Non-Lucid Dreams
19.11.2011Headless (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID A vivid segment from last night which I had to share. My recall has evaporated recently, probably due to early mornings and late nights, but I still get the occasional gem. I was looking in the bathroom mirror in my old house, examining my mousatche which I was growing for Movember. It was a big handlebar bastard and I was very pleased with it. I had a moment where I blacked out, and when I came around I saw that my face had a slit in it. There were two red lines going out horizontally from the corners of my mouth. I followed them with my hand round the back of my head. They met at the other side. It was then that I realised it was a clean cut through my skull. I don't really know what came over me, but I then lifted the upper segment of my head off my jaw. It came away with a squelch. There was a bit of oozing, but not much blood. I "looked" at my head. My sense of sight still came from where my head should have been, but when I reached up to feel around, there was nothing there. It occured to me, in the strange state of mind that I was in, that I was running a very serious risk of death here. I reasoned that having disconnected my brain from the rest of my body, it was not getting any blood, and hence, oxygen. I was running the risk of a bad ischemic stroke at the very least. Whilst thinking about oxygen in the blood, I felt my breathing become a bit laboured. "No wonder," I thought. "I don't even have a proper mouth to breathe through. I wondered just how well I would be able to think without a brain. Small multiplication proved difficult, and even counting by tapping on the windowsill was a chore. I suspected that lack of brain was impacting on my motor skills as well. With that, I planted my skull back on top of my neck and jaw. I looked back in the mirror to see that it had attached itself well to the flesh of my jaw and lower cheeks. In fact, it looked like it was healing already. My brother came into the room and said something to me. I mumbled something in reply, not wanting to move my mouth in such a way that would disrupt the healing. Never once did I think of reality-checking during this episode.
31.12.2010Death by North Korea (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm trying to boost my recall, so I'm going back to recording everthing I remember about the night's sleep! I was trying to bust my friends out of a jail in North Korea. We were inside the inner courtyard of a castle which was made of lightly coloured stone. It was overgrown and run down, but there were sturdy metal bars at every exit. I was the only one of the group skinny enough to squeeze through a gap between the bars. As I snuck around a corner, I came face to face with a Korean guard. He was wearing a green uniform and hat, and carrying a rifle with a bayonet. As he saw me, his eyes widened, but he didn't make a sound. Instead, he turned and ran away- towards a guard outpost I assumed. I charged after him, to prevent him from raising the alarm. We struggled through some thick, overgrown flowerbeds and out into the open. Unfortunately I was now in full view of a guard with a mounted machine gun. He turned before I had a chance to react and fired. Everything went into slow motion. I felt the bellets going into my chest, but it was more of a discomfort than actually painful. Next thing I knew, I was back in the cell with my friends. I had respawned. I tried again many more times, and eventually got my friends out of the cell using a crowbar I found in the guards' quarters. We made our way slowly through the overgrown flowerbed again. There was more than enough cover to conceal us from the machine gunner. The next thing I knew, I had a bow in my hand. There were long sharp bamboo sticks on the ground all around me, so I picked one up and prepared to fire. As I pulled back the string, I lined up my target- the machine-gunner. I let it loose. Headshot! The guard stumbled out of the turret and fell to the ground. This alerted all the other guards in the vicinity. A screaming alarm sounded and they all rushed out of their quarters. A fight ensued. I think I might have been semi-lucid, because I remember thinking that I would find some proper arrows in a quiver on my back if I simply looked for them there. Indeed I did. As my friends fought the guards at close range, I ran around the edges of the courtyard firing arrows and making ridiculous shots which always found their target. Finally, all that was left was one man. I assumed him to be Kim Jong-Il, but he was much taller and more badass. He was also dressed in a black robe, unlike the dull green boiler suit Kim Jong-Il is always seen in. I fired plently of arrows at him, all of which hit him at various points on his cranium, but had no effect. He advanced on me slowly. I had my back to a huge stained glass window. Beneath it was a sheer drop to the front of the castle. When the cloaked figure was close enough (by now his head was like a porcupine), I slipped around behind him and performed a "this is sparta" kick to send him through the glass. He fell, wailing, to the stone ground below.
22.08.2010Riding 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!
