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15.09.2011

Watch out for the Mumakill (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was walking along a dusty road in an abandoned industrial estate. There were rusty wire fences on either side of the road and it looked like early evening. I walked with about four other people, all of whom were armed with weapons from Halo. I had it in my head that we were waiting for some Covenant aliens to arrive, much like the Firefight gametype in Halo. A big purple Covenant dropship flew over my head from right to left, and hovered over an empty patch of ground. Some grunts jumped out and grouped together to advance on us. I fired at them with my pistol, hoping to get a few headshots and hear the familiar "weeeeyyy" sound that usually accompanies the death of a grunt, but the headshots proved hard to get. It felt like I was firing with my finger, and it wasn't accurate at all.

We took shelter from the dropship in a house on the other side of the road. It had two floors, but was very run-down and rickety. It was really little more than a big shack. However, some people did live in it. There was a woman in her fifties, and her daughter. While the rest of my group talked to them in the kitchen, I left to explore the house. Most of the rooms didn't have lights, and the windows were boarded up, so I had to use the torch on my gun. As I examined the study, I started to notice strange things about the house. The furniture looked like it was lifted straight out of the 1800's, and there was a Hufflepuff crest on the wall. After I had finished trying to read the titles of the books in the bookcase (I couldn't), I turned around to find the decomposing body of E.T. It shocked me into lucidity. I went back into the kitchen and spoke to the woman who owned the house.
"That was a bit too weird," I told her. I thought of her as a dream character, and as a representative of my subconscious mind, so it felt only right to speak to her about the quality of the dream itself. She didn't reply however. I went out into the hall and looked through the front door. In the distance I could see a long dust cloud developing. It nearly encompassed the whole horizon. I stared, and suddenly I could make out the shape of an advancing mumakill, from Lord of the Rings. It was a giant elephant, armed with spiked tusks and a nest of Haradrim warriors on top.



I ran back inside to warn the others. They scarpered out the back door, leaving me to fight the giant monster alone. While I waited for it to arrive, I practised punches on the metal fridge. I was disappointed to find that I only left a small dent with each blow- I would need much more to fight the mumakill. The ground began shaking, I knew it was close. Through a window by the front door I caught a glimpse of a swinging tusk. Next thing I knew, the house came down around me and everything went black.

28.10.2010

Halls of Residence (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Early starts with a nap in the afternoon are a fast-track to WILDs.

I was lying on my back, having become 100% convinced that this is best for WILDs. After what can't have been a very long time (maybe half an hour), I realised I could hear things. There were voices coming from the corridor outside my room. This was to be expected, I knew. It was the middle of the day and I live with 10 other people. But their conversation made very little sense. I could also hear a voice which sounded familiar at first, but I knew it didn't belong to any of my roommates. Then I noticed music. I had fallen asleep beside my open laptop, this much I knew. I was fairly sure as well that I hadn't left any music playing. The song sounded like it was by the Black-Eyed Peas, but I hadn't heard it before. It got louder and louder, until it reached a gigantic roar and stopped altogether. I moved my arm out and touched the wall. I knew I had to be dreaming now, otherwise my arm wouldn't have been so easily moveable.

I rolled out of bed and went exploring. There were a couple of dudes out in the corridor who I spoke to briefly, then I headed into the kitchen. It had become a weird mashup of the actual kitchen and my room. It had blue curtains on one of the walls which, when opened, relvealed nothing.

Not a whole lot else happened. Woke up feeling very refreshed!

13.08.2010

Urban Warfare (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream started off as if I was simply playing Call of Duty, but the control and semi-lucidity got better as it went on.

I was part of a small squad of three or four men and our commanding officer- who was Sgt. Foley from the game. We were running uphill through a mostly deserted city. I remember thinking it had to be somewhere in India. We were supposed to be running to the extraction point beside a river. A helicopter (presumably ours) zoomed overhead. As it hovered above the horizon, it was shot down by an RPG.
"Oh no..." said Foley. "We were nearly there." We kept running up the hill anyway, as we were being persued. As I ran, I began to think something was "off"- which I often do in dreams where I'm running. This was enough for me to try and fly as a reality-check. I took off like a rocket at a 45 degree angle, heading uphill to the river. The lucidity I got was not quite as clear as I'd have liked- otherwise I would've remembered to do some tasks or something. Instead, I dropped down to the ground and waited for my squad to catch up. They ran up the street towards me, ducking for cover behind cars as they went to avoid a hail of bullets which was only getting thicker.
"There's no way out," said Foley. I indicated the river behind us.
"Aquatic escape?" I suggested.
"No, the only way out is the way we came." This made absolutely no sense to me, as I was sure I had seen boats and jet skis on the banks of the river when I was in the air. I decided we would get more action if we fought our way back though, so I agreed.



