lucid

08.01.2011

Banging Cheryl Cole (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a very hazy false awakening where I really couldn't tell whether I was awake or not. I had difficulty moving and couldn't see my hand when I checked it, so assumed I must still be asleep. Rather than force myself out of this apparent inertia, I went for a WILD, inside the dream- with the intention of finding myself somewhere else.

I woke up sitting on a chair in what appeared to be a large, indoor arena for a gameshow. The lighting was low, but there were spotlights zooming about everywhere. The arena itself was covered in ramps and chairs. On each chair was a naked woman reclining. I was highly confused, but quite excited. The voice of Davina McCall (who hosts most UK gameshows) boomed out, explaining that under one of the girls was a playing card, which I had to find without being distracted by them. It was their job to try and seduce me. A klaxon sounded and I ran into the arena. The first girl I came across was an ex, who wasn't too hard to resist, depite the fact that she was naked and covered in massage oil. The card wasn't anywhere around her. I made my way down a ramp and was confronted by a naked Cheryl Cole.



"Fuck the card," I said, and we had sex on the ramp. It went on for a while, so long I thought I might be wasting lucid time, but it was worth it. When a buzzer sounded indicating that I had ten seconds left, I reached underneath her and pulled out a playing card. I threw it up in the air behind me and got back to business.

12.12.2010

This Couldn't Be a Dream (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had lived out a whole day chronologically. Been to the shops to get food, met my friends for a beer in the student's union building and gone shopping for clothes. Being in a dream was pretty far from my thoughts.

It was in the clothes shop in the evening that I began to get frustrated with the inconsistencies I was encountering. I was walking around shelves with my brother Michael. He was playing a game on his phone and not really paying attention to any of the clothes. I spotted a t-shirt I liked the look of on one of the higher shelves. It was a bit out of reach, so I went to look for something to stand on, or a shop assistant who could help. It was getting a bit dark outside, and nobody had switched on the lights in the shop, so I took it upon myself and flicked a switch beside the door. The lights flickered on. With no shop assistants in sight, I went back to the t-shirt. The shelf it was on had become a magazine rack. I screwed up my face into a "WTF" expression and turned around to find Michael where I had left him.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Wha? I dunno," he replied without looking up. I shook my head and tried to find FHM among the magazines. I thought I caught a glimpse of it, but when I did a double-take it was gone. Suddenly I wasn't sure whether I was indoors or outoors. The light had diminished, and there seemed to be woodland at the opposite end of the shop. It was getting a bit too weird. I said to my brother,
"This is exactly the sort of situation I would suspect is a dream, what the hell's going on?" After looking around a bit more I thought it couldn't hurt to reality-check. Six fingers. "Nooo way," I thought. I couldn't believe I'd been wandering around all day, going about my business and getting things done- and none of it was real. I double checked. There were now an indeterminate number of fingers on my hand.

I asked Michael how many fingers he saw on my hand, but he refused to give a decent answer. We exited the shop through the automatic door at the front, and found ourselves in an underground tube station. There was a train on the platform, which I jumped and glided over to the far side. I paused then, to try and remember some of the tasks of the year. The only one I could recall at the time was the end of the world- which I'd already done. I'm not sure what happened next, I may have woken up.

11.12.2010

Testing Curiosities (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had nothing to do at all today, so I slept in till 2pm. I kept waking up and just closing my eyes again, which resulted in WILD after WILD. My memory of a lot of them has eroded, but I've got a few fragments.

I was on a huge cargo ship, and it was sinking. I was out on the deck, and it was tilted at about a 30 degree angle. I saw a shipping container start to slide in my direction. As it gathered speed, I took up a stance in front of it and tried to stop it with telekenisis. It didn't stop, and hit me directly. Luckily my feet weren't taken off the ground, and I was able to bring it to a halt.

