lucid

I figured I should get my DJ started now, as I had quite a few LD's last night (5 I think, but I only really remember two of them).

Here is the first one of them - my third LD after joining this site.

I was standing in front of a huge university-like building, it looked very old yet the architecture and the design were very well thought out.
I realized that it looked like something from a game I knew, and did a nose-plug RC, all this resulted in me becoming lucid.

I remembered about dream-stabilization (I forgot doing that in the first two LDs), so I looked around and saw a huge garden, in which I was standing, placed in front of the building.
I looked up at the building and examined it closer, it was sort of U-shaped, with a huge spire in the center. It had a large round window on the spire, which almost made it resemble that of a church.
I knelt down and felt the grass between my fingers, which still looking around at the garden and the sky. I remember being amazed at how real it all seemed - the vividness was so much better than my previous dreams.
After stabilizing, I figured I would try to summon up a DC, since I couldn't see anyone around.

I created a strong intent, that when I turned around a DC would be there. I was really happy when it succeeded, and I found an asian-looking girl behind me.
I asked how old she was, and she told me that she was five years old. I stood rather perplexed, as it was obvious she wasn't five. She was almost as tall as me.
I explained my confusion to her, and asked her how old she really was.
This time she said she was 23, which seemed very likely - she also explained that the previous answer was based on a joke, originally in Chinese but she had tried to transfer it to English.
I didn't really see how something like that would be funny in any language, but I started comparing it to the Japanese I know - which made me lose awareness of the surroundings and ultimately wake up.

Nap:
Practice parkour, on top of rails and branches, swing around free. Fail at forward spin over rail. (Key's thing) Time was slowed... Outside. School?

Lucid:

I was on my bed. I heard the lucid dreaming induction, and I realized I was in a dream. I "woke up" and saw the surroundings in a spiral. I can barely make sense of the view. I also forgot to take off my contacts, so I might have subconsciously included that fact in my lucid dream.

I tried to "follow" to spiral, as I felt my legs move or float towards the wall, and beyond the wall. Then I was standing in my room, but everything is still out of focus. I got dizzy, and then I was back on bed. I thought I woke up, but I immediately went into another dream.

Non-Lucid:

I was in a room with a LOT of people I "know," or at least in the dream. I don't know any of them in real life, yet I felt some sort of kinship with them. We were gathering for something. We're a music or band. I'm not sure if we were setting up the place or bringing it down.

After a while, a new set of people arrived. Another "band," but they're still part of the "group." One I distinctly remember has long, curly/wavy hair reaching past his shoulders. I think he wore red shirt. We rearranged the place, putting up some chairs. I checked the nearby room, but the chairs there are mostly broken down, or at least not good to support people.

Then everyone's gone. Probably elsewhere. But "I" was "under" or viewing the underside of houses. I think it's the same house, but I'm looking at the "underground" of each rooms. I, along with a companion (not sure who, or whether it was a guy or girl), looked at how some of them have dripping "water," and how the spot immediately below it is wet. Some are clean. It seems they "throw" those wet stuff into a "hole" on the floor, and it drips down to the ground.

Then some police arrived. They were looking for us. We had to hide. I saw a closet, and went into it with my companion. I hoped to remain invisible amidst the variety of stuff in that room/closet.

I was in an office, with lawyers. We talked about something. A case? Then something about a 10-year-old girl?

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

Lame internet connection + Little recall = (Super-duper) x inactivity regarding (DJn>1n)

Fragment 1:

I was talking with two of my friends from school in no solid setting. Angles were curved, I remember purple smoke, and people did not seem to have bodies. I was explaining to the floating head of a friend who is a massive pony-hater and massive Minecraft-lover that Notch had recently stated that he was a brony.Wait, I thought, it's Sunday, and this is a dream, so it doesn't matter if I tell them. Oh, well, I'll do it anyway. Then everybody attacked me.

Fragment 2:

I was part of the crew of a crashed alien ship. The ship consisted of black hull and glowing green tubes and antennae, composed into a rough tube shape. Me and two other survivors were sitting in a completely black room, which, on any other ship, would have served as a cargo hold, as it was the room that had the ramp outside. No airlock, I thought it was worth noting. The oldest of us was at a completely black counter, making omlettes. The youngest was at a completely black table, doing nothing. I decided to go outside and search for firewood.

There was a cut, and I was a hundred meters up a hill from the crash site. The landscape was mostly flat other than the hill I was on, and the vegetation was only dead-looking, thorny, bush-sized plants. They surrounded the crash site, anything too close to it got incinerated. The sky was limited to a dome around the crater and the plants surrounding it. There was dark blue and stars outside of the dome. I climbed for several seconds, then the dream ended.

The dome reminded me, for some reason, of dreamdimension's signature. He doesn't participate in the IOSDP to my knowledge though, it may be nothing.