Looking back down the street, I could see that our enemies were massing. There was one large figure standing in the open, assembling something. He placed a large cylinder on top of a stand and got behind it.
"Shit- RPG!" I yelled. He fired, and everything seemed to go into slow motion. I darted to the side of the street and took a leap into an alleyway. The leap took me higher than the first floor windows, and out into the next street. There was an explosion behind me, and I was hit in the back with debris. I found I was quite close to the river again, so I did a hulk-jump up to investigate, landing on a high pier. As I suspected, there were jet skis. In fact, one solitary man had just parked his in the middle of the river and started swimming. I decided to steal it. I jumped from the pier into the river. It was a yucky brown colour and had quite a bit of algae. The water was about four metres deep, and I actually had to kick off the riverbed to get back to the surface. The swimming man was none the wiser as I hauled myself aboard his jet ski and (finding the keys still in the ignition) sped off.

I lost lucidity duing my trip along the river. I got caught up in the scenery- it was beautiful. I passed settlements, boats, canoeists and hotels seemingly built out of the riverbank. Eventually my jet ski sprung a leak and I had to abandon it.

27.06.2010

Lucid Memories from a Night (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There were quite a few DILDs throughout the night, so I'm just going to throw together the fragments I can remember.

Part 1: I discovered a new way to teleport (with about an 80% success rate). I let myself fall forward, flat onto the floor while visualising the place I wanted to be. I fell through the floor and found myself at that location. I did it quite a few times while running round a campsite at night. I wanted to get from A to B quickly, because I knew if I tried to run it I might get distracted and lose lucidity.

Part 2: I was on a dark freeway at night. The only vehicles were impossibly large trucks travelling at like 90mph. I was curious to see what would happen if one hit me, so I stepped out in front of a massive green one. WHAM! It hit me flat in the front and carried me along for a few metres before I dropped down and got run over by it. I felt the full force of the impact, but it wasn't painfull at all. I got up and tried again. This time I phased right through the truck, and was left standing alone on an empty road.



My wet phone dreamsign is sticking with me. I was on a beach, using my phone and set it down on the sand. I turned around for two seconds and when I looked back, a wave swept over it and completely submerged it. I pulled it straight out and wiped it with a towel. It worked fine (duh). It seems my subconscious has accepted my new Blackberry as my current phone. The past few months I've had a couple of different phones, and my dreams always picked the wrong one to soak. I've become quite attached to the Blackberry now though, and my subconscious is determined to destroy it.

I've spammed the DJ section with my posts long enough! Now that I've finished moving all my dreams over from my old thread I'll only be posting new dreams as they come. Of course... in the time between the old thread closing and now I've built up a backlog of new dreams that have yet to be posted...

19.03.2010

Tiny Hallucination (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was as I was dropping off again this morning after going to bed at a ridiculous hour for the past 4 nights. I'm due a serious night's rest one of these days...

The light was on, and I was lying on my back with my legs leaning against the wall, and I really didn't think I was asleep. I didn't notice sleep paralysis taking effect (but I suppose it did), but soon my phone vibrated on the desk next to me. My eyes were only half-open, and I couldn't really see clearly, but I knew exactly where the phone was on my desk beside the bed. I reached over and picked it up, then tried to unlock it, holding the screen above my face. I couldn't seem to get it to work, or even really focus on it, so I blinked a couple of times to clear my vision.

Turned out, I hadn't moved at all. I was still in the exact same position I had been in before my phone went off. Gotta love that tricksy sleep paralysis...

07.01.2010

Knocking on the Door (Strangely Precognitive) :O (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was having an extrememly lazy day with a huge lie-in. In early afternoon my mum came in and told me I would have to let her in when she got back (our front door is tempermental). I mumbled my assent and went back to sleep.

A while later, I was wandering around my old house, not doing anything in particular, when I heard the door knocking. I remembered what my mum had said earlier, but stayed asleep, assuming my brother was downstairs and he would get the door. The knocking continued, so I went to the door in my dream and opened it. No one was there. I looked round to the left of the door at the living room window. I saw my next-youngest brother peering in.
"Come inside," I said. He didn't seem to hear me, and kept looking at the window and door, thinking what to do. I decided I'd have to wake up and let in whoever was at my real door, as I could still hear knocking.

I went downstairs to find it was in fact the same brother I had dreamt about! Nice coincidence, what are the chances? I have three brothers, and I was expecting it to be my mum, but my dream showed me the real person. Well, one in four I suppose...

