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    1. Log 1156 - Fiery Fangirl

      by , 06-29-2018 at 12:54 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Thursday 28 June 2018

      Got some things to note. There would've been more details and other dreams as well, but I had other things to mind before I could write them down.

      Scrap Group 1
      In a highschool classroom. The teacher (an unknown brunette) complained I wasn't taking enough notes. Later, while going upstairs, that same teacher demanded I stop some disruption I'd unwittingly caused. In response, I fly through a slit in the wall, prompting her to chase me.

      Dream 1 - Fiery Fangirl

      The visuals were blurred. I wasn in an unknown apartment suite as a guest. Later on, I end up in a bedroom, collectible figures, books, and plushies scattered all throughout the carpeted floor. This place belonged to an olive skinned college aged girl with kinky dirty blonde hair. She was an odd, bubbly kid obsessed with fantasy characters, prancing all around and spouting awkward references about one such media or another. Indeed, there was a collection of fanfiction novels involving a Street Fighter/Mortal Kombat crossover, of all things. One of these books depicted an overly edgy replacement for Quan-Chi in the front cover, while the back mentioned a "Guile Jr."

      I blurted out something critical about the girl's overenthusiasm. Whatever it was, it caused her to literally explode in anger, throwing burning punches and ignited baubles alike towards me. Despite the onslaught, such rage made her easy to avoid, and outlast. One simple push was all it took to get her to stumble to the ground.

      Poor girl didn't take the loss well. To make up for things, I tried getting her to calm down, instructing her to focus on her breaths for a few minutes. She did start, only for her to mutter inane thoughts of attaining instant enlightenment, rendering the whole exercise moot.

      Don't recall how this ended.

      Updated 06-29-2018 at 01:13 AM by 89930

      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening
    2. Logs 1142 and 1143

      by , 06-16-2018 at 03:23 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Just a bunch of fragments and a brief DILD in between.

      Log 1142 - Flooded Ruins Simulation, Fleas, Demon Competition, Tiny DILD, New Jersey, Internet Jumble, and Mad Engineer Scraps
      Created Thursday 14 June 2018

      Scrap Group 1
      False awakening. I was floating in a flooded room within the ruins of an ancient stone structure. While trying to sleep again, a whirlpool began dragging me to the depths. I clung on to loose stones, and pulled myself back to the surface. Later, various other figures appeared. One man in particular claimed this was all a video game simulation of his making. He made note of various rules, down to even the amount of points a player could get for cannibalism.

      False awakening in bed. I'm all itchy. I find that I was infested with fleas, much to my frustration.

      At home in the dead of night. Two dark-grey skinned demons arrived, a male and female. They speak of a less-than-friendly competition between each other, something about helping as many people as possible within a span of time. I flew after one of them, though I'm not sure if I was following or pursuing them.

      At a restaurant with a lady. Got aware. I shrunk myself, which somehow got me on her shoulder. Some unlikely mishap resulted in my getting eaten by her. The dream collapsed.

      Riding around in New Jersey with family, passing through on our way further north. We decide to visit some relatives there, even if it was a bit of a detour. Had some trouble filling up gas?

      At home. Noticed the router was in the downstairs bedroom. What's more, a LAN line was connected directly to the computer there. None of this affected my own connection whatsoever.

      I was given first person perspective of a recently graduated engineer. It seemed his connections (especially his former professors) were unwilling to give a good word for him during his job searches. Driven to vengeful mania, he jimmies up some chemical bomb drones, which he sends out to assault and outright murder some of said professors (plus collateral). The madman then fled to the border, and hides out for the rest of his life in rural Mexico. Goddamn, son...

