lucid

Almost all my lucid dreams start as false awakenings. This morning I had another uneventful lucid dream. I false awake on my bed and I feel weird. The whole thing feels not real. So I try to put up my hands to do a reality check but I don't see my hands when I hold them up. That's when Inknoe that it's a dream. I find that I am naked and try to conjure a dream figure to have sex with, but it doesn't work. I can't even see my own hands, even though I feel them rubbing together to try and stabilize the dream and have more control. I can feel the dream disintegrating so I try to close my dream eyes and will a new dream outside my bedroom but I awake instead.

This dream is from a little while ago. People tend to enjoy my really absurd dreams so...

We are coordinating a D-Day style invasion to overthrow the pumpkin king's kingdom. He is fortified on a small island about 10 miles long by 100 miles wide somewhere in the Mediterranean sea. The plan is to sweep across the island from the far end of the capital city and overwhelm the enemy with brute force. I do believe I pointed out the questionable military strategy in saying that it would be better to land nearer the capital and go straight for what was obviously the heart of their command and where their leader was.

Regardless I am overruled and we begin the landing on the beach. The main landing force consists of me, the Scotsman from Samurai Jack and several ships full of overly-muscular vikings. The beach is defended by battalions of Battle Droids from Star Wars and them being used had something to do with them camouflaging with the tan color of the sandy beach. I for whatever reason have gone into battle unarmed and pick up one of their guns.

It seems as though our landing is proceeding well when the sun is eclipsed by a giant Jack-O-Lantern and it begins raining down pumpkins. The pumpkins land on the heads of the vikings and mind-control them turning them into slaves of the pumpkin king. This causes infighting amongst our forces but me and the Scotsman press on. We climb a cliff at and get into an area with some forest and farmland. I see a compound with a pagoda that has blue roofs and I falsely remember that there are blue ninjas stationed in there. Manei appears and I tell her about how I once trained with them but I left because I didn't agree with their moral code. She suggests that we charge in anyway and the Scotsman agrees with her, but then disappears from the scene avoiding the consequences of her suggestion.

We get inside the compound and there are more battle droids along with Sugilite from Steven Universe. We start fighting and the blue ninjas come out and start throwing bombs at us.



I think the Scotsman fled. The ninjas it turned out were mostly small children and a few female mentors who recognized me and were friendly to me because I had in the past left them. I noticed that their morals had changed.

The dream shifted to something to do with training the blue ninjas to use a zipline and there was this park ranger woman involved.

Oddly I'm not sure what exactly made me lucid in this dream. It just happened and I had total control of my actions in the dream environment. To start out with I was in Dubai swimming in the gulf. The water was crystal clear and I was collecting coins from the gulf floor. The coins were of all different Currencies including my native Canada. It was easy for me to find all sorts of things on the floor of the gulf because it was a very hard surface, sort of like the salt flats or even the Black Rock Desert in Nevada. I wasn't alone as I remember picking up coins nearby other people's feet. From there I went to a dark blue room with a high ceiling. It had a large window on one side and a staircase in it. I decided that in this room I was going to try out flying to see if I could figure it out. I hadn't tried that in my last LD. I easily flew around the room and instantly experienced the joy and euphoria that many LDers have described. Knowing from others that this feeling often kills the LD I returned to the ground to focus on remaining lucid for a moment and succeeded. I decided to make my next task flying through a wall. I remembered that many other lucid dreamers have reported difficulty in achieving things like this due to perception so before I started I thought to myself that just before I got to the wall I'd close my eyes so that I couldn't see the wall. I jumped into the air to start flying again and headed toward the wall with a little speed behind me. Just as I approached the wall I closed my eyes and went through it. Once again euphoria ran through me and I struggled to maintain my lucidity. Unfortunately I don't remember much of my dream after that but I am happy that I managed to complete 2 major tasks in my LD in addition to controlling my lucidity.

Morning of May 17, 2017. Wednesday.



I was experimenting with a different type of induction last night. Needless to say, it had a very odd influence. Only the last scene is partly based on a conscious script.

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In the first scene, I am in bed in our present home but not lucid. I am aware that we have a 3D printer in the lounge room. Zsuzsanna tells me about making something with it and I assume she means something like a figurine, perhaps a cat or teddy bear knickknack.

Instead, she brings over what she made and it turns out to be a section of teal-colored embossed cardboard of about A3 size. It is somewhat shiny and the design is made up of equidistant curled leaves with S-shaped lines connecting them.