It occurred to me then to test a little theory I'd been thinking about. Can we have a visual imagination in dreams? I'd suspected- with the visual imagination faculties already maxxed out with the creation of an immersive 3D world- that it might be impossible to imagine something without it becoming part of the dream, or at least destabilizing it. I tried it then. I visualised a friend of mine, and found that I could. Although my attention momentarily switched away from the cargo ship, and back again when I stopped imagining my friend. It seemed a bit like one was put on hold while I imagined the other. I then turned round to look up at the ship's bridge. There was a giant gorilla blocking my way. I ran at it, and pulled off a Halo Reach "armor lock" to defend against each of its swipes at me.



I jumped up to punch it in the face, and it seemed to get a whole lot smaller. I brought my fist down on the top of its wrinkled head, but it didn't appear to do much damage. The ape then became translucent. It faded in and out, and disappeared altogether after a few seconds.

07.12.2010

WILDing to Snooker (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I got in from class and flopped down on the sofa, still wearing shoes and a coat. Somebody else was watching snooker, and after a while I lay back and closed my eyes. After that it gets a bit hard to tell what was real and what wasn't.

I felt a light sensation in the middle-front of my head, which I can only describe as "a bit like falling". Kind of a tingle. It came in tiny, split-second bursts, and went away immidiately after I noticed it. It startled me slightly each time it happened- having the effect of making me a tiny bit more alert for a few seconds. I felt like I needed to let it happen uninterrupted to fall properly asleep. I was very careful the next time it happened, and it went on for a couple of seconds, bringing sleep paralysis with it. It felt like my whole body suddenly lost any muscle tension, and my head drooped forward- even though I was sure it was completely supported already.

I had a visualisation then of the crane outside. I looked at it intently, trying to keep focused on what I was doing. I could hear the sound of snooker on TV still, it never seemed to have gotten blocked out. But then it got a whole lot louder. I suspected this was purely my mind playing tricks, as I doubted whoever was watching it has maxxed out the volume while I was sleeping there. It got louder, and combined with a high-pitched whine. My jaw then seemed to clench of its own accord. But it felt like the teeth of my lower jaw were in front of my top front teeth. It was a bit uncomfortable, and I wondered if I could fix it without ruining the WILD. Turns out not. They weren't even stuck in that position anyway.



It struck me then that I had actually been pretty far away from awake. The difference I felt when waking up was like resurfacing after being underwater. During the transition to sleep I thought I had been basically aware and connected to the outside world thoughout, but it certainly didn't feel that way now!

04.12.2010

Floppy Neck (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was about to reply to some of my adoptees' PMs on Dreamviews, but I thought I'd get inspired to reply with something more interesting if I had a WILD first. I was quite sleepy, and feeling the effects of a severe hangover. I predicted a WILD would definitely be on the cards. Before getting back into bed I turned on a lamp in the corner of the room to provide a little light. It's annoying to have a false awakening into a pitch black room- and I hoped having a light on in the real world would affect my dreams.

For a long time I lay on my back, to try and relax. Nothing much happened. After shifting position a few times, I thought I could hear someone talking. It sounded like a radio show. I listened carefully and made it louder. It turned into a roaring vibration coming from the sides of my forehead, then stopped.

The next thing I knew, I was playing Halo. I assumed this was brought on by looking at the new map pack before going back to bed. Although for some reason I was playing Halo 1. The graphics weren't great. I was inside some kind of blue-tinted warehouse, and some maniac was flying around on a ghost. I stuck it with a plasma grenade and jumped out of the way before he splattered me. I considered taking the ghost (which wasn't completely destroyed) for a spin, but I felt myself starting to wake up.

I was back in bed, unsure of whether or not I was awake. The lamp was on. As a kind of anchor, I tried to continue playing Halo with a controller I found in my hands. I kept my eyes closed, so I could still see the game I was playing, and used the "controller" to keep moving around.

