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DREAM NONDREAM LUCID

So I just took a nap and figured I tell you guys about this short lucid I had. It was weird because I don't normally start dreams in my bed, but somehow I started the dream in bed, messing with my phone. All of a sudden I decide I need more screen space, so I stretch my phone out. I then think to myself, "Ok, now I need to install avast! antivirus." So I run the installer for skype, and it launches the installer for what kind of looks like avast, but with different instal prompts. I mindlessly click through them, stretching the screen more and draging the window up so I have more room. I then get prompted for a password from the program. The prompt looked like this:

USERNAME:WhyAdamTheAdmin?

PASSWORD:

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So I put in the password because as a smart ass response, and it went to a screen saying my key for avast! was sent to my email with my email I normally use in the box. I the, at this point had stretched my phone into a laptop, when I noticed something was off about this whole stretching thing. I morphed this laptop into a phone and plugged my nose to check if I was dreaming. I was, so I got up out of bed and decided to turn the world slow motion. I focused until I made a digital clock face appear infront of my with the time 69:64. Then everything was in slowmotion. So I zapped a lightning bolt at my cat and hit her in the butt then ran in slowmotion to my front door. My mom walked over as if to send me off to school. She said to me, "Well son, I know that... Go off to school, he's nothing to worry about. ANd WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" I nodded and ran out the door and procedded to think of what to do next, but the dream faded.

im in a class room it dark and were watching the movie limitless this girl i used to know lean down real close to my face and says i love this movie.i say i own it then i watch the tv, images are randomly changing on the screen.

Hardly anything to get down from last night, but you gotta have perseverance.

I remember being in a factory of sorts. The floor might have been an off-white marble, a solid sheet, no tiles. There was a small man that was geared up like a high-tech blacksmith... a lot like the Dwarven blacksmiths I used to see in Dungeons & Dragons books. (Fun times as a kid). We were making a product that we planned on selling, and inspecting the inner workings of it. The inside was supposed to be filled with complex electronics. It looked like a bunch of bizarre incomprehensible mechanical workings, with no green PCB or circuit leads or microchips, or anything else that looked like electronics from this world. I remember shiny metallic orange gears and blocks with tumbling rows of needle-like projections. The dwarf was explaining to me how these components worked, I think. Maybe not.

im in a group of peaple and we are all sopost to get married but we married the wronge peaple. so we could throw the peaple chasing us off were cornerd by them and theirs no were ealse to go so the girl there told the guy to call is actual girl he was sopost to marry so she could tell them were she is so the bad guy would go after them she aswers the phone and said somthing like she selling hot dogs with her dad and might be going to college the guy keeps asking questions beacuse he thinking she cant be happy without me.the bad guys are closing in.

im in this ware house and im a kiddnapped kid im special or somthing and ther bad guy infected so im throwing blood around then there this body on the ground have of its gods son and the top have is the devils son the devile part is burned black and gods son part is just brown beacuse of karma or somthing im putting a rubber band around the torso somone died or is going to die im a little freak out

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I was walking home from a movie or something i cant remember with my fiend who i dont see anymore and my brother. we were making our way across the street when i realized that my friend was limping. he said it was because he had sprained it recently longboarding, although I had just done the same not long ago IRL. anyways we get to this convience store that is connected to a gas station. i remember that IRL I have about 7$ in change in the pants that i am wearing in this dream so we head to the store. I offer my friends to get whatever they like but I only have 7$, of course they both choose items that cost around 5$ each and I cant afford it. One of the items is a reece bar that I used to get at the dollar store, I could afford this so the cashier took ouyt one that was already unwrapped and split into three quraters and offered it too me. This was weird but I ended up taking the bar and it acutally tasted quite good. In the store though I had forgotten the luggage I had brought inside with me. It was one that you could pull on wheels. I didnt realize this till we left and i ran back to get it. Inside I was distracted by some kid who was buying candy as well and for some reason left again without my luggage. I walked down the street to a fast food restraunt I think was mc donalds and there I realize again that i have forgotten it. I find a shopping cart outside the place hop on and ride it like you would through the grocery store pushing hard and goin extremely fast down the street. I arrive and my other friend appears and asks me what the hell I am doing in a shopping cart. I explain to him abouyt the luggage and then he points to this chinese restraunt looking building and tells me see hhow they have asphalt? (they were actually smooth pebbles in a display) he soon tells me that that means they will create whatever you make on minecraft for you in a physical object with it. I walk inside with him go up a flight of stairs and there are tons of kids on computers one walks to the front of the store and his mincraft creation starts taking form brick by brick, it was reallly a cool thing to see. I dont remember much past that.

