lucid

*Note* I don't think about Dave and Patrick often. In fact, the only time I think about them is after I've had a dream with them in it. I don't understand why they keep coming back, since I haven't seen them in almost 8 years. At one time I thought they were my friends. I don't like to think about that period in my life because it is just a sharp, painful reminder of how stupid I can be.
Dave and Patrick were in a band, I used to go see them play and hang out at their practices. They didn't care at all when I stopped coming by. That is how little of an impact I made. Fantastic.


Lowe's
I'm at work. Just like IWL, other stores have lent us their associates to help us cope with the extra business the tornado may bring us. One of them is a woman I used to work with at another store.
A department manager expresses his frustration to me, that all our extra help keeps leaving early with the excuse that there is nothing to do, and then our people end up staying late to get things done.
I can see my former co-worker making that excuse and I agree that it's ridiculous.

"They say we haven't had any sales, but they're wrong! There are things they could be downstocking!" He says.
"Yeah!" I agree, "A guy and his son came through here and bought a ton of fishing gear."

((because apparently Lowe's sells fishing gear...))
I see a scene where the man is taking an armful of fishing rods over to an H cart and dropping them.

Dave and Patrick
The setting is a little confusing. The back end of the building is Lowe's. The front is a bar. The Lowe's part is currently closed, all the lights are off.
My phone rings ad an unfamiliar number pops up. Usually I don't answer, this time I do, with a politely questioning "Hello?"

"Julie? It's Dave."
"Dave! How are you?"

He says something about life being too short to leave people behind. He says that his fiance was diagnosed with cancer and judging by how badly his voice is shaking, she has recently died. He asks if I'll meet with him and he apologizes for never contacting me.
I tell him where I'm at and he asks if he can drop by.
A little bit later he shows up.
He's 5'7", wiry, black hair. Always wearing a black button-up with the sleeves rolled up, black jeans and black square-toed boots. [I]((note: in hindsight it's not so strange that I wanted to spend time with them. I'm seeing a trend. You wanna guess what Patrick looked like? If you're thinking he's a tall red-head, you'd be right. Aside from their hair color and body types, they are absolutely nothing like Liam and Jack. What is wrong with me?))

We're in the bar.

He reminds me of the shows he used to put on and I see a different band playing. He waggles his eyebrows at me, suggesting that he'd steal the stage from them if I asked. maybe.
He ventures into the Lowe's section of the building and of all absurd things, he spots Patrick who used to the bassist in his band. I wonder what he's doing here, since I know he moved to another state. He looks different. He has a moustache, for one. And his clothes are a dirty grey. He looks like a homeless person, he's rifling through a bin on the floor.

"Patrick! what are you doing here?" Dave exclaims, looking askance at me as he crosses the sales floor.
"Decided to move back."

Patrick says. I wonder what he'll say to me, if he'll mention the e-mail I sent to him a couple of years ago or not. He completely ignores me. Of course. How depressing. I wander away. Dave follows me out to the front of the bar. There's a raised wooden patio. I climb onto it. Dave asks what they pay me. I tell him my hourly wage. It seems like he has fallen on hard times and the pay isn't bad, I'm tempted to tell him to apply. I reconsider though, knowing that he wouldn't want to work for a place like this. Music is his life. Besides, I wouldn't want him to feel obligated to work with me.

Pirate Ship
There are holes in this dream.
Dave has a pirate ship, I'm there with him. We are fleeing from his enemies.

"They're closing in." I say, frowning at the the pick-up trucks that are parked around us. We aren't even in water, we are stranded in the middle of a parking lot.
"I guess we have no choice."

We exchange an unhappy look. In the holding area below deck there are hundreds of small chests half submerged in water. At his say-so they burst open, light and water pouring out from inside.
At an earlier point there was some sort of time travel involved, that had kept him from sacrificing the innocents whose souls were in those chests. So I'm aghast when he gives the order.

"Call it insurance." He says, "When we did things over I...held some back."

I had thought he changed, obviously I was wrong.
The water from the chests floods out of the ship and begins to cover everything in sight. The trucks have a large empty plastic bottle tied to their bumpers.

"Are they stupid? How is that going to help?" I ask, leaning against the railing.
"Better than nothing, I guess." He replies. I don't really understand still.

There's a lapse. Dave is gone. There's an undead version of a guy I used to work with named Fernando. He's a shortish mexican man, portly with a shaved head. He isn't rotting, he is just extremely pale. When I see him I flee to a 4x4 cubby in the wall with a white-washed door and a black handle, and slam the door behind me. I turn and reach up to lock it, but as my hand is reaching the knob he is shoving it open. I throw my weight against it and try to twist the lock. He gives it another shove. I scramble away as the door explodes inward. He ducks inside and towers over me. I wonder where the hell Dave is.

"Seems like we've taken your ship."
"Seems like."
"You want to come outside? Give me your weapons?"
"Waaaaant?" I say, drawing the word out like I'm thinkin' about it. He clacks his teeth at me.
"Wouldn't want to have an accident, yeah? I could snap your pretty little fingers off with one chomp."

I scowl at him and he steps back so I can crawl out of the cubby. There are undead lined up along the sides of the ship. All just extremely pale.
This is stupid. I see a table nearby, there are knives all over it. I run to it and they don't stop me, because it's my dream and I do what I want. I grab three off the table. I sabotage myself by thinking about how they aren't balanced for throwing, since two of them are kitchen knives. I don't think to change them. I run to another level of deck and there is a strange, tiny creature with giant eyes and long hair perched in front of me. I throw the knives at it and miss with all three.

"Well, that went well." Dave says to me. I run over to him and just stop myself from grabbing his sleeve, it would be a terrible invasion of his space.
"Shut up. What are we going to do about the zombies?"
"You'll see." He smirks at me.

Submarine
In the first part of the dream I'm in Lowe's ((Sigh...)), and a woman is showing me how to work in my new department. It all seems really complicated and I'm not sure I can understand it enough to do my job. She tells me that once I submit the estimate, I have to go over to Millwork and attach it to another one.
Right in front of the Millwork desk the concrete rises into a ramp, so that Building Materials is elevated from the rest of the store. Millwork is enclosed in a tent. We go inside. She says she has to handle something else real quick and leaves. There are two tall men with red blonde hair and a girl about my height. One of the men jacks with us by crowding really close to my left side and scooting us over to stand by the other man. I smack his arm.