06.07.2010Hermaphrodite (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I had to record this one. Even though it'll make me sound like a freak! Read with caution, and please don't judge! I woke up in a double bed in a homely bedroom. The decor was light browns and creams. I knew that I had temporarily changed gender, and I was going to have to chose one of several gender variations to be stuck with for the rest of my life. I stood up and looked in the big mirror on the front of the wardrobe. I was naked. I looked just like myself, but I had a vagina. This didn't cause the freak out I would have had in real life. Instead, I pondered the implications of this setup. For the rest of my life, I would only be able to have proper sex with dudes. This, I was not up for. I shook my head and "Hmmm"-ed to myself. I woke up again in the same bed. I got up to look at myself. I had the body of an incredibly hot brunette woman. With a penis. I was shocked at my own attractiveness. Sexual narcissism aside, I looked awesome. I felt my new breasts, which I was very surprised to find had feeling in them. Having a new, working body part is weird. But I had a penis still. "Hmmm" I pondered. If I was to go with this variation, I could still have normal sex with women. They would just have to be lesbians. Looking at myself though, I reckoned I would have no trouble at all bagging a hot lesbian. I definitely preferred this over the last option. I know... Freud must be banging to get out of his coffin...
Just got a few fragments from last night, not really worth a DJ entry. Part 1: Was at a crazy-awesome party on a roof terrace. Got really wasted. I think I woke up a bit and went for a DEILD- or maybe just tried to stabilise, because I remember spinning on the spot really fast. I stuck my arms out and went even faster. Then I started floating around the party. Part 2: Woke up the next morning at the party (false awakening ofc). Semi-lucid. Found myself wrapped up in blankets beside a naked Holly Valance. Freakin' jackpot! Good times were had. Part 3: I was doing some kind of important assignment and a dude behind me was annoying me. I very uncharacteristically turned round and yelled at him, and he stabbed me in the eye with a pencil! I couldn't believe it, the pencil was actually embedded several inches in my eye! There was no pain. I slowly pulled it out which made a squelching noise. Niiice.
20.05.2010Bohemian Rhapsody (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was in a kind of country forest park, running through a hedge maze. It looked like late afternoon- a nice day, but slightly cloudy. It felt like I was taking part in a race, or sponsored run. There were other people in the maze (I could see over the walls, they weren't that tall), all jogging along at their own pace. I could hear music playing from the finish line, so I assumed it must be close. It was Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody", one of my favourite songs. I found the exit to the maze and took off running down a well-worn, rocky path which led downhill. Right then, I had a feeling that I might be in a dream. The situation (of running through a wooded area with my own personal soundtrack) seemed very familiar to me, and at the time I thought I had dreamed of it a few times before. (Upon waking I have no memory of these previous dreams)- MrDreamsX might find this interesting! I tried to float my way down the hill and take longer, floating leaps, which actually worked a bit. I glided a bit between touching the ground, but it wasn't enough to turn me lucid. I looked at my left hand, but I didn't pay enough attention to it to even RC properly. So I kept on running. The song ended as the ground leveled out, and I ran into a strange bog/marsh. I could see the finish line on the other side, so I ran straight in. My friend Pearse, who had evidently just finished the course, came running back from the finish line swinging his shirt in the air, and dive-bombed into the deepest part. I laughed. He said, "Hey John, Jess is over there, her and Craig had a fight!" Jess is my girlfriend, Craig is a friend who I do not trust around girls! I waded out the other side of the marsh and crossed the finish line. Craig approached me. "Hey man, what's going on?" I asked. "Nothin', just finished," He replied. I shrugged and walked past him to find Jess wearing a towel. She was upbeat and nothing seemed to be wrong, so I didn't worry. We both went and jumped into the marsh. Here I woke up- I think because of the sunlight shining through the blinds- which always wakes me up at my dad's house. -It also quite often leads to interesting SP situations, and this one was the same sort of thing. I lay completely still, not quite awake. I wanted something to focus on for a DEILD, and Bohemian Rhapsody was still in my head, so I let it play. This time however, it was Weird Al Yankovic's version! (It's much faster and zanier) It was playing in perfect quality, as if I was wearing headphones. It came to the part, "So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye!"- In the Weird Al version there is a "hawk-spit" sound thrown in there which I always find humorous, so to test my capabilities I had the spit noise play three times for extra emphasis. It sounded awesome. After the song ended I had nothing else to focus on, so I gradually woke up.
