you are one stunning red head!” I jump on her back, pretty sure that getting a piggy back ride from a unicorn in human form won't count(haven't even read up on if this is possible in mythology surrounding unicorns), screw it maybe I can trick her. “You are very beautiful, even in your horse form!”. She seems insulted being put in the same box as a petty mortal mammal used for transportation by humans and say “stop mocking me” “Oh sorry I meant Unicorn, you are a very beautiful Unicorn” She looks at me teasingly and I wake up.

Edited for improved awesome.

28.08.2010

The Cult (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This looks less than safe.

As I enter the old-tyme, run-down, elevator, I cant help but notice the slanted walls and stain-splattered, dirty yellow upholstery. The door squeaks shut as I randomly hit a floor. I have nowhere to go but up, after all.

My wretched metal tomb lurches as it moves, slowly, upwards into this forsaken hotel. . .

DING!

Hmm. That went better than expected, I muse as I exit the elevator, into the much more luxurious, five-star hotel floor. Walking down the hallways, I pass some strange looking fellows. Very well dressed, but not in any discernible uniform. They greet me kindly, and I return the gesture, rounding the corner into a large meeting room. Ornate pillars dot the perimeter of the area, and off to the left stand numerous folding chairs lined in pew-like rows. Each chair faces forward, toward, a marble altar, complete with curved stairs and huge red and gold-trimmed banners sporting some indistinguishable symbol.

Striding to the chairs, I take a seart. Almost instantly, people begin to stream in and take up seats around me. It becomes clear this is some kind of cult, and they're about to have a mass. I don't belong here. Maybe if I lie low, no one will notice--what am I doing? Standing up, I draw my Katana from my side. The DCs around me gasp and scramble out of the way as I begin my trek out of this ridiculous place.

Two guards block my path out. Not waiting for them to move, I strike them down. . . Or, that's what would have happened if my blade had actually cut. From behind me, "Look at how weak he is. He can't even cut us with his sword."

Like hell, I can't.

I turn quickly and Flash Step to the source of the voice: a colorfully robed man with a golden staff. We fight. My nimble slashes find their way past his rather poor defenses, but each blow I land doesn't even graze him. He begins laughing.

"Bankai!"

Energy bursts out around me and encircles my blade. Swiping downward, I cleave his staff in two. I don't hear any laughter as I shove my Katana through his shoulder. Looking into his eyes, I make sure he understands, 'I'm not done yet.'

"Reverse Bankai, Resurrection!"

My view pops out to third person as light surrounds my body. I feel my sword merge with me, encasing my hands and lower arms, turning them into massive, symmetrical hammers. My grip on the dream wavers. Everything starts to fade away. . .

Oh no you don't.

Utilizing seat of my pants attention manipulation, I'm able to recreate the dream, keeping my new, taller, more muscular form. Unfortunately, I'm no longer in that room. Before me lies a long and perilous staircase, into the heavens. Starting the long climb, towards what I assume is the final battle with the cult leader, three armed men assault me from behind.

My hammers make quick work of their futile attempts to cut me. Two of them I crush outright, while the other survives my initial pound long enough to inform me I've already killed the robed man from before, along with twelve others. This thought sits well with me as I continue my endless climb.

No recall whatsoever from last night, so here is my only recent lucid.

08/16/10



I'm in a house with many rooms, interlocking and placed at odd angles. My surroundings are mostly wood - hardwood floors and ceilings, solid oak banisters as I climb the stairs. There's a darkness here, I can feel it, caused by a multitude of tortured spirits trapped within the rooms.

I'm looking for one in particular.

At the top of the stairs, on the second floor, I come to a bathroom. I nudge the door open. It creaks as it moves, opening into a plain bathroom. The floor is dark tile, and there's an empty jacuzzi tub to my left. On the right side of the bathroom is the vanity, and on the far right of the room is a shower stall.

I step into the room and close the door behind me, knowing that this is where my clue is. I stand straight and compose myself, reaching for a particular feeling. I focus on cold, inky blackness, on the unyielding terror of a nightmare, and pull it from inside me. I watch the paint on the walls peel, rust streaking across water-soaked walls.

It has something to do with the water, I think vaguely, allowing myself to move on autopilot. I have to drown. I step into the shower stall, and watch the door close behind me. Water begins to gush into the stall, held in by the waterproof seal on the doors. It won't make any difference if I try to escape now. The water is up to my knees now, filling up fast. It takes only seconds to reach my neck, and in no time at all, I'm completely submerged.

I blink through the cloudy green haze that encompasses my vision. I feel calm, the quiet confidence that accompanies lucidity. I take a breath, and feel clean fresh air enter my lungs. My breathing pattern is steady.

I step out of the shower stall as the water drains away, and look at the tub across from me. It isn't empty.

Blood overflows from the white acrylic tub, spilling over the side and staining the tile floor. In the water is a body, twisted and mutilated. Its skin is flayed off, and its stringy hair hangs limply into the water. The creature grasps weakly at the side of the tub and lifts its head, trying to crawl out.

