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    Confront Tsunami Dream

    Teach Manei to fight

    Meet Infected Mushroom and have them play Dream Music

    Try to use LD to stop biting my fingernails.

    Activate Sense of Smell

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    1. S2024 Nights 6 and 7

      by , 04-06-2024 at 04:39 AM (Lucid Time!)
      I am involved in a ship salvage operation. It is a large ship, easily over 1km long with a horizontal deck plan and bilateral symmetry, it looks to be in fairly good shape. We pull up alongside it assuming the vessel to be abandoned. Upon entering through the airlock we find the ships interior is empty. About 75% of the hull is completely empty of internal bulkheads or any sort of structural support outside of the outer hull plating. There are large windows in places, most of which would have been oriented like skylights when the ship had artificial gravity and such. The windows seem to be odd shapes, all of them are made up of triangular glass panels with an isogrid style design.

      We come under attack. Hiding out in the bottom 25% of this ship are its owners or defenders. The operate small pod-like machines. These machines have four spider-like legs with mag locks or something to that effect that can clamp onto and walk on the hull of a ship, even non-metallic materials like the whitewashed fullerene paneling this ship appears to mostly be made out of. Their machines have large glass bubble cockpits and heavy duty worklights. Two small thruster pods stick out on long pylons with several large nozzles on each thruster block. Most importantly there is a distressingly large rotary cannon of some descrpition on the front of these things.

      I remember grabbing a metal spike, some spare piece of junk from the ship and spiking it through the canopy glass. The guy inside isn't wearing a pressure suit and chokes out from vac exposure.


      I am in the bathroom of my current house. The bathtub is full of water and pee and (theres no really eloquent way to put this) has about a dozen turds floating in it. The floor gives out and the bathroom falls through ot the first floor and then the basement. I am exploring the basement for awhile, its this big maze of abandoned passages and rooms with rusty pipes and crumbling brick walls that seems to go down several levels below the house.

      Manei and I were participants on a game show. We were doing that game where there is a foam board cutout of a person that you must jump through. Its called the "trial of shape" or something like that. There is a rather small form that she wont fit through and she just sort of glares at it angirly annoyed that this game isn't accommodating or fair. I pass through it perfectly.

      The dream changes to a hospital scene. Nicole watterson from the Amazing World of Gumball is going ot have a baby though she doesn't look to be pregnant. She lifts up her shirt to show her belly to the doctor and there is a paper tearing sound and a big belly appears. Then another paper tearing sound and her belly gets even bigger. Then a third paper tearing sound as a baby which is 'me' tears through her belly (its not gorey its just cartoony and looks like torn paper). Baby me is sticking out of the rip in her belly from the waist up starts flailing around like a garry's mod character and screaming obnoxiously loud. He/I takes a toy racecar from nowhere and makes engine sounds driving the car in circles. Then falls asleep for several seconds making an obnoxious cartoon snoring sound. Then wakes up again and continues flailing around.
      The doctor says something to the effect of "ah yes a perfectly healthy baby"

      The dream scene changes though this is still connected to the previous dream. I am in my childhood neighborhood in early dawn hanging out with some other kids. I think I am just wearing shorts and no shirt and I am in dream form. One of the kids asks who I am and I respond by saying "I dont know I was just born but this body is mature. I know english and I think a little of [some other language with a nonsense name]."
      The kid walks me over to a group of friends and tells me I hae to be initiated into his group by playing the slapping game. He tells me to put my hands out palms down and he will slap them. Then I will slap his. We repeat this until one side gives up or flinches. I think to myself this game is stupid and I dont want to hurt anyone. He slaps me first and I don't feel it. I slap him but I intentionally hold back quite a bit. Though he still recoils like I hit him quite hard. He then seems to wait and think. I don't want to play this game or oblige this strange violent social construct this group is using. I notice my hands seem smaller and more delicate than IWL. I then remember a conversation with monkey I had about how the hand check never worked for me even though when I go into my dream form my hands are differnet.

      I'm lucid. I remember this is a competition, and I remember a conversation I had with monkey about him wanting to fight stormtroopers from star wars together. All of the other kids scatter. The sun has come up now but its being eclipsed as I see the death star approaching earth and some star destroyers jumping in overhead, maybe about 15 of them organized into triangular formations of three. I then think that due to being busy I never actually listed the goal on DV and therefore I probably can't claim points for doing a goal that I didn't declare beforehand so I don't want the dream to do this.
      The death star is rotating into position. It seems "accurate" as it rotates I can see all the little details, all of the buildings and greebles on the surface transition from light to shadow with way more resolution than I think WL eyes could manage. I distinctly remember how the inside of the laser dish caught the sunlight and transitioned from completely dark to a crescent moon shape and so fourth as the spherical death star rotated opposite. The sun is low in the sky so everything is tinted beautiful pink and orange, the whole effect is sort of like seeing the moon in the sky. Though it seems about two hand-widths across in the sky. I sense whats coming next and I don't want the dream to end.

      "Set Barrier Radius 6,500,000; origin point earths core."

      I got ot it just in time. The superlaser fires and hits right on the boundary of three hexagonal plates. There is a bright flash and a loud "BWUM!" which then fades like distant thunder. Birds fly away and windows on the houses break but everything is OK.

      I did that to stop the dream from ending when the planet got destroyed, but the dream ended here anyways.
      lucid , non-lucid
    2. S2024 Night 3

      by , 04-01-2024 at 10:23 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I am in a minecraft world. It is a very large underground room, maybe 30 blocks wide and long and 10 tall with a jungle wood plank floor. There are a couple of doors with stripped log frames and the rest of the room is stone with pockets of ore and such like it would be in a normal minecraft world. I go through the door and up a slab staircase into a sort of dojo like location. This area is much more finished and detailed looking and there are candles set around and swords.

      The dream transitions to a more realistic style but the dojo setting and candles remain. I am doing meditation but my totem is all chipped and scratched and seems to be crumbling apart. I question how it got like this, but don't become lucid. I think to myself I can use "rock glue" to fix it.