14.05.2010Deep Trouble (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This one was incredibly long. It felt like it lasted five or six hours, maybe more. In reality it couldn't have been more than an hour though. I'll try to condense it a bit. It began with a school trip. Me and a load of friends/acquaintances were on a coach. It was driving through lots of small towns which looked like they were still in Northern Ireland. It was a pretty miserable day. Raining a lot, some traffic. The coach journey lasted about an hour, then the teacher told us to get off. Everybody was carrying a huge rucksack, and my arms were full from holding a really big sleeping bag. What followed was a lengthy walk down some slightly-flooded streets. I kept collapsing from exhaustion and sliding for a bit. One time I tripped and nearly went face-first into a pile of soggy dog shit, but I saw it coming and shielded myself with the sleeping bag. My friend Hugh helped me up and we continued on. We arrived at a strange school a while later, soaked to the skin and about to drop. For some reason I was now wearing a Guy Fawkes mask. I saw it in the reflection of a door. We walked through a couple of classes, seemingly knowing where we were going. The last room at the end of a chain of rooms was ours. Most of the people from the coach were already inside and sitting at desks. I started talking to a girl who arrived just after us about how fucked I was. During that conversation my legs gave way and I ended up on the floor. A receptionist leaned over a counter and stared at me. "Name?" she asked. I tried a couple of times to tell her my name, but kept spelling the surname totally wrong. It frustrated me, but I got it in the end. She told me to pick a table and pull up a chair. I instinctively ripped off most of my soaking clothes and wrapped myself up in a duvet I found in my backpack. I joined a table with a few of my friends at it and started writing something in a notebook. I can't remember what it was though. A while later, after some missing time (but definitely in the same day), I was walking back to the coach. The weather had cleared up, and apparently the environment had changed completely. I was walking through the MW2 map, "Rundown". I started off passing the house at the top of the hill and walking down the steps into the enclosed courtyard. I was very angry about something, so I got out a LMG and started shooting at people. Snipers in ghillie suits kept trying to sneak past me, but I nailed them all. For a better defensive position, I ran up the wooden stairs and into the room at the end of the building. I camped at the top of another set of stairs and shot a huge number of snipers who kept trying to run up to me. I had a feeling that this was going to get me into deep trouble, but I didn't care, I was still pretty angry. Soon I heard sirens outside. I looked out the back window and saw a SWAT van pull up. There was a bit of a standoff for a while, but then one police man climbed up on the balcony and talked me down. I calmed down and handed over an Xbox controller. (lol) They put me in the back of one of the NI-exclusive white police vans and brought me to my old school. I had to wait outside in the rain before I could see the principal. It was night time now, and they were setting something up in the main hall. It looked like a presentation of some kind. The sprinkler system was activated in the hall, and was soaking everything. I wondered why nobody bothered to turn it off. Here, I noticed my two front teeth were extremely wobbly. They weren't sore at all, but if I wanted to I could have just pulled them out. I was very concerned. I thought to myself, "This is a textbook dreamsign, I fucking wish this was a dream." I honest to god believed it was real life. I based this on having lived an entire day, something I assumed would've been impossible had I been dreaming. After a while I was led into the hall and told to sit in the front row. I tried to ask somebody what was going on but I was afraid of knocking my teeth out. So I kept my mouth shut, causing it to fill up with saliva and blood. Not nice. I would have swallowed, but I was afraid I'd swallow my teeth, which were getting more and more precarious. "Fuck this," I thought, and got up to go to the bathroom. I took a left when I exited the hall, towards the music department, where I knew there was a toilet. For some reason the music department was gone, replaced by an outdoor concrete football pitch. There was a game of women's football going on. My friend Stephanie approached me, and understood (from my miming) that I needed to find a bathroom. She directed me to a concrete out-building at the other side of the pitch. I ran over and tried to open the door. It was locked. "Just a minute!" I heard somebody call. I was impatient, so I banged the door. It opened and out stepped an awesomely-hot girl I knew at school. I facepalmed. I didn't have time to explain, so I rushed past her and closed the door. I locked the door, which used a padlock :S and basically opened my mouth above the sink. A thick, slimy red goo poured out, along with some tooth-pieces. I was still disappointed that this was reality, and I thought to myself, "I really am screwed here. This sort of thing never happens to me in real life, what bad luck." I kept spitting out red gunk and reached for a towel. As I did, I performed a lazy hand reality-check. It didn't look right. "Wait......" I said out loud. I examined more closely. I couldn't get a decent view of my hand at all. It was totally blurred! "THANK FUCK FOR THAT!" I yelled. I wiped off my face, turned round and punched the door open, breaking the padlock. I threw my arms in the air and whooped. The participants in the womens' football game looked over. I swaggered triumphantly over and proceeded to organise a giant orgy. I was so relieved I felt I could do with blowing off some steam. Pun intended.
