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    To-Do:

    Earthbending

    Airbending

    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


    To Do:

    1. 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
      Categories
      non-lucid
    2. 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
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    3. 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.

      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. 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
      Categories
      lucid
    5. 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
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    6. 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.
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    7. 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.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. 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
      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. 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.
      Categories
      lucid
    10. 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

      Categories
      lucid
    11. 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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      non-lucid
    12. Kailejia'tura

      by , 10-14-2023 at 08:44 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I am having a dream about driving my car and it runs out of gas in the middle of the road. I become semi lucid and change the dream scene. I am with my mother. We are moving into a small oriental styled village.

      There is hilly terrain and a large cliff to one side of the village. It drops off about a hundred meters of twisted igneous rock strata down to a beach. A long windy staircase zigzags down the cliff to the beach. I remember the dream figures there are speaking a language that I don't recognize.

      My mother is trying to find our new house but her phone's GPS isn't working. We find a building. It's sort of like a gym or dojo but has a really low ceiling, maybe 1.6 meters. We meet an older man there, he is the only one who speaks english decently well and shows us to a side room of the gym which is our new home. It mercifully has a higher ceiling than the other main room and has two very small bedrooms, one bathroom and a central sort of living room. I think it is nice accommodations but a little cramped. The older man explains that the reason I dont recognize the language is I time traveled forward several hundred years and the language is a mixture of mostly chinese, laotian and spanish. However he was a linguist and anthropologist who studied old earth languages and knows english.

      My mother then tells me that we could have a problem because I am allergic to tree nuts but all of the food in this culture uses genetically modified tree nuts as a staple food source. I say that it is not a problem and I need to change my form.
      I go in the bathroom and say "fourth dimensional shift transition" and switch from a waking self to my dream self. I then open my backpack and find several bottles of pills, though they're more like a chewy gummy candy. Its sort of like eating a salty taffy with sugar/salt crystals. I intuitively know what they are. Marcus modified my dream avatar body to not need to eat traditional food that much because apparently when getting it constructed I told him "having to eat is annoying". I can photosynthesize light. But there are certain vitamins and proteins that I can't make normally so these are vitamin supplements that make up for that. Ideally I take one at least once a week but I can ration them to once a month though I might feel weak or fatigued. I see that I have three or four bottles each with 144 pills though one is partially empty and think I am set for a long time.

      I go walking around looking for something. I walk down the long stone staircase to the beach barefoot, I think I am looking for Manei and know she is usually found on the beach. I am semi lucid and I am focusing on dream stabilization looking at my feet and feeling the texture of the cold stone. The sky is grayish/overcast and it is raining slightly. I try to envision her being there, but I get doubts in my mind. Marcus appears as one of his little robots and tells me that I am not on earth but a human colony on a planet called Kailejia'tura. He explains that it orbits a binary star and the two stars are 1.51 solar masses at 3.33 solar luminosities and 1.48 solar masses at 2.99 solar luminosities and the stars orbit about 42,000,000km apart.

      The system is about halfway between Woue and Earth. He says that humans are hear with several alien civilizations planning to build a dyson sphere that englobes both stars but because of the two stars masses on orbits they create a lot of stress and make it hard to build a rigid dyson sphere with their current technology but they need to do that because the computer will be built into the skin of the sphere and use physical wires of exotic matter that can transfer signals at faster faster than light. This will allow them to build the computer as big as they need without internal latency from the speed of light slowing down its thinking, since the sphere would be a few AU in radius singals could take half an hour to get from one side of the sphere to the other.

      The sphere is supposed to power a supercomputer that will tell humans and the various alien races how they can live together peacefully in spite of their differences and prevent cultural schisms of wars between the coalition. I ask him why they dont use a different star system and he says this one is important because it has large planets rich with resources they can deconstruct, is centrally located and also has the habitable planet with a population already on it.


      I get down to the beach and look in the water. I want to summon Manei and keep telling myself she is in there swimming or on a boogey board and I will see her any second. Marcus tells me that she isn't present in this timeline and I say that I feel lonely without her.

