Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Friday 12 January 2024


Got one LD today. Seems my schedule's been made a bit tighter than I anticipated. I'll keep making an effort whenever possible.

Dream 1 - DV Lucid Dream Winder Competition 2024 - Night 6

Many forgotten scenes before this one. The visuals were mostly clear. I was floating in space. To my right was a blue Earth-like planet, white clouds swirling over its sole continent.

By this point, I'd gained awareness. I rocket to the nearby world. Piercing the stratosphere, I see below a vast badlands of smooth beige metamorphic stone. Oddly, the blue sky looked sparsely cloudy from then on.

Anyway, after many quick miles of travel, I arrive at the foot of a truly vast castle atop a mountain range, its construction slate grey. I went over the outer walls, and levitated into a great keep that occupied most of the site. The interior was dimly lit, and furnished/constructed mostly of glossy wood.

At a building-sized table a distance away, a huge figure awaited: a gigantic woman, easily 100ft tall, skin light, long dark hair frayed. She was dressed in a violet robe. Her face beamed into a welcoming grin, belied only by a glint of madness in her saucer-shaped eyes. It was no surprise when she made a fierce swipe at me. I weaved around her hand and wrist, and swooped around her head. Then, I flung myself like a dart at her nape. My knee struck true. In that instant, the giant witch crumples over on the table, unconscious. Mission accomplished, I thought.

I fly out of the castle and hurtle back into space. I realize then that maybe I didn't accomplish a competition goal, as my opponent wasn't explicitly a titan. Sighing in dismay, I find it was too late to do much else, for the dream begins to fade. I go unconscious.

Created Wednesday 10 January 2024

Got a brief LD and fragments today. Can't say I'm too happy with these results, let alone comfortable to share some things below. But, the show must go on. I'm gonna have to rest up again before I use more thorough sleep interruptions...

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KOF game.

Talking about a Sonic game?

Dream 1 - Bathroom Shrink and Unhappy Naughty

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in a bathroom similar to one at home, daylight glaring through the window. It was a bit wider, and the countertop was made of glossy wood instead of laminate.

Then, an unknown person barges in, a woman of average build, skin light colored, her face covered by a heap of messy dark colored hair. Her shirt also light colored, and she'd red plaid pajama pants. She seats herself on the counter, and seems to stare blankly towards the shower.

My immediate thought was "who the hell is this?" Self reflection soon prompted awareness. I try to get a closer look at the woman's face. No way to do it just by sight. I was about to part her hair, but hesitated; I'd worried I'd get jump-scared by some dream demon, and was in no mood to deal with such. So instead, I shrunk myself down to a few inches for the fun of it. From the floor, I leaped atop the counter alongside the now giant woman. I slap her leg to provoke her, but she remained unresponsive. I jumped back down. It's then the woman reanimates, and sets herself down. Only narrowly did I avoid getting stepped on. She then walks out of the bathroom.

Shortly after, the giant lady returns. Only now, she's a blonde, eyes wide-set, nose pointed and a bit long, hair naturally straight though still unkempt. I'm asked a mundane question. Something about if I've seen some object or another? Anyway, I give a casual negative response.

Spoiler for WARNING: Brain-bleach level of naughtiness. Reader beware:

I lose awareness, as now I'm thinking with my, um, other head. I jump onto the giant woman's bosoms to initiate the obvious. The lady tumbles to the floor. But, when I glance to her legs, I see a wang flopping out of the slit of her pants. Hasty unconscious intention made me reimagine it was just a "massaging tool", and so it was. I barked that she toss that out. There was a moment where it seems she'd comply. But, the woman kept strongly insisting on its use. She then forces me closer that thing. To this, I make a loud condemnation at the internet as I shake my fist in the air. The dream collapsed shortly after.

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In a big, dark colored living room. On retrospect, the layout had strong similarities to my work site. Anyway, my brothers were around. I felt unclean. I look for the bathroom at a doorway to the far left. This happened to be a bedroom. The person there shut the door and locked it. I then looked to a door in the far right.

Something about a Pokemon game on an old CRT screen computer.

In an alleyway in a developing Indian town during daytime. Some kind of emergency was occurring. A younger guy from the region, someone whom I was supposedly acquainted, has me follow him to safety. Just then, he's accosted by a bearded man in a turban. The two bicker for a bit. The younger man tells me there's a language barrier between the two. I was told the older man spoke "Tangrit". I pull out a laptop, and try translating via Google some basic sentences like "who are you" and "what is the problem". But, I kept badly mistyping any statements, and took longer still to correcting these. Both men got very impatient.

Got a bunch of fragments today. Some amusing stuff, but not anything I can use for the competition (womp-womp!). I feel much better rested. Think I'll make intentional sleep interruptions in the next few days.

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In a series of industrial boiler and pipework facilities. There were a bunch of filled garbage bags strewn around. I was frustrated at the sight of them.

Highway ride during dusk.

Work stuff.

Rocko's Modern Life dream. O-Town had been razed to the ground from an apocalyptic event. Survivors were fighting over supplies. They were particularly frantic over desk ornaments and other useless luxuries, which caused a major rumble. Flashback to what started this. In a series of factories, robot arms were going haywire. They expanded out for miles out of the facilities to capture people, smashing through buildings as they did. In short time, O-Town was in a panic. Almost all of the destruction wasn't caused by the robots themselves, but instead the frenzied residents.

I'm a clerk in some lower state office. A board meeting was taking place. As the chair was making statements, some obnoxious fat guy seated across from me started throwing pencils at me for some reason. He demanded I return them, but I refused; if he didn't want me to have them, he wouldn't have thrown them in the first place. He fumed loudly enough to interrupt the meeting. Some other fat dude made some joke about the other guy's appearance, prompting a burst of laughter. The embarrassed obnoxious guy glared at me for the rest of the event. Later, a bunch of kids started running around the place, causing a commotion. For some reason, I felt they were somehow related to the obnoxious clerk.

In a college classroom, a small windowless space. A grey haired woman in black was the professor. After class, I rushed off, only to "remember" I'd left behind a small grey bag. I hurried back to rummage among a bunch of other belongings others had forgotten. There were a few items fitting the descritpion, but they lacked the items I was sure was inside (whatever that may have been). There were also two pink fanny packs around, and a green bag I think. The professor at this point stopped me from perusing further.

Simpsons episode. There was a big clipshow of all of Homer's D'ohs throughout the years. This gag lasted far beyond the point where it remained humorous. The major plot involved yet another of Bart's pranks going way out of hand.

In the parking lot of a flat, wide building during a clear late afternoon. I was in the passenger seat in an unknown black stout SUV. My brother was around. Soon, I noticed a bunch of ants crawling nearby. Some were small black ants. Others were carpenter ants. They soon began biting my hand. I instinctively brush off and smash any that are in the way with my hands. My brother observes I should've used a magazine paper nearby instead to do the deed. I get out and hurry to the building. There were tons of peanuts strewn about. For some reason, I felt I'd responsibility to pick these up and place them in barrels. Figured this was why there were so many ants in the vehicle. Anyway, as I shoved the peanuts with my hands, I notice I was putting them in garbage bins, not barrels. Whoops.

In a park during night time. The wide pathway winding before me was paved with light colored bricks. Around me were deciduous trees, maples and oaks from what I could tell. I soon heard the cries of seagulls, and saw such birds fluttering around under antique cast-iron street lamps. Quite peculiar for such creatures to be in a place like this, and at this time of night. I looked around to see if there were owls stalking around as well. I was at the point of making a reality test, but woke up within seconds of thinking that.

Created Sunday 07 January 2024

Got two short LDs today. Kinda flat considering all the insomnia I'd afflicted on myself, but it's something.