The personified preconscious appears, but curiously does not dominate the scene or initiate any familiar waking symbolism. He seems to be wearing some sort of large orthodontic headgear, like a metal frame slightly higher than his head and sitting on his shoulders. We sit facing each other. I see “him” as some sort of unusual “partner” who may actually be female. I vaguely think of my mother (though my father as well for a short time), especially as the setting seems to be a version of the northeast corner of the Cubitis living room - but I seem to think we are the same age even though “he” seems to be around eighty years old. I try to project deep love into his (her?) eyes. We might even have been married for fifty years or so. The eyes knowingly gaze back at me and I sense both weariness and incredible persistence despite the state of their health. I try to be sincere in my love, regardless of how bizarre this entity appears. I want to make sure that this entity is aware of my love for them. I keep staring at “him” and slowly, it seems that she is going to go shopping.

I stand up and look down at her as she is still sitting and facing me. The inside of her head is mostly hollow, somewhat like a container. It seems very strange to me that there is no discernible brain. In fact, the back of her head is mostly missing. When she looks up at me, a lot of white and red fluid flows from the back of her head (over the lower edge of the open space) onto the floor. I am puzzled as to whether this could be problematic and whether it relates to some sort of left-over brain energy. I tell her of this but she seems slightly annoyed over my concern for her and gets up to go shopping. At this point, the area seems to be somewhat like the second floor of the King Street boarding house, the second room back from the front (north) of the mansion. However, it turns back into the Cubitis living room in the next scene.

I am in the semidarkness now but a doorway is discernible from where some light is coming through. It is a bit east of where the hidden door was in reality to the room my father built (which blended in perfectly with the knotty pine wall as it was the same piece from the wall).

I go over to it and look out and see that it seems to be late morning. There is a slight lucidity, which begins to grow. I absentmindedly create several random dream characters that walk about in the yard between the orange grove and the carport. Despite doing this, I am not fully lucid (and still consider whether I am dreaming or not). I feel slightly annoyed that the doorway does not seem wide enough to suit me (even though it is). I use my right hand and arm to actually move the entire right door frame so that it slides back like a sliding door (even though it is not a sliding door). (Despite my age, I do not presently recall doing this specific act before in a dream, as potential re-induction is usually only based on opening a door, not causing the doorway and wall to change).

I walk over and sit on the ground and have a younger version of Zsuzsanna stand over me and we soon indulge in lovemaking. An unknown young Asian male, in some sort of Darth Vader costume (though without the mask) stands too close to us for a time. I push him away, though not making him fall over. There is a soft awakening, but quite different than the blissful one of one of my dreams from yesterday.

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This is apparently the first time that re-induction was subliminally initiated by the “brains” of the preconscious persona spilling out of the back of “his” head onto the floor. Whatever next. (This level of subliminal control over the transpersonal is amazing, I think.) At least it delayed my waking transition for about ten minutes.

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2017, 05-16

The Madness of Denethor

I am walking on the streets of a city straight out of a fantasy game. The roads are long and curving, running between buildings of stone. There is a lot of commotion going on around me, and no one seems to be paying any attention to the fact I’m there. I walk along the road for a bit to try to find out what is going on here. I hear the sounds of a battle from the outside of the walls and I am thinking I should go there and do whatever I can to help out. I am about to go when someone comes up calling my name. It’s a hobbit, it’s Pippin! He says he’s looking for Gandalf, but maybe I can help… he says the Lord Denethor has taken leave of his senses and plans to burn himself and Faramir in the houses of the dead! I say I will help him, but as we go I ask what this is about Faramir, because last time I saw Faramir he was fine. Pippin says Faramir went out to battle but was brought back because he’d been struck down with a poison arrow, but he’s not dead yet and maybe can still be saved if Denethor would listen to reason. He says Denethor is somehow convinced Boromir has fallen in battle, and when Faramir was brought back wounded he seemed to lose it!

As Pippin and I make our way to the top of Minas Tirith and to the houses of the dead I see a lot of people look like giving up. I focus on the song Not Gonna Die by Skillet to try to give them positive energy and hope. “No, not gonna die tonight! We're gonna stand and fight forever! Don’t close your eyes… No, not gonna die tonight! We're gonna fight for us together! No, we’re not gonna die tonight!” We get to the door to the Steward House and find Beregond holding the door against other soldiers who seek to pass with torches. Pippen looks disheartened. He says he should have gotten Gandalf, no offense to me, but they won’t listen to just anyone. I don’t heed that, I just go over to the group. One of the soldiers trying to get in says they must do Denethor’s bidding. I comment that I thought they were supposed to protect the Lord Denethor… he immediately says they are! I tell him now the Lord Denethor is sick, and he needs to be protected from himself most of all. But I have the cure, just let me pass. Beregond steps aside and lets me in.