Fragment 3:

This was certainly part of an epic full dream. Shame I can't remember it.

I was on an anvil-shaped airship going at unrealistically high speeds with a girl about my age. She was blonde, and her hair was braided into a single tail. She was a wearing black, that seemed to be a theme in my dreams tonight. I didn't recognize her. I was wearing black, too. I also wore aviator goggles. We were either dealing with or being pirates.

We were standing on an outdoors catwalk going in a loop. She acknowledged my presence briefly and then glided off into the globe of grey clouds speedily passing us. My view followed her circling the bottom of the airship. her suit had dark yellow wings under the arms, like those of a flying squirrel. As she flew, she threw away the rapier she previously held and it passed us in a blink. She traded it out with a cutlass take from a copper statue on one of the ends of the ship.

She reached the front of the bottom of the ship and sliced two guards in one swing and flew, cutlass first, into the window. My view transitioned inside of the ship, watching the glass shatter in slow motion. She fell once she was in, and recovered with a roll. Suddenly, I joined her in the room.

In the corner, she picked up some trinkets and put them a bag. She smiled stood up, and we moved out of the window. Mission success, it seems. The dream ended.

Lame internet connection + Little recall = (Super-duper) x inactivity regarding (DJn>1n)

Fragment 1:

I was talking with two of my friends from school in no solid setting. Angles were curved, I remember purple smoke, and people did not seem to have bodies. I was explaining to the floating head of a friend who is a massive pony-hater and massive Minecraft-lover that Notch had recently stated that he was a brony.Wait, I thought, it's Sunday, and this is a dream, so it doesn't matter if I tell them. Oh, well, I'll do it anyway. Then everybody attacked me.

Fragment 2:

I was part of the crew of a crashed alien ship. The ship consisted of black hull and glowing green tubes and antennae, composed into a rough tube shape. Me and two other survivors were sitting in a completely black room, which, on any other ship, would have served as a cargo hold, as it was the room that had the ramp outside. No airlock, I thought it was worth noting. The oldest of us was at a completely black counter, making omlettes. The youngest was at a completely black table, doing nothing. I decided to go outside and search for firewood.

There was a cut, and I was a hundred meters up a hill from the crash site. The landscape was mostly flat other than the hill I was on, and the vegetation was only dead-looking, thorny, bush-sized plants. They surrounded the crash site, anything too close to it got incinerated. The sky was limited to a dome around the crater and the plants surrounding it. There was dark blue and stars outside of the dome. I climbed for several seconds, then the dream ended.

Fragment 3:

This was certainly part of an epic full dream. Shame I can't remember it.

I was on an anvil-shaped airship going at unrealistically high speeds with a girl about my age. She was blonde, and her hair was braided into a single tail. She was a wearing black, that seemed to be a theme in my dreams tonight. I didn't recognize her. I was wearing black, too. I also wore aviator goggles. We were either dealing with or being pirates.

We were standing on an outdoors catwalk going in a loop. She acknowledged my presence briefly and then glided off into the globe of grey clouds speedily passing us. My view followed her circling the bottom of the airship. her suit had dark yellow wings under the arms, like those of a flying squirrel. As she flew, she threw away the rapier she previously held and it passed us in a blink. She traded it out with a cutlass take from a copper statue on one of the ends of the ship.

She reached the front of the bottom of the ship and sliced two guards in one swing and flew, cutlass first, into the window. My view transitioned inside of the ship, watching the glass shatter in slow motion. She fell once she was in, and recovered with a roll. Suddenly, I joined her in the room.

In the corner, she picked up some trinkets and put them a bag. She smiled stood up, and we moved out of the window. Mission success, it seems. The dream ended.

Non Lucid Lucid
Date: 11/24/11


I was in my kitchen with my aunt and step sister. For some reason I thought my aunt was my step sister's mom, but then I thought about it, and realized that was wrong. Then I got lucid! I think I walked though a gift shop and through my lake house living room that had some friends in it. I saw a small window and thought, "I'll make myself smaller and crawl through!" so I did and tried to fly out of it, but I fell on the ground and landed outside. I was in this big, hilly field in the evening with a huge stadium filled with people. I plugged my nose and could breath, and I looked at my hands. Each hand had like seven fingers and they got short! I did this several times throughout the dream. For the first time, I tried to stabilize the dream. I rubbed my hands together and noticed my clothes. Then I shouted, "Increase clarity!" and the surroundings blurred and then clarified. I started walking around and tried to jump and fly Superman style, but I fell again. I had crappy control during the entire dream! I made a failed attempt to summon a gryffin to help me . Then my dad appeared and said how many possibilities were in lucid dreams.

I think this was a seperate dream.

