Golden Tales From The Dream World

Dream
Lucid
Semi-Lucid

Well I did it, I got lucid again. Since I restarted my dream journal anyway.
Unfortunately it seems my telekinesis has all but faded away
Even the minor movements I used to be able to make no longer work,
(the last lucid dream I had before this I could use telekinesis but it was really weak).
Don't worry though, I've been putting a lot of effort into retraining myself to use it.
Soon I'll reclaim the title of Galactic Emperor of My Dreams.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
*ahem*
Anyways, at least I'm making progress.
Also I was catching up on Naruto this week, so it bled heavily into my dreams.



February 8th 2013

I was at the ninja academy with a bunch of other ninjas. We were talking about various things, at one point the class made fun of me for something stupid I said. Suddenly the mood changed. Sasuke, the rogue ninja hell bent on destruction, was headed our was, and we had to gather everyone here to take him on. Kakashi was to lead the strike. I could tell Sasuke was coming because there was a thunder storm always looming above him, and it was headed right for us.

I transition to my grandma's apartment. I began to summon up my pyrokinetic powers for the upcoming fight when it dawned on me.

"Yes! I'm dreaming!" I clapped my hands together excitedly.

I'd been trying so hard to fall asleep before to no avail.
Now here I was, somewhere that wasn't my bedroom, I didn't have to RC to know it was a dream.
I decided that I was going to try to practice active control, since it's the one thing I have the biggest problem with.
I decided if I did some kind of hand sign and blurted out words it would work. (watched way to much anime).
I clapped both of my hands together and intertwined my fingers.

"Active control! Pyrokinesis!"

I kind of sounded like an idiot, and felt like one even more so.
I took my hands and brought them closely together.
I pictured an orangy yellow ball in between both of them.
The result I got was the same as it would've been had I tried it in waking life, total failure.

"Understandable, I typically never use pyrokinesis any how." I thought to myself.

"However..."

I raised my hand at an object sitting on the end table next to the bed.
I tried hard to make it lift up in the air, visualizing it levitating.
To be fair I did so half halfheartedly.
Nothing. Damn.
Deciding that my attempt at active control was a failure, and knowing I had little time, I decided to take in my surroundings.
Specifically, I was looking for abnormalities.
I spotted something out of place, a picture frame of my grandma upside down on a shelf.
But it was balanced on the shelf at an angle that wouldn't have been possible IWL.

"There's one!" I thought.

I began looking around more.
I'm actually very surprised, the room is in almost perfect detail.
Right down to the way that things are arranged in certain places, the walls, the furniture, it's as if I'm actually here.
Then again, I've lived here the majority of my life, and I've been here in my dreams more times than any other place as well, more so than my current home.
My brain has had years to map out and replicate every last detail of it.
It's funny how sometimes we forget just how much work goes into making our dreams seem real.
(However this was beginning to work toward my disadvantage).
After inspecting the room I left the room into the hallway in search of more anomalous behavior.

"There..."

A little piece of paper with a question mark sat on top of a book shelf where a picture frame or something was supposed to be.
I thought that it must have been something like an error, a bit of data that didn't load properly.
Or maybe my subconscious forgot what was there to begin with.
I went into our main living area where the dining table is.
My dad is there doing something by the desk.
In my head I'm looking for more abnormalities, but all I see is normal, normal, and more normal. I'm quite impressed.
I head into my laundry room and spot a pokemon card on the floor.
I pick it up to examine it and see that it's a drowzee card.

It looks like this but is blue and has a lot more text on it, though it doesn't appear out of the ordinary.

I don't bother trying to read it since it'd all be gibberish anyway.

"Son, have you seen my wooden boards for the desk?"

"Hmm?" I had no idea what he was talking about.

But something's missing huh? Guess that's something else to add to the list.

"Ah! Here they are!" He pulls two wooden boards out from the desk like magic.

Hmm, guess not.
There's also a bunch of screws and small wooden pieces on the desk.
It looks like he's installing new drawers, or something.

"Now, I'm gonna get you to put in these drawers."

"Ehh!?!?" You bastard dream don't try and change the subject. T^T

"Remember how I was teaching you about pistons before? Well now to put those skills into action. " (for whatever reason he referred to screws as pistons).

A false memory of him doing so aches at the back of my head.
I don't want to install your bloody drawers, do it yourself! I think to myself.
But I'm ignoring him, I was too concentrated on trying to move a pen cap even but an inch, and failing miserably.
My grandma came out of the kitchen to the dining room as well.

"C'mon on now. Do it for grandma. You wouldn't want to disappoint me now would you?" She says.

Pfft, I don't have to do this, unless, am I really awake?
No that's impossible that doesn't explain the dream signs,
but I wasn't able to use active control either. Maybe this is really happening?
Wait, do I live hear again?
My morbid curiosity of the situation is cut short as I bang my head on my wall, waking myself up.

Quick side note:
I only noticed this afterward since I visited my dad's place just a day after having this dream.
The model of the apartment that my brain uses in my dreams is a lot older, maybe 4 years previous from now.
I know this because some time ago they took the desk and moved it from the hallway to my room.
On top of that, the reason that I didn't find the pokemon card out of place was because I used to have them lying around all the time.
For the longest time, there was even a pokemon card in the laundry room, in the exact place that I found it in the dream.
Now here's something else that's weird.
Because I spent most my time in my room there when the desk was in the room, in my dreams, it appears in that room too.
So basically, in my dream model for the apartment, the desk is in two places at once.
Quick conjecture I thought I'd share.