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    This is where I, FireFlyMan, will report my dreams for others' (dis)pleasure. As this is only a supplementary journal for me, there may be some apparently misplaced and missing log entries. Similarly, I won't bore anyone with certain sets of meta-data (ie induction techniques used, dream signs, etc.), though I'll gladly reveal as much if asked. Furthermore, any name of personally known real life figures will be replaced with ever-changing aliases.

    WIP

    1. Log 1231 - Flight, Flood, and a Giant Strawberry

      by , 09-12-2018 at 01:34 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Tuesday 11 September 2018

      Got DILD (if only seconds-long for the lucid portion) and a fragment to note.

      Scrap Group 1
      At an arcade, playing some made-up games.

      Something involving my nephew and his cousin.

      Dream 1 - Flight, Floods, and a Giant Strawberry

      Scene 1 - Girl's Glare Awareness
      The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a school's computer lab. My bro was there as well. We speak of an out-of-business sale for an outlet that we supposedly previously visited. When we left the lab, I started floating around, if just to show off. I did, however, have trouble balancing myself, and had to keep my legs tucked in so as not to bump into anything. Two young girls (about 8 - 10 years old) were ahead of us, one with long black hair, the other with brown. The former of the two kept glaring at me with contempt. Questioning who she was triggered lucidity. I continued flying through the hallway, when the dream began collapsing into a blue void. Thorough hand rubbing until a new scene formed.

      Scene 2 - Flooding Indoor Waterside Loading Bay
      The visuals were dim. Awareness lost. I was in a waterside loading bay, a huge indoor facility occupying both land and sea. Instead of warehouses, goods were sent directly to a large outlet nearby, likely the same one mentioned above. Pathways were quite narrow, leaving far too little room for porting work.

      A vast barge was moored, large enough to cover all docks. It also looked highly damaged from use and age, perhaps even incapable of moving. I hopped into an exposed inner hold. Despite the room appearing dirty from years of neglect, there were plenty of perfectly intact crates left over. I thought to peek in, when the ship suddenly began sinking. So, I jumped back to land fast as I could.

      I stared in awe as this disaster unfolded. Yet, I also noticed the ship had been submerged much too quickly. Just then, the water began to rise, steadily engulfing the entirety of the dock. In a panic, I rushed to the warehouse. Too late. Just as I was about to get inside, rows of steel airlock doors slammed down in the entrance. Such pressure forced me back to the rising sea, and before long, I was engulfed completely.

      Hurriedly, I swam up under a canopy, hoping to suck what precious air I could. I thought to kick up some bubbles, which would hopefully stick under that surface long enough for me to breath. Still, I also knew I couldn't survive here for long... "Better rewind time", I thought. Transition.

      Scene 3 - Strawberry Wizard Boon

      The visuals were rather blurred. I was at a forest clearing, mists concealing much of the savage wilderness around me. Directly ahead was a dirt/ rock mound, carved and built with enough rickety constructions to make a crude dwelling. I go inside to find a stereotypical old sage, a haggard, ancient white-beareded man wearing rags and a worn out pointy hat. After handing me a sizeable knife, the old man points to a giant strawberry behind him. I hack at the oversized fruit, cleaving it in two. Then, on a guess, I take left half, and offered it to the sage. But, he only shook his head in disappointment, and pointed to the exit.

      Once again, I rewound time. Now, I chose to offer the right-hand portion. The wizard nods, and, finally, began to speak. He rewarded me with a boon for my "soldiers", granting a specific type of them the power to form visible, triangular-shaped winds. False memories had me recall my fighting with, and later recruiting, some legionnaire type figures. Reckoned these were to whom the old man was referring. Furthermore, this visit somehow prevented my drowning predicament above.

      Things warped. More false memories. Don't recall how this ended.
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    2. Log 1221 - Dessert Shopping, Invisible Energy DILD, and False Memory Fragments

      by , 09-02-2018 at 12:15 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Saturday 01 September 2018

      Not quite as much as yesterday, but hey, given how tired I was, this isn't all too bad.

      Scrap Group 1
      In a supermarket with family. I buy a pecan pie for dessert later, and my bro gets some snack cakes for the rest. We then go to a multi-story megastore.

      Driving around with my brother. I get aware. Rubbed my hands for a moment. I then tried gathering energy between my palms. Although I could feel something flowing, I couldn't actually see the results. Just then, a pretty brown haired woman appeared out of nowhere in the backseat. She snatched the invisible energy, then stared in awe as it quaked in her hands.

      False awakening in bed. I have false memories (maybe?) of dreaming about my guide.

      Updated 09-02-2018 at 12:25 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , dream fragment
    3. Log 1220 - Drool School and Other Assorted Stories

      by , 09-01-2018 at 03:55 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Friday 31 August 2018

      Got three DILDs to note, along with a few fragments.

      Dream 1 - Drool School

      The visuals were mostly clear. I was in a crowded middle school classroom. Many of the students there were those I've only met in highschool. Similarly, my 12th grade math teacher was leading the class. Much as in previous dreams, some zany mishap caused me to be a student once again. The room was quite crowded with random furnishings, even a stretcher. But, besides the desks, us students were prohibited from using them.