      I am sitting in the dojo setting though there is now a large dining table. There are four people at this table, Manei, my mother's boyfriend and a foruth figure that I don't ever look at or identify. There are dozens and dozens of tall egg cups each holding a partially eaten boiled egg. I take a very small bite one and it tastes absolutely putrid and I cough, spitting it out, I think it is rotten. The entire table smells of that nasty sulfurous rotten egg smell.

      I ask myself how the sense of smell can be active in a dream, and how my dream guide can be at the table with a waking life figure. I'm not sure if I got lucid and then immediately woke up, but it feels wrong to count it if I'm not sure.

      NLD: 1pt
      Meditation: 2pts
      RCS: 0.5pts
    3. S2024 Night 1 and 2

      by , 04-01-2024 at 04:07 AM (Lucid Time!)
      Morning of Mar 30

      I am in my first grade classroom semi lucid.

      Several students are sitting in the classroom or outside in the hall with bloody bandages on one or both of their hands. The shape of the bandages tells that they do not have fingers. I am walking into school with my father and I tell him I do not want to go to class today because our substitute is Mr. Fingereater. He tells me I have to go to school no matter what or I will be in trouble and urges me into the classroom.

      Mr. Fingereater is a large fat ‘man’ wearing a white shirt. The front of which is stained with blood and unbuttoned to reveal a fat hairy set of pectorals. He is bald and has large cheeks and a mouth that is set out very forward. He has a large jaw and fat cheeks with very pronounced pearly white teeth. Like a bear trap but the teeth are not jagged or triangular. His ears are also very big and round and sort of stick out from the side of his head like an elephant’s.

      Inside I sit down with other students. Most of the students seem to be nursing bloody bandaged hands. I intuitively know that Mr. Fingereater will only live up to his namesake if I get a question wrong. He asks me some sort of nonsense question like “What kind of Dinosaur is a Thesaurus?”

      I don’t know the answer because the question is sort of nonsense, and I intuitively know that if I ask to clarify the question that will be counted as ‘wrong’. I'm lucid enough to kind of be annoyed by this, its sort of the plot structure and ofc the dream isn't going to 'play fair'. Being semi lucid I decide to run away. I run out of the classroom door and out into the hall.

      There is a long sequence of being chased through the school. It seems to draw on imagery of several schools (my first and second elementary schools, my junior high and my high school.) It seems to largely be a standard dream labyrinth effect. At one point I find a window and look outside. The building I am in is a large brick tenement like building that is built in a very large flat grass lawn in the middle of nowhere. I contemplate jumping out of the window but decide against it.

      Mr. Fingereater catches me and bites off my fingers on my right hand, leaving only the thumb. He takes all four fingers at once, but he does so by taking several quick bites eating up the fingers from the tips. (Probably for maximum pain inducement) This gives very intense pain and its very nerve-wracking to see four bloody stumps with circles of white bone where my fingers are. I scream and cry. But I can still ‘feel’ them and when I try to flex them I see severed tendons. I manage to get away from him before he can take another bite by sutting myself in a locker.

      This changes the dream scene to the cottage owned by my father’s sister. I am in the back yard near the lake and Marcus is there sitting in a lawn chair reading a book. He sees the state I’m in and offers to transfer my consciousness to another body. He has maybe half a dozen scifi-looking cryo pods with bodies in them.. I put on a sort of VR helmet and he loads me into one of hade’s female bodies and thaws it out of the cryo pod. He explains that this is an earlier prototype and doesn’t have as many cybernetic or genetic modifications. When I get loaded in I walk over to my child self (waking self body) and it is now dead from the transfer and bleeding out on the ground, but I ignore this. Marcus says he made a hot tub time machine and wants me to try it.

      I get in and see there is a small touchscreen control panel with cyan blue displays. I say without really thinking “I want to go back as early as possible to change everything!” and spin my hand on a large circular dial on the touchscreen display.

      I arrive in a house. The structural layout feels a lot like my childhood home but the decor is different. The house is also in my childhood neighborhood but it is one of the houses near the entrance to the neighborhood on the left side of the road when you come in. Where in our house was the front living room is a dining room. In what was the dining room of my childhood home is the hot tub time machine.

      There is a very elegant dining set made of dark stained wood with tan/golden cushions on the dining chairs. I specifically remember seeing the patterning on the fabric where everything is a lighter tan with diamond-shaped golden embroidery that is just a little bit inset on the fabric. A crystal chandelier hangs over it. My parents are there talking to a couple of other people and a younger me is meandering about looking at the details.

      My consciousness seems to alternate between inhabiting my own younger body and the hade body I pulled through. My WL body is very young in this, I feel like I am just learning to walk and I go down on my hands and knees to crawl at times and this feels natural.

      When I transfer into the younger body my fear of Mr. Fingereater re-manifests but when I alternate into the adult body it goes away. Mr. Fingereater comes out of the hot tub time machine like he is hiding under the water. While the female Hade body is small and slender and ‘only a prototype’ its still pretty much pure muscle and insanely more capiable to a normal human body. One roundhouse kick to the face instantly takes him out, its like hitting him with a cannonball. His jaw is broken and he falls over, breaking the drywall into the next room and bleeding quite a bit. I know he is dead. I executed this kick with the hade body but presence extended to my own child body.

      My presence becomes fixed into my child/toddler body. I see the Hade body now inhabited by who-knows-what consciousness. I notice for the first time that body is naked, it has rather large breasts but not a vagiana. (So its probably one of the later prototypes as I only saw hade bodies with this anatomy later on) She (??? pronouns are a PITA with these, but they are technically my bodies so I say anything goes.) waves and gets back into the hot tub time machine. The machine ripples and fades out. I feel distressed and saddened by this like a friend is leaving. I also notice that the fingers on my right hand are missing but now the wounds seem to be healed over.