"Would you quit that?"
He laughs. "I'm just messing with you."
"Yeah yeah...how am I supposed to look at this screen if you keep pushin' at me?"

He laughs again. I roll my eyes. He wanders away. I look up at the other red-haired man. Just like in every other dream with someone vaguely Liam's shape I am suddenly attracted to him. I bite my lip and he looks down at me.

"Hey, you're new here right?"
"Yep."
"You...are tiny."
"It's not my fault you're huge."

He grins a little. His shoulder is a couple of inches higher than my head. His biceps are about the size of my head. The more I look at him, the less attractive I find him. He's too buff for me. Like always, I start mentally subtracting features, running a mental comparison to Liam. Because I'm crazy.
He leaves and I follow. He's sliding backwards up the ramp singing some church hymn I find vaguely familiar. I decide he really isn't my type, and he disappears. I can still hear his voice though.
I walk up the ramp and slip near the top. It really is more like a slide. As I'm thinking that I trip and slide down the ramp on my knees. I feel like I'm going too fast and somehow direct myself into the Millwork tent.

There's a lapse and when I come to, I immediately understand that I'm in a kind of submarine, stationed under a lake. I know it's called the Hollow Pearl. I can't decide if the name is clever or stupid. Something shifts and I become lucid.
The world is slightly warped. I try to correct it by repeating the same action and focusing on how it should look. I have a little success, but feel like I'm wasting my time. I decide I want to do a front flip. ((God I'm so boring)) I run a couple of steps and throw myself into a flip. Kind of. I stumble and decide to try again. The next time I succeed, but can't stop flipping. Instead I wake myself up and go back to sleep, I very briefly rose into another dream where I was checking my phone. The screen taints the scene around me. I close my eyes and focus until it goes away.
I run out of the room. There's a long hallway full of doors.
I don't remember what happened there. More flipping probably.
Then I'm with my boyfriend, outside. Except he has black hair instead of blonde, just like his WL hair it's pulled back into a tail. I'm leading him to the Hollow Pearl. I gesture to the lake and think about how muddy the water is. There are people in the water, our enemies. He wades in and dives under. I follow after him but I'm afraid of the people in the water, so I walk back out.
He emerges, sputtering, choking. I panic and rush into the water to pull him out. I drag him to shore.
He no longer looks like my boyfriend, and isn't even wearing the same clothes.
He's wearing a light grey t-shirt, with a slightly darker grey neck and sleeves. I put my hand on his chest and lean over him.
He's got high cheek bones and a more narrow face. His eyes have turned a clear grey, his hair is waist-length and black. I remember how the water clung to his skin and eyelashes, how he choked and spat water.

"Are you okay?"

He manages to nod.

This dream is a little of a mixture of once upon a time, tsubasa reservoir chronicles, and yu yu hakusho. A little lucid at the end. It is a telling of how far I would go for my beloved wife.

I am at a dinner table. My family and Laura (my wife) are there. I am a bit older. My mind is programmed with a different past, I am in 100% control and my mind is 100% there like most dreams. It is just a reprogrammed past and my "ego".

My programmed past:
Someone has taken away all of the world's memories of Laura snd me together. No one except for me remembers it. A spell has been cast that says that she won't remember me, and I will die if I tell her. I had to look for her at first and reintroduce myself, get to know her, be a friend first (like I did the first time). She doesn't trust me very much though, because the spell left her with a sad past of her husband leaving her and abandoning her and and their daughter (which of course is my daughter that is due tomorrow ) So she is kind of a hurt woman. She hasn't told me any of this, but the warlock did. She hasn't even told me about her having a daughter. She seems ashamed of the fact that she had a failed marriage.

I look at Laura sitting next to me. It has been a year already, how long would I have to wait till I could have my wife back again? She was laughing at all my family (and brother in-laws. They are pretty much normal since they just lost the memory of us together. Laura seems so happy with all of us here, she can tell that she belongs here. After dinner I walk her to the car. A few child's toys in the back that she tried to hide say that my daughter is about 4. I haven't seen her yet since the spell was cast, I wish Laura would introduce us so I can see her again.

"That was really fun!" Laura says as we get to her car.
"Yeah. Are you coming to the show and games tonight?" I ask as she rolls the window down.
"Maybe. I'll have to see if..." She pauses, trying to think of a good way to explain "maybe." She smiles at me. I can barely stop myself from jumping in the car and holding her, telling her that she doesn't need to worry, and that I will always be there for her and never leave her.

She drives away and I start a long walk to the theater where the "play and games" will be at. Doesn't take me long to get there, I think time skipped a bit here. I know I was walking so I could think and pray. I do that a lot because of how much I have to think about.

I step into the theater, sit down next to my mom. Not really paying much attention to her or the rest of my family because I am thinking of Laura and looking for her. The "play" is someone reading the script of the movie "you've got mail" they spend a long time reading and it is booooooring. Halfway through they realize they have been reading the wrong thing and decide to stop and play a game. They start explaining and Laura walks in. She sits next to my sister and I am frustrated that I didn't save a seat for her. I look for my wallet because it seems to have gone missing.

The game starts and everyone is rummaging through candy aisles. I find my wallet, and notice a spell. No one else would have seen it unless they were acquainted with them. I jump to the ground and everyone is locked in a never ending game. Except me and the warlock.

He is far too powerful for me to fight, I learned that the first time. I know how to escape a spell or two, but he could kill me in a second if he wished. He didn't want that though. I followed him outside and we sat by a tree and started talking.

"You've been doing well." He says. He is like a tall rumplestiltskin.
"You mean I have passed your tests?"
"When this started I would have said you had no chance of being with your wife ever again. Now I am not so sure." Hr pauses and looks at me "I would say that you would stop at nothing to be with her. I literally sent a menacing demon after you and you somehow escaped. Not to mention all the roadblocks I have put between you two."

He pulls out a spell paper and sets it on my skin.

"I could curse your body and keep you away from her." He makes me cursed as he says this. My skin turns green and flaky like a dead man "I could make you unbearable to be around." He makes my skin reek worse than a skunk. "Or!" He snaps and my skin goes normal "I could make you unrecognizable!" He pulls out a different sheet that has skins on it. Changes my skin color to jet black, but he changes it back "but... I am not going to do that. I was gonna make a fortune off tonight, not just off of screwing with your story." He walks away slowly.

