non-lucid

30.01.2013

Dangerous Day At School (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I started walking down the hallway. I was in a four-story school with a large yard. I know this place is four stories and has a large yard because I've been here before. When I first moved to Albuquerque, I had dreams in this school with the exact same layout. In both the first two dreams and this dream, I assumed it to be the school I currently attend. I only knew of three floors at the time, however. I was on the third floor, walking forward. I passed by what, in the dream world, used to be my AP Bio classroom until I got switched out and put into AP Calculus AB. I walked down the first flight of stairs and saw a girl from my actual AP Calc class, she smiled at we exchanged greetings. As I reached the bottom of this flight of stairs, I moved forward to go to the next staircase. It was missing. There was a floor in its place.

I have a note "cafeteria area" here in Banhurt's that I wrote when I woke up. I don't remember any cafeteria area. This may be the newly-added floor I was talking about, as I remember a structure that much resembles that of folded cafeteria tables surrounding.

I started freaking out. I'm going to be late to class! I thought. I somehow made it down and was outside the school in a truck-loading area (much like you see behind grocery stores). This was called the "hooker wall," because prostitutes liked to hang here. I saw plenty of prostitutes on the truck platforms, leaning across the doors. They were trying to be seductive. Lots of men were around. This place was crowded and just shot fourth an aura of ghetto. I put my hand in my right pocket, firmly holding my knife (Smith & Wesson SWBG2TS) with my thumb positioned ready to flip the knife out if needed. I'm not sure why it was in my pocket instead of clipped ot my belt like it normally is. Must have been my mind's automatic reaction to trying to conceal it.







Smith & Wesson Border Guard 2TS -- the knife I actually carry (SWBG2TS)

As I looked over my shoulder on the other end of the truckloading lot, I saw a semi-transparent, ghostly Headless Horseman running at me with a fixed blade in his right hand. He was wearing a scarecrow outfit and was not on his horse.






Headless Horseman figure, albeit with a knife instead of a crossbow, and one of the hookers. I know this is from a game I've been playing a TON recently (hence the dreams), but this is what one hooker and the assailant looked like.







The knife held in the hand.

The horseman stabbed at me, and I moved back and right. I thrusted forward and stabbed him right in the stomach, getting very nervous as I wasn't sure he would be hurt enough to not stab me with the knife floating just to my side. Somehow, though, the horseman did not stab me in my side. I turned around and ran into the nearest room, which looked like that of a shaggy old pub on halloween. There were dozens of these horsemen and similar "mob" creatures. I killed off a few, then ran through a doorway where an "air wizard" began to fight them off for me.

This "air wizard" was from Maplestory. I even saw his skill book pop in front of my like a HUD. I said "oh, this must be after the Big Bang update (though in fact, no air wizards are in the game). He proceeded to use skills and kill many mobs.

End memory.

03.08.2011

Invading The Alien Structure (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in the same hallway from my previous dream -- except this time I knew it was inside the skitter structure. (These are the big buildings over cities from Falling Skies.)







I turned around the corner and was with Hal & Tom Mason. (Drew Roy and Noah Wyle)











We all had G36C guns with iron sights. We ran down an empty hallway only to hear a skitter.

It was shot in the head once and killed. Around the corner was a garry's mod general prop -- triangular prism this time. Some knights on horses came running down the hallway and Hal curled into a ball to fit inside this prop -- as it was no-collided (visible but passable, like jumping inside a pool of paint.)

They left and he continued forward -- as did I. THey came back and I jumped into this prop. They were on white horses and reared them directly over the prop. However, they never came crashing down on me, and instead turned and ran off. I got out and saw no sign of them.

Dream fades.

02.08.2011

rp_downtown yellow warehouse (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yet another dream about rp_downtown from Garry's Mod.

I was inside the yellow warehouse. I built a 2nd story out of general props and ahd shelves and covers which opened by a keypad. The storage room inside was mirrored on the other side as well, and there was a trap door next to the one on the side it shouldn't be.

Metro police came and were searching for printers. "You don't have a warrant," and they left.

People tried to raid through the back entrance and I was shooting them up with an m3 shotgun.

I jumped over the super admin's head and shot him. He died. Another person came and killed me.

