dream fragment

Created Saturday 30 July 2016

Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 1

Bleh. Not much to note on dreams, one complete one from before dawn, and a number of fragments afterwards. There was one scrap which was LD related, and another where I should have identified the state, but, oh well. That's that.

Dream 1 - Sonic Fights Some Bones

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was watching someone (my nephew?) play a 3D Sonic game, of which took place in the ruins of a destroyed present-day city.

First few minutes were spent exlporing the site and getting a handle for the controls. This included jumping around in a demolished warehouse, and grinding on a row of fallen street lamps. The stage was initially empty of any other figures, whether enemies or just background characters.

Then, as he turned a corner, he was suddenly ambushed by a gigantic, hunched hominid skeleton. Sonic's attacks were useless, and so he was forced to flee. In response, the giant chucked huge (arm or leg) bones with deadly accuracy.

At one point, outright Sonic changes into E-102 Gamma. The robot's too slow to evade the incoming projectiles, but he could redirect these by laser-blasting them away. Unfortunately, the player isn't much of a shooter. He complains of how difficult this all is, while I claim he just needed to work on his technique.

Not sure what happens until the dream ended.

20 minute WBTB. Unsuccussful.

Scrap Group 1
Several forgotten dreams connected by a group of similar false awakenings. In these, I'd "awaken" in bed with my dream guide, E, laying next to me. I was too tired and tried getting back to sleep, only for her to harass me by pushing me around and even biting me.

At home. Go Theodore's room to help him fix his computer's DVD drive. Some driver issues, I think? Claude turns up. Several media conversations, including a few comments bemoaning previously liked shows that've disappointed us as time went by. I hoped Rick and Morty wouldn't become one of such shows. Theodore states his dislike of the series for its overt use of gross humor.

Visiting Donny's place, for some reason. He's getting some games set up, when he's called in for work. Overheard his supervisor saying quite some demeaning things. Donny tried hiding his displeasure. Numerous unknown people then turned up, co-workers of his, I thought.

Claude and I are testing out a few things in D&D. We put several character builds against a Forgotten Beast (incorrect reference; that's a generated monster from Dwarf Fortress) to see how long they'd last. The last one, a Wizard, stood virtually no chance. I bemoaned how unfair this was. Claude made a snippy remark of my "needing to think a little" to overcome this. How infuriating. As I walk away, I imagine violently taking out my anger out on him. This illusion takes form, and I identify as much, yet I'm too soured to entirely realize the dream.

Created Friday 15 July 2016

There were three dreams I recalled today, including a late DILD at the end, to which I bagged this month's Bonus task. The first one is just a fragment now, though that was wilfully forgotten on my part; the first half was just kinda yucky.

Scrap Group 1
Skip gross part. Later, something of "chibi" human heads eating tiny people like candy.

Dream 1 - Don't Mind the Senseless Transition

The visuals were dim. I was wandering at a parking lot at late dusk.

As I searched for my vehicle (whatever that was), I suddenly turn up at the backseat of a car. My sister, Giane, and my brother, Terry, were there. I question how I'd no memory of getting there. Supposedly, I spaced out for a moment, during which I was taken inside said car. That didn't make much sense even at the time, yet I just left it at that.

Soon, Giane recieves a phone call. On the other line were two cousins, Carlos and Isabella, who were supposedly visiting. They wanted us to go to a restaurant to speak. Terry and I were not up to it, though I reluctantly change my mind when Carlos assured me he'd take the bill.

One highway drive later, and I go within an unknown home. This place was a bit messy, and not in good repair. Mom shows up. She claims we rented the place for a few nights as part of a vacation, I think. Most of the luggage was still packed. I look through the cupboards in the kitchen. On the higher ones, I find several plastic canisters filled with crackers. Certainly, we came more prepared than I expected.

Things get unclear. I know I wander around for a while. Not sure how the dream ends.

Dream 2 - Quick Quake

The visuals were dim. I falsely awaken in the downstairs bedroom at early dawn. Both being in this location and my inability to move makes me aware of my state.

I immediately try the earthquake TOTM by will alone. And just like that, the ground trembles with a low rumble. Such violent shaking was very uncomfortable. Even then, the surrounding furniture within and just out of the room hardly budged; they're only barely scraped sideways on the tiled floors, and nothing on or within them are toppled over.

After about ~30 seconds, I'm transitioned, though I know nothing else of what occurred until I awaken.

Created Thursday 14 July 2016

Technically, there were a total of four dreams I recalled today, one which briefly became a DILD, and another which I chained into a DEILD. I'll just count the last as a single dream. Furthermore, I've only a hint of what the first involved.