I pull my wallet out and grab fifty dollars. "It isn't much, but I want it there as a help to you. When people do good things and it costs them they end up regretting it, and I want you to have a little of what you would have had."

He snaps and my money disappears and my wallet. "That wasn't your wallet. Your wallet is in the back of your pants." I pull out my real wallet. "No, I don't need your money, I am not so forgetful as a human is."

He had switched all the people's wallets out of their pockets with a simple hiding spell. He would have gotten all of them throughout the night as the games continued. But not anymore.

We walk up to the door to get in "I put a timed spell on this. You are better at breaking spells than I am, how would you get in if you needed to?" He asks.

I am dreaming... I think as I walk up to the door. I wonder how much has been a dream. I might as well finish this story as much as possible, I would love to see where it ends.
"I would do this." I put my finger through the glass and when it is halfway through the glass I pull out and it shatter part of the glass.
"What spell is that?" He says, attempting the same. I mumble something and wake up. A little sad, but happy to see Laura next to me.

So, two huge dreams (~40 mins each) and a very small one, all in one night ... well, it' s making up for last week. I'll only put two big ones.
First one :


Lucidity: 9/10
Vivacity: 8/10
Control: 6/10


I DEILDed. I'm lucid in a park. I begin rubbing my hands, and as a stupid teenager I begin doing stupid things to do in a dream.
Luckily, I suddenly gain lucidity and stop those dream sucking activities. I rub my hands as I observe the environment. At my right, lots of small trees; not bushes, more like a mini jungle. There’ s a tree with pinkish flowers, too. At my right there’ s a river, the kind of river you’re always wondering about how many gators there are in it.
I'm not describing it so well, but it was just beautiful.
When I come to a sort of marketplace, I think about dreamwalking. I hurry past the crowd and quickly do the signs I’ ve came up with a while ago (and that I realized are pretty cheesy, but whatever) and scream “Oneiros-Tenso-Lmrhone !” and fall to my knees. When I’m done looking stupid I realize everybody is looking at me. I thank god for all this to be a dream. I decide to just ignore all those people just staring at me and go look for Lmrhone.

I find him (or at least the fake him) in a city nearby (I just walked to it, the scenery changed by itself) he appears as a small African-American kid, he’s surrounded by other taller people (in their 15-16s, of all colors). I ask him if he’ s Lmrhone and he answers yes, so I squat to his level and tell him that I’m Higat; “The” Higat., from DV. I tell him that he’s dreaming and to come with me, but as I get off the ground to fly to find someone else with him, he just runs away. I don’ t bother to get him back. He wants to run away, so be it. I don’t have much time left anyways (that was wrong, I still had lots of time).

[...]

I’m home, my mom is preparing a party with pretty much everyone in every class that I have at school. Doesn’t bother me. I just wander around for awhile, just appreciating the fact that I’m utilizing time that would have been “thrown away”. I’m just doing reality checks now and then. At one point I just decide to have some fun time with a girl.
When I decide to stop I go in my mom’s room and my brother, my sister and my mom come in.
I get them “lucid”; my brother reacts surprisingly “human-like” when he realises that he has three fingers (that was gross, by the way); he runs into my room. My sister just stands there and mocks me. I get her in the living room and try to throw a fire ball. Obviously it doesn’ t work and neither does levitation. My sister just goes away. Never mind that.
I hurry in my room and my brother is still here. The room is filled with old school computers and with one giant flat screened TV, with an inanimate image of “Searching Nemo” on it. My brother jumps into a computer displaying an image Matrix-style. That’ s too ugly. I use a switch to change the image; now it’s a suburb, with lots of white tenements everywhere. I jump in the computer too. It’ s kinda dark, and I rub my hands together, just to make sure. After deciding together to get out of here we both jump in the air, stepping out of the computer.
As I look for somewhere to go, my brother says that we could just try the Nemo TV. We dive in it one after the other, and we land in the same place as int he beginning of the dream, the park.
When I look up I see him in a tree; he proposes a fight. He jumps off the tree and pulls a sword out of nowhere. I tell him to wait and pull out a shuriken out of my pocket. I throw that in the air and put my hands together. Only one shuriken hits the ground but I hear lots of 'em. I try that several times but it doesn’ t work.
My sister and a friend of mine walk up to me and we walk together a bit. All they say is “look at the sky”, which is beautiful.

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And the second one :


Wandering


Lucidity: 7/10
Vivacity: 8/10
Control: 7/10

I DEILDed from the last dream. I’ m in my house, the party from the last dream’s still going on. I wander around again, and even though I’m not doing anything fun, I just like the fact that I’m doing what I could be doing in real life, but in a dream. At one point, after already 15 big minutes of lucid dreaming, I decide to go ahead and do things with some girls. When I stop I just wander around again; I feel like I’m trapped in here. I pull a shuriken out of my pocket and throw it up. I join my hands but, like in the last dream, I can’ t get anything cool. I wander around again. My mom comes and tells me to stop, that I’m not dreaming. I think about what I did earlier in the dream (fun time) and pray for her to be wrong. I tell her that what she says’ false, and show her my hands; I have six fingers. She tells me that I don’ t have six fingers, and two of my fingers fuse together to form one. My mom says that all it is is a big cut (the fingers didn’t quite fuse, there’ s still a small gap at the tip, but it could just look like a very, very deep cut.
I go away and check my nose. Alright, I’m good. I go in my mom’s room and put a box there, for no reason at all, then I decide that it’ s time to wake up; it’s already been a loooooooooong time since that dream began, and I can’t seem to find anything to do. I wake myself up.
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It’ s weird, most of the time, when I have two or three lucids, the last moments of the last one are always kind of purposeless, like I’ve had enough of lucid dreaming.

What is also weird is how weird it feels to wander IRL in a place where you’ve been in a lucid, when everything is at the same place ...

Oh my god I haven't updated in a while. You know what, I'm just gonna post this. I don't feel like adding my fragments.