02.08.2011

Bundle of Fragments (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was engaged in an m3 shotgun fight with somebody. I killed them and another person came up. I jumped over them and shot them in the head.

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Jordan Mencel decided to take off from his regular music and was singing a concert. He sounded absolutely terrible. He was autotuned, but it was like... 15 cents flat every time. It sounded very raspy.

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Metro Police from HL2 came into my house to search for money printers.
"You can't prove that. You need a warrant. They looked pretty intimidating, but I wasn't giving in one bit.
"You need a warrant. You can't prove I have anything."







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cut mp3. Those two words say it all really. Nothing to explain here. Cutting mp3s in FL Studio 9 or 10.

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I was in my old theatre teacher's class. We were in the auditorium doing something for a play.

No clue what she failed/should have passed.. All I know is what I was thinking.
A girl failed and was crying hysterically. She couldn't understand it either. (neither could I, she should have passed with flying colors). The teacher said "appreciate your the talents you have and quit crying over this."

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Another girl from this same class was playing a rock concert. She was playing guitar. She wore a short pink dress, it was mega hot. Haha.

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I was in a minecraft world (though it wasn't cubed or 16x16 texture. It was like real life.

"I need some dirt blocks to finish this." I said.
The skidder looked at me, made a few futuristic noises, and said "over there." He was holding a minecraft block (or rather, sphere) of the globe.







I went over and grabbed this ball of dirt and carried it and continued building my dirt wall.

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01.08.2011

The Chosen One (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I decided to try and mentally recall rather than write some words down at night. Lesson learned.


I was in hell with a girl I know. Some random guy was there as well. I had a magic wand and was fighting off Death Eaters with a myriad of spells. I was Harry Potter, by the way. I had the scar and all.







The random guy said "You are the chosen one!"
"No!" I said. "I just do a bunch of random shit. Honestly. I have no clue."
"Uh, what the fuck. Yeah sure." He ran away from all the fighting.

I turned around and she was still there. I looked at her and yelled "YOU are the Chosen One!"
"Me?"
"Yes. You are THE CHOSEN ONE!" I yelled as I shot a lightning bolt into the portal. It was now a huge swirling portal from Oblivion with a blue portal. Hell's floor was made out of raw meat and had lava all over the place.







I handed her the wand. "This is your moment." and she put it in her right hand.


Dream fades.

28.07.2011

Ace Combat (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was inside an airplane, in the cockpit. I was stuck in a dogfight with one airplane. We were the only two in the skies. We were above a desert and this dogfight lasted about five mintes before I finally hit the other plane a second time.









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I was inside a building and found a science textbook I lost with a copy of Between the Buried and Me's "Colors" CD. I wanted to turn it in for a refund, but for some reason couldn't turn in the textbook because the CD was too scratched. (?)

27.07.2011

Wasteland (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

We were in my old neighborhood from Fayetteville. For once, it actually showed it as it is -- post tornado.





(not from google images)

It was night time. There were still no street lights on the road pictured above. Some of them that were still up were broken on other streets, or slanted. Houses were messed up left and right.

I was riding my bike back from my ex's house to my old house to go get guns, because Rick and I had none (see previous DJ. Rick from Falling Skies),

At an intersection, a guy in a blue minivan came up and drove up to me, miraculously avoiding the overturned SUV. He pulled out a gun with his right hand while still in the driver's seat, casually showing it to me.




(not from google images)



I said, "Come on man.. you got a gun. You mean I can't even fight to attempt to get out?"
He laughed and said "hah.. yeah. Pretty fucked up ain't it?"
"Man this is bullshit." I replied. I dropped my bike and got in his van. He never noticed Rick.
"This place is a wasteland. The world's severely fucked." he said.

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I had gotten free of him by breaking the rope around my hands and killing his henchman with my fists. I ran back into my old house and grabbed the only pistol there and one hunting knife. I had one more I took from the cellar I was trapped in earlier. The pistol had seven bullets in the chamber. It was a Baretta.

I ran back to the ex's house. Her house was elevated by a stucco staircase, and another house was directly across from this staircase (as if the front doors were on the adjacent sides). Rick and I got to the top of the staircase and saw three kids and a man. I looked at Rick and we both tried to hug the wall and get out of view. All three kids saw us and I put my hands over my lips to say "shhhhh..."

