lucid

Another lucid after a WBTB

I am on a beach. This time I am very lucid and I have no doubt in my mind that this one is worth counting for full points.

The beach is an OTD environment. The weather is cloudy with a dark storm out at sea. The clouds are very vivid and detailed, they seem to be stacked up and up as I look into the sky in this massive cumulonimbus cloud. It is windy but it is not raining though I occasionally hear a stroke of thunder.

The beach also has a strange pattern, like there is a subsurface layer of concrete or stone with sand over it with corrugations or waves about every half-meter. Man-made in nature its not a natural formation. Thus the beach (or at least this section of it) alternates between a thin layer of sand and raw stone. I remember as I am walking (barefoot and by the looks of it in-form) the ground beneath my feet properly changes texture and resiliency. I experiment with it, seeing if the pattern is correctly maintained even when I am not looking just judging where my feet should be.

I think that this is a lucid dreaming competition, and a lot of points are awarded for dream control so I had best start racking that up. I set an intention to keep the dream long and stable and remember all of it. I decide to start simple and start running. This form is much more capable and athletic than my waking form. Even on sand running at great speed is effortless, and there is no strain in my knees or ankles or no difficulty breathing. I don't know if I could take points for super speed its tough to say if this was just a fast run but one that a normal person could do.

I took off and launched myself, pushing energy down to create my rockets. This works though there is still lethargy in the rockets, the flame is pitiful and doesn't provide much propulsion. I still get a long leap traveling down the beach, maybe two meters vertical and ten meters distance. I try again pushing down a little harder and get a bit more altitude. Still I'm barely flying but I manage to stay in the air long enough to fly in a circle and do a flip in the air before landing, but I'm still dealing with impotence. I decide to land and surrender that task, supposing I've done enough to count for basic flight. And because the dream is really vivid even this very low-level flying is exhilirating.

I then meet a dream figure, a larger man carrying a large white bag it looks like it would contain topsoil or rock salt or something, but the label says like "Moo Moo Strawberry Milkshake Mixture Powder". The man starts talking to me trying to convince me to try/drink his beverage because it has health benefits. He shows me the drink in some small cups set out on a table and I think I should try it (knowing you can get points for eating or drinking something). But I don't get around to drinking it. Instead, for some plot reason I don't remember he gives me a black thumb drive and tells me to read the data on it. The data is the formulation for this mixture.

The dream scene transitions to a library or study in a fancy mansion or old university. I use a summoning trick to pull out a slate (a slate is a small highly advanced crystal computer which I have used a couple of times). I use a sort of adapter to connect the modern flash drive to highly futuristic crystal computer. I try to activate the device though it doesn't seem to work, the device won't even activate.

I shrug and surrender that this isn't working and that I'm not particularly interested in this plotline anyways. The dream scene changes again. Now I'm in my childhood home. The dream is substantially less vivid. I decide I will attempt to summon Manei, even though I have been in this situation many times before, having lucid dreams of being alone in my childhood home attempting to execute dream control. I think about how my theory is that mundanity and grounded-ness of the location might unconsciously stifle all my dream control attempts as I think of it too much as a purely 'real' location. Thus the rules of waking reality are imposed.

I meander around for a bit calling her name, opening doors with the anticipation of finding her behind them and using my old summoning command. Just a "throw crap at the wall and see what sticks." Though I know this has never worked. Eventually I get frustrated since I have dealt with this situation so many times before over many years (clearly no longer fully lucid at this point as I am getting tainted by emotion) and try to brute force it. I just concentrate on an area and visualize her appearing very intensely, like imposing your imagination on waking reality. This actually seems to partially work and I can see her starting to manifest sort of like wet paint being washed away in reverse the right colors and shapes are starting to come in. Each time the visualization starts to unravel or she is just becoming me talking to myself I yell "stop!" and try to keep her 'physical' form from unraveling. I managed to get her left hand completely solidified and started to pull on it, trying to get the rest of her out of the fog. But the physical effort translated to the waking world where I was yanking and thrashing in my bed, causing me to wake up.

DILD 10pt
DC Interact 2pt
Flight 5pt
Use Electronic Device 5pt (didn't work)
Advanced Summoning 15pt (Someone tell me if this botched/unfinished attempt counts. I can still take basic summoning for having my slate if not.)

Another lucid after a WBTB

I am on a beach. This time I am very lucid and I have no doubt in my mind that this one is worth counting for full points.

