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Dark Souls-ish Dream - The Lost Gun

Genre: Dark Fantasy

Legnth: Medium

Lucid Non-Lucid


I am standing in a large central hub of a dark, twisted world. This hub is essentially a gorgeous train station, however it is ancient and crumbling. Vendors of all sorts of goods are set up throughout the train station, and other "players" are scattered around, talking to each other. I stand in front of a bandaged vendor, and from what little skin shows I can tell that he has been horribly burned at some point in his life. He has just improved my favorite gun. A gorgeous, ivory-plated six-shooter, with an extended barrel and runic carvings throughout. Its a classic pistol, flint-lock and like something out of the revolutionary war. I really don't know anything about guns, but somehow I knew plenty in this dream...

I have just spent tons of this universes currency on him improving it, and I am excited to try it out. A "player" - someone that I know is another adventurer and survivor like me - comes to the same vendor, smiling. She has white hair, a reoccuring theme three nights in a row for me. I smile back, and put my gun on the table to pay the vendor. He thanks me for the business in a gravelly, damaged voice, and I reach down for my gun to go test it out.

Its gone.

Looking around, I see the white haired woman making her way quickly out of the Station, pushing past players and looking about anxiously. That bitch just stole my beloved gun!

I run back and buy another, totally un-upgraded pistol in haste. It will have to do. I holster it next to my musketeer sword, my other weapon, and chase after her. She sees me hot on her tail, and breaks into a run, choosing to go the way of the sewers. As I run after her through the muck - phantoms materialize out of no where in the shape of british red-coat sailors. I fence with them quickly, knocking one blade aside, and putting a few bullets into his back. I leave the other one and run after the thief once more.

I finally catch sight of her as I reach the end of the sewer. Many more red-coats have formed behind me, but I pay them no mind. She enters a door that looks very much like an old schoolhouse door, and I crash in after her.

The Schoolhouse and Skrillex

As I crash into the door, I find myself in a gutted school room, also looking dusty and ancient. My girlfriend is asleep on one of the beds, and I actually notice that it seems to be more of an infirmary than anything, though I know she isn't sick. I forget my quest for the gun instantly, and I lay down to go to sleep. Before I can, there is a knock on the door, and a girl I recognize from my college campus asks if her and her friend can come sleep because of some strange situation I can't remember. My girlfriend shrugs so I say yes, and she proceeds to bring about thirty people into our room.

So much for one friend?

One of the kids begins to play a Skrillex song (a dubstep music artist), and I tell him that I have some nice speakers in my room (which I do). I take his iPod and then realize that the remix of the Skrillex song doesn't actually exist... Wait... Is this a dream? I think to myself, as my alarm goes off.

Phew! That dream was a doozie, and I was ALMOST LUCID! Gahhh. I think I was way too tired to lucid dream though, as I was already starting to fall asleep at 9PM and ended up finally going to bed at 1:30AM

More to come tomorrow!

I dreamed I was playing an Elder Scrolls game, but it was weird because it looked like it was running on Skyrim's engine but it wasn't Skyrim. The landscape was more of a sub-tropical landscape, and the building designs were a lot different. The graphics were actually better in some ways, though. I was going through a forest city and there was a brown building with 2 levels and a peaked roof, made out of wood surrounded by vegetation, it looked more Bosmer-y than anything...

Then I was working on some 3-d modeling, I was modding the game, trying to adjust the sizes and proportions of some of the models without screwing up the animations or having it do weird stuff in the engine.

Then the dream shifted, and I was inside of one of the brown buildings, only the inside looked like a department store, and I was basically window-shopping. I was on the second floor (decorating stuff, bed linens, etc), thinking about heading into the basement to look at furniture. I was trying to get ideas for bedding, towels, interior decorating... etc., going through different designs and fabrics for duvet covers and towels, and unable to decide if I ought to go with blue, green, purple, or a warmer color... I liked some of the floral patterns, some of the others were tacky. I thought about taking pictures of them with my phone so I could think about it later, but figured that by the time I had money to buy anything, the store would have already changed their inventory.

I'm not usually one to sing around people, at least not on my own, so when I found myself in the middle of a 7-11 singing along with the overhead music I became lucid. It's not uncommon for me to have music in my dream or sing inside my mind while in the grocery store but this is a new treat for me in a lucid dream and I go with it.

The song I'm singing is All-Star by Smash Mouth, not my first choice for a musical number but apparently easy to remember. As I begin singing I start walking around the aisle, checking out my control and it occurs to me that I should make the most of this neat scene. I have always wanted a musical number in my dream and now I have one.