I didn't think I could sustain the dream this way, so I gave up and opened my eyes. I thought I had woken up and was disappointed. Just to be sure, I looked at my hand as a reality-check. It was missing. I dropped my arm in disbelief. Getting out of bed was a challenge. My neck muscles didn't seem to work, and my head just flopped back on my shoulders. I momentarily fixed it by pulling my head forward by the jaw, but then I was stuck looking at the floor.

Suddenly I was back in bed. There was someone in the room with me. It turned out to be the dude who lives across the hall. I held out my arm and he helped me up.
"What are you doing here anyway?" he asked.
"Dreaming," I replied. "This isn't real." I knew this dream wasn't very stable, so I abandoned any ambitious goals I may have had. Instead, I stumbled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. For some reason, I could only see my reflection in the mirror when I looked at it from an angle. There was no reflection at all when I looked straight-on. Unlike real life, I was clean-shaven, and my hair was quite neat.

After another false awakening, I found myself in a supermarket, looking at some kind of media device. It was quite like an ipod, but was more square than my ipod touch. I scrolled through various music tracks, and found myself drawn to one piece: "In the Hall of the Mountain King". Downloaded when I woke up, a good choice. It wouldn't play in the dream though.

20.11.2010

Wanted... Dead or Alive (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a few DILDs thoughout the night. As is always the case with dreams in the middle of the night, the lucidity wasn't quite top-notch. I was easily distracted several times, and made slightly strange decisions.

Early on in the night, I was having a dream where I was on a beach. It was a dark evening, and the sand was gravelly. There were quite a lot of people around, fishing from the shore. I stood beside a strange man who had a black walkie-talkie as bait on the end of his line. I thought this was strange, even more so when I saw his bucket full of walkie talkies. I didn't bother asking him what he was doing, and sat down in the sand. The waves were quite unpredictable. It was windy, so there were big ones and small ones, with a lot of spray. Then a larger wave washed right over me, soaking my lower body. I was wearing my jeans, and my phone was in my pocket, as always. I had a moment where I panicked, then thought,
"Where have I seen this before? Only in dreams." I looked around at this scenario with puzzlement. The guy beside me had spilled his bucket and the walkie-talkies were floating away. But he was encouraging them, as if they were baby turtles trying to get out to sea. Ignoring this, I stood up and jumped into the air. I flew off over the top of the sand dunes, but saw that they went on as far as I could see. There were mountains on the horizon, so I decided to make for them. Flying was slow at first, and I tried various methods of speeding myself up. Tensing myself and scowling didn't make much difference, and I was slightly afraid of waking myself up with the exertion, so I tried something else. I remembered from a dream a few months back that I could fly faster if I imagined a force pushing me from behind. It worked, but slowly. It took a while to build up any real speed, but I kept getting faster, which was what I wanted.



The mountain range was vast. It looked like I could be in Tibet or something. There was a temple-like structure on each of the peaks, but one was larger than the rest. This was the one I went for. Flying over the tops of the mountains was difficult. I had to keep landing for a few seconds and get a running jump to fly to the next one. I felt like I had reached my maximum altitude. It had become a beautiful sunny day, and for some reason I felt like singing. The first song that came to me was Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. I sang the entire song word for word, and noted that my singing voice was far better than in real life. After that came I'm the only gay Eskimo by Corky and the Juice Pigs. I don't know why, it was just the next song that came to me. Anway, I landed at last on the balcony of the huge temple. Its roof was painted red, and all the walls seemed to be made of wicker. I stepped inside a flimsy door and looked inside. It was much darker inside, and I could see why. It was part strip-club, part casino, and part games arcade. I went inside and lost track of what I was doing after a bit.

There was a short dream segment next which I can't remember too well. I was duelling Voldemort, semi-lucid. I disarmed him and used the body-bind curse on him with his own wand. Then I sped off on a huge bike. It was bad-ass, I wish I could remember more.