They didn't speak, but as the staircase curved toward the door, the man saw me. He drew his weapon. I aimed down my sights and shot him in the lower stomach to my right. He slowly fell to the ground, and tried to shoot as he was going down. He aimed directly at me. I started strafing and jumping as if it were a video game, scared out of my mind. Rick stood there staring.

*click* *click* *click*

The man's pistol wasn't even loaded.

The children continued inside the house. I went over to the man's body and found 13 rounds, preloaded in 7 and 6-bullet magazines. I took the empty mag just in case.

27.07.2011

Staging Murders (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

We were in an old-fashioned two-story house. It was me, my friend Jerome, and, again, Rebecca Black, who was again my girlfriend. (seriously, it's getting old.)






So, again, here's a picture.

There isn't really much way to describe it. Rebecca and I went upstairs into a room and locked the door after having Jerome lure Hunter out, as we had staged a murder.

We did this again with another murder.

Yeah.


And there were no doors.. lol

26.07.2011

Orange Lambo (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

An orange lambo had a trunk in the back. This trunk didn't close -- it had two square holes in it, supported by a metal frame. After you climb through the hole in becomes one big trunk. Two people could fit in. I was in one hole and Rebecca Black was in the other.



My body was hanging out and I was holding onto the frame

Code:

 Trunk:

|=====|=====|
|     |     |
|     |     |
|     |     |
|=====|=====|


= OR | is metal frame

We were going about 100mph down the interstate

Eventually we stopped and I was inside a dentist office. Rebecca was getting her teeth pulled. Blood was everywhere.

25.07.2011

Building a skatepark (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Somebody was building a skatepark. They had two bowls dug in the ground, filled with concrete and coping and the like. They were about ten feet tall and only six feet or so wide. Kind of odd.

He said "I can't think of any plans from here."

I said "perhaps a ramp from this bowl over here to roll into your first bowl, allowing enough speed to transfer to the other bowl?"

24.07.2011

Opposing Force (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

No recall here.

Running from the Black Ops -- a group of stealth military operatives. They were out to kill the aliens AND shut up any survivors of the area to cover it up. Yup, I was a survivor. They were wearing stealth suits and had the Half-Life One SMG.







I found my way to an elevator and went up it to a room with six windows and one door. I blocked the door with a prop.

(garry's mod mode here.. prop spawning, sandbox mode, etc.)

All the windows had buttons over them. JUST like the ones from Garry's Mod on rp_downtown. I pressed each button to block the view of the windows (a plywood sheet slides out)

They would eventually open themselves. Turns out I had to set them and lock them and not just press the open/close button. People form Fayetteville started coming up the elevator. I was unable to figure out the window system in time. A flying red alien (think skyline, but not blue), There were about twenty of us inside and a window opened -- the alien opened fire, killing most. I managed to escape through the door I barricaded earlier.







I ran down a few flights of stairs. Four black ops were there. A bunch of Barnacles from Half Life 2 were also on the ceiling. They were taking careful measures to avoid them. Not knowing what to do, I jumped down a flight of stairs, wrapped my legs around his chest, and began to choke the man. His friends wouldn't help him as I was using him as a human shield and there were barnacles on the ceiling.






These guys grab onto you with their tongues and pull you up and chew.. yum..

The other guys ran and I let this guy go as he ran too. I went through the same door they did down the stairs. I was in a school hallway with a huge profesionally-cut hole in the right wall. I went through it and somebody had the garry's mod fading door tool made of general props. I went through it before it closed.

It was the guy from the skatepark. The extremely good one. He walked in and his door re-appeared (no longer faded due to keypad timout)

This was a MASSIVE underground bathroom... of which I have dreamed in twice. *smack*


One operative found a hole in the door where you could see and began to fire. I spawn another general prop and tried to block it off, but was trying to dodge bullets and kept hitting walls and the prop was turning, making it difficult to block off the top (people were jumping on the keypad then over the door)

No recall.

24.07.2011

Starcraft II (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was spectating from the player's view of an RTS game. I was "defender of the casle" (yes, the screen mispelled it)

A Command & Conquer Generals homebase was up, as well as four others. I told the builder to make roads between them. These roads carved out massive canyons to make the roads, oddly.