      I start to cry. My parents and whoever they are talking to seem to have completely ignored the events and the dead mutant teacher in the next room. They don’t understand why I seem to have randomly started crying. There is a very strong rise of sadness. I’m conscious of it being ‘artificially induced’ on and I’m fairly lucid by this point. But the emotion is still very strong and I can’t help myself. I am crying because the more mature and capable body left and because I know that it is a dream and I haven’t actually accomplished anything because I didn’t actually travel back to my younger self. But simultaneously I’m distressed because I’m stuck back in my childhood body without the fingers on my right hand, and because its a mortal body they wont regenerate. (Also this is another point in the consciousness-body dualism in dreams. The body you take on can influence emotional and physical responses.) It feels good to cry and my parents come over to comfort me.

      I woke up. This has been a distressing dream since I’ve had aches around the fingers on my right hand for most of the day. I keep checking that they are still there.

      Morning of Mar 31

      Dreams were very fragmented and sludgy, none of them lucid sadly.

      I was playing minecraft. This was one of my old worlds which I played for quite awhile as a child. (The world had a very large pyramid made of red clay bricks and stone bricks which was my base). There was a large birch tree farm and I had several stacks of stone bricks and there was a large quarry pit which I put a glass roof over. But the world changed to a more recent world and I was in a mangrove swamp biome with mountains in the distance.

      Semi lucid. I am in the basement of my childhood home standing by where the bookshelf was and everything has a red tinge to it. I remember I am in my WL form but am undergoing a transformation into my dream form by way of an injection. This has caused me to take on a weird mix of features between the two forms. Manei is there. This is a reference to a very early dream I had. If one follows a strictly materialist/psychological pathway for the formation of a dream guide she arose here. In a dream I had some time before I even properly discovered lucid dreaming, I had a dream of Katara attempting to teach me waterbending. I was bad at it. I'm still bad at it.

      Some dream about my old factory job. There is a subway (resturant) inside the workplace.

      Also need to put down 2pts meditation 0.5pts RCs for this day.

      Will tally up points and post to comp thread when I have time.
    4. Comp Warm-Up

      by , 03-26-2024 at 03:31 PM (Lucid Time!)
      The dream began where I was in an OTD hospital. I think I was recovering from something though I felt fine and could more around. I was being kept in this barren stertile room near the back of the hospital. It seems to be just a big square room that sort of juts out the back of the building with windows on three sides. There are vinyl tiles and incandescent lights. The room looks to be a storage space for old hospital beds and random equipment that is out of date, but it is mostly empty.

      I go stand by the window. I see a large machine next to me. A big light gray metal box. It surrounded by a tall chain link fence. It is making a lot of noise, rumbling and then whining like a jet engines. There are exaust pipes on it shooting out streams of fire and electrical transformer equipment with electricity arcs coming between the various components. I get the sense that whatever machine this is (my first instinct is to say it was a generator for the hospital) was being pushed way past its intended load. I notice that it seems to sort of stop and start, not like the machine is failing but like somebody keeps switching it on and off.


      I am with a small skeleton crew on a stolen Scirocco class cruiser. Our mission is to steal another such ship of the same class, though we only have maybe half a dozen people crewing our ship. Our ship is also painted jet black compared to the other one which has its orange markings. We have a lot of insider information on the MCRN including these fake ID chips/cards we can use to access their ships and technology. We pull up near to the ship, which is just floating there in deep space, and send fake voice communications about needing to dock to transfer prisoners. The other ship buys this at first.

      I get into a boarding pod and when we get up close they launch me over. But as I'm flying over the boarding pod is shot but I jump out. I'm outside in the complete vacuum of space but I am at least semi lucid so I just sort of float over to the airlock of the ship we want to board. I get there and swipe the ID card on the card reader. It accepts it but tells me I must type in a four digit pin on a little keypad. Our plan didn't account for this extra layer of security. I type 1-2-3-4 on the pad just to see if it will work and it doesn't.

      The enemy ship realizes what we are trying to do and rockets away, probably pulling several g's. Our ship flips over and does the same. Boosters on, I fly after the both of them. I start gaining on them but my flight seems to be stuck in a lower gear. Then both ships make an abrupt turn bout 150 degrees. Turning around but not quite coming right back at me. I flip over and blast back the other way. They are flying alongside each other, exchanging missiles and PDC fire with each other but mostly not doing any damage to one another. I fly up to the enemy ship and grab on near the engine section, climbing into a gap between the armor and the drive cone.

      I squeeze through a couple of claustrophobic spaces between machinery and stuff until I find an important looking power coupling. Its basically a big circular plug maybe about 15 centimeters across. Pulling it takes all of my strength, especially since I can't get a good grip on it with the thing I want to remove being a big slippery metal cylinder but I get it done and the ship stops running.


      I am in my current neighborhood at somewhere along my jogging route. It is nighttime. I am fully lucid now though my lucidity has gradually been building through the previous scenes. I say out loud to myself something to the effect of.

      "This will be a practice run for the competition. Competitions give the most points for dream control so I just need to do dream control feats as quickly as possible to get points."

      I do stabilization first, rubbing my hands together and touching grass along the side of the sidewalk to crank up the vividness of the dream. I also verbally command for the dream to increase in stability. This gives a small result, though not much.

      I notice that it is dark, twilight/nighttime. I decide to change it to day.

      "Set time to day." I command.

      The sun rises in the south over the course of about fifteen seconds. The sky turns some really beautiful shades of cyan and magenta.

      "Okay now I will fly."

      I lift off on my rocket boosters. I check to confirm the visual is still there since it disappears sometimes. The visual is there. I just sort of fly in a circle above the street and then land at the same spot. The dream scene changes to my childhood neighborhood.

      "Okay now I will summon something."

      I dont even have an idea of what I want to summon. I just reach behind myself and expect to grab hold of something. I bring it back around and get a rusty steel pipe maybe an inch thick and a meter or so long. Its heavy but I can hold it with one hand. I drop it in the street and it makes a loud clank.

      I think I will next use my barrier power but I woke up here.
      lucid , non-lucid
    5. Winter Comp Night 10

      by , 01-18-2024 at 02:00 AM (Lucid Time!)
      Just some short NLDs

      One had something to do with a mass tractor decelerating into a contact binary star system. There was another alien vessel waiting for them there for them. This might have been residue from a (frankly crazy) idea one of my friends had in our scifi roleplaying group about having a ship with radiators and a cooling loop running so hot they glowed blue. That ship is here, sort of a stout silver design with a warp drive ring.