22.04.2010Glug Glug (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Just a quickie from right before I woke up. My friend Mark had become addicted to energy drinks. It was all he could drink, and he would physically grind to a halt without constantly drinking some. One time he ground to a halt on a morning exactly like today- sunny, with a warm glow coming through the blinds. I felt it was my duty to get him off the energy drinks and also save his ass from becoming a statue. So I poured a few drops of red bull into his gaping maw, followed by a good gulp of Evian water. The water looked so damn good that I got myself a bottle to drink at the same time. Because it was warm, and the bottle so cold, condensation formed on the sides. Somebody put on a song from upstairs. It was Enrique Iglesias- Hero. I sang along while pouring water into Mark and myself. I found I could basically drink without taking a breath, so I held the bottle upside down and drained it. I had a few beers last night, and was dehydrated. Needless to say, I woke up and and drained a pint of water straight-off. That was a pretty obvious dream with a message- "You are thirsty, drink." It's not the first time I've had one of those either. Good ol' subconscious, looking out for my hydration.
30.03.2010Iron/Bat/Super-man (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID There was a very interesting storyline running throughout this dream, although I can only remember part of it. I was like Superman, in that I was an alien sent to earth at birth, but in my time as a superhero, I wore a black costume very similar to Batman. It included a chest-mounted weapons dock/jetpack, which gave me flying abilities like Ironman. The earliest part I can remember is having a fight with some half-assed villain in the middle of a gravel hockey pitch, at night. (The villain looked a bit like Shooter McGavin from Happy Gilmore) In the struggle, he managed to unclip my jetpack, and put it on in an attempt to escape. Faced with a situation where I was about to become powerless, I became lucid. I've noticed that I do this quite a lot. If I'm being overwhelmed by monsters, or can do nothing to "save the day", I usually turn lucid automatically to take advantage of the god-like powers it affords me. The lucidity is never quite "top-notch", I would be hard-pressed to remember any tasks of the month/year and I usually just go along with the plot of the dream because it doesn't take much effort. The villain was about to take off. I adopted an arrogantly masculine stance (pic above) and laughed triumphantly. "It only works for me you stupid asshole! Biometric contols!" I had made this up in my head just there now, but the certainty in my voice seemed to have made it so. The bad guy bashed every button desperately, but to no avail. I jumped him from behind and wrestled him to the ground, taking back my jetpack. I clipped it back on quickly, and looked at the HUD. My vision was now slightly tinted with orange, and I could see some Chinese letters flashing across the bottom of my view. The flight controls were located on two handles which sat just on top of my lower ribs. It was a little bit like a roller coaster harness in design. Right then, I noticed the ground below me was starting to light up slightly. I assumed the sun must be coming up, but I was wrong. Shooter McGavin started shouting. "Look! It's a meteor! We're all doomed!" "What??" I turned around, and sure enough, there was a fireball in the sky. I activated my jetpack by squeezing a trigger on each of the two handles, and hovered waiting to see where it was going to land. It roared over my head, lighting up the whole area and leaving a burning smoke trail behind it. I squeezed harder, and took off after it. I thought I should be going faster. After all, Ironman can fly at the speed of sound (I think). I instinctively felt around for a "boost" button, and found one on the front of each handle. I pressed them both hard, and immediately shot forward at a crazy speed. My head was thrown backwards with the initial accelleration, but I quickly got used to it. I could still see the meteor in the distance, and I was gaining on it. I noted that this was probably the fastest I'd ever flown in a lucid dream, and I was worried I might destabilise the dream like this. Luckily though, I was deep enough asleep for the g-force not to disturb me. I don't know what speed I flew at, but I estimate I was flying over about fifteen large