memorable

10.12.2009

Badass (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was too awake to get back to sleep when I tried to WILD earlier, but I fell asleep eventually (I just don't remember when) and had a DILD. The one's awesome.

I was in some sort of class. It had just ended and everybody was leaving, but I was really slow at putting my stuff in my bag and got locked in. I wondered how else I could get out of there and became lucid. I walked up to a big globe of the Earth, and spun it round looking for a place to go. I had the overwhelming urge to go to the centre of the Earth. so I located the large hadron collider in Switzerland- for some reason it was labelled on the globe. I then blanked out the rest of the classroom and concentrated on the globe, imagining I was looking at the Earth from space. I then "fell" all the way down to Switzerland, into a hole in the ground which was the collider. I'm not sure why I reckoned this was the best point of entry to the Earth's core!
The entrance looked something like this, going vertically downwards.



I shot down the hole head first, and I was quickly at the bottom of the artificial shaft. I broke through the rock at the bottom and was immediately falling through the mantle. I wasn't swimming through magma, there was a passageway continually opening up in front of me, allowing me to descend without... melting or something! I saw the wall of the core up ahead of me. It was solid metal, but luckily the passage continued right through it. Finally I got to the centre. Right at the centre of the Earth was simply a space. It was a spherical room with a brown inner wall, about 3m in diameter. It was chaotic in there. There were loud noises coming from all around me, it was like being in the loudest part of a steelworks. There was the roar of furnaces, and the clank and scrape of metal banging away constantly. It was also hot as hell. I decided to keep going downwards- not like that means anything now, but I continued in the direction I had been going. I aimed to come out at the South Pole and attempt the basic task of the month, build a snowman. (North would have been better, then I could try the advanced as well)

When I emerged above the ground, I saw not snow, but a temperate, semi-tropical climate. I was on the edge of a city, apparently nowhere near Antarctica. I saw two girls I know, and asked them where I was. They wouldn't give me a straight answer, so we started walking into town a bit. The city was full of skyscrapers and had busy roads. Whilst walking down a hill, I jumped up on a wall, then dropped down from rooftop to rooftop as the road went down. We came to a car park outside a white building. There was another car park beside it, with lots of limosines in it. There was also a big, long, gray capsule, which looked like it could be a fully-sealed limosine car wash. One of the girls explained that it was a robotic chamber, into which old cars were placed, and repaired. Apparently the capsule would fill with a special gas which repaired machinery. I took a running leap and landed on the most heavily guarded area of the car park, right beside the machine. An alarm went off, and security guards started advancing on me. My friend Pete was suddenly by my side, carrying a suitcase. "We've got to get out of here!" he said. Just to rock the boat a bit more, I went inside the machine through one of the sides, which had been left open. Pete followed. The door slammed shut with a "zzzip" noise, and vacuum sealed itself with a hiss. All of a sudden it started to move. We had been hitched up to a big rig and were being towed along a busy street at high speed. Samuel L. Jackson was driving. I fucking love that man. However, he was not friendly in this scenario! I somehow knew that he was taking us to his boss, but also wanted us dead. Gas started hissing out of vents along the floor of the machine. I tried to bash open the door as I had done a large window in a previous dream, and gave it a whack with my right elbow. Nothing happened. I took it up a notch and used my shoulder. The door opened a tiny crack, but it was immediately sucked closed, as there was a vacuum inside. By now Pete was struggling for air... bloody chain smoker! I though about burning my way out, and held out both my hands as balls of fire formed above them. I couldnt get them to be at all intense, so I decided that was a waste of time. Time for another tactic. I took a step back, concentrated on my right hand, and blasted a concussive force out of my palm which blew the door off. The gas was sucked outside and fresh air came in.

The big rig skidded to a halt and Samuel L. Jackson got out. By now me and Pete had entered a juice bar on the other side of the street. I ordered an "orange one". But as I was about to lift it, the huge hand of Samuel L. Jackson came out of nowhere. He lifted it to his lips and drained it in one gulp. This was a gigantic version of the man himself. He was about 10 feet tall, and built like a brick shithouse. He was wearing the same suit and had the same hairstyle as he had in "Pulp Fiction."