Scrap Group 1
Something about a hotel, and possibly a mall.

Dream 1 - Special Guest at the Gas Station

The visuals were mostly clear. I was working in my old gas station at late dusk. A former co-worker, Tito was also there.

This place was packed, leaving me stuck at the register. At one point, a tanned skinned woman asked for a pack of Motrin, and also buying a small bottle of water. She lugged around large black leather purse and an umbrella, and also had care of several small kids. I reached for the medicine, which was oddly placed amongst some cigarrettes. In her hurried confusion, she almost tried paying me with the Motrin pack. On correcting her, she handed me the required $2.01.

Later, an olive skinned guy was trotting along with a large, plastic, multilayed cart. Very suspicious. I went to the front door, where I for some reason leapt on the ice cream cooler to get his attention. One query on what he needed, and he dropped everything and left abruptly.

Soon, someone buzzed from outside. Out on pump 5, I believe, was a frustrated woman, a black, full-sized van behind her. Several of her kids were running around. The woman was obviously using the hose from the other side of the pump. Through the intercom, the woman complained of the card readers not working. I bade she come inside to resolve this, angering her further.

As things picked up, Jose left elsewhere for undisclosed reasons. I alone had to deal with this parade of a line. A string of transactions later, I serve a thin, short, lightly tanned, dark haired, Hispanic young lady. She'd a long nose and looked rather plain overall, and was dressed in a striped sleeveless shirt and dark spandex. In lieu of buying something, the girl introduced herself.

"I'm Nahiri. I have something to tell you, but it's gonna take a while." I only partially acknowledged her words, my concerns lying more on the ridiculously long queue behind her.

"Er... would you mind if I take care of a few people before we start?", I requested. "I'd really appreciate it." She seemed a bit annoyed. While the next customer approached, I continued.

"Nahiri, huh? That sounds familiar... [Magic - The Gathering], right? Hmmm... wait a minute..."

It clicked. I was in a dream. I made breathing test to confirm this. Unfortunately, this ends the dream immediately.

Dream 2 - Beach Ball Planet

The visuals were mostly clear. I was a passenger in an unknown vehicle, riding around locally at twilight. All of my siblings were with me.

Seems the area was different, what with all the fields and trees in place of the hospital and several communities, much like how it was over a decade ago. Furthermore, a shopping plaza was being constructed where the BJ's would be. We dropped by to look in at several of the unfinished restaurants. One was a since defunct grill restaurant. Another was a Thai restaurant, which would make two so close by. Curiously, one of these places opened prematurely. My brother, Adam, peeked inside for a take-out menu.

Unknown skip. I'm at my bedroom, the sky fully sunlit. Soon, I realized I could fly, and so I zip around the house. This spooks my sister, who was lounging downstairs. So, she left. She takes along an unknown young male who she'd charge of, as well as my baby niece, who appeared as but a newborn. They go in an old, white minivan. I levitate inside to say goodbye, and float out through the sunroof while sitting cross-legged. Could barely make it out before I got my back end scraped by the speeding van.

Next, I take to the skies, spinning and dashing through the clouds. I enjoy myself for a few minutes before I fly back down to my neighborhood. While heading home, I glance at a startled neighbor woman smiling nervously at me. Then, I notice an odd, dark figure on my roof. It seemed a twisted man-bat type creature. So, I fly up to chase it away, only to find it was just (or likely changed into) an oversized trash liner. I kicked it off, and seated myself on the roof to relax for a bit.

After that, I flew into my bedroom, where I made flying spin kicks for fun. These attempts came out awkwardly, all too high and imbalanced. Suddenly, I wake up. How disappointing. As I remember the dream, I think to myself "If I were back in and aware of the dream..."

Voip. Just like that, I'm flying high in the clouds, my neighborhood and the entire town visible far below.

"...I'd try the earthquake TOTM."

Now aware, I thought it best to get to it immediately. I dive down at mach speed, and reel my fist back to ready a punch. Out of courtesy, I tilted myself to land in my backyard. Here it comes. A big impact. I strike the Earth, and... Bop. The entire planet is punted out of orbit like a giant beach ball, with me dragged along with it. Darkness and blurred stars zoom through the sky. Heck, this takes me far enough to pass Mars, the red planet skimming dangerously close for at least a few seconds before it's scrolled out of view. I wondered what sort of climate awaited us in this new orbit. Surely, many animals would go extinct in a short timeframe.

I awaken with such thoughts in head.

Created Sunday 03 July 2016

Lots of dreams after my 6:30 AM awakening, including an especially lengthy one at the end, but, at this point, I've but scraps for most, and forgotten a number of details for that last one.