      "HEY!" Someone shouts. The jump-scare nearly makes me wake up. I turn and intuitively know who it is, MadMonkey. He is wearing a blue and orange Gi like goku and his hair is spiked out ridiculously like a dragonball character. But he has the facial hair and the little pentacle symbol in the place of the emblem on gokus outfit. His tulpas Juliana and Elminster are also present, with Juliana wearing a scandalously revealing purple swimsuit. I intuitively know this is a reference to her old first appearance as Blair.

      "I'm back for a rematch, and I brought the whole system with me! I want a 3v3! And I want you to go all out, no holding back!"

      "Manei doesn't like to fight for sport so it will just be me and Marcus."

      "Alright bring it on!"

      "Barrier On! Origin point: Monkey! Set Radius twelve." I shout.

      Monkey shoots laser vision. Elminster shoots a bolt of lightning from his staff and Juliana shoots the cruciatus curse at me from her wand. But all three attacks hit the barrier now centered on them. Though the laser vision is still blindingly bright as the barrier hex is 'translucent', but all the light is still coming at me. The dream shows the three attacks hitting from several different angles.

      "Set Radius decimal zero one."

      The barrier snaps to a much smaller size. There is a gorey snapping sound of bones being crushed as everyone is compressed to the size of a marble. I turn the barrier off and this little dark reddish marble drops in the sand. I walk over and pick it up, though it is heavy and seems to vibrate and swing around in my hand. Marcus explains that the compression made stable white dwarf matter. I ask him if he can make Monkey and his system respawn. He flies over and puts down a sort of holographic ring. Its a spawn point like in Halo forge mode. (His little ball form always reminded me of the monitors) Once he puts down three it makes 3 beeps and they respawn.

      "How did that not work?! We had such a good strategy! Jay would distract you and Elminster would hold you in place then I would land the finishing move."

      "You see I learned to lucid dream using schema and the expectation effect. I used the same powers over and over to the point that they are second nature. First I learned the fire jets, then the ametyst bow and now I am mastering the barrier. Once I learn the power and the expectation that it will work I can modif I do not think I can really beat you and I only win because this is my dream and I have the home field advantage. But the first time I used this barrier power I was not expecting it to hold up against that giant warhammer but it did. It also killed Azula and I used one to trap Jonathan. So the barrier exceeds expectations even when I consciously think I am in a situation that I cannot win. When I saw a similar situation that I felt like I could not win, I invoked the barrier again since it worked in a difficult before. Its kind of a paradox but I won by expecting I would not win because there was a previous situation that I expected I would not win and wound up winning. Most of what happens in a dream fight is just an aesthetic thing its about winning the mental game like that. I kind of got bored of having dream fights because they are cool but it would be cool if you got to win one, though I don't care who has the dream."

      I start to feel weak and tired in the dream. Marcus cuts in and explains that manipulating the barrier to create that type of crush force actually drained a lot of my energy and I should go take another vitamin. I lose the dream and wake up.
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      non-lucid , lucid
    13. Alien School

      by , 09-28-2023 at 10:14 PM (Lucid Time!)
      The dream takes place in an alternate future where there are multiple alien races meeting at the UN building on earth. They have formed a new organization called the UPO or United Polities of the Orion Arm. I am outside with some Eridians and we are preparing the eridian flag. Their flag is white with a black design. Its sort of a circular design with five rectangles radiating off of it and a dot in the middle. Eridians have prototyped cameras that are wired into their brains to give them limited eyesight but in order for them to 'see' the flag they want me to install this sort of foam that raises up the design in the surface of the flag and use various textured fabrics that they can perceive with their sonar. We want to be accommodating incase the "eridian eyesight" project testing goes poorly. I am working at a table with a sewing machine doing this. We finish and fly the flag. There are many flags that I don't recognize hanging outside the UN. There are three or four Eridians all with complicated looking life support devices on their bodies. Apparently able to handle earth atmosphere and pressure as long as they are wearing that equipment.

      One of the Eridians (there are about 3 or 4 of them with me) says something about spongebob and this prompts me to show them that I (in my Hade form) have some kind of gecko grip ability like spiderman. I climb on the concrete and they are very impressed by this.