      Log 1143 - False Awakening and Supermarket Browsing and Fight Scraps
      Created Friday 15 June 2018

      Scrap Group 1
      False awakening in a different bedroom

      Shopping in a supermarket at night. There's an aisle for TTRPGs, which included new D&D material. One of said books had a mount-focused Paladin subclass, the summoned creature taking the form of a giant walking head. Furthermore, this feature allowed both rider and mount to become gargantuan sized. Later, in the parking lot, a ripped shirtless dude picks a fight with me. The match ends in a standstill. As a reward, the guy teaches me how to do a proper German Suplex, which he demonstrated first on a teddy bear, then (harmlessly) with some hapless kid.

      Updated 06-16-2018 at 03:32 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , false awakening , dream fragment
    3. Log 1127 - New TTRPG Shopping Center Industrial Job and Street Fighter Manual Control Scraps

      by , 05-31-2018 at 01:45 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Wednesday 30 May 2018
      Only have scraps today. Even of these, there's still one or two that have been lost in memory.

      Scrap Group 1
      At an apartment suite. There was talk of a new TTRPG.

      Visiting a shopping center during dusk.

      Was working in an industrial site, I think?

      Playing Street Fighter II. Instead of using the joystick, I control my character by acting out the moves myself. Got very close to gaining lucidity before the dream collapsed.
      Categories
      false awakening
    4. Log 1085 - X and the Demon Hospital

      by , 04-20-2018 at 03:23 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Thursday 19 April 2018

      Dream 1 - X and the Demon Hospital

      The visuals were dim and blurred, but clarify over time. I falsely awaken in bed. Somehow, I was already aware. I roll off the bed, only to awaken. DEILD back in. This repeats three times before I'm fully anchored to the dream.

      I float outside the house to a much different environment. In place of my neighborhood was the wide cement courtyard and walkways of a building complex. Circular steps lead to a ditch below, of which contained a large fountain. It was a somewhat busy night, given the number of passerby's around.

      On a whim, I charged energy as per Megaman X, from which I could shoot out X-Busters through right-handed punches. Then, I tried imagining my being clad in his upgraded armor, but only got his base equipment. Still, not bad. In any case, I could now shoot projectiles with each of my hands, and with far more explosive charges to boot. This trial run was soon cut short by a swarm of hostile bystanders, no doubt angry over my recklessness. I wasn't planning on hurting anyone (purposefully, anyway), so I fled to a nearby building.

      Now, I was in a hospital, rushing from the lobby and into the furthest room in the most apparent hallway. On a desk, I found reports of a nefarious plot. Turned out the people there were in pursuit of something called a 'death formula'. This research partially involved binding demons as unwilling subjects. The "Big Pharma Conspiracy" ain't got nothin' on this!

      Suddenly, a number of guards burst into the scene. I managed to hide under the table in the nick of time. Just as quickly as they arrived, they'd left. From what I gathered, some other (non-medical) alert had the staff preoccupied, forcing a lockdown to the facility. Curious, I snuck around to find out more.

      Eventually, while searching a conference room, I was forced to hide under a table, lest some passing guards spotted me. That's when I saw one of the demons, or rather, a demoness, a statuesque woman with gleaming obsidian skin. It seemed these demons were invisible to most people, given the lack of reaction from the guards at the present one. The spirit approached one of the men, then literally paralyzed him through an an affectionate kiss. That was a good time as any to run.


      Lost lucidity after that. Things get unclear. There was something about playing an RTS with a supposedly underpowered cave-man faction. Then, something of my getting in a dialogue with an unnaturally intelligent little girl on the topic of hereditary traits, and their effects on an individual's place in society. Don't recall anything else until the dream ended.

      Scrap Group 1
      Watching a Halloween episode of the Simpsons. Homer, Carl, and Moe were being chased around by a pack of ghouls, one of which looked very similar to Moe himself. When cornered, the ghouls revealed that they were simply going to offer some gourmet food. After everyone ate, the monsters noted having fattening the men up for a real meal. Cue horrified screams while fading to black.