He looked past me to Pete, who was on my left at the bar. "What's in the case, man?" He asked threateningly.
"Red-hot heroin," replied Pete without a moment's hesitation.
"Mothafucka." Said SLJ in a conclusive manner. We got off our seats and ran outside, past Bruce Willis, as the character of John McLane from "Die Hard". He was advancing on SLJ. There were now many more people in the street, following John McLane. Just about every movie badass you could think of was there to back us up. The ones I remember are Riddick (Vin Diesel), Blade (Wesley Snipes), Chev Chelios (Jason Statham), and Rambo (Sylvester Stallone). There were plenty more who I can't remember. Nicolas Cage was there, as a character I didn't recognise, looking distinctly less badass than the rest of them. I think I must have become semi-lucid here, because I ran away rather than watch this ultimate showdown (of ultimate destiny lol). I ended up at a party, and had a romantic evening with a girl my brain invented for me!

10.12.2009

Generations (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Noted this badboy down when I woke up in the middle of the night. I probably would've forgotten it otherwise.

I was walking around a mansion, which my family apparently owned. We had a kind of underground basement/crypt which was very ornate- full of white marble. However it had fallen into disrepair, and somebody had broken in and ransacked the place. The corpse of my grandmother (not my real granny) was left out in the middle of the floor, and the small above-ground windows near the roof of the crypt were broken. There was a load of rubbish covering the body, including a set of roller-blades, which I wanted to try out but was afraid to go near.



I was working in an office building nearby, I think for the government or something. I had recieved intelligence that "The Master" (from Doctor Who) was in the building, plotting something evil. I knew he must be in disguise as one of my co-workers. I had a suspicion that his plan involved ressurecting someone from the crypt to be his slave, or trying to start a war. Either way, I knew (somehow) that he had a time limit. He would have to do it by the end of the working day, or not do it at all. It was nearly time to go home, and people were talking about leaving. I tried my best to stall people from leaving by talking to them and spraying sluper glue around all the exits from some sort of spray can. (very useful!) I then got talking to a girl in the kitchen. She showed me how to make a pair of rings to be worn on the two little fingers. I should have become lucid here because my hands looked retarded as hell, but I thought nothing of it. She made herself a pair as well. Once she put them on, she turned into The Master, and started laughing maniacally. Then she ran off.



I went into the "Intel Room", which was dark and full of fancy computers. A guy working at a terminal informed me that there was an indication that nuclear war between the USA and China was close. Apparently a Chinese nuclear submarine was parked right outside our building and was shining lights inside in a suspicious manner. This was enough for the USA to retailate by doing the exact same thing. (Apparently this office I was in was US government) There were doomsday alarms going off. They sounded like a standard alarm, but a woman running past screamed, "It's the doomsday alarm, we're doomed!"

The guy at the computer terminal had an idea. He would contact the people on the submarine outside to see what their intentions were. I looked down on the submarine outside while he tried to get through. He was asking for a specific man, who he thought might be on board. I asked him how he knew this guy would be there, but he didn't answer. A while later the man he was looking for came on, and they had a short exchange in Chinese. It turned out that the submarine was merely a tourist attraction, and nothing to worry about.

I went home, pleased that nothing had gone wrong. When I arrived back at the mansion, something was clearly amiss. There was silence in the house, apart from one woman walking slowly around the downstairs. I "recognised" her as my Aunt, whose name began with M, but I can't remember it now. The Master had brought her back from the dead and was now trying to take control of her. Luckily, she was too strong for him, and he wasn't able to make her his slave.

After this, I never heard of The Master again, and me and my family got to work repairing the crypt. The corpse of my grandmother was taken out, then lowered through the roof into the right place. The windows magically repaired themselves in front of my eyes.

05.12.2009

Wand Battle (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was walking around a room in a tower block with a load of the characters from Harry Potter. Turned out I was a wizard too. Snape was walking around looking very smug- I can only assume that it was because of his new breast implants. There was another Hogwarts teacher creeping about who looked pure evil. I must have just invented him, because he's not in the real HP. He was very short, with a hunchback, a pale face with big yellow eyes, and sharp teeth. He wore an elaborate robe and lots of jewellery. He started telling me off for my earring, and to fool him, I pretended to be just scratching my face with it, rather than putting it in my ear. As he turned away, I booted him in the ass.