I had a false awakening in what I initially assumed to be my own bed. Turned out it was in the middle of a street. My friend Hugh was standing in the road with an electric guitar. He said,
"I am Bon Jovi." This was too weird, there was no point in reality-checking.
"Play Dead or Alive!" I shouted to him. I suddenly realised I couldn't remember off the top of my head how Dead or Alive began, but hoped that it was stored in my memory somewhere, so my subconscious could play it. It started perfectly, and I sang the vocals from my bed. As the song continued, I got up and walked aimlessly down the street. A fat woman approached me. She asked if I would lift her car onto the pavement, as she couldn't park it properly. It was a weird request, but I obliged. Just for a laugh, I stretched in preparation and cracked all the joints in my spine. The car was more of a small bus, but it felt very light. I dropped it down on the pavement. The fat woman handed me a bottle of some kind of alcopop as a reward. I shrugged and drank some of it. It was red, but blueberry flavour. Some kind of thrash metal started playing in the background, as I wandered into a shop. There was a booze section, so I made straight for the Smirnoff vodka. Out of dream-excess, I snapped the neck off the bottle and took a huge swig. It was just as nasty as real life. Nail polish-remover. I coughed a bit, and woke up.

09.11.2010

Trip To the Beach (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a kind of "dream-within-a-dream". I went to sleep in a dream and ended up WILDing into a lucid dream. Technically a DILD though.

I was wandering down the street of a seaside town. The buildings were old, made of stone, and whitewashed. I was pleased that the WILD had worked so easily (suspiciously easily), but reminded myself that I only had about half an hour before I'd have to get up for work. In actual fact it was a Saturday, I could've slept on... retard. I was drawn into a conversation with one of my roommates who I ran into outside a cafe. He told me that there was, I quote,
"A special kind of broadband connection in the shower block over there. It lets you send yourself across the internet." I confirmed with him, and he did indeed mean my actual physical body. Having nothing better to do, I reckoned I had been handed a great opportunity to try something interesting with my lucid dream, and followed him to the building at the end of the street. The shower block itself was delapidated, but still functional. It was right at the entrance to the beach, and it looked like it was there so people could wash the sand off themselves. I pulled back one of the curtains to see if I could find this miraculous wire. The shower was on full blast, and I could barely see through the steam. There was a thin brown wire hanging from the wall, quite innocent-looking. I stuck it in my neck, as I assumed this was the way to teleport oneself through the internet. Faulty dream-logic, I should've got myself a scanner of some kind!

I was getting nowhere so I turned to leave. In the doorway, carrying a red laptop, was my ex. She asked me to help her do something on her laptop (I think involving some sort of user-interface) and I obliged. I almost got caught up in the intricacies of the laptop and lost lucidity, but before that happened, I closed it.
"Want to walk down to the beach?" She asked.
"Sure, why not," I said, with no other pressing engagements, apart from the nagging feeling that my alarm was going to wake me up any minute. We exited the shower block and took a left straight onto the sand. There was a huge, wide open expanse of flat sand between us and the sea, so we started running. I found I could go very fast. After one burst of speed I jumped, and went soaring through the air. She did the same. We continued this, getting closer to the sea all the time. But then, disaster!

My alarm woke me up for work, and I got up (in my old house) and got into the shower. I was in the middle of washing my hair when I realised,
"Wait, what?"

And woke up.

04.11.2010

Splattered (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I don't quite remember how I became lucid (because this dream happened a few weeks ago and I just found my missing notes), but the first thing I remember is standing in the suburbs. It was night, and I was staring down a wide, open street. There was a park to my right. Suddenly there was a commotion from behind a small patch of trees. Out stepped a gigantic "Smoke Monster". It was composed entirely of swirling black smoke, and was moulded into the shape of a 30-foot tall woman. Very Lost-esque.