      Updated 04-20-2018 at 03:49 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening , dream fragment
    5. Log 1062 - Spring Lucid Dream Competition - Day 11

      by , 03-27-2018 at 11:11 PM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Tuesday 27 March 2018

      Got a WILD/DEILD loop to note. There were other dreams, but I can't recall much of them

      Scrap Group 1
      False awakening in the living room of large unknown house during the dead of night. The walls were of dark coloration, while the place was arranged as a wide bedroom.

      Shopping at a supermarket. It was poorly lit inside, and there wasn't many people around. Felt kinda ominous. Later, I go outside to a forest. I cross a wooden bridge over a stream, then float back over the water to where I came from, but barely made it across.

      Meditated for a while during a WBTB. It took some time to get comfortable enough to sleep.

      Dream 1 - Log 1062 - Spring Lucid Dream Competition - Day 11

      Scene 1 - Heavy Awakening
      WILD transition in bed. I felt very weak, and could barely sit up. Woke up soon afterwards. Pretty sure I DEILDed into similar experiences. DEILD back in.

      Scene 2 - Stumble Out and Back
      In bed again. I stumbled outside the house with my eyes mostly shut. Got disoriented, and I woke up again. DEILD.

      Scene 3 - Need More Than Words
      Back in bed. I start shaking my hands, then try spinning, though I found it especially strenuous to do either. Then, I called out for clarity and light. I kept chanting as such, though quieted down, just in case I was actually sounding as such IRL. Warp. I found myself laying in a bathtub. While struggling to get up, the dream dissipated. Quite sure there were other related DEILDs. Another DEILD.

      Scene 4 - Dizzy Warp
      In bed yet again. I spin to teleport. Warp. I found myself outside in an urban environment. I felt too dizzy to remember much, not to mention to keep anchored. Woke up again. DEILD.

      Scene 5 - Eye Hole

      In bed. I rub my hands thoroughly with my eyes closed. Soon, a single point of light appeared. On the other side was a closed eye with long lashes. It opened up, revealing that it was hollow inside. The cavity expands, and I'm dragged into this cavern of flesh. Got too startled to hold the dream. Still, I could DEILD once more.

      Scene 6 - Perspective Disorder
      In bed. I spin around to teleport, while also shaking and rubbing my hands. Warp. I found myself in a courtyard within a building complex. Orange pillars held up canopies over the numerous walkways. There was a painter recoloring various constructions. Soon, Det. Briscoe and Green from Law and Order showed up to apprehend the guy, and quipped on his supposed shoddy handiwork. Several other folk passed by. Perspective got completely jumbled, where each person's size depended on how far or close they were in sight. I almost got squashed by a woman going past me, and actively avoided others to prevent such a thing from repeating. I got too disoriented to keep this up. The dream collapsed soon afterwards.

      Updated 03-28-2018 at 02:58 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening , dream fragment
    6. Log 1057 - World-Wind and Other Assorted Stories

      by , 03-23-2018 at 03:38 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Thursday 22 March 2018

      Dream 1 - Eddie's Got My Back

      Scene 1 - Family Party What Stuff Just Happens
      The visuals were slightly blurred. I was at the lot near my home during twilight. There was a birthday party going, of which close and distant relatives were guests. Later on, I go into a neighbor's house, where I float around for a bit. Inside, I find my cousin Elliot playing video games in the basement (as if there's basements here...). There's some talk of various media. Unknown transition.

      Scene 2 - Forbidden Beast at School
      The visuals were dim. I was seated in a poorly lit classroom. Must've gone in too early, as there wasn't many people around. As I waited, I summoned the Forbidden Beast Eddie, where I had him transform into a drill, then a buzzsaw. An Indian guy got curious, too curious, as he repeatedly put himself in harm's way, despite my warnings. Unknown transition.

      Scene 3 - Kong Arcade
      The visuals were brighter. I was at an arcade. There were various Donkey Kong games there. For some reason, I thought this was a trigger for an RC, though I still ignored as much. Anyway, one of these was a multiplayer arena game, where a team of Kongs were to climb a giant coconut tree as high as possible before Mario chopped the tree down. Unknown transition.

