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12.12.2009

Music Festival (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was having a pretty uneventful dream about hitching a ride on a coach, and it was easiest to go back in again when I woke up.

The coach driver (who was a lot like Chris Rock) had agreed to drop me off right outside my house, but instead he took a wrong turn and started heading into town. We drove through streets I didn't recognise, where the buildings were very ornate, but made of black and white stone. It looked weird as hell. I wondered to myself why my mind couldn't just give me my own town centre, that would have been fun to muck around in. I got off the bus in the middle of a very wide pedestrianized street. There was some kind of music festival going on down at the other end, and I could see a couple of my friends on the outskirts of the crowd. I levitated to knee height and zoomed over. As I got closer, I saw that they were caring for a girl lying on a bench covered in blood. Unfortunately I couldn't slow down in time to stop beside them, so I whooshed past and had to say very quickly,
"Shitwhathappenedtoher?" I landed further into the crowd and ran back out to see what happened. My friend Lucy told me that she had been up at the front for the performance by Mika, but when he had swung his microphone, it had smacked her in the head. I wondered how the hell it could have caused so much bleeding; she was covered in blood. I gradually lost lucidity and we had to all carry the girl to a hospital.

10.12.2009

Ant Colony Attacked by a Football (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

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I was an ant. Part of a colony located in a park, I was tasked with defense. The weather was warm and sunny, and I was standing on top of the anthill looking out over a vast ocean. I was maybe semi lucid, because I laughed to myself thinking that it was probably just a puddle. Out of nowhere, a gigantic sphere flew over the top of the anthill at an unbelievable speed, just clipping the top and sending me flying. It was a standard football. It landed in the ocean and sent a huge tidal wave at the beach.

I got a posse together, since defence of the colony was my thing, and decided to remove the ball from our ocean lest it blow onto the land and crush us.

The next thing I remember was being part of an elaborate formation of ants swimming round the ball. We all lay on our backs, linked up, and kicked in synchronisation. The ball gradually moved across the ocean, farther and farther away from the beach. I wasn't really doing much of the work.

10.12.2009

Badass (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was too awake to get back to sleep when I tried to WILD earlier, but I fell asleep eventually (I just don't remember when) and had a DILD. The one's awesome.

I was in some sort of class. It had just ended and everybody was leaving, but I was really slow at putting my stuff in my bag and got locked in. I wondered how else I could get out of there and became lucid. I walked up to a big globe of the Earth, and spun it round looking for a place to go. I had the overwhelming urge to go to the centre of the Earth. so I located the large hadron collider in Switzerland- for some reason it was labelled on the globe. I then blanked out the rest of the classroom and concentrated on the globe, imagining I was looking at the Earth from space. I then "fell" all the way down to Switzerland, into a hole in the ground which was the collider. I'm not sure why I reckoned this was the best point of entry to the Earth's core!
The entrance looked something like this, going vertically downwards.



I shot down the hole head first, and I was quickly at the bottom of the artificial shaft. I broke through the rock at the bottom and was immediately falling through the mantle. I wasn't swimming through magma, there was a passageway continually opening up in front of me, allowing me to descend without... melting or something! I saw the wall of the core up ahead of me. It was solid metal, but luckily the passage continued right through it. Finally I got to the centre. Right at the centre of the Earth was simply a space. It was a spherical room with a brown inner wall, about 3m in diameter. It was chaotic in there. There were loud noises coming from all around me, it was like being in the loudest part of a steelworks. There was the roar of furnaces, and the clank and scrape of metal banging away constantly. It was also hot as hell. I decided to keep going downwards- not like that means anything now, but I continued in the direction I had been going. I aimed to come out at the South Pole and attempt the basic task of the month, build a snowman. (North would have been better, then I could try the advanced as well)