Inside I find Denethor and Faramir lying on a stone table with wood stacked around them. He looks up when he hears someone enter. I tell him this will stop now. He says no, Boromir is dead, he has seen it, Faramir is dying and already burning, all will burn… why wait? He stands and says he must do everything himself and walks towards the door. I block his path, using the song Not Gonna Die by Skillet. “Don’t you give up on me! You’re everything they need! This is how it feels when you take your life back, this is how it feels when you fight back!” A pillar of light energy erupts around Denethor, shining around and through him. “No, not gonna die tonight! We’re gonna stand and fight forever! Don’t close your eyes… No, not gonna die tonight! We're gonna fight for us together! No, we’re not gonna die tonight! Not gonna die! (Denethor: Not gonna die…) Not gonna die! (Denethor: Not gonna die!) Not gonna die tonight!” Shining with light energy Denethor says he’s not going to die, he’s going to fight! He tells the guards bringing torches that he now bids them follow him into battle and to victory! I go over to check on Faramir and find he is burning up with fever but definitely still alive. He should be in the Houses of Healing, not of the dead. I see Denethor is still there, he hasn’t gone off to battle just yet. He says he can’t leave his son… I tell him his son needs rest in the Houses of Healing, there’s nothing more Denethor can do for him right now. The men who had brought torches to Denethor now help carry the unconscious Faramir back to the Houses of Healing. Denethor is definitely ready to go fight now, he leads the others off to the battle. I think I should also go help, but everything fades to black and I wake up.

I drew myself up from my body and I felt myself trembling a little... Everything was shining in grayish light in the darkness, even the air itself contained small particles shining in soft gray light... When I looked around myself, I saw no body, not myself, not my wife, nor children. I looked to other rooms but nobody was there. I didn't go downstairs...
Instead, I flew like on autopilot right through southern window into the night. With no target on my mind, I flew some 5 - 10 meters above ground, in general direction to the city about 8km away. It was dark... it was nighttime in real life after all (when I traveled). The houses of my village bellow me, silent... I left them behind. I left my village, I flew over meadows and small woods. I saw all the plants, trees, rocks, river... everything sharply lit in that grayish light. I felt to be tired, my consciousness wanted to shut down and sleep, but my will was keeping me conscious. It was tedious task. I crossed first stream of the river, and then I got to second part which has about 7 - 10 meters high walls- it is used to feed water dam to make electricity... I got problems with concentration there (it made the flying problematic), but I managed to overcome it and I shot high to the sky while crossing second stream of river. I sat on the few meter big rock and stopped looking around. I felt loneliness... there were no people, nor animal life there. Only plants, water, rocks... Weak emotions ran through me... Where are you? I called... There was no answer...
I flew again and into silent empty city... no light from windows... all cars still on the road. I held myself conscious by iron will through tens of minutes... It felt like hour long experience when I felt, that I was losing the strength to remain awake, so I willed myself awake.
I controlled the time- yes it was half past 1, about one hour passed since I lay down to the bed.

Remarks
I felt quite tired, wanting to go sleep, but once managing it out of my body, it would be pity not to explore surroundings a little.
There is no rock in real life close to that second river stream.
I hoped, that I didn't call that in real life- the connection between real body and astral one may be quite useful but on other side it may cause some minor problems... like waking people around myself
Strange how I'm able to feel emotions lately... without loosing balance of my consciousness and therefore stability of OBE.

Morning of May 16, 2017. Tuesday.



This dream shifts into apex lucidity with automatic but unintentional re-induction from an ongoing non-lucid dream. It is not scripted. (I do not yet post scripted dreams of most types and I usually do not post sexual dreams, at least more graphically, regards of numerous ones in a sequence on a typical night, which are sometimes triggered by the Tetris effect.) For the record, this is also why I never “answer challenges”. It is too easy and unfair to people who do not understand what dreams or different levels of consciousness are, since dreams can so easily be scripted (on at least three different levels - visually, situation-based, and core affirmations), especially when one fully understands both induction and waking symbolism (of the same type used in hypnosis and guided meditation). However, I have always held a greater interest in documenting non-lucid dreams even if they are mostly only induction, dreaming, and waking symbolism (other than the common day-to-day remote viewing and precognitive features).

My dream starts in a non-lucid form. I am with a young version of Zsuzsanna (who appears as she did in 1994, when we first met). I do not take conscious notice of this. We are living in an unknown second-floor apartment. For some reason, I have to go somewhere. I find myself carrying two suitcases (of the same color and design I had when arriving in Australia, that is, there are two copies of the “same” one). This is not possible of course, but I still do it. The two identical suitcases, I somehow carry by the handles in my right hand at the same time. I go down a staircase and through a door at the bottom.