      Cut to the end of class. In the hallway, I pass the live-action versions of Wolverine and Storm as depicted in the first X-Men movie. I then thought to sneak to the lunchroom. It seemed a bunch of other people had the same idea, given the long queue just outside the cafeteria, so I just continued onwards.

      Soon, in a narrow courtyard, I spotted a swimming class taking place. The teacher was a thin African-descended woman. Meanwhile, the students were already in their swim wear. Far as I could tell, the lesson included procedures on how to handle potential harassment.

      Eventually, the courtyard opened up into an entire beach, the sand coarse and distinctly black in color. Powerful waves vividly reflected the blue sky above. Such a view instantly triggered lucidity. Just then, the waves became more violent, as if reacting to my awareness. I slowly backed away, just to find that the water has already flooded the place up to my hip. Still, I managed to avoid from getting submerged by the tides.

      I waded back to the courtyard. Took a good moment to rub my hands thoroughly. After that, I set my efforts on my guide, E. I began shaping the water into her form (if scaled to much greater heights), but it wouldn't hold for long enough. I even tried adding sand in the mix, and also transforming a nearby pillar, but no luck.

      Then, I noticed a distinct figure passing by, a woman in a white niqab and like-colored dress. I unveiled her cloak, and found this was a pretty, petite Caucasian woman, face narrow, eyes wide, and hair long and dark. Despite not being anyone I've ever seen, I could sense this was actually my guide. Indeed, after recovering from surprise, she flashed a familiar cheeky smile. We hugged, of course. I asked why she didn't quite look like herself. "Just a snag.", she claimed.

      Things distorted. My sight projects into a distant 3rd person view. Ahead, I see my guide, now gigantic, nude, and appearing in her actual likeness (ie Asiatic and a bit plump), grinning down at my tiny form. She then, uh, licked me, covering my body in tepid drool. Couldn't keep from accidentally snorting her spit. I wake up gagging.



      Scrap Group 1
      At a waterpark with family. We leave at dusk. Mom is at the front seat, driving around like crazy.

      At home upstairs. Various family members were gathered there. We look out at an ominous dusk sky. There were a bunch of people on our driveway, several laid out on the pavement. Figured some bad accident just occurred, and that someone probably even died. One victim was wrapped in a Superman blanket. Me and the others argue between ourselves. Later, a psychopomp (Death?) shows up to bickers with us as well.

      Dream 2 - Guide Sightseeing

      The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a bathroom, shower running in a concealed tub nearby. Got aware quickly. I imagined my guide was the one at the shower. Good time as any for some "sightseeing". ( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡) I shrunk down to about a foot high, then hovered and phased through the glass door. As the steam cleared, I saw that this was some random mustachioed guy, and well, I saw too much. Noped the hell outta there.

      After phasing through the wall, I ended up in a similar shower as above. This time, I found E. I circled around her in plain view., then let her take hold of me. By the looks of it, she wasn't very happy to see me. The dream collapsed soon after.


      Dream 3 - Guide in a Box

      The visuals were mostly clear, if slightly dim. I falsely awakening in bed. I walk out to a large kitchen of an unknown site. Mom was there making coffee. Reckoned she was there to remind me that I'd agreed to help with her gardening. I went past her to a hallway, when I got the idea to float around. Doing as much triggered awareness.

      I hovered down into a cramped living room, twilight peeking from a glass door. Took a very long moment to rub hands, then to ease my breaths. I spotted a large blue box containing an RC vehicle or drone. I held the box, then tried transforming it into my guide. It took a good half a minute of calm focus before I noticed a change, starting with a featureless human hologram. Before long, my guide had formed in my arms, her torso wrapped in a thin white sheet. She yawned and stretched before acknowledging me. "What d'ya need?", she asked sleepily. E gently scratched my chin and hair while waiting for a reply.

      I then asked her...
      "MEOW!" Damned cat woke me up. Such is the risk of trying to LD so late in the morning.Given a choice, I'd chuck that little pest to the moon...

      Updated 09-01-2018 at 04:21 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , dream fragment
    4. Log 1219 - Cold Hotman vs The Cannibal Witches and Other Assorted Stories

      by , 08-31-2018 at 01:16 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Thursday 30 August 2018

      Got an LD loop to note. There's also a few fragments, although technically, they're actually several from yesterday morning that I forgot to record then.

      Scrap Group 1
      Watching and commenting on that JoJo's Bizarre Adventure fighting game with my bro.

      In the bathroom, combing my hair. I noticed perfect squares and other unlikely shapes have been combed onto my scalp.

      Dream 1 - Man on Fire

      The visuals were mostly clear. I was walking around in a city's industrial area during a cloudy day. Eventually, I gained sudden awareness. Took about half a minute rubbing my hands. After that, I ran down the sidewalk, and, when gaining sufficient speeds, flew in the same direction, hovering inches above the pavement. I soon arrived near a metropolitan area. Just then, a violently explosive auto accident occurred nearby. The streets, the vehicles, and even myself were immediately engulfed in flames. Still, this didn't really bother me. I breathed towards an unfazed area of town, spreading a stream of the fire surrounding me in that area.

