MeiSEKAI

Didn't have time to upload yesterday as I was busy with friends and schoolwork, not to mention this entry is ginormous! Got some things to explain before getting started:

1) 1PV/3PV = First Person/Third Person.
2) NEO = Non-Existent Observer. I've mentioned it in a few other entries but it's particularly important in this one, so I'll explain it. In most if not all dreams I'm not a part of, it's present. What it is, is essentially thoughts in the back of my mind that I'm not consciously aware of (at the time). (Like making internal comments while watching a movie.) They happen almost constantly, so it would be pointless to narrate them all, but they heavily influence the dream scene, and in the last dream logged here, those influences are important!
3) Watched How to Train Your Dragon 3 on Saturday and got my dragons back


Dream #1 (Non-Lucid):
S was complaining about China and how they treated their citizens. Said they were stupid for going against their word and cultivating more edible food in 2020, that in the long run it would have been better to prioritize profit instead.

I brought up the pandemic and food shortages and they essentially said, "They should have just let everyone die."

"Uh… okay." I couldn't believe they were acting so self-righteous even while saying things like that. I was sure nothing I said would get through to them.

We were in a Japanese-style house and there were various fruits hanging from the ceiling in bunches. I wanted raspberries, but bees were hovering around them. S wasn't scared and picked them all for themselves, so I got stuck with these little duck fruits instead.

(Fragment: Later we were on a mission and transformed into two brothers.)

Woke up at 2:30-ish and WBTB.


Dream #2 (Non-Lucid):
(1PV) I was in a library, on the run from something. I checked out a children's book about dragons eating honey and regurgitating it for their queen. On the same table were chocolate eggs, one with a coating of dark chocolate and a filling of milk chocolate, the other the reverse. Z was gobbling up the former and there was so much drool, it was disgusting.

A girl with long black hair and a yandere vibe came over to us, and I became half myself, half some guy. Someone gave her chocolate glasses with no lenses, (3PV) and the dream turned manga style. Two panels of the guy kissing the girl filled the screen. Except he wasn't kissing her out of love—it was to pacify her, out of fear she would lash out.

It backfired. The dream style returned to normal and she grabbed him, dragging him away. He clawed at the wall until his nails bled, but it was no use. She grew tendrils out of her back and wrapped him up like a python.

My dad encouraged him to "remember the number," false memory or not, I don't know. The girl was casting a spell and during it said "yon" (four), but the kanji that appeared on the screen showed something else. At least the guy thought it did… I separated from him for a moment and as the NEO thought, I would totally die here, if it were me.

He decided on "shichi" (seven), hoping the correct number would cancel out the spell and exorcise her, but before he could voice the second syllable, he was frozen in place. (1PV) A tendril wrapped over his mouth so he could not speak. We both thought, Guess it wasn't that, then.

———

I abruptly woke at 4:30, and for two seconds could not move. I wondered if I'd be frozen until he "won," trying to figure out how I should make that happen, but then it went away. Guess it was sleep paralysis. Wrote down notes and WBTB.

(P.S., I find it fitting how the first syllable of "shichi" is "shi," which is another way of saying four and death )

———

Dream #3 (Fragment, Non-Lucid):
Tons of village people were killed. A little boy was sad about it, but their spirits came down from the sky, two of which were his parents. They gave him an amulet and said if he brought it to a certain person, they could all be revived.

"Really?" he asked. "That's allowed? It's that simple?"

"Of course! Our deaths were unfair, after all."

Then there was something about hypnosis and a girl with short black hair. (Can't read my notes.)

Woke at 6:15 from alarm and WBTB.


Dream #4 (Non-Lucid):
The rooms on the upper floor of my house had become self-help rooms. A young boy was filling out a sign-up form for one of them and had to choose which languages he was proficient in. He chose English and "Barcelona," but felt a little ashamed choosing the latter since he could only speak and listen, not read and write.

He went into the bathroom, the Suicidal Self-Help Room, and disappeared from the dream. There were two men in there, and another guy creaked open the door, peering in at them. He asked, "Do you want to die?"

"Yes," they responded.

"Then, if you have come here despite wanting to die, and make it to the end of this journey, I trust you will come out stronger."

He held out his hand and they took it. Next thing I remember is them doing side steps on top of chairs—one guy was nervous but got the hang of it eventually... so I guess the "journey" was just exercising.

