nightmare

Originally Posted by LiveInTheDream

A friend of mine was dead.

That's what the phone call that started it all was about. Of course I rushed to the scene of the crime as soon as I could so as to learn more about what happened, but it honestly didn't do me much good. All anyone knew for sure was that one moment my friend was alive and well and the next he was laying in a pool of blood, several knife wounds all over his body.

No one ever saw the killer. He didn't even leave fingerprints behind, so there was no good way to track him down, either. This, of course, made the last person to see my friend the primary suspect: Zachary Quinto. He was literally dragged to the scene of the crime and the police attempted to identify any sort of evidence with him.

They discovered the cuts on my friend's body matched the width and length of a knife owned by Mr. Quinto, but when they produced said knife, Zach didn't seem to recognize it. He didn't appear to be bluffing, either; he was genuinely shocked that a long, brown knife had been discovered on the floor of his home, caked in blood.

Quinto was promptly arrested, and I was asked to leave while further investigation was carried out. I was by no means satisfied, though. The next day I paid a visit to the police office to inquire about their discoveries. They told me that evidence against Quinto was insufficient and they would be letting him go later on that day, and also that the knife they found belonged to a mysterious killer known only by the alias "Knife-baby". The killer's targets seemed random; just whoever was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And this time, chance had it so that the Knife-baby killer's choice was personal.

I set out on a quest to find out just who this murderer was and bring them down myself, or otherwise set them up for arrest. It didn't take long before I met up with Quinto, who was planning to do the same thing in order to clear his own name.

We went all over the globe together, following the tiniest and most confusing trails of clues, hoping that sooner or later we'd find our guy. Sadly, the biggest help we got was the frequent news reports of the Knife-baby killer's latest victims. After enough people had been killed, we were able to line up their locations on a map like a 'connect the dots' picture and plot a line to predict where the killer would be next. The location? A research building in the Amazon jungle.

Quinto and I approached the building from a ways off, not wanting to alert anyone of our presence by the sound of a vehicle. After hacking through security at the back door, we began to make our way through the hallway, keeping our eyes peeled in all possible directions.

Suddenly, all went black. I heard a noise like a muffled explosion followed by the feedback of a thousand echoes. It hurt my ears, so I put my hands over them while crying out in pain...and as I fell to my knees, the light came back on, and I was on my knees before the dead body of a scientist who worked in the facility. Blood was everywhere, and knife wounds were clearly visible in the corpse's back. It was then that I noticed my hands were wet, so I pulled them down, away from my ears, and was horrified to see that my own hands were also caked with blood, and I held a long, brown knife in my right hand.

Quinto was unharmed, but backed up against the wall, and breathing hard. He was clearly freaked out by the whole thing. When he got his breath back, he stared at the body, and at me.

"You...you...you're the Knife-baby killer!" He said angrily, charging at me and pinning me up against the wall.

"What? Think about what you're saying! Why would I have killed my own friend, framed you, and then come all this way with you just so I could turn around and show you that I was the one all along? Do you really think I'm that stupid?" I replied.

Quinto let go and backed off, huffing with frustration that we'd missed the killer again.

"So how does this work?" He asked. "Does the killer ever actually kill anyone? Or does he just use us as proxies?"

"Wait a minute, so you're saying you did kill my friend?"

"You know that's not true! I saw what you just saw! Blackness, then that noise, then a dead body sitting at my feet, and a long brown knife and blood in my hands. But I got rid of the knife; I got rid of the knife!! The killer obviously wanted me to be framed...that's why he put the knife back in my house! And now he wants you as well. Maybe that's how he handles people who have leads on his location. Puts them in prison by false accusation."

"Then let's follow him, before he gets away!"

We turned back to the door we'd come in, and found it still wide open. There was a moment of self-hatred, thinking we'd just created the killer's escape route. That was the final straw. We charged outside just in time to see a black figure running into another building a short ways away.

"There he is!" Quinto pointed.

The chase was on! We smashed through the door to the building and kept running, absolutely determined not to let this guy get away. We were gaining on the figure, who was still black as a shadow even up close, and then we followed him around a corner...only to hear a scream and see the Knife-baby killer throwing himself over us, knocking us both to the ground.

When I got up, I was no longer in the building, Quinto was no longer there, and the Knife-baby killer was completely out of my memory. The dream continued on as a rather typical false-awakening.

Still no lucid dream, but it's cool non-lucids like this that make me not mind so much

Originally Posted by LiveInTheDream

Well, I'm getting pretty tired of not having decent lucids, so I'm going back to the constantly-RC method. I'll keep trying WILDs here and there cuz they're so much better when they work, but I'm not getting them to work consistently enough for me.

Since an important part of DILD is dream recall, I thought I had better write down what I remember of last night.

I wasn't actually in the dream; it was like a mental movie. There was a guy (I think his name was Martin) who was staying in a room at his girlfriend's house because he had no job and no money. The gf was some sort of psychiatrist or something like that, and was trying to get Martin a job with her, but he needed specific training before he could. So he got the details, packed what little he had, and headed off to different locations for the training.

It wasn't but a day after he left that his gf got a phone call from her boss. "You may want to tell Martin to look elsewhere." She said. "We've found someone for the job." Martin's gf was shocked. "And this person has all the necessary training for the position?" She asked. "Well...no." Boss replied. "Actually, she has no training at all. But she's got what it takes; you just have to see her with a patient! I think she'll end up teaching us, not the other way around." Now the gf was really distressed. Not only had the spot for Martin been filled contrary to previous plans, and he was getting training he couldn't afford without getting the job as well, but it was all happening for someone with no training! After a brief silence, the boss added, "You should probably meet her. Could I send her over to your place tomorrow? I think it would be a nicer place for a chat than at the office." "Uh, yeah...sure."

Next thing I know, the scene 'cut' to a different person. It was yet another girl (pretty sweet way to dream, right?) who lurked in the shadows (ok maybe not) and was watching Martin's girlfriend's boss at her desk. At first there were other people there, talking to her, but as soon as they all left, the lurker woman walked out and started speaking in commands. "You will not hire the new girl. You will tell her there has been a mistake and she cannot work here." As she spoke, the boss's eyes seemed to roll back in her head and black streaks appeared in both of them, swirling around. I could tell the boss was being controlled. But fortunately, the newcomer appeared just then. She was a pretty brunette that wore glasses; nothing at all like the other, rather dumpy people in the dream. "Let her go!" The newcomer shouted. Her words seemed to throw the evil woman back with a force, and she ran off first chance she got. The boss's eyes returned to normal. "What was that?" The boss asked. "I was totally unable to control myself!" "I don't know," the newcomer replied, "but I don't think we've seen the end of this one."

Again the scene 'cut' to a different location; this time a public phone in a train station. Martin was calling his gf. I can't remember all their dialogue, but she told him about the job no longer being available, and meeting with the newcomer the next day. She said that the whole thing sounded weird, and if possible, she would try to convince the boss not to hire the new girl because of her lack of experience. But still, it wasn't much comfort to Martin. He knew that without a job, he was financially screwed.