Scrap Group 1
There was a party in an unknown home I supposedly resided in. Various family members, including dad, and my uncle, Carlos, were there. Carlos invited friend of his, who turned out to an obnoxious and ignorant visitor.

Something of magic powers, card games, and betrayal.

Driving along with dad and other family members to a baseball stadium.

Something about an origin story for Lion from Steven Universe. Its manifestion occurred as a culmination of the original Crystal Gem's various traits. This may have occurred at any point before, between or after the next dream.

Dream 1 - Sequence of Simultaneous Plots

The visuals fluctuated between slightly blurred and very blurred. This was a fairly long sequence of various plots, each occurring (nearly) simultaneously.

First plot had me a passenger in a large vehicle. Various figures were in there, including several family members, and several cartoon and video game figures. Of them, I recalled Erron Black from Mortal Kombat. Someone pointed out my balding in the back corners of head. A look at the side mirrors showed me just as much. Very upsetting.

Several forgotten events later, I'm walking alone down a suburban sidewalk, a wooden fence lined throughout the block. Soon, a recognizeable male figure (who's identity I've forgotten at this point) is launched overhead of me and out of view. As I reach the corner, two figures arrive perpendicular to me. One was clearly the giant man-brute Torr, also from Mortal Kombat, while the other was Tina from Bob's Burgers. The former lacked his left glove, while the latter her left shoe. This ends with me walking into a backyard party.

Next plot was rather unclear. It involved my brother, Josef, in a Magic tournament. His matches were rather swingy, and I'm pretty sure he was eliminated before the quarter finals. Eventually, he ends up in the same the backyard party.

Another unknown skip. The next plot featured Tina. This started with her in the backyard party. She was dancing furiously, but unskillfully, amongst a group of teens. She then walks by a group of adults seated at a picnic table, where she overheard sex talk. Of particular interest to her were some comparisons between... er, endurance, and the male extremity's size. Her dad, Bob, was there, and was clearly embarrassed when he noticed her. He tries shooing his daughter away silently without revealing himself to his peers.

Cut to an isometric shot of a two layered wooden fence. Tina and Torr both walk (as gorilla, in the latter case) on opposite sides, while that familiar forgotten character is strutting along in between. All pace along at the same speed in the same direction, and all knew nothing of the others' presence. This goes on for a while until they reach the corner. Once there, Torr is startled by other guy, and reactively tosses him to the horizon. Tina, unpreturbed, asks the brute if he'd like to hang out with her, to which he nods in agreement. I show up at that very moment, and question why they were missing their glove and shoe, respectively. They didn't seem to realize it beforehand, but they shrugged this off regardless and walked away.

I was then at the party. I find Josef and speak of his Magic game, despite not being present with him at the time. Either way, I admit to that Crawling Sensation enchantment being far more useful than at first glance.

Don't know what else happened until the dream ended.

Created Saturday 02 July 2016

32 hours without sleep gave me one helluva case of REM rebound. Unfortunately, I've only got fragments of what occurred throughout the night and morning, including some interesting dreams and an LD. I maybe woulda been able to remember things better if I'd not unwittingly prevented the phone's alarm from waking me throughout that time.

Scrap Group 1

Yet another Mortal Kombat dream, this time from the "Klassic" storyline. A Netherrealm Invasion pended on both my own awakening, as well as good draws from some trading card game.

Very long dream, though I only recall the end. I was in an unknown home, scrounging around in the kitchen, while a group of tanned skinned, dark haired Hispanic people loitered about during an afterparty. I looked inside the black steel oven, finding much food within pots, pans, and plates. Most were shredded portions of chicken and pork. I think of getting sweet and sour chicken, but knew that was already claimed by some guy. Then, a conversation of damaged medieval weaponry and armor, including something of a broken-linked mail.

Some dream where I warp to a forest, and encounter a weird magical woman.

Then, something of my being on the balcony of a mysterious castle. Strange grey clouds roiled in the skies.

Another warping dream, where I'm taken in a tour through various places.

A mostly forgotten lucid dream. Some interaction within an environment of ink-like fog caused me to unwittingly warp into other scenes numerous times. There was a notable lack of dream noises, contrasted by sounds concurrently occurring in real life.

Created Thursday 14 April 2016

I remembered two dreams today, one DILD after a WILD attempt, and one before my first known awakening. However, at the moment, I only know of scraps for the latter.