This turned me lucid for some reason! It was night outside, and out of the clouds came Draco Malfoy and a bunch of death eaters. They were on broomsticks, and flew around outside the largest window making threatening gestures. Everybody inside was scared. I stood up on a desk beside the window. "Never fear!" I said. "This is a dream! And I'm a fucking wizard!" I turned sideways to the window, and elbowed it with my right arm. It shattered, and glass blasted outwards. I got out my wand, and realised I didn't know any spells. I decided to make up my own. I pointed it at a death eater and shouted "Boom Headshot!" His head exploded and he plummeted from the sky. I used the "boom headshot" spell on about five more, but it felt a bit like overkill; too easy. I jumped out of the window (which took some psyching up) and immediately started to fall. I concentrated on slowing my descent until I stopped about 20m below the window. There were still death eaters above me swooping about on broomsticks. This gave me an idea. I put my wand between my legs, and it extended to form a broomstick. I zoomed back up to the window's height to resume the battle. Unfortunately when I got there the scene had completely changed. Everyone had gone, and the window wasn't broken. I could see into several rooms, where people were working on computers. I lost lucidity somewhere around here, and I can't remember what I did next. I might have woken up, not sure.

17.11.2009

Time-Travelling Assassin (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


This dream took place, maybe 50 years in the future, judging by the technology in the cars. I was chasing a girl who had information I needed. I followed her down a winding mountain road with very long corners. I had to do some drifting in my car, but this was no problem as the car was controlled by all sorts of high-tech computers and could drift all day if it needed to. In the girl's car was another guy, who I think was japanese. I chased them to the very bottom of the mountain, and into a barley field. She finally admitted defeat and stopped in a clear patch to see what I actually wanted. I pulled up alongside and asked her a question about the future. I can't remember what it was exactly, only that it involved war in some way. She immediately got very cagey and paranoid. Then a voice from her car's computer said, "Analysing vehicle... This car is unregistered and is therefore illegal." (Talking about mine) I explained that I had brought the car back with me from the future and it was important to me. The girl refused point blank to answer my question, but hinted that a certain woman was the only one who could. She sped off back up the hill so fast (using nitro) that her un-seatbelted companion was thrown backwards out of the car. (It was a convertible) I offered him a ride, since I planned to follow her anyway.

I explained my predicament to the japanese guy on the way up the hill, and he gladly cooperated. He told me that this "crazy cat lady" as he called her, could answer my questions, and that the girl I had just met was more than likely on her way to see her right now. He gave me directions to the housing development where she lived. On the way, he phoned the girl in the other car, but so as not to make her more paranoid, said only that I had offered him a lift, and he had accepted. I got out of the car at a road on the edge of the general area where my companion told me the woman lived. I suddenly had the power to fly, but thought nothing of it. I floated over several identical white houses. They were all somewhere between wooden houses and trailer homes, and all had a small garden. Sometimes I would land and have a quick look around to see if this looked like the place I was after. I was able to tell by looking out for pet gravestones. I reasoned that if this woman was as into cats as the japanese guy had said, I would find some sort of evidence in the garden. About the tenth garden I landed in had no grass, just stones. I saw that there was an unmistakable cat gravestone in the middle, but a lot of dog crap around the garden. The japanese guy landed beside me and looked puzzled. Then an old woman of about 55 came out of the back door. He said, "That's her!" I went to approach her to ask my question, but was interrupted by the girl, who followed the woman out of the house. She was very angry at me for having followed her, but even angrier at her friend for helping me. She berated him for about 2 minutes, during which time I couldn't get a word in edgeways to speak to anyone. I entertained myself my doing flying pushups on the fence. My feet would levitate in the air directly above my head, and I would push myself up and down.