Now tat I have refreshed my memory a bit. I realize I had an amazingly vivid non-lucid dream that lasted for what felt like hours before this.

I was playing some new game that nexon had created with my buddy danny. We were the actual characters in the game and it felt like a virtual reality. At first we ventured around this land and started to train a bit and discover new areas. Then It became night and we had to setlle down and find shelter for the rain that insued. We were out in the middle of a field under a single tree away from a forest that was 150 yards away from us. There i saw a tarp that I had sworn I had left there long ago and was still caught in the trees. Instead of heading for the tarp, we venture past it and find a nicely lit cozy loojking house. Inside the owners are gona and danny and i make ourselves comfortable. I start exploring the place a bit and log on to the computer they have. Ther i open up the web browser and what do I find. THis persons username and passwrod for the game > i quickly log into his account and find he has 5 cahracters. one of them is the max level at 80 with over 2 billion in game gold the other is around 74 and the rest are 38-50. My cahracter was only level 30 or so i believe so I went onto the max level 80 guy. The whole dream changed and I was in third person now inside waht looked like a haunted house from luigis mansion. I was attacked by 2 ghosts and quickly slahed them quickly adn killed them almost instantly. whenever i attacked more than one strike i would go "beserk" and do alot more damage but lose health doing so. I met 2 other palyers in the low 70's in here and helpe them for awhile before the dream changed once again. I barely remember this part but I was on some kind of floating pirate ship and oncomming fighter planes were attacking us. I quickly slahed down a ton of them and jumped onto one flying with it through the sky until i tore through it with a sword and jumped back onto the boat. I dont remember much more from this part.

this dream basically reflected on what I had done that day. i went to the nexon website to check maplestory for the first time in years and read a book before bed that reflected what the game was like. fun stuff!

[13:32] <bennerman> so we made sloppy joes
[13:32] <bennerman> and I found the girl that my dad was raping
[13:32] <bennerman> and then he chased me around with a knife
[13:32] <bennerman> and then, for some reason, I didn't call the cops
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[13:33] <bennerman> then my brother woke me up asking me to call dad so he can take him to the mall

Dream: I am playing a video-game. It is a little character jumping around to get points. My sister tells me that you can double jump by pressing left, right then up. I do so. Next I am playing Metroid and I stand in front of a wall-step with big red dots on it. Gravity is very strong so I put on my gravity suit. Then I am fighting a giant robot. I customize my own robot with colors like mint and classic. I pick the guardian robot.

I wake up for my WBTB but I am unable to BTB. So I get up pretty early.

Lucidity-8 at end
Vividness- 8

The dream starts with me and my friend riding a speed bike around. My friends lights aren't working and he's using his phone to light the way. We stop on the way to wherever we are going and i pick up a phone. Its exactly like my phone but someone must have lost it. I think, sweet got another phone. We head out again on the bike. My friend starts being stupid on the bike. Seeing as i was in a familiar area, everything was very vivid and real to me, so when he began to do a wheelie i freaked out. Then we crashed and got slung 20 or 30 feet in the air. I thought i was done. I hit the ground and the scene changes.

Three men are preparing to fight this evil wizard or something like that. One of them is nicholas cage. They come in behind us where we crashed headed to their camp. After they pass where we were it cuts back to me. I can feel weak. I start to drop to the ground as if i would die in dream, until i decide, "NO!, i will NOT DIE!. I punch the ground and sand flys up for 15 feet around me. I feel powerful. I head to the camp where the three men just went. In the tent i enter in the camp is a man. I try to fight him, but my powers go away when i try to. I'm quickly beaten back after he calls for help from the three men i had seen before.
Dream Skip
After a while they take me to the town they need to save from the dark wizard. While their i practice any abilities i can use. I discover i have wind powers, and some general telekinesis. The wizard approaches from the end of the town. Slowly walking towards the middle. All of us start hurling our powers at him with incredible force. But he just walks through it like its nothing. I head back further into town. Someone their gives me a thing that looks like a small tornado. They say to use my powers to make a full size one. I try to jump up on to the car, but have to climb. This is my first indication that my powers are gone again. I try doing anything, but nothing works. The dark wizard enters the middle of the town, and we failed. He doesn't do anything, only stands triumphant.
Dream Skip
I'm in a house talking to some people. They were very nice, and rather cool actually. One of them is a black woman with a sword. Lucidity hits me like a sack of bricks. I ask her what her name is. She stands there thinking. I go of course u don't know your name, this is all a dream. You are all in a dream. Everyone in the room just looks like i'm crazy, with some saying things like, ya sure buddy. I go yes you are. Then spread my arms out and let a force take me out of the room. I go further and further out. Until i see a large landmass, but separated areas. I go out far enough to see them all, but i can see into each one. Some have large modern cities, some with small rural cities, some just have a tribe or two in them, some have magical and mythical cites, while some have none at all. It was truly a magnificent sight.