Dream 1 - WILD Wind

No visuals initially, though I gain some sight over time. WILD transition in bed, noted by the deafening sound of storm winds (actually just the ceiling fan). I perform a breathing reality test. It was inconclusive, but I knew better. Anyway, I try rolling off the bed, but found I couldn't move. So, I imagined that I was actually being struck by gusts, and soon feel such happening. I was turned over towards the wall. My expectation was to just phase through. But, I was simply pressed there. Not very comfortable at all. Gaining mobility, I roll against the wind. It was quite the struggle before I could finally fall off the mattress.

I drop to the floor, which happened to be made of wood instead of tiles. Anyway, I phase face first through it and into the void. As I descended, I try conjuring a construct to assist me. A voice responded, but nothing else came about. Soon, I fell on my bed, and woke up. Re-entry two minutes later.

Dream 2 - Dark Desert Camel Ride

No visuals initially, which again arrived progressively. Re-entry in bed. Instead of rolling, I just walked out of bed towards the closet. The room extended far beyond visible range into a black plane. Along the way, I notice a ~24" screen CRT TV on a wooden stand. On screen was some Youtube video with some (in)famous content creators. Pretty sure it was Joe Rogan and Ben Shapiro. I ignored it, and kept moving.

I noticed the noise of the ceiling fan. To justify this, I imagined I was actually in a windy desert. I had the dream sound the Desert of Death theme from Breath of Fire 3 to set the mood. Despite expectation, I was still surprised to find the hard ground before me becoming rough-grained sand. I was indeed warped to a desert under a starless night. Light shimmered off of an oasis pond half a mile away. The breeze was biting cold.

I make my way to the oasis. My ambling wavered, and I tripped over myself from exhaustion. I needed some help. I imagined holding the reigns of a camel. With a tug, I turned back, and see such a beast kneeling before me. I climb on the camel's back, and am quite startled when it rises and paces forward. This was a very,very bumpy ride. I had to hold tightly on its neck to keep still. Its light hair was very shaggy and comfortably warm. I enjoyed this now aimless jaunt for a minute. By that point, I lost my hold to the animal, and fell. Upon hitting the ground, I'd returned to bed.

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Created Friday 29 December 2023

Got some LDs and a few scraps today. Time to keep this momentum going.

Spoiler for Lots O'Words:

Dream 1 - Beach Globe Fall

Several forgotten scenes before this one (something about being in a city?). The visuals were mostly clear. I was in a silver-blue void. By this point, I'd gained awareness. I conjure a hologram of the globe. With it, I zoomed in close to the southern tip of Florida.

I'm then warped in that very location high up in a clear blue sky. My descent was taking me more west than I wanted. So, I flew to change course. As the view of the ground clarified, I see I was approaching an inlet, running north. I doubted there should be a river there. Anyway, I arced to hover over the river, my near-landing creating a trail of acute waves. After several blocks, I slowed, and landed to the eastern side of the inlet.

There was quite a lot of beach-goers at this site, people going to and from picnic areas. Running at super-speed, I weaved through the crowd. I eventually found a building to the east. Entering, I found it was a mall lobby. I walk around for a bit. Some family members popped up, as did a co-worker or two (Claire identified). Among their chatter, I noticed them mentioning some pastries I supposedly made. One of these were large, round chocolate cookies. There was also some kind of rolled pastry. I felt the presentation on the latter was a bit sloppy. Nonetheless, they were all quite happy with the result. I avoided getting too distracted with that, and started making my way out. But before I did, I ran back to them, and grabbed a chocolate cookie to eat. It was very soft, and had a moist, gooey filling. I could see why they loved it. I dithered between leaving, then going back to sample more, before finally committing myself to exit.

Now, I raced westward. As I darted through the land, the environment took more the appearance of sand dunes. As far as I could see, there were no signs of the ocean, buildings, or much of people. It took a few miles before I finally arrived at the glass-wall exterior of another structure. The inside was some kind of public dining area, its constructions warm-colored. Many people were huddled here. Feeling the strong chill of air conditioning seemed a strong justification. Yet, I noted that although the air outside was very dry, it didn't feel anywhere near as warm as it looked; felt about as temperate as an autumn day.

As I glanced around, I spotted Bill, a former co-worker from way back when. He gave a casual greeting, and looked interested to start a conversation. Quite a quizzical encounter, but I wasn't really interested in such distractions at the moment. I slinked back out of sight, then made my way in again. As I did, I noticed the Mountain Grotto theme from Shiren the Wanderer sounding. I hummed along to it, when I noticed Bill was nearby the entire time. He insisted that he tag along. I preferred not to struggle with the dream on this, and relented.

But then, just as we ambled further west, Bill made a very, very inappropriate badwrong touch. Outraged, I pull out a weapon from nothingness, a wakizashi, as it so happened, drawing it as if I were unsheathing something from my left hip. With a single upward slash, I severed this dream antagonist's forearm. He reels back, and cowers, as I wander away. I felt dismay that the dream would produce such a vile doppleganger; I never thought poorly of the guy.

The dream soon began collapsing. I allow this, all-the-while recalling as much as I could.

Dream 2 - Phase Library

No visuals initially. WILD transition in bed, as noted by the deep echoes of the ceiling fan. I try rolling off the bed, but merely returned to where I was. I repeated this numerous times, and even tried screaming at some points for stability/dream control, but the same thing kept happening. This was a bit discouraging. Nonetheless, I kept going at it, expecting that time will be what creates change.

Eventually, I did indeed landed elsewhere. I found myself in an interior of carved stone, sun rays seeping from far above. At each sides were innumerable rows of wooden bookshelves, the book's colorful binidings contrasting the drab surroundings. Then, a tall figure descends from steps before me. He appeared as some type of orc wearing mauve robes, his form as broad as two men.

He glares down silently. I get spooked. Instinctively, I throw an uppercut, sending him reeling back. More cloaked orcs rush to the scene, keeping their distance. They jeer at me in a growling, unearthly language, as they make furious gestures calling for my immediate withdrawal. I realize I overreacted. I give an apology, but, understandably, the orcs were not placated. Still, I was just too fascinated by this site to just leave. I fly above their heads, and zip a few blocks across the endless aisles in the span of a few seconds. From a glance, the orcs remained in place, observing quietly.

I enter a space dimly illuminated with a deep blue light. Otherwise, the layout was like the rest of the library. To my left was an alcove of bare stone. I tried phasing through, but was bumped away. I hovered around the sight, doing my best to barge through any surface. Yet each time, I'd simply bounce back like a bug smacking itself into a closed window. I resorted to turning away and looking back at my hand. This did the trick; my hand was now partially phased through a row of books and its shelf. I forced it in further, and followed suit with the rest of me. I was then tunneling ethereally through grey-blue stone. I expected a warp momentarily.

As anticipated, I soon teleported. I was now at the concave exit of a very tall building, its constructions of grey-blue, a cityscape at the horizon of an early dawn sky. Before me was a balcony under a canopy. As I continued past the exit, I noticed two figures to my right. One was a tall broad figure concealed entirely in a cloak and conifer hood. The other was what seemed a generic anime girl, skinny, saucer-eyed, and with short blue hair. But as I got closer, I noticed she her legs were replaced with the body of a giant spider.

I started getting bored. So, I scaled the girl's size to gigantic proportions, much to her confusion. I jumped up to face level, where I bopped her in the eye in hopes of provoking her. Instead, the giant girl simply whined as she winced in pain. It was obvious she wasn't going to fight back.

Things started deteriorating. I memorized as much as I could as the dream faded.

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Something about being in an office building.

Dream about Mortal Kombat 3. Dream re-entry.