      We go inside the UN conference hall. There are other alien species here. Wookies (Star Wars), Navi (james cameron avatar), Septicrabs (Woue), Heptapods (Arrival) and I think Vulcans and Klingons (Star Trek). I get confused about what is going on and a Septicrab shows me a powerpoint presentation. He says they came to earth in the year 2023 and after negotiations went badly with humans (this seems to be a reference to a previous dream, the one where the Septicrabs invaded and my cousin was transgender.) The presentation explains that diplomatic relations degraded so badly that the Septicrabs demanded all humans turn over all their children below an age threshold of 6 years. Then on top of that they demanded 15 billion human babies or they would exterminate humanity. This resulted in a program where governments forced women to have children and then seperated them to give them to the aliens to fulfill the aliens demands. When humankind delivered the last of the children, the Septicrabs then activated a Halo array in a focused blast to wipe out all humans on earth anyways.

      Wiht the ~16 billion human children the septicrabs raised them. They were taught to be accepting of alien cultures and about their own history. Human history generally being presented in a negative but truthful light (a lot of war, greed, propoganda, etc). But also taught about the old cultures and arts to preserve human culture and history as truthfully as they could. The Septicrabs had even been completely open about why they had done what they had done and said that humanity was so hopeless they represented a memetic hazard and could pollute the universe with their bad ideologies and twisted up morals. They believed was the only way to create a humanity that would be agreeable and trustworthy enough to exist on the galactic stage. I remember sitting down and talking with him explaining that I didn't think that was the right thing to do. While I agreed that it was true that humanity in the 21st century was... problematic, that they should not be forced into this state of artificial peace. Even if it took a thousand years they should try to teach the humans that are alive to be better people rather than kill everyone force a complete reset on their culture and ideology, even if it was for the better.

      The Septicrab then explains that they didn't have time. That they had to make a difficult decision. They say a nicoll-dyson beam was fired at earth from about 100 light years away, and that they knew about the beam because they had an FTL ship investigate it while the beam travels at light speed. The dyson beam was created from a clone of bob (Bobiverse) who went crazy and decided he had the right to pass divine judgement on earth. The evil bob is a universe-ending threat and the septicrabs are spearheading a coalition of alien races to stop him because he has stated an intention to wipe out all life for being imperfect. They asked doctor strange to find a possible future where they could win and doctor strange said the only future was in one where humanity was able to put aside their differences and cooperate. The evil bob was growing exponentially and they had to stop him now. They couldn't wait around for powerful advanced aliens to get involved or for their own technology to advance or it would be too late.

      I then travel through a time machine and am back in high school. The blue septicrab is there and he says that this was before the "reset" of humanity. He shows various aliens going to my high school and how they are getting bullied by humans for being different. One of them rips off the Eridians life support and he catches on fire and runs around in circles while all the kids point laugh. I see another one come up behind a female navi and grab her breasts. When she swats them away the kid pretends to be hurt. Then the teacher gets involved and takes the side of the human teenager even though she saw the whole thing happen. The septicrab tells me it is time to go to class. We go to a science class where he is showing how a fusion reactor works. He shows a working model of a stellarator style fusion reactor. It is maybe about a meter across sitting on the teacher desk. The septicrab is explaining different fuel types and fusion chains and the Q-factor of the fusion reactor.

      The various aliens are paying attention and taking notes while the human kids are not. He tells the aliens quiet study time while he pulls the human students aside and lectures them. He says their test scores are the lowest in the class and no human student got above a C+. While all the aliens got As and Bs. He says that if their species is not interested in learning about advanced technology then they will not keep up with other alien races. He emphasizes that they are not going deep into math and only taking about fusion on a basic conceptual level but the human are still not applying themselves. One of the human students argues that the alien brains "work different" and therefore they need less challenging classes and special accommodations. Another student then says the Septicrab is being "racist" because he is singling out the human students. The Septicrab is frustrated but says that if a human student got an A or a B he would not be lecturing them, and that if any of the aliens had been a problem they would be getting this lecture too. He then shows a scientific paper published by Harvard saying humans are proven to have just as capable of brains as all the other aliens. Another student in the back raises his hand. He says that he watches Fox News and Fox News said that Harvard was now run by aliens with a political agenda to kick humans off their own home planet and we shouldn't listen to them.