Then I was in my room, except I was a really tall, really wide black lady, and I had zero control over "my" own actions. I think it was the Immigration Self-Help Room, and there was a Hispanic lady of similar size in there. I kept talking to her in an exaggerated accent that mimicked her own, all the while thinking to myself, Why?! Why are you doing this? It's not like it'll be easier for her to understand!

Thoughts I couldn't control responded, But she speaks that way herself.

So? She hears normal English every day, what you're doing is way more confusing! (I was also wondering to myself when my appearance would return to normal.)

In the end I only managed to lessen the accent slightly, and the Hispanic lady understandably stormed out of the room. A minute later, she came back in, glaring at me.

"W-What?" "I" stammered.

She started yelling at me in Spanish, and I tried to explain that I couldn't speak it well enough to communicate, and then we both got confused as to why I was in that room in the first place. But she shrugged it off and continued, saying (in Spanish) that we're supposed to be on the same team and she doesn't need prejudice from me, too.

It broke me down and I started crying, hugging her and apologizing. She hugged me back–I vividly felt her warmth–and told me to go to the Suicidal Self-Help Room (aka the bathroom).

I did, and when I looked in the mirror I was my regular self (albeit naked), and had regained control over my actions. Tears were streaked down my cheeks, so I wiped them away with toilet paper. Then I realized I really needed to poop, so I plopped down on the toilet, but pee came out instead.

Of course, this was not only the bathroom but the Suicidal Self-Help Room, so the guy from before creaked open the door and peeked in. There was also a white-haired man standing in the corner.

"Do you want to die?" he asked, as per routine.

I was still peeing and felt a little self-conscious about being naked, but I took his hand anyway and said yes.

"Then, if you have come here despite wanting to die, and make it to the end of-"

I interrupted him, exploding with laughter. The whole time he was talking I was still peeing, and it was hilarious hearing him speak so dramatically over the sound of it. "It's funny 'cause I'm peeing!"

"Don't underestimate us," he warned, but he was smiling. The white-haired man laughed as well.

"Why is it going on so long?" I exclaimed, and as it trickled to a stop, I woke up at 7:20.

———

That is one of the weirdest dreams I've ever had, and not just because of the naked peeing part. I don't think I've ever had a dream where I was unable to control myself, no matter how hard I tried. It wasn't too unpleasant, but it was definitely strange.

Wrote it down and went back to sleep, attempting WILD as usual.

———

Dream #5 (Lucid?):
The time period was the 1800s, and some guy was taking J and I around town. I think we were his servants or something similar. He kept trying to take a picture of us but wouldn't stop yelling. I told him to stop because each time he did I tensed up and ground my teeth, and I was worried they would break.

After a particularly loud yell I heard a crack, but luckily I had Invisalign on, so it was pieces of that that fell out of my mouth instead of teeth. Still, I was distressed, and cried out, "See what you did?"

J and I left him and went to a shop. I asked the store owner if it could somehow be fixed, but I don't remember his answer and I doubted it, considering the time period.

Some stuff happened and we ended up in a library, searching for glasses on the floor because my vision was blurry and we were too poor to buy a pair. At one point J said to me, "Yeah, you seriously need glasses."

"Not really… if I'm driving, maybe."

We ended up finding a ton, including a "time-travel" pair, particularly under the bookcases. I found it weird, but people were giving us dirty looks so we went outside to try them on. K was next to us being annoying, and I worried she would steal them.

I put on a very tight black pair; each frame was shaped like the Eiffel Tower, and one of the lenses was blurry. I took them off with some difficulty and thought, "These are for skinny-faced people."

I turned back to K and found she had stuffed all the rest in her bag. "Hey!" I shouted, snatching two of the red ones (one of which was the time-traveling pair). She threw a fit, waving her fists in the air and howling like a child.

"You can keep the others, okay?" I yelled, but that made her even angrier. She transformed into a dragon that resembled Toothless, curled into a ball, and covered her face with one wing. You could hear her sobbing underneath.

I started to walk away, but decided it wasn't a good idea to destroy this friendship. I gently touched her wing and said, "Aw, c'mon, don't cry… don't be like Hiccup." (Wrapped up in Toothless's wings.)

She didn't stop, but seemed slightly placated, so J and I left to a train. Except, I have a random memory of being in front of my house and Kagome's mom coming out. We had a short conversation, and next thing I knew J and I were gone from the dream.

Back to the train, Kagome and her mom were running from two different directions to jump on, nearly falling into a pit in the process. Inuyasha grabbed them both and lifted Kagome to safety, keeping the mom held over the pit until Kagome told him who it was. And then all three of them disappeared from the dream as well.