      False awakening. I am sitting in my bed doing something very naughty with myself. I have my laptop on my bed, with a sort of gray tray table that has my drawing tablet and art program open. But in the art program is an innocuous drawing of a rectangle. Six or seven horizontal rectangles make up a vertical rectangle and theres an X through the whole thing. The drawing is done very neatly.

      I then see the door of my bedroom open ever so slightly which means someone saw me.


      Someting about being in the stone face cave. Theres a cave, probably somewhere in my dream realm with a bunch of stone faces like Olmec heads or Easter Island heads. I'm there. Though this doesn't feel concise enough to count for persistent realm.

      3 nld: 3pts
      rcs: 0.5pts
    6. Winter Comp Night 9: Distress on Deimos

      by , 01-16-2024 at 02:55 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I had a fairly lengthy dream that had me set back in elementary school. I was in my fourth grade class at night doing some kind of assignment.


      This dream transitioned to one where I was with my friend K, but confined in a wheelchair or hover chair of some kind. I was heckin overweight.


      I am on Mars' moon of Deimos. I just intuitively know this despite being inside of a windowless complex that seems to have artificial earthlike gravity. I am with a dream figure who reminds me of detective miller from the expanse and there are a bunch of corrupt security forces chasing us around the station. He fights them off and tells me to escape into this elevator and go to the top floor.

      To get on the elevator I must go down this long hallway, maybe 15 meters with large sliding doors at either end. The hallways floor, walls and ceiling are paneled in white marble and marble columns run up along the side of the walls. There are marble busts and classical paintings set along this hallway. I rush down it and into the elevator which has a similar decorative style. The ceiling of the elevator which is even higher than the hallway leading up to it has a large fresco painting.

      I get to thinking I am probably going to a floor on the station where there will be a huge mob of the corrupt riot cops waiting to kill or capture me. I see there. is a sort of robotic rolling suitcase in the elevator with me. It is black, made out of like a carbon fiber weave and has a little blister on top with what look to be cameras and operational equipment to allow it to roll around on its own. I hide behind it for cover if the crooked cops come in, not wanting to feel exposed. I am thinking about how I wish this was a lucid dream, because then I could fight all the guards, then do a nose pinch reality check to see if thats the case and become lucid.

      Around the time I become lucid, the elevator chimes informing me it has reached the top level. The walls and ceiling then split apart and the walls and ceiling of the elevator unfold like a Chinese takeout box. I am in this massive cathedral-like space with more of the same classical style architecture. Above me is a huge glass domed ceiling through which I can see mars. There are city lights on the night side.

      There is a sort of elevated balcony built up along one wall. I hear dream figures up there and decide to investigate. I can't find any stairs and if I could that would take too long. I decide to fly instead. Boosters on. I fly up, easily three or four stories. I waver a bit in the air but manage to land on the stone railing. Its an ornate bedroom setup openly overlooking the huge foyer type area. Two older men are sharing a bed together. They look at me flying and seem impressed, but not the type of impression you tend to get from lower level dream characters. I intuitively know they are members of that 'review committee', the one that I aggravated back around the turning of the new year.

      One of the men gets out of bed. He looks like Jeff Goldbloom and he puts on a blue robe with white fluffy trim. The other guy looks kind of like jack black. He asks me to sit down with him and talk. I consider that this is a lucid dreaming competition and I should probably be focused more on dream control tasks but that this dream figure has something important to say and that I don't want to aggravate them anymore. I study my dream form for a bit, very standard this time around. I have some cute black and pink shorts though.

      I sit down in a large recliner. Jeff Goldbloom DF dawdles around for a bit making a hot drink on some kind of futuristic keurig machine (he doesnt offer me one) and then shuffles around with a collection of vinyl records. He picks one and puts it down, starting the record player. It begins playing Mars the Bringer of War, I recognize it immediately even though I only hear the first 20 seconds or so. But then I lose lucidity and wake up.

      RCs: 0.5pt
      NLD: 1pt
      DILD: 10pt
      RC: 1pt
      DC Interact: 2pt
      Flight: 5pt
      lucid , non-lucid
    7. Winter 2024 Comp Night 8

      by , 01-15-2024 at 05:24 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I am on my DA account and see I have a DM from a user named "BOGOCHESS" (all capitals). With the message "Dude you should draw more anime"

      Underneath it is a big thread of messages from other random users that I don't read. I find it a bit weird that what is supposedly a DM seems more like a large thread with a bunch of users talking.

      I tried to 'draw' it inso as much as I could for comp points.

    8. Winter 2024 comp Night 7

      by , 01-13-2024 at 04:49 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I am having a very disorganized NLD, constantly shifting through plots and locations. I am in an OTD parking lot. It is a fairground with a small white ferris wheel and some other tents and smaller rides set up. There are workers either tearing down or setting up the rides but at the same time there are at least a few people hanging around the fairground.

      I see a creepy guy with a knife following me and nobody seems to notice him so I sneak away from the fair to get away from the stalker. I get to an empty part of the parking lot where there are orange construction barrels and yellow tape set up around several large potholes and think that workers will be trying to resurface the parking lot. I try to call either my parents or the police, but my phone is not working. I ask one of the construction workers to help. He yells at the stalker and says he will run him over with a steamroller if he doesn't f off right now.

      I become properly lucid and the dream scene changes. Its a location that feels close by sort of like a shopping mall but you head down the gallery one way and its just left open to a beach, but the dream is still pretty sloppy. I investigate my dream form to try to stabilize. I feel like I’m a bit taller than normal but otherwise everything seems normal.

      I decide I want to carry out the dream goal of sparring with monkey’s DG, Juliana. Its something he wanted to try, and I decided to try it and see what would happen.

      “Dream, its time to spar with Juliana”

      She comes out of a side utility door in the mall. Fairly standard appearance, though she has the pixie cut hair my visualization seems to have locked in on to. I take a fighting stance thinking about how this modified form feels extra tall and lanky right now and that’s probably not ideal for fighting. But being lucid I’m more curious and open to the experience rather than just wanting to win.