      I leave and go to the bathroom. I am in hade form but I see I have short hair. I say that this is bad because my hair allows me to do photosynthesis and provides energy. I concentrate on growing my hair and it gets a little longer to about shoulder length. I then see a Septicrab and the Navi girl come in (different one, this one is an adolescent student) and they plant a stink bomb on a timer and run away. I ignore them and walk out. The stink bomb goes off and starts filling the school with noxious green gas and all the students start running and panicking. The school hallway transitions to an outdoor residential street. I am casually walking and then start running and jumping. I notice gravity is very floaty and if I flap my arms I can stay in the air for several meters. I get to the end of the street. There is a lake, some large trees and a cafe area out on a big wooden deck. I jump off the wooden deck, and turn on my thrusters, now properly
      lucid. I see the stink bomb cloud coming for a bit but then will it to go away. A strong wind picks up and blows it away.

      I think about how I want to spar with Madmonkey again. I walk up to a random dream figure and ask where Madmonkey is with the expectation that he will know. The dream figure is Ned from Neds Declassified School Survival guide. He starts giving me tips on going to school with aliens saying. "Remember to have your school install extra-tall doors for Navi, and make sure to have have holographic displays shifted into the ultraviolet spectrum so that [some other alien species] can see them. I wake up.
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      lucid , non-lucid
    14. Sparring with MadMonkey

      by , 09-27-2023 at 03:25 PM (Lucid Time!)
      I am participting as a secondary character in a fairly oddparents special. Timmy turner has given up on life and made a wonderland where he exists as a big green cartoon cgi tyrannosarus rex. He is running away from someone but they cut into his side nad pull out a nerve bundle, cutting off the nerves to one of his legs and paralyzing him,. I then notice there is CGI blood and think that is odd for fairly oddparents.

      Timmy turner gets on this giant oversized wooden rollercoaster fitting his T-rex form. The roller coaster climbs a hill then runs down into a tunnel in a mountain with like a minecart ride themed coaster. The track comes to a jump, but when the coaster car goes over. It falls down a long shaft and I fall alongside him. During this fall there is this really beautiful chanting. I keep thinking he is going to come to his senses and make a wish deciding that he wants to live.

      He splats into the bottom of the mineshaft and dies quite gruesomely. Though the CGI blood has an odd property thats hard to describe. Er… think of like an early 2000s movie with bad cgi like sharkboy and lavagirl or spy kids 3 or something and how they would cgi liquids. Yeah it looked like that. I comment to myself that usually children's media doesn't show blood but sometimes dinosaur media will show blood even if its for kids, but that I think this is overkill.

      I then see a girl staring at the scene. I intuitively know she is a very old friend of mine that moved away when I was in pre-elementary. She comments that Timmy Turner lived in hell because he lived in a sitcom and he could never make a wish that actually made his life better because things would always return to the status quo at the end of the episode, and new drama would always arise to instigate the next episode. Therefore he could never live happily or peacefully.


      I become lucid and the dream scene changes to a sort of parkway. It is daytime, some kind of modern city with a parkway along a beach. There are lots of dream figures walking, riding bikes, and so on. There is a small concession stand or ice cream shop near by and she gets distracted by it. I say to her. “Well Im lucid now and I’m going to make my own dream with blackjack and hookers.”

      I take off and start to fly. I see a large moon in the sky. It looks like Europa and seems to sparkle. I then stop and remember my goal is to spar with Madmonkey. I land and call out, probably louder and more aggressively than I needed to but it works.

      “Dream, I want to spar with Madmonkey now.”

      A dream figure steps out of the crowd. Tall and fit, curly brown hair and looks to be about college age. He is wearing a light brown shirt with some kind of graphic or design on it. After reassuring me that he is infact MadMonkey and says is really excited for this, He takes a fighting pose and we begin without even asking that I am ready.

      He throws a right roundhouse kick. I block. He throws out a bunch of punches. I block. This feels a lot like sparring in my old taekwondo class, something I haven't done in many years. But my body responds almost automatically and I seem to be keeping up. I decide its time to counterattack. I jump, using my rockets on my hands for assitance and get maybe 3-4 meters in the air, then rocket back down at an angle for a ‘kick’ with both legs.