      Lost awareness. More unknown occurrences until the dream collapsed. DEILD attempt. Unwitting transition about three minutes later.

      Dream 2 - Frigid Moon

      The visuals were mostly clear. I was at the lot beside my house, heading towards my home's backyard, sun high in a scorching, cloudless afternoon. Again, I gained sudden awareness. I drewing a rapier out of nowhere, which I used to conjure and shatter crescent ice formations with each swipe I took. I then felt out the now dead grass and exposed dirt beneath me, now tepid in touch, as opposed to the sweltering air around me.

      The dream collapsed soon after.
      Another DEILD attempt, which I also let slip.

      Dream 3 - Cold Hotman vs. The Cannibal Witches

      The visuals were a bit blurred. I falsely awaken in the floor of the master bedroom. Got aware within seconds.

      Just then, various figures began gnawing on my limbs and chest. I tried imagining this was all just a misunderstanding on my part, that I was actually getting an atypical massage or something, and had nothing to be afraid of. But, on a closer look, I found these figures around me were actually terrible witches, impossibly ancient, wrinkled beings dressed in rags. Each of them tore deeply into my flesh with their foul teeth and clawed hands. As disturbing as this was, none of these injuries actually felt painful.

      Reactively, I changed my skin into diamond. I then stood up, struggling to keep these creatures from pinning me back to the ground. Taking a deep breath, I called out for an inferno. Time stood still for a moment, while the background dimmed out of view. An orb of fire soon surrounded me, smaller gouts of flame arcing on its surface. Once time and the surroundings returned, I found that all but one of the witches were dead, burned down to charred skeletons. Meanwhile, the live hag's right leg had been incinerated completely.

      I shoved the amputated crone away, causing her to stumble to the floor. Then, I wrenched a smoldering skull nearby. Recalling the contest, I encased the skull in an ice crystal, which I then chucked at the monstrous old woman. Upon contact, the creature exploded into fine dust.


      Lost awareness. This scene partially looped back. Later, I argue with my sister over what stats those hags would have in Liberal Crime Squad. Various more unknown occurrences before the dream ended.

      Updated 08-31-2018 at 03:06 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , dream fragment
    5. Log 1218 - Annoying Mall Library Lady and Short Bug Blast DILD Scraps

      by , 08-30-2018 at 12:49 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Wednesday 29 August 2018

      Just a fragment and a very short DILD today.

      Scrap Group 1
      At a mall. I met up with a friend briefly. There was a library in the upper level of the place, which contained a shelf for tabletop RPG rulebooks. The moment I took a peak at one such book, a lady with glasses suddenly began chattering to me, blithering on about trivia. There was something interesting about all of this, but it was also kinda annoying.

      Many dreamlets, some which became dreams. One was a false awakening in bed. I got up and walked out the door, where I quickly got aware. I then glanced back, to find a large roach creeping around the floor. So, I shot it with an energy beam. Despite the explosion, the vermin remained relatively intact, if belly-up.

      Updated 08-30-2018 at 02:42 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , dream fragment
    6. Log 1217 - CCS Conversion, Flying Sabotage, and Old Job Memo Scraps

      by , 08-29-2018 at 12:26 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Log 1217 - CCS Conversion Flying Sabotage and Old Job Memo Scraps
      Created Tuesday 28 August 2018

      Just got more fragments today.

      Scrap Group 1
      Playing Liberal Crime Squad. I had a team of "enlightened" CCS Officers go out to kidnap skilled unfriendlies.

      Flying over swampland during a bright blue day. Later, I go into an office building located in a derelict area. I sneak inside, then discreetly made trouble (sabotaging equipment, I think). Got spotted eventually, so I ran off, and took off to the sky. Cut to an urban area at night time. I was exiting an apartment building, when a woman wearing a blouse and jeans started chasing me. Pretty sure she was upset of my above vandalism. Again, I flew off, only to find she could take flight as well, and at much better acceleration than I. She got very close to catching me, had I not blasted off in the last second. I then ended up in that swamp again at day time.

      At home. I get a booklet from the mail, documents pertaining to my old job.
      Categories
      dream fragment
    7. Log 1216 - Silly Time Tampering

      by , 08-28-2018 at 01:53 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Monday 27 August 2018

      One dream today.

      Dream 1 - Silly Time Tampering

      Scene 1 - Over-Rewarded For Charity
      The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in an unknown apartment suite, its furniture and constructions mostly colored/painted white. Supposedly this was Helen's (a friend's mom's) place. Various of her friends were about, all of them lawyers, doctors, and of other renowned professions. They spoke of some charity drive they've started to help needy children overseas. When asked about that, I muttered some half-hearted condolences. This, somehow, was interpreted as my offering to donate $20 bucks. Woulda certainly look bad to back out, so I (reluctantly) parted with such money. Even so, Helen rewarded me with a $40+ gift card to a supermarket. Talk about being over-rewarded... Unknown transition.