      “Are you ready for our sparring match?” I ask.

      “Yes.” She says, taking off her witches hat and top. She is wearing black sexy underwear underneath and tries to kiss me.

      “What are you doing? This is hella inappropriate!” I say. I reach into hammerspace for my horny bonk stick. It comes out as a big extra long roll of newspaper this time and I hit her on the head. She looks up and it frowns and says “DARN IT!” Playfully.

      “Sorry I get +27 saving throw against seduction checks and I roll at advantage when lucid.”

      The dream does an anime visual gag where everything goes black and its just a white drawing of Juliana screaming in a deep male voice “PLUS 27?! NANI?!” Then goes back to normal.

      I notice when she walks away she was holding her wand behind her back with some spell charged up, but it fades away. The tip is glowing with some golden white magic energy. She goes over and sits on a bench, pouting like a child. Though I get the vibe she's just playing around.

      OML do i have to draw this now? Idk if monkey is ok with that.

      I lose lucidity and go to a school dream. I’m on the second story of classroom in B hall. There are just a few other students in here and one of them is drawing a comic strip. Its fairly well done, though IDR the plot at all. The dream figure has written a comic about him and his for friends, its drawn with colored pencil and ink pen. One of the strips is just a hand-drawn version of that one internet meme comic strip about the guy running into the hospital and the girl who lost her baby. (IDK what that comic strip actually is)

      A teacher comes in and yells at him. She says the comic only has four straight white male characters and needs more diverse casting and says he is getting saturn-day detention. The boy sighs relief because saturn-day only happens when the planet saturn is directly in alignment with earth and the sun so the teacher will probably forget.

      Theres another dream where I am driving. My father is in the passenger seat and someone else in the back behind me. I am on the main road north of my town and a cop starts following me with sirens on. I pull over into a driveway and the cop gets out. He says to me.

      “You didn’t do anything wrong but your car looks like a piece of crap make sure you get a new one soon I don’t want it to break down and you to get hurt or stuck somewhere.”

      Meditation: 2pts
      NLD: 1pt
      DILD: 10pts
      Stabilization: 1pt
      DC Interact: 2pt
      Basic Summoning (DG, though not mine): 10pt
      Personal Goal Complete (I guess...): 15pt
    9. Winter Comp 2024 Night 6: Strange Storms

      by , 01-12-2024 at 01:59 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I become lucid, though I don't remember being highly lucid nor do I remember how. I brought Madmonkey into the dream. I don't see him as hes mostly behind me. We are in a meadow on Woue, looking at a large storm. This is like some equivalent to tornado alley, a large open plains. The storm cloud seems to be rolling itself, like a small hurricane flipped on its side, and quite vividly rendered. In one period the ground is just the black/dark purple color of the vegetation, in others its actually gold like a wheat field with these strange plants that grow "fat bulbs" containing lipids and oil and can start on fire from lightning strikes. (For the drawing I compromised and made it black with golden bulbs/flowers.)

      We fly up into low orbit together and look at the storm from high above. Marcus is there (orb robot form) and explains how due to thicker atmosphere the planet has a 'double troposphere'. This leads to these strange storms with rolling convection cells. It's sort of where air gets twisted up and starts convecting, rolling over itself like a sideways tornado. This is the only time I get a good look at Madmonkey who looks like how hes described his DS on many occasions. He says with telepathy "Lets fly back down and do our dream goals!" and then shoots off back towards the surface like superman going mach speed.

      We fly back down and land in a forested area, but I think I arrived back on boring old earth. I lose lucidity and am by the side of the road. A power line comes down and I am trying to get around the sparking wires.

      *1 tick for dream realm (Woue)
      *1 tick for Marcus (persistent dc)
      DILD: 10pts
      Adv Flying: 10pts
      Teammate: 7pts
      Drawing: 2pts
      RCs: 0.5pts

      Total: 29.5
    10. Winters 2024 night 4

      by , 01-11-2024 at 05:41 AM (Lucid Time!)
      I was watching a movie about two teenage boys who snuck into a train yard. In order to hide from the train engineers they climbed onto the bottom of the train. In order to comfortably hide they had to sort of wedge their heads inside this suspension bracket in the train wheels. The train then hit a bump in the tracks which jolted the suspension cutting their bodies off their heads and leaving their disembodied and partially crushed heads visible. The dream lingered on the gorey scenery for awhile with scenes of a crow coming to eat them.


      Dream fragment: I broke my meditation totem.

      Will write up points and post to the comp tomorrow.
    11. Winter Comp 2024 Night 2

      by , 01-08-2024 at 03:35 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I was watching third person a horror movie. There are invisible worm/centipede type things that fly around and steal peoples memories. Like all of them. The dream shows a divorced mother and father and their young child in the backseat of a car, they are driving through a wooded area down a two lane road. The child is maybe 8 years old with long brown hair and a chubby face. The child starts babbling incoherently instead of talking as all their memories are stolen. Then the child forgets how to breathe and the mother has to lean over behind the seat and do CPR on her son.

      The dream scene changes to a strange semi lucid (but not really lucid enough to count for the competition) scene. This scene is related to the previous scene.

      I (Hade) am in a dark detective office with bluish-purple lighting. One of the first scenes shows I am in third person wearing a black trenchcoat with violet and silver embroidery. Something moves in the shadows. A monster is lurking around, it sort of looks like Venom from the Raimi spiderman movies, but with a small emaciated body. When the monster lunges out at me I take out a gun and begin shooting it in the torso over and over. This makes the monster recoil and does some amount of damage. After the first clip it is thrashing around on the floor blasted full of holes and leaking caustic blood. I load another magazine, knowing the last bullet in the clip is a rare silver/holy bullet capable of killing the monster. I count my shots, the gun holds 24 and I shoot the last bullet in the head, killing the monster.


      I FA. I am in my childhood bedroom. The alarm clock (seemingly an ergonomic modern silver one I had as a kid) screen is broken into two sections, with the hour section on the side and the minutes section on the front. I see the time reads as 7:99. It then clicks over to 10:00.