It was the following day, then, and the newcomer was knocking at the door of Martin's gf. She was suddenly in an apartment now instead of a house. "Come in." The reply to the knock came. But it wasn't Martin's gf's voice. The newcomer opened the door, and found Martin's gf standing there, motionless, black swirls in her eyes. Next to her was the evil woman. "Now you listen to me." The evil woman said. Martin's gf robotically spoke the same words at the same time; it was like their brains had been connected, and the evil woman's was the dominant of the two. "Do what I say, or she <Martin's gf> dies." The newcomer was strangely able to resist the mind-controlling power of the evil woman. "You don't have to live this way." She told the evil woman. "I can help you." The evil woman laughed, which also made Martin's motionless girlfriend laugh in an emotionless and robotic tone. The two laughs combined were chilling. "Help me? I'm doing this for you." The newcomer raised a single eyebrow in confusion at the evil woman's saying. "I'm doing this for her!" She continued, pointing at Martin's gf. But then something really weird happened. The evil woman looked not just in my direction as the spectator, but at me, even though I wasn't there. I could feel my real body for a moment, but then it got sucked in, and I was standing in that apartment room, also motionless and unable to move of my own accord. "I'm doing it...for him!" I then felt my eyes rolling back into my head, unstoppably, and black swirls began to cover my vision. But then I heard the newcomer start panicking. "No! Don't!" She cried. "He controls the dream; if you control him, you'll kill us all! We can't exist without him being the one in control!" The evil woman snapped back (the gf still saying all of her words at the same time: "Idiot! We'll stop existing as soon as he wakes up!" Then I felt myself uncontrollably begin to say the same things as the evil woman as well. "If I take control of him, we can continue existing forever! None of us have to die! I'm saving us all!" But at the same time as the evil woman was talking, I was thinking about what the newcomer had said about it being a dream. Pretty soon, I realized...it was a dream! Summoning all my energy into one panicked move, I thrust my head forward, said, "Not today!" (which the gf said at the same time as me, this time) and with one jerk of my head (the only thing I could move), I broke the dream like a pane of glass, and woke myself up.

Such a weird, weird concept...a DC being afraid of dying, and thereby attempting to take control of my mind so I wouldn't wake up?? I don't think I want to dwell on that one...

Originally Posted by LiveInTheDream

Ok, well I'm not supposed to say too much about this, but I've been on a secret mission with LDing lately, but for some reason every time I try to do it, if I'm getting near lucidity I get kicked out of lucidity, and the dream always ends up a nightmare

Last night's nightmare was particularly memorable...I think if I get the chance I'll even turn it into a movie scene.

I was in my room, and at first, everything was normal. But then, I noticed something strange...there was a worm on the ground. Then I turned around. There were a few more. Turned and looked around again, more worms, and even bigger and thicker now! "Well that's weird...how are they getting in here?" I said. Then I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I pulled the leg on my pants up so I could see, but quickly wished I hadn't. About 5 of those huge, thick worms had bitten into me and were now entirely in my leg, eating away at it, visible through a top layer of skin. The other worms were coming near me now, too, and I was surrounded. I dashed for the door, but multiple worms got into me after that, all eating away at my legs and arms from the inside, not to mention the disgusting sight of having a worm bulging through your skin. I may be a guy, but I still screamed. The door slammed behind me, I ran for the nearest person and begged them to help me get the worms out. "You're going to live," they told me, "but there's only one way to get those worms out." "Well do it already! please!" They reached down and pinched one of the worms on my leg. It let out a little, sickening cry and then rushed up through my leg towards my head. It felt so weird and disgusting...but not nearly as much as what happened next. After the worm got up to my head, I started choking and gagging, and then I coughed really hard, and blood came out along with the worm. Then I looked down and saw how many more worms were all throughout my body. There were easily 30 left for me to cough up that way, and then I still had a whole room full of them to deal with! Or so I thought. I turned and looked and saw a million more of them flooding into the house from the outside. There was nothing left to do but run! So I ran for the closest windows and tried to smash it and get outside. But I couldn't. The worms were coming closer, getting into the room, devouring the person who had just helped me. I had only a few seconds left...

...and then I woke up. Man that one really freaked me out! All day long I've felt like I'm feeling those things getting into my legs and arms, even though I know they aren't there...it was just so creepy!

Originally Posted by LiveInTheDream

I just lived out three months of my life last night. It was the worst dream I have ever had in my entire life. If it were a movie, it would be rated R, or higher. By necessity, I have recorded foul language, but blocked out certain characters. Sorry it is so long, but it's hard to record three months at once and keep it short.

I was first aware of the dream when I became lucid. Oh, that I had not! I tried leaving the building I was in and going to Pandora, I tried using telekinesis, I tried doing everything, but even though I was lucid, I could do nothing. I was as limited in this dream as I am in real life. I couldn't even wake myself up. There were a couple others in the concrete and steel-piped room, but they simply watched me try to go through the wall as if it were expected of me as a newcomer. I shouted out in one final attempt, and only succeeded in hurting myself.

“No point in trying to escape.” An old man in the room said to me, slowly and depressed. “From this point on, all you can do is your best. The tests...will not be easy.”

I held up my hands, giving up. “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

The old man sighed. “Then...there is no hope for you.”

Just then, I saw a light on the floor; a door was opened behind me. Guards came in, wearing gas masks and black army uniforms. The leader said, “Take that one” as he pointed at me. His voice was deep and forbidding; he didn't have to shout or emphasize his words because it was obvious from his voice alone that no one would dare challenge him.

I didn't react to them at first. I figured if they grabbed me, I could just phase through their arms. But when they grabbed me and I realized I couldn't do that, I panicked. I fought and kicked and punched, but nothing I did could get me out of their iron grasp. “Sedate him!” The guard on my right hissed. “What? Sedate? No, no, no, no!” I watched in horror as the lead guard came into view with a needle and slowly pressed it into me. Things started fading. All was black.

I woke up momentarily in my bed and RC'd it to be real, but I couldn't stay there for long. It was like something was pulling my mind back into the dream, and it was soon successful. When I was back in the dream, I was just waking up from the sedative. I RC'd again and found myself dreaming, but lucidity again did nothing for me. I was trapped. The dream was totally realistic. Even my vision wasn't perfect, and as in real life, if I closed my eyes, I saw little spots. I was really there in mind and spirit, and now body as well, in the greatest possible sense. I sat up, depressed.

“Welcome back.” I heard a voice say. When I looked up, I saw a middle-aged woman with curly red hair standing there. “I'm Dr. Grace Augustine.” She said.

“Doctor...so you're not being tested too?”

She smirked, and then began to work some computer machinery as she spoke.

“Oh, I'm being tested. We're all being tested, save the big man himself. Here.”

She gave me a cup of water, which I took gratefully.

“Who is the big man?” I asked after a swig.

Grace stopped for a moment before answering.

“That is a very dangerous question. Honestly, no one really knows the answer. No one's ever seen him, not anyone from this level. Some believe he's in disguise undergoing his own tests, but I know better. I may not have met him, but I've spoken with him, and believe me, he's not in this for a science experiment. There's something much deeper at hand. Anyway, for lack of a better title, people around here call him the G-Man.”

“What are these tests? What are they for?”

Dr. Augustine handed me a clipboard with papers on it detailing an organization called the “D.N.A.”

“The DNA is a human research organization of the government.” Grace explained as I skimmed the pages, disappointed that the text wasn't changing like it should in a dream. “It's to...study human behavior; put people in a series of varying living conditions and see how their environment affects them.”

“Well,” I explained, “I'm a Christian; I doubt they'll find my living circumstances to change me in the ways they expect.”

I could tell Dr. Augustine wasn't convinced.

“We'll see about that.” she said as she pulled a nearby lever.

A steel bulkhead door opened behind her.

“This way to your first room.”

I got up and followed her down several dark hallways. The walls and ceiling were made entirely out of pipes, and the floor of a paneled steel square, with metal grating lining the left and right sides. One of the pipes was leaking, spraying steam out into the air and giving the area a very creepy atmosphere. Finally we reached a door.

“And this,” said the doctor, opening the door. “Is your room.”

Inside was a small room that looked very much like a little house's living room. It was smaller than the average hotel room, carpeted bright red and walls left white (and peeling at some points). Basic appliances were there, such as a television and a refrigerator, but they were old, small, and very outdated in appearance. Three people were in there, one a guy a bit taller than me with blonde hair and a thin face, and two girls, one an equally taller red-head and the other a shorter brunette. All of them looked to be about my age. They had the TV going and honestly seemed to be enjoying themselves. Their presence definitely cheered the whole situation and made me think that maybe there was some positive aspect to all of this.