Dream 3 - Construct Contact

The visuals were a bit blurred. Lucid dream re-entry. I was in the hallway of a vintage office building, the constructions of polished wood. For practice, I tried conjuring guide construct D with a casual wave of my arm. It came to much surprise when she manifested before me. She appeared over 30ft. tall, her form phased through the site to accommodate as much of her body as possible. I extended my palm to touch her own. On contact, my arm was assaulted with unseen energy, burning and numbing me as if I were struck with electric currents. It was almost too much to bear. But soon, the feeling subsided. My mind became blank of ambition and desire. I kept holding my guide until the dream faded.

Created Thursday 16 November 2023

Got a LD re-entry and some fragments today.

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Vaguely recall thinking I woke up from a lucid dream. Lacking memory of such, I'm inclined to believe it was false awareness.

In a very dimly lit space, like a wide basement or something. I pick up a laptop from the floor. I "recalled" buying a new system with one of the latest high-end ARM processor. Got it at a relative bargain at $1k. I watch some videos on multiple windows concurrently. One was clips of Attack on Titan. There were a bunch of purple splash effects for some reason. I spot my bro snooping nearby, much to my annoyance. I minimize the AoT videos and watch the others. These were matches for various Guilty Gear titles, including Strive, Xrd, and XXAC. One had Sol spam Grand Viper. Warp. Another unknown dimly lit place. I'm imitating Grand Viper. I managed to project fire too.

In the kitchen of an unknown house during night time. My niece was working on a school project. There was this light skinned black dude around. Only on waking up do I notice he was the host of Mental Outlaw. Anyway, he helps Jalani with her homework. Later, my niece and her mother (my sister) go out to get groceries. Timeskip again. The project was near completion. I see it's some kind of macaroni art on a cardstock booklet. Instead of macaroni, it's tortilla chips, both the triangular shaped and round varieties. These were arranged in rather sophisticated floral and butterfly patterns. The booklet, when folded, had cut-out city buildings and a radio tower pop up. I was asked to hold the book as he continued his work. He was making the finishing touch, when suddenly, most of the chips slid off its surface. I guess it wasn't as fixed as it appeared. The guy slams the counter in frustration. I noticed a tube of Elmer's glue in one hand, the other covered in the paste. I tell him my requiring a much stronger glue for a similar project some time back. Too little too late, I thought...

Spectator mode. This was some kind of Monty Python (or Python-esque) castaway survival comedy show. This took place at a lost island during a clear day. A barely dressed, stubble faced Englishman wanders off to a swampy area. There, he sees a withered tulip. For some reason, he likens this find to the burning bush of the Exodus. He discreetly collects some seeds. A bald, sunburnt old man in a robe calls out to confront him about this. The first man denies finding anything of value. The old man continues to accost him on the matter. They arrive at a beach of profound green, the shore littered with seaweed. Not far into the deep water was an expansive sand bar. Anyway, the younger man makes a claim that he found tulip seeds at a swamp much further away from the previous area. The old man is outraged, and calls him out on the lie. He then chases the other man into the high waves.

Dreamlet to dream. Dream re-entry into the same island mentioned above. This time, the waves were far calmer, though still congested with plant life. I walk towards the sand bar. I could feel the pressure and coolness of the waves, its briny vapor stinging my throat. Yet, I felt no dampness, as if water failed to stick onto my skin. Once on the bar, I strode on the water out to the greater blue sea. I anticipated some enemy would attack. On cue, a huge saltwater crocodile torpedoed at me from below. I dodged the beast, watching as it jumped over four meters into the air. I leaped after it, and grappled with the animal. I then flew us high up, arriving near the sky almost instantly. To much amusement, the crocodile suddenly changed into a big plush copy of itself. I hurled it far into the horizon. Then, I raised a a pillar of water from below, a cylinder about 1m diameter in depth and standing as high as I was floating. I froze the pillar into an icy pole, and began sliding all the way down. I'd thoughts to phase through, but decided I needed a bigger surface. As I was nearing the water, I thought maybe the sea floor would do? I soon hit the ocean. But, instead of piercing through, I wake up instantly.

Created Tuesday 07 November 2023

Got a dream and some fragments today. I feel so motivated for dreams again. It's that same enthusiasm I had when I genuinely started LD practices all that time ago. I want to try and maintain that passion, without any baggage of ambition and distraction I've had in that interval...

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Wandering around locally during dusk. There were very different looking buildings in the shopping plazas, and far more of them in the spaces that should be empty. There was also another pond near the intersection. It looked more like a dirty marsh.

Riding around town via public transit during a clear afternoon. Seemed like a lot of aimless wandering.

Playing an MvC2 match. I thought my opponent was an old friend. I was using Magneto, Storm, Cyclops on player two side. He was using Magneto and I believe Cable, with Sentinel as an anchor. The background was The Abyss. I'm sure IRL he's way better at me in this game than I'll probably ever be. It came to a surprise when I not only took the initiative, but that he didn't respond to my fumbling a faux Rom-loop (used medium punches instead of light kicks; shouldn't be possible). I did a bunch of lazy day one resets to keep the pressure going. I finished with a no-confirm thrown out super, which he responded with his own. A silly DHC escalation followed, ending with my Cyclops beating out his Cable. A similar event happened later on. I reduced him down to his Sentinel, which he played substantially better. He got me with some solid Rocket Punch fly loops. I was left with a low health Magneto. More cheesy resets got me the win.

Spoiler for It's a long one:

Dream 1 - Incursion of the Wicked God

Several forgotten scenes before this point. The visuals were mostly clear. I was walking through the hallways of an office tower, the floors green and walls white. Another figure was with me. This just so happened to be God of Destruction Beerus from Dragon Ball Super. He alone was displayed in anime style, contrasting the realistic surroundings. I was supposedly acquaintances with him. Still, I chose my actions carefully, lest I unwittingly incur his wrath. I "understood" that we were looking for a certain food stall. Indeed, we did pass a few kiosks along the way.

"Are we almost there yet?", Beerus asked.

"Yes. It's close."

One stall we were nearing seemed very suspicious. On closer look, there was some faint, dark aura emanating from it. Suddenly, it began to shudder in place. A strange, rippling force roils out, enveloping the God of Destruction before he could respond. Soon, he's trapped in some kind of floating panel, inside of which was an entire extra-dimensional plane of glowing violet. And then, a feminine voice echoes from the other side, cackling in a squeaky laugh. Beerus' eyes furrow into a serious expression. He mutters a name I couldn't comprehend. Whatever it was, Beerus presented them with an unpleasant appellation. "The Wicked God", if I'm remembering it correctly.

"This is my world now!", asserted the chortling voice.

The portal slowly began to close. As it did, Beerus turned to me, his gaze stoic, almost peculiarly relaxed. "Mortal, this planet's fate is left to you. Now run." With these words, the panel closes, and vanishes.

Following sound advice, I turned tail and and rushed to find an exit. I glanced back, where I saw that the evil force was steadily spreading its corruption. Every surface it touched was immediately covered in some kind of pink ectoplasm. On closer look, this had semblance of pulsating flesh, complete with veins blue and red. It was further accompanied by a cacophony of horrible moans, surging exponentially in volume as it drew near. All the more reason to hurry!

After a minute of sprinting, it seemed I'd a good lead away from the horror. Instead, I found that the corruption was approaching from almost all sides. Every visible passageway seemed to lead to a dead end. With my choices dwindling, I took the nearest closed door. This took me to an alcove. By chance, this had a window out. I peeked down, only to see I was miles above ground. How tall was this building?! Well, no other option. Looks like I'm gonna have to jump!

Only a few seconds of descending allowed me to finally see what was below. It seemed to be a bare dirt lot. A decent size for a normal apartment building, but comically narrow for a structure this big. To my left and right, the building's granite-colored walls partially enclosed the lot in narrow wings, these probably having just enough vlocume to fit a room on each floor. Awkward architecture, but that was the least of my worries, as I saw the windows of each floor zooming past me.