When I emerged above the ground, I saw not snow, but a temperate, semi-tropical climate. I was on the edge of a city, apparently nowhere near Antarctica. I saw two girls I know, and asked them where I was. They wouldn't give me a straight answer, so we started walking into town a bit. The city was full of skyscrapers and had busy roads. Whilst walking down a hill, I jumped up on a wall, then dropped down from rooftop to rooftop as the road went down. We came to a car park outside a white building. There was another car park beside it, with lots of limosines in it. There was also a big, long, gray capsule, which looked like it could be a fully-sealed limosine car wash. One of the girls explained that it was a robotic chamber, into which old cars were placed, and repaired. Apparently the capsule would fill with a special gas which repaired machinery. I took a running leap and landed on the most heavily guarded area of the car park, right beside the machine. An alarm went off, and security guards started advancing on me. My friend Pete was suddenly by my side, carrying a suitcase. "We've got to get out of here!" he said. Just to rock the boat a bit more, I went inside the machine through one of the sides, which had been left open. Pete followed. The door slammed shut with a "zzzip" noise, and vacuum sealed itself with a hiss. All of a sudden it started to move. We had been hitched up to a big rig and were being towed along a busy street at high speed. Samuel L. Jackson was driving. I fucking love that man. However, he was not friendly in this scenario! I somehow knew that he was taking us to his boss, but also wanted us dead. Gas started hissing out of vents along the floor of the machine. I tried to bash open the door as I had done a large window in a previous dream, and gave it a whack with my right elbow. Nothing happened. I took it up a notch and used my shoulder. The door opened a tiny crack, but it was immediately sucked closed, as there was a vacuum inside. By now Pete was struggling for air... bloody chain smoker! I though about burning my way out, and held out both my hands as balls of fire formed above them. I couldnt get them to be at all intense, so I decided that was a waste of time. Time for another tactic. I took a step back, concentrated on my right hand, and blasted a concussive force out of my palm which blew the door off. The gas was sucked outside and fresh air came in.

The big rig skidded to a halt and Samuel L. Jackson got out. By now me and Pete had entered a juice bar on the other side of the street. I ordered an "orange one". But as I was about to lift it, the huge hand of Samuel L. Jackson came out of nowhere. He lifted it to his lips and drained it in one gulp. This was a gigantic version of the man himself. He was about 10 feet tall, and built like a brick shithouse. He was wearing the same suit and had the same hairstyle as he had in "Pulp Fiction."



He looked past me to Pete, who was on my left at the bar. "What's in the case, man?" He asked threateningly.
"Red-hot heroin," replied Pete without a moment's hesitation.
"Mothafucka." Said SLJ in a conclusive manner. We got off our seats and ran outside, past Bruce Willis, as the character of John McLane from "Die Hard". He was advancing on SLJ. There were now many more people in the street, following John McLane. Just about every movie badass you could think of was there to back us up. The ones I remember are Riddick (Vin Diesel), Blade (Wesley Snipes), Chev Chelios (Jason Statham), and Rambo (Sylvester Stallone). There were plenty more who I can't remember. Nicolas Cage was there, as a character I didn't recognise, looking distinctly less badass than the rest of them. I think I must have become semi-lucid here, because I ran away rather than watch this ultimate showdown (of ultimate destiny lol). I ended up at a party, and had a romantic evening with a girl my brain invented for me!

10.12.2009

Generations (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Noted this badboy down when I woke up in the middle of the night. I probably would've forgotten it otherwise.

I was walking around a mansion, which my family apparently owned. We had a kind of underground basement/crypt which was very ornate- full of white marble. However it had fallen into disrepair, and somebody had broken in and ransacked the place. The corpse of my grandmother (not my real granny) was left out in the middle of the floor, and the small above-ground windows near the roof of the crypt were broken. There was a load of rubbish covering the body, including a set of roller-blades, which I wanted to try out but was afraid to go near.



I was working in an office building nearby, I think for the government or something. I had recieved intelligence that "The Master" (from Doctor Who) was in the building, plotting something evil. I knew he must be in disguise as one of my co-workers. I had a suspicion that his plan involved ressurecting someone from the crypt to be his slave, or trying to start a war. Either way, I knew (somehow) that he had a time limit. He would have to do it by the end of the working day, or not do it at all. It was nearly time to go home, and people were talking about leaving. I tried my best to stall people from leaving by talking to them and spraying sluper glue around all the exits from some sort of spray can. (very useful!) I then got talking to a girl in the kitchen. She showed me how to make a pair of rings to be worn on the two little fingers. I should have become lucid here because my hands looked retarded as hell, but I thought nothing of it. She made herself a pair as well. Once she put them on, she turned into The Master, and started laughing maniacally. Then she ran off.