Scrap Group 1
Like yesterday, I ended up seeing a member from DreamViews in my dream. This was an androgynous person with long, black hair, a person that I assumed was JadeGreen. Later on, I spoke with my brother, Edwin, who lacked his dreads and beard. Then, a good portion of the dream revolved around a Sega Genesis game. Or rather, a black mega-cartridge filled with supposed "demos" of said games, as indicated from a red and black label, as well as a pamphlet that came with it. Of those listed in this brochure were all of the classic Sonic games (Sonic 1, 2, 3, and Knuckles). This cartridge was apparently shown in a private tech convention in the mid nineties, and indeed, a warning label stated it was illegal to have under any other circumstances. I hooked this up to a Genesis console, and played some fantasy beat-em-up game, not unlike the first Golden Axe, though more medieval fiction than Hyborian-esque.


Dream 1 - A Lucid Tour

Scene 1 - Not the Best Spot to Sleep
The visuals were blurred. I woke up in the living room of unknown apartment. Lounging around in the area were my parents, as well as one or both of my brothers.

From the start, I felt uncomfortable and tired. I thus hadn't a care in laying down around or under odd places, starting with the carpeted floor. I later moved under a bar stool, and then under a table, where I dozed off for a bit.

When I awaken, I find myself squeezed under a leather couch. I became suspicious, enough so that my dream form understood the dream state, but not quite "me". Anyway, I had difficulty breathing, but I calmed down. From random thoughts, I tried giving amusing justifications for my predicament. Nothing of the sort occurred. I just simply drifted off again.

Then, I "woke up" once more, this time in my bedroom. Felt as if I've had a miserable sleep. So, I trudged to the master bedroom, seeing my brother, Mathias, walking out. I dropped on the bed, only to find, much to my disgust, that the sheets were damp. And yet, I somehow got too comfortable to think of moving. Heck, I even gambled on this helping me attain a lucid dream.

The scene transitioned afterwards.

Scene 2 - Funnelled Into Awareness
The visuals were clear. I was in a lounge room, decorated by a few brown leather couches and some potted plants. A look out the window walls showed I was in the upper floors of a building, a full view of seaside cityscape outside. The skyscraper's spires pierced through storm clouds, all concealing a twilight sky. At a glance, I could note mom was nearby.

The dark clouds begin spinning rapidly. Within seconds, a narrow, straight funnel cloud descends to the ground. I somehow recalled having a similar dream just days before, and at that, became aware of my state. As such, I relaxed myself, and allowed the twister to do its work.

Those windows shatter, and I'm immediately sucked out of the building. Yet, I'm only dragged but a few meters before I'm simply falling to the streets below. I recover quickly, and glide ahead towards the ocean, all while enjoying the great view. For a few seconds, anyway, as I'm interrupted by landing much earlier than expected.

Suddenly, the surrounding structures crumble in plain view, while the sea recedes, if not evaporates entirely. All that's left is the clear blue sky, as well as a desert of white sand I was standing on. I fly ahead, catching sight of, and chasing, the drying ocean visible in the distance, curious as to where it takes me. There was an eerie lack of noise for a moment. Cue music playing in the background, an ambient, if somber piano piece.

Time moved much faster. Within the span of several seconds, I observed water, foliage, and even sand and clay structures come and go. It was as if I'd witnessed a cycle of the world ending and beginning anew.

Eventually, the visuals got very grainy. As new structures materialized, I noticed these having trite, blocky textures from Minecraft, the buildings being large, triangular roofed buildings constructed in an orderly array of sandstone, cobblestone, wood, and glass. Got annoyed at seeing as much, but at least these attained slightly more smoothed, less blocky textures in time.

The scenery vanished for a moment, though uttering for more time fixed that. A low resolution cityscape then formed ahead, the buildings made of yellow-brown stone material.

By then, I got a bit bored of this tour. So, I jumped right to conjuring up a more personally interesting sight, let's just say a woman to my taste. As I glance beside me, I'm surprised to see just as much in the distance. Yet, she appeared as animated in 3D, much like those ameteur "Poser" figures.

I very much wanted to get her attention. Unfortunately, as I followed her, the scenery collapsed instantly, and I awaken.

Created Friday 01 April 2016

Haven't been having the best of days recently, which, in turn, adversely affected my focus and recall-ability. A few good dreams occurred in between, so it's not all bad.

On the first of this month, I remembered about three or four dreams dreams, though I only remember scraps for most of these.

Spoiler for spoilered to save space:

Scrap Group 1
Was within the world of some graphical roguelike. I fought a generated boss, which appeared as a sphere of fire or somesuch.. It was given properties that made it functionally invincible, so I was forced to avoid it.