“Food will be brought to you once every day.” Dr. Augustine explained. “You must ration it out for yourselves and save each of the portions in the fridge.”

“That's it?”

“That's it.”

“How long do I have to be here?”

“One month.”

“A month!? You gotta be kiddin' me, you can barely walk around in this place!”

“You have a backyard. Just don't try to go beyond the fence. Now get in there, or I'm going to have trouble with the boss.”

“Alright, alright!”

I walked inside.

“One month.” Said Dr. Augustine as she closed the door behind her.
I just stood there for a moment, silent, not believing the situation I was in. I RC'd again and found myself to still be dreaming, or at least, not in my normal body. Honestly, I don't know where I was then. It was all too real. I took a couple steps inward, and the guy there turned and looked at me.

“Oh, hey! The new guy's here!”

The girls waved and said 'hi' as well. I just sat down on the floor next to the guy, since no chairs were around.

“So how long'a you been here?” I asked.

“Three months.” The guy said, with the girls nodding their agreement with the guessed time.

“Huh, what? I thought we were only supposed to be here one month?”

“No man, that was you!” he said as he put his arm on my shoulder. “You're the one we've been waiting for! The test setup isn't complete without a second male. Here, check the paper.”

He flipped through my clipboard until he came to a page on test 1.

“'This test must be conducted regardless all circumstances with two males and two females. The government reserves the right to keep an incomplete test's subjects in their environments until suitable additions have arrived'.” I read. “This is crazy! I didn't even sign up for this.”

“Nobody does.” The brunette said. “And yet...everyone does. Look at the last page.”

I did, and there was a signature on the dotted line. My signature. I couldn't believe it.

“I...I didn't do this!”

“Everyone who is born signs their signature there from simply being alive.” The guy explained.

“Great. So what are we supposed to do?”

“Didn't Grace tell you?” the redhead chimed in. “Live on rations for a month. It's not much, but we can definitely live on it.”

“Is there really no way out of this?”

To that, no one spoke for a long time. Finally, the brunette broke the silence.

“Only a few have tried. They wanted to climb over the fence. No one knows what happened to them, but they never came back, and the government will act like they never existed if you ask them about it.”

“Outstanding.”

“Well hey,” the guy suggested. “How about we play a game? You know, loosen the tension.”

“Sounds good to me.” The brunette agreed.

“What about you?” The redhead asked, looking at me. “You in?”

I sighed.

“Why not...nothing else to do.”

So we played a game of monopoly, and learned each others names. The blonde guy was Truman, the brunette was Mia, and the redhead was Danielle. I didn't know them, but I don't think I really needed to in order to understand that they had something. They had been living in semi-poverty for three months, and they were the happiest people I'd met in a long time.

The days went on after that. As Grace had said, food was brought in once every day, and we had to ration it out and save what we could in the fridge. Even though there was little, everyone simply learned to think of the other three before themselves. There was no selfishness in that little place, which I think was supposed to be part of the test. To prove one or another of us to be selfish and in the process despise the others. But it never came close to happening. Every day we read the Bible to each other and it was our greatest source of encouragement. We were about as much a family as could be.

Still, I came to feel something special for Mia. I didn't say anything about it to her. I didn't have to. Every time I went to bed I knew she'd be there the next day and that I'd spend every moment with her, so why complicate things? It wasn't like she didn't know. Once, Mia fell terribly sick, to the point of death. We were told that medicine would be exchanged for some of the daily rations, and I volunteered to give mine up so that Mia could get better, which she did. By this point, I was actually beginning to get beyond acceptance of my life and actually enjoy it this way. Every day was...was very pure. It was all about putting others first and living life to the best possible way for the sake of everyone else. I figured out that Truman had feelings for Danielle, and although it would have been very easy, nobody slept together. We kept to our own corners of the room at night and didn't cross any boundaries. It was a kind of life that I would have lived for a long time.

But a month is just a month. Eventually the day came when Dr. Augustine visited our door and told me to say goodbye to my friends. I was very glad at this point that I had said nothing to Mia; it would have made things even harder. I told her goodbye the same way I did the other two; with nothing more than a hug and a word. It was very painful to be torn away from them, but guards were there to assist if I didn't comply of my own free will.

When I was outside and the guards saw I wasn't fighting, they walked away for Dr. Augustine to handle me.

“Why do this?” I asked, frustrated. “Why pull me away from them?”

“Your test was for one month. Boss's orders. I don't make up the rules, kid.”

We walked a bit farther and no one spoke.

“You're going to have a break today.” Grace said. “Back in the room you started in.”

“Why? Why not get the tests over with?”

“I told you I don't make up the rules.”

I went back inside the concrete room and sat on the concrete bed. It was like a prison cell.

“Great. So I'm here. What now? Just sit and take a break?”

“No.”

And then something really weird happened. As Grace said,

“The boss wants to see you.”

My environment faded into total darkness, and Grace morphed into a guard, emitting a blue glow that was painful to look at. Her voice changed to that of the guard as well, giving an eerie feeling about me. Then the guard disintegrated and was taken up into the air. I screamed in fear and tried to run, but I found myself colliding with a wall in the darkness, falling down, knocked out.

Again I woke up for real, but was pulled back into the dream by a force other than me.[/COLOR

When I woke up in the dream, I was in the piped hallway. I took one small step and heard my foot echo all the way down the hallway and around the pitch black corner. Then I heard a gut-wrenching scream, and a dead man limped around the corner. This was no Half-life zombie; this guy was really dead and decaying, and walking towards me. I turned and ran into the darkness of the corner, found a stack of boxes over to the side, and tried to knock it over to block the way. I saw the dead man round the corner, keeping after me. The boxes were too heavy...but then, just in time, they fell, and with another sickening cry, the dead man admitted defeat. I heard him walk away, and then I was left alone, my heart pounding, sure that another of them was going to end up being right behind me, against the wall as well.

“Well, well, well.”

The voice startled me so bad that I thought there was a zombie behind me, but it turned out there wasn't.

“Who are you?” I called out.

“Who am I?” The voice replied, slow, quivering, and dry, sending chills up my spine. “The question is: who are you? That's why we're doing these tests. To discover you. Isn't that right?”

I got his point, but I didn't like it. I remained pinned to the wall, heart racing. The voice laughed wickedly.

“You see? Your eyes are blind. You speak of understanding, but you do not know what you are talking about.”

“What are you talking about?” I finally gathered the courage to say. “What was that last test for? Why did I have to be pulled away? I was living right, and I had the truth.”

“You are looking for truth, and right. But you do not know what you speak of. You may have passed the first test, but I wonder, was it you, or was it the others around you?”

“They were good people. They don't deserve to be imprisoned by you!”

“I didn't put them in prison. You did.”

“I would never do such a thing!”

“Oh,” the voice replied, undaunted. “You don't know what you would do. It's Murphy.”

“Murphy as in Murphy's laws?” I mumbled so quiet that no one could hear it.

“Yes...somehow your pathetic human was the only one to understand. It doesn't matter what you believe, or where you are. Sooner or later, you will give in. It's all...just...a matter...of...time.”

I especially hated the way he said that last part.

“Now, go. Your next test awaitssss.”

Suddenly, the dead man broke through the boxes and ran after me. My legs froze; I couldn't make myself run, I was so afraid. But then, a blue light shone around him, and as I fainted, I could see my environment reverting to the lab with Grace Augustine.

I briefly woke up in real life yet again, but yet again was pulled back asleep.

I awoke in the dream with the doctor waving a light over my eyes and saying my name, trying to get me to come to. When I finally did, I sat up on the concrete bed and RC'd. I tested to be dreaming.