Of course, going down a staircase (of about sixteen steps) in a dream is a common real-time re-induction event and automatically shifts my consciousness (just as in hypnosis and guided meditation). My conscious self identity starts to increase more and more (and going up a staircase often does the same thing, though going down is usually induction or re-induction while going up is waking).

Stepping through the door is an additional “kick” into greater conscious self awareness (though which more often serves as waking symbolism as the actual waking prompt itself). In fact, as I turn about to go into the (unknown) backyard, the suitcases seem to dissolve (though up to that point, I could still clearly feel them and I was even aware of them bumping together - again, regardless of how carrying them this way would not be possible in reality). I reach such an augmented level of conscious self awareness that I am puzzled (that is, I fully know that I am dreaming, but it does not seem possible for a dream to have this much clarity regarding real-life perception even though I have experienced it all my life since around the age of two). There is no difference in how I feel and perceive from waking reality, other than deeper, smoother breathing and less body weight. I remain puzzled because I am trying to decide what to do. It is nighttime and the area is unfamiliar. Our fictional second-floor apartment seems near the back of a building and is near a commercial area, although there is a field on one side.

For now, I start walking, amazed by how real it seems. I look across the unfamiliar street and see a Cat Excavator on display in a storefront window. Of course, this is a metaphorical association with “digging deeper” (that is, looking into old memories, which is really not that important to me at the time). I notice an unfamiliar man and woman walking by the front of the store. From across the street, (by mental will) I “wipe” the excavator display from the store window. I do not see anything to read (such as the store’s name) and then start to consider how much time I have before circadian rhythms start to kick in (as this is my last dream of the morning).

Of course, I instantly think of indulging in sensuality, as, in dreams, sexual acts transmute into high levels of spiritual awareness and blissful, expanding coalescence factors in addition to the increased sense of touch. (This of course is because the dream body is not actually physical - something many people seem to completely lack the understanding of, which is why many of my dreams switch back and forth in phasing, from being incorporeal to being in my fictitious dream body).

I decide, at first, to will numerous dream characters into the field and watch them walk around. There are probably about twenty or so. I change their age and sex for several minutes. (This is similar to the non-lucid beginning of apex lucidity in some cases, where a dream character will switch identities at a rate of two per second, until my conscious awareness kicks in, which I then augment by going through a door for full control.) I am doing it here at a rate of about two per second. However, I decide to stop messing around and bring the version of Zsuzsanna that was in the apartment up to me. She approaches and lowers to give me oral pleasure. It does not matter that twenty other “people” are walking around in the semidarkness. It is just a dream. There is no symbolism in this type of dream, as lucid dreams are made by the self (though instinctual dreaming is as well).

From here, instead of a climax, layers of bliss start to flow over me almost like layers of “additional skin”. I awake with no discernible shift in consciousness; just a subtle “wave” of “ghost skin” rapidly dropping away from my body. This is an atypical way to wake (probably my “softest” waking to date), as even in scripted dreams there is often a hypnopompic event that kicks more than in a normal dream.

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2017, 05-13

Realm of Dragons

I am in a place I don't recognize. It is someone's house, someone I know and am friends with, but my mind is fuzzy and I can't think clearly. I enter into a living room with a big flat screen television. There is a woman sitting on the couch with a man. She has her arm around the man. The names that come to mind are MoSh for the man and Asuka for the woman. I am thinking Data from Star Trek should also be here somewhere. I ask MoSh and Asuka where Data is. MoSh says he'll help me look. Asuka says there are fresh cookies in the kitchen, I should help myself. I go into the kitchen and I see a plate full of large cookies on the counter. I take a cookie and start looking for Data. MoSh comes with me. He says he knows where Data might be, so as he leaves the room I follow MoSh.

I follow MoSh out of the kitchen as I eat my cookie. It is a delicious and fresh and warm cookie. It must have been made recently. MoSh leads me down a long hallway to some stairs at the end that lead up. We go up the stairs and into what looks like a control room out of a Star Trek space ship. Data is in the room at the far side, working on one of the control consoles. I go over to Data and ask where he's been recently. He says he has been here most of the time, maintaining the defense systems. MoSh looks at some of the controls and says this place keeps getting invaded by that night stalker. Data says he's adapting the defenses to keep that guy out while still allowing for friends like me to pass through. He says that's harder than one might think.