The beach is an OTD environment. The weather is cloudy with a dark storm out at sea. The clouds are very vivid and detailed, they seem to be stacked up and up as I look into the sky in this massive cumulonimbus cloud. It is windy but it is not raining though I occasionally hear a stroke of thunder.

The beach also has a strange pattern, like there is a subsurface layer of concrete or stone with sand over it with corrugations or waves about every half-meter. Man-made in nature its not a natural formation. Thus the beach (or at least this section of it) alternates between a thin layer of sand and raw stone. I remember as I am walking (barefoot and by the looks of it in-form) the ground beneath my feet properly changes texture and resiliency. I experiment with it, seeing if the pattern is correctly maintained even when I am not looking just judging where my feet should be.

I think that this is a lucid dreaming competition, and a lot of points are awarded for dream control so I had best start racking that up. I set an intention to keep the dream long and stable and remember all of it. I decide to start simple and start running. This form is much more capable and athletic than my waking form. Even on sand running at great speed is effortless, and there is no strain in my knees or ankles or no difficulty breathing. I don't know if I could take points for super speed its tough to say if this was just a fast run but one that a normal person could do.

I took off and launched myself, pushing energy down to create my rockets. This works though there is still lethargy in the rockets, the flame is pitiful and doesn't provide much propulsion. I still get a long leap traveling down the beach, maybe two meters vertical and ten meters distance. I try again pushing down a little harder and get a bit more altitude. Still I'm barely flying but I manage to stay in the air long enough to fly in a circle and do a flip in the air before landing, but I'm still dealing with impotence. I decide to land and surrender that task, supposing I've done enough to count for basic flight. And because the dream is really vivid even this very low-level flying is exhilirating.

I then meet a dream figure, a larger man carrying a large white bag it looks like it would contain topsoil or rock salt or something, but the label says like "Moo Moo Strawberry Milkshake Mixture Powder". The man starts talking to me trying to convince me to try/drink his beverage because it has health benefits. He shows me the drink in some small cups set out on a table and I think I should try it (knowing you can get points for eating or drinking something). But I don't get around to drinking it. Instead, for some plot reason I don't remember he gives me a black thumb drive and tells me to read the data on it. The data is the formulation for this mixture.

The dream scene transitions to a library or study in a fancy mansion or old university. I use a summoning trick to pull out a slate (a slate is a small highly advanced crystal computer which I have used a couple of times). I use a sort of adapter to connect the modern flash drive to highly futuristic crystal computer. I try to activate the device though it doesn't seem to work, the device won't even activate.

I shrug and surrender that this isn't working and that I'm not particularly interested in this plotline anyways. The dream scene changes again. Now I'm in my childhood home. The dream is substantially less vivid. I decide I will attempt to summon Manei, even though I have been in this situation many times before, having lucid dreams of being alone in my childhood home attempting to execute dream control. I think about how my theory is that mundanity and grounded-ness of the location might unconsciously stifle all my dream control attempts as I think of it too much as a purely 'real' location. Thus the rules of waking reality are imposed.

I meander around for a bit calling her name, opening doors with the anticipation of finding her behind them and using my old summoning command. Just a "throw crap at the wall and see what sticks." Though I know this has never worked. Eventually I get frustrated since I have dealt with this situation so many times before over many years (clearly no longer fully lucid at this point as I am getting tainted by emotion) and try to brute force it. I just concentrate on an area and visualize her appearing very intensely, like imposing your imagination on waking reality. This actually seems to partially work and I can see her starting to manifest sort of like wet paint being washed away in reverse the right colors and shapes are starting to come in. Each time the visualization starts to unravel or she is just becoming me talking to myself I yell "stop!" and try to keep her 'physical' form from unraveling. I managed to get her left hand completely solidified and started to pull on it, trying to get the rest of her out of the fog. But the physical effort translated to the waking world where I was yanking and thrashing in my bed, causing me to wake up.

DILD 10pt
DC Interact 2pt
Flight 5pt
Use Electronic Device 5pt (didn't work)
Advanced Summoning 15pt (Someone tell me if this botched/unfinished attempt counts. I can still take basic summoning for having my slate if not.)

Okay I'm back.

My sleep has been really disrupted the last few days. Some IRL drama really messed with my flow in this comp. (Here's hoping its one of those comps that gets extended and gets a third week.)

I did two WBTBs this morning until I got some results. It wasn't a good LD. Normally I don't count LDs for comps unless I'm really lucid, but I'm feeling generous to myself so I'll count this one.