I was in a sort of dark concrete tunnel with my sister, and I knew that I was dreaming. Her pupils got big and weird, and she tried to convince me that she was lucid too. Somehow I appeared in this kitchen and outside the window I saw an ocean with a big building in the middle of it. The waves were pretty lively, and I didn't want to try to fly out to the building because I knew I could fall. I'm pretty nervous about water in my dreams... Instead, I decided to look for the Dream World Academy. I saw this cabinet near the floor and when I opened it, I saw the dark blue ocean waves again. I tried to imagine grass and the castle being on the other side of the door when I opened it, but instead the waves only changed a little. At some point I appeared on a football field watching the Ohio State-Penn State game and thought, "Nobody here knows yet that Ohio loses but me." I was with my sister again down on the field and I lost lucidity.

I was so psyched when I woke up! I finally had two stable lucids in one night!

I was in a mall. There was a lot of people rushing around. I don't remember how, but I became lucid. I flew up to the second floor of the mall. I'm pretty good at flying now, so I could do it with no problem. I can't remember much of the dream, but I do remember jumping off the building and being yelled at by the mall staff. I also tried calling the dragon. I stood in the middle of the mall and put my hand in the air. I called for it, but it never came.

I guess I'll just have to try again next time. Either way, that's one of my goals down, having two lucids in a week.

This was most definitely a weird one, and oh the references I can make to Inception.

It started off with me and three other people, who looking at it now, might have been Ed, Edd, and Eddy, but we were in an eerie looking house on a beautiful day in a field, though night soon came and things get quite creepy. A group of girl scouts came in to tell use to go look for something, and so we did. Along the way, many ghosts and other scary stuff popped out at us, and yet it all sempt very real, yet I didn't wake up, but we found what we were looking for, and I simply stayed in the lower part of the house, which was more like a cave with a single light really, but my brother was there, oddly enough, and he was just sitting there. Here's where the weird part comes in.

I suddenly own this 4-piece device called a DreamNoav, don't ask, I'm not sure either, but what it did was allow you to completely edit your dreams with a click of a menu, in any case, it was just an easy lucid dream. I used it, and what do you know, I was suddenly in a luicd dream. I walked around a village for a bit, not sure what I would discover, but it was shaped in a bit of a circle, and I was alone in this place, unsure what to do really, and that's when, in my dream... dream, I woke up, though not in real life. Instead, I looked to my brother and began to tell him how useful this thing was, and he didn't care, a trait that passed on from real-life, it seems, though I tried to use it again, and I woke up in reality.

So, a lucid dream, inside a dream, which was inside another dream?

This morning I had a lucid, after doing an attempt at FILD, which failed horribly.. It's been ages since I've really had one (or tried), so it was pleasant to finally have one, even if nothing too wild happened in it.

I'll start off with saying that I set 3 alarms, of which I only remember 1, for waking me up so I could do FILD. I believe FILD is a very good technique, however it takes a bit of practice. It's extremely similar to DEILD, and is basically just a slightly different version of it.

The dream started in my room, from what I remember. I was sitting at my computer and speaking to my brother behind me. He told me to look out the window, and as I turned to look, I realised that it seemed like we were moving through a city, like my room was really a car or a plane. I was (surprisingly) immediately skeptical and had a closer look and crawled out the window. My brother told me to stop, and I did a very quick nose pinch reality check, telling me I was in a dream. I jumped down on the ground, which severely changed the environment. My room and brother seemingly immediately disappeared. I was standing in the middle of the road in a large city, it was dark, but with lots of lights. I walked to the pavement. I remember reflecting on the concept that dreams usually hang on in our memory differently from how awake experiences do. I made a note to myself to try to be as aware as possible. I went on and walked into a couple, one of them was naked. Knowing it was a dream, I reached for her breasts, but she very quickly walked away. I made it into some kind of shop eventually, where a lot of naked people were around. They had facepaint, and yellow hair, as if trying to look like tigers. I thought this was silly and walked away. Eventually I got to a bridge of sorts, which I tried to traverse in a car. At this point, my lucidity was nearly gone. I still had the clarity of mind to know that I could stop any car and steal it (GTA style), and I did get on a car. I probably drove a hundred meters in it, got out. I think the bridge was blocked. Some guy I don't know had a boat which he invited me into, to go across the water to other side of the city. I got on and we sailed across. It was like a little river we were in, extremely narrow, and the boat was really just a large rubber tire. I questioned at the time why I didn't just get up and walked on the ground. Once we reached the other side, I looked to my left. My lucidity came back, and angry at the fact that I've wasted so much time doing nothing, I figured I'd teleport somewhere by closing my eyes. When I opened them again, I was in my bed. I did not do a reality check, and eventually fell asleep again. I don't think it was an FA.
In the dream, I saw a very large building across the bridge. This building has also been in another dream of mine, which although non-lucid, I was also very lucid in. I never did write it down, but it invovled crawling around in tiny spaces under the city. Hard to describe.

