Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Notes:
You know when you have a dream, and it's in a complex location? And you know exactly what it looks like, but when you try to visualize it more strongly, the details don't come? And then you find it even harder to put it into words as time passes and you forget even the pieces you
do know how to describe? That's what happened when I tried to remember and write this entry. At least this dream gave me an idea for a new dream plot. I've been thinking it may be fun to do an overarching plot in my lucids.
I was in my house, on the second floor in the hallway. In this hallway, there is a half-wall that opens up to the first floor, which you could see if you peered over it. If you look out towards the wall, there's also a big window that looks out the front of the house. Below this window is a large pair of white doors (the main entrance to the house), and basically a big room with plain beige walls and cream tile flooring. It was like this in the dream. However, I couldn't see outside the big window because while I could see the yellow light of the sun shining through, the glass appeared to have many, very small raindrops, almost like mist, on it. Like it was fogged up.
I became lucid here. This wasn't the first time I'd become aware that I was dreaming while in this location; it's happened a few times before. The lucidity wasn't particularly high, but it was high enough to have some sense of dream control.
"Yeah! I'm dreaming!" I exclaimed, as per always. Then I put my arms straight at my side, shoulders back slightly, and bent my wrists so that my palms were perpendicular to the ground, my fingers tilted more behind me than to the side. This was the flight position for the Iron Man suit, my main method of flight. For this, I already imagine that I'm in the suit, just to save dream time. I imagined the flight stabilizers turning on and the rockets under my feet to begin going.
Nothing.
"Fuck," I complained. "...Forgot to turn the button on," I finished, improvising wildly, trying not to get disconcerted because I knew it would make dream control twice as hard. I pushed a random area of the suit, not feeling a button, but only imagining the feeling of it being pushed in. The button I pushed was located on my right shoulder. I tried to take off again, with more conviction than before, and it worked - I took off. The half-wall was now gone (who knows when that happened; I hadn't been paying attention), and the window had opened like a garage door. The glass and frame was now perpendicular to the ground, at a 90o with the ceiling. Outside, I saw a huge forest with two big empty patches. Behind the forest were mountains. From where I was, these patches just looked like bare, gravelly ground and box-like, metal and smooth grey concrete factory buildings.
I started to fly, pushing off out through the window and blasting towards these buildings. I aimed for the forest patch on my right.
During this, I lost my lucidity. The dream skipped, and I was now on the top of one of these box-like buildings, crouched up against a smaller wall on the rooftop. Beside me was Bruce Banner, a character from the Marvel franchise, who is currently played by Edward Norton. He was looking around.
The buildings were made of solid sheets of grey concrete, which were rather smooth (albeit still slightly rough), and they had nails in the places where the sheets met. The buildings were in very, very close proximity to one another.
A bomb went off on top of the building to our right. Not many chunks of building or anything else came flying outwards, but I did see pieces of fabric and a relatively small spray of concrete; the pieces sprinkled down in front of us, some falling in between the two buildings, down to the ground which we couldn't see. We also couldn't see on top of the exploded building, because it was taller than the one we were crouched down on, but we knew that there were people coming to exploit some sort of fuel for powering rockets. This wasn't spoken, but it was simply intuition.
I looked at Bruce and finally observed what he was wearing. He was wearing slightly baggier pants, and a loose, cream-colored long-sleeved shirt made of somewhat heavier fabric. There were two very thin, cylindrical gray lines, made of perhaps leather, that curved from the neck of the shirt to around the sides of the waist. The shirt looked very normal, but the details were cool.
We both had our back against the wall; I was really crouched down, but Bruce was standing up more. He looked at me, leaning in slightly and his gaze darted around nervously. Then he turned away and peered up slightly, trying to get a better view of what was happening above the building to the left of us. I could hear small bombshells, and guns going off around, but the sounds weren't too loud.
"We going to do this?" I asked, tired of waiting, and started to get up and run towards the building.
He held out his hand and stopped me, my shoulder pressing against his hand rather painfully. As soon as he took his hand away, a mere moment later, the soreness went away. "No, I'll deal with it this time," he said. His eyes turned a pale shade of green and he looked back at the building. "You've done enough," he said.
A man in a black jumpsuit, and black ski goggles with an orange accent around them, appeared. He was carrying the metal end of a grappling hook and a handgun, and he aimed the gun at Bruce. I heard a tapping sound, which I assumed upon waking that it was the gun shooting a bullet, but instead of a bullet, it shot a grappling hook. No smoke or any other effects appeared. The other hook was still in the man's hand as the gun's hook traveled, somewhat slower than it should have, towards Bruce. He held out his hand and as soon as the sharp front end of the hook contacted it, it ricocheted off and traveled fast into the adjacent building, as if the contact with Bruce's hand had caused it to accelerate. It disappeared without a trace after that. During this event, I seemed to take a third-person point of view. I watched myself and Bruce from ten or so feet away.
The dream skipped again. I was now back in first-person POV, and I was in a passenger plane that had beige leather seats. I knew that it was a higher class plane. I could also hear that weird, quiet drone you experience while flying in an airplane. But I cannot remember anything past that.
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