“What the h*ll was that? Get me out of this right now!”

“I can't do that.” Grace said. “Come on. It's time for your next test.”

I was taken outside, which looked a lot like Pandora, honestly, save I wasn't in the midst of trees. The testing facility was all up on a plateau, overlooking a forest, with an active volcano in the far distance. The sky was red and orange from the sunrise. I was led through various gates that required the doctor's authentication, and eventually came to a tree.

“Here you go.” said the doctor. “Test number 2.”

“Huh! A tree? Are you kidding?”

“Nope. For the next month, you are to live here. There's shelter already built for you towards the top.”

“Who's in it?”

“No one. The point of this test is to see how you behave for a month when you are alone. Food rations will come out once a week...”

“What!? Once a week?”

“...but there are weapons in the tree house for you to hunt your own food.”

“Great.”

“Trust me, you'll want to learn how to fight well. You think all the animals are stuck on the ground? Think again. Now go on.”

I looked around me. There were guards at every possible exit and escape. The fences were of latticed barbed wire. It was comply or die.

“Listen...I'm not supposed to tell you this, but after this test you'll get to see Mia again.” Dr. Augustine told me. “One month. That's all you have to endure. Don't kill yourself now!”

I looked at the factory as if it were the embodiment of the G-Man and the voice I had just heard.

“Son of a bit**.”

But I climbed up the tree then—for Mia.

I don't know that I want to or even can go into details about that month. It was horrible. Weather was hot, water was scarce, and so was food. The weapons were all hand-made and very pitiful. I had to sharpen each blade and tweak each arrow for balance before even attempting to use them. Of course the initial rations of food were not good enough for the week, so I had to go hunting. That didn't go so well. I was wary of every creature at first, trying to fight without being hurt, but one strange creature ended that attempt by biting the back of my arm.

“Ow! S**t!”

I then beat down the animal and tore at it with all my might, taking out my anger, temporarily forgetting all about the meat. I pulled it by the tail back to my tree, leaving streaks of dark blood on the dirt and grass. By that time it was night, I was sore, tired, and too hungry to go on. I barely was able to climb back up the tree to sleep. I didn't RC...I didn't want to. I knew where I was, that dream or no dream I couldn't change anything about my situation. I thought about Mia, and cried. Thinking of her made me want to read the Bible, but I could not, because I didn't have one with me, and my mind was too dulled and emotional to recall any memorized verses.

I ended up falling asleep that night with rain pouring through the leaky roof of the wooden tree house. About the only good thing about it was that it cleaned the wound on my arm.

The next day, I got out of the tree to find yesterday's kill completely devoured by other creatures.

“D*m* it!”

I spent the day hunting, and this time I got the meat from the kill right away, made a fire, and tried to cook it as best as possible. It tasted horrible; tough and dry, with no seasoning or spice to it at all. But it was food. I couldn't appreciate it, though. Not doing it for myself. There was no love in that; only hatred. Hatred for the G-Man, hatred for the pesky animals, hatred for my situation, even hatred for myself. By the end of that month, I was as much an animal as the beasts that I killed. My muscles were all huge and solid, my hair long and rough, and my mouth foul. I didn't pray, I didn't think about the Bible...all I thought about was Mia during the day, and the G-Man and the dead man during the night. Many times I was afraid that I had heard the cry of that demon in the night, when it would turn out to be a bird or some other creature.

It was only a month, but it seemed an eternity.

Finally the day came where I climbed back up into the tree house and found Dr. Augustine there. She was examining some pictures of Mia I had drawn on tree bark and hung on the walls.

“Excellent work.” She said.

I glared at her.

“I ought to kill you.”

“I don't. Make. The rules. Besides, you get to see Mia now, because I'm going to take you to her. You should be happy to see me again.”

“I'm happy just to see another living soul again! I've been here alone for far too long. I just wish it didn't have to be you or anyone associated with the d*m* DNA.”

“Tough luck. Come on, buddy.”

I was taken to a car with the DNA logo on the side, put in, and driven to what Grace said was my third and final test environment.

When we got there, I looked out the window to behold a huge mansion.

“And that is your new home.” said the doctor.

“You serious? It's fu**ing huge!”

“And this time, no rations.”

“What!? How am I supposed to live? There are no animals in this place!”

“No rations. You get ten million dollars to spend however you wish; on food, clothes, whatever.”

“You're kidding.”

She shook her head.

“Holy s**t!” I laughed. “Well this will be a breeze after living in the woods for so long.”

“Well good luck, then. Here's the key. The place is yours. After one month here, we're shipping you back home. Make the most of it.”

“Yeah, seriously!” I said, taking the key and dashing out the door.

When I got inside, the place was incredible; three stories high and hundreds of rooms on each floor. There was a fountain in the middle of the entrance area, and huge stair cases on both sides. Mia was there, and saw me come in from the top of one of the stair cases. She called out my name, and I called out hers, and we ran to meet each other.

“What happened to you!?” she asked. “You're filthy! And your clothes...they're all torn up!”

“They made me live out in a tree house for the past month! A d*m* tree house! Rations came only once a week; I had to hunt for the rest.”

“You poor thing! Come on, let's get you to the shower. There's clothes and everything you need up in the master bedroom.”

She led me upstairs and to the room she spoke of. It was an amazing place; the bed was big enough for someone 9 feet tall to comfortably fit in, and the accommodations in the bathroom were just as extravagant. Mia was just about to leave so I could get cleaned up, but I turned and put her hands in mine before she could.

“I'm afraid that if I let you go I'll never see you again.” I said.

She smiled.

“I'll wait right outside. Not a step farther away.”

“Thank you.”

It was great to get cleaned up after a month of filthiness. After a shower in the bathtub with jets and floor lamps, I trimmed my hair and shaved in front of a fifty-foot mirror. I never could get over the fact that was a multimillionaire and this was my new home for the next month. I didn't care, though. I knew how to live without money at all. It was Mia that I cared about.

When I went into the bedroom to get dressed, I noticed a PDA on the bed. It hadn't been there before. I picked out an outfit and tried to ignore the device...but somehow it grabbed my attention. I touched the screen, and it turned on. A man with a gnarled, wrinkled face wearing a suit appeared on the screen. He was hideous. I didn't even need to ask to know he was the G-Man.

“You son of a bit**! What do you want with me?”

“Careful. Don't forget who gave you all this, and Mia.” He said in his usual, slow and devious manner.

“Who the h*ll are you, really?”

He ignored me.

“I'm here to tell you about this device. This is what you will use this month to do everything.”

“Like what? Why would I use s**t that you and your half-a**ed guards sneaked into this place?”

“You will use it to make purchases.” He continued, undaunted.

The screen changed to illustrate what he was talking about.

“I have made hundreds of bookmarks for you. Web stores, magazines, everything is all right here for you at the touch of a button. There's even vast adult web content available at low prices.”

“I'm not interested in adult web content.”

“We shall see.”

And with that, he was gone. Mia knocked on the door.

“Is someone in there with you?”

I turned to look at the door.

“Oh. No! No, just talking to myself.”

When I looked back down at the device, the G-Man had made it automatically switch to one of those bookmarked adult web pages.

“D*m* it!”

I tapped the home button on the PDA and shoved it into my pocket. Then I opened the door for Mia.

There was something about the way she turned to look at me that made her stunningly beautiful in the red dress she was in.

“Mia...there's something I have—I need—to tell you.”

“You can tell me anything.”

“Mia...” I took her hands in mine again. “I love you.”

I saw a tear form in the corner of her eye, and then she threw her arms around me.

“I thought I'd never get the chance to hear you say it!”