I dreamed more, but most of are fragments by now. The majority of them all revolve around some kind of large mall. A friend of mine and I found the workers entrance, where personel actually slept. Some guy came up an assumed we were new, so he wanted to hook us up with some work. My friend told me to give a good impression, by talking in a clear and deep voice. This seemed silly, but I did it anyway, and it seemed to work. I don't really remember anything else, apart from the mall seeming extradimensional. On top of being non-euclidean (like most dreams), it also made visually no sense.

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Slept for a long time this morning and had plenty of dreams. Had a couple of beers the night before which must have resulted in me having some REM rebound. Got lucid but struggled to remain in the dream.

00.00: Sleep

12.30: Dreams and fragments
*I'm standing on a dock, fishing. The lure I'm using is copper and is great for pike. My dad shows up behind me as I cast. "Getting anything?" he asks me. "Not yet" I tell him. I can feel something tugging at the line and I start to reel it in. I spot a big silvery fish in the water. "Whoah!" I say and pull it up to the dock. I grab the fish and put it on the dock, it's a very big salmon. I decide to let him go. A I catch yet another salmon, this one even bigger but once again I let him go. All of a sudden I can feel a big jerk. I spot the fish surfacing and it's enormous. I get a big scared as I pull it up to the dock. It doesn't give much of a fight but it's still heavy.

"Can I just grab him in the gills?" I ask my dad. He nods and I do. It's the biggest cod I've ever seen. "This one's a keeper" my dad says and brings out a knife. I sit ontop of it as he stabs it in the head, killing it instantly. What a rush! I realise that fishing with a rod is not as effective as a net. I find some net lying around and jump into the water. I swim across the lake with a friend of mine, we're going to place the net across the lake.

*I'm in darkness, just beyond SP. I start imagining a scene and an alley appears infront of me. It's pretty narrow, with cobble stones under my feet. I start going down the alley, taking a few turns here and there. 'Having a gang fight here would be cool' I visualize a few shots going off. A sharp right turn is coming up. The wall gets smattered with bullets. I stop and head back the way I came, entering a door on the side. It leads into another alley with a few people in it. They're all black and wearing blue sport shirts. 'I guess I'm with the Crips.' They're shooting at some people further down the alley.

I decide to take them down. 'Fighting like Wolverine would be cool.' I run towards the group of people. They all shoot at me but I ignore the bullets and deflect some with my hands. With a closed fist I punch each and everyone once in the chest, piercing them with invisible claws. They all fall down but I don't stop. I keep on running through the alley, touching the walls. After a while I can hear my laboured breathing. 'I guess I'm fully in the dream now.' I enter a corridor which leads into a big hall of pillars.

Two guys are talking up ahead. I imagine having a gun tucked into my pants at my back. I grab it and pull it out. It's a glock. I shoot them both, one of them dying but the other one doesn't go down. All of a sudden he's telling me to follow him. I grab the dead guy's jacket. It's white as snow. "Come on! We gotta hurry!" he tells me. I pull the jacket off and put it on. We start running down the hall, it's pretty big with a circular shape. The unknown guy runs ahead of me and keeps disappearing behind pillars. 'Focus! Gotta remain in the dream.' I worry about the dream coming to an end. However it doesn't, atleast not for a minute or so. We continue down the hall and it keeps changing each time we arrive at the same place we were at in the beginning. It's like we're going back in time, pretty awesome.

*I'm playing the new COD game and my friend G is there. I take out a few guys with sniper. He starts whining about who's played the most. We check replays of all the maps recently played and draw the conclusion that he's been playing more. I play another game with a big shipwreck in the middle of the map. I get up on the ship and inspect it.

*I'm at a dinner with my cousins all around. I get into an argument with my sister about something ridiculous. She leaves the table for a while and my mom asks me why I always have to get into an argument with her. I explain that she's the one who starts them. I eat some toast and start talking to my aunt. Her son is about to get a spanking. "This is embarrassing" she says and covers her face. "Meh, don't worry about it" I tell her.

*My brother Morgan is wearing a Darth Vader costume. He's missing the helmet though and he asks me if we should get going soon. I guess we're going to a costume party or something.

12.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 12½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it! I haven't felt like taking any supplements lately, atleast not until I've had a proper lucid off them. I think that lucid was just that, and I think I'm gonna take some G+C tomorrow morning. Perhaps finally achieving my task of finding my dream weapon and smash things with it.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

??.11.2011

New Terms (WILD)

★★★★★

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

New deal: you continue to protect her, but she gets to go wherever she likes and do whatever she likes. In addition, I’m no longer subservient to you or anybody else, and in return I’ll try my best not to kill you.