"Oh God.", I grumbled. "I'm gonna have to 'Baki' my way out of this, won't I?" After briefly glancing around, I decided that trying to cling on the left wing was a better gamble. "Bye bye, soles of my shoes..." I noticed then I was wearing white sneakers with green soles. Since when did I own these? I'd also some dark colored sweat clothing. Regardless, I'd urgent matters. Extending my legs, I thrust my feet on the wall. I was bounced away a few times, but eventually, I was able to slide down, slowing my fall substantially. Despite all the smoke-hot friction, my shoes made it out intact. Heck, I was equally amazed and grateful that my legs weren't mulched into tomato sauce.

I then found myself dangling on a concrete window sill. There was still a ten story climb down. Quite a climb, yet only a mere fraction of what I'd dropped from. I now noticed a cast-iron fence gating the lot, built all the way to my level. This too seemed nonsensical at the time. At least it would make for better handholds.

I made it down to around the three story level. Immediately outside the lot was a pathway between apartment buildings, all bordered by rickety picket fences that'd long lost their coating of paint. To my right were urban streets. Some retail-under-apartment buildings were visible across the road, a few shops covered with roller doors. Despite the shabby conditions, there was a surprising lack of graffiti.

Anyway, more clambering. I made it to around the second level, when there was a sudden disturbance below. That evil energy was amiss, evinced to the disturbing sounds of tearing flesh. The wooden fences folded, and collapsed on a pile towards the lot. From the debris, a figure steps out. It was a light skinned girl in her early teens, if that, standing no higher than 5' tall. Her blonde wavy hair was cut at shoulder length. She wore a Victorian-era styled dress, colored white and lined in red. This was the Wicked God. Pure evil, disguised in the form of an innocent waif.

"You're too late.", she yelled with a lilting voice.

The girl, smiling warmly, waved and gestured for me to go to her. I froze momentarily to contemplate my situation. Should I attack? Should I run? No. Don't provoke her. It's probably what she expects. Stay calm, do what she says, humor her for a bit. Buy time until you can find a way out of this. Shouting back, I agreed to meet with her.

I continued climbing, if reluctantly, turning my attention to any handholds on my way down. Once there was only about 10ft left, I made a wide jump atop the pile of wooden wreckage. But, the being wasn't there. "Hello?", I called out.

Then, from behind, it jumped at me with a terrible screech. Now, the creature's face was distorted into a horrific countenance. Her eyes were sunken deep into her skull, the sockets and lid peeled inside out. Furthermore, her lips were stretched far past human proportions. Yet, her teeth, impeccably white and straightened, remained normal.

I recoil, and scream. Only barely do I keep from losing it entirely. "Gah! You coulda scared me to death"! I gasped desperately for air.

The spirit chuckles, as her face reverts back to normal. "You won't go that easily.", she responds. That wasn't very encouraging. The girl walks past me towards the building. As she did, I discerned that she wore black leather punk boots. Anyway, she extends her hand at me. "Shall we?" I take a deep breath, and comply. Her skin, pasty, yet not unnaturally pale, was nonetheless oddly clammy. Her grasp was sensitive. So frail. Fragile. Like a withering daisy. Part of me thought I could break her in half, and get this whole matter over with. But deep down, I knew that was wishful thinking. Whatever this thing was, I was only looking at a very small fragment of its entirety. I would've just been snuffing out a tiny spark within an inferno.

She lead me into the nearest door back into the supersized skyscraper. We were met with a u-shaped stairway, constructions mostly of wood. I followed her up. Besides poor lighting, nothing seemed amiss at first glance. But as I ascended further, I noted a faint violet hue. It was the only sign I wasn't in Kansas anymore.

After making it up a level, my captor/host speaks. "Could you help me pick out clothes those kids wore in the 90's?", she asked. "When this is done, I'm gonna do a dance. And I wanna look so cute doing that!"

I didn't even bother trying to find reason in this, choosing instead to fire out my surface thoughts. "We could probably try that now. You know, I think I saw a clothing store earlier. It was across the street. We could turn around and-"

"Mortal,", the waif interjects jadedly. "It would take eons to explain the intricacies and morphology of a nether being to one such as you." Ouch.

"Well, I was just trying to be help. I mean it's not that far..." I trailed off from there.

We walk for a bit longer. Then, the fell deity began muttering a reminder to herself. "Let's see, what did I need again? Black Baptists? Red Priests? Some goblins? Field[?] raiders?" She repeated this a few times.

I 'recalled' one-upping such opponents in previous scuffles. "That doesn't sound so bad", I thought to myself.

The girl glances back at me, as if she'd read my mind. "Oh, and Banko[?] gods.", she blurts loudly, sly grin on her face.

"Yeah, that would do it...", I sighed. No idea what those things were, only that they would spell certain doom. All things considered, I felt quite composed. I was only a bit miffed, at worst.

At the third floor, I'm finally pulled out of the stairway and pointed to another door. The Wicked God opens it for me. "After you.", she implores. I take a deep breath, and step forth.

The dream suddenly goes black. A faint impressions of a hallway lingered momentarily. Before I knew it, I wake up.

Created Sunday 05 November 2023

It's been far too long since I shared anything on the forums. Time I fix that.

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In a condo complex during night. There was a group of people around, mostly of college age. There was talk of forming a DnD campaign. Everyone was very interested, though I was concerned it would've been too many players to be enjoyable for long. Judging from the builds people were spitballing, the group were really bad at optimization. At least two wanted to play Monks or awkward Monk multiclass, and one or two unironically thought the Champion was a powerful choice. For some reason, I started climbing up the wall of a three story building. I made it to the roof in mere seconds. Then, I tried to make a leap across to another building. The dream ended then and there. My waking thoughts were then muddled about DnD character optimization for some time.

Work stuff.

Dreamlet to dream. FA in bed. I suspected something was amiss. I look down at the mattress. But, instead of just seeing sheets, I find I was looking at a reflection of myself. This mirrored version was wearing black clothes, contrasted by the white ceiling. I was perplexed momentarily, before I asserted that this was indeed a dream state. I hurried up and out, only to walk into the void. The dream collapsed immediately. Re-entry a minute later, using calls to my guide as an anchor.

Dream 1 - Turbulant Fall, Calm Shore

The visuals were very dark. re-entry in bed. I call to my guide. As anticipated, E's voice echoed around me, first faintly, then more crescendo into dizzying volume. "This way", she repeated. "Over here". At first, her words seemed to be at the head of my mattress. It then shifted to my left. I roll towards there, and fall to the void. In doing so, the voice ceased.

I initially descended without much emotion; I've done this many times before. It seemed I was taking way longer than normal to see any change. To pass the time, I started yelling. Some concerns then made me notice my sleeping body, particularly in how I was sleeping on my side. To turn my attention away from this, I began screaming much more passionately, while I used my remaining strength to pivot into an elbow drop. Macho Madness, baby!

Wind resistance dramatically began to build up. Thinking to practice for the next DV Competition, I try plummeting so fast as to form plasma around me. Instead, I was shunted into a glowing wormhole, an ethereal tunnel swirling in violet and deep blue. I anticipated a warp, while still focusing intently on creating energy. This passage was also taking quite a bit of time. More doubts set in. I let out one final shout of defiance. It's then I noticed it was getting damp.

I promptly landed elsewhere. As I come to, I see I was ankle-deep in a shore. This was a shallow sea of calm waves, seemingly endless on all sides. The light of dawn glared in my eyes, almost muting all colors into grey; only faint traces of brown, red, yellow, and blue remained. A rush of emotions fluttered within me. Moist poignant was... nostalgia? I don't recall ever having seen anything like this, yet I felt as if I'd wistful memories here. This was accompanied with feelings of joy, melancholy, longing, and a strange foreboding. I had to collect myself quickly, lest I was completely given in.