Eventually they stopped arguing, and to my surprise, I was invited inside by the old woman. The girl and guy waited in the garden. It turned out she was definately more of a dog woman than a cat woman, I could smell dog in the house. I talked to her for a few minutes (I still can't remember what was so important) and she went to a cupboard and got out some parchment. It looked very old, but she said it was a newspaper from the future, during the war. She put it on a stand in the middle of the kitchen and squirted some kind of brown liquid on it. This made writing and pictures appear on the parchment, which had been almost blank before. I tried to read it, but then the woman's husband came in. He was japanese as well, and enormous. He was quite old, but looked like an ex-sumo wrestler or something. He was angry and afraid, and tried to destroy the parchment with the top of a broom handle. He said,
"No! You can't read this! It says I become involved with warlords in the future! We shouldn't know things like this, I don't want to know!" I tried to stop him, but he was immensely strong. At this time the girl burst into the kitchen and grabbed the parchment. She threw it out into the back garden, looking as terrified as the huge man. I remembered reading something on the parchment, a poem, which included the line, "...the way out through a quick stone passage..." Suddenly the ground started to shake and the roof began to cave in. However, more than the roof was falling. It was as if the house was in a cave, and rocks were falling all around us. For an instant, there was only one safe way out of the house. So much rock had fallen that it created walls on either side of one single gap. I could only see the girl. I shouted, "Do you think this is the quick stone passage?" with a slight grin. She seemed to agree and we both charged down it while rocks fell around and behind us, filling the passage in.



When we reached the front door, there was a sheer drop below, of thousands of feet. We dove head first off it without a second thought, a la Assassin's Creed. On the descent, I saw an opening in the ground below, shaped like an eagle. The girl saw it too, and we picked up incedible speed and flew right down it. I somehow knew then that there would be symbols for a male and female eagle for us to follow at the bottom. We landed in a giant underground lake, where we dove under. She saw an opening marked with what was unmistakably a female eagle, and I saw a male eagle marker pointing me deeper. The water was very dark and cold. When I got to a certain depth, the stone walls of the lake opened up into a much wider underwater cave. Unfortunately this is where I woke up.

16.11.2009

The FACE (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was the creepy result of a false awakening and the position of a certain painting in my room.
There is a painting of a cow on the wall opposite my bed, so I can see it when I lie on my back. This invaded my dreams.

I had a false awakening in my own bed, and I looked at the wall opposite me. I saw that the painting on my wall was not a cow as I had always imagined, but a face in disguise. When I looked at the painting when I woke up, in semi-darkness, I could see where it might me mistaken for a scary face. In the light it's just a cow, and I can no longer make out a face other than the cow's. The face had come halfway out of the painting- its nose was about 3 inches from the canvas. It looked a bit like this, only scowling more.




Even worse, it was alive. I was lying in bed and it started insulting me, telling me it had been watching me ever since the painting had been put there (over a year). It then proceeded to list off all my worst fears and telling me they were true, and laughing at me. It had a posh but gravelly English accent and a wheezy laugh/cackle.

It was truly hideous. I decided enough was enough, I'm going to burn it. I knew there was a fire in the fireplace downstairs at the minute and I planned to stuff the painting in it. To shut him up I wrapped a brown towel round the whole painting and held his face to my chest. I was kind of worried about him biting me.

Then I had another false awakening! This time the painting was actually of the pokemon Venonat.

05.11.2009

"I am Iron Man" (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I only remembered that this dream existed at all when I was typing up the previous one. It's strange to think that we probably have lots of great dreams that disappear into the void when we don't remember them. Seems like a real waste. Anyway, just glad I saved this one!

I was being held prisoner in a bunker-turned-prison, much like in the Ironman movie- except better lit. At the start of the dream, I had already built the suit and was commencing my escape. I busted down the thick steel door and about ten guards came running at me. However, in the dust that was kicked up by the door being broken, I was somehow able to sneak to the other side of them without being noticed. Once the dust settled and they saw me (with horror, I might add), I proceeded to "dish it out" on my captors, using a combination of super-powered kicks and flying beatdowns with my forearm plates. They never stood a chance, and soon I was free.




I found myself in the main hall of what appeared to be a cathedral. I had emerged from one of the secluded doors at the back corner. The celing was very high, there might have been a dome on top. It was then that I noticed Hitler standing looking up at some artwork. I immediately knew that he was the one who was keeping me prisoner, and I resolved to piss him off before my rocket-powered blast-off to freedom. I tried to get his attention. I started off with "Yo dickhead!" But he didn't even acknowledge the noise of my voice. I decided to try a different tact. "Mein Führer!" I shouted. Hitler of course, couldn't resist, and turned right round ready to do the nazi salute. I was ready for him, and sent a marble bust his way which hit him clean in the stomach. Then I turned around and took off straight through the front pillars.