Waking up, in my bed at home, though I know I’m actually on campus. I hear music playing outside. People laughing.

As I get up, I see her at the foot of the bed, simple, flowing, white dress, knowing eyes, and beautifully styled, brown, shoulder length hair.

“Mae?” I ask, just to be sure.

“Of course. Come one, let’s go downstairs.”

I extend my hand, and she takes it, giving me an anchor to the dream, as we walk down the stairs, out to the deck, into the cool night air. The hearty laughter of my father reaches me, and I know I’m entertaining guests.

I stop when I sense it. Something isn’t right.

Mae continues onwards.

“There’s some people here tonight.”

“Who?” I ask, suspicously.

“You’re mother, you’re father, and. . . Hades.” she states it in a hushed tone, as if knowing the distress it would bring me.

But instead, I grow cold, determined, as I move down, to the lower deck, previously obscured from view by a white, decorated, awning. The hot-tub gone, a long circle of comfortable chairs has replaced it. Mae takes a seat near the god himself, whose blue flaming hair and cartoonish appearance I can’t help smirking at. There are two open chairs, one between Mae and that slime-bag, the other next to my father.

“Ahh, good to see you. Please come have a seat.”

Grinning, he motions to the chair next to him. I take a seat next to my father, and make myself comfortable. The grin fades from his face, and the conversation starts to pick up again. I teleport to the chair next to Hades, making the point that I’m very much in control of the situation.

“Why are you here?” I demand.

“To make sure you understand the terms of our new agreement.”

“What? I thought part of that was everything goes back to the way it was and I never have to deal with you again.”

“No. . . That’s not the case. See, I’m here to remind you that we can still work with one another.”

I see a few cats in the yard.

“How’s Kaomea?” I ask casually.

He goes silent, as I effortlessly summon death and wipe one of the cats from existence. I turn my attention back to him.

“I take it these aren’t real?”

“What?” he looks at me like I’m crazy, then realizes I’m talking about the cat, “Yours is the only realm that names those things.”

“So, no, then?”

“What do you think?”

“I wonder what would happen if I did that to you.”

The dreams starts to waver, and I reach my hand out, placing it over the god’s head, using his blue flaming hair to anchor me in the dream, letting him know exactly where he stands.

He, and all his lackiess, stand up and start moving back into the house.

“I think we’ll be going now,” he states, trying to retain his composure.

The dream is still falling around me; the only one left on the deck besides myself is Mae. She approaches me, when I see someone watching us from the neighbor’s deck, about one-hundred yards away.

“Who’s that?” I ask Mae, pointing in the direction of the newcomer.

“Her? I’m not sure.”

I teleport up to her and Mae is quick to follow.

“Who are you?”

She straightens her posture, “Me? Just a princess.”

“Pfft, yeah, alright. Now, get the hell out of here.”

“Is there a problem?” She asks snottily.

Mae interjects, “You. You’re the problem, and I’m tired of your kind oppressing people like him!”

It looks like the two are about to rip each other apart, so I step in, “Woah, Mae. As much as I’d like to see how you fight, this is my problem, I’ll deal with it.”

“Fine. . .” Mae moves backward.

The dream shifts, as the fight ensues. I find myself inexplicably in front of a monitor, the self-proclaimed princess on the other side. Odd, but I don’t care.

Drawing a blade from my side, I immediately know how useless it will be, so I hurl at her, looking down, finding my true sword just at my feet.

I draw it and see my foe, through the screen, transformed, grotesque, surrounded by purple energy tendrils in the form of snakes. She lashes one out at me, locking my weapon in place.

“Chidori.”

Unphased, I imbue my blade with screaming lightning and instantly cut her tendril.

Pointing my katana, I try something new, “Chidori Stream,” and jets of razor sharp lightning fire from the tip of my sword as I slash her in half. Then in quarters; then eighths.

Nearly dead now, in some sort of half-defeated limbo, I try something else on her. Striking with an open palm thrust, I exclaim “Hadoken!”

A burst of blue energy erupts from my palm, immediately exploding in a blast of smoke and blood, blowing her into oblivion.

The woman gone, the dream shifts back, and Mae is there, floating at my side. Unmoved by my display of power. . .

??.11.2011

Initiate (Parts 1 and 2) (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There’s so many of us.

But still plenty of room to fight.

One at a time, they all have to fall, else I’ll be the one to go down.

Still, I can’t help enjoying the thrill of battle as I face my first opponent, a looming giant of a man, with sad, soulful eyes and the strength of a monster. With one hand he’s able to catch my true blade and hold it firm even as I charge it with screaming, vibrating, blue energy.

“I’m impressed. You should be in pieces by now. . .”