      This attack connects and the guy goes down on the pavement. I look at him and see he is unconcious. An older woman points, screams and faints.


      I false awaken. I am at my fathers parents house. I go to type of my dream and my laptop screen is broken. My mom is there and says it was exposed to radiation.
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      lucid
    15. Bruh what do I even title this?

      by , 09-15-2023 at 05:02 PM (Lucid Time!)
      Semi Lucid. This dream starts with me flying in space. Marcus says that we are 228 billion light years from earth exploring a galaxy and 7 billion years in absolute time before the modern day. He is talking about building a dyson sphere nearby. I find a large planet with high gravity and lots of minerals orbiting an orange dwarf star and I say this is a good planet to build infrastructure on and get the materials we need.

      I land self replicating robots there to begin building an orbital ring with electromagnetic rails. He asks how I will power it. I point out that the planet has a thick atmosphere of ammonia and water vapor and that I can break apart the molecules to get hydrogen and build aneutronic fusion reactors. Solar collectors will also line the orbital ring providing backup power. Miners can work on the surface and send payloads up tethers to the orbital ring. Then electromagnetic rails will sling them off of the planet and into orbits where they could be captured by the dyson sphere constructors. I say that it will take about five earth years for my self-replicators to get up to speed and that his constructors should be ready to receive the first material shipments. I ask what elements he needs and he says mostly carbon allotropes but also titanium and rare earth elements.

      I then transfer my consciousness down to the planet. One of the robots informs me that It has found early multicellular life living in the atmosphere and shows me a microscope of these small blob-like starfish shaped colonies growing on the robots. These don’t seem to be a problem and after some experiments I learn they respond to magnetic fields. Recognizing that my mining operation could interfere with an ecosystem I order some of my robots to do a survey of the land and find areas with low mineral concentrations. I then set up magnetic field generators in such a way to attract the creatures and then keep them in specific areas. This will allow them to be preserved and the ecosystem to continue to develop while not interfering with construction. This works almost too well as the creatures are attracted to the magnetic field generators and form big squirming masses on top of them.

      I think to myself “If I still had a disgust reaction I would be grossed out by this but I’m an uploaded mind now and a disgust reaction is something innate to biological bearings to make them avoid situations where they could get a disease or infection.” I for some reason think of a beekeeper on earth and the dream scene changes.

      I am in Wakanda in Hade form. There is this black girl there, and I know she is not a pre-existing character but a new character that is being introduced in the movie that we are in and she is my co star. I think her name is “Daisy.” She isn't an iron heart either though she somehow got a hold of an iron man suit after tony stark died. I look at the computer and see that tony stark programmed the AI specifically for her because he trusted her.

      Daisy’s iron man suit has seven arc reactors that overlap creating a seed of life design which not only gives it far more power than a stock iron man suit, it is sacred sacred geometry it also means her suit has some magical power. The seven arc reactors also looks like a flower hence her superhero name is daisy. The armor is a white design with red accents and large wings.

      I then point out to her that she should learn how to fix the suit if she takes it into battle because if it gets damaged or worn out she won’t be able to repair it. She tells me to shut up because the writers knew that was a plot hole in the movie and refused to fix it. And if we fourth wall break and talk about it we can lose our positions in the movie. I then think that I have a self replicating robot swarm I can control and they should be able to work on the technology if we need it.

      We go into the back room of a Wakandan lab. There is a partition for Rocky and Ryland Grace from Project Hail Mary and I point out he is a good engineer and should be able to fix it. I stop and talk with him. They explain that the planet I was mining was rocky’s homeworld. Later the Tau Ceti and Eupsilon Eridani systems were moved close to earth by a space stone portal but me mining his homeworld seven billion years ago created a butterfly effect which resulted in the events of Project Hail Mary happening differently and instead Rocky and Grace ended up returning to earth instead of Erid. Rocky gives me a small laser gun, it looks like a 1950s atompunk/ragun gothic style raygun and explains that it uses astrophage to make a heat beam.

      I then see the self-replicating robots. Marcus and I created different robots. His robots are these sort of brushed metal cubes. Their short legs fold almost seamlessly into their bodies. He explains that the cube shaped robots fold up and can be stored compactly in a starship for transport, and that inside their large bulky bodies are internal atomic 3d printers and refineries. There are ports or doors that allow the bots to pass materials internally between each other when sitting next to each other or stacked on top of each other. He says that they are basically the manufacturing machines he keeps internally in factories but able to walk around and rearrange if needed.