I was in an unknown room in an unknown building, installing games in an old CRT computer. These games ran pretty smoothly despite this, though this required booting a very, very light Linux operating system. All this was apparently done for my niece, Emilia. Cut to me exploring the game world itself, going down the steps of temple ruins overrun by forest growth. On reaching the bottom, I encountered a monster, which I retreated from. I then returned to defeat it.

This one may have been before or in between the dream below. I was inside a very large room, probably an apartment room or oversized efficiency, the floor wood in a few sections, and carpeted in mauve in a few others. The bathroom and bedroom weren't at all separated. I was going to shower, when my parents interrupt. Of course, I leave out of embarrassment. There was another shower in the middle of the room, right within the carpeted area.

Dream 1 - A Mishmash of Magical Events

Scene 1 - Rogue Scholar
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was wandering the outdoor hallways of a school, a highschool, I assumed.

Much of the beginning's a bit hazy at the moment. I know I encounter some punk that annoys me, which prompts me to use telekinesis and other magical powers to deal with him.

Eventually, I stumble into a wide, darkened space, a round stage in the middle. Various men and women stood in the center, a few well dressed, and others concealed by cloaks. They whispered and muttered amongst themselves, speaking of some ominous scheme. I don't remember what it was, but I knew it wasn't something I approved of at all. I had to intervene.

Well, as they say, "when in doubt, blow it up". While doing my best to keep behind a wall, I raised both hands, and focused skywards. Before long, burning meteorites crashed through the ceiling, each bursting on the platform with a low roar, though all failed to hit the intended targets. The "Inner Circle" scattered around, all searching for the culprit. I quickly responded by fading from view with but a thought. Then, I repeated the attack several more times, only at a wider angle. The room had, by that point, caught fire, the structure slowly collapsing into itself, and choking smoke obstructing both visibility and breathing. That was enough for the time being, though I've had the feeling I've only delayed their plans.

I ran off, caring not where I went, so long as it was far away. In time, I end up in a familiar looking suburban area, numerous deciduous trees lined on grassy verges by the sidewalk. A bus stop was nearby, and with it a blue painted bench and public trash can. The place was littered with autumn leaves.

There were various people there, all busy raking up litter. One notable figure was a pale skinned, brown haired woman of average build, in her mid-to-late twenties, and dressed warm in dark blue and black clothing as well as a beanie. She seemed very familiar somehow, de-ja-vu sparking as I looked into her wide eyes.

Anyway, I decided to help out, using my telekinesis to pick up and dump heaps of leaves into the trash, though a bit sloppy, as I let quite a bit slip to the floor. Nonetheless, the others looked on in wonder. The woman stopped me to talk. She revealed that the meteors have spread debris all throughout the town, which, in this case, caused the leaves to shed earlier than usual. As for the school, it was now in near ruins. I was implored to help out there, where I was needed most. I agreed to as much, thought I kept a tight lip on what truly happened.

Things haze up again. I end up back in the school, still in service despite the destruction. At one point, some tanned skinned, spiky haired punk bumps into me in spite. Anger almost had me wipe him off the face of the earth, though I settled to stabbing his arm via telekinetic force. He hurried off, embittered but knowing better than to try anything else.

Not too sure what else happened. I know I stop fire from mouldering more of the building. Don't know how, but the scene transitioned.

Scene 2 - Hero in a Hurricane
The visuals were brighter but slightly blurred. I was in a beach at about sunset. Felt as if certain family members were there with me, though I never saw or distinguished anyone.

Not too clear on what happened at first, just me lounging around or something. Suddenly, hurricane force winds bursts throughout the area, scattering umbrellas, blankets, and other belongings all over the place. Everyone in the area hurried to shelters nearby, these being just the various bathrooms and dressing rooms around. Less than ideal, but better than nothing.

Eventually, the winds calm down, though we all knew this was just the eye of the storm. Someone volunteers to collect belongings left outside. This was but a boy, a blonde, scrawny 12 year old kid in blue swimming shorts. He hurries to the task, going back and forth to collect this and that for the others.

I'm inspired to help him out, using various powers I suddenly "remembered". This included flight and super speed, all accompanied by a golden aura and even hair whenever I used these abilities. Seeing as much got me to hum the Super Sonic theme from Sonic 2. Anyway, I primarily focused on getting the larger things, stuff like wide blankets and umbrellas. As I continued, I noticed the kid seemed a bit glum, as if he felt inadequate. Didn't intend that, and I thought to console him, but there was too much to do.

After some time, someone warned that the winds would be back at any moment. I went double-time, but, in the end, I could only get about halfway before I was sure I had to stop. I went back to the huts. The winds picked up again, probably even stronger than before. I was worried for my unseen family's safety, and thought it best to get them out somehow. And so, I purposefully warped all of us away, transitioning the scene.