I meet the thing's eyes, and go to kneel beside it.

"Your employment ended poorly, I take it."

I saw this man in an earlier dream. A mercenary. He and his brother worked for an enemy of mine. They tried to kill me at the time.

He mumbles something.

"You're dead." I inform him.

A hollow, rasping laugh.

"Tell me where to find him."

He does.

I leave the apparition to his torment, and let the nightmare fall away. I'm standing in the hallway, looking out into the bright sunlight.

Maybe I'll go flying.

The Otherworld. Scare Factor: 3.

I actually couldn't remember any specific task I wanted to complete at that time. I ended up searching in my long-term memory, and thinking of Walms. I actually managed to teleport somewhere to look for him, but no actual success.

I am, however, getting better at teleporting.

I ran into the person I was chasing later, as well. There was a lot of talking that I don't remember.

Lucidity - 1/5
I'm hanging out with Jack and his cousins. Sara's a in a youth group (otherwise known as a Christian-related gathering of teens), and they are holding a karaoke of songs, but the songs should be religious-based, or hymns. Sara reaaaaaally wants me to sing something.

I don't remember how I got in this physical position, but I'm bent over backwards, and I try to whisper, "But I'm an athiest!" This old co-worker of mine, Abby (from McDonalds) is standing there and is giving me this look like, "Oh good one, they all heard that!"

"Did I say that too loud?" I ask.

"Uh, yeah, the group leader heard it," she says. The pastor (a greying, 60-something man) is giving me the awkward eye. Fack!

Anyways, I consider doing something typical like Amazing Grace, but I don't know the words to it (true story). I hear someone else practicing it and thought, "Oh well, I don't want to repeat what someone else is doing, anyways." Then, a beautiful idea strikes me! I'll sing Let It Be, by The Beatles!! Normally I balk at that song being considered religious (because of the whole "Mother Mary" bit. Paul was referring to his own mum, not the religious one), but it's perfect! It's like a double entendre. I'm so happy at my clever idea. So, I submit that song for my piece (I never did get around to actually singing it though).

There's a skip, and Jack and I are going through some hallways, investigating something. We enter a room that is walled with bookshelves. The pastor is sitting in there, reading a book. I suddenly notice that I'm also topless. I start to feel slightly embarrassed about this, until it clicks in my head that if I ever start hanging around in public places without clothing on, there's a good chance I'm dreaming. I look down at Jack, who is laid out on the floor, investigating something under the desk. And he's stark naked. And the pastor is looking at us, like "What the fuck is this?!" I couldn't help laughing at the whole scene, and then my alarm woke me up.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I'm still having lower lucidity than I'd like...

I woke up in my bedroom to extremely dim conditions, almost no light available to see things with. It was the same bedroom I currently sleep in, but it was way smaller, probably only half the size. The walls were mint green with white molding, also not like my real bedroom. But the bed was the same; queen with a white comforter. It was very hard to see these details, but I managed.

After sitting up in bed but before getting up, I became lucid, looking at my small blue digital clock at my bedside. There was no time at all displayed on it; it probably wasn't even on. I quickly plugged my nose and then suddenly burst up out of my bed, ran out of my bedroom door into the dark hallway, and then ran to the front door. The whole time I was shouting "woohoo!" I usually exit through the front door of my house, especially on lower lucidity levels, but I'm not usually running blindly through the house like that.

I was now at the front door (and it was already open). I just walked outside a few steps and took off flying for the rest of the dream. And yes, I was flying in dimly lit conditions. I got up pretty high at one point and was now far away from my neighborhood. There was a single road with a few highway lights illuminating it with orange, and high above it were telephone poles. I had to fly even higher to avoid getting clipped by the wires and cables.

Most of my lucidity was gone at this point, because I was obviously lacking confidence in my ability to fly through fake f****** telephone wires.

Oh yeah! Today I had a series of 7 lucid dreams.
Lets start off with my normal dream. I was playing some sort of zombie tag at a playground. The zombie was blindfolded, and everyone has to hide. I climbed up and hid in a ledge somewhere. Now, we were at a hotel, and my mother blurted out something, I look in the mirror, and realized I was dreaming, and that's where's lucidity kicks in. Whenever the lucidity kicks in, I'm always in a house that I never been to before. A creation of my subconscious.

In my series of lucid dreams, I didn't use any control on it this time. I was trying to prolong the experience as best I could. I looked at my watch and repeated " I will not wake up until this watch hits this and that. It didn't work, because I never looked at my watch after that. I kept repeating increase lucidity, and did all the rituals, and than after that. All I did was stare out the window, and observe the people walking. Everything faded, I felt my dream body in limbo as I seem to be surfacing the white light. After that I had 6 false awakenings. All of me doing the nose pinch, and trying to leave the house, but all were short lived of my trying to leave the house before waking up. Thing is, I never find sleeping on my back comfortable.

Again, I was laying on my back to sleep instead of my side. This helps me with lucidity because I don't move much. This has helped for the second time in a row.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was so exhausted yesterday that I knew I would not do much dream recall this night. I actually woke up in the middle of the night, with dreams floating in my mind, but I just couldn’t care less and turned to the other side to go back to sleep. In the morning I was feeling a bit more refreshed and wrote down a few, especially because they were one of a kind.


