[Notes]: - Yet another Fallout dream... probably withdrawal symptoms - Also during finals week. ALL NON-LUCID [Enter dream]: I'm stealthing on this BOS encampment in the middle of the city. I try fighting them and do well for a little bit, but it doesn't last. Soon, this Legendary Knight-Sergeant completely wrecks me as I see a kitted-out Vertibird (with red flames and racing stripes) flying in the distance. I run away, and I find this Mexican guy. We're at a ramp. I recognize the muffler shop down below and realize I get an achievement if I slide down the ramp into a spot, so I do it. I'm hangin out with this dude in the shop, when suddenly this strange creature runs up to me. It's like a synth dog with a human skull on one of its appendages. It furiously asks me to wear the skull and go take out the BOS.... and I say no, because that's a ridiculous idea. Then, it/she kinda forces me to... [The dream dissolves...]
[Notes]: - This was during finals week... surprised I dreamed at all. - No WBTB or anything. ALL NON-LUCID [Enter dream] I'm at this grocery store, and there's these cherries that are candied and dried. I realized I really wanted them, then S tells me that they're five dollars, like it's a really big deal. Then I look around that area and find the price tag on this basket, and they were like 4.50 or something. I bought some. Fallout-ish. I'm standing outside, looking for S. Apparently we were going to go do something together, but she wasn't here. I call her up, and she doesn't pick up. Instead, this gravely guy does, and gives me threats and demands me to stay away. I'm looking around, then I get hit with this green lazer out of the corner of my eye. I then follow the light, behind the shed and off into a field. I never found this light-guy. There, I stealth until I get really close to this guy holding a satellite dish and a pistol. It's the gravely phone-dude. I take him out, smacking him in the forearm, etc. Then go to this military base off in front of me, and there's this shed/cargo container where they're keeping her. I sneak in, and find her strapped up to this strange machine. The other soldiers are fine with it, until ones in the distance see me. They start shooting. Guy with an rpg. I get out and start collecting their weapons, which have really boring names, like "tuned" and "unknown 1", and they're practically all the same model. Mini-nightmare, dripping concrete. "Going out" with N.... yeah. It was just on the way to the theater with S. She saw me... yeah. Awkward and strange. SP was trying to make everyone smoke weed. We were at my house, and there were tons of other students. There were these little shanty storefronts everywhere. I'm hangin with J, and SP comes up to us with a cigar box and opens it up. It's full of blunts. He asks us if we wanna smoke one. I say "no, dude." Josh continues to talk with him though, and eventually he decides to do it. I lose faith in him, "don't do it!" He goes anyway down to the creek with SP. I wander around for a bit. I'm on my sofa, with JH and a few other people I don't really know. Then, SP comes over and gives JH a bong with a bunch of M&M/skittles. There's no weed in it or anything, but the kids keep passing it around... I don't take it. I'm in the front yard. J comes back with SP, and they're both really screwed up. J reeks of weed, wearing his leather jacket, and then we're kinda on this city block place. He reeks so bad that when my dad tries to talk to him he gets giggly. [Dream dissolves...]
Just something about having to rescale more space for MPC, and buy it with JY. Not even gonna bother writing notes here.
[Notes]: - Still further into WBTB + request method, and this is getting better and better. - Most control I've had in a lucid yet. - REALLY gotta fix the gyroscope turning problem. Lucid Non-Lucid Non-Dream [Enter dream] I’m in an accurate version of the weight room. I’m sitting on these bleachers by the windows. Suddenly, while Ms. N is talking, H comes over and plops herself right next to me. I ask her, “So who are you dating?” In reality, she seems kinda interested in me but has a BF. She tells me that that’s the issue and that things are kinda rough between her and J, so she was wondering if I “wanted to have sex?” And I’m like, “Whoa, whoa, what do you mean by that? Do you mean like ‘doing it’, like, sexual intercourse?” And she says “Not quite, I mean...” But then I leave and move over to one of the lockers. I open it up and find a bunch of magazines inside. Then I realize, “Wait, I just talked to her. That would only happen in a dream!” The lucidity sets in. I start saying “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming!” I turn around, look around, and then look at my hands to stabilize. I remember that I wanted clarity and say it. Things get a little clearer, but still not nearly as clear as I want. I turn around (which sends my POV kinda lopsided… definitely gotta fix that problem.) I’m laughing to myself and see PG looking at me with disgust. I look at her and say ”Shut the ___ up!” And I side kick her whole box apparatus into her and knock her over, knowing she’s a DC. Man, I’m a dream jerk. I run off and find some more boxes. I just start throwing them around the gym, and I drop kick one. No one notices. Then I just ran a lap around the gym. This is easily the longest and most controlled lucid I’ve ever had. [The dream fragments...]