I then woke up at home. It felt like some time had passed since I escaped from Hitler. I was awoken by someone bringing me a delivery of a huge box. I ripped it open and to my surprise, there were the parts for an upgraded version of my suit inside. As I opened all the individual packets, it struck me how much this looked like a futuristic toy. The designs on the box and instructions seemed very professional and, well, market-friendly. When I put it together and got inside, I looked a lot more like Optimus Prime than Iron Man, even the colours.





I definately preferred this suit over my last one. (I never found out what happened to it) It had the ability to transform into some sort of supercar, with me in the driving seat. I tested it out in the street outside my house and found that it could hover and fly extremely fast. One time, when it was in "car mode", I pressed a button on the dashboard which was surrounded by purple neon lights. The roof closed on me and the car shot forward. I couldn't see where it was going, and it made a sound like a spaceship.

I passed out, but when I woke up, I was five hundred(ish) years in the future. It was night time, and I walked into the first building I saw. Luckily, it was full of people waiting to explain everything to me. Small blank of missing time here... I had fallen asleep in a hammock in an upstairs room of this building. The room was windowed on all sides, and was full of people. There was the atmosphere of a party having finished earlier in the night. People were standing around talking and sipping drinks, and there was a purpleish glow which was the only source of light. I got up and walked to the window. It overlooked, about half a mile below, an enormous highway 30 lanes wide, full of traffic. I was surprised that the roads were so full this early in the morning, but I remembered that I knew nothing about the future and this could be normal. There were some cars and lorries that I could clearly see were fuelled by petrol (not sure how I inferred this, maybe because they looked just like their modern-day counterparts)- but some others which were like skeletal frames of vehicles. These seemed to have no fuel tank on board, and I could only imagine that they worked by somehow absorbing power from elsewhere using the white umbrella-shaped dome on their roofs. I said to a guy next to me, "I see you haven't completely abandoned petrol then?" He smiled and nodded. I asked him how the white-umbrella vehicles were powered, but he was quite secretive. Through listening to the comments of people around the room, I deduced that they were somehow harnessing radiation which hit the earth naturally (day or night- not solar) from space and using it as power.





This is the closest vehicle in appearace that I could find to the radiation-powered vehicles from the future. Just imagine a great big white umbrella on top.

I begged the other people at the party to tell me exactly what this new power source was, but they wouldn't, because I was from the past. I said, "It's not like I'm going to go back and patent the idea, then get filthy rich, I have no interest in that!" (In actual fact, that's exactly what I intended to do lol) They still refused and I was forced to admit defeat and head back outside.When I got back to my car, I saw someone trying to steal it. I had set up a password and biometric ID scans so nobody could use it but me, but I saw that she had already changed the password. She ran for it, but I caught up to her and she told me the password without much interrogation.

I made it back to my time with no real bother and spent a long time flying up hills really fast and taking off, transforming in mid air and landing in the upright position.

29.10.2009

Simply Lucid (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

By carefully re-relaxing and focusing on becoming lucid again, I would up back in my messy four-houses from the previous dream. I knew I probably didn't have much time before I woke up again, so I tried to prolong it my not letting myself get agitated enough to wake up. I slowly walked around the house until I got to the living room. There was a big, old-fasioned, wood-pannelled TV in the corner playing a music channel. Robbie Williams was doing a cover of Lady Gaga's "Paparazzi". I thought it was rather good so I made a mental note to download it when I woke up- if it existed! (It doesn't ) I turned off the TV when another song came on so it wouldn't make me forget Paparazzi. I went into the kitchen to find more of my old possessions strewn across the floor, and found an old journal from 2005. Even though I knew I was dreaming, I lifted it and put it in my pocket, lest anyone read it.

Here I was woken up by noise downstairs. I snapped straight from the dream to sleep paralysis.

29.10.2009

Flying Practice (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I managed, for the first time, to chain the next three lucid dreams together in one morning. I must be getting somewhere with all this!