Things went very well the rest of that day. Mia and I went exploring the huge house, uninterrupted by anyone else. Since many rooms were empty, we also did some shopping. Well, I did, anyway. I told Mia I would order things; I didn't show her just how. See, I couldn't delete the bookmarks on the device, and I didn't want Mia to find them and think that I had put them there. So a 70-inch plasma screen TV, a water slide for the backyard pool, paintings by famous artists, you name it, all came in without Mia ever knowing just how I was ordering.

It would have been a good month, except for the fact that Mia and I got so caught up in riches that we left behind the Bible and God and lived for ourselves. We couldn't leave our estate because guards would stop us, so marriage wasn't an option, and therefore, rather than make the right choices, we simply started sleeping together. But our love was quickly turning to selfishness, and so more and more those bookmarks became a temptation for me.

Eventually, I resisted no more. I thought Mia was on the other side of the mansion, so I pulled out the device and opened the first bookmark in the list. Not ten minutes later, Mia came back and found me there with the device. And yes, she did think I had put the bookmarks there. But that hardly mattered now; I had given into them, which was a far worse deed.

In the middle of our argument over the issue, blue lights shone from us both, and we were taken to the cement place I had first arrived at. Grace wasn't there, the G-Man wasn't there, but we could hear his voice.

“You claimed to love this woman, but look at what you did!” His spine-chilling voice shouted.

Then we were transported back to the first test room.

“Remember what you were? Look at yourself now!”

This time, only I had the blue light. Mia grabbed for me.

“Mia! Don't!”

She didn't have time. I was transported to the dark hallway with the pipes, and I was utterly alone, standing beneath the only light in the entire place. Behind me I heard the cry of the dead man again, but when he rounded the corner, I saw not just him, but an army of dead men behind him.

I swore and ran away. They advanced behind me, faster and faster. I took twists and turns down the hallway, but at one point I had three options. Back, left, or right. Behind me was darkness and dead men, so I turned left. To my horror, more dead men swarmed in on that side of me as well. I screamed and ran, the decaying, limping bodies crying out after me.

I began to realize as I ran that even the bright moments had been deception the past three months. It was all a trick, all a lie, and I had given into it all. I had been weak and easily decieved, I had become the very thing I hated, and now I was about to be destroyed by the very thing I feared most.

I was lucid, but I couldn't wake up, I couldn't fight, I couldn't flee. The worst fear I've ever had set in as I realized that as far as reality was concerned, this was real, and there was no escaping it.

There was one last corner for me to go around, but when I did, the army of dead men was already there. I was trapped this time. Quickly, I searched for more boxes, and found them, but knocking them over did no good. Hundreds of zombies were on both sides of me this time, and they were very strong. I held up the walls with my own hands and feet, but I knew I was only prolonging the inevitable. I couldn't hold them off forever, and there was nowhere else to go. They reached their decaying hands through holes in between boxes and clawed desperately at me in the darkness.

Cusses and swears came from my mouth, and then the G-Man joined in the racket with his wicked laughter.

“You wanted to find right and truth.” He said, still slowly, his voice still quivering, and chilling as ever. “Well, you found it. Or should I say...you found them.”

“What!? These are you. You!”

“No, these are you.”

I finally began to understand, but I didn't want to.

“No, no, no, no!” I cried.

“Yeessss.” The G-Man hissed. “Every one of them is a work of yours; a tragedy. Weren't you a Christian? Then look around you.”

The armies of dead men began to cry louder and beat harder against the walls of boxes.

“You see? All there is...is tragedy. So much for Christianity.”

“This can't be right. This can't be true. This isn't. It isn't!” I tried to convince myself, and control the dream. It was no use. I was still pinned, growing weaker by the moment.

That speech seemed to crush everything about me; like the past three months had all been a sick game played just to prove to me that I would give into temptation if put in the wrong environments for enough time.

Suddenly the pressure against the boxes eased, and the zombies were gone...or so I thought.

A moment later, their faces came into view by the thousands, all behind one gnarled and twisted face of an old man that appeared right in front of me.

“Tragedy is all that is, and that is what makes it right. It's Murphy. It's all...just...a matter...of...time.”

With that, the G-Man snapped his fingers, and all was snuffed out in darkness. I wasn't in body then, but spectating, and I zoomed out and saw a briefcase being closed over my clipboard of papers. When it shut, the ten stars on the DNA symbol lit up.

“We have his DNA now. I just hope it was worth doing to the poor fellow.” A rather heavy government worker said as he picked it up.

The G-Man was sitting behind a desk, which I saw as things continued to zoom out.

“Trust me. All of it is in that DNA. Right and wrong, good and evil...it's all pointless and meaningless...a fabrication of fragile, disgusting humanity. With this DNA, we have the ability to decide for ourselves what is good, and what is evil.”

“You better be right.”


And then I woke up with a start. I might need to illustrate this a bit, since just reading it is not nearly as scary. I've never felt so scared, so betrayed, so deceived...I became a wicked, wicked person, not all that unlike who I really am, just less bridled. It's a very sobering story, especially since the G-Man's face and that line “It's Murphy. It's all...just...a matter...of...time” are not unfamiliar to me. I saw them both early on as a little kid. I called the G-Man “the gray man who stands next to my bed and brings dreams to me.” And he said that line more than once before.

If there's not something of the devil involved in all this, I don't know where it came from...

EDIT: A couple illustrations can be found here. I didn't spend too long on them, but the first one is pretty accurate, and the second one is exactly right.

Originally Posted by LiveInTheDream

(Sorry there was no entry yesterday...really there was nothing to report, but what really happened is I just totally forgot )

Tried to WILD last night...it was my first attempt to do so for a little while. I figured that by taking a short break from trying, I'd increase my chances of success. I was right.

It wasn't long (about half an hour) before I was in SP in full, seeing tons of increasingly vivid HI, and feeling myself slipping into the dream state, still maintaining the proper level of consciousness. But then something weird happened. My eyelids started to quiver, and then they nearly opened--for real, not in the dream, like I was expecting--I successfully stabilized them, but not without losing the HI, and weakening the SP a bit. I tried just waiting for more HI to come, but when it did, I never reached the dream state, and it just disappeared within a few seconds.

When I opened my eyes and admitted defeat, it turned out that a couple hours had passed in this dreamless sleep paralysis, which felt really strange, because even though I had been conscious the whole time, it felt like I had actually slept for a while. I mean, it was kind of cool, being conscious while being asleep, but I'd much rather have lucid dreams than spend all night just waiting for the night to be over!

It was doubtful that WILD would succeed after that, so I tried just to DILD. Problem was, my sleep schedule was so messed up by that point that it took me a very long time to get into a dream state; I kept just slipping back into that waking sleep. When I finally did dream, it was like my vision was blurry and my hearing was bad; all that I could get out of the dream was a couple people standing in front of me, telling me things that I couldn't hear well enough to understand. I couldn't make out their faces, either. But suddenly, one of them put their hand on my shoulder and turned me to face a holographic image. In that moment I saw that I was in some science lab like the one from Avatar. "I suppose you're one of them, now." The person said, pointing to the image, which I saw was a group of Na'vi. "You better get in your body."

That's all I remember. I guess I've officially jumped on the bandwagon of Avatar dreaming...maybe I can actually go lucid and visit Pandora again sometime

Originally Posted by LiveInTheDream

11:14pm

Went to sleep without well-set intentions. "Maybe I'll WBTB...I'll set an alarm for 4:30am. I'll leave my PC on so I can get o DV if I decide to get up." It was still too much 'up-in-the-air', though; I made no firm decision about following through. However, I ended up awakening at 2:21 having already been in REM, so that WBTB failed from the outset, but helped me guess a better time to set the alarm for. Another issue was that having my PC on meant a blue power light was flashing in my eyes all night long...it ended up working on me like a Nova Dreamer and influencing my dreams. For sake of time I'll only put one of them on this dream journal; I've already got the other one written down elsewhere. (yep, I'm still sticking with two dreams recalled every night, but they are increasing in clarity very rapidly now, and I can remember details from them for longer periods of time.)