Time moves forward, as do my battles. The refined, razor sharp steel of my pure white, twisted-dragon-hilt katana, reduced to a blunt club against these foes. Tearing down my Vizard mask, with every strike I release a torrent of black energy, tinted red by my gleeful fury. Teleporting in and out, around my final enemy, I brutal beat him down with one wicked slash after another, into the ground, into darkness. *

It’s over. Three of us are left standing, all of us drenched in blood. I realize we’re the same, though our methods may be different, and it makes me sick.

“I’m done with this,” I say to them.

“Done with what?” One of them asks, suspicion and paranoia in his eyes.

“This,” I motion to the battleground around us, coated in warm blood and the bodies of countless slain warriors.

Walking off, I catch one of them say, “And you call yourself an eight!”

“I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.” I comment back, not even bothering to look.
______________

Daffodil is her name. A beautiful golden retriever, my new friend. We had spent so much time together, bonding, all in preparation for this moment, as I stand before an invisible committee.

Crouching down, stroking the top of her head to the flowing golden fur on the back of her neck, I do it quickly. My knife enters her throat cleanly, and I slide it through quickly, smoothly, minimizing her pain. But as she lies there on ground, bleeding out, I see I’ve missed the jugular. I correct my mistake immediately, ending her quiet whines, her suffering, my first task.

Now create yourself a human DC, and do the same. I hear his sick voice in my head.

No, that’s stupid. I have no issue killing illusions of my own creation.

You will do it, or you’ll fail. Him again.

But it’s pointless.

Then you fail.

. . . Fine. But I do it my way. . .

Calling out, almost immediately, I find myself a DC. A young boy named Jerry.

“Do you like baseball, Jerry?” I inquire.

“I sure do, mister,” he replies hesitantly.

“I’ve got a friend who’s really into baseball. Excellent pitcher; throws a pitch the Japanese call The Great Equalizer. . .”

And just like that we’ve formed a bond, Jerry and I. We walk for a bit, before I tell him I’ve got something to show him.

“What’s that, mister?”

I can hear he’s nervous as I draw my knife, the one I’d used a short time ago.

“This is my knife. Nice, isn’t it?

“What do you use that for?”

“Oh, killing, mostly.”

He steps back, fear on his face, and I know how much this is going to suck for both of us. So, with a flash, I activate my Geass, imprinting my will over his own. Now all Jerry wants, with his entire being, is to die by my hand. So I oblige, placing my hand on his shoulder and slashing open his throat. To quicken things, I drive my blade into his stomach and drive it upwards, destroying his heart, without breaking any bones.

He’s dead before he hits the ground.

Things begin to fade. . .

Creative. His voice, sickeningly friendly, breaks the silence, keeps me tied to the dream.

He was just an illusion. I told you already, killing DCs is meaningless.

Really? Then I suppose you wouldn’t have any trouble killing a DC of your mother? I can almost see his twisted grin.

Nope.

To prove a point, I whip up a DC who looks just like my mother, cut her throat like the others, hit her onto the ground, and stomp her skull into bits, her brain into mush.

I feel no remorse.

You have issues. He seems stunned and taken aback.

Like I said. Just a DC.

11/25/2011
Dream One
"Parenting Fail"

I was at a party with a bunch of people. Everyone was smoking out of these massive hookahs, and just kind of lounging around the house. There were like a dozen or so adults, and maybe 2 or 3 kids running around. I kept looking at these kids, a bit agitated that their parents would let them roam the house with all of these activities going on. At one point, one of the kids was just sitting in a big group of smoking adults, just staring at the hookah while someone was taking a hit, with this big look of 'wooooow, what is thaaat?' on his face. I just kind of sat there and watched, shaking my head.

Later, one of the girls was dancing around the room all provocatively to the music. She moved up to one of the toddlers and started dancing and grinding on him like he was some dude in the club. She even dropped down low and pulled him to her, planting a pretty filthy-looking kiss dead on his lips. She then pulled away and continued on dancing around the room, while the kid just stood there with this dumbfounded-toddler look on his face. I was pretty much just mentally facepalming at the whole ordeal.

Dream Two
"Blown out of the Sky"

I was lying down, naked, in an enclosed area. Another body - petite; also naked - was sleeping on top of my chest. I could already tell it was a female, and she was lying face down with her cheek practically nuzzled into my neck. I don't remember the dialogue, but I heard a male voice, outside of the enclosure, telling me that it was TW (an extremely attractive friend of mine, IRL) and she had some kind of medical condition, where if she laid on her back for too long, she would stop breathing and die. She had apparently just rolled over, on her stomach, on top of me, and so the voice told me that I had to keep her there, asleep, so that she would neither wake up nor roll back over onto her back, where she would be in danger of suffocating. I had no idea what we were even doing, lying in this chamber together, but the feeling of having here there with me was just amazing. I was just loving it. I'd always had a thing for TW, and to have her lying here on top of me was just Heaven. She shuffled softly against me, and I put a hand dow onto her lower back, feeling her soft flesh rise and fall with another breath, confirming that she was breathing well and ok to be in this position. (With the lighting and everything, it felt like the final scene in The Fifth Element, where Corbin and Leeloo are in the rejuvination chamber.)