      Scene 2 - No Time To Be Late
      Similar visuals. I was wandering around in a mall, or more likely a huge megastore complex. While crossing through a narrow hallway, I was accosted by a little girl, light skinned and with long black hair, and no older than 8 years of age. I figured she was the daughter of a (supposed) cousin or acquaintance. She was a real bossy type, outright demanding that I attend some pageant in which she was competing. Sure would be silly for a guy like me to get coerced by a child, only, that's exactly what happened...

      Later, I entered a grocery area. Good reason as any to use that gift card above. While perusing something or other, I stumbled into a condiment shelf, causing a jar of mustard to tip over. Helen suddenly appeared, making a scene herself, as if trying to deflect attention away from the accident. Quite embarrassing for a bunch of reasons. So, I turned back time via holding my breath. The jar didn't break, though an employee did briefly turn up to investigate anyway.

      Cut to my walking through the hallway again, where I remembered that I was late for the pageant. I rushed to a banquet hall, the place where the event was being hosted. But, I got there too late: the contest was over. Boy, was that girl bitter. I turned back time again, but not before floating up on a corner; wanted to avoid getting "time fragged" or somesuch.

      Anyway, cut to the beginning of the pageant. This begins with all the contestants making a swimming display, the pool opening up out of nowhere. After that was a round of song and dance. Of course, as they were just kids, these were all amateurish performances at best. Quite boring.

      Not sure how this ended.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. Logs 1214 and 1215

      by , 08-27-2018 at 02:01 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Whoops. Memory has been a bit slippery these past few days...

      Log 1214 - Suburban Alert Scrap
      Created Saturday 25 August 2018

      Scrap Group 1
      Wandering around a fancy suburban area at night time. I take a detour through a mini-mansion, where a party was occurring. There was a dangerously narrow bridge that I had to cross through. Cut to morning. Me and some strangers had somehow gone afoul with the law, and even the armed forces. Indeed, IFV's and tanks were roaming the streets after us. During an interlude, we argue on the nomenclature of arms and vehicles.

      Log 1215 - LCS Diplomacy, Highschool, and Book of Sphinxes Scraps
      Created Sunday 26 August 2018

      Very close calls, but I wasn't comfortable enough to follow up.

      Scrap Group 1
      Playing Liberal Crime Squad. Focusing on mass recruiting via persuasion.

      Back in highschool with my brother and a friend. Some teachers there were those from middle school. There was buzz of anachronistically contemporary media .

      Reading some old book about sphinxes. There's numerous black and white depictions such beasts.
      Categories
      dream fragment
    9. Logs 1212 and 1213

      by , 08-25-2018 at 03:19 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Log 1212 - Raid on Death Squad HQ, The Gang Steal a Car, Crazy Niece, Apartment Suite Uncanny Guide, and Spontaneous Flight DILD Fragments

      Two in one. As such, I spoilered what's below to keep from cluttering up the front page.

      Created Thursday 23 August 2018
      Spoiler for Log 1212:
      Scraps and a very short DILD today.

      Scrap Group 1
      In a live-action version of Liberal Crime Squad. I raid Death Squad Headquarters to steal secret documents.

      Watching Always Sunny in Philadelphia. The gang snuck into a fancy party. Later, they stole a car, only to total it nearby. They tried deflecting blame to another party-goer, despite all the evidence to the contrary (it was said party-goer's car, and virtually everyone there witnessed that he wasn't the one driving it at the time).

      In an unknown apartment room. My niece was acting like a lunatic.

      Living in an apartment suite with strangers?

      Riding around town in a large bus. Later, my guide, E, climbed onboard. She had a most uncanny form, having six arms ending in clawed hands, a row of cannons circling above her waist, and the legs, thorax, and abdomen of a spider below. The interface from LCS revealed she had fantastic combat skills. I asked her to show off her powers. From her cannons, she let out a barrage of energy blasts to the empty aisles of the vehicle.

      Dreamlet to dream. I was walking around the block. Got aware. I ran as fast as I could, then hovered above the ground. I soon got distracted by other thoughts. Things immediately destabilized.


      Log 1213 - Bandido Blaster and Other Assorted Stories
      Created Friday 24 August 2018
      Spoiler for Log 1213:
      Quite a bit to note today. There was plenty more, though I can't recall any of that. Seems I gotta work on my memory again.

      Dream 1 - Out-Of-Breath Buffet Search

      The visuals were mostly clear. I was going out for a meal with my bro. We stop at a supposed Chili's/McDonald's hybrid. Among the items that interested me was a ribs combo meal (might've even a kid's meal!). But, I also "knew" of a buffet deal Chili's was offering. My brother was too full to indulge in that, so I took off on my own. I went down a hallway then through the back door of the place. Merely passing through triggered lucidity.