houses per second, if that's any indication. The meteor hit the ground ahead of me, and I landed beside the crater. It had broken open an entire street, and busted water pipes were spraying everywhere. I don't really remember what happened next, but I lost lucidity, and ended up on the run from the law. Me and my (very) Irish accomplice managed to evade the police and escape down to the beach. (We were apparently in a coastal holiday town) The "beach" was no more than big black rocks covered in seaweed. We spied a tiny fishing boat resting on some high-up rocks, and ran over to it, hoping to escape out to sea. When we got there however, we saw that it had been converted into a pub! Instead of a steering wheel there were draught taps for Guinness and Carlsberg, and the boat itself was actually cemented to the rocks. The bartender shouted something about a storm coming, and all the patrons left. Most of them were grizzled old sea-dogs. I didn't look closely, but I could have sworn one of them had a wooden leg. We stepped inside once it was empty, and closed the shutter-like doors behind us. "This thing will never sail," I said. "Sure it will, just wait till the water gets high enough," he replied. After a short wait, huge waves started crashing over the rock wall which sheltered the boat. Sea water leaked in through the floorboards and washed around my feet. Luckily though, no more come in, and the water outside only pushed the boat upwards. At last, it broke free of the concrete, and started floating. We cheered. My companion somehow got the engine started, and the pub/boat chugged out into open sea. After a while of being battered by the waves, more water leaked in, and came up to my waist. I remembered my phone. "Shit!" I took it out of my jeans pocket and wiped it off. It was fine. I stuck it inside my hood for safekeeping. Can not believe I missed the "wet phone" dreamsign again!
28.03.2010Willful Ignorance (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Just a fragment. I was in Hawaii, for some reason, looking over a hill at the top of the road I was on. On the other side of the hill was a raging wall of fire taller than my house. I walked curiously up the hill to get a better view, but by the time I got to the top, the wall of fire had changed to a line of trees with orange leaves, as if it was autumn. However they were evergreen trees, which struck me as odd. My mum came up beside me, and we started talking about lucid dreaming while heading towards the trees. "What if this is a dream right now?" She said. "It's not though, but the trick is to ask yourself that when you're actually dreaming," I replied without even checking. "No really," she went on. "This is a dream." "Nah, it's not really," I said. What an r-tard.
26.03.2010Anxiety (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This is the dream I had after my failed attempt at a WBTB. It's a classic anxiety dream, so typical it's actually quite funny. It was no doubt brought on by thoughts of starting a new job the next morning. Recall sucks. It was September, and I was starting university. The first thing that went wrong with the day was that my alarm failed to go off and I was running late. (Think Four Weddings and a Funeral, "Fuck!") I scrambled round the house in a panic looking for everything I needed. It skipped ahead here. I was now on campus, looking for my class. I was taking Psychology, and was having a hard time finding it. I ran from building to building, asking everyone I met for directions, but noone seemed to know. I finally thought I had made it to the right place, but it turned out to be a P.E. class. I found myself in a locker room full of intimidatingly huge dudes putting on sports gear. Then I realised I was only wearing boxers. I cursed my own stupidity to have come to my first day of university without clothes, and looked around for something to wear. I found a stall at the end of the lockers. A guy dressed like a football coach offered to sell me everything I needed, and tell me where my class was. I was greatly relieved. He piled up a tracksuit, books, a map, shoes and three bottles of Lucozade Sport (complimentary). Then I realised I didn't have any money! "Shit, shit, shit," I said. In the end it didn't matter because he allowed me to write an I.O.U. and promise to bring him the money tomorrow. I put on the tracksuit and gathered together all my stuff before glancing at a clock on the wall. "Fuck!" It was 5:30pm. "I'm screwed."