I went into the "Intel Room", which was dark and full of fancy computers. A guy working at a terminal informed me that there was an indication that nuclear war between the USA and China was close. Apparently a Chinese nuclear submarine was parked right outside our building and was shining lights inside in a suspicious manner. This was enough for the USA to retailate by doing the exact same thing. (Apparently this office I was in was US government) There were doomsday alarms going off. They sounded like a standard alarm, but a woman running past screamed, "It's the doomsday alarm, we're doomed!"

The guy at the computer terminal had an idea. He would contact the people on the submarine outside to see what their intentions were. I looked down on the submarine outside while he tried to get through. He was asking for a specific man, who he thought might be on board. I asked him how he knew this guy would be there, but he didn't answer. A while later the man he was looking for came on, and they had a short exchange in Chinese. It turned out that the submarine was merely a tourist attraction, and nothing to worry about.

I went home, pleased that nothing had gone wrong. When I arrived back at the mansion, something was clearly amiss. There was silence in the house, apart from one woman walking slowly around the downstairs. I "recognised" her as my Aunt, whose name began with M, but I can't remember it now. The Master had brought her back from the dead and was now trying to take control of her. Luckily, she was too strong for him, and he wasn't able to make her his slave.

After this, I never heard of The Master again, and me and my family got to work repairing the crypt. The corpse of my grandmother was taken out, then lowered through the roof into the right place. The windows magically repaired themselves in front of my eyes.

09.12.2009

Anthology (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was handing in an anthology of poetry and writing in my English class. It was bound with a purple carboard sleeve, which had the title on it: "Shut up 'n Read". The teacher thought it was really good, so she brought in the headmistress to have a look at it. I didn't want her to see it, as i had included a few stories in it where I ripped the piss out of her ruthlessly. She was flicking through the first few pages nodding approvingly, then the bell rang. I looked at my timetable closely I was so close to getting lucid here! and saw that I was in ICT now, as it was 12:00pm. I tried to get the anthology off the headmistress, but she told me to go on to the next class and she would make sure to give me it back later. There was nothing I could do, so I went on.



I saw her later, and she tried to attack me with a huge, bejewelled, brass claw-hand she had on her right hand. I managed to fend her off and escape.

08.12.2009

Mutilation (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Tons of dreams last night, absolutely tons. Can't remember them though! Bollocks. Got one fragment which is truly fucked up!

I was tied down with two other people on the floor of a hotel room. We were being held prisoner by some kind of psycho killer who was into mutilating his victims before finishing them off. I was in the middle of the two other people, one was a girl and the other was a guy. I won't go into details, cuz it's a bit sick, but none of us had a lot of skin left after 15 minutes! No pain or blood though!

We eventually escaped and ran downstairs and outside. I realised I was missing one of my front teeth. The lack of that tooth was making the one beside it loose too, for some reason. I was pretty raging about losing that tooth. Apparently I had suffered no lasting damage from the skinning. Weeeeeiiirrrd shit.

07.12.2009

Stylish Escape (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I did the typing technique again, and had a false awakening in my bed, in my old house.

I remembered that I didn't live there anymore and became lucid. I went downstairs and looked out the living room window. There was a girl lying on the bonnet of a black car in the street. I was going to go out and "say hello" to her, but my friend Mark called at the door. We went into another part of my house, which for some reason became a petrol station. There were strange products crammed into the shelves, and I had a feeling they were all to do with dreaming, somehow. I talked to Mark for ages, and eventually revealed to him that this was a lucid dream and that he was merely a construct of my mind. I didn't put it this articulately in the dream, I said something along the lines of, "This is a dream, and you aren't real!" Always tactful. I wouldn't even have said this had I not read a thread earlier on DV about telling dream characters that they weren't real! Mark was really offended! He looked down and said, "Alright well..."