05/30/2013 Daryl Dixon, Mocking a Moron, Ghost-Vampire-Zombies

Fighting Zombies: Part 1
I'm carrying a sawed off shotgun. I am, of course, out of ammunition. I'm in the kitchen of a run down farm house, by the sliding glass door. I hear movement outside. The back yard is a huge expanse of green grass, butted up against and overgrown field. A woman stands beside a faded white picnic table.
I run outside. I can't decide if I should draw on her or not. After all, she doesn't know my gun isn't loaded. I settle for a potentially aggressive position, the gun half raised.
I'm about to ask her what she's doing out here when she says, "There are zombies out here. Did you know there are zombies out here?!"
I open my mouth to say something sarcastic, but a zombie lumbers out of nowhere and opens his arms to bear hug her. I cry out a warning. The girl twists around and neatly stabs the zombie in the guts, doing absolutely no damage.
I roll my eyes. "Aim for the head!"
"What?" She asks, stupidly.
"Stab. it. in. the. brain."
"Oh...right."
"Riiiight." I say with a sarcastic nod.
Another zombie bends between the wires of the fence of the field and comes at me while she's still struggling with her opponent. I think a few unkind thoughts in her direction and realize that I shouldn't belittle her intelligence...after all, which one of us is the moron running around during a zombie apocalypse carrying an empty gun?

There's an unrelated interlude. I'm pretty sure I'm in Rapture from Bioshock, but I only notice the similarities once I woke up. I'm approaching a class room. There's a well-dressed pompous jerk criticizing everyone's writing skills and proclaiming that he alone has the finesse to properly write a short story, I have every intention of verbally ripping his face off, remembering that I've read his short story and every single word in it was spelled wrong. He even made up some words. Like 'richutoushely'.
A friend of mine, Laura, gets my attention.
There's a lapse. She joyfully skips to the elevator at the end of the hall. I'm telling her about Pompous Ass. Or there's a voice over where I"m telling her about him. She purposely puts herself beside him in the elevator and does her best to make him feel ashamed for being a jerk. When that doesn't work, she makes fun of his short story.
I remember hearing her amused disbelief that such a person exists.
Then I'm in an office. There are two young men watching me as I sit down at a desk to write. I set down for lines of poetry, all using a common word to link them together. When I look over it, I laugh. I spelled the common word differently at each occurrence.
"Look at me, making fun of a guy who can't spell, and then I sit here and can't spell a word like 'pearl'." I laugh at myself again and then wonder aloud. "What's pearl-fire anyway?"

Later I'm telling Laura about how I can't spell.
"Poetry, Julie? Really?"
"Whaaat, I was writing what's-his-face a letter and I was writing the poem to make fun of him!"
She gives me a look, "Suuuure." but she's smiling.
I fake-pout at her.

Fighting Walkers and Sirens with Daryl Dixon: Part 2

The first dream repeats itself, except that Daryl is with me. We exchange a glance upon hearing a noise from outside. We go out to the back yard and I raise my still empty sawed-off to threaten the moron girl exclaiming about zombies. We spread out, myself at 6 o'clock, Daryl at 3, the girl at 12. The corner of his mouth twitches as she yells about how she can't believe there are real zombies out here. We're stupidly distracted by our subtle amusement.
A zombie lumbers out of nowhere and opens his arms wide to bear hug her. I cry out a warning and she stabs him. Daryl tells her to aim for the head. He is, surprisingly, without his crossbow. He only has a hunting knife.
"We never found ammo." I say.
"I think I saw an ammo pouch on the shelf behind the desk?"
I run inside while Daryl is preoccupied with two walkers that have come into the backyard from the field. Out of the corner of my eye I see stab the walker in the head that's attacking the girl, and then lead the other three in a circle around the picnic table. I scan the shelf behind the desk and see a faded leather pouch. I look inside and only see gunpowder. It doesn't occur to me until I've poured it into my gun that it's not going to do me any good. Well, it'll serve as a distraction. I head back outside and yell.
One of the walkers breaks off and heads toward me. I shoot at it. I see the find gunpowder permeate the air, doing...of course, absolutely nothing to my opponent. Daryl has dispatched his already, and when he circles around the picnic table scoops a heavy, splintered table leg from the long grass. He casually hits the walker twice, obliterating its skull and breaking the table leg in half.
"Come on, we don't have much time." He brushes past me into the house. I discard my gun and cast about for something useful.
I grab a log, a large wooden stake, and a shard of wood that's kind of knife shaped.
I have a moment where I wonder why I'm grabbing pointy objects...it's not like I'm hunting vampires.
....right?

The rest of our people are trapped upstairs. We are not the only ones who were drawn to this place. The foyer is sort of octagonal. It's all dark, the windows are boarded up. Shafts of light slant through the gaps. Daryl is quicker than I am, there's an extremely pale woman who has long brown hair with black streaks and golden eyes, wearing all leather. She lunges at him, he has her pinned, I round the corner as her hunting partner (an extremely pale bald man with a peeling scalp and silver eyes) is creeping up on Daryl. I smack him as hard as I can with the log.
We all exchange tense glances. The bald man bares his teeth and growls.
Urgency is pressing us into action. Daryl releases the woman and she scrambles up the stairs on all fours. Daryl follows, the bald man goes after him, and I go up last. The stairs are steep, we climb them just like the golden-eyed woman did, on all fours. We reach a landing near the top and the woman stops abruptly. She has heard something we can't.
Daryl narrows his eyes at her.
"Sirens, up ahead." she says, then after a moment of hesitation adds, "And at least three Shamblers in the rooms beyond."
Daryl scouts up the remaining stairs and then creeps back down. "There's at least one sleeping a couple of paces from the last stair." He gives the woman a stiff nod, not wanting to admit that she's done us a favor.
The bald man says, "And where there is one siren..."
"...her sisters soon will follow." Daryl supplies reluctantly.
The golden-eyed woman briefly looks me in the eye. I have dropped my 'weapons'. The bald man tries to steal one. I bare my teeth at him and he sets it back down, grinning a little.
"Your little nightcat has teeth." the bald man says.
Daryl looks a little amused.
The woman intentionally forgets a quiver of arrows blue-green-black fletching. I scoop it up.