I had some memories of earlier sections of the dream. I was on a beach with purple sand. The sand was crystalline, like grains of ground-up amethyst. I was also at my grandparents (father's side) house for part of the dream. The kitchen was rearranged weirdly and my grandmother was baking something. I rarely saw her cook or bake.

I was in some OTD environment. It seems like a dirt field, like an industrial junkyard with old broken concrete and scrap metal and stuff sitting around in piles, surrounded by trees. On one side the trees open up revealing a view. The field is on top of a shallow hill which stretches out over to a city with some tall buildings. I am there, (semi)lucid and in dream form with some dream figures.

One of them is examining my form, while a few others stand around. She is one of the 'higher ups' is being gentle and relatively respectful about it so I don't mind. I've spent a lot of time in dreams and immersive daydreaming tweaking it and I guess is schematized pretty well and she muses about it seemingly very impressed. I only stop her when she pulls up my shirt and starts poking me in the stomach. She says something like "you have a very interesting abdomen" and I sense that she is scanning me. In some variations of this form the internal anatomy is also changed. I politely asked her to stop poking me there as that (waking body or dream body) is generally off limits. She obliged. Seemingly much more moderate and willing to listen than most encounters with these individuals.

I remember her offering me to explore higher dimensional space as compensation for her getting to examine me. I agreed, knowing it would probably net some interesting results for the dream comp and creates a portal. It sort of looks and behaves like Dr. Strange's mirror dimension. I travel through the portal and find a strange alternate version of the space I was in. Everything is beautiful painterly shades of orange, red and purple. I take off and start flying through the trees, though I'm also shifting through higher dimensions as I do. The entire scene distorts and melts into swirling caustic blobs and the dream destabilizes around here.

Reality Checks 1pt
WBTB 2pt
DILD 10pt
DC Interact 2pt
Fly 5pt

I am watching a star wars movie, yet at times also a semi-active participant in the sequence. This is supposed to be the 11th movie in the star wars movie series.

We are on this huge ship. It seems mon calamari in design, reminding me of the MC85 from The Last Jedi, though it has "wings" and a sort of bulbous dome-shaped nose that flares out rather than the beaked design. This ship seems to be a giant heavily defended battle-carrier with hangar decks in its wings. The large dome structure is a powerful forward shielding system.

We are above some planet, seems like a tropical island/archipelago type world with rings and two or three small moons. Blue and turquoise seas and chains of lush green islands under white clouds and visible cyclone like storms. We have some small escort ships that I don't get a good look at and go into hyperspace.

We end up being forced out of hyperspace by some other ship in deep space, no planets or stars are nearby. There is a large fleet of imperial/first order/insert whatever bad guy successor faction existed in this dream facing us down and we are unable to go back to lightspeed and thus forced to engage in combat.

There are new Star Destroyers. They are the standard gray and have the arrowhead shape with the hangar in a "notch" on either side and rear hyperdrive housing like a venator-class star destroyer. But these ships lack any sort of bridge tower and seem to be huge, maybe two or three times the size of a standard ISD. Instead of a bridge there is a sort of staircase structure along the centerline of the ship with the main guns placed up along it leading to a sort of large dome structure. The design also seems to be mirrored top-to-bottom and these ships seem more inclined to fully 3d combat than any other SW ship which generally operates with a recognized "up". When the ships engage in combat they while appearing to move 'slowly' due to their size are inclined to roll and move in the third dimension to try and get better positioning.

There is also a ship that looks like the mandator-IV/siege dreadnaught from TLJ but is only has a single giant gun rather than a pair of them.

This swiftly turns into a large scale space battle. We deploy our fighter wings and we have some big guns of our own on the giant battlecarrier to fight the other large ships. I have some authority as to how things are playing out but this sequence focuses on a series of pilots in various ships. There is a space fighter called an 'H wing' which looks almost exactly how you'd imagine.

This battle sequence goes on for a long time focusing on different pilot characters engaged in the space battle. The large battle carrier is attempting to avoid being flanked as though its shields are immensely strong, able to take anything the hostile fleet can throw at it, the shields can only be that strong if they are concentrated on one area of the hull at a time. It seems like I am able to handle the situation competently enough, we take a few hits to the hull on the starboard side and hanbar bay where the sheild is penetrated but the ship's core systems remain operable and the fighters are able to destroy several enemy vessels.

...

There was another dream on the morning of the 12th but it was pretty boring. I was in a bar or club type setting trying to hide the fact that I had wet myself.