For a moment, I was numbed. I needed to focus to steadily start feeling the cool water beneath me. I ambled slowly forward. As I did, I remembered I'd still not controlled an element. Guess water was it this run. Raising my arm, I tried raising a stream in kind towards my palm. To my surprise, I'd instead lifted up a colossal wave. It formed a few city block away, and was of like width. Wouldn't have taken much time to crash upon me. As it neared, I lowered my arm. The wave immediately settled down, and dispersed harmlessly. That's a relief.

I walked aimlessly for a bit longer. More unease lingered in the back of my mind. This brought feelings of guilt for some reason, as if I was unworthy to have this experience...

Before I could correct such thoughts, the dream fades. Another re-entry attempt, but it was inconclusive.

Created Wednesday 14 December 2022

Got fragments and a DILD today.

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At a mall's parking garage. For some reason, I punch through a wall that I thought lead into a maintenance closet. Instead, this unsealed a secret chamber filled with mummies. I conflated all this with Minecraft for some reason.

Dreamlet to dream. I was in some desert wasteland. I get attacked by some type of magical foe (a witch/evil priest?). I zoom to avoid their attacks. Then, I fly up sky high, and dive down to deliver a mach punch. It missed, but the result created a massive shockwave, leaving behind a great crater. I repeated this maneuver a few more times. The sensation got too (frighteningly) intense to just be a pre-dream state, but I was too caught up in the moment to realize.

At work.1 Some guy was being a loud-mouthed asshole. I got incensed, enough so that I marched up to him and winded for a punch. Suddenly, that guy morphed into my brother. I got really confused, but only thought to walk away.

Dream 1 - Ogress Battle Awareness

Dreamlet to dream. The visuals were blurred. I was trekking up a dusty mountain during daytime. I got bored, and tried imagining an opponent to fight. Just then, a huge figure clambers up from the valley below. This was a semi-nude ogress, a fat, frumpy woman with dark stringy hair and mottled, sun damage skin, standing about 60ft in height. Her appearance fizzled and warped before settling on a more permanent form. Feeling the vibrations of her footsteps convinced me this was a full dream.

Soon, the scowling, crooked-teethed giantess made blatant her intent to eat me. Good enough justification to fight back. Taking the initiative, I fly past then circle around her, avoiding her wide swipes with ease. She eventually lost track of me during the melee. As she bumbled around, I wind a good distance behind her, then deliver a rocket-speed aerial tackle on the back of her left knee. The troll-woman's stance faltered, though she didn't quite fall over. I rush with some rapid flying kicks on her backside, but this was resisted completely.

My opponent soon regained her footing. Growling in rage, she gave chase. So I glided away, keeping well away from arm's reach, though I couldn't really shake her off. So, taking the offensive again, I arced back to deliver a flying elbow at her knee. I continued pummeling her joint, and before long, the giant hag fell over prone. Landing beneath her, I winded up for a skyward upper. But, before I could finish off the monster, the dream deteriorated.

Created Monday 12 December 2022

Got a good DILD and a fragment.

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Outside a superstore at night time. There was some commotion at the entrance.

In an unknown apartment suite. This was supposedly an aunt's place. There were a bunch of other people there, visitors for a party and guests staying for the holidays. There were a lot of kids creating quite a bit of mess. At one point, I ate a pretty good pig in a blanket. Later, I saw my aunt and several other women preparing finger sandwiches. They looked amazing, though it would be a while until they were all prepared. I went back to the lounge, where I noticed a huge pile of dirty laundry, mostly damp beachwear. I "recalled" being in such a place earlier that day. Near that, there was a terrible leak in the ceiling. My aunt hurried to try and contain this problem, all while rushing back to the kitchen for more food preparation, and start some laundry. I felt horrible at seeing her so stressed. I got up to try and help with the leak and laundry. Warp. Vague scene of being in a beach. Warp to below.

Dream 1 - DreamViews Winter Competition 2022 - Night 11

The visuals were dim. I was the unlit hallway of an apartment building's during night time. Several filled trash bags were in my hands to dump. Soon, the lack of lighting made me very suspicious. I make it to the end of the hallway to look out a window. Below blinked the lights of office towers and huge LED displays. Just how big was this apartment building, anyway? And when did I get here? Asking these questions made me aware.

Without hesitation, I jumped out the window to swoop down through the city streets. Music starts playing, which I recognized as an instrumental version of Battlecry by Judas Priest. I end up floating through a fancier area in this part of town, a dusk sky now brightening the view. Fresh snow was dusted on the vehicles and building canopies. As I stopped to appreciate the view, it suddenly began to lightly precipitate. This presented an opportunity. Raising my arm dramatically, I called to the dream, yelling "blizzard!" Nothing seemed to happen. Figured this command could take a bit to take effect. I continued along, when the snowfall and wind began to pick up to just the minimum of snowstorm level. Satisfactory, I thought. But then, a thundering gust swept through the streets, bringing with it blinding snow. Only then did I really start to feel the chill, and I could barely even keep afloat from all the wind.

When I could take no more, I commanded the dream to teleport me away. The storm receded, though it seemed I was in the same place. After waiting patiently for a few seconds, I continued. I soon arrived near a highway. In a blink, a glaciated bridge appeared from nowhere. I fly through it, to find myself in a completely different highway. Now, the surroundings were that of a golden plains under a clear afternoon sky. Trees of unusual make sparsely lined the roads. These generally had the shape of palms, only their bark was of mahogany, while its leaves were bundles of redbud tree seed pods drooping and held together by mysterious means. This ridiculous sight left me in a giggling fit, from which I forcibly recovered, lest I disrupt the dream too much.

Anyway, I moved on to trying a TOTY. I try teleporting once again, this time to the Dream Base. After a wait, the surroundings change in a blink. I now found myself in a seaside highway. High-rises, gigantic stone braziers, and innumerous other kinds of strange structures protruded from the waters and beyond. But, none of these resembled what I was looking for. I leap to the horizon in search of our base. Along the way, I spot a colossal structure of ancient Greek design, of which depicted a woman in a robe and cloak. Even though this was by far the tallest structure around, it paled in comparison to our Arcology. Still, I thought floating up to its max height would reveal something in the distance. I began ascending around the statue, but things soon got very unstable.

In an instant, I found myself bounding in deep space. No TOTY this run, it seemed. Oh well, at least I guaranteed the advanced flight task for the comp. I took a moment to gaze at the cosmos, when I noticed starless nebula not too far off (relatively speaking). I zoom into it, and within seconds, arrived inside the (likely unrealistic) space cloud. Experiencing this swirling violet left me in awe.

Soon, I snapped out of this trance, as I was now reminded of a goal. I called out to my guide construct, D. Steadily, a deep blue glint phased in view, before it manifested into a massive figure. This was indeed the obsidian construct, sized at roughly 200ft. in height. Yet, she wasn't exactly as I'm used to (more, longer, and thicker horns instead of flaming hair; dozens of hands in place of leathery wings). A deep blue light glistened from her black skin, giving her an even darker visage.

"What do you seek?", echoed her guttural voice within my mind.

"Absorb the void, please."

The stoic construct gave no response. Instead, she turned away, and in several large "footsteps", faded deep into the space dust. Before she vanished entirely from view, I darted myself straight within the grasp of one of her many hands. This time, it felt more stone than skin. The fog began dispersing gradually, enough to see more clearly. It's then that D suddenly lifted me to face level. And wow, was that an unsettling view. I thought I've long been desensitized to monstrous and demonic-looking things in my dreams. But that... scowl I witnessed as my construct sucked up stardust... Yeah, it really caught me off- guard.

Being rattled so, I lost hold of the dream, and woke up immediately.

Created Sunday 11 December 2022

Got a short DILD and a few fragments today.