The next part is kind of confusing. We go upstairs. There's what's called a siren hovering vertically, a few inches off the ground. She is tall with light purple skin, black hair and pointed ears. Daryl circles around behind her, reaches up and throws a hand across her mouth, an arm across her shoulders, tugging the siren roughly to the floor. Her eyes snap open. I lunge forward and drive the stake I've been carrying into her chest.
The golden-eyed woman and her companion are dealing with the walkers in the next room as quietly as possible.
There's noise from the room next to us and sounds of a scuffle. We rush in and I have randomly produced throwing knives. There's another siren, screeching her blackened little heart out. Whip-quick, I draw and throw three knives, one after the other. The first sticks in her abdomen, the third in her chest, the last grazes her cheek.
Daryl has retrieved his crossbow. He shoots an arrow into her eye and she collapses.
"Nice throwing, why didn't you aim for her head though?"
I frown and shrug. "I don't know."
"Remember for next time, yeah?"
I nod. ((Tacking 'yeah' onto the end of a sentence is something Liam does. And 'little nightcat' is often a reference to Saja, even though I wasn't consciously her in this dream.))
After searching the rooms, we realize that the other members of our group aren't here.
"They've been taken to the bluffs, then." Daryl says something about needing to stay up here, but he hands me a longbow, telling me to take out our enemy from the overhang.
"Shouldn't you be doing this? You're a better shot than I am."
He says something about not really worrying about it because he has faith in my archery skills.
The golden-eyed woman and man slipped out while we were slaying the second siren.

There's a lapse and I'm repeating the dream again, this time Daryl is already upstairs. I'm with the golden-eyed woman and her hunting partner. We scramble up the stairs and when we noisily reach the top a siren bursts through the door, screaming. For a moment I'm worried, then Daryl appears from behind her and (quite easily) kills the hell out of her.
The room Daryl emerges from is distinctly Rapture, it is even leaking. There's water streaming down the wall and pooling on the counter before cascading to the floor. The house would be pretty if it wasn't so beat up...

Fragments 06/02/2013 to 06/09/2013
06/02/2013 Restaurants
I'm driving, trying to leave town after a tornado has hit. I'm with my brother and we're looking for a place to eat. He tells me about a French food place that's really good, so we drive there. Except it looks suspiciously like a Chinese food restaurant. There are hanging lanterns and the place is full of mirrors and blazing lights. It's really crowded too, there are people everywhere. As I'm getting out of the car I realize that I drove the entire way without my contact lenses in. I'm also realizing that I'm not wearing shoes, and that I'm keeping my contact lenses in the water in my shoes. I spend the next few minutes trying to fish them out.

06/03/2013
Walking around work singing Minnie the Moocher. My co-workers echo the chorus back to me.

06/04/2013
It is the anniversary of DV and it is tradition to recite a serious speech with a fake speech impediment. You only get one shot. Tom Levitt from Smash is sitting outside the theater which is also somehow a browser chat room, reciting a speech to Julia. He says something like "It is not only empirical, but illogical to believe that showmanship is an improper forum..." He speaks the words slowly, only just able to keep himself from cracking up, because the speech doesn't make any sense. He is so close to the end.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am having one of those dreams in which I'm in a house, trying to get out, but every door or window just leads to another room. It's becoming opressive and then I realize it must be a dream, so I get lucid and transform the dream. The next window does lead to the outside. With the awareness increasing, I get the usual attacks from my own mind, maybe. It pulls out all the "weapons" at the same time. Everything starts moving really fast, the scenarios around me are constantly shifting, the floor under my feet is never stable, things are being thrown at me from all directions, there's a storm with tornados approaching, then a van full of men in black stops to my left and agents come out to arrest me, the one in the front is agent Smith... Wow, could it be more confusing? I focus on the fact I know I'm dreaming. Agent Smith dissolves into light, the storm gives rise to a sunny sky with fluffy white clouds, the landscape becomes empty and still and in front of me appears a text on a sheet of white paper. It has some strange orange characters on the top of the sheet, that I cannot really read. I think it contains a list of names and my name is on it, near the top. It becomes my center of focus and allows me to just stay aware.

5:50AM - DEILD - 2 of 2

I wake naturally from a dream a few minutes before the alarm. I don't move keep a clear mind and relax my body. I feel the change and reach out with my mind. I get instant vibrations but before I can transition out of body a dream scene envelopes me.

I am walking down a street with a version of my mom next to me. I see a pop up screen before my face and my mom immediately says, "Your subconscious has been locked out. (of this dream). You'll need to pay to get it back." The pop up shows a dollar amount of $7.99 and some text. I am crestfallen and I ask my mom, "But how am I dreaming now?"
"It's just your ego.", is her only reply. I totally believe all of this and know that money is useless in a dream. I'll have to pay later. I allow the dream to continue non-lucid.

With that out of the way we walk down the street together and I point out a couple of rows of plant growing out of the asphalt. It seems that someone planted them there like a garden. The alarm goes off and I wake up.

LUCID

*I became lucid by noticing that everywhere I looked a jewel would appear. After that I kind of just went with the flow of dream. I also stopped and had a moment of clarity thinking wow all of this is a creation of my mind.

*I flew around and explored a huge city. I ended up becoming really horny and getting a BJ from like three different chicks. haha. This seems to happened if I don't go into the lucid dream with a goal in mind.

*I realized I was dreaming while being out to eat. I remember the goal I had in mind to meditation. I attempted to find a clear open sky to practice. I started to meditate but quickly woke up.

I have no time to proof read so I know there are huge typos. I apologize and will edit later. I just never have enough time anymore.

I started with MILD but was having difficulty visualizing. Switched to mantra for a bit then only a few cycles of SSILD.


#190 - 3:30AM - SSILD/WILD - 1 of 2

I feel the familiar feeling of transition like a chemical change in my mind. I am in total SP and there are zero vibrations. I can't move or transition out of body. I try Monroe's 180 method but it feels like I just rolled over on my face. I know this is a false sensation. I try rolling but at a moderate speed. Every time I spin I hear a mechanical roaring. I pause, spin again, pause, then try rolling out and through the walls of the house. I feel like I roll out into the backyard and circle round back to my bed. I wait a bit and get into some resemblance of a lying down lotus position and meditate with the mantra, "I am dreaming. I am lucid when I dream." I clear my mind and relax into the SP. After a moment or two I slow bring my feet out to touch the floor. Now I am standing but completely blind. I slowly open my eyes and see the bed room door. I am back in bed. I transition again and blindly continue into the living room. I pause and try to stabilize by feeling the floor. It's not helping my blindness so I just continue on outside. I feel cool air on my skin as I walk into the street. I continue walking and peering into the darkness waiting for the dream to form.