She started wreaking havok- throwing cars around and firing lightning bolts everywhere. I thought I should probably take her on, so I hovered a few metres up, and flew at her. Before I even got close, she hurled a car at me. I was swatted out of the air like a fly, and was suprised to find that my head was actually spinning from the impact. I tried again. I got a running start this time, then leapt towards the smoke monster like a ninja. She picked up a car in each hand, and slammed them together with me in the middle, still in mid-flight.

Complete blackout. I must've been splattered.

10.10.2010

Recent WILDs (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Lately I've not had much of a sleeping pattern, which is handy as far as lucid dreaming goes. What follows are a few short accounts of WILD experiences I've had in the last few weeks.

I was dozing very lightly on my back when I started to notice the imagery I was seeing get stronger. I heard a beat as well. I automatically took notice and the beat developed into a song. It was "I Love it Loud" by KISS. What a tune. I listened and looked around. I was in the passenger seat of a car, driving along a road I know well. I punched the dashboard a few times in time with the music to try and integrate myself more fully. Then I sang along. I was really belting it out, so much so that I got out of breath. I took two big gulps of air, and wondered whether I was taking these breaths in real life. I knew eye movements in dreams are sychronised with real life, but I haven't heard anything on breaths. The car sped on around a corner. I looked at the driver, and didn't recognise him at all. He was a middle-aged dude with a receeding hairline and very small rectangular glasses. Just because I wanted something to do, I grabbed the wheel and swung it hard to the left. I was reminded of a previous dream where I did this and crashed, after which my recall vanished. Thankfully though, this time we swerved into a church car park. Somewhere around here I got out of the car and lost lucidity through various distractions.

Just earlier today, I was hungover as hell, and went back to bed after breakfast. I lay on my back, as I find it seems to be conducive to sleep paralysis. After a while, I felt my body fall asleep. I literally fell asleep fully. My body was exhausted. But my mind was still 100% awake. No dream formed up immediately, it was very strange. My breathing went on autopilot and I heard myself snoring very slightly. If anyone had been able to observe me, it would have appeared that I was sound asleep, and I suppose I was. I found it remarkable that I could observe the process of falling asleep and remain fully conscious throughout. A few minutes later, hypnagogia finally started. First came the sound of someone else breathing, then I felt my right arm move. I knew this to be part of the dream, since my real body had been paralysed for a while now. I took control of it, and felt my way to the bedside table. After that, I rolled out of bed and onto the floor. Only then did I open my eyes to see the blue carpet. I took a short walk around my floor, pausing to have a look in the kitchen. No-one was around, it was a bit lonely.

In a recent (and seperate) dream, I became lucid out of the blue. It was during a dream where I was a passive observer of the action. Set in medieval times, I was watching a knight defend a castle from attack by a dragon. I was incredibly aware of being in a dream, and wanted to get involved in the action. But I had no physical body. And no matter what I tried, I couldn't force one into existence. This was the very first lucid dream where was simply apprehending the scene and not participating. I could switch viewpoints, rewind time and have an event happen differently, but I could not participate. It was rather frustrating.

13.09.2010

Nonsensical WILD (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was really just going for an early-afternoon nap and hoping for a lucid dream, but it turned into a WILD. I felt my arm move, seemingly of its own accord. I took control of it, and used it to prop myself up on the bed. I opened my eyes as I did so. I could see my room. But I could also see my real room, I had opened my real eyes! The dream-room "fizzled" away and was replaced by my real room. I closed my eyes and tried again. This time, I was able to move freely much more quickly. I waited until I had sat up completely before opening my eyes. I could see the dream room fine. I cautiously got out of bed, keeping in mind how important it was not to move my real body. As soon as I had gotten into a standing position (ie, something totally different to the way I was sleeping), I jumped around a bit to anchor myself.

What followed was a disjointed series of false awakenings (all in different beds in my house) and short lucid dreams. In one, I had a jacuzzi bath with a beautiful girl. The jacuzzi kept emptying itself though. I employed various methods of control to keep the water in place, including THE PLUG, then "believing it would stay full", and leaving the taps on. The jets were also far too powerful. All-in-all, not a successful romantic encounter. Thanks dream-bath.