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Dragon Ball dream.1 Bulma and Goku enter a suburban house. There, they meet Fortuneteller Baba much earlier than they should've. The witch badgers them into doing some chores. When the kids were done, she rewards them with a blue modem cable. This, Baba claim, would allow them to connect to the internet with any device, even non-computerized ones. Timeskip. The duo go to Master Roshi's house, which was also located in a suburbs. They call for the old hermit, but he wasn't home. They decide to leave him the magic modem cable as a gift for him.

At a sports stadium watching a baseball game. Mom and Jethro were there. Later, this lean light skinned dark haired guy starts harassing Jethro. The jerk goes nuts, and starts attacking my brother. I intervene, yet somehow, that guy was strong enough to not only hold us both back, but also to lift the two of us off the ground. He tosses us down into the field. It was a long fall before hitting the ground. Warp. I'm back at my seat. None of this commotion ever happened. I get up, and go to the food court/concourse. For some reason, I go all the way around the opposite side of the stadium to find a certain stand. There, I find a gate sealed with a roller door. Curious, I open this up, to find this lead to a seating aisle sealed off to the rest of the public. A security guard (who looked more like a blonde surfer dude in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts ensemble and wearing shades) was standing there, back facing me. He soon turns around, and spots me skulking around. I get spontaneously aware. To score point (and also to avoid unnecessary trouble), I literally rewind the dream, tape scratching sound and all. Events play backwards at dizzying speeds, until I'm halfway down the concourse again, where time is restored. I think of what to do, but after about twelve seconds of pondering things over, the dream collapses.

Watching a supposed live action Boondocks movie. Zoom in a Compton suburbs during daytime. This place looked an awful lot like the neighborhood in Friday. Anyway, Robert Freeman (played by the late John Witherspoon, who voiced the same character, and also starred in Friday) was watering his lawn. Soon, a car pulls up, dropping off his grandsons , Riley and Huey. They retained their voice from the cartoon series, despite being played by unknown young actors. Also there was Lamilton. He bragged about how the three snuck into a rated R movie. He tries to get the Freeman boys up to other antics, but they were fed up with him, so Lamilton just goes home. Robert overheard what was said, and was quite upset. He pulls out an airhorn, and sounds it right at the ears of his grand sons. He then yells at them for doing what he told them not to. The two argue that they were roped into Lamilton's whims. They also noted how that other kid was batshit insane. Granddad wanted none of it. Just then, a traffic incident occurs. The two drivers, irate with each other, blocked the road, shouted at each other, and honked their horns. Robert complains about all the noise in his neighborhood, and does likewise.

At work. The Christmas party was underway. This caught me off guard, as I was sure it was happening in two weeks. Someone else told me it was actually occurring at the 11th (impossible, given that it was scheduled for a Monday; the 11th is today, a Sunday). I was sure embarrassment was to ensue, as I had no gift for that Secret Santa nonsense.

Created Friday 09 December 2022

Got a DILD and some fragments today. I'll tally up the score as a few inquiries about the competition are clarified.

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Vaguely recall playing games.

Something about work. Some former co-workers were around.

Walking south between 97th and 88th street during a grey day. There was some commotion, compelling me to hide. I see some people picking reeds. Around then, I start feeling itchy. Some man said something about fire ants.

Dream 1 - DreamViews Winter Competition 2022 - Night 8

Scene 1 - The Unphasable Jock
The visuals were dim. I was in an ancient complex, the constructions made of stone, lit braziers sitting atop cast-iron stands providing scant lighting. Soon, I stumble upon a small ramshackle town square type area. Purveyors had set up shop behind makeshift counters made of crates. Most distinct among them was a tall cloaked man wearing a beaked skull for a mask, a wide brimmed hat on his head. Speaking to me in a suspicious whisper, he presses on me a request to join a "gauntlet". Sounded quite interesting, but I decided to hold off for the moment.

Just then, this huge, fat, light skinned, auburn haired guy wearing jeans and a striped shirt looms over me. Sizing me up, he snatches papers I happened to have in hand. He glances over a few things, and makes mockery of what I'd supposedly written. Two of his cronies, some short goony looking guys, laugh along with him. I was as baffled as I was annoyed at such a stereotypical jock attitude. I demanded he give back my belongings, but he paid no heed, and seated himself on stone benches to peruse some more. Frustrated, I projected shadowy energy near him, which I erected into a huge drill as a scare tactic. Once again, the jock dismissed my gesture.

Spontaneously, I get aware. Thinking of tasks, I draw a dollop of the conjured shadow on my hand. The inky dark speck began slithering around each of my limbs. Through intent, I announced this was no mere shadow, but was in fact the shapechanging spirit, Eddie (from Guilty Gear). Sure enough, the glob expanded, then shaped itself into the Forbidden Beast's usual form, that of a crawling, black gargoyle-shark thing just over knee-high. Looked kinda weird to see him from top-down, especially his fins, which looked much thinner and sharper than I'd imagine. Anyway, I command Eddie to spook that nearby jerk. The creature expanded its jaws and distended its arms and claws as it growled. However, even this wasn't enough to phase that mouth-breathing jock, who merely waved me off in annoyance. Whatever. Don't care anymore.

I then went back to the skull-masked man, and agreed to participate in his gauntlet. He nods silently. Soon, I felt an imminent warp. I allowed such to occur.

Scene 2- Shadow Gauntlet
Similar visuals. In a blink, I was immediately teleported to the courtyard of a different fortress, this one of Gothic design, a starless night sky the only source of illumination. Lines of tall walls crated maze-like hallways at all sides. Eddie didn't show up with me.

I round a corner, when suddenly, a monster charges at me. This appeared as a fanged lizardman, its bulging shoulders contorting it into a shambling hunchback. Acting quick, I, once again, projected a large shadowy drill to interpose between us. The beastman dodges, if was still nicked, by the attack. When it stumbled at close range, I conjured Eddie. The spirit rose with its claws outstretched on an elongated arm, striking my opponent true. I followed up with a palm upper of my own, a blow mighty enough to launch the lizardman several meters into the air. I leaped to chase it higher, where I grabbed it by its head, then slammed it down face-first into the stone pavement. I continued by grabbing its leg, and bashing it around some more. Next, I had Eddie form into a puddle to trap my enemy. I was gonna continue wailing on it, but found there was no need, as it was already quite dead.

I continue towards a gate, when the dream started blacking out. Soon, I woke up.

Created Wednesday 07 December 2022

Got an LD and some fragments today. It took a hell of a long WBTB, but I think it was worth it.

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FA upstairs. I was strained and exhausted from my obsessive attempts at LDs. I make continual attempts at rolling to the floor, without success. There were moments where I suddenly felt something, whereupon I "awakened" abruptly.

Dream 1 - DreamViews Winter Competition 2022 - Night 6

Scene 1 - Rubber Walls
The visuals were slightly blurred. FA in an unknown bed. Instead of a bedroom, I was in a vast living room of a huge one-story house, the ceiling high, floor orange tiles, and furnishings spread far apart. Supposedly, this was my brother Victor's new place. Mom and my niece Linda were around, and I also saw my cousin Sarah and her daughter in the area. There was a lot of chattering, frustrating my attempts at getting back to "sleep" for a chance at LDs. Eventually, I caved, and got up.

I asked Victor about the local area. He told me about a shopping center nearby, much closer than compared to his "old" home. My brother also mentioned a particular site there (can't recall what). Interested, I think to check the place out. I try remembering where my belongings were. This leads to a nagging feeling that I'd forgotten something important. I pondered this over, and despite the sense of urgency, continued doing so for minutes on end. My thoughts stumble to the topic of dreams, and thus, leads me to do a casual breathing reality test. This proved inconclusive. But, this didn't matter, as my suspicions quickly developed to awareness.