Suddenly, I am walking with a group of men my age and younger. I am lucid but I lose control a little and get swept up in the dream. It feels like HI and a little disconnected but I am controlling the flow. I become excited and yell out. I see several cars parked near a short rock fence. I hop over it and run towards a two door red convertible. I yell out, "Shotgun!" and hop into the passenger side. A couple of guy were following behind me with the same idea. One jumped on top of me and the other almost landed on the other guy but corrected himself to jump in the back seat. Darkness.

The dream becomes more vivid now and we are riding down a highway. I feel the wind on my face and lean out over the door. There are pine or cedar tress on either side of us. I whoop, holler and howl, listening to the dreamy distortion of my voice. I say, "You know what guys? We should get real crazy. Let's go rob someone." I look over at the driver for the first time and notice that he looks like a 1950's greaser. I don't find this strange at all as I wait for him to reply. He doesn't. He just continues to drive not looking at me or saying a word. He is expressionless in every way. This gives me pause and pull in my craziness for a moment. I think about my goal of finding NyxCC. I wonder where she is and how to get there from this point.

I stare straight ahead down and endless highway surrounded by a starless empty void. Suddenly one of the guys in the back yells out, "Reno, Nevada!" At the instant a strange tombstone shaped building with a huge neon sign in front of it materializes before my eyes with a burst of energy. I see tendrils of electricity cascade down the building and fade away. For a moment I am mesmerize as I have never experienced this in a dream before. I recover quickly and say to the driver, "Is that were Nyx lives? Reno Nevada?" He just shrugs in reply never looking at me. I accept that we are somehow in Reno, Nevada now. "You know were she lives? Can you take me there?" The driver nods and we make a right turn into a residential area. The night is extra dark save for a few houses with porch lights. Not wanting to get sucked into darkness, I point at well lit house. "Is that it?" The driver nods but takes me to the house next to it.

I get out and there is a strange garage like building shaped like an old hotrod with flames painted on the side. I get out of the car and walk to the car-building feeling unsure. When I open the door there is only darkness inside. I reach inside and slap around until I hit a light switch. It's just a hollow cream colored tube.

I turn around and see a house with red painted siding only about 10 or so feet away. I enter the front door and see a small cozy living room with a lamp and cough and tv set. The floors are hardwood and the room is fully furnished. I don't linger or pay any attention to the room. There is a door across the room and I enter.

The bedroom lights up as I enter but the light is very dim. I look up and see a square shaped light fixture. There is a small child like young woman asleep in here bed. I move over and sit on the edge of the bed. I shake her a bit saying, "Nyx, wake up." She looks confused for a moment and sits up. I notice she has shoulder length light brown to dirty blond hair and she is wearing something white. But I try to focus on her face to see what she looks like. It's a little blurry but I get a good enough look. I focus mostly on her nose. It's sort of button like and celestial shaped. I say, "Wake up! You are dreaming. This is a dream." She smiles pleasantly but looks a little confused still. I continue, "I'm Xanous... from dream views." I smile, "Hi." Comprehension dawns on her face and she seems a little embarrassed. I am not sure but I think I said, "Are you Nyx?" She nods yes. "Ok here is my code word and sign." I hesitate for a bit when I realize I forgot what it was. Then I remember and say the word and signal. "Ok what's mine?"
She replies, "Uh...um...well... I forgot." I give her a moment and I think she said something odd that didn't makes sense. Then I say, "You're not really Nyx are you?" I don't remember her reply but she doesn't seem to argue. We have more dialog but I can't remember much. She says, "You think you are legally blind but you are not." I feel shocked that she would know about the dream blindness I had at the start of the dream. She says something else that sounded like gibberish so I decide it's time to go. "Well I am going to go wake up now so that I can remember this." I step out the bedroom door that now leads outside only. I yell back, "You take care of yourself." and close the door behind me.

I look up at the full moon in the sky through tree limbs without leaves. I play at the limbs and start to fly but stop. Then, I think of transitioning into a werewolf but remember I want to test my teleport idea to get to China. I focus on going to China and try to stretch my body to that location. I feel myself get impossibly long then a blind of darkness.

Now, I am flying in a spinning vortex full of various star symbols and odd, broken structures with a rainbow like nebula in the back drop. I chat, "China China Chinatown." over and over as I watch the swirling images. Suddenly I realize I wanted to remember the dream. I feel like I can barely remember the start of it and begin to panic. I really need to wake up!

I plug my nose to hold my breath but I blow through. I laugh at myself a little and realize I am back in my bed stuck in SP. I try moving but only get phantom movements. I think how I just want to make a DJ entry in my tablet. I dream I am doing just that but realize I am still dreaming and it wont be there later.

I now I really hold my breath. It hurts and feels like a long time. I ex-hail but find I am still in SP. This time I suck in hard holding my breath. I commit myself to hold it until I just can't stand it any longer. It feels like an impossibly long time and hurts. I see a computer pop-up loading screen and watch as the bar gets longer. I wonder if I can die like this. Then I realize I will only pass out and start breathing again. Then I wonder what happens when you pass out in a dream. The bar fills up and I have to breath. I ex-hail long and hard and realize I am now awake.

Total sleep time: 9 hrs

Dream quality and recall: I continue to be very sleepy, although recall today was a bit better.

WBTB, snooze and recall: Decided against WBTB (lazy), but set the final alarm for a bit earlier. I had what I thought was an interesting dream in the last 30 mins of sleep so kept on hitting the snooze button, and tried to go back there to continue with the story. That messed up my recall a bit, but I still enjoyed it.

Dream1: We are on the street and a friend of mine says something that irritates me. It hit her with a NG magazine. DCs around me stare at me with disapproval. They also think I am a man hitting a woman. A girl from India comes and I begin explaining myself to her.

She starts giving my friend some creepy advice and then continues to say that "you (not sure who she is addressing) should do some lucid meditation, as one learns by leaps and bounds"

"Red and cinnamon are after all two of many (40?) hues....of the penumbra"???