Scene 3 - Dangerous and Silly Ride
The visuals were now dim and similarly blurred. I was a passenger in an unknown vehicle, travelling throughout corridor-like tunnels. Driving the auto was mom, while Padma and her were daughter fellow passengers. There might have been a few others, but I'm not sure. Either way, we were all greatly relieved to have escaped the previous disaster.

A few turns into our drive lands us at a dead end, the exit blocked by wooden boards. But Ma kept driving anyway, despite the obvious barricade, and our protests. We crashed through, only to find ourselves barrelling towards an unfinished road, which, strangely enough, was at a higher level in a very, very tall skyscraper, lit cityscape visible under a night sky. We couldn't react before we fell off.

I was quite astonished for a brief moment, until I remembered having powers. And so, I quickly reacted by halting our fall with telekinesis, slowly decelerating our descent before the vehicle comes to a stop at about 10 feet off the ground. From there, I loosened my "grip", if a bit too abruptly, as we had a bit of a bumpy landing. We otherwise arrive on the street unharmed.

Things get unclear for a moment. Eventually, I find myself in a grocery store, shopping around with Padma. The place was attended by a balding, 50 something year old, tanned skin moustachioed man, who stood behind a long glass counter that would better fit a diner.

Padma acted really silly for some reason, namely, by pushing herself around in a tiny, warm colored shopping cart. The store owner got annoyed, warning to call the cops if my sister stayed in the cart or broke anything. I urged my sister not to get in trouble, lest she lose custody of her kid (kinda jumping the gun with that statement), but she brushed this off, claiming I was being too dramatic.

I don't remember much else until dream ended.

Hmm. Just noticed it's been two weeks since I last posted a full log. I suppose I got a few I'm willing to share...

Spoiler for Log 318 - Air Raider and Other Assorted Stories:

Created Sunday 13 March 2016

Could note one dream before the first awakening, and a number of smaller dreams during a loop of sleep and wakings afterwards. Much details were forgotten for all of these, particularly how they started. There was also scraps of a later dream, where I was in some apartment discussing previous dreams with my brother, Marco, and the many powers and abilities I've displayed distinctly between lucid and non-lucid dreams. He found it humorous, much to my embarrassment. I'm also kinda sure of something about eating my nephew's leftover food (not an uncommon occurrence in waking reality).

Dream 1 - Air Raider

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was a passenger inside a large vehicle (a full-sized van, I think?), travelling through an urban environment under a grey sky. A few familiar figures there with me, of whom I could identify Yana, mom, and dad.

Seemed to think we were going to a beach. We had to stop early, for Yana apparently had stomach troubles, and couldn't hold it in. There was a discussion on the nasty matter, but I'd rather leave it unsaid. Anyway, we parked at an inclined street. The shops around us were all sealed with roll-up doors, so we went along downhill. Yana rushed off ahead, and I tried to keep up with her, but couldn't. Meanwhile, my parents lingered behind. Figured out I could fly. I used this to hover quickly down the sidewalk, yet I still could not catch up to my sister. What's more, I lost track of where I was.

I landed and paced around nervously. In time, I noticed someone was stalking closely behind me, a tanned skinned, shaved haired guy, about in his mid-twenties, and wearing a baggy blue shirt. He was obviously up to something. Indeed, as he passed me by, he snapped his hand towards the right pocket of my navy blue shorts, right where I kept my wallet. I reactively shoved my own hand there to interpose. In turn, the thug tried wresting my wallet out of my grip, grasping my free arm from behind as we struggled.

It was then that I realized I had other powers, namely control over electricity and air. And so, after barely grabbing hold of his chest with my left hand, I tensed my fingers, from which invisible currents surged into the thug. He backs off, and tried walking away all unassuming like. But I was flaring with unreasonable hate. "He needed to die", I thought.

I motioned my hands around towards him, as if handling an unseen basketball. Just then, a transparent yet visible gust circled around his head in a vacuum. The thug dropped on his knees, gasping for breath. It took only seconds for him to fall lifeless. I looked down on his corpse for a moment, glaring at him with bitter contempt, before I walked off.

My view discorporates for a moment, following a path into an unknown home. This place was well decorated, a possible indication of high society. Lounging around on a sofa were a formally dressed couple, both late middle aged and with light skin and dark hair. The two were speaking in Spanish, complaining of some matter, something about their son's antics.

Soon, another pair of figures walk into the area, neither seeming of reputable origins. One was a wiry twenty-something year old guy, very energetic and twitchy, and with a disturbed look in his always widened and dilated eyes. Don't remember much of the other guy, save that he was subordinate to his shorter, skinnier fellow.