MoSh and I go over to Data. MoSh asks where the dragons are, the ones we brought back from the other dimension. Data types a few things and brings up a picture on a monitor of a tall mountain that has a cave near the top. He says the dragons are in there and points at the cave. I say if the dragons have been there the whole time, why haven't they responded to the recent attacks? Shouldn't that night stalker be getting greeted upon entry by two annoyed dragons? Data pauses as if thinking and then types a few more things and brings a map up on the monitor. There is a map of the area around this house and then a separate area with the mountain and the dragons. I ask how the dragons are supposed to see and respond to an attack from a separate area? Data doesn't answer for a bit and then says that's not how it's supposed to be... he'll have to fix that. He goes back to work on the console.

MoSh goes back down stairs to a door that leads outside. We are behind the house, in a beautiful garden. I am looking at all of the flowers and the stream flowing through the garden. MoSh looks off into the distance where there's something strange happening. The area is looking like a scene in an Assassin's Creed game where a new area is being constructed and made ready for exploration. MoSh and I watch that for a while and I see that the scene forming is the one of the tall mountain with the cave near the top. It's the dragons' mountain that I saw on the monitor. Finally the formation phase is complete and it now looks like the mountain has always been there.

I follow a magpie from a cave to a snowy mountainside and a pine forest. I think about how high up they can survive, what do they eat etc. I find these magpies interesting. After following one of them to the edge of the forest, I manifest a body and start making my way through the snow. I look at my analog watch, which has blue and purple lights. It's 5 am. Explains why it's dark. I really want to make it back to the hotel before others notice I've been out all night.

Darkness.

I'm suddenly inside a building I don't recognize. I'm happy being lucid and start looking for a way out. I pet a dog on the way out and hum a song to keep myself calm. I think about a sunny yard outside and the dream takes me there. I see my oldest friend Niko outside, fixing his car I assume. The house is surrounded by pine forest and there's a couple on the vast yard. I go talk to Niko. I tell him we are in a lucid dream. He doesn't answer, but smiles faintly. I summon a purple baseball and throw it. I control it's flight so Niko can see we are in a dream. The ball makes a loop in the air. I decide to use vocal commands too. "Return!" The ball starts flying back to me. I attempt to catch it, but it hits Niko in the head. I throw it again and tell it to return, but this time I remove the ball's momentum before trying to catch it. It stops completely just before reaching me and falls down. Well, whatever...

Niko's little sister and a random female DC appear on the yard. I think about the DJ post I'm gonna write later and decide I should do something cool like magic. I point my finger at the random DC and yell "Abracadabra!". Her clothes change, she now has a short black skirt. She seems impressed by my magic. Then I decide to focus on my personal goal. I tell the girls and Niko that we are going to space. I ask them to get into Niko's red, futuristic car. The girls are vocal about getting the front seat, I don't care. Niko drives and I sit next to him. I touch the roof of the car and tell the car to fly. It starts to fly and after a bit of struggle we clear the treetops, but then Niko takes us down and follows railroad tracks. I ask why and tell him to fly up. We dodge an incoming train and clear the power lines. We talk about Niko's experience with flight simulators. Niko takes us down to a road as we chat. It gets really hot in the car, everyone is sweating. I do a quick RC by counting fingers and tell myself this is a lucid dream. I ask where we are driving. Niko says he's going to get fuel somewhere safe. So that the people looking for us don't immediately find us. I accept this and notice street signs are in Estonian. Apparently we are going through Estonia to Russia to get fuel. I start thinking about how I transform the car into a real spaceship once we make it to space. I worry about leaving Niko and the girls alone in space when the lucid ends. I tell them I'll make the spaceship good so they don't have to worry. Girls have some doubts about my skills.

And I woke up. Low level lucidity, but really stable. Should have just driven the flying car myself. Old totm is the only thing I recalled besides my personal goal.

Had another uneventful but still awesome lucid dream this morning. It was a regular dream and then it started getting suspicious and I manipulated it. I am in the bathroom trying to fix my tights. First they broke and my feet were hanging out, but then I hadn't shaved my legs and the hairs were poking out through the mesh. Then my dress was too see-through and you could see my underwear. Just a big epic wardrobe malfunction. They are tights anymore, now they are panty hose, I pull them up to try and squish the leg hairs down so nobody will notice back at the wedding I'm at. I hurry outside to the bedroom and proceed to put on red lipstick. I go to the next room, a living room and sit on a couch and look out a window but rested my head on my closed palm and messed up my lipstick, so I go back to the bedroom to fix it. I grab a small green gift bag and pull out the lipstick. I start to apply it but this time it is pink. I start getting suspicious and eventually after sharpening the lipstick I am lucid when what I think was a dog or a human dream figure jumps on top of me to kiss me. I close my eyes and grab the dream figure and focus so that it'll turn into a specific person (my ex; ugh), so that I can have dream sex. I works I can feel a naked soft back. I tell the df, you are my ex aren't you? But when I open my eyes, it's some kid I went to middle school with, Javier. Very disappointed I know my expectations play a big role so I tell Javier, okay you are going to take me to my ex in your truck. I doubt it though and when we are walking down a dark hallway to his truck the dream disintegrates and I open my eyes and I am awake. Ugh, so close! Maybe next time.