This dream was really cool, but bf was snoring so loudly, I just couldn't hold on to it for more info.

Dream2: A class meeting, girls only this time, all the usual classmates that are DS, but instead of realizing this is a dream I engage in nonsense conversations. One of the classmates is married to a guy that has to do with chicken production and I comment on some movies I have seem about that. Another female friend of mine has a a girlfriend and buys her some lemonade. I feel jealous.

Dream 3(snooze fragmented and mini-Ld):

I am flying over the street and try to avoid a dangerous individual. Other DCs start running very fast when they are close to him.

I am sitting on a table, looking at some food and want to rescue a burrito from ending up in the trash. This guy acts very agressively and does not allow me to get my burrito. I am forced to go with him. (Snooze)

He is dangerous and most likely has killed someone, and the police is after him. Despite all that, I feel some sympathy towards him and we are friends. He wants us to go to his apartment. I have some alarming thoughts of why am I going to his place, and what are we going to do there, but dismiss them. We reach the street where he lives. I suspect undercover cops have parked in front of the place. Doesn't he know that his apartment is the first place the cops will look for him? He sees the lights of his place are on, so we go back. (Snooze)

He decides to highjack a bus so that we can drive to my place. I really don't want us to go there. I am also worried that he is a reckless driver, so go to the back seat. (Snooze)

I am in the bus/car with him and am looking for my burrito, but it seems like I have changed clothes, have a different handbag and the burrito is gone. I take some time to look around, knowing that this is a dream. The story in my mind lasted pretty long and I find it really cool. I think about reporting this dream and contemplate about my feelings for this guy, I conclude I have the Stockholm syndrome...

I wake up

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Progress with this months goals (as of this morning):

- Do 100 RCs (6/100) <<<<<<Terrible!
- notice real life DS 100 times and RC (4/100)
- 10 proper WBTB attempts -> days (3/10)
- 10 morning RCs (1/10)
- 2 proper WILD attempts (0/2)
- task flexibility
- journal flexibility

LDs: 5 (official count)
micro-lds: 1 (not counted)
suspicious events: 1 (not counted)

I was in my friend's hous, became lucid, saw 3 dc near me - 2 young men and 1 old woman. I decided to make TOTM and became speak in gibberish with the woman - she responded in gibberish too. I turn to one of the men - spoke like bla-blo-blu-bra-bro-bru - he answered in gibberish for a moment, but then said in english - 'I don't know'. I thought that that DC was clever and continued speaking in gibberish. That smart guy said -"it means whats your name' - in russian. I answered - no, you are wrong! and i began to summon a big dinosaur egg on my palm. The egg was like hen's one, i decided to make it bigger and at the size of ostrich one, that smart DC said - "you are a bit to crash into a cat". I thought that its a noncense, because i didn't move. I saw a small lighting near my feet, my egg jumped itself, fell and broken. I was upset and awoke in a moment.

LUCID

*The dream started lucid at my brothers apartment. My friend from work was there. I remember telling her in real life that I was going meet up with in a lucid dream and obtain information I don't know about her. I also remember telling her about going to a hindu temple to experience the energy. Then we started to drive there talking about random things. We ended up in north irving in a huge shopping I use to live by. At this point she was on a skateboard and I was on a scooter. (I hate scooters but I love skateboarding haha) I remember doing all these awesome tricks. Then I notice she was gone and I needed to find her.


I noticed that the wind was really strong. So I made the wind stop completely through sheer will. Then I thought I have to find her again. So I checked this office building and yelling her name. She then walked up out of no where. She seemed to be really worried about two girls and how they were lost. She didn't even look me in my eye because she was so caught in her worrying. Then as she was talking about her situation she walked off.

Then I ended up at my apartment sitting on the couch with her watching harry potter. She was so caught up in the movie that she really didn't pay attention to what I was saying to her. I notice that she looked really young and had braces.

Then the scence changes again and I was walking out of my bedroom. I remember that I wanted to look inside of a book and see what kind of pictures would appear. I went outside to the staircase and willed a book into existence. This book was think light blue paper back. I opened it up and it all seemed to be about wild life. Animals eatting other animals, so yea I put that book down. Then I will another one into existence. This book will old, very anicent with chinese writing in the front. I opened the book, it had black pages with white chalk chinese symbols. I thought this is so acurate that I must have been chinese in a past life. This is what I felt. Then I read a passage in english and it said "When the true self meets the slave" , this made alot of sense to me. I woke up asap to write this down.

I woke up, only to find out that I wasn't really awake after doing a RC (Yeah, I know, Instinct.), anyway, I decided to proceed with the normal start to any Lucid Dream I have in this condition, swear to my sub-conscious and then fly out burning all Dream Characters in my path. But this time it was different.. They were ready for me


So this ended up to be a fight, Dreamers vs Anti-Dreamers, it went on for what seemed like a month until we eventually killed all Anti Dreamers. I eventually woke up, felt pretty good

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #103: Morgan Freeman

I'm in a library, laying down by some bookshelves and wearing nothing but some boxer shorts. A young, rather wimpy-looking guy with dark hair and glasses is looking through some books about thirty feet away, pretending not to notice me. I quickly throw my clothes on. I have no idea why I was unclothed, but I feel like I should explain myself to this guy.

I throw together a cover story, approach the guy and explain, "Don't worry! That part of the library is just where I like to recall any sexy dreams that I recently had." He visibly cringes. I cringe too. What in the world made me think that this was a good "explanation"? I feel very confused, both about my own dull-wittedness and the whole situation.

Embarrassed beyond belief, I mumble an apology and just sort of slink away into a different part of the library. After stewing in my shame for a few seconds, the strong emotion feels weird to me and I realize with great relief that I'm dreaming.

No longer so defensive and inwardly-focused, I examine my surroundings. This part of the library is broad and open, with a floor of pure white marble, and a high, vaulted white ceiling. About fifty feet away is some kind of railing that surrounds a view of a lower floor. I walk toward the railing to check out this lower floor, but I'm distracted when I find myself walking next to Morgan Freeman. He's much shorter than I'd imagined (no taller than 5-foot-6) and moves slowly, as if decrepit and unwell.

"You're Morgan Freeman," I say. Astonishingly, I speak these words in Morgan Freeman's voice!

"I am."