[Notes]: - This took place later into the week of WBTB + nightly personal requests. - Woke up with great euphoria Lucid Non-Lucid Non-Dream [Enter dream]: I’m in my yard, in the spring, coming up from the creek with Dad. There’s this massive vertiberd that comes frling over us. Dad notices that it uses the wrong turn signal when it turns, and I confirmed. Then, the pilot must have noticed me, so he started doing flips and stuff, and kinda glitching out really. He eventually comes down and lands in the driveway. I think to myself: “Wow, this is sick. Imagine if I was lucid! What would I be doing?” The pilot gets out (Brotherhood of Steel?), introduces himself and tells us we’re gonna have some fun. We do, and a lot of people are at the house... someone was wrangling with our antenna. I’m in Diamond City/ish. There are a couple of super mutants hiding around with a couple of feral mongrels. I get detected and run away, just to get found again. I’m hiding out in an alley…. chillin? there was something about having this special porridge. I had to make S and A food. I made A some Asian noodles with tossed veggies and a thick soy sauce and it was actually pretty nice. I made S some strange dog food + corn mixture… it’s what she wanted! Mr. S appreciated the “tossed vegetables” in A's dish. I was driving to school from over T Hill. I turn onto the road and end up sliding a bit… everyone does. It’s real snowy and nasty out. I eventually get to school and walk into the gym 31 minutes late (it was 8:31 on my phone). There’s these weight cages and crap. I walk around the place (it was huge). Inside of the weight cages were these these lifts. You could get lifted super high up into the air real fast with a push of a lever. We lifted and dropped them a few times. W messed with it for a bit. I hopped on, and flew up a bit. ART DEPARTMENT? Hangin with Ms. C in the studio art class. I left the gym, and I was in space. I was flying in an X-Wing to the scene of a current battle. This was in the first trilogy. I fly out of another ship and make my way over. Some flagship spews out a massive line of fire, like a square, apparently so the attack on the planet could be made immediately. I flew in and…. yeah. I was in this room with a doctor-ish person (kinda run down place), and this is in the same vein as the vertibird. Then, someone knocks on the door. I heard their monotone voice, and immediately was suspicious it was a synth. They come in, and it’s this ex-senior Asian guy. I grab a broken crutch and get ready to fight. He tries to say he’s not a synth, and tells me to prove it, and I cut his belly. There’s no blood. Then he starts to brag about how powerful he is and everything I straight-up knock his head off by stabbing him in the neck. [Wake]
[Notes]: - This took place after I requested to myself to have a dream with intense feelings... and it seemed to work! - This is result of my new nightly WBTB practice. - There was a moment of slight lucidity in here. Lucid Non-Lucid Non-Dream [Enter dream (post-WBTB?)]: There’s a paper that I forgot to read and respond to, and almost everyone in class forgot to do it as well. They would be trying to get it in late with no penalty (Freya, Reyna, etc.) I talked w/ my teacher in a small side-street with one-seater Fallout cars and she said “Maybe.” This may have taken place in the week before spring break? Warframe. Sophia is a “supporter.” She has these gummies... We decide that we’re gonna go to the citadel of the (Brotherhood of Steel?). We start talking about it when I’m about halfway through the stairway. Then she starts getting a little