The dream skipped ahead, and TW and I were then sitting on an airplane together. We had gotten word (over the intercom, I believe), that we were under attack from rocket fire. No sooner did we get this warning, than a rocket slammed into the far section of the plane, causing a huge explosion. The far side of the plane (which I'm guessing was the front, because we were facing that way) tore right off of the rest of the aircraft, leaving a gaping hole, through which people and chairs began streaming out of the plane, into the night sky. We could only brace against each other and watch scores of people rip away from us - flinging out to God knows where - while we, still buckled into our seats - spiraled sickeningly toward a ground that we could not see. (My notes say something about making a deal with someone, which I don't really remember the details of, but I believe it had something to do with the attack on the plane.)

Soon, we were pulling ourselves out of the wreckage, having landed on some remote island somewhere. I don't remember the actual impact, though. (It all seemed very Lost-like.) The plane was in ruins, but there were still a few survivors. Someone, who I believe might have been the pilot (even though he should have been torn away from us, with the rest of the plane), came onto the intercom, and apologized for the rough landing, but said that 'at least it was better than the last time'...whatever that meant.

We were then out in the wilderness, somewhere, and we ran across a group of bandits who held us up (presumably, the ones who shot us down). They seemed pretty primative, but they had weapons, and we didn't, so they began to take hostages. Once one of them got me in a chokehold, and I began to panic a bit, I also began to realize that I was dreaming. I held up one fist in front of me, and tried to make a large blade grow out of my knuckles. It didn't work, though, and I just could not get the weapon to materialize. Instead, I pointed to another one of the bandits, and made a 'flicking' gesture with my hand, as if I was brushing dust off of an old countertop. The man I was looking at promptly exploded and disappeared into thin air. The rest of the bandits stared at me in shock, and began to fall back. The one who'd once had a hold of me quickly let me go. Now content with the upper-hand, I let out a huge 'Shout' (taking a cue from Skyrim) and unleashed a nice shockwave of sound, which blew some of the bandits backward. I could see the shockwave roll across the high grass and a nearby river bed, blasting into a patch of trees in the distance, where a grizzly bear had been standing. The husky bear reeled from the sound wave and turned tail to run away.

Quite satisfied with this, I went to turn my attention back to the bandits and saw that there was something coming, from off to one side. It was very large and moving over the river, but there was really nothing that we could identify - because of the wanton splashes of water, shrouding the large, dark figure. At first, I thought it was a giant alligator - with a body some 15ft in diameter. But, when it got close enough to cease run/stomping through the water, its true form was revealed. It was a dragon - a pretty badass dragon, actually; all jagged, bony features and dark, nearly-black scales. It stopped in front of us, staring directly into my face, and had a short conversation with me, referring to me as the 'Dragonborn' (which is the nickname given to the lead character in Skyrim, which I have been playing lately, of course). I remember that it had the deep voice of the huge first dragon that I encountered in Skyrim, but I don't remember the conversation that we had.

Shortly after this, I was walking through a field, along with TW. I took a moment to look at my hands, trying to ground myself into the dream a bit. My left hand looked fine, but I noticed that my right hand was missing two fingers and the thumb, bony stumps left where the fingers should be. Again, my memory skips ahead a little while. We were then in a more urban area, and a group of thugs pulled up in a caravan of jeeps and SUVs. There were a few more people in my group, now, than when it was just TW and I. They held us all at gunpoint, and the leader had this weird-looking gun that looked like it had 100 taser barbs, ready to fire. From the hardcore look of the weapon, though, it looked like the barbs would do a lot more than just send a couple of 1000 volts through someone. Still lucid, though, I kept getting in the leader's face, daring him to shoot me, trying to keep his attention off of the other people in my group.

There was another transition, and TW and I were back in the wilderness - more of a jungle area, actually. We were in a small pond of murky water. We were about stomach-deep, and it was only about 12 feet wide, so there already wasn't much room for us. It seemed much smaller, though. Much more crowded. That's when I noticed there was something very large, floating in the pond, just inches in front of me. It was actually taking up most of the space in the pond. I looked at it for a moment, and couldn't figure out what. It looked very rough, like it was a patch of hard Earth that was sticking up just a few inches out of the water. Then, I noticed it had a face, and on the near side of that face, I saw one, slit-pupiled eye staring back at me. An alligator. A very, very large alligator. TW seemed to recognize it as a gator, at the same time as I did. I could see a quiet panic building up on her face, and I was feeling quite intimidated, myself. We shuffled quietly, trying to walk our way around it. I could see, though, that with every movement I made to get passed the gator, the gator's head would turn just slightly, in order to keep its eye on me. It was watching me, and I had a feeling it was about to strike at me, at any moment. I knew that this was a dream, but I wasn't really sure of what to do in the situation. I knew had to do something, though.