I then manifest at the home's entrance, where I had been given the form of a big obese guy, black hair long and unkempt, and his clothes very baggy. The supposed son, I presumed. Moreover, I felt completely drenched, as if I've been swimming recently.

Well, "I" go to the living room, where I sat down on a cushioned bar stool that should have by all means collapsed under this form's weight. Nearby were the parents, both averting their eyes in disappointment. They start making indirect passive-aggressive remarks about "me", mainly sour advice. But I ignored them, minding instead all the powers I've exhibited beforehand.

After that, I cross through a hallway towards "my" room. This place was a dump, with much clothes, beddings, and shoes scattered all throughout, and a heavy stench of tobacco masking various other unpleasant odors. To my surprise, I found the skinny guy and his partner were waiting there, the former sitting on a wide bed in the middle, and the latter standing somewhere to the left. I knew they weren't there for pleasantries. Some unresolved money problems, perhaps?

As expected, the madman dashes right towards me. He almost caught up, until I reflexively conjured a vortex around his head, all while backpedalling. And yet, his resolve allowed him to push towards me through most of the hallway, and he would have reached me if he didn't succumb in the last second. The skinny guy stumbles around wildly, crashing, flailing, and slamming against the walls before falling over breathless.

Just then, his goon interrupts my attack with a body check. I respond quickly by grabbing at, and blasting a spinning blast of wind, in his face, leaving him reeling from dizziness until he fell over backwards. Afterwards, I refocus the vacuum on my first target, where I finally suffocate him before he had the chance to recover.

I don't remember anything else until the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Inconveniently Short Duration Awareness

The visuals were very blurred. I was in a convenience store, supposedly employed there. Working the register, which was in the middle, for some reason, was my uncle, Timothy.

Don't remember much, besides wandering the aisles for a bit. At one point, I somehow found out I was dreaming. But as I wondered what to do next, the environment warped. There were a few non-lucid scenes afterwards, but I don't know anything else.

Spoiler for Log 319 - Baseball Riot, Knights, and Boss Fight at the Motel and Other Assorted Stories:

Created Monday 14 March 2016

I could remember two dreams today, one before the first known awakening, and one afterwards. Both were fairly involved, though I don't remember as much details as I should by this point.

Dream 1 - Regrettably Familiar Thieves

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was at home, going all around doing who knows what. Throughout my time there, I regularly encountered a tall, skinny old lady, someone I thought was familiar to me, though I had no idea who she was.

Most initial things are a blur at the moment. I know I go to the backyard, and end up speaking with an acquaintance.

At one point, I catch someone going through some of mom's antiques in the lounge downstairs, just a few cups and vases within a fancy cupboard. This person turned out to be Shaneil, a kid I haven't seen since way back in third grade, now an adult. I knew he was trying to steal these items, and so I confronted him, forcing him to run away empty handed.

I followed him out there, where I found another known figure, though his name evades me at the moment; I just remember him as the Dizzy player in Guilty Gear XX that kept beating me in casuals and tournaments. It seems the two were in on this heist. This both infuriated and pained me, as neither seemed the type to betray an acquaintance, especially for petty gains. A big argument ensued, where at least one spoke of growing up in low standing, and as such had to do whatever it took to make a living. I brushed that off, and I likewise told them I'd call the cops. The two retreated afterwards.

Back inside, I lamented such trouble arriving in my peaceful community, especially since the two were supposedly my neighbors. I looked to the cupboard again, where I noticed an empty spot among the antiques. "The blue and white vase", I thought, "it's gone! Mom's not gonna like this..."

I'm not too sure what else happened. I may have called the cops, and interacted with actual family members, but I can't be certain. Don't know what else occurred until the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Baseball Riot, Knights, and Boss Fight at the Motel

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in the balcony-hallway of a wide, two storied building, a motel, I presumed, a canopy shielding me from a dusk rain. Two other figures were with me, though I didn't distinguish anyone yet.

I soon head to a room in a far edge of the building. At the entrance and in a distant corner were terminals, some electronic booking service machines, apparently. My companions hurried inside, where I distinguished the two as Beavis and Butt-Head, cartoony appearance and all. Both found mundane things to joke about or be amazed at, snickering on as they always would. Meanwhile, I figured we hadn't much funds to spend, and so declined buying a stay here. Figured if worse comes to worse, we have a vehicle to sleep in, though the cold air I'd just noticed did concern me a bit.