With the competition in mind, I leap backwards to phase through a window leading to the house's backyard. I recalled I needed to actually see myself going through a surface. So, I try charging through a frosted glass wall haphazardly placed between a patio and the greater yard. Upon reaching close, a force kept me running a place. I make a desperate leap to the wall, when the glass suddenly took on a molten, rubbery, almost gooey consistency. Trudging the inch, I spin forward, risking my getting enveloped by this oozing glass. To much relief, I finally make it through.

I find myself in a huge backyard spanning many acres, its palisade wood fence nearing the day's horizon. Wasn't much to see, though, just a bunch of trimmed grass. Only a screen roof shed broke the monotony. I made my way there, when the dream begins to deteriorate. I concentrate on my breathing to stabilize the dream, and await a warp.

Scene 2 - Aqua Mania Ball
Similar visuals. I was inside that house again. Linda was nearby, dressed in white clothing. She looked considerably younger than she should be. My niece complains of boredom. So, I start tossing her around. On a lark, I chuck her much further than should be possible, throwing her almost to the 5 meter tall ceiling, then hurling her safely atop a lazy chair about 10 meters out. Dream or otherwise, I wasn't comfortable about the thought of endangering her, so I stopped that to do other things.

I set out a side door. As per my three-step task, I begin to fly. I float through a floral hedge wall and under a stone gate, then over a suburbs. Soon, I arrive at a highway ramp spanning over a calm bay, sparse clouds at the distance in a cool dawn sky. Swooping down for a closer look of the road, I realize this ramp was actually an overtly long bridge. Anyway, I recalled I needed to fly fast to get points. So, I pick up speed, going about 200mph, easy, well above the pace of the few vehicles racing through the area. For extra ambience, I had the dream play suiting music. Soon, the intro theme from Sonic Mania began sounding. Since I'm not too familiar with this song, my mind began filling in the blanks. The music bridged into a jazz metal piece, of which I'm quite sure I've never heard. A lengthy kick-ass guitar solo that captivated me for minutes on end. Good times!

Snapping out of my trance, I move on to task three: element manipulation. I charge energy at my hand, and fire it as a ki-blast down to the waters. For extra thoroughness (not sure if 'ki' counts as an element for the sake of this competition), I began drawing the liquid into the ki. I then gathered both matter and energy above my raised palm, an exorbitant glowing mass, hovering over me as an orb a city block in diameter. I fired the combined water-ki ball down to the greater bay. The waters separates, then orbits around the ball in numerous streams, before spraying around as jets in all directions. When the sphere made contact with the waves below, the bridge and other surroundings suddenly became a sea. A vortex formed beneath me, which slowly spiraled upwards, and before long, I was surrounded. I suspected the dream was collapsing. So, I awaited another warp.

I woke up briefly. Dream re-entry seconds later.

Scene 3 - Hugging Summon
The visuals were slightly blurrier. I was in the aforementioned house once again. Soon, I try a personal task. For this sake, I attempt to summon D. I hug empty air in front of me, when, to my pleasant surprise, the obsidian construct steadily blinked in view. She wasn't manifested quite to spec (bald instead of blue flame hair; no leather wings or horns; only shoulder height instead of gigantic in stature). Oh well, being present is more than good enough for me. Her skin was also warmer than human's, unusual, but also quite comforting. Anyway, I ask for help in more tasks. The construct assents without question.

With the groundwork underway, I float us both to an opened hatch-style window above the front door. I squeeze us outside, when the sun glared to blinding intensity. Soon, I woke up.

Created Sunday 16 October 2022

Had a fun LD this morning.

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Something about being in an electronics store.

At home during dusk. It occurred to me I was very late to work. I got super upset.

Dream 1 - Atomic Apartment Fight LD

The visuals were a bit dim. I was riding around in urban streets, brick apartments on each side, downtown office towers at the horizon of a dusk sky. Both my brothers were there, as was possibly another familiar person. Soon, I noticed some interesting clouds in the distance, numerous and swirling with many faded colors. This sight almost makes me aware. As a reality test, I talk nonsense about taking images to 3D print them out into reality. One of my bros responds with more inanity, affirming the dream state.

Anyway, I waited for the vehicle to stop. As soon as it did, I ran to the nearest apartment building. I went through dark hallways, and up a series of likewise poorly lit stairs. I then made it into a concrete hallway, the dusk's light peeking in from an un-walled opening in the distance. As I made my way there, a menacing battle theme began playing. I stop, darting around warily.

Just then, I spot movement in the darkness. The shadow drew close enough to be discerned. This was a huge cockroach, easily the size of a Labrador. I poised myself for a fight, while having the dream sound the battle theme from Breath of Fire 3 for added atmosphere. Taking the initiative, I fired atomic rays of faint green-yellow color, dangerous enough to harm living things without risk of accidentally starting a fire. I aimed carefully, but the creature darted around too erratically to easily hit. It zipped all around the walls and ceiling, losing no momentum as it approached. The giant insect got too close for comfort. The thought of it jumping on my face filled me with dread. Desperately, I swiped around, until finally, the beam struck true. I put more force behind the blast, pinning it down. That monster flailed in pain, until finally, it was reduced into a smoldered husk. A triumphant fanfare (the victory theme from the above-mentioned game) sounded. For extra flair, I levitated the desiccated corpse above and behind me, where I had it burst into dazzling sparks as I posed dramatically. Stylish!

With that settled, I continue onward. Now, a remixed version of Magma Man's theme from Megaman 9 was playing. Anyway, I was rounding the corner, when another figure interposed. This was some skinny, mohawked shirtless punk, and he didn't seem too happy. The scoundrel, unsurprisingly, charges right at me. I evade his swipes, then retaliate with an energy-enhanced upward palm strike. This attack KO's him instantly.

I finally arrive outside. Now, I see I'm atop a narrow concrete wall, barely enough width to make a walkway. Below me was a yard, which the wall fenced, as well as a few empty lots. This path lead to another part of the building. So, continue I following along. But, soon enough, more assailants appeared. Most of these just seemed like gangly, wimpy teens. That they were so overconfident and aggressive seemed contrived even at this moment. Anyway, as each approached, I deflected their attacks with tiresome ease, and took them out one by one with single super-powered taps. One of these kids ended up tumbling over. Whoops. Oh well...

I eventually made it to the third corner, where some other simpering punk tried their hand. But, when I countered, the walls suddenly began toppling over. Did I overdo it? I clung for dear life as the platforms crumbled around me. When I come to, I'm knee deep in concrete rubble. I brush myself off, and look for another way up.

There was now a worried crowd gathered in these lots. No doubt local residents evacuating their homes. I spotted a young mother (light skinned, dark hair) with a crying baby in her arms. Feeling guilty about causing this mess, I thought the least I could do was calm the child down. So, I projected relaxing rays to sooth them. In an instant, the baby went to placid sleep. Felt pretty good resolving part of this dream without violence. But, comforting or not, it'd only just occurred to me then that atomic radiation was probably not the safest means to do this...

I then started feelings my real-life eyes opening up. Try as I might, I couldn't stop that from happening. I woke up promptly.

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Spectator mode. Scene of people waiting for a plane to take off. There's an announcement that there will be delays.

Created Friday 23 September 2022

Woof. Quite a big gap since the last time I posted. Well, better get to it then.

Spoiler for Lots o' text:

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Something about Seinfeld?

Gameplay for a mid 90's 2D arcade-style beat-em-up/platformer game. Thematically, it resembled 90's superhero comics mixed with horror sci-fi. Most major characters were mutants of some kind, including the protagonists. Cut to the final levels taking place in some fancy, velvet carpeted office building. At the top floor awaited a Frankenstein's monster type character, a brute sewn together with the mismatched limbs of grotesquely mutated humans. On his defeat, he's left in a daze, blood seeping through his orifices. A cutscene follows, in which, a bunch of enemies ambush the protagonists. The boss recovers, captures the heroes and other characters, and leaves them trapped in individual capsules. The vats are filled with chemicals, killing several characters off. The protagonists manage to break free. The enemies taunt the heroes, gloating that their scheme is nearing completion. The bad guys then leave, as the heroes struggle to keep footing.