In another, I was convinced I had fallen asleep with headphones in. The sound of music premeated the dream, and I felt sure that it was coming from an external source. When I awoke, I realised I hadn't gone to sleep with headphones in, so I either imagined the music, or it came from elsewhere in my house. I recognised part of "Stacey's Mom" by Fountains of Wayne.

Later, I was in the passenger seat of my dad's car. But it was being driven by my mum, who has never driven the car in real life. I asked her a question I can no longer recall. But her reply was startling. I can't remember it either, but my reply was,
"Whoa, my mind is really getting good at simulating you! That's exactly the kind of thing you would say!" In making that statement, I wondered if my subconscious was taking note of my approval, or if "it" was even able to take messages in such a way. I'm beginning to think of my subconscious less as an entity, and more of a mass of random/chaotic thoughts, which occasionally come together to form convincing situations in my dreams. As we were travelling along the motorway, I pondered how I could actually make use of this lucid time. I remembered the task of the month then. It was a surprise that I recalled it, despite reading it once about half a month ago and deciding it was probably too hard. "Shrink yourself to the atomic level". An idea occured to me. Feeling the gearstick, I found that the top flipped open to reveal a red and a blue button. I assumed, naturally, that the red button was to transform the car into a rocket car, a la "Men in Black". The Blue, I reasoned, would be to shrink the car and its occupants. I pressed it once. The car shot forward and got a little bit smaller. But I stayed the same size. Now I had to bend over to avoid hitting my head off the roof. I pressed it a few more times, but all it did now was give the car a momentary speed boost.

Before I woke up, I heard my brother calling me. The first time, I completely ignored him. The second time, I had to do a small DEILD to keep dreaming. After the third, I realised he was now right outside my room and wasn't going to give up. I forced myself awake. What an asshole.

04.09.2010

Launch (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was just the end of a long dream I can't remember much about.

I was on an old, rickety bus, travelling through a hot, dry country. All the windows on the bus were down, and I had my head out to cool down. The sun was scorching, and the light reflecting off the light soil was making me feel slightly dizzy. The ride was uncomfortable. I felt every rock the bus drove over. After a while though, it stopped and I got off. I found myself beside a shack. I think it was a public toilet. As I walked into the shade cast by the building, I noticed (with worry) the vast quantity of snakes and huge spiders around. They were everywhere. Enormous snakes coiled on trees and around rocks were looking at me and baring their fangs. I backed away from the trees only to find myself up against a monstrous bird-eating spider. (Only the biggest hairiest fucking spider in the world... yes it does eat birds)



I turned around again, and finding more unsavoury creatures, looked for an escape route. I would up with my back to a lake (infested with eels and crocodiles of course) and paused. If I paused to think a bit more often in dreams I'd be far better off. Why were there so many stereotypically scary animals after me? The situation was ridiculous, I didn't need to reality-check. I stepped onto the air and floated out over the lake. The mood of the dream had changed dramatically. The sun was no longer scorching, just pleasant. The lake was flat and smooth, with tiny ripples appearing below me wherever I floated. There was an island in the middle of the lake with two 50m high trees on it. Seemed nice. I floated around the lake a bit more just taking everything in. Then I spread my arms wide before throwing them downwards. There was a bang, and I was launched skyward at a breakneck speed. The water below me was displaced as if a metor had landed. I shot up to twice the height of the tallest trees, and got the now-familiar stomach-in-mouth feeling that always comes with high-speed flight. I landed in the upper branches of the tree, then woke up.

22.08.2010

Riding Through The City (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Not much sleep last night, so in the afternoon I went for a nap. This initially started off as a WILD, but I got too drowsy and fell asleep naturally. I got one nice little hallucination as I was dropping off though. I was visualising leaning with my back against a brick wall, outside a bar. There was a small light attached to the wall above my head. I was only vaguely aware of its presence until it turned blue and exploded with a crack/pop. I heard the sound so vividly, and the outside of my vision went blue for a split-second. It shocked me back to full wakefullness, but the sound seemed to still be ringing in my ears. Anyway, shortly after that I fell into a few dreams which I now can't remember.