Suddenly an alarm went off and the shutters started closing. I raced outside and got on a bike. I thought (and hoped) that it was a motorbike, but it turned out to be a standard bicycle. I got out of the petrol station in time and sped off down the road. I kept trying to turn the bike into a motorbike so I wouldn't have to pedal, but I couldn't. I even tried "revving" the gear changer and making "Vrooom!" noises, but to no avail.



I was heading into town, and wanted some music to brighten up the journey. "Sweet Home Alabama" started playing and I sang along. Unfortunately I couldn't remember the words- not even the automatic "dream jukebox" playing the music could remember it exactly, so I mixed'n'matched pieces from different verses to make the song work! It played, but made little sense. I decided to take a walk on the wild side and pedalled into oncoming traffic. Most cars tried to avoid me, but one old green one didn't. I did a jump and bounced off the windscreen with my back wheel.

I finally reached a roundabout in the middle of the city centre. I jumped off the bike and let it roll away. I found my brother's friend Adrian coming out of Starbucks with a few people, and I stopped to say hello. I think I lost lucidity here, because I spent a long time listening to a pointless conversation about a Facebook group Adrian was starting, then joining the group on his iPhone.

07.12.2009

Last Day of School (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I came out of the previous dream after quite a short time. I wanted another go, so I thought about tactile sensations I had used in the past as a springboard. I went for a new one, which was typing on my laptop. I think it worked so well because it takes quite a lot of conentration- but you're concentrating on something imaginary, so a dream is created around it. I was typing as if I was talking on MSN, but no-one was replying. I kept looking up at the screen to see what I typed, but the stuff on-screen wasn't even close to what I meant to type! It was readable English, but complete gibberish; random words strung together.

One time when I looked up at the screen, the user-interface of MSN was overlaid on top of a scene in my old school. "Sweet, I must be in," I thought. I forgot about MSN and started walking up a corridor. It was nearly night time- or it could have been just the end of a school day in deep winter. Either way, it was getting dark outside. I went into the assembly hall, where the headmistress was giving a speech to all my year. I suddenly realised that this was the last day of school. I looked around, and everybody was really sad. Some people were crying. I lost lucidity for a bit, and went around trying to cheer people up. I got a few photos taken with friends and teachers.

07.12.2009

Granny's House (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Overall, a damn successful morning for lucid dreams. Went for a WBTB, and got really deepy relaxed. Had some hallucinations for the very first time! I decided lying on my back wasn't working for me (since I always sleep on my side), so I rolled over and started feeling like I was "spinning" almost right away. This has never happened to me before, it was some freaky shit!

I "woke up" in my Granny's old house, lying on the floor of the living room. I sat upright, but there was no strength in my back muscles and I flopped back down. I had to do a sort of rocking motion to get up. I looked out the window. It was late afternoon in early Autumn. As I stepped out into the hall, I saw that the front door was lying open which was weird. My Granny in known to do some strange stuff, but she is very careful about security! I (of course) expected my "dream Granny" to be the same! I thought about leaving the house and flying off somewhere (if I could manage it), but I heard a noise from the kitchen. I walked round to the door of the kitchen and looked inside. My Granny was making a meal, wearing her normal clothes, but with a massively oversized white t-shirt on as well. I tried to ask her what she was doing wearing that, but my voice didn't seem to work.

I felt the dream slipping away...

05.12.2009

Wand Battle (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was walking around a room in a tower block with a load of the characters from Harry Potter. Turned out I was a wizard too. Snape was walking around looking very smug- I can only assume that it was because of his new breast implants. There was another Hogwarts teacher creeping about who looked pure evil. I must have just invented him, because he's not in the real HP. He was very short, with a hunchback, a pale face with big yellow eyes, and sharp teeth. He wore an elaborate robe and lots of jewellery. He started telling me off for my earring, and to fool him, I pretended to be just scratching my face with it, rather than putting it in my ear. As he turned away, I booted him in the ass.

