spellbee2

A couple random dreams before my WBTB, including me playing a LEGO version of Skyrim. During my WBTB, I decided to read Hyu’s DJ again (for like the 4th time) for lucid inspiration (specifically this entry).

I fall back asleep, and find myself in a quaint little neighborhood, going from house to house playing Christmas carols on a flute. One of the houses I enter has an entire wall that’s just a screened-in patio. There’s a ton of plants growing through the ground inside, and a lot of the panels on the walls have fallen or broken. I suddenly realize that I was just going to sleep, which makes me become lucid. I prepare to make a portal through the floor to teleport, but as I’m deciding where to go to, everything goes black. However, the dream still feels incredibly stable, so I try to focus on making something else appear. Before I can do that though, Vi casually walks into my view. I’m somewhat surprised, as it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen her. Before I can say anything, some lights behind her start to turn on, and I can finally see where I am.

I’m in a large white room - actually, I’d hesitate to call it a room. There’s no walls, the white-ness just extends on forever in all directions. In the middle are a ton of small, white, floating platforms, but other than that there’s nothing on the “ground”. In fact, I think for a moment what exactly I’m standing on, but I try not to dwell on that fact so I don’t end up falling through whatever it is. I turn back to Vi, and beside her is a humanoid robot, who explains that this is a futuristic dream control and dream fighting training complex. I get incredibly excited - like seriously, I’m freaking out more than those families on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition when they first see their new house. I start asking if I can make my own weapon (thinking something like Hyu’s katana), but Vi insists that I start with something a little more simple.

Following that is a montage of me doing various training. First is agility, where I have to cross the floating platforms quickly while staying light on my feet, since some of the platforms won’t support my full weight. At one point, I fall through the platform and plummet into the abyss. After I reappear on the platforms, a hologram version of me shows a “replay” of my failure so I can learn what I did wrong. After that, I’m back on the platforms slashing a holographic sword at holographic enemies. After the training is over, I’m back in a side room of the complex, with a tablet that shows my progress report. There’s only two stats listed on it:

Confidence: 38%
Fart Noises Made: 8

I see Vi and shove my tablet in her face, rubbing in my (admittedly mediocre) score. “Ha, beat that!”
“Well, I don’t think anyone could beat that fart score even if they tried.”

I wake up and write down my dream before lying down again. I start to have WILD transitions, but my dad barges in and wakes me up to ask me a stupid question about his phone. I get up from my bed (which is now in the living room) to help him, and then quickly lie back down. I quickly get the intense vibrations again, and suddenly my bed is back in my room. I manage to roll out of my bed, but I can’t move my limbs. However, I’m still able to move around the room by making myself float around in a luge position. In the middle of the room are a few large floating star-shaped rings, and as I fly through them, I regain control of my limbs. I get through all of them before landing on my now-movable feet. I’m still in my bedroom, but I can’t take my usual exit through the window, since the window isn’t there. There’s another window right beside the bedroom door, but it’s small and kinda high up. I try to jump through it, but my butt gets stuck. I can still look out though, and I see a whole rooftop terrace with tables and chairs. I go back inside and try to think of how to get out there. Wait… shouldn’t there just be a door? I shut my previously wide-open bedroom door to find another white door behind it leading to the terrace.

I open it and walk through to see that there’s an entire restaurant seating area out here, complete with giant umbrellas over the tables and christmas lights for some nice mood lighting. However, the place looks fairly rundown, as next to the door are a ton of spider webs and wasp nests. I really want to explore it, but I’m afraid to go out because of all the bugs.

“It’s okay, this is a dream. You are lucid. Nothing can hurt you in the dream.”
“...unless the dream makes a bug that can hurt you.”
“..........Why did I say that?...”

Immediately, a red bug crawls up my back, with the body shape and legs of a spider but the body thickness and large pincers of a beetle. It gets right in the middle of my back before taking a big bite of my skin. It stings quite a bit at first, but that doesn’t compare at all to the extreme burning that comes after that. I try to reach back to kill the bug, but it’s just out of reach. Meanwhile, it keeps biting, each time getting more and more painful. I honestly think about trying to wake up, since the pain is too unbearable. Instead, I attempt to channel my rage into making flames come off my back to burn the little f***er. It takes a couple tries, but I eventually generate enough heat to make it stop biting. During the lull in pain, I finally manage to reach back and grab it, smashing its head between my fingers. I turn to see two more black bugs on the railing, and I get ready to smash them.

“Woah woah woah! Listen man, we’re real sorry about Roger, but we don’t want to hurt you. We’re just looking for some booty.”
“Yeah, some booty! Specifically Greek booty.”

I grab one of the umbrellas off the table and jump up on the railing beside them. Looking down, I see this terrace is about 30 floors up. I open up the umbrella, turn back to the bugs, and in an epic movie voice, I say…

“Do I look Greek to you?”

I dive off the edge, using the umbrella to glide my way down before waking up.