As I finish the first stanza I slightly raise my arms and the dozen-plus people in the store all stop in place, shopping baskets in hand, and begin singing the chorus. It sounds really cool and I'm totally digging on making this happen.

"All that glitters is goooolllddd! Only shootings stars break the mold!"

I continue singing and I'm even impressed I can recall the words so easily. the novelty of singing in a dream isn't wearing off though I find I'm not so keen on my voice as the solo participant. Still, I keep singing as I slowly walk among the stock-still shoppers.

"It's a cold place, and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now, wait 'til you get older
But the media-men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture."

"The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire, how 'bout yours?
That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored."

And again the people erupt into song and I'm thankful to blend in with the harmony.

"Hey now, you're a rock-star
Get the show on, get paid..."

I don't know any of these people but it's funny watching them standing there like an awkward music video.

"All that glitters is gooolllddd!"

As they sing this part they raise their arms in the air and wiggle their fingers for emphasis. I can't help but smile. :)

"Only shooting stars break the mo-o-ollld!"

The song ends and I'm slightly glad the pressure is off. My throat feels dry and scratchy and I wake up, still smiling and feeling happy.

I'm an All-Star! :D

My memory of the dream starts from the point where I'm walking down a street in my neighbourhood and I notice some people yelling near the block my house is on. I come closer and I see 3 guys wearing skimasks running around, I think they were trying to steal something from one of the nearby shops when probably they were noticed. Not especially odd, since they were stealing literally in broad daylight.

Apparently my little sister, and I believe one of my older sisters, are with me and one of the criminals managed to get his hand on my little sister to use as hostage. He held a gun to her and threatened to shoot her if anyone would try to get near them. As soon as I saw a gun pointed at my defenseless sister as she was being used by those pieces of scum, I felt some kind of fearless strength suddenly rising within me extremely fast and I knew I was going to save her no matter what.

There were three guys, one was holding my sister and the other two were frantically running around him. I spotted an opening when the guy holding my sister aimed his gun at someone else and I ran for him, knocked him over and ran away with my sister running on front of me, so I could take any shots aimed at her with my body. All three of them start shooting at us, and as we were almost around the corner of the builings one bullet grazed her arm and I took a bullet to my back and my left arm.

We escaped the robbers, or whatever criminals they were, and now we were in a room much like my bedroom. My sister is lying down and she is happy I saved her. I am standing and I just can't seem to shake the feeling that even though we made it, she got hurt in the process, and that I should have prevented it. I know we're in a house where my parents and other sisters are as well and decide to go out of the room to do something, I don't know exactly what. At this point my memory of the dream stops.

I woke up shortly after this dream and it left me feeling a bit sad for about 10 seconds or so, which is extremely long for me. I guess this dream did a number on me

I'm in a home, exploring different rooms and levels, the home is a mansion, I find a bathroom but it's also a staircase, I try to go to the bathroom on the stairs, which are also a toilet, I'm exposed, anyone could come by....

I'm in a restaurant or some kind of public space, I'm in conflict with a woman, she's being aggressive, physical, she's behind the order counter and has rocks in her hands and I think she's going to throw them at me, I'm down on the ground at some point, she's a brunette...

We're outside now, I say something to her that I think will have an impact on her, make her realize how she's behaving and that's it not ok, I'm criticizing her but I think she understands that it's for her own good...we're sitting on the ground outside of the restaurant, she has light red hair now, it's thin and tied back in a small bun, I look at my reflection in the glass of the doors beside us, my hair looks like it has been done, I look pretty, I ask her how old she is, she smirks and says "2004"...I take this to mean she graduated in 2004 and calculate that she is 27 years old. She says she knows "Charles" and "Joseph" ....but Joseph doesn't like her....

I'm with my dad in Edmonton, I have to get home, Im trying to figure out if he'll drive me back to Vancouver, he says he can only take me so far but we can't go tonight if my mom can't pick me up, I imagine I can take a cab where he drops me off from and tell him it's ok.

Seeing some patterns - I've dreamt about going to the washroom before, in weird locations, where I'm exposed. Also the dream about my dad, being in Edmonton and wanting to get back home, needing to get back home, not knowing how I'll get back or if I have enough money, seems to be a theme.

I'm pretty sure the restaurant scenario with the woman has something to do with my mom.

- The first dream I had was rather morbid. I was at some family member's residence, and they got into an argument about nursing homes. After I butted in to the conversation, the wive went and told me that when you're dying of natural causes in a nursing home, that you feel this brief moment of incredible pain before you pass. Ouch.