      I stopped breathing, and kept walking. My plan was to either 'power up', or teleport elsewhere. Instead, I'd somehow felt myself not breathing IWL, causing destabilization. Some thorough hand rubbing kept me mostly in state. Brief warp to a foggy environment. As I paced through, I willed my breath to become ice. This took the form of ice needles, snow trailing behind each spikes.

      Things eventually clarified. For a moment, I was in a large warehouse of a kind. After yet another warp, I found myself outside in a very long plaza, bright neon lights illuminating the cloudless night sky. Such a colorful view made me guess this was supposed to be a Vegas knock-off. Anyway, I still kept my sights set on a buffet. I passed a few restaurants, a movie theater, and many, many tax/law offices, for whatever reason. After three minutes, I couldn't find what I was searching for. The dream collapsed shortly after that.


      Scrap Group 1
      Washing dishes. I accidentally overheat a large ceramic bowl, causing it to break. By holding my breath, and with great concentration, I rewound time to keep it from getting shattered.

      WILD loops in bed. I roll off into the void each time. There was one instance where I flew around indoors momentarily. In most cases, I tried summoning E, with inconclusive results. Woke up. DEILD transition a minute later.

      Dream 2 - Bandido Blaster

      DEILD transition in bed. I again roll into the void, only this time, I rubbed my hands until a scene formed. I then found myself in an old west desert at twilight, green cacti dotting the landscape, everything of which was 'drawn' in 16-bit graphics. Suitably, the Desert Theme from Bomberman Tournament sounded in the background. Wind was kicking up sand and dust, yet there was no sound of such, though my imitating those things fixed that quickly.

      Just then, a cartoon bandido jumped out at me, guns blazing. I took cover behind several boulders and cacti, leaping between each when needed. I again held my breath, this time, intending to become a Spellforged Guardian. In an instant, my form changes from flesh to flowing, prismatic light. Gave me quite a boost. Yet, when I tried retaliating, I found that I couldn't quite get a grasp on this energy. I kept hidden in the meantime. It took a good half-minute of just staring at my hands before I could figure this out. I then vaporized the enemy in a single shot.

      Several unknown occurrences before the dream ended.


      Scrap Group 2
      False awakening in bed. I started partially aware, but quickly lost that. A distant relative showed up to berate me. Cue a vicious brawl.


      Watching gameplay of a 2D Dragon Ball Z fighting game (Hyper Dragon Ball Z?), an adult Gohan mirror match. At times, I feel myself performing their moves.

      Updated 08-25-2018 at 04:16 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening , dream fragment
    10. Logs 1197 - 1200

      by , 08-11-2018 at 02:13 PM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Oh man, have I been out of it these last few days...

      Log 1197 - Mail Truck Ricknosis Futuristic City and Childish Bro Brawl Scraps

      Created Wednesday 08 August 2018

      Scrap Group 1
      At home. I find that I traded my SUV for a mail truck.

      Rick and Morty dream. Summer and the title characters were captured by aliens, then induced to hypnosis via drugs. Thanks to previous experience with such, Rick is occasionally able to snap out of this state. I take Rick's role briefly, to find that I actually wake up.

      Driving around a highway with some friends and family at dusk. We stop at a wilderness clearing. There's a tall building of eccentric design in the distance. Further in the horizon was an entire futuristic megalopolis. All of us are entranced at the sight. I start to wonder what an ancient city would look like from that angle, and how ancient peoples would've react both to that and of the far more advanced marvels.

      In an unknown bedroom. My bro and I are playing fighting games (Marvel vs Capcom games?) on separate screens. Later, my younger cousin (who appeared as a kid in this dream) arrived. He had a gift for us, but required our finding some tools to help set it up or something. This later prompts some disagreement between my brother and I over some trivial matter, which then boils over into a childish brawl.

      Log 1198 - G - Baseball Stadium Argument and Another Mortal Kombat Reboot Scraps
      Created Thursday 09 August 2018

      Scrap Group 1
      I was G from Street Fighter. I even got to show off with his magma-controlling abilities.

      At a baseball stadium with family. Later, one of my uncles showed up. We got into an argument.

      Mortal Kombat related dream. Yet another reboot. This time, Liu Kang refused to go to Outworld. It was thus left to Kung Lao to overcome the otherworldly tournament. Moreover, Kitana never defects to the heroes' side.

      Nothing for Friday...

      Log 1200 - Still Unfocused
      Created Saturday 11 August 2018

      Scrap Group 1
      Playing Liberal Crime Squad. I'm going on a mass music brainwashing spree.

      Living in a city slums during the mid 90's. I had audio recording hardware more advanced than the time period, which I planned to use to make easy money.
      Categories
      dream fragment
    11. Log 1196 - Uninhibited

      by , 08-08-2018 at 01:57 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Tuesday 07 August 2018

      Got the WILD loop to note, along with a few scraps. Can't say I'm comfortable about posting up the last segment, but whatever.

      Scrap Group 1
      Playing the classic Tales of Phantasia.

      In a bedroom within an unknown apartment suite. There's this teenaged girl there who was overtly timid for her age. Even just the sight of my beard frightened her, causing her to hide under a sheet. Me and someone else later discover she suffered from amnesia.

