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    This is where I, RelicWraith, will report my dreams for others' (dis)pleasure. As this is only a supplementary journal for me, there may be some apparently misplaced and missing log entries. Similarly, I won't bore anyone with certain sets of meta-data (ie induction techniques used, dream signs, etc.), though I'll gladly reveal as much if asked. Furthermore, any name of personally known real life figures will be replaced with ever-changing aliases.


    1. Log 3119 - Forgotten False LD, Guilty Upgrade, ...and Sand Bar Beach Awareness Fragments

      by , 11-17-2023 at 02:23 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Thursday 16 November 2023

      Got a LD re-entry and some fragments today.

      Scrap Group 1
      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.

      Updated 11-17-2023 at 02:29 AM by 89930

      lucid , dream fragment
    2. Log 3110 - Incursion of the Wicked God

      by , 11-08-2023 at 09:42 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      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...

      Scrap Group 1
      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:

      Updated 11-09-2023 at 07:02 AM by 89930

      non-lucid , dream fragment
    3. Log 3108 - Turbulent Fall, Calm Shore

      by , 11-07-2023 at 08:34 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Sunday 05 November 2023

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

      Scrap Group 1
      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.
      lucid , dream fragment