- The next dream was considerably happier. I was on the set of the new Star Trek movie, even though the cast was replaced by completely different people. We shot a couple scenes, and after that we sat down at one of the tables and played poker, joking around at one of the guys (the comic relief in the movie) because he made a comment saying "Yeah, I've seen it like once..." when talking about one of his own movies. We pointed to a extra sitting at a desk saying "See him, he wasn't on set, we just added him in post-production. The game quickly dissolved into a rock-paper-scissors contest. The first time everyone at the table picked scissors. Next time everyone put down something weird, one person put down a house, one put down a steamoller, etc. I put down paper and won.

I'm in my bed when I just realize that I'm dreaming. So I shake off the slight paralysis I have when I start LDing and fly out through the window over my bed. It's night, and the surroundings are slightly familiar, but different. I fly around for a bit till I get to a cousins house (different house in the dream) I have trouble getting through the window(possibly because of the blinds) but get in. I see three of the daughters and 2 sons. K is playing on the piano, and I join her. Others are arguing.

I get bored and leave, again having trouble with the blinds. I fly outside (Now it's day) from house to house, peaking in. I just wander for a bit, then decide there's nothing here. I go faster and higher, flying over a dessert, until I see los vegas. As I near, I lose lucidity and I can't remember what happened after.

Total sleep time: 5 hrs

Dream1: I am in a town of my past (DS), in a slightly different version of a familiar department store. I am checking out some great looking pink- purple T-shirts and am really amazed that they are so cheap too. "I really should come back to shop here more often", I say to myself. I spend some time strolling around the main street of that town, it feels really nice.

Fragment2: I vaguely remember seeing Sylvester Stallone in my home town?

~75 mg 5-htp
1 mg melatonin
You're back in high school again. Louis C.K. is doing a show in the auditorium. After the show you go down to the theater department to use the bathroom. When you come out of the bathroom J is there and you give her a hug and talk about something. This is a pretty murky dream. At some point you are alone in the hallway and Louis comes to use the bathroom. You have a conversation. LAter on you're still in the hallway in the theater department and for some reason there are a bunch of people sitting around with their parents doing something. Your dad is there. Later still you're in a class being taught by Louis and he gets really pissed when you talk to much with A, who is at your school for some reason. At some point you're doing some kind of physics lab that involves kids in the class sliding down the long railing in the theater department. And that's it. A pretty fuzzy dream, all in all.

Throwing Rice to birds, who wouldn't eat it....
Telescopes something, a dance, ***PRIVATE***

i was very drunk last night so my memory is shot i just have a small flash back of my dream because i was lucid

being drunk made me wake up numerous times through the night most likely allowing my lucid through WBTB and DILD

like i say i have very limited memory of the start or end of the dream but i do remember a small part, the dream wasnt pleasant and i remember i was walking in the middle of a large dusty open area and i saw huge crowds of people, there was 1 road running beside me with big metal girders alongside ( the type you get to stop cars veering off the road ect. ) suddenly the crowd of people were running in all directions and i wasnt sure what was happening as i got closer i saw all the men chasing the women and dragging and hurting them in any way they could, they were cutting them and burning them and then chucking them in a huge cage like a trailer cage attached to a wagon.
im not sure how the DILD kicked in but somewhere around that point i realised i was dreaming and that i was also naked ( i dont know why ) so i used my normal method of basically calling out what i wanted and i put my hand out and asked for some shorts to put on but instead of just getting the shorts as i usually would a huge part of the metal girder beside the road ripped off in front of my hand and started to bend over and over flattening itself into a pair of shorts it was strange and the shorts felt like normal material i then turned my attention to the huge groups of men doing awful things and i ran over and took a huge swing at 1 and hit him clean in the nose but it didnt do a thing to him at all and all the men seemed to stop turn to me and start running toward me .. i assumed i was in control of the dream but i couldnt stop them running towards me so i thought back to how i got my shorts and i held my hand out and like a magic wand i just started throwing several people in the air like rag dolls and i just kept going untill they were all flattened on the ground. i then pointed to the cage and tore the sides off of it and all the women ran away.

i forget the rest but never the less another confirmed lucid

Dream recall from today's nap.