I remembered the one I became lucid in, however. It started off seemingly as a continuation of a dream I'd had many months ago, where I was playing football for the Northern Ireland international team. We were now in the World Cup. The strange thing was, the pitch we were playing on was in the place of my back garden. There was no real stadium to speak of. I became semi-lucid when I noticed how easy it was to run towards the ball. Running took absolutely no effort, and I was really fast. Easy running is becoming a bit of a dreamsign. At half time, I jogged to the petrol station next to my house. I fancied a chocolate ice cream or something. My friend Hugh had given me money to get him a Snickers too. As I wandered round the shop looking for said Snickers, I found I was having real difficulty counting out the money I needed. I kept dropping change, and the handful of change I was holding just seemed to get bigger and bigger. I also couldn't keep any figures in my head for more than a few seconds. After the fifth time I dropped a load of money, I said,

"Fuck it, it's obviously a dream." and threw the handful of change across the shop. Just then, a guy who introduced himself as "Jeff" came in. He was slightly chubby, and wearing a crappy suit. He had the distinct air of a con-man, which I immediately picked up on. He said,
"Hey buddy, it's Jeff, remember me from that other night at the club?" I suspected that he was trying to fool me into trusting him by suggesting a generic situation- one like which a guy my age was likely to be familiar with. (And not remember clearly) I laughed in his face and went outside. I looked back downhill at the football pitch. There was no-one playing on it any more. There was a clinking noise to my right, and Jeff came out of the shop, along with a women and a man. I flew up to the roof of the petrol station and sat there for a bit, contemplating what to do with my free time. After a second, Jeff and the other two floated up to join me.
"So what are you doing here?" the woman asked me.
"I don't know yet." I replied. "Just thinking about what to do with myself here. It's a completely simulated reality inside my own head and I'm out of ideas... Well, lately I've just been working on some dream control."



With that, I stepped off the roof and glided to another as if gravity had been cancelled out. The others followed me. After a few more leaps, I found myself down at ground level again, in a street I knew should've been miles away. There were four motorcycles by the side of the road. Big huge ones, like Harley Davidsons. We each mounted up and roared off down the road. It seemed to be getting to evening time, and the buildings had the same orangey-red glow as the sky. I looked up to see the moon, and another, purple planet farther away. Jeff said something about building up enough dream control to manipulate the planets. I told him I was having enough trouble maipulating a small city, and detailed my previous failed attempts at getting from one place to another through my own city. Just to test myself, I tried to rotate the city around us, using a spire in the distance as a point of reference. Nothing happened. I shrugged and we rode on.

The people we passed in the street seemed terrified of us. Because there were four of us, riding motorcycles, and due to the orange tint to the whole scene, I was reminded of a scene in The Simpsons where the four horsemen of the apocalypse appear. I commented that I felt like one of them. Jeff laughed. We were getting closer to the spire I'd seen in the distance earlier. I could now tell it was cathedral. Quite suddenly, it changed to nighttime, and I felt like I was getting close to waking up. I felt my own body in bed. Tried to hold on, but it was impossible. I don't know what woke me up at all!

17.08.2010

Still got the Skillz (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It's been too long since I WILDed, so on the morning of my day off I decided to see if I still could. I'd probably slept for about ten hours already, so I wasn't expecting great things. I lay on my back, but after a while I got really roasting and sweaty so I switched to my side and pulled the covers down a bit. Then I was too cold, so I rolled onto my back again, with my knees leaning against the wall.