This turned me lucid for some reason! It was night outside, and out of the clouds came Draco Malfoy and a bunch of death eaters. They were on broomsticks, and flew around outside the largest window making threatening gestures. Everybody inside was scared. I stood up on a desk beside the window. "Never fear!" I said. "This is a dream! And I'm a fucking wizard!" I turned sideways to the window, and elbowed it with my right arm. It shattered, and glass blasted outwards. I got out my wand, and realised I didn't know any spells. I decided to make up my own. I pointed it at a death eater and shouted "Boom Headshot!" His head exploded and he plummeted from the sky. I used the "boom headshot" spell on about five more, but it felt a bit like overkill; too easy. I jumped out of the window (which took some psyching up) and immediately started to fall. I concentrated on slowing my descent until I stopped about 20m below the window. There were still death eaters above me swooping about on broomsticks. This gave me an idea. I put my wand between my legs, and it extended to form a broomstick. I zoomed back up to the window's height to resume the battle. Unfortunately when I got there the scene had completely changed. Everyone had gone, and the window wasn't broken. I could see into several rooms, where people were working on computers. I lost lucidity somewhere around here, and I can't remember what I did next. I might have woken up, not sure.

05.12.2009

Opression in China and Brazil (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID



This was a long and very weird dream where I tried to free the oppressed peoples of China and Brazil. In my dream they were connected by land! Apparently Geography goes down the drain just like typing skills. I can't remember very many details, but it went something like this:

I was wandering around a Chinese city with a friend. We had to cross a large road with a roundabout in the middle. The middle of the roundabout was a rice paddy with wooden spikes all over it to keep out intruders. I discovered this the hard way when I tried to walk straight over it. We approached a kind of diner, and the owner came rushing out to greet us. He looked terrified, and was very anxious to get us inside to buy something. I was kind of wary because of the way he was acting. Then I noticed metal spikes starting to protrude from under his skin! He quickly explained to us that the government had made it so if the citizens didn't get money off tourists quickly they would be impaled from within! I handed him some cash in exchange for a bun and the spikes disappeared back inside.

Basically, I decided I wasn't having this and went to Brazil, where I was told the solution would be. Brazil was just a massive jungle, with paths through the trees. I had to find some sort of guru man who sold multicoloured inscense sticks, which would somehow help. Weird stuff.

03.12.2009

Controlling Speed of Flight (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a real quickie, but fun nonetheless. I'm not sure if it was a WBTB or a DILD, but I'll say it's a WBTB since I did plan to get lucid.



I was sitting outside a cafe in town drinking coffee. On a balcony above me Jonathan Ross and another guy were having a chat. Having nothing to do, I listened to them for a bit, before wondering how the hell I got there. Then I remembered I had just gone back to bed with the intention of entering a lucid dream. This was enough to "lucidify" myself. I tried to remember some of my dream goals but I couldn't. I thought I might as well get in a bit of flying practice. I imagined myself having the properties of a helium balloon, and levitated myself about a metre off the ground. From there I zoomed around the streets, missing people by inches and causing them to jump out of the way in alarm. At one point I came to a big wooden door which effectively closed off the rest of the street from me. I tried to phase through it but I just bumped off. I turned back around and looked for an alternate route. In front of me was a straight run out towards a car park. I thought I should try and control my speed. I took off and gradually built up speed, until I was going about 30mph. I then concentrated on slowing down, which I managed after about 10 more seconds. "Not the ideal braking distance," I thought. I was pleased anyway, but then my actual leg gave a strange involuntary jerk which I felt in the dream. "Shit, here I go..." I thought. And I woke up a few seconds later.

03.12.2009

Nuclear Bomb Plot (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Me and my friend Mark were sitting in his house talking. Out of the blue, he came up with the plan that we should blow up the city with a nuclear bomb. This didn't seem at all strange to me, so I went along with it. I had it in my mind that we would probably get in trouble for blowing up the city, but I was too deep in a "go with the flow" kind of attitude.