The first dream began in a dystopia, an island that was mostly covered with water. Still, the water was not too deep for construction. The Vegas-like place was mostly up on stilts, with bridges for roads and sidewalks. In this town, I watched as a spectator as a warning rumor spread around that the water had become mixed with too many chemicals and would explode in one day, causing near-atomic reactions. Many heeded the warning and evacuated in time, but several foolish, wild party-ers remained behind to have 'fun' without the others around to talk bad about their lifestyle. As this went on, the setting sky turned red and orange, reflecting blood in the water. The parties went on. Finally, however, one girl realized something was wrong and pulled her boyfriend out to the docks. "What's going on? Let's go back and have fun!" He said. She paid no attention, but tried to find the fastest boat she could. She made her choice and then proceeded to untie it from the docks. "I think the rumor about this place is right!" She said. "We have to get out of here before something happens...I just know something is going to happen!" The boyfriend didn't seem to care. "Oh come on, let's just go back." "No!" She persisted. "Please! Let's just leave now! We can come back if nothing happens!" A little boom echoed in the distance, as if the beginning of a chain reaction explosion had begun. The boyfriend jumped into the boat with his girlfriend and they tried to speed away before it was too late. They barely made it out of the docks before the entire island combusted and exploded, destroying everything in its path; radiation was very intense. The blast radius was far too big for the two people to escape, though. It caught up to them and destroyed them in the most gruesome way I have ever seen. These weren't your normal Quake gibs...all hair was instantly disintegrated by the radiation, limbs were blown off, bones ripped apart, and entrails exposed. Never before had I witnessed human beings so mutilated. And as if that weren't bad enough, the dream 'rewound' itself and 'played back', showing this scene over and over until I woke up none too soon.

At 4:30am my alarm went off, but I had already had two dreams at that point so I figured the WBTB thing would never work at that point anyway. I only lost sleep from having a nightmare and now being woken up by the alarm. My mind had never asked questions about the possibility of being asleep during the dreams like it did the previous night, and all in all it felt like a lucid dreaming epic fail

Maybe I'll WILD this afternoon to get myself back on track...

Dream 1 - Evil Fish

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

In this dream, I was initially inside a regular office building. It had white walls, desks, and basically whatever makes up an office building. I was on a mission to find someone, and one other person was working with me, although I wasn't sure who. They were on the lower floor, skimming the ground level to find who we were looking for. There was a large square opened up in the wall of the building, which I jumped out of. I landed on the top of another building, slightly lower than where I jumped from. There were three or four other buildings beside this one arranged in a cluster, close enough to jump from one to the other, and I did this, looking for a way down since I didn't find the person up here. I found a rope which I slid down the side of the building, but didn't burn my hands in the process. At the bottom, there was another hole, in the wall of the building I just slid down from, and it was dark inside. Nothing.

I felt foreboding emanating from the hole, so I tried to walk past it quickly. As soon as I stepped in front of it, two demon-like fish creatures, one pale maroon and one steel blue, shot out and killed me. I remembered seeing their extremely long, sharp teeth, but didn't feel anything as they ripped me apart. I watched in third-person which was a pretty horrifying experience.

Dream 2 - False Awakening

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

I woke up from this nightmare, or so I thought.

My eyes were closed, but I was staring into a blurry sea of turquoise and mint green. I knew I was dreaming, not only because of this, but because I felt funny, almost numb. I opened my eyes and realized that I was lying down on a solid wooden bench, like something a 5-year old had carved out from a block of wood. Maybe the dream changed the location because I already knew I was dreaming, and wouldn't believe the false awakening.

I was in an almost rainforest-like setting, but it was less realistic in color. There were many pink plants and violet leaves, which was intriguing but at the same time, uninteresting. I got up and saw a path to the left. It was purely dirt with a few small grey stones embedded, reminding me of the film Alice in Wonderland that I had watched the other day.

The dream faded.

09.06.2010

Scary Nostalgia (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Standing in the second floor of the church I grew up in, I was talking with three people I didn't know. I know it was after church, because there were no kids in the classrooms. I don't remember the conversation, and it didn't really matter, because all of a sudden I heard a band warming up.

One of the people I was talking to told me that it was my high school band three floors down. My old church does not have three floors, and this dawned on me, but I wasn't lucid. Frustrating. I descended the three flights of stairs to find my high school band getting ready to play. I took the seat that I had during my senior year, and I started talking to Lauren, the girl who sat next to my brother and I for that year. She told me that our director had her playing two different instruments, the oboe and the clarinet. She said it frustrated her, because of the humidity in the room. I noticed the air was sticky, and she demonstrated the effect on the instrument by running her nails along the black wood of the clarinet. The black peeled away like it was wet tissue paper. Underneath was pale, unfinished wood.

Then I "woke up" in the house I grew up in. Lauren was still in my room. The room was a mess, and I was furious. I just spent three days organizing my room after my return from college, so obviously this emotion carried over into my dream. I heard my mother call from the master bedroom across the hall. She told me that I needed to turn the fan on in my room so she could sleep. She needed the white noise. Well, I obviously wasn't going back to bed, so I decided to get up and go into the family room. Lauren followed me.

The family room was just as I remember it, but it had large tree brances on the ceiling acting as rafters, and a tree trunk where our coffee table used to be.

Then came a loud banging from my mother's room, the sound of a metal door opening, and Mom screaming for her life as someone burst into the house. I was so scared by the realistic scream that I woke up.

05.03.2010

The basement of the lost women (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I saw 2 anime women in a room. Suddenly a black hole appeared and sucked the two women in.
I was a FBI agent. I went into an old building and down into the basement. There I crawled through a really small path. On my way I saw a ventilation shaft from which red ash came out. I crawled along and came to a room which seemed to be the room, in which the 2 anime girls got sucked in by the black hole. The room was totally empty. There only were two piles of red ash on the left and on the right.
I crawled back through the small path and found some kind of a 6 feet long red tiki-mask.

Suddenly I became a little bet frightened.
Later I stand outside of the building and talked to other FBI agents. They said, "that they can't analyse and publish the collected information in the internet, because they polluted it with their own opinion."

When I woke up I still had this slight fear, even I knew, that the dream actually was just stupid and not frightened at all. Strange...

03.31.2010

Grandma drools (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My family and I were in a filthy, dirty and old staircase or something. Everything was dark and the mood was down; You could really feel the sadness and the desperation in the air. I noticed that my grandmother was in a kind of trance. She just standed there, saliva flowed out of here mouth and sometimes she talked some pointless sentences. My mother (The daughter of my grandmother) cried.

Originally Posted by Epic Altruist

Violence and the sunrise

I was witha friend on an escalator,I suspect we were in a mall.I somehow became lucid,I remember being able to put my right finger through my left palm.We ran around for some time,I was amused by the high vividness,we were passing through game courts and the floor was green.

I talked to a man and ended up getting in a fight.He did not do anything violent but I feared him and thought it was possible my dream would turn into a nightmare,so I grappled his head with bot hands and kneeled him in the face.I saw him agonizing because of his cut eyes(he was wearing glasses and I think I broke them on his face).

I ran like never before,afraid that he would hunt me down and terrorize me.I left my friend behind,I was running on a road with some trees.I was running on my feet's balls while also slightly hovering,so I wasn't able to use my legs strenght.I imagined the scenery passing by faster so that I would go faster,ocasionally,I jumped and flied a little before losing concentration and going back to the ground or getting too near to the trees.I jumped on a house,it was night now.I thought night wasn't a good idea in a dream,what terrors would be waiting for me around the corners?I will the sun to rise with the help of my right hand.I see a giant yellow ball pop up in the horizon,but the light level changes very little,it is very faint.The dream fades.