22:30 GMT - Sleep

1 wake up, recorded no dreams


5:00 GMT – 2nd wake up

Dentist waiting room and cinema
I’m with my mother on the waiting room of a doctor’s office (I think the dentist) and for some reason to have an appointment we need to have a key (?). My memory fails me a bit on this part, but I think for some reason they didn’t want to give us a key – maybe the key was the equivalent of making an appointment, maybe they didn’t want to give us one, because they had the agenda full? Anyway, I think my mother got to steal two keys without them noticing and we just left all happy with the achievement. Then she invites me to go somewhere, like the cinema, which I think is a great idea, but I am worried that my light summer clothes will be uncomfortable when we leave the cinema to the cold night.

Performative arts camp
I enter a bus full of youngsters. We are on a trip to somewhere. I don’t know anybody. They are clearly from different countries and nationalities but not one looks welcoming to me. I look for an empty seat and I found one by the aisle by the side of two other girls (there’s 3 seats on each side of the corridor, like in an airplane). The chair in front is reclined and I have very little space to fit. I have a black backpack in my lap and it’s really cool because it has a flexible screen on it, showing continuously the Matrix code animation. That seems to attract some attention, but still, nobody gets friendly with me.
We all get out at some kind of camp and soon I realise it’s like an artistic camp. We have an auditorium and some kids are rehearsing a play, others sing and I just wonder what am I doing there, since I have no artistic talent. But I see other youngsters also looking a bit lost, so I chill, thinking I should not worry and should just watch and go with the flow.
Then a girl makes a dramatic entrance in the auditorium. It’s C.L., a friend from my childhood and my neighbour for many years. She was always a drama queen, so this suits her. She is wearing a very theatrical dress, like a wedding gown but with splashes of colour. She is singing and heads to the stage where she makes some theatrical show.

James Bond emotional
Then I have a strange dream that I am watching a James Bond movie (but the movie is like floating in the air, because there’s no TV). By my side is my dad sleeping – he always falls asleep watching movies. But in this James Bond instead of the action, sex and espionage, Bond is having a candid conversation with his father and it all gets very emotional. The even weirdest part is that meanwhile my father has awaken and is crying because of the movie. I feel doubly eerie with so much strangeness and this leads me to awake. I wake up in my bed and someone is by my side. But instead of my boyfriend it is still my father that is sleeping there. What? I take some time before I understand I’m still dreaming, then I really wake up (I hope).


6:30 GMT – 3rd waking

Toilet drama (again) and a fake enlightenment
I woke up, wrote down my dreams and apparently I’m still awake and I go to the toilet before going back to sleep. The toilet is totally different from the toilet in my (real) home, but I don’t notice that at all. I feel totally comfortable with this version of it, as if I have used it my entire life. I just notice after using it that the flushing is not working. I check the cistern and it’s dripping water. I try to discharge at least some water but it really isn’t working, so I try to take the cistern cap to check the mechanism and eventually fix it (did it many times), but the thing is seriously jammed and I stupidly put my foot on the toilet seat to push and I end up with my foot inside the toilet, with the water, urine and mushy toilet paper all around my foot. Yuck!!!
I am disgusted and I think to myself – “My god, the shit that happens in my dreams is starting to happen in RL!”
[Usually in my dreams I get lucid because I simply know that I’m having a dream - no need for dream signs or reality checks, it just happens. This time I had no idea I was having a dream. I was totally, absolutely convinced this was real.]
So then I thought “It’s a good opportunity to practice reality checking. This way in my dreams I will remember to do it every time I’m on a toilet again facing yucky situations like this, as it recurrently happens.”
So I decided to put my hand on the wall trying to go through it and I was absolutely amazed when my hand started to sink on the dissolving wall. I couldn’t believe it! It never actually occurred to me “After all, this is just a dream!” No! Instead I believed that I was actually manipulating real matter like in dreams – I was convinced I had had a little enlightenment! It felt awesome! It felt amazing! It felt... Ohhhh, now my face is also sinking in the wall! And all of a sudden I open my eyes and it’s just my hand and face sinking into the pillow... Oh, crap! What a disappointment... I really don't know if I should classify this as a lucid dream. It was more of a wrong-reality entrenchment, so I'll call it a reverse-lucid, but it had all the characteristics of a lucid dream. I was fully aware and conscious, I simply mistook that reality for this reality. Freaky.

Warm snow
I just had one more quick dream. It was early dawn, it was summer and I am at home. My father is staying there to. We both wake up because something strange is happening outside. I go to the window and I see snow falling and coming through the window. There are a few people on the street also amazed at it. Everybody is in summer clothes, it feels warm and even the snow is just at ambient temperature. How can that be? I just have a quick thought that even climate change cannot cause warm snow in summer and that there must be more to it, something more bizarre. I start having a bit of lucidity and that's when I wake up again.


7:30 GMT – Wake up