I was playing a game of Halo 3, on a map called Last Resort, one of my favourites. It was just a mess-around game, and I wanted to tweak the settings to reduce the effect of gravity so I could fly. Having done this, I realised, "I can't fly..." even though I was in the role of a video game character. I became lucid there. I decided I'd had enough playing Halo 3, and I was suddenly in my own house. What I realised after waking up was that the house I was in was a clever amalgamation of the three houses I've lived in during my life, plus my dad's current house. However it all seemed normal at the time. I was wearing pyjamas. There was mess everywhere, like a party had been had. There were a lot of my possessions that I hadn't seen in years lying around the floor. I tried to fly around the house. I jumped up in the air, higher than I normally wound have been able to, and on the descent, I hovered about a foot above the floor. I then kept this up and floated around the house. I said to my brothers, "Hey, look at this!" They seemed impressed.

I went outside with the intention of flying much higher. I was slightly worried about this because any time I've ever tried to fly unaided in a dream in my life, I've got to a certain height, shat myself (not literally) and plummeted. I told myself though, that it was only a dream and I couldn't actually injure myself. (Turns out this doesn't make heights any less scary!) Some people in the street looked at me strangely for wearing pyjamas, but I didn't care. I flew up to the height of a street light, but had real difficulty going any higher, or staying at that height. I grabbed onto the top of a pillar made of bricks and dangled off it quite comfortably. Then a grey car pulled up outside and out stepped some of my friends' parents, come to pay a visit. I guided them inside, floating of course, and told them to ignore the mess. In the living room I found my old friend Lucie lying on the setee. "'The fuck are you doing here?" I asked her. She didn't reply and I found myself losing the dream.

28.10.2009

Flying and Skateboarding (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember what I was dreaming about prior to becoming lucid, but the first thing I remember is coming into possession of a flying elephant. It was a much larger version of Dumbo and could probably seat about six. I remembered the basic task of the month for October on dreamviews- "Scare a DC", and decided to take a woman standing near me for a ride on the elephant. I controlled the elephant, sitting on top of its neck (the driving seat I assume!) while she sat on the top of one of the huge flapping ears, close to the head. We flew low at about 90mph through a city which had lots of things overhanging the streets and bridges to go over/under. It felt a bit like swinging through trees, so I started singing the George of the Jungle song, and the woman joined in. I made the ride deliberately extreme to try and scare my passenger, but nothing worked. She said, "Sure this is a dream, it's not even real!" I was annoyed so I jumped off the elephant and it flew away into the distance. I recognised the city I was standing in as Paris. The street went downhill for as far as I could see and I had a desire to skateboard down it.





I knew I couldn't skateboard in real life, but that didn't matter. I took off down the street on a board, and basically grinded along the railings on the side the whole way down. I hopped from railing to railing as fast as I could think of where to grind next. I jumped over the tops of cars coming the other way and landed on the other side of the road a few times. When the road became level at the bottom of the hill, I finished up my ride by deliberately landing heavily on a low railing and snapping the board in half with the force of the impact.

I felt like I should maybe try and integrate myself better into the dream, so I felt everything around me carefully and paid close attention to the feel of the peeling paint on the railings. I even did a reality check for the first time (in a dream). My reality check is to look at my hands and count how many fingers I have on each hand, then turn my hands over and double-check. When I counted my fingers, I found that I couldn't quite tell how many there were. The first time I looked, there were seven on my left hand (which I checked first), and when I looked again, there were six. My hands also looked more like a womans, with longer nails.


Having been fully convinced I was dreaming, I walked over to a nearby kebab cart on a busy street corner with the intention of trying some food or a cold drink to test my other senses. The cart was the size of a large van and had lots of vats of food. I grabbed an ice cube out of one and a handful of doner kebab strips out of another and crammed everything in my mouth. The kebab meat was delicious, and although I could feel the ice cube getting crunched up and melted in my mouth, it didn't seem as cold as I expected. Maybe I don't have sensitive teeth in my dreams. :S I wasn't actually hungry, so I spat what I was eating back into the pile of food, to the disgust of several onlookers. I saw my brother eating out of a cantine farther along the cart, and I asked him what was good to eat. He directed me to a drinking fountain. I saw that the water flowing from the tap had steam coming off it and I thought, "I don't want to drink hot water!" So I ignored it and walked on.