4/13/2025

I am in a lucid state in some kind of combat. This seems like another superpowered character (another Viltrumite/invincible esque fighter). I am flying high above the clouds but dive down over a mountainous region. Very picturesque, snowcapped mountains, rivers, lakes, and tall pine trees. I remember I flew low and then straight into the side of a mountain. My pursuer was lagging behind by quite some distance. I used the staff or command line to delete a section of the mountain. A horizontal slice just a few meters in height.

I think this scenario was inspired by this.

I vividly remember flying through this gap. The command line cut the rock smooth, like polished stone created a marbled pattern on the floor and ceiling. My pursuer followed me through. However I had timed it right such that I managed to escape out the far side before the mountain fell back onto its base. There is an immense sort of 'clack' and a large shockwave radiates out snapping fully grown trees and blowing me off course, messing up my flight pattern and I land in a mountain lake.

I am in the park where IWL I jog alot walking with Marcus and talking about something. This situation leads me to do a state check (nose pinch) and become lucid. I remember I really had to focus on breathing while I was doing it as the sensation of breathing was very unusual. I've had nose pinch RCs fail when (I believe it happens I'm very deeply in sleep and my dream-body breathing becomes disassociated with my waking body's breathing.)

I decided I would experiment with my staff which is supposed to help with dream control. I summon it though it takes some finagling to get its appearance right. At first its a large staff padded with thick foam and fake leather, sort of like some sort of training weapon. I feel this is symbolic of me still being in "training" with this experimental tool, and I am consciously aware of this. I manage to change its form first to just a wooden stick in the proper shape of the staff and then its proper metal-like construction though it seems too small in scale.

I am also consciously aware of (on some level) how the lucid dreaming competitions tend to award a lot of points based on dream control. Some part of me wants to just get into a lucid dream and fire off and demonstrate as many dream control abilities as I can as quickly as possible not really caring about the plot of the dream or carrying out any tasks or narratives. Though a sort of higher part of my consciousness says that this is cheesy or 'cheating' the contest. I don't cheat. If anything sometimes I feel guilty about counting dreams where I wasn't fully lucid or other 'jank' stuff and only want to count dreams where I was genuinely and truly lucid.

We must have been walking and talking for quite a while as I fiddled with the staff, because we were at the opposite end of the park maybe half a km away. I'm still not satisfied with the staff though I've managed to bring up its command interface.

This guy comes down he looks like Conquest from Invincible. (I'm not sure why the antagonists of this show keep cropping up as I haven't actually watched it and am only vaguely aware of it from some friends on Discord who have shared clips and talk about it, but dreams are like that and sometimes residue that you don't consciously focus on gets a major presence in the subconscious.) We had a dialogue.

Conquest: "I'm here to conquer your planet in the name of the Viltrum Empire"

"I'm busy. You will go away."

Conquest: "You don't understand. I'm here to take over your pathetic planet."

"You are an antagonist. What do you really represent?"

He talks a little bit more but stays 'In character' and doesn't seem to understand that this is a dream. Eventually he gets annoyed and flies at me to fight, grabbing me and plowing me through a field making a long trench in the dirt and knocking over some trees. We tangle for a bit with punches and kicks. I can keep up or am maybe even a bit faster speed-wise but this guy is monstrously stronger and its like punching and kicking a brick wall. I took a punch with his robotic hand to my left arm that really hurt. I felt like my arm was broken and I was even sore after waking up. When I get an opening I pull the staff back to me, with it flying into my hand like Thor's hammer and whack him in the head. No time for the staff's actual function I just hit him with it.

I get up and start flying to get some distance. The park and city layout are wrongly and we're over a large stretch of forest that doesn't exist IWL, though the layout of my town seems roughly right though stretched and expanded in many ways. Time to actually test this thing out.

I concentrate on the staff. Despite being a magical staff it executes commands in a very procedural way, its almost like how Monkey's command console. I have to think of precisely what I want for it to work. When I fire from it it displays something like:

Function Voxel_Base_Set_Rect_Prism;
SetDimension (5000,5000,5000);
SetMaterial (Osmium);
KineticTensor (False);

He flies up to me and I generate the cube of solid metal about the size of a house. It starts as a purplish-pink outline and then becomes solid shiny blue-gray metal right as he flies into it. Then gravity takes over and the box falls on top of him and onto the ground in a parking lot with an immense crash. I spawned a second box with the KineticTensor set to true. This attaches the box on the end of a long string of energy that lets me telekinetically move it around. Its partially mental, partially physical. It feels heavy like moving a large sledgehammer but I'm able to smash it around (no care about collateral) and this seems way more effective way to fight an opponent.