      Dream 1 - Uninhibited

      Scene 1 - Guess I Need an Actual Reason to Call Next Time...

      WILD transition in bed. Brief hand rubbing. Once again, my covers left me almost entirely blind, and I was, for whatever reason, incapable of removing them. I called my guide, E, via Codec to help out. But, instead of ridding the covers, she instead fastened it further over me. What's more, she kept me held in an uncomfortable embrace. Her grip was too strong to slip away from, let alone to even drag her with me elsewhere. I demanded this stop, though my guide found far too much amusement at my own expense to even consider that. Transition.

      Scene 2 - Banana Oatmeal
      Lucidity lost. The visuals were blurred. I was in the living room at home, daylight peeking in. Dad was in the kitchen making breakfast. On a closer look, I find he was preparing banana oatmeal (not something I've ever seen him cook). He offered me some, but I declined; the fruits weren't ripe enough for my taste. Later, I spontaneously rubbed my hands. This brought awareness again, if briefly. Transition.

      Scene 3 - Unexpected Hands
      Practically blind again. I falsely awaken in bed. By thought, I rubbed my hands. Feeling myself doing such let me regain awareness. Once again, I called E. Soon, I felt four hands... uh, groping me. Although this wasn't the first time she had that many arms (let alone was that forward), I still got a bit startled. Anyway, she soon begins playing tricks on me, pinching and pulling me at a moment's notice. I then rolled off the bed into the void, though I lacked the strength to take her with me. Warp.

      Scene 4 - Nommed!
      The visuals were blurred. I was suspended in midair over a tropical landscape, waterfall below, and a dawn sky above. I glance back, to find that my guide, now gigantic (at least 30ft. tall), was actually holding me close to herself. She drew me closer to eye level, only to begin gnawing on my left arm and shoulder. Again, not anything new, yet I still became highly unnerved. I pleaded with her to at least not make this too painful. Her chewing felt like it'd broken me, but there wasn't any pain. Transition.

      Scene 5 - I'm Not Deadpool! I'm My Original Character, Bledpool!
      The visuals were slightly blurred. Lucidity lost. Spectator mode. This was supposedly an episode of 'Futurama'. It starts with a customer service rep, a fat, obnoxious wise ass of a man, on his phone in his cubicle. The person on the other line lost their patience, and hung up. Just then, a talking moose barged into the office, and confronted the guy. The beast shows visions of a most unfortunate future, all brought about by the man's snark. And so, the man promises to behave, and runs off.

      But then, while going down a stairway, the worker was assaulted by a man in a white superhero costume, a figure that appeared as a Deadpool ripoff. Indeed, this character even shared the real thing's penchant for comedic lunacy. In a flash, the fat man is left gravely wounded. While bleeding out, he notices a fellow co-worker, a blonde woman with whom he's infactuated. The man tells her not to look, to run for safety. But, the woman just gives him a hateful glare. She then reveals having hired that 'hero' to kill the belarded man. Turned out the guy was a stalker, and had (despite his best efforts to hide it) previously ruined her chances with a potential soulmate.

      Cut to an urban neighborhood. Things appeared in live-action. I'm now given the role of the above antihero (or someone like him). My brother, Ivo, who was wearing glasses, was also with me. Soon, a guy on a bike passes by, and hurls insults at us. In turn, I call a downdraft to knock that douche into the ground. For good, cathartic measure, I blasted him again. Ivo called me out for using excessive, and possibly lethal, force. We argue about this throughout the town, then inside a mall. As we went up an elevator, "I" (only acting 'in character') outright told him of "my" lack of any empathy.

      Cut to a highschool courtyard/dining area. "I" (again, 'in character') had a teacher, a woman with greying brown hair, at gun point, and demanded a ransom. Surprisingly, the other students welcomed the chance to see that woman dead. Even "I" thought that was cold. Many of those kids even went out of their way to kidnap the principal, a man that looked and sounded like a live-action Principal Skinner, and brought him before me. "I" repeated my demands, but the principal remained steadfast. He admonished the students and "I" for acting on such madness.

      Don't recall how this ends.

      Updated 08-08-2018 at 04:02 AM by 89930

      Categories
      dream fragment , lucid , non-lucid , false awakening
    12. Log 1195 - Flagrant Traffic Violation and Recent Renovation

      by , 08-07-2018 at 01:17 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Monday 06 August 2018

      Got some things today. A pity I couldn't get much done with that DILD.

      Dream 1 - Flagrant Traffic Violation and Recent Renovations

      The visuals were a bit blurred. I was at the lot near my home during late afternoon. There was a van right near the backyard's fence door, and and an old dark colored pick-up closer to the road. My friend, Stefan, was driving said pickup, and my bwas there as well. I too go for a ride. The vehicle had a supposed back row for additional passengers, a space that way too cramped.