I was quickly swarmed by an opposing team with two units -- a rusher. he took me out. A grenade was chucked high up and bounced off the sky ceiling, back to ground. My camera changed to just behind the grenade and controlled it until it hit a target.

Fade.

21.07.2011

Iceberg (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It was an ice blue lake. It was surrounded by cliffs on all sides - made of ice. Little plateforms of 6" or so thick ice were inside the lake. All around was a sort of "sidewalk" make of ice. It was kinda like a mario kart map.

Everyone set up bases inside the cliff wall, and some on ice platforms. Others were bunny hopping between the platforms.

Myself and a friend from North Carolina, a total lesbian (and you can tell) set up camp inside a cliff wall and I put a black/yellow BLAST DOOR over it.

god damn doors. -.-

And, we managed to have... relations. I HATE MY DREAMS SOMETIMES.

There were two of her and I had to figure out which was which. Both with different names and I couldn't remember which was her name. LOL.

21.07.2011

Zero Skateboards Factory Explosion (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There was a skatepark just past a tiny road on the edge of town. I was in a town with lots of pine trees, not Albuquerque. It was night-time and the park was well-lit by lights from the tower.

Yet again a reference of my old town of Fayetteville.

The racial demographic was much like Fayetteville as well, and very very unlikely to see out here.

This skatepark had bleachers in the back left, and was made of white concrete. Lots of domes and transition. In the middle was the Zero Skateboards manufacturing plant.

But it looked lik a combine tower.








I was riding my current skateboard, a Chris Cole Zero deck with black 52mm Autobahn wheels, Green & Gold Venture trucks, and checkers hardware. Although it is a bit scratched up.. and I have a rusty replacement kingpin and missing a screw in my tail.







I also got a new board (from where hell I don't know) Also zero, with GREEN autobahns, and green skull on the deck.







I set it down by my dad and started skating on my old board. He took that board and started skating on it. So I had him give it back. This time I set it closer to my dad. I went on skating.

As I came back, he had been skating it, and a big chunk of griptape was missing on the back.

No doubt caused by me going to the skatepark in the rain last night. I came home because it was too slick, but was still concerned about my grip tape losing its sand.

I yelled at him and he said "da fuqq you want nigga? Bet you wont come at me do bruh. You just a bitch nigga."

^This is average talk where I just moved out of. Thank God I'm out. Lol.

So I punched him. ^_^

Fighting followed. It was incredibly realistic, not dreamlike. We ended up locking with arms around each other and I put my fingers down into a pressure point and pushed. I just held them there until he passed out and let go of me.

My dad watched the entire thing. He said "Heh.. so you strong now?"

THE GUYS UNCONSCIOUS BODY WAS NOW AN UNCONSCIOUS DOG.

My dad went home and eventually this dog disappeared too. I kept skating for five minutes or so.

Guy I just beat the crap out of comes back with three friends. They steal mynew zero board, as well as my old one and run off laughing "HAHAHAHA BIIITCCCHH. DON'T FUCK WITH US!! HHAHAHAHAHA!!"

I picked up a small kingpin that had fallen off of somebody's board and chucked it into the tower. BOOOOOOOOMMM. It exploded right on top of them.

And I turned around and RAN LIKE HELL before the explosion reached me. It was moderately paced, as if somebody had strewn out explosives in a line and hit one.

I ran through these woods barefoot (yet managed minimal stabs to the foot) and eventually took a turn where a lake started.

I've been to this exact dream spot twice in the past year and a half or so... aggravated me upon waking.






Ignore that freaky thing and just pretend it's me. Lol.

The dream ends.


For reference, this is what I look like.

If anybody knows who he is, 9001 points to you.

20.07.2011

Sheldon Cooper Black Mesa (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Sheldon Cooper rampaging Black Mesa with TMP. From third floor catwalk staircase (rp_downtown yellow warehouse) was shooting as I managed to hit lockdown. Slipped out as door shut and was outside aperture. Mom and matt in car, listening to gospel and hit a dumpster from my apartment.







*I understand this is half-assed. I'm learning the new DJ system in cooperation with Banhurt's 2.6 and wrote it at midnight the night after. Also not much to elaborate on fifteen seconds of dream. I assure you it will become what my old Dream Journal was!