At some point I got him on the ground, trapped between the first box I dropped and the second box that I was using as a weapon. I executed a new function called Magnetic_Polarize and magnetized the boxes together. They slapped together with a loud clank and shockwave seemingly becoming melted and fused but the guy still broke out from between, roaring with rage. He didn't seem to be at all injured, just pissed off.

Function Voxel_Atomic_Find_And_Replace (Oxygen, Fluorine);
Function Voxel_Atomic_Find_And_Replace (Nitrogen, Lithium);
SetShape (Sphere, 2500);

I fire this centering it directly on him, converting the oxygen in the air into flourine. There is a blast of pink-red flame like a bomb. Again not much visible damage on the outside though his suit seems to be burned now and he's coughing. He gets mad and charges me again. This time I take the staff, though I don't remember what the exact command was but it had something to do with rotating gravity. I rotated the entire world around my reference point nintey degrees and he spirals out of control and smacks into the ground. The world is now like an endless cliff face with cars, buildings, people and trees all flowing off and falling down into the abyss. I see the rivers and lakes nearby to my town spill out and rush down like a waterfall in a very realistic manner. Then the moon passes overhead. It's huge in the sky like it is in moonfall like its barely touching the atmosphere on its near side.

I must have started to lose lucidity because I made a pretty irrational combat move. I created a large barrier that we were both inside of and then set its radius to a negative value. When it collapsed on us we got sent to another dimension.

I don't know what to call this place besides "The Heptagon Dimension". It's pretty much a black void with a floor of white lines that are endlessly tiled regular heptagons. (Not hexagons, Heptagons, seven sided shapes). It's weird but the first time I've seen it in a dream you can look at this pattern and anywhere you look, locally it makes sense though it has this strange fractal like bending effect like the game Hyperbolica in your peripheral vision. There is a snowy effect of white particles rising up from the floor. Intuitively I know that this dimension is also very small, its like the quantum realm from the MCU its like smaller than atoms or Planck lengths.

He keeps yelling and trying to charge/fly at me but every time he curves away. The geometry of this dimension is clearly confusing him and has badly disrupted his combat tactics.

"I'm going to wake up now. You can stay down here until you've learned your lesson."

Been trying to get back into it for the spring comp.

Was having a classic 'back in school' type dream. I am in the classroom of my 11th grade English class. That specific classroom seems to be a particular favorite of my subcon for reasons I'm not really sure. But I am taking a science test of some form, mostly multiple choice but there are a few written response type questions. It has 59 questions total and there is some weird way you are supposed to fill out the test on two separate pieces of paper, something which I have not done correctly.

I finish and turn in the test, then get out my laptop at my desk. The teacher comes back around and says that I haven't done the test correctly and will likely get a low grade. This brings in an artificially inflated sort of anxiety which is enhanced when I notice that it is sometime in the year 2021.

I do a nose pinch RC and recognize that this is a dream. I get up to leave the classroom and then wake up.

I was lucid though it wasn't fully a dream. I think I was actually halfway awake but sleepy enough to still hold onto a dream-like state. I was only a passive observer and could feel quite clearly my real body laying in bed. I was having that genre of dream with Marcus where we are flying through space talking showing me different anomalies and the like.

I became lucid and I asked him, mostly just for fun, what the solution to the N-body problem was without iterating through it.

He showed some complicated mathematical equations and he explained that it requires "multidimensional recursive mathematics". The basic idea was you use an equation that takes the average of the mass and position of all bodies except one and treat that as a common barycenter, and then calculate the gravitational interaction for those two bodies using the standard 2-body formula. But then you must put the equation inside of itself and do that for all subsequent bodies effectively creating an infinite recursion loop since you need to know the equation's solution before you have solved it in order to solve it correctly. He explains that to the 'Aliens from Arrival' it's a high school math problem because they can perceive time non-linearly and the equation/branch of mathematics to solve it hasn't been discovered by humanity because you need a certain type of advanced quantum computer to do it.

He brings me to a place where there are three planets, a red mars like one, a gray mercury like one and a white icy one all gravitationally interacting with each other. He connects the red and gray one with a HUD line showing their barycenter and shows the solution and a bunch of complicated equations for the white icy planet. Interestingly the HUD is purple and it looks like my dream HUD/overlays not his.

I realized I had asked the question in jest but predictably, Marcus had given me a serious answer, and I tried to remember as much as I could about his explanation because it was interesting, even though in all honestly its probably not useful.

The dream carried on for awhile after that though it turned more into waking and actively guided thoughts and sleepy daydreaming after that.

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.

4.4.2024

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.