flirty. We stand by the door, deciding, and she kinda turns into Emma Watson and tries to kiss me from over the shoulder. I kinda slough her off and ask why she'd try to do that so early. Then she says that it was for "trying to get a leg up on her in the stairway." We go to the citadel and as we enter the main building, she kinda sneaks on me and grabs my hand. It was intense, and I've had this moment in many dreams before. I say, “I’m sorry. I know it’s been a long time coming.” She says, “I know.” Then, as we start to go down the steps, I realize that it’s only ever been in my dreams that I’ve held her hand, and I say “Oh, wait. This is a dream.” I continue to walk with her to our new place. On the way, I grab a random thing and read it, saying “Gotta maintain my lucidity!” We’re in the back of the building (very rocky), and I find my desk, and she finds hers. We put down our stuff, and move up to check out. She puts down her gummies on the checkout, and I put a card-thing in to sign up. There was apparently a discount for supporter as opposed to warrior… loophole could let me get stuff for less. Boosters in a hexagon map thing... SJ was building a bunker/shelter out of some metal that started with “s.” I couldn’t pronounce it in the dream either. French guy named Jean meets this girl and asks if she wants to Skype with him (in a suggestive manner). [Wake]
[Notes]: - Not much to say. I'm pretty surprised I remember anything at all; I went to bed at 1:30AM. Lucid Non-lucid Non-dream [Dream begins]: So I'm at MPROD and A decides we have to go to my house to meet. It's a post-apocalyptic world, kinda like Fallout, and we drive up to some barn. I disarm some tentacle-mine things... yeah. [Dream ends...]
[Notes]: - By simply focusing on HI as I lightly fell asleep on a road trip, I was able to catch some of the following dreams before waking up. Lucid Non-Lucid Non-Dream [HI #1]: There’s something about this indistinct figure (me? clear person?) buying a shotgun. The shotgun was kinda invisible, with only a couple contours being visible. The figure loads a red shell into it (from the side; it was a sideways-break barrel). There’s some notion of him not being able to have it. Glasses, top hat, trenchcoat? Kinda like Murdered: Soul Suspect. Looking at the same mall as the Harbor Freight, from about 20 parking spaces back. There’s this brown, thick smoke originating out of nowhere, and it floats to the left, leaving a thick vapor trail. It appears to start getting constrained, as if there’s a clear glass tube around it. The voice of mom says “That unattended mule can drive.” [HI #2]: It’s a 50’s commercial. Panning back from the Portal cake, with this plank moving above it. A woman says the motto: “Dozens of bunches for every twelve hundred you choose.” [HI #3]: This was created by purposefully thinking of a random story based on random thoughts. I would guide it into a dream semi-consciously, letting my subconscious as well as my conscious work together. It started off with a strange apparatus that looked like an old telephone hanger, but my brain immediately concluded it was a lighter that hung on the wall. People would go up to it and light their cigarettes, cigars, among other things. It simply zapped whatever you put into it. The young, cartoon-ish inventor, in a top hat, looked to “the camera” and said, “Hey! I’ll call it the auto-lighting lighter -- the auto-lighting-er -- the Auto-Lighter!” Poor people of the proletariat (scruffy lookin’ dudes with grey clothes) would enter businesses solely for the use of the Auto-Lighters, and this caused some civil strife.