Moon Vampire
Recall: 5/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm in space, just floating there with two astronauts. The astronauts have their helmets off so they can talk, and I have no space suit whatsoever. I ask them if I can get a hit of air, and one hands me his respirator, and I take a deep breath.

I consider flinging myself in the direction of the earth. Could I hold my breath long enough to get there? Would I burn up in the atmosphere? What about Impact? I'm pretty sure I could survive terminal velocity if I hit the water. Still, it seems pretty risky, and I go to the moon instead.

There is a moon base, with a team of people. And a vampire who is picking us off one at a time. The vampire is not shy about killing people right in front of us, since we don't really have anywhere to run. I ask her what she's going to do once we're all gone? What's she going to eat then? I'm hoping to convince her to leave us alive and just drink a little blood from us instead of completely draining us.

A vampire on the moon? Why do I get the feeling Nomad is somehow responsible for that?

I was playing a sidescrolling avatar game which had the graphics of littlebigplanet and the jumping... gravity of Outland. I was playing in a grass area and jumping around it and cutscenes i dont remember were happeneing. yeah thats pretty much it :/

I don't recall how the dream started, but several people and I were outside somewhere. There were tall buildings in the distance, we were on a hill and thick fog was rolling in. A lot of people were scared but I explained to them that we were dreaming. Some guy asked why we just don't let ourselves be killed then. I told him that we would wake up and lose the dream as well as the experience forever lol
So I told them all something along the lines of:
'If you die, you'll wake up. Certain things will make you slowly lose lucidity: Flying too high, fighting too long and using too many powers if you have them. So take as many breaks as you need to stay in the dream.'
Some monster on a horse rode by carrying a victim behind him. I stared at the horse as it rode by, then it turned around and stopped in front of me. The monster (?) ran off or something. I calmed the horse while someone else helped the woman down.
I don't remember anything after that, though the dream continued for awhile.

At some point, I dreamed of being stranded in a large body of water with other people. I recall several people died, but that's it. All I really know is it was an unpleasant dream.

Then I had an all out bad dream that my hubby was sick of giving me so much money, so he was divorcing me. There was a long, involved story that brought in cops and lawyers but I've forgotten the details. I woke up near tears from that one.

That's it...

There is an island in the middle of the sea. In one of its bays there stands a sandswept ruined fort. It has been there for a very long time. It is inhabited by the remnants of a possibly extinct noble family's House staff. A galleonful of fancy-coated British-style navy men has come and camped there, with the purpose of retaking the place. Only a small percentage of the sunbleached rooms are habitable; most of the sprawling complex is blocked off. What can be accessed is filled with drifting sand and strange ruined pieces of technology, beyond the level of these modern, musket-toting men.

I am there but neither important nor in charge of anything. I think a skeleton crew of housepeople have been living in the keep, keeping up appearances; I'm speaking to a young man who's spent his life here. he's somewhat disaffected because all his friends had hereditary claim to more interesting positions but he was stuck as a butler, a job he feels is pretty useless considering the state of the place, but he's doing his best attending to the officers of the exploration team, etc. He's practicing treating me with grace, but from behind him a dry voice corrects him in his use of honorifics, recommending some better and more fluid ones. It's a small, palm-sized black robotic spider. The young man seems to respect its contribution and I think he tells me a little about it.

George is the mad old ruin of the House's main computer, the original butler or chamberlain. I think this guy had to learn the ropes from him, even, but the spider-machine is so crazed and dangerous now that it's never turned on all the way and has to be watched in case it attempts to plug any of its disconnected cords into any still-functioning outlets. Fascinated, I think I talk to him a little. He can respond but it's clear he's mad.

The main expeditionary force swiftly occupies every accessible corner of the keep, keeping the House's ancestral staff busy tending to their needs. I walk through the place observing. We seem to be planning to break in to several of the sealed galleries, and are setting up digging teams. I don't feel one way or the other about this, though the staff seem nervous--yet reassured at the same time, possibly at the obvious might of the Royal Navy. I return to George, who I believe is unresponsive. I pick him up--he's the size of a small dog now--and carry him through a long, broad, pillared hallway to a meeting room where the generals are planning their incursion. At intervals, as we pass by particularly shadowed or watermarked areas, George arches and writhes weakly like he's trying to escape. I just hold him tighter, uncomprehending.