      We pulled out the lot, to find a police officer questioning a stranger in my home's driveway. I got concerned we ourselves would get in trouble for having our vehicles scattered about. It didn't help that Steve was driving erratically. In fact, he got off the vehicle while it was moving, simply to test a supposed remote control feature. My brother and I both jumped out as well for our own safety. Meanwhile, the pickup almost swerved right into the cop. As flagrant as this seemed, the officer hardly batted an eye. The others and I jumped back in, and drove off.

      Cut to night time. We were driving around town. But soon, the surroundings appeared completely unfamiliar to me. All the buildings looked far too big, not to mention all those electronic billboards and neon signs blinking on these structures. I questioned the others of such, neither of whom gave a remotely adequate answer (think one of them said these were merely some 'recent renovations'). Cue lucidity. I rubbed my hands on instinct. Unfortunately, the dream collapsed seconds later.

      Scrap Group 1
      Random warps to surfaces overlaid with maps of the Earth. Many of these depicted supposed alternate realities. Indeed, many of the continents looked off. There was some involvement with Rick from Rick and Morty.

      In a hotel. I go downstairs to a mall's food court. There was this western-themed place, the attendant there an older black guy dressed for the part. The man even performed a catchy tuned. Hell of an effort, especially considering each meal being both reasonably priced and of decent quality.

      At a classroom, possibly in preschool. Something about a bully? And maybe a girl standing up for me?

      At home during night time. An uncle of mine comes to visit, along with two of his (supposedly) young sons. Despite being no older than 5 and 10, respectively, both kids had beards, and behaved more like teens trying too hard to be tough.

      Updated 08-07-2018 at 03:49 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    13. Log 1194 - Waterpark Trek Brief Flight DILD and Joker Gas Station Raid Scraps

      by , 08-06-2018 at 03:44 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Sunday 05 August 2018

      Got scraps and a brief DILD. There were plenty of other scenes, though they were inexplicable enough that thinking of them made me forget almost instantly.

      Scrap Group 1
      At a waterpark. I wait at the entrance for my brother, Hassad, intending to speak to him about something. Later, I trek through a dark swamp, where eerie stuff happens. Cut. I'm walking around town, just a block away from home. My friend, Reggie stops his car nearby.

      Walking around my neighborhood. I overhear remixed Mega Man music sounding nearby (Wood Man's theme, I think?). Noticed an eccentric looking woman in a nearby house. I fly up for a better look. Got aware. Things destabilize. I rub my hands, and fly to my house. I landed at my driveway, when the dream collapsed.

      At a gas station's lot and pump area. Suddenly, the Batmobile showed up. Soon after, Joker and his gang swerve in the place inside large, heavily graffiti'd vehicles. Molotovs are thrown about, setting a pump aflame.Skip ahead. Batman is chasing the Joker in a forest road on foot. My viewpoint switches between each character.

      Updated 08-06-2018 at 04:15 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , dream fragment
    14. Log 1192 - Shining Guardian

      by , 08-03-2018 at 11:27 PM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Friday 03 August 2018

      Pretty rough night. But in the end, it was totally worth it.

      Dream 1 - Blind Frustration

      WILD transition in bed. As usual, I was completely blind, even after minutes of waiting. I try to summon my guide, E, on the spot. And indeed, I do sense her presence nearby. She whispers something, but I couldn't discern anything between her giggling. Just then, she jumps on me, and starts nibbling on my shoulder and neck. Probably coulda been fun, but I was too frustrated from 2+ hours of insomnia to think of that. I fretted on about wanting a transition, but she didn't pay attention. So, after rubbing my hands, I rolled us both into the void, where I flew around sightlessly for about a minute. Then, I shut my eyes further, intending to have visuals form, but nothing of the sort occurs.

      The dream collapsed a minute later. Shaky DEILD transition two minutes later.

      Dream 2 - Shining Guardian

      Scene 1 - Blind Irritation
      Similar circumstances to above, guide and void and all. But, when I tried visualizing, I instead sensed E growing gigantic. She then took hold of me, and nipped at my side. Again, I was too annoyed to put much thought on this... Various brief reawakenings. Transition.

      Scene 2 - Not Quite Her
      The visuals were very blurred and dim, but clarified over time. An ocean and clear twilight sky begins forming faintly in view. More hand rubbing to anchor myself. I then flew over this landless environment. After a two minutes or so, I think to summon my guide more properly, commanding her to surface from beneath the depths. Soon, a massive figure arose, appearing as a giant, many armed naga, her hair, skin and eyes all deathly white. While E has taken similar forms before, I knew it wasn't her. I made a more thorough search for my guide, but aside from the water, sky, and the giantess, there was nothing else there.

      Next, I try assuming the Spellforged Guardian form. I tensed up and yelled loud as I could, but nothing seemed to happen. Immediate transition.


      Scene 3 - Iron Guardian
      The visuals were a bit dim. I was flying in space. A titanic alien mega spaceship was plainly roaming ahead of me, lights blinking and streaming from tubes surrounding its surface. In turn, innumerable smaller crafts were orbiting around this vast structure. I look at myself, and found that I'd changed into an Iron-Man armor. Not quite what I wanted, but no complaints here.