I've always thought (or at least hoped) that there were other possible levels of perception than the five senses - maybe only accessible through altered states of consciousness. Maybe an extension of awareness achieved through greater functioning of the five senses. Say for example, you could tell who was at the door based on tiny cause/effect actions started by that person, which eventually reach you. Maybe if you know them, the mind could fill in the blanks. Be it vibrations or whatever. But I'm getting totally off-topic, and of course this dream is in no way a suggestion that such abilities exist, just a fun coincidence! Interesting enough to make you think about it though.

17.10.2009

Dexter and the Cleaner (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My recall was a bit shabby for this dream, but it had all to do with the TV show "Dexter".

I was Dexter, and me and a team of about four people were carrying out some kind of task for an agency. I had a "dream memory" of earlier that day, when an important-looking old man in an office building had given me a bright red file to deliver somewhere.

Right now, it was night, and we were about to complete the task. We approached a tall wire fence, which had two layers of barbed wire at the top. I looked to my right and saw in the distance two plain-clothes police officers standing in front of what might have been a stadium or mall, surrounded by police cars. I knew that they were judging my performance. They had a large sign set up beside them, which was basically indicative of how well I was doing, as it showed my name and the title of the job I would recieve upon completion of this task. After climbing quickly over the fence, in almost one jump, I saw that the "Job" section on the sign had changed from "Delivery" to "Cop".

I can't remember actually being able to read the letters on the sign, I just knew what it said. This might have been what caused me to realise I was in a dream. Same as in the last dream I knew I was having, I did not consciously try to do anything or interfere with the story, I just kept it in my head that this wasn't real. Kind of like watching a movie.

I assumed my fence-climbing prowess had impressed the officers and I looked back at the fence thinking, "This has to be a dream, I'd never hop that in real life." With this thought, the fence nearly doubled in height. I looked at it, slightly daunted. But then I remembered I could pull off anything in a dream, so I scrambled over it even more easily than I had done when it was half the size.
I walked casually over to the front of the building where the police officers were, and lost lucidity somewhere on the way. The dream continued as normal.

I realised that the large building was definately a Mall, as I could see inside it now. The police officers said to me, "Congratulations, you passed, you're now a cop." I then took part in something like a murder investigation, except there had been no murder. I became part of a team of officers who examined nearly every inch of the mall. I interviewed a large cleaning lady with curly black hair and she told me how she was angry at a former co-worker for quitting and leaving her with all the work. She drove around on one of those motorised cleaning platforms they use in malls which works like a big lawnmower. I don't remember encountering this other cleaning lady in the dream, but I got a mental picture of her being about 300lbs, with a bad-ass attitude. This ex-cleaning lady became the "villain" for the rest of the dream, and I had the feeling that she was out to trip up my investigation in some way.

My point of view soon shifted into the first cleaning lady, and I became her, going around with an enormous brush, sweeping up rubbish and dust. There was a slightly spooky moment when I entered a disused bathroom to sweep. It was completely cut off from the rest of the mall and was pretty eerie- barely any lights worked. I paused and reminded myself that this was a dream and nothing could possibly happen that I couldn't laugh away anyway. With confidence, I marched into the bathroom to clean it up. Some building work was obviously in progress in this bathroom, which doubled as a shower room. The floor and walls were made of the same type of orange/brown tiles you see in cheap communal washrooms, some were missing and others were smashed up. There were a couple of toilet cubicles missing where there should have been some. Upon entering, I saw a huge pile of rubble against one of the walls; it looked like there had been an earthquake. I thought to myself, "Look at the crap I have to deal with, there's no way I'm cleaning that up!" I went about my business, sweeping up the rubble and concrete dust into the big pile, when the actress Christine Rose appeared in the corner, where a cubicle had obviously once been. She was wearing a green apron over her outfit, and looked like she worked in a garden centre. She started trying to tell me to do something (me = the cleaning lady at this point), but I kept sweeping and not looking at her- it seemed that I'd heard it all before from this woman and was growing tired of her.

The rest of this dream, I have forgotten.

Welcome to my dream journal! Yes, the title is a bit ostentatious, but it's too late now!

I used to get semi-lucid in most dreams ever since I can remember- like, I'd know in the back of my mind that it wasn't reality, and would reassure myself of the fact if anything I didn't like happened. But by and large, I'd never had an actual conscious lucid dream (never mind control) before coming to these forums. So this journal basically charts my lucid dreaming progress from the very beginning, which is nice!
There's no actual lucidity before post 7, just a few semi's.

Just a disclaimer, the first few dreams are described in mind-numbing detail because that's what I needed to boost my recall in the beginning. The more recent entries are written far more with an audience in mind! Enjoy!

I should mention that I'm using Banhurt's Dream Journal 2.5 - which is brilliant, I recommend YOU get it! http://www.dreamviews.com/community/...ad.php?t=91993

Also, any and all comments/interpretations are welcome and appreciated!