And so, we headed back out. While going through the hallway, we somehow pass through a small stadium, a baseball field played by non-professional teams below, and a sizeable crowd filling the bleachers. It was a clear night by then, good lighting providing clear vision. A ball gets hit nearby us. Beavis then picks it up, haphazardly tosses it, and accidentally beans someone in the head. Butt-Head, greatly amused, finds another ball, and wilfully pelts someone with it from behind. This enrages the target, who throws it back, but unwittingly hits another bystander. Cue a chain reaction that results in a disastrous riot. The idiot teens just chuckle away at this frenzy. I, on the other hand, decide to ditch the two and their antics.

Now, I was back in the motel balcony, where it's somehow become dusk again. Moreover, I had somehow changed to Bobby Hill from King of the Hill. I soon encounter his father, Hank Hill, who confronts me on hanging out with "those two troublemakers". Couldn't deny being way in over my head in that regard.

Things get unclear for a moment. I eventually return to my own form while heading downstairs. It was the dead of night again, and storming heavily, to boot. As I crossed through a lot, I encountered a sizeable and impressive group hurrying through, all men in metal plate armor concealed by cloaks. One of them stops to speak with me, whom was clearly Theoden from Lord of the Rings. He warns me of certain dangers lurking around, though I can't remember what that was. The armored king then runs off with the rest of his men.

From there, I start walking to another lot around the building to get to my vehicle. But the rain and winds got much too strong, keeping me in check. It seemed too dangerous to go on, so I hurry back to the motel, all the way across to that corner room upstairs.

As I began settling my belongings (which I suddenly had), the far terminal starts acting very strangely, making a lot of noises and flashing many-colored lights. Just then, some menacing song plays in the background, a video game boss theme music (The Return from Gradius 2, I think). The machine immediately fires laser blasts and glowing energy spheres all throughout the space. In reaction, I super-jump out of the room, the place lacking a ceiling, unusually enough. Anyway, I leap back in and out, repeating this maneuver as I await an opening. Now, I'm pretty sure I eventually overcome it with a few strikes, not entirely. Whatever the case, the machine remained intact, but was no longer hostile.

Not sure what else happened until the dream ended.

Spoiler for Log 320 - Brother's Admirer and Other Assorted Stories:

Created Tuesday 15 March 2016

Could remember two dreams today, and even then, not too much. There was also scraps before the first awakening, from which I was searching for something in a dark cavern. This setting reminded me of Mortal Kombat for some reason, leading to a very vivid daydream on the matter shortly afterwards until I snap back to reality. After that, I think I remember something of playing music on a keyboard. There was also some dream where I apparently made a Youtube Poop video, its contents containing the usual CDI audio clips mixed with another cartoon I can't recall. I remember reading comments with mixed opinions, either praise or derision on my use of "Spadinner" material.

Dream 1 - Brother's Admirer

The visuals were slightly dim but otherwise pretty clear. I was sitting down by one of many white clothed tables in a widened room, the floor of laminated wood. Given the quantity of people around, and how well dressed they all were, I assumed this was some sort of fancy party.

Didn't really do much at first, just observing as everyone else were enjoying themselves. At one point, I notice my brother, Marco, nearby. He was in a casual conversation with an unknown person, a petite, light skinned and dark haired woman in her early twenties or so. She seemed especially fond of him, too fond, if you ask me. Every word from him drew the girl closer and closer. Much to both my brother's and my own surprise, she knocks him down to the floor in a not so subtle embrace, and begins kissing him passionately. I had very mixed feelings on all of this, a combination of jealousy, intrigue, disgust, and even allurement. Couldn't help but stare for a while. Not sure who it was, but either I, or the two of them, walk off afterwards.

Eventually, I encounter mom, who also witnessed the whole thing. She teased on the matter in supportiveness of Marco, much to my dismay.

Really don't remember what else happened, save for wandering around for a bit. I can't say how the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Interesting Trashy Pop Video

The visuals were dim and blurred. This took place in a mostly darkened area, save for spotlights shining on an unknown group of men and women. Given some kind of trashy pop song was playing in the background, this was presumably a music video. I was not present, but could acknowledge my thoughts.

Eventually, the viewpoint closes up on some light skinned, light haired woman, striped straw in hand, her hair and attire styled in some punk-ish fashion. She lowers the straw to a plane below her, where it's suddenly revealed that she was far larger than the other people, easily twenty times their size. The others begin scurrying around in panic, whereas the giant singer sucks up one of the men through the tube. She sloshed him around in her mouth for a while before swallowing him whole. Given her own shocked reaction, and that of the rest of the group, gulping him down was clearly not intended.

Things get hazy from here. I know the giantess toys around with the others for a while, though far more gently. I don't know what else happened until the dream ended.