J.D.

26.04.2011

Superpowers (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was an interesting kind of dream- one in which I don't really remember a beginning, or a point at which I became lucid. As it progressed I became more and more aware that it wasn't real and I could do anything.

I was hanging out in some kind of ranch in the countryside. It was surrounded by green fields, and there were mountains in the distance. There were quite a lot of people there with me. They were all around my age, and all had some kind of superpower. I walked through the main garden, sampling all the different powers that people were displaying. There was pyrokinesis, hydrokinesis, telekinesis, pretty much all the kineses. One I particularly liked was the ability to turn into animals. I'd never been able to do that before in a dream. I decided it would be great to try a pterodactyl, and before I even tried to begin a transformation, I was one.

I flapped my wings and took off. It surprised me how quickly I could fly. It took almost no effort to get from one end of the ranch to the other. To test out the pterodactyl's full potential I headed for the mountains in the distance. I flew over forests and a river, and reached the mountains in seconds. I banked left and swung around, back to the ranch. The feeling of effortless speed was incredible. I landed beside one of the smaller outbuildings and was myself again. I looked in the window of the building to see what was going on. There were three dudes in what looked like Viking armour sitting on a long couch around the edge of the room. I heard a brief part of their conversation, namely their introductions. They said they were the gods of wind, sea and earth. From what I understood, they were waiting for the god of thunder.



How could I pass up an opportunity to become this badass-sounding motherfucker? I looked up at the sky with an arm outstretched and roared. The sky instantly turned black and a huge bolt of lightning exploded out of the heavens, into my arm. My right arm was then wrapped in rotating lightning, which I tested out discharging into the distance. It felt incredibly powerful, and I thought at the time it could be very handy for the next zombie apocalypse I come across.

15.04.2011

Relearning (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It has been a long time since I WILDed, and I felt like a nap today so why not.

As I relaxed I listened to some easy-going music, and turned it off when I realised I couldn't remember the last three songs that played. I must have zoned it out. As I lay there, I tried to stimulate some simple visualisations, but none were coming easily. After a while, I seemed to read a newspaper. The print was very small, and the articles made absolutely no sense. I was reading very intently, and felt quite alert. Soon after, my hand touched something cold. I assumed it was the wall. But, not having moved myself, I knew it was sleep paralysis.

I ran my hand along the wall and opened my eyes a crack. I could see the same thing I had before I went to sleep earlier, and wasn't sure whether it was part of a dream or I was really opening my eyes. So I closed them again and slowly stood up in bed, feeling the cold wall the whole time. When I jumped sideways out of bed I opened my eyes again, knowing there could be no question this time. I saw my room in halls, crossed with the room of the house I lived in five years ago.

I stumbled to the top of the stairs. Everything around me had a psychadellic, vibrating quality to it. It slowly stabilised. I was very conscious of being in a dream, and even moving around in virtual reality felt strange. In hindsight, what I should have done next was rub my hands together and attempt part of the task of the year. Instead, I caved to my base instinct and went off on a shagging spree.

A false awakening followed, and I kept my eyes closed. It felt like someone got into bed beside me, so I asked if they wouldn't mind helping me up. This they did. When I stood up and looked around, there was no-one to be seen.

I'm going to have to get back into WILDing, I'm out of practice.

11.04.2011

On the run from the Law (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I want to get back into the habit of recording my dreams again to boost my recall. I plan to leave a notepad on my bedside table I can jot stuff down onto before I forget. I had a sequence of long, high-quality lucid dreams last night, but due to shit recall, I can only remember pieces.

In the earliest fragment, I was rollerblading round the suburbs of Belfast. I say rollerblading, but I wasn't wearing any. It was more like high-speed hover-gliding with the same mechanics as rollerblading. It was early morning and there had been a huge storm the night before, judging by the blown down trees and telegraph poles. The streets were strewn with rubble. Lucky I could glide over the top. I heard sirens wail in the distance, and a couple of people ran past me. There were two men and a woman. I stopped gliding and watched them run down an alley and get into a busted up mini at the bottom. They seemed to be running from the police.

Just then, I spied a police car pull up at the opposite end of the alley, right beside the mini they were inside. Feeling bad for these people (I got it in my head they were acquaintances of mine), I zeroed in on their mini, and yanked it up the alley with telekenisis. As it flew past me out onto the street, I slipped inside it. I'm not sure how, it was going really fast. What followed was a car chase, during which I effectively became a heavy weapons turret. I stuck my head out the sunroof and stopped any police cars that got too close. Some I flicked off the road telekinetically, some I exploded, and one I tried to take apart like Dr. Manhattan, but failed.

Later, our car broke down and we ran through the inner city on foot. Now I could hear dogs chasing us. Looking back, they were in the distance. They looked like "Scud", the dog from Toy Story 1, except pure black. I found myself trapped in a basketball court with no exit. A dog caught up with me and chomped down on my right hand. I could feel the teeth going in, but there was no pain. I shook it off and flung it out of the court.

That's the last I remember. There was another dream where I distinctly remember blowing someone's head off with a shotgun at close range, but there's not a lot else I recall.

03.04.2011

Power Trip (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I became lucid quite a few times during the night, but it's now nearly time for bed again, so my memory has seriously deteriorated.

I was taking part in a giant street battle. I think it was inspired by watching recent news reports of Egypt/Libya uprisings. I was part of the rebellious horde, leading an army of thousands up a hill to a monument. It was surrounded by a roundabout- it reminded me slightly of the Arc de Triomphe in Paris. All my army were wearing red, apparently it was our colour. The top of the street filled with government troops, and they started to advance on us. I began to charge, and the army followed. I screamed out a war cry as I pulled back my fist, which burst into flames. The government army had stopped in their tracks by the time we reached them, and I swung my flaming fist with all the force I could muster. It was like a small explosion. Several troops were blasted into the air, and more followed. I felt like Sauron (If you've ever seen that part in LoTR when he joins in the battle). Pure badassery was being dished out.

A while later, I noticed that a large coach had been inconveniently parked at the top of the street leading to the monument where all the government troops were. It had the unfortunate effect of funnelling all my red brothers-in-arms into their firing line. They were getting mown down, and had nowhere to go upon reaching the top of the hill. I pushed my way through the scrambling crowd, over to the coach. I lifted it up over my head. As I did so, the fighting around me stopped as people on both sides stared. After a quick psych-up, I launched it vertically. I assume it went into space, because it disappeared into the sky and never came back down. The reds cheered, as they were now able to run and find cover at the top of the hill.