I was at home, and i decided to do some WILD attempts, the room looked completely different but i didn't noticed. For some reason i was trying to do WILD in the uncomfortable corner of the bed, i noticed that and moved to the better position.
Then dream skipped and i was going through some greyish town ruins and there were some zombies that i was shooting.
After a while i was back at home and i was playing some abstract shmup. It was in the space and there were energy platforms floating around, enemy was attacking with spaceships and there were also tanks at the platforms. And out of everything that shmup was using Hellsinker OST for the music. I got through a couple of levels, each of which was ending with an boss fight versus some big abstract spaceship.
But after i have done that game suddenly not just switched to the first person, but i was actually in the game. I was walking down an spiral set of the dark red spiral stairs, descending into the darkness. It was deep underground. Soon i have reached some kind of island, floating in the middle of the darkness. At the island there were ruins of the castle and a few more buildings. I crossed the bridge, and music started playing. As music was catching on, glowing white dragon flew out of the darkness and stopped above the island. Shortly dragon became darker and he started talking about something(can't recall what), shortly i recalled one of my dream goals and realized that i am dreaming, but before i could do anything, some force started attracted us together, and everything went pitch black. I feel weird sensation, like my body was changing in some way or getting fused with, but shortly everything stopped.
I woke up but the room looks different so i am still dreaming, i get up and rub hands but dream fades out again.
I wake up once again and it's daytime, i look at my hands, 5 fingers on the right, 3 fingers on the left, then suddenly back to 5 on the left. Balcony door was blocked by some garbage, so i decide to do small trick with the window nearby. I go backwards through it while expecting it to disappear and as i start falling backwards i notice that window is not there anymore. I feel the wings and fly around while randomly shouting commands for transformation and doing visualization(And completely forgetting how to do it properly ), i get my hands to slightly change, but once i look back at them they change back. I even try visualizing that dragon from before but no dice. After a while dream fades out and i wake up properly.

To bed around 11:15

5:45 Dream about looking for Alzheimer's cure.
6:45 dream included friend request on DV

[COLOR="#800080"]I was somewhere in my room when suddenly I did a rc And I could breath ..Then I dont really remember much anything but I wanted to eat And i ate chocolate with oranges and some chips it was delicious!I thought about why not going to Mcdonalds?And i gone to MCdonalds and still couldnt get the Happy Meal one! Doesnt matter how much I tried ,I couldnt get a happy meal! Ok in my dream I also thought about much things and I closed my eyes and thought about it and pretty much times it appeared but the first time I wanted some SNSD girl appear but It was only a child! I didnt looked in the mirror because I was scared Ok,So there was a nice weather one time in my dream Which i really liked! And I closed my eyes and thought about it and bam! There it appears...I was running happily people was watching me as I was running thinking :Omg this girl is crazy whats wrong with her? Oh and i also told my mom in my dream this: Mom,Im dreaming! and she smiled..Well..Its kinda weird ..I have butterflies in my stomach now writing these words..I remember i was running(another run) for a marathon..Lol..I remember kissing someone IDK who..And I think i know how this dream started..I slept at 00:00 and i woke up at 6:00 spontaneous..And i was thinking about lucid dreaming then I went back to sleep and this is how it started..I hope ill get one again too..Yay![/COLOR]

Morning of April 21, 2013. Sunday.



It seems my non-lucid dreams recently are in a trend where they play out like a “cry wolf” scenario. My volcano dream reported last is a good example (which utilized transformations of one feature into another) and there was even an additional humorous implied “cry wolf” plot twist where the actual (potentially dangerous) mudslide could have been the rock tumbler breaking, but no one responded (although there was no negativity or fear).

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In this new dream, I am with friends from different time periods, including school days (possibly because I now interact with them somewhat in a limited way on Facebook).

We are climbing a fairly steep hill, but I do not have any difficulty in doing so. However, I do have concern about how high I am relative to stable standing areas (wondering about the nature of their solidity and possible eroded areas). I also feel that I am getting into better shape (and losing a bit of weight to increase my life span) by doing this.

As we climb fairly high (with no equipment) near a lesser-used park area, I notice a human hand and partial arm sticking out from the ground near some tree roots about ten feet above us, on the diagonal slant to the north. Even though it has probably been there at least several years, it is neither bony nor decayed in any way.

I rapidly descend the steep hill with little effort and go off to a park station to call out about “human remains” (in almost the same way I waved and shouted “volcano”, followed later by “mudslide”, in one of my last dreams). They had not been found for some time, I guess, because that is an area that is not used as much by the public.

When I get back (via easier access from another area to the east, where there is a steep road that can be reached by jeep), my friends had uncovered the rest of the “human remains”, which turn out to be a mannequin in fairly new condition. (However, in my dream, the park ranger refers to it as a “doll-man” instead of a mannequin.)

Taking a closer look at this one again, and the elevated hillside setting (meaning closer to conscious self identity), the “human remains” which turned out to be a mannequin could be a distorted subliminal conscious awareness of my real physical body (as dolls and mannequins typically represent the inactive conscious self in real time).

The usual precognitive element was to a lesser degree in this dream. I had today noted that my oldest daughter’s newer report included the artist John Dollman (late 1800s), and there was also a doll in the reviewed painting. It was about the unknown dangers and concerns of immigration and travel.