      Scene 4 - Forbidden Doctor Intrigue
      The visuals were clear. I was at a hospital, waiting in a lobby, no doubt visiting an infirm relative. While going through a hallway, I spot mom. I blurted of being hungry, prompting mom to go out of her way to go through some "food scheduling service" in the hospital. She was highly misinformed. Turned out, I got registered to a room. Before I could say anything, a stretcher had already been prepared for me. I tried clearing this up with a doctor, a balding guy with glasses. The man got furious, and refused to take no for an answer.

      We took our conversation to a darkened recovery room. Inside, several other doctors were waiting, one an Indian man, and the other a middle aged woman with auburn hair, both of which were reclining on beds. We argued for minutes without arriving at a consensus.

      At the end of it, the doctors exposed a bit of intrigue. Apparently, the three were mass-booking patients at their hospital for government funding, all so that they could afford some fancy vacation. They then mentioned having access to, and being the recipients of, the latest in bionics and gene therapy, saying as such with uncanny coordination. Figured there was no way they'd let me go now. Suddenly, the three twisted into nightmarish, hulking forms. As they morphed, I silently called Eddie via finger gestures. Light steadily escaped the room. At my command, the Forbidden Beast sprung out as a row of long spikes, instantly tearing the monstrous doctors to shreds.

      I then immediately woke up. There were lingering thoughts of my being lucid at some point...

      Scrap Group 1
      WBTB to write down notes and meditate. It took a while to get back to sleep.

      Something of falsely waking up in an unknown home. Pretty sure this transitioned to below.

      Dream 1 - World-Wind

      The visuals started blurred, but became progressively clearer. I was flying out to the ocean during a clear dawn. Lucid from the start.

      I rocket past many different landscapes, neither of which seemed inhabited. Later, I try blasting off to the cosmos. As I left the stratosphere, space suddenly bended around me, and I found myself near the surface of the world (if not a different planet). This was an interesting experience, so I did so purposefully a few more times.

      After that, I stopped by a beachside hotel at a narrow peninsula, the only non-natural site in view. I try throwing the building. But, it felt insubstantial in my hands, and once in the air, it faded out of view. Things felt unstable. Took a moment to concentrate. I then tried smashing a crater in the sand, but that didn't happen. Next, I telekinetically lifted a large clay tile (at least several hundred pounds) from an empty lot, and launched it to the horizon.

      Then, I jumped into the shore, where I attempted to bring a tornado from each hand. Nothing seemed to occur, so I walked away. But soon, from the water's reflection, I saw dark clouds gathering above me. Sure enough, as I glanced back, a twister had suddenly formed. The winds pulled me in, and I got spun to the top of the funnel. Water droplets and dust sprayed on me at mach speed, stinging greatly. Despite any of that, I was completely unharmed. I rode the storm for half a minute, then let it go on its way.

      Things destabilized, and I woke up.

      Scrap Group 2
      False awakening to my sister and mom making some very nasty commentary. I was almost certain this wasn't real, but lingering doubts caused me to wake up, just in case.

      Updated 03-23-2018 at 04:37 PM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening , dream fragment
    7. Log 1052 - Spring Lucid Dream Competition - Day 1

      by , 03-17-2018 at 04:29 PM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Saturday 17 March 201

      Well, sleep wasn't very comfortable this time around. Still, I managed a decent haul, somehow.

      Scrap Group 1
      Repeated dream. A portal formed, of which supposedly led to others' dreams. I refused to go in, not until I had some unknown object at hand.

      Something about that Bunk'd show my nephew keeps watching. One of the campers has a nightmare where they and several bunkmates get shrunken in a field. They're very fearful of getting stepped on.

      Vaguely remembered getting thrown into and floating around in a chaotic world. Where it lacked in gravity, it was filled with random objects. This leads to below.