"Heeeeyyyyyyy," I say, testing out my amazing new voice. I do a theatrical hand-wave and really pile on the dramatic reading. "All of this... is a dream!"

He nods, smiling faintly. "Very nice."

"Everything sounds a lot better with this voice," I say. "How's this work? Is this dream teaching me how to talk like you? Am I still going to be able to sound like this when I wake up?"

He stops, giving me a cross look. "No."

I think for a moment about my goals. I can remember my primary goal of getting to the Alamo to catch up with Art, but I forget the Task of the Month and don't think to talk gibberish to Morgan Freeman. I'm planning on phasing through a wall in order to get outside or enter the void.

Morgan Freeman seems to sense that I'm about to leave and turns urgently toward me, suddenly speaking very rapidly. "Wait! Before you go, I need to tell you something that you have to do. You need to find Patricia [??some last name??] and you need to tell her about..." His voice becomes garbled and the scene breaks down. I expect to enter the void and transition from there to the Alamo but instead I wake up.

(I do know one Patricia but the last name had more syllables than hers does. I'm still stumped by this last part.)

Yes I had 2 almost identical dreams

1. [non-lucid]
I visited a friend at their house, upon opening the door I was greeted by a 12 year old version of my friend, she was missin a tooth and wore a black shirt, I struggled to enter a little and everything was a shade of blue, for some reason there was a pizza on the kitchen table for me, so I ate it alone and she went off somewhere...I left the crusts. The dream skipped, We are now in her bedroom, she was sat on a chair slighhtly to the left, theres a really old tv to the left on drawers and a bed to the right with really ugly sheets, I decided to fall face first onto the bed...it was comfy. The dream ends

2. [non-lucid]
I visited a friend at their house, upon opening the door I was greeted by my friend, I think she was wearing a blue or green shirt, I could'nt enter that door so we went round to the back door, very strange door was like an escape hatch, was white. I watched as she unscrewed the hatch and took the panel off, I then drove inside into quite a big room which had a few stalls against the walls and a table at the far side of the room in the kitchen area.

Random fragments:
I looked at my hand, I was missing a finger. Not sure if i became lucid because i seem to remember gettin excted and waking up.

June 9, 2013
Lucid Dream 517: Treasured New Members
Series: 108 Stars of Destiny, Episode 11
DILD
Technique: ADA



I'm watching One Piece at the start of the dream. Before long, One Piece has become the dream itself and I am walking around in the One Piece universe. The environment isn't 2D, but the colors and details make it look that way. It was extremely bright and colorful. I'm on a dock and I see Luffy and Nami enter a bar. I follow them in and sit down at a table and watch them intently. I plan on killing them and collecting their bounties. Another pirate sits down beside me and starts talking about the Straw Hats. He told me a plan he had to kill them, so we decided to team up. The plan was for him to jump rope and sing in order to distract them (lol). At some point during the plan I became lucid.

I acted like I was going to kill the Straw Hats, but instead, I killed the guy skipping rope. Luffy thanked me for saving them and I asked Luffy to join my crew as one of my 108 Stars of Destiny. Luffy refused and said I should join him instead. I told him I was already a King and I would help him find the One Piece and become King of the Pirates. He still seemed hesitant, so I told him we had unlimited amounts of food at my castle and he would be the captain of my entire pirate navy. He agreed, but only if I let Nami join too. Nami sat on Luffy's lap and wiggle her ass around in his lap in a seductive manner. They seemed to be romantically involved. I agreed and added two more Stars of Destiny to my crew.

I told them to head back to the castle and I'll meet them there later. I told Luffy that after becoming a Star of Destiny, the castle location is embedded in your mind. I ran outside and proceeded to explore the One Piece universe. I ran a little ways through the town and ended up on a large protruding cliff. It is high above the sea below. Nami is beside me and we act as if she had been with me the whole time.

From this point on, my lucidity is a bit shaky. I know I'm dreaming, but the concept isn't exactly sinking in. If that makes any sense . Its almost like I kept fading in and out of lucidity.

I knew me and Nami were looking for treasure. I looked at her and said, "Ok, navigator. Check the radar again and see if we are close." She pushed the button on her wrist accessory and a radar popped up in the top corner of my vision. It was almost identical to Call of Duty's radar system. I could see the blip indicating the treasure and it was right under my feet. I knew the treasure had to be at the base of the cliff. I told Nami I was going to jump into the water and find the treasure. She told me I would die, but I reminded her I was lucid before jumping. I accidentally jumped too far out into the water. I landed far away from the cliff and in very deep water. I looked underwater and could the see the endless abyss below me. I began freaking out and knew I had to save myself. Somehow I was now back on top of the cliff. I jumped into the water and grabbed my other floating body and began to swim back to the base of the cliff. Once I got there, my other self had already merged back into me, so there was just one of me again.

I looked closely at the base of the cliff and I could see that it wasn't a solid polygon. It was like the old video games where you could see the polygons on something that could be broken apart. I punched the rock and it shattered into pieces. I pulled out a long spear/lance from the crevice. It had a very long, thin, gold, rounded shaft and had a double bladed tip. The blades resembled the curved Arabian-style swords, but not as long. It was an awesome looking weapon (I have been using a spear on the game Demon's Souls, so I think this is where the weapon idea came from). By this time, my lucidity was pretty much gone. A transparent scroll took up my entire vision and a girl's voice began to read the note. I can't remember the exact phrasing, but it was something like this, "You have risked your life to find a piece of our hidden treasure. The next piece may be easier or maybe it won't. We have driven countless pirates to the seas to find the 13 pieces of our treasure. Good luck finding the rest." A tally popped up and showed that I now had 7 of the 13 pieces of treasure. I immediately thought about getting all of the treasure, but never telling anyone that I had found them. I began swinging around the spear and I noticed that the knifed-head of the spear swiveled to slice whichever direction I swung the spear. I woke up during this time.


Series Details
Welcome to the epic dream series known as, "The 108 Stars of Destiny." Follow me as I build the most powerful army the dream world has ever seen. Along with the help of 108 key recruits, I take on the dream world and elevate to god-like status! Will anyone stand in my way? Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

108 Stars of Destiny
NEW 16 - Luffy - The Gum-Gum Star
NEW 17 - Nami - The Navigation Star