We went round to B&Q, where we bought a nuclear bomb. It cost us £20 altogether. I gave mark my tenner and he went up to the till to pay for it. When he came back he had the bomb. It was a big gold ball about the size of a TV. There were ornamental markings on the outside, and an LED timer on the top. Mark explained that he chose this one because it had a blast radius of 7 miles, but it could also be programmed to only explode in one direction, giving us a safe getaway route. We carried it on to a bus bound for the city centre. It was pretty heavy, so I held one end and Mark held the other. Nobody seemed in the least bit conerned that we were hefting around a WMD! We waited on the bus until the very last stop, which was the bus depot. We got off, thanked the driver, and headed round the back of another parked bus. We planted the bomb near the back left wheel. Mark set the timer for 2 minutes and 30 seconds, and we legged it.



A little while later I was sitting at home watching the news. A report about our bomb came on.
"Police have discovered an unexploded nuclear bomb in the central bus depot. Who is responsible for this remains a mystery, but authorities are speculating that it may be the work of anarchist teenagers."

02.12.2009

Naked, if Possible! (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had the longest, most stable lucid ever this morning, and had great control! Only problem is... can't remember the most of it! I had a great time though.

I was running along a suburban street in the rain, at night. I was playing some sort of game, possibly hide and seek. I was hiding in a giant green bin for a bit, but then I thought, "Who cares if anyone sees me! With that in mind I ripped off all my clothes (who knows why) and jumped proudly out of the bin. I took a running leap and it was as if gravity had been cancelled out. I flew straight and streadily up the street and landed comfortably on the roof of a house. I could see no-one around, so I went inside, via a small window in the conservatory. I had to slide in like a snake through the gap, and I knocked over lots of ornaments and a lamp.

A while later, I remembered an old "lucid task of the month" I had never attempted, which was to "somersault in the air". I stepped up on the arm of the big brown settee and did a flip. I nearly got it! I landed on the top of my ass, where the tailbone is. There was no pain, just a thud. I lay there and laughed.

I think I became non-lucid for a while, because I remember trying to type something on this laptop and not being able to work out why nothing would work. I'm a pretty speedy typist normally and it was frustrating me to no end. Somebody was sitting beside me, and was greatly amused at my situation. Then I realised, "What if I'm dreaming and that's why I can't type!" I was quite amazed at the fact I was dreaming, and said out loud, "Sweet, round two!" Then I ripped my clothes off again. Don't ask me why, something about the freedom of no rules! I strolled confidently downstairs (I was in my bedroom) and out the front door.

I had a false awakening which I caught. Unlike last time, I was able to heave myself out of bed. Good times.

Some missing time here, during which I'm sure something awesome and interesting happened, but I can't remember. I do remember, however, trying to convince myself that I would remember all this when I woke up. That's what leads me to believe some significant shit happened. One thing I remember doing after this is flying hella fast. I crouched in something like the sprint starting position and kicked off. I flew up and forward like a rocket, at an angle of 40 degrees. It was unbelievably fast, and soon I passed through some thick, wet clouds.

Unfortunately, not much else I recall!

30.11.2009

Technology in Danger! (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was lying on my front on the beach, playing around on my laptop, for some reason. It was a sunny day and the beach was full of people. My brother was lying beside me. I worried about getting sand in my laptop, but I remembered that it was irrelevant as I was dreaming. However, I still felt a strong attachment to my laptop, like I should try to protect it!

Right at that moment, a wave swept up the beach and submerged my laptop. I was half amused and half panicking for my dream laptop. (Not the "laptop of my dreams" lol) When the wave subsided my laptop was half buried.



I had a false awakening here. I was lying in bed feeling really drowsy, absolutely sure I was actually awake. I checked my hand to be sure, and it had six fingers. I was like, "Whaaat?" and checked again, because I was so surprised. I accepted the truth that I was dreaming and tried to get out of bed. For some reason the drowsiness stayed with me, and when I tried to get up, everything felt really heavy. My head rolled about on my neck, and I coundn't stand straight; it was like I had no spine!