Dream 1 - Megaman X 4 Minus?

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was playing a 5th gen console Megaman X game.1 At the level select screen, X himself already had all of his armor upgrades and a few weapons. Yet, none of the primary Maverick bosses were defeated, making me question the plausibility of such even at the time.

Cut to the title character in a laboratory/robot factory stage, the constructions blue steel. I test the X-Buster upgrade. It seems as if the max charge shots can interchange attacks from several different titles: the spiral shot from X1, the cross-charge shot from X3, or the plasma cannon from X4. An interesting additional feature was a temporary power-up after using max-charge shots, during which X's primary shots and mid-charge shots get stronger and gain some of the max charge shot's properties. Glittery spark effects made these attacks more visually striking.

I then traverse through the stage, which was much longer than normal. I resort to using air dashes, a dashing weapon attack, and the armor's Nova Charge attack. An exploit allowed me to use the latter more times than it should (the gauge for it was clearly depleted on screen), practically granting infinite flight. This proved necessary when faced with a particularly long spike trap.

Things warp. Now, I gain X's own perspective. From this viewpoint, the factory's walkways looked far more narrow than I'd expected. Anyway, I soon find myself at a long conveyor belt. Just then, a threatening theme sounds, the fanfare indicating a boss fight was ensuing. Instead of just one enemy, a bunch of smaller robots swarm through many chutes pocked throughout the structure. I climbed and jumped at a pillar to avoid most of them. When the enemies were clustered, I used some laser weapon that specifically fired diagonally downwards, the perfect angle to get a number of hits. As this was apparently a Giga Attack, it was limited in use. I then fired some energy burst weapon, appearing as a rising cylinder. Some upgrade allowed me to use this without limit.

Things warp again. I'm now taking part in some FMV cutscene. Now, I had the role of Zero. I was stepping out from some dark place into a large courtyard, appearing much like a greenhouse with many benches. A number of fellow Maverick Hunters were around, though they didn't appear happy. As I understood things, the latest happenings brought heavy losses among the Hunters and civilians alike.

Soon, I meet up with Iris (who happened to be alive during this event), who was especially distraught. She felt guilt for our latest setback, blaming herself for somehow being responsible for all the casualties. I assured her that these tragedies were of no fault of her own; she shouldn't beat her self up for the actions of the unjust Mavericks. But, my words failed to console her. A sullen silence followed.

The dream collapsed soon after.

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At some old city built on an ocean cliffside, imposing buildings covering the sun. I traverse up narrow, inclined alleyways.

Dream 2 - TOTY 2022 - DIY Instant Garden

The visuals were mostly clear. I was on a a dirt road in a deciduous wilderness during daytime. Soon, I noticed I was donned with Megaman X's Ultimate Armor upgrade, making me immediately aware. I rush around, enjoying the armor's features, particularly its jet boots and weapons. For some time, I'm content dashing mid-air while I shooting plasma shots at nothing in particular. Some familiar voices then echo in the distance, questioning me on where I should be. "Good question.", I respond. I then launch myself into the horizon.

My surroundings darken as I fly at blurring speeds. Along the way, I try using the Giga Crush attack. A sphere of energy envelopes me, then bursts into an explosion. It didn't cover as much area as I expected, barely creating force past a few meters.

Just then, I noticed the sight of stars all around me. I'd somehow made it well past Earth's atmosphere. This surprise left me in a momentary daze. I opted to continue forward regardless.

Soon, the darkness gives way to a blue sky roiling with thick clouds. I drop down, to land on a snowy hill. Many simple gravestones were strewn beside me on the mounds. Tried not to get too disturbed by the. On the distance to my left was a small village, a collection of plain cottages. To my right, an ocean could be seen at the horizon. Directly ahead was only more snow. I decided to check out the sea.

In an instant, I zoomed near the shores of a rocky beach. The waves were particularly large and turbulant. Wasn't keen on taking a dip in this frigid environment, so I kept a good span away from the water. I hovered by the coastline, following it in one direction. As I did, I thought of tasks. The environment reminded me of the setting for the Dream Base. And so, I looked for such.

Unwavering I dashed beside the beach, blue energy enveloping my armor. In time, the shadows of large buildings could be seen far within miles of the sea. None of these seemed to resemble my destination. I go on for about a minute, when I notice a particularly vast spiral structure complex, much larger than any man-made thing I've ever seen. At its top rested what seemed like a pole, maybe a very large lightning rod. On closer look, it was a pillar of some kind. Squinting harder, I could see what resembled a globe at its tip. Hah! There it is! Curiously, the beacon itself wasn't active. Well, one problem at a time. For now, I had a task to complete.

I launched myself towards the megacomplex, and in a single bound, made it to its base. This time, I was before a singular structure, a stone building of ancient construction that easily spanned an entire mountain range. Each level, roughly a story between each, became narrower the higher it went. From some perspective, this gave it the appearance of a Mayan pyramid, if of infinitely larger proportions. In other viewpoints, it seemed like a staircase for giants. Speaking of stairs, I found no obvious way to elevate the building, nor of any immediate entrance. I resorted to jumping and climbing between each level (I somehow forgot I could fly). I scale all the way to the tenth level, where I finally find a way inside.

Taking a deep breath, I enter. Great anticipation almost made me lose hold of the dream, the surroundings getting darker. I constantly reassured myself I was in the Dream Base, exploring its garden. Things clarify soon. Now, I found myself in a long, narrow room. The constructions here were primarily made of clay, and seemed of Babylonian architecture. On the floor's stone surface was also a number of garden plots, narrow wooden beams forming rectangular templates and filled with dirt of almost pitch black. Bingo!

However, these plots were plainly empty. I haphazardly point around, when suddenly, a number of sprouts grew! Joyfully, I "paint" the dirt with more young plants. Some AR interface gave me an option for a variety of things to grow. For the moment, I opted simply between some kind of berry vine on the plots, as well as a type of decorative fern near the walls. Being terrible at interior decoration, the results ended up looking kinda messy. "No matter", I thought. "So long as something grew."

Once there was not much space to fill, I went to the far end of the room, to find a doorway. I went through, and found myself in a winding hallway, an array of many more doorways opening with no end in sight. I glanced into some of these, to find more narrow rooms with their own garden plots. One of these rooms was unique in that it had no such features. Instead, it appeared to be a squat bedroom. There was just enough room to fit a single bed and a few shelves. The bed's frames, and the other constructions, were made of unfurnished wood. Yet, the mattress itself looked to be of contemporary work. The sight of a pile of split lumber made it obvious this section was still a work in progress.

Wary of getting lost, I made it back to my original garden section. The plants were still no larger than they were before. Feeling impatient, I motioned my finger to create a holographic clock. I turned the hands in the ethereal device rapidly in hopes of speeding up time. Even though it was the intent, I was still surprised to find this spell worked. Before me, I saw the sprouts becoming larger and fuller. In seconds, I was surrounded by berry-filled vines, while ferns of tall, razor-shaped leaves decorated the sides. There was very little room to move around. Again, I blamed my poor decorating skills. But hey, at least I had a garden. Task complete!

Interestingly, several other people wandered inside. They were in awe of the place, perusing every inch like gawking tourists. I entertained the thought to engage with them. But first, I wanted to sample my handiwork. I plucked a berry from the vine. It was bright yellow, roughly the size of a large grape, and shaped like a cherry. I sampled it. I found that although it was quite juicy, it wasn't very appetizing, being extremely tart and bittersweet. I'd the feeling the berries weren't quite ripe yet.

Things began to deteriorate, and the dream collapses.