On instinct, I suddenly lunged at the enormous gator, landing on it's back and trying to wrap my arms around its mouth, from a mounted position. I landed a little too low on its body, though, and was only able to grab around its neck. The gator reared its head back, toward me, snapping its jaws just beside my head and grabbing ahold of my right ear with its teeth. I felt it bite down, but it didn't hurt all that match. I was, however, seemingly stuck. This thing would not let go of me, and I was not about to let go of it, giving it more room to manuever. This thing could have easily bitten the top portion of my body in half, it was so big.

The last thing I remember is splashing around in the pond, fighting this massive reptile that had a vice-grip on my ear, while TW tried to escape the water.

Finally Lucid! Yowza! Holy balls, is that realistic!

'Bout durn tam!

Anyway...

First, I had this dream where I was driving all around my neighborhood and the highway, but I was driving from the passenger seat, and I was having a hard time reaching the pedals and controlling the car. I kept crashing into things, and driving the wrong way and stuff. I knew I was causing trouble and everything, but I was in that state of mind where you're just like, "Shit, I don't even care right now. Killed your child? That's too bad. Fuck it." Eventually I caught the eye of a police officer, and he puts me in hand cuffs not because I was being arrested, but because He didn't want me trying to fight him or something.

Then, I was at this art gallery with my mom, and there was a lot of vivid art all around. I only vaguely remember this one abstract painting of a little boy, and this one painting which was just an empty canvas with a dent in the middle of it as if someone punched it. It was on the floor on this stand that allowed it to stand on its corner. I remember tripping on something and hitting it by accident, and I was relieved that no one saw me.

Then I was at this restaurant/hospital with the cast of It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia. While I was sitting on these waiting steps with Frank (Danny DeVito), he was destroying everyone's jackets and shoes. Then when we got to the front desk, there were two doctors we were talking to. They were both girls, and one of them was very attractive, but she had really low self-esteem, and thought she was ugly. Dennis, who was suddenly there, decided that he was going to take advantage of this doctor for sex. He told her that he would "pay for another check up with some extra for 'the rest'." When we were about to leave, I couldn't find my shoes because Frank destroyed them. Everyone was yelling at me because I was taking so long, but I tried to tell them it wasn't my fault. Eventually we all left, and I was suddenly in this bay with Charlie and Frank. The we were pretty close to the shore, and you could see a bridge in the background. The water was very bright and rainbow-colored. Charlie and I were making fun of Frank because he was seeing everything in a really weird way. For instance, I think the water was rainbow-colored because that's how he saw it. Also, Frank was straddling this wooden board, but because of the way he was seeing things, to him, the board looked like it was curved (like if he was sitting on a water noodle).

Suddenly I was in this room, and it was DE that it was sort of a doctor's office as well. It looked like my room, but the carpet was maroon, and there was only my bed, another bed on the other side of the room, and a door where one shouldn't be. It looked like the far side of the room went on forever. Suddenly, I was lucid. All this time doing reality checks and I get a spontaneous lucid dream. I did do some reality checks to make sure, however. I looked at the clock and noticed that it was 10:09. I knew that this was a real time (although the nine looked funny), so I looked at my hands, and noticed I had six fingers on my right hand. I took all of this very calmly, and didn't freak out at all, which is good. Also this dream was very realistic. Now I know what others are talking about when they say they confuse it with waking life. The other one and a half lucids I've had were really fuzzy. With this, I thought I was already awake. Anyway, I noticed a notebook on my bed. I looked at it, and it was DE that it was supposed to be a variation of my dream journal. When I started reading, I started losing lucidity. In the notebook were poems, and one of them was supposed to be about how life is meaningless, and it started out, "It is sully that Thanksgiving is a lifetime." I don't remember the rest, except for lines here and there that had things like, "s(eui.)ia" which I just figured was Latin or something, and I thought, "wouldn't it be something if I woke up and found out that these were real Latin words?" I thought the poem was really good so I went to write it down so I would remember it, hoping it would be there when I woke up. When I was about to start writing, I snapped to my senses and my lucidity came back. I tried to make the hot nurse from the other dream appear, but I was impatient, and I didn't use good technique (turning around, turning back) so I figured that I had no control in this dream. I walked over to the other bed and flopped down. Since there was nothing left to do, I chose to try to have an out of body experience from the lucid. I felt the vibrations of sleep paralysis while still in the dream, and when I was actually awake and laying there waiting for sleep paralysis, it had already passed. Silly me should've just explored the dream.