      Dream 1 - Spring Lucid Dream Competition - Day 1 - Part 1

      Scene 1 - Who's That Glowing Guy?
      False awakening in bed. Got lucid. I was too weak to get up, so I crawled around the place on my back, while repeatedly calling out for a transition. This FA repeated a few times, with some variations, one of which had something that somehow reminded me of BlazBlue. In the final instance, a being appeared, a glowing, faceless man. When asked, he acknowledged my previous request.

      Scene 2 - Mercy As a Thief Deserves
      The visuals were mostly clear. I was working in a convenience store, urban streets visible under daylight outside. Dad was there, supposedly joint owner of the place along with some unknown guy of his age. Lost lucidity.

      Later on, a bunch of young guys made their way to the alcohol, neither of which appeared past their teens. How suspicious. As the majority of them approached the counter, I spotted one sneaking out the door with a 4-pack. This PO'd me fierce, and yet, I somehow got aware. Still, I wasn't gonna let that slide. So I followed the punk. Then, I kicked the thief up a dozen feet in the air, jumped up after him, and slammed him head-first into the pavement, collapsing his skull into bloody paste. When I returned to the store, I glanced back outside, where I saw another guy freeze in horror at the sight of his dead friend.

      Back inside. I kinda lost myself to the plot. Behind the counter were various bakery items, particularly several kinds of cheese danishes (including strawberry). Afterwards, a long line formed. I asked twice where the second register was, and was told twice that there wasn't any. Soon got lucid again. I phased through the counter, then floated around the aisles.

      Things collapsed. Brief awakening. DEILD transition.

      Scene 3 - 'Is It a Boys or a Goils?'
      The visuals were a bit blurred. I was entering home along with my brother, Leopold. Got lucid seconds later. We walk into the downstairs bedroom, when we spot an entire tiny world forming in the darkness, projected as if from AR. Interestingly, the environment and characters appeared drawn in the style of the original, SNES Tales of Phantasia.

      My brother and I took control of the heroes, two of which had a passing resemblance to Cress and Mint. While exploring a cave, we encountered an angel, a ridiculously androgynous figure wearing nothing but white straps. He'd identified himself with male pronouns, yet me and the others repeatedly asked if that was the case, to the point of becoming a gag. Ignoring such, the angel challenged the group to a fight, where he'd summoned a horde of fiery humanoids to assist him. A well timed rush quickly took the boss down.

      After the battle, the angel granted us a choice of reward: one of four collections of rough gemstones. Contrasting the game, these gems were life-sized, physical items. I settled on taking the group with rough diamonds, even if it was the smallest assortment. Before the angel left, I frivolously asked once more whether he was actually a 'he'. Again, no further response.

      Don't recall how this ends. Quite sure there was more.

      Scrap Group 2
      WBTB. Stayed up to write notes. Took an hour to get to sleep.

      Numerous forgotten scenes. I know many included music transitions , and some lucid portions, before cutting to below.

      Dream 2 - Spring Lucid Dream Competition - Day 1 - Part 2

      Scene 1 - Moonbeam Woman
      The visuals were dim. I was at home, going out to the backyard during a cold, moonlit night. Got aware seconds later. I focused the light into a wide-angled energy beam, pummeling the ground with a low roar. Just then, a shining figure stepped out of the pale light, a woman, her form and clothes glowing as the moon itself. She glanced around the area. Confounded, I questioned her presence. The woman started at me momentarily, then vanished. Transition.

      Scene 2 - Gravity Prank
      The visuals were a bit blurred. I falsely awaken on a couch, asleep in the living room of an unknown apartment. Several more FA's before I got up. I soon found my nephew, Tommy and Leopold watching Steven Universe on a nearby CRT TV. On screen, the title character, Peridot, and several others were repairing a roof. Someone breaks into a song. This prompts a complaint from Tommy and Leopold on how much the characters sing in that show, and puzzlement as to why any of used to even watch it in the first place.