2017, 05-12

Return to Minas Tirith

I am in a place I don’t recognize, I look around and see a man, is demanding to know who I am and how I got up here. He says only his personal guards and those he has admitted are permitted here. I wonder who he is, then I see another man there is Gandalf from Lord of the Rings. Gandalf says he knows me, I have traveled with their company at a couple different times. More important now is that Denethor get a rescue force together or Faramir and his men have no chance of reaching the city alive. I ask what has happened. Gandalf goes to the edge of the outcropping that overlooks Minas Tirith and the surrounding lands and he points out at a rock formation that is surrounded by many orcs. He says Faramir and his men have taken refuge there, but they can’t hold off the attacks forever, which is why Denethor needs to send out a rescue sortie. Denethor says there is no way a sortie would be successful, he would just be sending more men out to die. Gandalf is frustrated and says Denethor’s son is out there as if Denethor wasn’t already aware that Faramir was out there and cornered. Denethor says it is the hardest decisions that fall to him, but there is no hope for success. I tell him to just stay up here and watch if he thinks the situation is impossible.

Denethor is asking me what I think I can do about this but I ignore him and run right at the edge of the outcropping. I jump up and out into the open air much to both Denethor’s and Gandalf’s surprise. I fly out over the city and then out over the fields beyond. The enemies are filling the fields beyond, they are doing double takes at me flying but then they start firing arrows at me. I dodge them and dive down to a place among the enemies, about halfway between the rock formation and the gates of Minas Tirith. This is a good spot for Dark Power of Abyss by Rhapsody, it’s time to drop an Immortal Fire! “And suddenly the unreal silence is broken by a lament... a lament coming up from the deepest darkest abyss. And from the seven gates of the dark fortress, the dead come back to life to face them... this is hell!” As I do the next part a circle of light energy erupts around me. “Immortal fire, now rise, light my heart, light my way through the darkness, the guardian of space and time!” A circle of light energy explodes out from my position, blasting enemies out of the way all of the way from the rock formation where Faramir and his men are hiding to the gates of Minas Tirith.

In the aftermath of that massive blast the fields are left bare, enemies that were on the edge of the affected area are all fleeing in terror of a force they have never witnessed the like of. The way to the rock formation where Faramir and his men are is clear, I go over there to see if everyone is able to move towards Minas Tirith. I see Faramir come around the edge of the formation, with another familiar person right behind him. Altaïr is there with Faramir, his sword is drawn and covered in the blood of orcs. Altaïr says the enemies won’t stay afraid to approach for long, they’re too dumb to know their own peril. I ask if anyone needs healing before they can be moved to the city. There are a couple that are on the edge of death with serious wounds, so I quickly heal them and then we start heading for the gates of the city. Most of the enemies are keeping their distance, but not the Nazgul, five of them are swooping in towards us as we are making for the gates. From the gates of Minas Tirith now comes a man on a white horse, they are blazing with light energy. It’s Gandalf, the White Rider charging out to meet us, shining a bright ray of light energy at the approaching Nazgul. The wraiths veer aside and break off their attack, retreating into the night. We reach the gates and get inside, Gandalf following us in as the gates are swung closed with a heavy clang. The people in the city are all cheering us and the return of Faramir and his men, happy to see their safe return. I now have the time to heal the rest of the wounded, whether their wounds be small or great. Shortly after I finish healing the last wound everything around me fades to black and I wake.

Nothing I hate more than RCing all day every day for over a week only to have a lucid less than a minute.

Visiting

Just a dream of Asuka walking me to visit my cousin K. We go into her place, and half the room is blocked by a giant blanket. On the left I see she has a piano there. I am wondering why she has a piano since I've never heard of her playing any instrument. She closes the wooden thing over the keys. She opens the blanket curtain to reveal a couch and a large TV. I remember going to sit down.

Throwing money away.