      I run to my computer and the dream scene shifts to modern day.

      Meditation 2pt
      NLD 2pt
      going to do a drawing later, presently deciding which dream had the best imagery that would be most interesting to draw.
    12. Winter 2024 comp night 1

      by , 01-07-2024 at 05:37 PM (Lucid Time!)
      Was playing KSP. At some saturn-like planet not in the stock game (though I think a mod adds a planet like this). Theres a big umber brown moon with an atmosphere and a smaller pink and cyan icy looking one I am trying to land on. The lander I am using (for some unholy reason) has a useless girder section in the middle holding the solar panels. Controlling it is pretty difficult but I get it done.

      There is another segment of the dream where I am doing orbital transfers. I have a bunch of satellites in low equatorial orbits around the icy planet. All the orbits get broken due to a glitch and turn red (not something that happens in KSP) and warn me they will crash into the planet. I try to switch to them but when firing the engine the orbit doesnt change.

      WTH i'll draw it for a few extra points.

      NLD 1pt
      Drawing 2pt
      Meditaiton 2pt
      RCs 0.5pt
    13. Bad Dad

      by , 11-11-2023 at 02:31 PM (Lucid Time!)
      The dream starts with a sort of third person cinematic. There is a character conflict between a mix of Omni Man and Fire Lord Ozai and his son Zuko/Mark. (I will reference the characters by their avatar names since they more resembled them) The actual scene takes place at the big collection of rock pillars like the ending of avatar.

      Zuko arrived brandishing his swords and attempted to confront his father about all the bad things that he did. There was a short firebending fight but he lost and was thrown off the side of the rock pillar where he dug his sword in. Ozai looked over the cliff at zuko, holding his sword into the rock face. Then I was spawned into a first person perspective and was fully lucid.

      “You! You’re not the avatar!”

      “Isn’t he supposed to be the one fighting you here?”

      “Yes. But he was too weak to exist in my world, and he tried to take my bending away so I did what I had to do. Nothing stands in my way, not even you.”

      “Dude, look. I’m not in the mood for this.”

      He attempts a barrage of different firebending attacks. Barrier up. It does nothing. Not even the lightning. Ozai charges up a fireball in his hand and runs for me in an almost shot-for-shot recreation of when he blasts aang out of the rock sphere. It even sort of happens in slow motion.

      “Barrier 2 origin to Ozai’s right hand. Set radius decimal five, collide with the fire only.”

      Working exactly as intended the barrier forms around his right hand. When he throws the fireball, the blast is trapped inside the barrier and badly burns his arm. This visibly causes a lot of pain for him but he continues trying to attack regardless.

      “Set barrier control mode gesture. Collide with Ozai.”

      I move the barrier away and slam it down, crushing him into the rocky surface. Then I walked over and grabbed his hair and slapped him several times across the face with super strength. This bloodied his nose and knocked out a few teeth. Each time I said “stop”. But he kept squirming and trying to fight back. He tried to charge up a firebending attack on his other hand and I grabbed the fireball the moment it appeared and snuffed it out. It even made a little hiss sound.

      “Stop! You are not fire lord Ozai. Not anymore. You are nothing but an erroneous combative construct of my mind. This is a lucid dream. Now you have a choice. You can continue to try and fight me which is obviously not working, or you can go for a nature walk and talk with your son who is hanging on for dear life right now. Talk to him. Really listen to him. Conquering the world is a bad idea.”

      “You burned my arm!” He clutches his fingers on his right arm which is red and black, but he still seems able to use it.

      “No, you burned your arm. Now you have something in common with your son.”

      He seems to go through an emotional conflict, first wanting to attack me and then breaks down crying after realizing everything he’s done. I decide I probably didn’t handle that situation very well but say to myself “For my level of lucidity that was ok.”

      The scene then changes to Aang who is laying on the ground dying. Katara and Sokka are there, along with Manei, Marcus and… Batman for some reason…? Katara is crying while trying to do waterbending healing with her own tears but she shouts “I’m losing him!” in a very dramatic and emotional way. I can sense the dour emotional energy resonating with the whole group. Its really funny in hindsight that batman is the one who is crying the hardest and I find that strange as he’s usually associated with being a stoic character. I recognize I should do something.

      “God mode on. Revive Aang.”

      As soon as I give that command I am deep in space being pulled into a huge cosmic being. I see the world we are on as wrapped in a bunch of tangled glowing white threads. I know that these are the strings of causality and I need to break the one that results in aang’s death and reincarnation. I find it on intuition and pull it loose.

      I arrive back at the original scene and Aang wakes up and coughs. The scene is no longer bathed in reddish light like the original avatar fight was but instead seems to be calming blues and greens. Zuko is still hanging on to the side of the cliff and I help him up.

      The only other dream figures still around are Manei and Marcus. They give me a bunch of personal effects like cell phones and wallets and stuff and Marcus has some pens and ask me to take them down to the bottom of the mountain and put them somewhere safe. I remember they give me all these items and I go to put them in my pockets to realize I am wearing a japanese schoolgirl sailor uniform. I think that is odd but remark “no wonder he wasn’t taking me seriously.” I try to tuck some of the items in the waistband of the skirt. Its a little uncomfortable but whatever.

      I then look down off the top of the rock pillar and say “okay I have to fly down using just my leg rockets”. I jump off and practice a few times pushing energy and balancing upright. I then give one more push as I fall close to the ground. At ground level I find myself in a park/garden type area under a large cherry blossom tree. There is a sort of brick plaza around it on all sides and other flowers/plants growing in a neatly tended garden.

      I leave all the phones and other personal effects there saying it will be easy to come back for them later and then fly back up. This should be the easy part as now I have my arms for control.

      I start to fly up but at first have problems gaining altitude. I seem to be unable to get above maybe 10 or 15 meters no matter how hard I ‘push’. I intuitively say “Juice”, and I don’t know why I expect this voice command to work. (I think its meant to be a reference to the Expanse and the juice or the high-g acceleration drugs, and my mental logic is that saying that will allow my rockets to work better.) I say the command a couple more times along with some self encouragement and a few swear words and eventually seem to break free and start flying around. Its a bit uncontrollable. I fly up to the top of the rock pillar mountain. Now I seem to have the opposite problem, I’m flying around widldly with little control and constantly overcompensating.