I drifted away for a while, seemingly falling asleep naturally. Then some solid hallucinations started and my mind automatically took notice again. I heard a humming, and maybe some music. I listened hard and before I knew it, I was in the passenger seat of my friend's car listening to Johnny Cash- Ring of Fire. To quickly anchor myself I punched the dashboard a few times and ran my hands along it. Tactile sensations ftw. We were driving out onto the motorway from the city centre. I turned to Hugh (the driver) and asked if we could go back into town. There was something I wanted to do there which I cannot now remember! We had a discussion, and eventually decided there was no point in going back in. Dream-Hugh made a good point. I was bemused that my own subconscious had just talked me out of something. I sat back in the chair to think, and started to feel really itchy. I immediately knew what was going on. I must be sweating like a beast under the covers again! I grabbed the dashboard and held on for dear life, but it was too late. I woke up, very sweaty indeed.

I moved as much as I dared to reposition myself somewhere cooler, with my arms above my head. My mind went blank surprisingly quickly, and after about 30 seconds I could see the inside of my mum's car. This time she was driving. I recognised the street- we were heading for the city centre. It was a beautiful sunny day. My mum was driving like a maniac. I actually put my belt on -in a dream- for my own safety! I kept trying to remember what the route should look like, but things kept popping up which shouldn't have been there. A playground from another area reminded me of a street on the other side of town, then a narrow road convinced me we were back on track. I wished I could keep myself focused enough to recreate the area in which I wanted to be from memory, but it was impossible. Every tiny thing I saw reminded me of somewhere else, and the next time I looked up, that's where I was. I sighed. We were now driving through an estate round the corner from my house, a few miles from the centre. Once again, I overheated and woke up.

I wasn't too annoyed about the wasted dream, I was just pleased that WILDing was still open to me.

01.08.2010

Drunk and Disorderly (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

WBTB's. They really do work. I was only out of bed for about two minutes this morning, and flopped back down to sleep right away. I suppose that was enough to get my brain working properly.

The thought of getting up was enough to trigger a "preparation dream". Even though it was Sunday, I dreamt I was on my way to work. I got to the train station in the city centre in a taxi, and realised I was running late. There was a train I had to get, which was leaving in a couple of minutes. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and ran through the automatic doors. As I jogged through the station, I wondered why I felt so dizzy and undsteady. Was I out boozing last night? I couldn't remember. I got to a shiny area of floor and my feet came out from under me. I slid along the floor on my ass, into a plant pot. The people sitting on benches all around gave me disapproving looks.
"Yep, I'm definitely still drunk," I thought to myself.

For some reason, the dizziness got a whole lot worse now I was down on the floor. I tried to drag myself onto a chair, but it was an impossible task. I thought,
"Shit, why is this happening now, somebody's going to call the police on me or something. What a ridiculous situation, it's almost like..."

I looked at my hand. It was chubby and had about nine fingers. "Oh," I smiled. I turned to the disapproving onlookers and gave them the finger. Clarity was restored, along with my motor functions. I stood up and exited by the automatic doors. Walking straight out onto the road, I was immediately hit by a car. It was a big green jeep, and the impact left a huge dent in the bonnet. The driver, a middle-aged, balding man got out and started screaming at me. I flicked him through a shop window with telekenisis and got into the car. I may have eventually lost lucidity through driving around without purpose.

27.07.2010

Handless (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID



I had just "woken up" from a lucid dream, in my own bed. I could hear someone coming up the stairs outside my room. I think I dreamt of this because I was expecting visitors this morning. I was unbelievably drowsy. Getting out of bed was like swimming in treacle. There was a knock at my door. I stumbled over, and realised I was naked. This was enough to remind me to reality-check. I looked down at my hand. There was no hand. I saw no forearm or anything. But I could feel that I did indeed have one. I opened my bedroom door with said hand and saw a few of my friends from different places. People who have never met in real life. Some from work, others from my old school, some from elsewhere and my girlfriend- who was the actual visitor I was expecting. I was reminded of the first scene of The Matrix.