Once we reach the meeting room, I sit down in a corner, out of the way but watchful. George is important so I want to be somewhere official where I can get high-level approval of whatever I might decide to do. I want to ask George why he was acting out as I carried him through the hall considering how lucid he was just moments before during our conversation about honorifics. As the men at the table speak and plan, I remark that George's batteries are so old they definitely shouldn't have been able to retain that much charge. Despite the hazard he poses as a security system the denizens of this place still take care of him, I'm glad to see. I ask him if he has a text-only mode, since he doesn't have enough power left to speak--possibly it's rare for people to be able to read in this era, which is why he hadn't tried it already; or he's just crazy--and he does. A little screen flips up and words and sentences flow across it far too fast for me to catch most of them. They're all exasperated, desperate warnings about the places we'd passed in the hall.

There are markings and drawings scattered all around the House in a smoky brown pigment, symbols scratched into the walls and floor; each thing we passed was a clue as to what lurks beneath the place, clues George finds painfully obvious, having lived through their dire and unstoppable propogation, but to which I was clearly oblivious, though in retrospect if I'd only been paying attention I'd have at least gotten a hint. The lurking danger represented by the mysterious graffiti is legions of horrible zombie-like monsters nesting beneath the place, making the sealed galleries unsafe; these were their clanmarks or something. I think we'd already had a few troubles with them at this point. George's grip on reality soon slips and his last messages across the cyan screen warn me about himself, rather than the danger beneath the House. He shuts down.

The leaders take George's input, relayed by me, into full account, especially the part where he'd revealed some of the easiest routes to access the sealed galleries by. We blow out a wall in some kind of dining room with a demolition team and send in a large group of armed men. Nekkerlike enemies come pouring out of black doorways in the forbidden area. Frantic, I see that we're having a hard time of it; the Royal Navy are supposed to steamroll enemies, not get into pitched battles with them. I run back for George. In his text-only mode, I beg him to help us. I entreat and cajole the last sane part of the tiny machine; surely he'll be able to resist harming us if I point him at some real enemies, real threats to the House? Grudgingly he decides to try it. I plug him in, first, I think, for a short test run, setting up his cable so it's tangled and short and he'd rip it out of the wall if he lunged for us (I think some of the keepers of the house are with me now). After the power surges through him, with great lurching rips he explodes into gargantuan metallic size. He stands there briefly calibrating and lunges for us eventually, ripping the cord out of the wall and collapsing into his tiny form again.

We argue about what to do. Since I have fourth-wall-breaking knowledge about computers--was this why I was brought along?--I try to figure out what each cable does, since there are several, reasoning that if we can, say, blind or otherwise cripple him temporarily we can lead him to the fray and then set him loose, bargaining the reattachment of whatever withheld sense for our safety. I don't think this pans out; pretty sure everyone else abandons the project. I believe I speak with George myself again, and I eventually decide to try something more dangerous. He has a pilot's seat, or, no, just a place to carry people, up front using appendages similar to a spider's fangs; possibly for carrying captured trespassers. Somehow we reach the decision, me pushing, him reluctant, that if he's focused on carrying me, that should hobble some of his more violent out-of-control guarding tendencies, since he'll have already "caught someone" and should therefore be in a mode more conducive to returning a prisoner alive.

He's a little bigger now, since I plugged in an auxilary cable to speak with him after his collapse from ripping his main cable set out of the wall. Armchair-size. I sit down carefully, my back to him, and strange machine arms carefully grab me from behind. Kind of like sitting in a car, except being held by a giant spider. At some point I've plugged him into the wall, probably not from this position. And he takes on his enormous true mecha spider form again, and thunders forward through the halls to where the Royal Navy soldiers are being slowly but surely beaten back by a wave of the enemy.