22.10.2009

First Totally Stable Lucid (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I fell asleep in the late afternoon after having a shower and listening to my ipod for about an hour. I didn't attempt to WILD, in fact I didn't even intend to fall asleep.

I know there was a dream which led me to becoming lucid, but I can't remember what it was. Recall isn't the best today. The first moment of lucidity I can recall was me sitting in the passenger seat of my mum's car (purple Renault Megane). My mum was driving, and somebody else was definately there, but I have no idea who it was, never turned round to look. We were in a multi-story car park (Castlecourt car park, for anyone in Northern Ireland!) As soon as I realised I had finally achieved being independantly aware in a dream, everything started to fade out. I remembered reading on the DV forums that a good way to stabilise a dream and increase vividness is to handle and feel an object, get your senses involved. I quickly glanced around the car's dashboard and could see nothing. I noticed the car's radio, and desperately pressed the "tape eject" button. To my enormous relief, a gray tape popped out, and I turned it over in my hands for about 30 seconds, keeping me in the dream.

The most amazing thing about this was that it was a conscious decision to slowly lift and move my arm to the button. I could feel my arm muscles working and all the while I was thinking, "This is amazing, it's like I'm in another dimension, and completely asleep!" I felt like it took a bit of mental acrobatics to seperate my awareness of my actual body from my dream body, and moving my arm consciously was slow, like learning to walk.

The radio then activated itself and "Back in the U.S.S.R." by The Beatles came on. Strangely, this was the very first song (of about 25) I listened to in my ipod session earlier, but it put me in a really positive mood. My mum started to drive towards the barrier at the exit and started talking. Then I saw she had the head of my 14-year-old brother and was talking in his voice. I wasn't having him driving the car! I rotated his head 90 degrees round to me by grabbing its top. I looked at him and shook my head in exasperation at the weirdness that was invading this previously normal situation. I entertained myself by singing along to "Back in the U.S.S.R." and bobbing my head in time.

I had the first of several false awakenings here. I only realised they were false awakenings when I woke up for real at the end- I was then surprised to be sleeping in a different place than I expected from my false awakenings.

Where I woke up was weird indeed. It was a dingy, underground, but well-lit basement. The bed I was in was slightly above the level of the floor, and there was a kind of computer terminal on the rusty platform beside it. The computer terminal was playing the same Beatles song. I thought I had woken up for real (Weird how the brain makes unfamiliar places seem familiar just to trick you into thinking you've woken up, creating a bizzare dream-within-a-dream scenario.) Another of my brothers was walking around the huge basement room talking to someone round the corner. Since I was still in a deep state of relaxation (in this first layer of dreaming), I was able to fall right back into the same dream. (second layer) This time nothing happened at all and I just listened to the music for a bit, happy that I'd managed to get back in.

I experienced another false awakening, but this time I had my head under the covers in a totally different position. I wondered, "Should I have been able to have moved in my sleep? Should sleep paralysis not have stopped me?" My brother was still walking around talking belligerantly, and the music was blasting now. I got up, and ate a cake. Yes, straight out of the blue. There was a cake sitting beside the computer teminal. It was small, only about 6 inches across and was full of jam, really sticky. It was absolutely delicious. Best cake ever. Part of me thought "I'm never getting back to sleep", but I decided I would be able to if I had been dreaming that I was dreaming. i.e. loud things in dreams would not stop you sleeping in dreams. Turns out I was right and I went to sleep almost right away.

This time I went to find a girl I remembered from a non-lucid dream I had earlier. She was blonde and awesome, but of course, completely made up. I'll censor the next few minutes for the sake of decency! Unfortunately, I decided NOT to have full sex with her because I was genuinely worried I would start sleep-thrusting in my bed, and that could be embarrassing if anyone walked in... (I remembered that my real bedroom door had been left slightly open) By the way, any readers of this, does that happen??? I'm pretty anxious to know!!

I had yet another false awakening to the basement room. I must have been nearly ready to wake up for real here because I had occasional flashes of awareness of my own body in bed. Once, I could really feel the numbness of sleep paralysis. To try and anchor myself in the dream-world and avoid unneccessary waking, I climbed around the edges of my dream-bed (which bacame extremely long suddenly :S), feeling the wood which made up the frame very carefully. Not long before I woke up, I opened my real eyes, and I could see an image of my wall on top of what I could see in the dream, which was pretty crazy.