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[Notes]: - Used WBTB. The dream came in fairly late after I fell asleep. - For the longest time I was trying to WILD, but I gave up. I'll have to ask about that! - Had my first lucid FA! - I also had a DEILD!? I guess! - I'd been working on observing HI for a while that day, as well as the night before. - I'm changing my format to one I've seen around a lot. Lucid Non-Lucid Non-Dream [Enter dream:] So I walk into the new MPC room, and there's practically twenty-five people. Almost all of them are black, except for AI. I look around, and in anarchy people are kinda running around and showing music and stuff. I realize I'm late. TQ (who had a different name in the dream) was showing his newest trap beat to everyone, and it sounded pretty good. People were bopping to him, and he was doing great. My old chem teacher held me up as I did the Hotline Bling dance Anyway, I eventually got up in front of the club awkwardly. I apologized for being late and said, "I always say welcome to my clubs," as I wrote on this neon blackboard. I wrote "Welcome" in chickenscratch and then some other gibberish about what we were going to do, then realized it was kinda illegible. I picked it up and showed it to a girl in front and said, "Is any of that remotely legible?" And she shook her head. I started to write *more* legibly on the real whiteboard, but I realized I was just wasting everyone's time with it, so I just turned around and started asking people what they do. I asked AI what he does (for some reason I associated him with an avatar of a cartoon eagle), and he cockily replied with some crazy technological thing. He had some contraption that was put together with a button on it... sounded like crap if I remember right. Then, there was this other kid who wanted to go. I asked him what he did, but he kinda had a hard time explaining. He played it. It was a video, but apparently he had overdubbed the speech or something. The bell rang and the club ended. There was something about going to my old middle school, and meeting siblings of my friends. The dream fragments. I'm out on the wall in my yard. There's this scrawny little pine tree on the middle of the hill that's not usually there. I go over to it, and then I hear something. I look over, and this little doe is charging me from the west side by the creek. I see it and it comes to me at full speed. It gets close and I freak out and crawl up the little tree. Halfway up, I recognize the nightmare feeling, and I fully realize that I'm dreaming. Just to make sure, I look at my hands, and of course I have six fingers on each hand. I suddenly wake up from excitement. At this moment, I immediately tried to fall back into the dream. Guess what? It worked! I'm standing next to the same pine tree. I look around, not lucid yet, and see something under my porch. Something big. It's a moose this time, with a full set of antlers. The fear sets in, and it begins to run for me. At this moment, I recognize the fear, and become aware. It was an achievement to finally be able to dive back into a dream. Call it a DEILD! The moose stands there, and I look at my palms. Again, I've got some odd number of fingers. Suddenly, I wake up in my room. I turn on the light and look at my hands. TWELVE FINGERS!!! I suddenly realize that I just had my first false awakening. I continue to look at my hands as to stabilize the dream, but it barely works. I see my dog chilling out in front of my bed, looking at me. "Oh, hey, it's a dream character!" I thought. I remembered one of my long-time goals of asking for a joke, and did so. Then I just started hearing my own joke from my own head. It clearly wasn't a subconscious thought. I woke up and felt relieved. This lucid was the best one I've had in months, and it's great to finally get back in the groove.
[Notes]: - This is pre-WBTB dream material. I used the alarm to wake up at 5:30, with lights out at 11:30. I had already slept a ton that day on a road trip. [Enter Dream] I walk into this expansive, underground, concrete bunker. It's rather plain, but fairly clean and uncluttered. I make my way through this massive corridor to the lowest point, where I find the rest of my new gym class. This class is huge, and the majority of students are kinda unfamiliar. Then, I see Mr. Parker at the bottom of the stairs, standing in front of this garage door about 20 feet away. He throws up a hand signal and nearly everyone in front of me proceeds to go through this martial-arts-like series of motions and chants. He tells us about our new gym class and how newbies will have to learn to get along. We all kinda get dismissed, and wander around this expansive bunker. I find myself at the locker room (the real one, I think) and I remembered what I'd learned the other day about "sticking points" on combination locks. I decide I'll try it out on a random lock, so I pick one that apparently was pretty close to EK's. I mess with it for a little while and I got it! It was really easy. I think I tried again on some other locks. Some were new and hard to feel, but others were old and well-worn, making them very easy to work with. I'm sitting at this concrete lunch area, at the same table as AS. He's wearing a ton of bags: a dufflebag, rucksack, backpack, and more. He tells us in his normal fashion: "So I've got a proposition: I have a bag, with a lock. In that bag, there is some sjein, some Mary Jane." He also mentioned something about having to open the lock to get to it. I knew I had to be the one to open the lock, but I really wanted to do something drastic to that weed. I imagined myself running off to the river with it and lobbing it in. [Alarm clock...]
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