George wades in there with his eight massive bladed legs and starts stomping the shit out of the bad guys, with me whirling along for the ride. He has to be careful of his cable, stretched out taught behind him after being dragged through several convoluted sets of rooms, but his machine mind is more than up to placing each leg perfectly for the task. Eventually, the gallery is cleared. George whirrs to a halt, nominally under control. On a text readout display, he confesses that he feels better and more clearheaded than ever as the Royal Navy soldiers gather in formation to both salute George and rally for their next push forward into the forbidden galleries. I worry about them stepping on George's cable, and his ability to maneuver without catching his cable on a person with them all standing around and over it like that, but he says let them; I get the feeling he's swept up in the thrill of the battle too. After all, it is his house they're fighting to take back. He's languished so long in the throes of madness as the monsters slowly crept into and overran this place, sealing galleries to protect the ever-shrinking ranks of the keepers of house, that of course he would want to continue the fight. Having an army at his back is a nice change from when it was only he, alone, faced with the choice of protecting the keepers of house or attacking the invaders, who would surely pour through the secret passages in the walls and destroy his precious family while he was distracted. Poor loyal spider! No wonder he went crazy.

And that was where I woke up, hanging suspended in the arms of a giant ancient killer robot spider above ranks of rallying Royal men, preparing to push our advantage.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

A TV interview show, like Oprah, with two people on the stage. One of the people was a black-Latino man. The other may have been a black man. They both sat in swivel chairs on a smallish, slightly raised, circular platform. The black-Latino man sat on the left.

The black-Latino man had been diagnosed with HIV about twenty years ago. But he was still really healthy. In fact, I thought, he may have been even healthier than the other man on stage, who didn't have HIV.

Dream #2

I was in an office, sitting at a cubicle. I was kind of slouched back in my chair, maybe with a knee pressing against the edge of my desk. I could see the CPU for my computer on the desk. It was taller and wider than usual, and pale grey.

Somebody, possibly a pretty woman who was my boss, tossed a cardboard box on my desk. I opened it. Inside was some kind of pale grey device that looked like an electric label maker. It was long and narrow, with a keypad of yellow, red, and green buttons. It had some sort of rolling tape or paper dispenser coming out the top. I knew or learned, somehow, that this was a new device from Apple.

I knew that this device probably wasn't mine. But I figured I'd hook it up to my computer and use it anyway. I didn't even know what the device did.

I found some wires in the box. I then learned the instructions for the device -- somehow -- I didn't read any instructions or look at any papers or anything. I knew that the device sednt messages to the office printer. The printer then printed these messages out.

The device had to be connected by wires to the printer through a long, complicated process. I thought the process was too long. I didn't want the device anymore. I put it back in the box.

My boss, the pretty woman, sat down in the cubicle behind me. I realized the device had been meant for her. I said, relaxedly, as if it were true, "I was just looking at this new device you got. I was trying to see if I could hook it up to your computer for you, so you don't have to. I think I can do it."

There was now a view of Bill Gates, or somebody who looked like him, except, possibly, with no glasses and skinnier eyes. Bill Gates was surrounded by a group of people in a space that looked kind of like an office, a kitchen, and some kind of science lab, near a window on some high up floor of a skyscraper.

Bill Gates was talking as if he were the head of Apple. He was saying that he hadn't actually made a really big deal regarding some kind of copyright or patent dispute over one of his products. He didn't actually care too much about it.

Bill Gates now lifted up a device. It was like a water-pitcher. But it was as big as a CPU column, and it was shaped like the Apple logo. It had a grey-tan outline, and a body of clear, smoky-grey plastic. Gates was pouring out glasses of water for everybody.

But I was trying to get a better view of this device (as if I were watching onTV). The device, I knew, was some kind of computer device. It had some kind of mechanism at its mouth, where the water poured out. I just couldn't see what it was.

I was now standing before a desk, at which sat a guy I know from a Starbucks I go to. The guy was apparently trying to sell me works of art. The guy was flipping through the pages of a book. I had probably seen the paintings I had wanted already, as if I had already looked through the book. But the guy was flipping through the pages so quickly that I wasn't sure if we'd gotten to or passed the pictures of the paintings.

Finally I told the guy something about how I'd look for the pictures more carefully -- probably just by looking through the book myself. The guy kind of acted annoyed. He started talking with a friend of his. I got worried that the guy was getting bored with me. I wondered if I was being too specific with the pictures I wanted. I thought maybe I should just take one that I thought looked kind of like the ones I wanted.

But I also really liked the pictures, and I thought my choice would also be interesting and impressive to the guy as well. I remembered one picture, black and white, of a Millet-like painting of two people standing out on the field. I kept searching for this painting, but I couldn't find it.

But I found the second painting I was looking for. This was of a big shrub on a field of clumpy grass, possibly with a little cabin in the distance. The photo of this painting was also in black and white.

I was apparently going to buy the photos, and not the paintings themselves. Also -- possibly -- the photos I'd buy would also be the pages from this book -- like the guy would cut the pages out of this book and sell them to me.