I was in a dingy apartment, there were a group of people playing a poker game at a large table. "Texas hold-em?" I ask. One guy says no. I ask how much to buy in. He says $150. I pull out a wad of cash and pull out $100 dollar bill. I get mixed sorting out how much 20s to pull out. some seem stuck together. I throw it on the table and sit down. I am waiting for the current hand to finish when I look to a small kitchen separated by a small wall. I see Chris there over a sink boiling some spaghetti noodles. He moves them to a sink to drain them. "Hi, Chris," I say, and look to the table. "Huh?" I hear him grunt. But it's not his voice. I look again but it isn't chris, but some taller rough buy with a beard.

I look to the table, And realize it's a dream. "Well gotta go boys," I say and get up. I find the door to the apartment. I open the door and notice how solid everything seems. I think I just left 150 of dream money on the table.

I emerge into a dark corridor and everything starts to go black.

I wake briefly and stay still to DEILD.

I'm at the bottom of the stairwell at the apartment. But no doors lead outside. I find a large black room. I see a girl running into the darkness. I am about to ask her where an exit is when I wake up.

Then I discovered that my wallet was missing $150.... Just kidding!

Secret school

I am with some guy in a school. He shows me this secret passageway in the school that leads to a secret lab. For some reason we leave. But my glasses break and he says there's special glasses in the lab. We go back into the secret passageway and I see Robert Downey Jr. walking with another student. This scares me for some reason so I run really fast through the passageway. There's a part with some dark steps and twists and turns but I seem to know the place well.

We go into the lab and the guy asks me why I was running. I told him that Robert Downey Jr. spotted us. He said not to worry he's not to concerned with his lab right now. I find my new glasses. They are a pair of shades. I put them on and my vision improves. My friend says there's and VR Oculus thingy to put on my glasses. I take them off and get special lenses that clip onto the glasses. I put them on and a VR scene appears before me. It's a cartoonish green landscape. I wake up here.

Date of Dream: SUN 14 MAY - 2017



One Dream Combat Championship Challenger: DEFEATED!!! There are now 6 challengers remaining in this round... Do you and Dreamy WB have what it takes to get to them in time and reign victorious?



Dream No. 113 - Stick Strife
Lucid Dream 6

Although I've forgotten exactly how I became lucid, I do remember that there was a change of awareness in me. I was now consciously aware that I could change some aspects of my dream. I was in my house, in the front room, when I said to myself, “I want to find the area and fight that pot plant now”. That's when the dream camera shifted over to an image of a bowl with fuzzy, tangled vines in it, almost like very thick strands of knotted hair... But that's not what I was facing.

The dream camera then went back to the front room, which claimed to be my arena, although it didn't look like an arena in any way. There was now a stick laying on the floor, just laying there like a normal stick in a backyard would. The only special feature about this stick was its two, long-shaped black eyes on the top. I thought that to defeat the stick, I'd break bits off it until it came to nothing. The only problem is, every time I'd break the stick for the first time, it's “head” would keep “regenerating”! At the same time, my mum was sitting on the couch and she was trying to tell me what I should do but then she was also distracting me. It's like the dream was using her to break me out of my lucidity and the pot plant (stick) task at hand. I told her I knew what I was doing and so she eventually stopped and minded her own business.

I was frustrated and frightened because I was still breaking the stick for the first time and it was still growing back. And so I yell out, “Dreamy WB! What's going on here? Do something!”. In this dream, Dreamy WB wasn't physically there but rather, she was an invisible force. A subconscious message came to me that I had 30 seconds to break down as much of the stick as possible. In the dream, I found myself counting out loud to 30 and when I hit 30, the stick became rigid again. So the stick was about ¾ way broken when it decided it would now “attack” me.

The dream camera had showed a close-up of my eye and these was now a toothpick going vertically up it, like someone trying to keep you awake. The phenomenon was that the stick had put the toothpick there to cause a lump on the outer socket, intentionally causing injury. So I was in no condition to handle the stick. The dream somehow subconsciously suggested to get Dreamy WB and that she would place her finger on the lump to heal it. Once that idea was expressed, I had some sort of warm, fuzzy feeling surrounding me. I noticed that the lump had disappeared and so I continue to handle that stick.

I then thought to myself, “You are going to pay dearly”. I noticed I had control of my 4 elements. I used fire on the stick but that did nothing. Earth was next and that didn't do anything either. Electricity was the third try but had no effect. Last of all was ice and that's what ended the life of the stick, making it shrivel up and shatter. Surprisingly, that's the only dream I remember from that night.



There will be a "Behind The Scenes" entry for this dream.