      Soon, I took fire from the smaller ships. I responded in kind, firing a stream of energy orbs from each of my hands, red colored in the left, and blue in the right. At times, I fired simultaneously, and at other points, I alternated between each weapons. Generally, I focused fire on the mothership, especially its exposed circuitry, all while I evaded its escorts. When I needed a bigger bang, I charged my shots, each of which took form as black, electrified orbs. Moreover, various soundbytes from the Marvel vs. Capcom games blared out sporadically for some reason. Transition.


      Scene 4 - Hot Coldman
      The visuals were dim. I immediately landed in the streets of an unknown city at night time, street lamps providing some visibility. Several family members were around, of whom I could identify my nephew and probably one or both of my brothers. I followed the group on foot through a tunnel, then up to higher ground. Below was the outskirts of a suburbs. A few were asking me questions, but I think I ignored them.

      I recall the competition. With a flourish, I conjure a large ice spike from the ground. I then surround myself in a thin sheet of ice, and accompany that with frigid wind. My dream body reactively heats up, steam bursting from the unmeltable frost around me. I could hardly feel anything from that instant onward.

      The dream began to collapse some time later. More hand rubbing. Unknown occurrences. Unknown transition.


      Scene 5 - Because I'm Shiny!
      The visuals were very dim. I was standing in a windowless room in an unknown apartment suite. Empty, save for a CRT TV set beside me, its screen flickering on and off. Obnoxious alt-rock music was sounding nearby.

      Once again, I try changing into a Spellforged Guardian. But, no matter how much I yelled or forced myself, nothing seemed to happen. Frustrated, stopped everything for a moment, to then find that I was becoming transparent. I realized my not breathing was causing this. So, I held my breath until I was fully invisible. Then, I tensed up once more, imagining I would reappear in an iridescent form. I did indeed return, only now, I was radiating in, and made entirely of, near-blinding white light.

      I did not delay to try out this new form, rocketing instantaneously up above the stratosphere. Next, I charged as much energy as I could, which condensed itself into a tiny, glowing bead, and fired it down to the Earth. My viewpoint follows the projectile as it goes through the twilight sky and descends towards a large, barren, craggy island in the middle of the ocean. The bead suddenly arced horizontally before plowing itself into the landmass. Great quantities of foam awkwardly spewed out. Eventually, an explosion rocked the land, sinking much of it, and fragmenting what little remained.

      Suddenly, a colossal figure rose from the depths. This appeared as the giant form of Ursula from The Little Mermaid, cackling madly, depicted here in realistic CGI. Then, an even more gigantic Ursula surfaced, who snatched up her frightened, smaller counterpart, and ecstatically gobbled her up. With slight alterations, this happens again, and again, and again, with no end in sight. Uh, yeah, gettin' weird...


      I lost focus. The dream soon collapsed, and I woke up.

      Updated 08-04-2018 at 03:14 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid
    15. Log 1191 - Ice Bug Home School

      by , 08-03-2018 at 01:07 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Thursday 02 August 2018

      Got a WILD and a fragment today.

      Scrap Group 1
      Some court proceedings. Think it was a mock trial to test out various proposed laws? Several characters from Law and Order were there.

      Dream 1 - Ice Bug Home School

      WILD transition. The visuals were a bit blurred. False awakening in the living room of an unknown home. While keeping still on the couch, I rub my hands thoroughly. I then ran about, paying little attention to anyone else that I've passed by (likely relatives).

      Next, I climbed up a long flight of stairs, and stopped at a landing. The contests' tasks came to mind. With a swipe of my hand, I ordered a human-sized ice spike to erupt from the ground. Wasn't fond of its artificial appearance. So, I did likewise in the next few landings, until I got a spike that looked respectable enough.

      I then yelled 'Yol Toor Shul!', the Dragon Shout for a fire breath (but only because I forgot the chant for ice breath at the time!). Nonetheless, this manifested as a stream of light snow.

      I rushed to the top. This lead to a long hallway, one more suitable to a more public building than a house. I called out 'Tomb of Levistus!' (a magical power from D&D), intending to trap myself in a giant ice crystal. Instead, I'd unwittingly shrunk myself down to a few inches. Just then, the Hanna-Barbera character Snagglepuss walked in out of nowhere, almost unknowingly stepping on me, had I not avoided him.

      Things destabilized a bit. More hand-rubbing. Still in my tiny form, I continued all the way through the entirety of the hallway. Beyond that was a kindergarten classroom. At the helm was an olive skinned African-descended woman with black, kinky hair, donned in an adorned plaid dress and black slippers. I approached her, inadvertently going at near-blinding speed. The woman soon spotted me, appearing visibly flustered, almost as if I were some friend who'd wandered in at an awkward moment. She hastily scooped me up, then kept me held in her hands behind her back. After distracting the kids with busywork, she isolated the two of us under a doorway opposite of where I first entered. "We'll play later.", she whispered hurriedly. Hmm... ok?

      Things get unclear.
      Lucidity lost. Various warps to other places. This goes on until the dream ended.

      Updated 08-03-2018 at 03:38 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , dream fragment
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