Lucid Time!

I had found that somebody had printed off a large number of dream journal entries, about 5-10 of them. Particularly ones of a sexual/explicit nature and those pertaining to my dream guide. They were researching them and attempting to diagnose a psychological disorder.

I remember I took the entries and looked through them. I saw that they were not dreams that I had remembered having. I then threw them away. I was then thinking of how I needed to amp up my computer’s security to keep people from reading these.

…

I was walking around to different hotels. I think there was a terrorist on the loose. I became lucid when walking into one of the hotels and did a nose pinch RC. I then realized I should stabilize. I then remembered my goals. I decided I would summon Marcus, since that’s not something that I normally do.

“Marcus, Kuansen Axio Sosumble.”

I remember looking around, confident that he would appear. I saw my friends A and G and high-fived both of them. I eventually found someone who I thought might be him.

“It’s me. I just disguised myself as your [Science Teacher].” (Obviously Mr. [Name Not found], my old science teacher)

“Right. It’s good to see you.”

“Well there’s something I wanted to ask you. Well, two things actually. One, can you make me a new dream body.”

“Well of course, though there is a price to pay. 1000 acts of kindness.” He began speaking in the language of thought. “You see, many dreamers choose to create a self that is different than their real life self. In a dream, the body we choose is just like clothes you wear. They can have some affect on you, but for the most part it’s just a way of expressing yourself. In dreams your soul/consciousness is all that really matters. Manei had me make her body awhile back.”

I guess he was trying to dispel the idea that getting a new dream body was in some way weird or horrific.

I then asked him if he could get me to be a better lucid dreamer. He said he could train me. He sat down at a table in a sitting area inside the hotel lobby. He typed some things on his computer and a virtual training course came up. It wasn’t linear though. It had an entry point on each of the four sides. He then threw a tennis ball inside and told me to run in find it in the shortest amount of time. I ran in. I don’t remember all of the tests, but there were rocks above a puddle of mud and monkey bars. It was really just a test of adaptability, changing styles on a moments notice.

I got to where the tennis ball had landed, in some sand, and dug it out. I then realized there were tennis balls everywhere, each one with a slightly different appearance. I think this was from other people that had failed the challenge. I asked him what one I should throw back. No response. I just began throwing every single one back. I must have wasted at least 20 seconds doing so. 52 seconds was my time, I think. I lost the dream here.

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“Why does humanity continue to advance with such confidence? From the spear to the wheel to the spinning wheel to the internal combustion engine to fusion power to the … well… you know.” (Earth is super developed and futuristically) There are huge skyscrapers and flying cars shooting by so fast they are just a blur.

The camera pans foreward.

“Of all that humanity does, there is only one monument they have ever created that has worried me. The armistice. (A mushroom cloud shaped metal sculpture with human skulls on the surface.) Apparently the artist that created it had used real skulls of world war 1 victims and over the years most of them had been stolen and given a proper burial.

Some other things showed galaxies and the likes. I woke up not long after that.