#509 - DILD - 12:50AM

I am in something that I associate with The Matrix. There is some sort of leech looking thing that I somehow pull out of my body. I know that if I can hold it without breaking the membrane I will stay in the Matrix. I know my environment isn't real and it's a dream but I believe the back story.

I get up off the couch and am supposed to do a simple task of finding some teeth whitening mouthwash. I move into a bathroom that has a lot of items on the counter. While searching I break the membrane of the thing in my hand and know the Matrix will find me. I give up and go back to the couch.

Mary from work is at her desk. She tells me that I still have 15 min. Something about this makes me fully lucid and I get up off the couch again. For fun I go ahead and find the mouthwash. There is a small vial on a TV stand. I take it and taste the cool minty taste and then leave the house.

I am on some countryside and I want to be in a Skyrim environment. The dream fully fulfills this wish. I run through grassy meadows and hillside and take in the vivid detail. For some reason I think I recognize this part from the game and feel happy the dream is taking on so much from it. I enter a shadowy area with a few trees. I have a sword in my hand held up high. I wonder why there are no monsters to fight. Suddenly, a two headed dragon appears. It shoots fire at a tree. I hulk leap at it ready to strike it will a sword, but at that moment I wake up.

2017, 05-12

The Battle at Osgiliath

I am in what appears to be a meeting hall, I am near the back of the room. I look around and see it is filled with warriors that appear to be of high rank. I hear someone talking at the front of the room, he is talking about not giving up the outer defenses. I hear mention of the outpost at Osgiliath, and that more soldiers need to go there to defend. A man says they will not be able to hold it long even with reinforcements. I get a bit closer and I recognize one of the men speaking as Faramir, captain of Gondor. I assume that the man he is talking with must be the steward of the lane, Denethor, Faramir’s father. Denethor says Boromir can’t do everything, he is away on an urgent errand, but if any captain remains who will do his lord’s bidding… Faramir says he will go to Osgiliath if Denethor orders it, and Denethor immediately says he does order it.

Faramir leaves the hall and I follow him out, I don’t think Denethor even noticed me. Gandalf is out with Faramir now telling him not to throw his life away needlessly, he says Denethor loves Faramir and will remember that before the end. I go over to Faramir and ask if he could use a little extra help, I will offer my skills as a healer and a warrior. He seems hesitant, probably because I am a woman, but finally says he will take any who are willing to come, for they will need all the help they can get at Osgiliath. I follow Faramir out where he gets on a horse, and some other soldiers are also on horses. A Rapidash I recognize as my own Rapidash named Stardust trots over to me. The people around are staring in amazement at Stardust’s flaming mane and tail. I climb up on Stardust and we are ready to go. I tell Faramir that if I go ahead and use a healing spell on the attackers I am sure at least some will break off the attack. He asks if that’s why the company moving through Ithilien was so small, I say yes, many of them turned back. He says to go ahead, then. An enemy who turns away from the fight is worth two who have to be defeated in battle.

I ride with Faramir and the others for the trip to Osgiliath because the enemy still hasn’t shown themselves. The waiting when we get to Osgiliath is the hardest, and I am afraid I will wake up before the action even starts. Soon there are armies approaching from the other side of the Anduin River. That’s my signal so I ride right towards the middle of the group while focusing on the song Full Moonlight from the Devil Hunter Yohko soundtrack. The song plays, I am surrounded by light energy that spreads out over the area as I am spinning around, forming into an orb in the sky that looks like a moon shining bright. Light energy is spreading out from that orb, bathing all of the attacking forces in its light. Indeed, some of the enemies start turning back the way they came, but they don’t get far. The Nazgul are following up the attack and immediately strike down anyone who is trying to retreat. This really pisses me off because they are killing all of the enemies I have managed to heal. I focus a blast of light energy from my moon orb right at the Nazgul who are attacking, and it creates an opening for at least some of those who have changed their minds to escape.

There are still plenty of enemies attacking, however. And the Nazgul are attacking rather than following after the enemies who have decided to retreat. I leave the moon orb to cast light energy over the battle areas in hope that it might counter the fear effect of the Nazgul. I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and start cutting up the enemies who I was not able to heal. The battle rages on for a while, I have killed many orcs and healed several injured soldiers of Gondor. But there are just so many enemies that before long they are slipping past and our group has to fall back towards Minas Tirith to keep from being surrounded. There are also more soldiers of Gondor injured than I can keep up with healing, so I break off and help escort some of the injured to a place sheltered by large rock formations where I can heal them without being attacked. I heal them but then I am feeling the dream slipping. Faramir has arrived with more injured men and I tell him I’m about to disappear, no time to explain, but I will come back as soon as I can. Everything around me fades to black and I wake up.