15.03.2010Avatard (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This dream happened early in the night and I didn't write it down when I woke up, so my memory of it is less than complete. I also wish I could have been lucid for this one! I was very close to lucid- I didn't realise it was a dream, but I acted just like my waking self would in that situation. Also, I've never seen Avatar, but would very much like to. The earliest part I can remember is being in a system of underground tunnels. The celings were covered in tiny stalactites, and every single one of them was dripping water. The echoing sound of the millions of drips in the tunnels was pretty loud. I was in the body of an Avatar, and was just getting used to moving about. I was surprised at how tall I was and how powerful my legs felt. I took long strides across the floor and jumped around. My memory is hazy, but I remember trying to help a group of humans find their way out of the caves. I put one injured girl on my back and carried her out over a rock wall. I found that my arms had some serious strength as well, as I hauled both my own weight and the weight of the girl over the wall using just my arms. Yep, I "Avatarised" myself. I don't really look that retarded in real life. I think it's the beard. Skip ahead, and I was back on earth, but still in the Avatar body. The local humans were fascinated by me, and people kept trying to interview me. For some reason, I could only speak the Na'vi language, and they couldn't understand me. I could understand what they were saying, however. Luckily, I had a translator who told people what I was saying. I had a short discussion with a woman about the TV show How I Met Your Mother. I tried to say "Neill Patrick Harris" slowly so she could understand, but no luck. For a minute, I paid attention to my own speech, and started speaking in clicks and noises I certainly couldn't have made in real life. Shortly later, I noticed I had a tail. My translater was bugging me, so I poked him in the face with it. I didn't have great control over it, I could only really move it from side to side. When he had shut up, I asked my translator, "What's the deal with this body, do I have to go back to my old one? I wouldn't mind staying like this actually..." I secretly hoped I could stay in the Avatar body, it was way cooler. I was slightly alarmed at how easily I had shrugged off my humanity in preference of this new body, but it definitely seemed like an upgrade.
11.03.2010Tattoos (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was running through a school I didn't recognise, trying to find a class I was late for. Earlier on in the dream, I had gotten several tattoos all over my body, and I was still only wearing my boxers. I had Bart Simpson on the back of my neck, A Xenomorph tramp stamp, a large Predator's fist blade down my left side, I need to play less of that game! and the lyrics to some emo song on my right side. I found my way into what looked like a "Technology" corridor, and something told me I was in the right place. I rounded a corner and saw some people I vaguely knew heading into a room, so I followed them. I became worried because I didn't have any books with me, and I was also in boxers, but then I realised everyone else was in the same boat! Later on in the class, I was invited up to the front do some presentation. I walked calmly up, said hello to the class and stopped. I had no clue what I was supposed to have prepared! "What the hell...?" I murmured. I did a reality check. I looked at my left hand, and it was warped beyond recognition as a hand. One of the fingers had become a piece of wood on the end of a green string. I was dreaming! That explained a lot. I remembered then that I didn't even go to school any more, this whole scenario was made up. Unfortunately, the lucidity I got was not very high-level. I ended up showing off my tattoos to the class. They were all impressed.
03.03.2010Wet Phone (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm really going to have to get more vigilant with looking out for dreamsigns! This entry contains two fragments from two different dreams where I missed my most common dreamsign- the wet phone. Part 1- I was part of a group of people going for a tour of Colditz Castle (a notorious WW2 POW facility). It was on high ground in Germany (I think), and the weather was very cold. There was both ice and water on every surface, and for some reason I was in my bare feet. It was almost strange enough to turn me lucid but not quite. There was a kind of underwater moving platform which performed the function of ferrying people across the river beside the castle. I stepped on with two other people, and was submerged up to my waist in freezing water. Halfway across, I remembered that my phone was in my pocket. "Shit!" I said, and reached in to get it. Somehow, the inside of my pocket was totally dry and the phone was fine. I kind of considered that it might be a dream, but I had been so sure of reality up to this point that I never bothered doing a reality-check. Part 2- I was at a beach with my brothers, somewhere tropical. We swam out to a sandbank with some marram grass on top, and stood on it for a while. Then I felt my phone in my pocket, and realised I had been swimming with it in there the whole time! Somehow, it was undamaged. I can't believe I missed that!
16.02.2010Swamp Ride (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was on an expedition through a swamp, on a weird amphibious bus. We were going from deep pool to deep pool (the bus could only swim in deep water), and the tourguide was getting concerned with the quality of the water. It was a sickly black colour, and bubbly sludge was gathering at the edges, hinting that the water was full of sewage. I was sitting in a seat near the front. I looked down at my feet, and was alarmed to see that water had leaked inside, and was already up to my waist! I pulled out my phone, which was soaked, but it worked fine. I seriously should have become lucid in this one. Two dream signs back to back? Buses and wet phone??
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