      I swing wildly above the top of the rock tower and start to accelerate uncontrollably. I roll around before I can fling myself away from the dream scene completely and push very hard with my arms to come to a relative stop. I remind myself that I have been flying in dreams for many years using the fire jets and I should not have any problems with controlling how I want to fly by now. After this positive affirmation my control is much better and I am able to set down on the top of the tower with little trouble.

      Once landed I question why the Barrier, a relatively new ability seems to have perfect control while the fire jets still seem to be somewhat temperamental. I then notice that Manei and Marcus are gone. I want to have interactions with them and wonder where they went. Obviously dream persistence but I rationalize it away in-dream as them being shifted across a higher dimension. I say to myself something to the effect of “I cant see them but I can only see 3 dimensions.” I then remember that the barrier is a multidimensional hypersphere and wonder if I can use it to move across higher dimensions.

      I bring up the barrier and start manipulating its properties. This causes the whole dreamworld to shift like one of those AI image animations that slowly morphs between different images. I lose the dream here and wake up.
    14. Cyclic Dream

      by , 10-30-2023 at 11:19 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I don’t really remember where this dream began. As the memory is sort of cyclical and I feel like the end of this dream was also the beginning. I’m going to start at what I think was the actual chronological beginning of the dream. Edit: there was some fire jets flying involved somewhere but I dont remember where.

      I recall I was in a sort of outdoor fair/festival type thing. A bunch of dream figures are set up at card tables and portable tents in a crumbling parking lot in a wooden nature preserve. I am there and I am fully lucid.

      I see who looks like my old Taekwondo instructor sitting at a table. He is dressed oddly. His hair and beard are long and unkempt and he wears a black beanie hat and hoodie like a homeless person or criminal, but still has his same personality. He is selling a bunch of dreamcatchers in various sizes. I study them looking over the offerings trying to find one that I like. There is one, the ring is dark brown with lighter brown thread making up the web and complex beads and agates dangling from below that bind in the feathers.

      I decide against it because this is a dream and there would be no sense in buying an item that would not be there when I am awake. (Not entirely true because my dreams do have persistence and dreamcatchers have utility in the dream space for dealing with nightmares) I then meet another dream figure who starts talking to me. He is tall and broad shouldered, with short dark hair. I think he might be jonathan but intuitively I know he is not. I can kind of sense his energy and he’s a minor dream figure. The dream figure comes up to me and says.

      “You know theres three types of people I really hate in this world. Social Security collecting trump voters who drive trucks with multiple steering wheels, Karens and Taekwondo instructors.”

      “Hey now. My taekwondo instructor was one of the best people I ever knew. You probably just had a bad one.”

      “No. All of them are bad. They have no respect.”

      “Well you have to earn their respect. Were you a bad student?”

      “I don’t have to take that from you. They’re all bad people because they don’t know how to find jesus.” But he flinches in a sort of guilty way. I can kind of ‘read his energy’. He was a bad student.

      “Listen.” I speak sternly and make my posture firm. “My taekwondo instructor was one of the few genuinely good people I ever knew in life. I’m not letting anyone make assertions like that in my dream..”

      “Your dream? No this is MY Dream! I just learned how to lucid dream and you’re just a dream character so I can say and do whatever I want!”

      “Set barrier arc vector offset to my left pointer finger. Radius decimal one.”

      The purple barrier appears around my finger as requested with a radius of ten centimeters. About the size of a basketball.

      “What?” The dream character asks, looking at my finger pointing at him.

      “Collision on. Offset velocity ten meters per second.”

      The barrier shoots off the tip of my finger. Not bullet fast but like ‘car on a residential street’ speeds. During our conversation me and the dream character walked inside of an incomplete building. It had no roof and the walls were just timber framing with unfinished drywall on the inside. The barrier impacts the dream character in the stomach pushing him along through the air. He smashes through the drywall and timber and flies through the woods several dozen meters until he is above the shore of a lake.

      “Stop.” The barrier stops moving away. “Roll pi radians.” It rotates. The dream figure is still in the same position with the barrier on his stomach but hes holding onto it now, but now the barrier has rotated to put him upside down, dangling head first over the lake. “Disable barrier shield.” The barrier blinks out and the troublesome dream figure falls headfirst into the lake.

      “...And I have been doing this for fifteen years. Get gud.”

      Marcus appears. He puts me in an altered state of consciousness and shows me the experience from the ‘other lucid dreamers’ point of view, saying that the dream figure was me because every dream figure is me in a way. It’s interesting because from his point of view the barrier was invisible, and thats why he was confused.

      “If this is the state of affairs every lucid dreamer will be too arrogant to realize when the first shared dreaming event occurs because they will think they are the only lucid dreamer. What I don’t understand is why I didn’t see the barrier.”

      “It’s invisible to normal humans but glows at 128 nanometers wavelength because thats the spacing between the spacetime convection cells. That spacing invokes the casimir effect pulling photons of that wavelength from the great tapestry. It doesn’t have to glow but I like to be able to see what I’m doing.”

      “You see there are two types of dream control. Left brain and Right brain. Now you have learned both. Someone else will probably try to classify it but since lucid dreaming is an emerging science they will probably make a cursed classification system like the HR diagram is for stars since they don’t understand it. I will hate to read that book but someone who thinks they know more than they know will probably write it soon.” Marcus states.

      The dream scene has focused on our conversation and morphed to my middle school gymnasium. I decide I don’t want to have a school dream so I do some kind of vague dream control to change the scene. I find myself in a forest.

      It is late autumn and most of the leaves are in a carpet on the ground. The trees produce helicopters like maple trees but they are reddish orange. I play with them on the ground for a bit trying to stabilize the dream better. There is a fresh layer of the reddish orange helicopters over an older layer of dead brown leaves. I think that I am a little bit cold but not too uncomfortable, seeing that I am wearing shorts and literally nothing else.