Comment: I believe it is possible I had this lucid dream because I am sick,and some people experience interesting dreams when they are ill.It might have also been caused by a wakening I had in the night and thought about lucid dreaming and doing an WBTB,before falling asleep again.My recall of details is poor because it was a DILD in the middle of the night,not before wakening.

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

This was my first-ever lucid nightmare. Not fun.

I was in a false awakening from a previous dream, which I became lucid from just as it was ending. The room was dark, nighttime, with just a bit of light blue coming in through the cracks in the blinds. I managed to catch this false awakening and turn it into a DILD by using the nose-plug technique while still lying in bed. But before I could even get up more than a few inches, I suddenly became paralyzed and was thrown back into my bed, onto my back, by an unseen force. I aimed a forceful "stop now" at whatever was rendering me incapable of moving, but it continued. For a few more seconds it did this, and the next thing I know, I felt a presence in the room and could almost "see" dark, fleeting, moving shapes underneath my bed, although I wasn't actually looking there. It's like I had two sets of eyes for a moment.

Next, I felt myself being pulled up into the air, as if being sucked through a vortex. I saw a huge pair of sharp teeth surround me and engulf me. Everything went black when they closed on me, and then I was floating in darkness. "I told you to stop, now", I tried to say again. But nothing happened except I got the sense of a presence again, floating around in the dark with me. I then felt light touches all over my body, as if something really was there.

I woke up, making sure of this by performing a reality check.

Sorry for the late updates, guys. It's just that I am currently very busy with my IGCSE exams. I still have two more lucid dreams in my paper DJ that I haven't typed yet.

Zombie Slaughter!! And other cool stuff.

Rating : ★★★☆☆

Date : 1st June, 2010



I was somehow inside a haunted mansion. The building was really old, perhaps a century or two. There was a large, open area in the middle of the mansion, where there should have been an indoor pool. Perhaps it was not dug up yet.



My vision was third person. I saw me, my friend, and another guy I don't know, enter the clearing through a large, shiny bronze gate. We came inside, and started to look around. I saw myself touching the wallpaper of the place, feeling it up. Then, I felt this weird sensation on the back of my neck. The atmosphere of the dream changed. I am sure you all know the creepy feeling when a nightmare's about to start.
Suddenly, I heard a gushing voice. Then, all of the paths leading out of the place were blocked by heavy iron gates, the kind you see on old metal safes. We all started to panic, and began to run here and there, pounding the doors and trying with all our might to escape. But it was useless.
The 'gushing' sound grew louder. Then, out of nowhere, water began to pile up. The depth of the water was increasing fast. With nowhere to run, we were going to drown!



I begin frantically pushing here and there, desperate for a means of escape. No use. I lost consciousness.

I woke up. I tried to FILD, according to my usual habit, but I was too tired to stay conscious, and drifted back to sleep.

I was inside a van, along with a detective party. We were investigating a case about a murder that had occurred a few nights ago in a mansion. We were heading towards it.
We were on a road that was on a cliff. The cliff was very steep, practically vertical. It was very narrow, but we managed to get the van through. The road seemed to be endless. It was very dark, like mid-night. There were no street lamps, or any illumination of any kind whatsoever. Not even the moon, nor the stars. We could only see a little ahead of us due to our head lights, but that was it. Aside for the area that the feeble lamps and the few lights inside of the van were illuminating, everything was pitch-black.



No one cared about it, though. We were all having a great time, drinking beer and singing songs along the way. Nobody was driving the vehicle. It was moving on it's own, finding it's own way along the dangerous path.
Again, the atmosphere changed. We all sensed it. We stopped singing, and held our breaths to listen. A lone wolf's howl, and the screeching of bats. Aside from that, there was dead silence.
The van suddenly stopped. What the heck was wrong with it? One of our group decided to check it out. We all warned him about the road being haunted, but he just gave us a thumbs-up and stepped outside. We all saw him go the the front of the car. He opened the hood, still smiling. He had a cigarette in his mouth.
The hood of the van blocked him from view. We hear him doing this and that under the hood for a while. Then, suddenly, there is a whoosh sound, a moving shadow, then silence again. Now, we couldn't hear that guy who went outside.
We were wondering what happened. We decided to go out and check what was wrong. Five of us got down, and went to the van's front.
There was no one there. The only thing there was that guy's cigarette, nothing else.
Suddenly, we hear a lot of sounds, like some one, or something, is coming. The sounds kept getting louder and louder. Now, there was also a deep moaning alongside it, a moan of pain, fear and regret. It was the most hideous sound I have ever heard.
Out of the dark shadows, figures start to crawl in. Realizing what was going on, I shouted to all of the group to quickly get inside the car. We all scrambled inside, locked the doors, and closed the windows. There were heavy steel bars around the windows, so they could not be broken easily. The whole van was also pretty tough, so there was no chance that anyone, or perhaps anything, could come inside.
We waited with our breaths held, looking at the figures that were slowly coming into view. Finally, we started to clearly see them. All of them, each and every single one, was a disgusting zombie.
There were about thirty of them. They all started to cram around the car, clawing at the windows' bars and the gates.
We were trapped, inside a car that couldn't move, without food or water, and best of all, surrounded by zombies.
One particularly terrifying zombie managed to get his face through the gap the the bars, and was biting it the thick glass window, which happened to be nearest to me. I could see his face in perfect detail. He had blood all over him.
Wait a minute, what THE hell is going on? Stuck inside a van with a bunch of strangers? Detective? Me? On a highway? And, what's more, looking at the face of a person who should right now be begging for ambulance?
I became lucid. Man, my awareness is getting crappy! It took me a lot more time to realize that I am dreaming than usual. Oh well, at least I got lucid.
I waited a while for the dream to stabilize. I started using my senses, touching here and there, concentrating on the sounds and smelling the air. It reeked remarkably of blood.
I rubbed my hands. Just to raise awareness, I kept chanting under my breath, "This is a dream."
This helped me keep my awareness. Slowly, I started to move my whole body. It was functioning okay, no problems. Good.
While still chanting my mantra, I looked at the face of the zombie again. A while ago, I was filled with dread. Now, it became comical. I laughed at how he was pitifully biting the glass window he could not hope to penetrate.
I smashed open the window, grabbed his head, and threw him away. He went flying a long way.
The landscape had changed. I was on a grassy plain, or rather, a grassy hill. I was on the top of it, surrounded by zombies. I thought of summoning my sword, turning into a vampire, or using magic. But no, I was bored by these old fashioned techniques. Though they were immensely powerful, I wanted to do something else this time.
I imagined a heavy machine gun. I looked in my pocket, and pulled out a small model of it. I looked away from it, expecting it to be life-size when I look back. I was successful. I now had a pretty heavy duty machine gun in my hand.