Can't wait for the next one!

19.10.2009

Bus Crash (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This isn't really a seperate dream from "Misty Mountains", as it continued uninterrupted, but the whole story is quite long and this part is totally different.

The flying coach landed in a town on the North coast of Northern Ireland where I used to have a caravan, transforming into a standard coach as it descended. It drove into the campsite, to the caravan I used to own. To my surprise, my family was there, and so was my friend Darren. This time it was definately him, not like the last dream where I wasn't sure. I was exhausted from all the travelling, but the only bed available was a double bed in a room at the back end of the caravan, that Darren was already sleeping in. I was so tired I didn't care and flopped down to sleep. When I woke up, Darren was gone, and an enormous African man was just setttling down in his place. I said, "Who the absolute fuck are you?!?" He responded to tell me that this caravan was free for the use of anybody, and showed me his "ID poster". -This was a fold-out poster (which it seemed natural that everybody had :S) containing information about a person's appearance, nationality, marital status etc. I was shocked to see, beside "Occupation", the words "Large Rapist"! Needless to say, I shot out of bed and ran down to the living room, where I confronted the guy who was obviously running the place. He accompanied me back to the end room to examine the man's ID poster. He said, "This doesn't say rapist!" And sure enough, when I looked, it in fact said, "Huge Ravist". I had no idea what the hell a ravist was, and looked it up when I woke up. According to urbandictionary, it is: "A new political party. It is the Rave party. It is more fun than the Conservative party, and more socially acceptable than the Neonazi party." At the time, in my dream, I thought it was some kind of farmer, but I stand corrected! I still didn't go back to sleep, I just apologised to the guy and walked outside. (I was still 100% sure it had said "Rapist", and he'd changed it).

When I stepped outside, the weather had changed dramatically. It was now hot and humid. The sun was bright, and I started to feel like I was in Florida or somewhere. I went over to two of my friends, Mark and Craig, who were lying on sun loungers. There was now clear blue water lapping up beside the caravan for some reason, and I suggested to them that we go fishing. Craig said, "Nah, only the pro's fish here, but look at that!" He pointed to a killer whale about 30ft away, swiming past. (The water had risen considerably) Craig swam out to it, and I tried to watch. I noticed I was wearing sunglasses, and conveniently they acted as goggles when I went underwater. The whale swam into the caravan's garden, which was now underwater, then leapt up in the air and smacked down causing a massive wave. It started to thrash about, sending the rising water everywhere. Me and several others jumped onto the coach to shelter, but couldn't get the doors closed because the water had broken the electrics. The water was now chest-high inside the coach.

I saw that there was a double-decker bus parked nearby which I swam to and got on board. To my surprise, it was filled with about 60 of my former schoolmates, who were sheltering on the top level. The bottom level was full of water, which was now getting foamy because the whale was still thrashing around. I forced the doors closed, and the bus began to float. It floated to the top of a hill -the water had not reached the other side of this hill. The bus then started rolling down a busy road at high speed, gushing water at it went and knocking cars out of the way. I saw that up ahead was a busy intersection which was familiar to me. I became slightly lucid here, probably because this was so unbelievable -and great fun! Everybody else was screaming in terror and I just laughed. As the bus picked up speed, rolling towards the intersection, I knew this was going to be spectacular. As I would often do in situations like this, I whipped out my phone and started recording. -It didn't occur to me at all that this wouldn't last! I quickly searched my head for an "appropriately triumphant exclamation" to yell when the big crash happened, and for some reason opted for "BOOM HEADSHOT!!" Don't ask me why, it came out of nowhere! Right here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olm7xC-gBMY#t=0:15

Enjoy! Somebody shouted "Heads down, chins up!", which made just as little sense. The devastation caused was unbelievable. There were cars thrown for hundreds of metres, trees uprooted and water everywhere. It was great fun seeing the shocked expressions of all the DCs.

The rest of the dream was the aftermath of the crash. A huge deal was made out of the fact that somebody cut their hand.