      I walk around for a bit as the forest turns to pine trees and I am now walking on a dirt trail that runs along a lake. I do some of the typical poking and prodding with my dream body just experimenting how it reacts to different things before I start sprinting along the trail. I shout for other dream figures but seem to be alone.

      Eventually I come to this boardwalk which bridges over a swamp/wetland area. The boardwalk has a sort of platform off to the side with a bunch of gymnastics bars on it and a big plywood box about 2m cubed thats filled with water. I get the intonation that this is like a park near where my aunt and uncle live. It is a pretty standard nature trail but it has a number of “exercise stations” along the way. There are pull-up bars and balance beams and all that type of stuff. I play around on them doing all kinds of moves and positions that would either require years of serious training or probably not even be humanly possible at all. I take note that I don’t really have any pain or difficulty doing this, aside from some tightness in my chest and difficulty breathing. I make a mental note that thats the “crappy waking body” dealing with asthma, and its bleeding through into the dream.

      I remember a little girl walked up to me and asked me about the crate of water. She said it was supposed to be a water filtration system for her village and I shouldn’t be playing on it. I apologize and she offers to lead me back. I woke up here, but a conflicting memory also tells me that this scene led into me arriving at the art festival scene where the dream began.

      Updated 10-30-2023 at 11:22 PM by 53527

    15. Alternate Earth Semi Lucid

      by , 10-22-2023 at 04:25 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I am in a cafe on a brick street somewhere in 'europe', sitting with Marcus. Though I am shown a map of the world and see that the earth looks very odd compared to real life. He says that this company is culturally very similar to Germany though even though being at a modern/near future level of technology, their government puts a lot of resources into alchemy and witchcraft. This is not a part of the country's religious practice but rather a genuine scientific field.

      We ride in this black government SUV with these secret service guys to go see them practice alchemy. They do so in this big castle. Everything is very professional and organized. We go inside this large circular chamber with a vaulted ceiling which has scientists in lab coats drawing an alchemy circle on the floor. They put a small mound of [some kind of powdered substance] in the middle and turn it into gold dust. One of the scientists has a laptop and talks to chat GPT to ask it questions about alchemy.

      Marcus says we need to sneak away and go into an unauthorized area. We sneak away from the guards. The castle has a chapel though this alternate earth germany is not religious. There is a big golden cross with an ivory crescent moon behind it. Marcus says this is a denomination of christianity that never came to be in the real world but that they believed that the moon was god's kingdom of heaven. We go into a side room of the chapel where there is a library. Marcus pulls a copy of a Breif History of Time off the shelf and the bookshelf spins around to show a secret room.

      It looks like an old style library/office. It has about a dozen globes, each of different planets at proportionate sizes arranged in a sort of orrery type device. There is also several bookshelves dedicated to thick purple books with golden stripes. They are all written in alien glyphs. I see the alternate earth and the real earth and a golden tesseract in the middle. Stephen hawking is in there. He isn't wheelchair bound but is walking around with a cane. He pulls a silver revolver and points it at me, and asks "Did aliens build the pyramids?" I respond calmly saying "No, but aliens planted the rumor that they built the pyramids so that people would dismiss alien conspiracies as crazy to keep their secrets until the prime directive can be lifted."

      Stephen Hawking puts the gun away. Marcus says that I am free to look around but that he needs to help them discover the Consciousness constant in the universe and the two go over to a large blackboard to solve an equation. I understand on a base level what they are talking about, the consciousness constant is how much human consciousness is able to manipulate the universe. Since the men are able to do alchemy here, even with a lot of effort they are able to alter quantum states outside of their own brain so it must be higher than "Earth 1" which I know to be the waking world.


      Some time later, Marcus asks me to design a rocket engine. I remember I used a computer (it was like an old school 90s computer with a beige casing and CRT monitor, but I was somehow able to write and run an advanced gen AI algorithim to help me iterate designs). I then draft the specifications on an old style drafting table. I show him the rocket engine which is a methane-oxygen aerospike. I explain how there are flexible metal components that work like heart valves to control the fuel flow and vector the thrust, and that the engine has an ISP of 425 seconds. He says that it is a good design but that it requires technology the people in this world don't have yet to manufacture it.


      I am now playing the role of a 20-something black woman living in another country on this alternate earth. I am a part of a polyamorous relationship with 2 other black women. We live in this country called the "dragon islands" which is supposedly the best country in this alternate earth. The city we live in is this advanced solarpunk type place with all this organic architecture and these white drones which look like the robots from Oblivion. However despite being a beautiful city in a tropical island, it is actually a weird dystopian 1984-like nightmare where all of our lives are controlled by the government.

      I see a poster that shows a little girl maybe 3 or 4 who has a cleft lip sitting on a dinner plate with a knife and fork. The poster reads

      "Remember to protect genetic integrity:
      -No breeding outside of designated units.
      -Get your genetics tested for mutations.
      -Frequently eat all children with defects."

      Yeah this place is messed up.

      I go to my house with my wives. Our house is this weird large cavernous dark room. A doctor comes in along with some of the spherical drones and does a check up. He tells me I have terminal cancer that their society cannot cure and I must be terminated because the cancer is the result of a genetic defect I must be terminated. My wives seem upset about this, they stand like soldiers at attention but still but they are crying. One of the spherical drones flies over and a hatch opens up on the bottom. It hovers down over my head. I am inside the drone. It is pitch dark.

      "Hey uhh its Marcus. I hacked this drone. That body really is toast but I can get your consciousness out of there, I just need need to upload your mind and transfer you back to your body. This is a nerve relaxant but this might still be unpleasant. Their mind uploading equipment is bonified crap." *Clicking noise like a landline phone hanging up*

      I feel needles go into my eyes. I know they went in right through the pupils. all the way back up the optic nerve into my brain. I feel them inject something and it feels like there are ants running around inside my skull eating my brain. I feel very dazed, getting a lot of scrambled thoughts all at once and a lot of (well its not really pain, but sort of this unpleasant electrical sensation) working its way to the back of my skull. This one probably goes in my top 5 most unpleasant dream sensations.
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