      I then see my version of the robots. Mine are more spider-like with long multi-jointed limbs with complex manipulator hands and various tools in each limb. The robots are painted black and draw their power from a similar solar mechanism to Hade’s hair.

      They actually come in three sizes in descending orders of 12. The largest size is 2 meters. The medium size is 16 and 2/3 cm and the smallest size 1.388 cm. I explain that since I was a mind-upload I reprogram myself to think easily in base-12 numerology because it divides more easily than base 10. I also point out that Rocky uses base-6 numerology and I talk with him a lot so it makes translating easier when the numerical base I think in is double what his is. I then explain that I used 2 meters as a base measurement that was somewhat compatible to what earth used and then have my own personal “metric” measurement system that I think in. But that I wrote algorithms in the computer portion of my brain to automatically translate into whatever unit is most convenient at the time.

      Daisy asks me if my robots are a form of life. I say that I think they are, they have organic and mechanical components and can reproduce based on genetic code that is stored in computer memory, though I put in safeguards so they do not evolve and have full control over what they do.

      Daisy says that there is a super hero alarm and we need to fly from Wakanda to North America because evil doctor strange has made a magical disruption that is causing chaos all over the world. We go outside and start flying. I’m flying using my fire jets and she is flying using her iron man suit. I also state that one of my ships filled with self-replicating robots is repositioning in orbit and will be able to send combat units down to help.

      We fly upwards into a large thunderstorm. The storm is a sort of vortex, like a hurricane in miniature with an eye in the middle. As we fly through it we see that the ‘cloud’ is actually a giant blob of suspended water caused by the magic anomaly storm created by dark doctor strange. Its partially shrouded in mist, but looking at it more closely we see waves like the ocean. The eye of the storm starts shrinking and we have to start flying upwards to escape before it closes.

      We don’t make it and are forced to fly upwards until we break the surface of the blob of water in the sky (the sky-sea). Then a sea monster that looks like King Gidorah attacks us and Daisy shoots a missile into the mouth of one of its heads. The head explodes and turquoise blood comes out, then the head regrows as two more. I also point out that the blood is turquoise and therefore has hemocyanin. That means this creature is descended from cephalopods.

      I explain to daisy that this monster is probably like the Hydra from greek mythology and we have to cauterize the heads after we remove them to stop them from regrowing. She does this using a sort of lightsaber like energy blade to cut the heads off and I cauterize them with the heat ray.

      The dream scene changes to my home town. I found an orange kitten. The kitten has a single blue eye in the middle of its face like a cyclops. At first I find this freaky but the kitten seems friendly and climbs into my lap. I decide I will take it to Daisy thinking it is a magic anomaly but when I start carrying it it disappears in my hands.

      I get lost wandering around the streets near my current home noticing that things are changing as I wander around. There is a big mural of Daisy painted on the side of a church, her face painted head on with a bunch of daisies (the flower) around here.

      She asks where the cyclops kitten is and I say it disappeared weirdly on me and keep trying to emphasize that I was trying to bring it to her. She keeps getting more and more mad and I get more insistent before I say “fine” and use the “reach behind my back trick” to summon it. She suddenly relaxes but also looks very confused as to what I just did.

      I ask why the kitten was important and she explains that the kitten will sit on your head and act as a third eye. Forming a psychic link to someone who was needed to use the third eye power to find the dark doctor strange lurking in higher dimensions and fight him. If one didn’t have the kitten attached to their head the dark doctor strange would be able to move between dimensions and turn invisible and just pop out and attack or create illusions without any way to effectively counter.

      Donald Trump appears. He is the producer and lead writer of the movie and is mad that I ruined my character arc and wasn’t following the script. He uses his writer magic to freeze me in place. He then explains that my character was supposed to have a racism arc dealing with daisy and also be too freaked out by the cyclops kitten to pick it up and therefore need to learn a life lesson about not judging other people by their cover but since I wasn’t judgemental it seems like my character is too much of a mary sue and it won’t be a good movie.