(3PV) I don't remember the events leading up to it, but there was total chaos on the train. Acidic green goo was pouring through the roof, melting everything and everyone in its path. People were screaming and running around and jumping under the train and into glowing red holes, killing themselves to escape.

The main character was a man in a bomber jacket. He went down a short flight of stairs, where the green goo wouldn't reach, due to the captives being held there. It was a small room, and in it were two cages. Each of them held a deformed mass of bloody flesh in the shape of a baby. They crawled around as much as they could, pieces of their body rubbing off and trailing behind them.

They may have been Kagome and Inuyasha, and were rumored to "occasionally have real conversations." (That was not remarkable because they looked like babies, but because the people in this world did not have conversations of any depth in general.) At first they were just apologizing to each other in raspy voices, but soon began to say things like, "We'll never be fixed/let out" and "We should have done it slower."

They were a hideous sight to behold, and two people who had followed MC down were freaking out. MC himself was on the verge of a breakdown, but as the NEO, I thought, No, I don't want my guy to freak out… I don't want him to kill himself. That would be too anti-climactic.

That thought must have influenced him, because for a while he just stared blankly at the babies. But then out of the blue, he became lucid!

"It's okay, guys!" he assured the two people wailing beside him. "This is just a dream!"

Ah, he's right, I vaguely thought, as NEO.

They didn't pay attention to him, and one tried to approach the cages. He grabbed her by the collar and dragged both of them back up to the main train. (1PV) He looked at the doors and forced them open with his mind, then jumped out and flew into the sky, thinking ecstatically, This is a dream! I'm free! I'm free!

He landed on a lamp post and looked out at the station, grinning widely. But then someone snapped a picture of him, and it filled the screen. He was alarmed. Even though he hadn't freaked out on the train, the events had still traumatized him, and the last thing he wanted was to cause a scene. He climbed down from the pole and lost lucidity.

Suddenly he realized he could not remember his name, or who he was, or where he worked. A police officer was standing on the platform, and MC rushed to him, begging for help.

The P.O. turned to him and smiled tenderly. "Glen."

The train pulled into the station. P.O. pulled Glen inside, and was bombarded with questions as they headed to the back seats. "You know my name? Do you know me? Can you help me?"

They sat down, and the P.O. handed him a small green key, presumably a house key. "Of course I remember your name, Glen. I'm on the right side of God." He said it with humor, almost sarcasm. "Now stop messing around."

"What about my work? Do you know my work?"

P.O. hesitated. Both Glen and I as the NEO could tell he was coming up blank.

Glen laughed and leaned closer. "You don't even know that? Are you really on the right side of God?"

P.O. frowned. "Glen, stop. You're going to tip off the 315 out of 415 Orthodox religious people in this small town." (Statistics filled the screen and NEO me thought, Oddly specific numbers, and, They're awfully close–they must be gay or dating. Too bad for them that it's the 1800s.) "You need to be quiet… well, I guess I could be quieter, too."

He sighed and sunk back into his chair. Glen leaned even closer and continued happily talking with him. Even though I was not him (unlike the second or fourth dream), it was in first person, and I could vividly feel the sensation of his hand on his cheek. I could feel his smiling mouth, the creasing of his eyes, even his affection for the P.O. It was strange, experiencing someone else's emotions like that.

———

Woke up at 9:25. Believe it or not, I actually forgot huge chunks of this dream. Couldn't remember the first part for a good five minutes.

I just don't understand how I could watch someone become lucid and not become lucid myself. I suppose I was in the back of my mind, but that doesn't count. As the non-existent observer, I have no idea that I am thinking anything at all.

So, regarding scoring… does it count as lucidity if I didn't realize my own existence? Neither Glen nor I were aware of who the dreamer was, nor did we remember the competition tasks. It was a surface-level lucidity in which he only knew his surroundings weren't real and he could do whatever he wanted. I'm logging it in my LD count because it didn't feel like role-playing (edit: changed my mind after saizaphod comment), but I understand how it could be a gray area.

If it does count, do his actions (telekinesis, flying) as well? Could it even be considered my personal goal, making a dream character lucid?! I need help

Points:
WBTB - 2 points
Remember a Non-Lucid Fragment - ½
Remember a Full Non-Lucid Dream (x3) - 3 points
Dragons Theme - 5 points
DILD - TBD
Interact with dream character - TBD
Telekinesis - TBD
Flying - TBD
Tonight's sum: 10.5 points
Previous sum: 114.5 points
Comp total: 125 points