Laughing like a maniac, I opened fire. It was great. The machine gun's firepower was awesome. They were falling like hell, but they kept on coming. I blasted apart each and every one of them. A good thing to try to relive stress.
I constantly fired for about three or four minutes. When I stopped, all of them were down, blasted by innumerable bullets.
I stabilized my dream again, calming myself down and looking here and there. The scenario had changed again. I was on top of a snow mountain. There was a really strong blizzard going on. I couldn't see very far due to the snow. It was all pure white. Such a beautiful scenery could not possibly exist. I was completely mesmerized by it.
I went into a shallow cave. It was dry and warm. I could see the view outside. I couldn't believe it. Having lived in a desert all my life, I wished to go to a place like this. It was all so real. So calm. So peaceful. You wouldn't think that I was the guy who was killing zombies with a maniacal laugh just a few minuted ago. ^_^



Since I was so relaxed and at ease, I thought of trying something that I have been wanting to do for a long time. I stabilized my dream again, and raised my awareness by doing extra RCs, too. I did not want to wake up in the middle.
I sat down, and started to meditate. I cleared my mind of all thought. I calmed myself down further. Deep breaths. Peace of mind. I tried to leave all of my worries and problems behind. It felt really great, to do something like this once in a while.
I closed my eyes, to relax myself even more. But I kept using my other senses, to stay in the dream. I felt a kind of buzzing sensation. It was quite pleasant. Nothing like I have ever felt in real life.
I opened my eyes, and got a real shock. The landscape was not around me anymore. Actually, there was NOTHING around me anymore. I was floating in a void, but it was not black. It was pure white. It's whiteness was dazzling my eyes. I felt as if there was no gravity there, because I was freely suspended in air. The place had no end, no roof, nor floor. Just an endless expanse of space.
I looked here and there, but all I saw was the same never-ending whiteness. I 'forgot' that I existed in real life, rather, it was as if I really 'live in my dream world, and that it's not just some temporary thing.
Some kind of invisible force lifted me up. I could feel a kind of pulling sensation, as I moved toward the non-existent sky. I was surprised, but I was not scared. It did not feel as if a single negative emotion existed in this world.
Suddenly, I was bathed in a bright golden light. It was warm. I could feel a sense of exhilaration. It was amazing. I also heard a strange melody. Not like anything I have heard before. I got very excited. I felt a kind of a vibrating sensation. It was all so strange, but, it was pleasant. It was something I cannot put in words, no matter how hard I try.
The vibration [got more intense, as did the exhilaration. I was too naive, perhaps, for I woke up soon after that.
That was my first time meditating in an LD. I have practiced meditating before IRL, but not in an LD. After having an experience like this, I am going to try it more often. I didn't know that it was this cool!

Sword Goes Outta Control?!!

Rating : ★★★☆☆

Date : 24th May, 2010

I was in a large and luxurious shopping center. There were three floors, and a lot of shops with weird stuff. I was with two of my friends. We all were eating a burger and drinking coke, and going around window shopping. (For some reason, we couldn't buy anything because we had only three million dollars.) I am walking a little faster than the other two, excited by the shops and the stores. We are on the topmost floor. There is a spot on the floor so that if you stand there, you could see the outside scenario and the entrance to the shopping center. I look out, and was surprised by what I saw.



It was exactly like the image above, and the dragon was the same, too. I was a little amazed, but not enough to turn me lucid. Excusing the whole thing as movie props, I look down the glass window, seeing the entrance. It was normal, alright. I could see a lavishly decorated Mercedes Benz as a prize for a draw displayed in the front. I think, "Cool. I think I saw something similar in real life................huh? Real Life?! What's that supposed to mean?! This is.......This is a dream!"
I become lucid. Wow. Cool RC. Anyways, the vision was not really clear, and the dream was unstable. After a round of the usual clarity and stability exercises, everything becomes crystal clear.
I get an idea. Why not act like a freaky monster and kill all the people here. They are just DCs, after all. I summon my katana again. I feel a rush of energy through my body, and a great sense of excitement. Rushing towards the nearest DC, I slash him in half. I see the same black flames around my sword again.
The surprised DC splits in half, alright, but after a while, a clean cut appears in the wall behind him, extending from one side of the center to another, slicing the whole building neatly in half. All the DCs there start to scream. I was surprised. I didn't intend to swing with that much force.
I studied it closely. Everything was same, and it was vibrating and shaking, as if trying to get out of my hands. I could see the words "Espada el Diablo" shining and glowing brightly.
Now I could feel a deep, dense, and dark aura from it. I could hear faint screaming from inside it. Now seriously considering destroying the sword, I look about for a means to smash it or something. As soon as I let it go, it breaks free of my grasp, points towards me and



stabs me in the stomach. I was very surprised. I had never heard of a summoned object doing so in a dream, going against the dreamer's will. I could feel pain in the wound. It was very realistic. I could also feel the wound burning. I start to faint. I rub my hands, but nothing happens. I spin, but instead of the dream stabilizing, I fall to the ground. Not good, at this rate I'll wake up! I was helpless. I kinda hoped that Leona would come again, but she didn't. I was losing consciousness. I looked at the sword again, and saw this.



Devil Jin. He was standing there, leering at me. In his hands was my sword. He started to laugh. A cold laugh that chilled my very bones. He took one last look at me, and swung the sword at me. An immensely powerful shock wave, and I wake up.

What THE hell is up with me? Too much fantasy, I think.

Now, in the upcoming lucid, I FINALLY manage to solve my internal battle.

I love you.



Rating : ★★★★☆

I posted my problems on DV, and I got some VERY helpful advice from DarkMatters. He told me to try and talk to her, which proved to be very helpful and got rid of this for good. Thanks, Darkmatter!

After a long and tiring day, I feel asleep quickly. I was somehow reliving 9/11. I saw the two planes crash. I did what I could, warning people and telling them to get away. No one cared what I said, though. Then each and everyone of us witnessed the planes crashing, but in my dreams, they were more like space shuttles. I was inside the building at the time, and I got the full impact of the blast. I fainted, or perhaps died, and woke up. I thought, man, why do I get killed in my dreams. As I am thinking, I notice that my bedroom has a pink wall paint rather than the blue IRL. And I notice that my vision is blurred at the edges, and THAT was somehow making it difficult to breathe. I look at my hands. The are no hands! There is only my wrist, and my palm and fingers seem to have been cut off. I become lucid. I rub my hands to make my vision clearer, and it is successful. Now with real-life-like vision, I proceed out of my room. IRL, just outside my room is a big mirror, and I saw that in the dream as well. When I looked in it, I saw a corpse version of myself. I thought, eh? That reminds me of something! I have to try talking to that zombie girl! Maybe I can solve this once and for all! Now my heartbeat starts to race. I come closer to the mirror, and put my hand into it. The mirror is like water, and waves emerge from the point where my hand touched it. I climb into it, and teleport to where I thought I would find her.
I am now standing in a dark valley. There is only one lamp, which is flickering feebly. It's is total darkness, darker than night. I steel myself, telling myself that it's just a dream. I proceed, and I see a door in the wall. I thought, Good! Now I can bring her out. Using the behind-the-door technique (my specialty), I manage it. I come into a room, which is bright with light. I can see that girl, crouched in a corner like something stuffed out of sight, not loved and not wanted. Suddenly, even after my horrific experiences with her, I feel pity for her. She suddenly notices that I am here, and gets up. I see the same familiar face, but it's wet with tears now. She tries to grab my throat, and I resist the impulse to run away. Instead, I make her hug me. Holding her close, I say, "I am not scared of you anymore. Why are you doing this? Why do you always scare me in my dreams? I can help you, if you want."
She seems surprised a bit, the starts to sob on my shoulder. While I am holding her, she starts to transform, turning taller, as if morphing into an older person. I look at her, and I see she has changed into my ex. I was quite moved by this. Still crying, she says, "Why do you hate me? I couldn't help it."
After which, she starts to mutter something which I cannot understand, all the time sobbing on my shoulder. I realize what was going on all this time. I hold her more tightly, and say, " I love you. Don't think that I don't. You are a part of my subconscious, and I love you as anyone else. Please stop crying." As soon as I said it, I felt her get lighter and lighter, until I realize she turns into a mere vapor and starts to fade away. I heard only one last word from her, "Thanks."
I was a little sad, and I lost all my excitement after this. I was in no mood to try any stuff either. I found myself, somehow, by the seaside. It was still night. I was at the Bahrain Bridge, near to my home IRL. This is how it looks like:



It starts to pour rain. No lightning, just heavy rain. And I am standing against the railing, lost in thought.

I woke up after some time. It was a Thursday, so I was free. (We have weekends on Thursday and Friday) I lay in my bed for a good two hours, thinking.