      I point out that since I am both a character and a real person its unfair to make me racist and prejudiced because that could harm my real life reputation and thats why he shouldn’t write me into a movie. I point out he will have to pay for licensing the characters from project hail mary and that he would probably have to rethink part of the script. I also point out that if there is an origin story movie that Manei should probably be in it and that although Daisy is a good superhero partner.

      Donald trump gets mad and freezes me in place with the infinity gauntlet. He explains that it was hard to find an actress to play Manei because she’s too tall. He says he intends to delete this timeline because I ruined his movie. I am frozen in place but I have a psychic/brain chip link to one of my spider bots which is nearby. I order the spider bot to take a gay pride/progress flag off of the flagpole on this house, wad it up and throw it at trump. Right as hes about to snap his fingers the flag hits him and he turns red with steam coming off his skin and melts into a skeleton and puddle of goo.

      Chewbacca appears, though he is able to speak english. He explains that he used a malfunctioning hyperdrive on the millennium falcon and to time traveled to the year 1886 on earth to alter events. He was upset that Wookie representation was cut from Return of the Jedi because the battle of Endor was supposed to happen on his home planet of Kashyyyk but it was changed to sell ewok toys. He wanted his people to be properly represented in the star wars movies and preserve the original artistic vision so he traveled to the year 1886 and killed a Wendigo with his bowcaster. This wendigo would have killed someone stopping a family tree. Therefore the great-grandson of the guy who would have later been killed by the wendigo went on to be a different marketing director for Star Wars who wanted to keep the original artistic vision of the Wookies participating in the battle of ‘Endor’.

      After this, Chewbacca got into the occult performing alchemical experiments with wendigo bones and rescuing witches that were burned during witch hunts and altered the properties of occult creatures so that extreme liberal or conservative people in America in the 21st century had weaknesses. Like wendigoes had weakness to fire and vampires have weakness to sunlight now conservatives have a weakness to the Pride/Progress flag and Liberals have a weakness to the confederate flag, and if it touches their skin they melt like Donald Trump just did. He also says he has been spotted around America and that is what has created the legend of bigfoot.

      I then realize that if confederate flags and progress flags have occult power now we can use them to capture the dark doctor strange. I put the third eye kitten on my head use it to tell me if he is conservative or liberal and which type of flag we need to use. It shows me he is politically neutral and hates the conflict between the far left and the far right and realize we need to use both kinds of flags to hold him in place.

      I tell Rocky (with a life-support system), Grace, Daisy and Chewbacca to tie together ropes made out of both types of flags. We trick dark doctor strange into appearing and lasso him with the ropes of flags holding him place and stop him from teleporting into higher dimensions. But holding him in place is difficult. I summon one of my size-2 robots and put a lego under his foot because he is barefoot. Dark doctor strange steps on the lego and it is so painful that he dies.

      I then order a group huddle and tell everyone that we are still in a lower layer of reality that is a fictional property and that other writers could attempt to manipulate us. In order to rise up into the real world we need to find a way to get to the real world. Grace says that when he was working with Strat he saw a top secret document showing there is a secret schematic for a portal that allows one to ascend from a fictional world to a real world written in invisible ink on the back of the declaration of independence.

      The declaration of independence is presently being showcased in the restaurant at the top of the renaissance center in downtown Detroit so it is a prime opportunity to steal it. Daisy says that she could be the one to steal it because she has connections to high end Wakandan officials who will be at the party. Chewbacca says that the events of one of the national treasure movies will be happening and that Nicholas Cage’s character probably already has a crazy elaborate plan to steal it, we just need to let him steal it and then intercept him and take it from him.

      But grace points out that the transcription uses the Eridian language and engineering format so once we have it we need to translate the inscription into a relief map so Rocky can read it and then provide a translated version back to us.

      Grace recites some of the symbols and numbers he saw knowing some of the Eridian language and Rocky states that in Eridian engineering schematic formatting, that the parts he remembers are the power requirements which are really really high.

      I point out that the dyson sphere me and Marcus built seven billion years ago is probably still out there though it might have been damaged and need to be fixing up but we could use it to power.

      Updated 09-17-2023 at 07:24 PM by 53527

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