      Got lucid, but I sensed the dream was nearly over. As a finale, I formed a glowing circle under Leopold, and yelled "Reverse Gravity!" My brother was immediately flung to the ceiling, then dropped down. That first 'thud' had me genuinely rofling.

      Various unknown transitions. One of these had me watching a recently viewed episode of Law and Order. Another cut.

      Scene 3 - Boarding House Morning Routine
      The visuals were blurred. I falsely awaken in another unknown large house, what I believed was a boarding home and/or school. I drifted in an out of 'sleep' before I finally got up. I went down a long hallway and to the restroom, unconcerned on being dressed only in bedclothes. It was a mess in there, the floor stained with muddy water and littered with damp paper towels. I floated over the floor to the nearest sink, when I get aware. Still, I just followed the plot of continuing with morning routines. It took some getting used to reaching for things while keeping a steady flight.

      Various more FA's occurred in the same place. Some I tried sleeping off, while in the lucid portions, I tried waking up to keep what I could of this dream in memory. This cycled until I awakened proper.

      Updated 03-17-2018 at 08:49 PM by 89930 (WBTB notice)

      Categories
      false awakening , dream fragment , lucid , non-lucid
    8. Log 1007 - Neo Civil War

      by , 02-01-2018 at 12:19 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Wednesday 31 January 2018

      Gonna try keep my New Year's promise. Anyway, I don't have much to note today.

      Don't have as much to note as I'd like...

      Dream 1 - Neo Civil War

      The visuals were a bit blurred. This occurred in an alternate timeline. After the horrors of WWII, the nations of the world unilaterally adopted extreme Luddist and isolotionist policies. This results in both technological stagnation, and grave regression in civil and human rights. Half the US, for instance, had gone back to using slave labor. Cue another Civil War in the 60's. I was given the role of a New Union Army officer and spy. In my latest solo infiltration of a Neo-Confederate base, I discover their hoarding and developing rocket launchers. To sabotage their efforts, I fire one such weapon into their warehouse, destroying their stockpile. But, my escape goes sour, and I'm captured. The rebels then promptly execute me by hanging. As painful and intense a death as it was, I was... oddly unphased. I don't know why, but, even beyond the disruption I caused, I felt as if I had the last laugh.

      That cat then woke me up.

      Scrap Group 1
      Vague memories of repeated dreams. Something of warping around and focusing on something?
      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening
    9. Log 996 - Black Market Manor and Other Assorted Stories

      by , 01-21-2018 at 03:31 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Saturday 20 January 2018

      Got some things to note today, including two DILDs. There were a bunch of dreamlets too, but I've

      Dream 1 - The Marvel/Capcom Dream Alliance

      The visuals were quite dim. This took place within a poorly lit office building at night-time. A chaotic battle was occurring between a joint force of Marvel and Capcom heroes (Iron-Man, Hawkeye, Captain America, the Hulk, Ryu, Megaman X, and Chun-li confirmed) against the menacing Ultron. The villain was overpowering his opponents. In a bold maneuver, Iron-Man, Cap, Ryu, and X held off the rogue robot to stall him. In the meantime, Hulk stood back, covering while Chun-Li departed elsewhere. Eventually, Hawkeye fired off an EMP arrow at Ultron, who easily caught it within a forcefield. "Is that the best you can do?", gloats Ultron. Hawkeye smirks. That's when a barrage of missiles strikes Ultron at his flank. He turns, and sees the side of an attack chopper, Bat-Man logos painted all over, and Chun-Li within the passenger cabin. With Ultron's concentration lapsed, the forcefield went down, and, upon the arrow exploding, so too did he.

      I manifest, and followed the group down some hallways. We then stop at a darkened, empty garage or storage area. Inside, three people were seated on the floor. One was a figure I couldn't discern (or had forgotten). The other two were rather plain looking twin women, dark skinned, and both with ponytails. Without any prompt, the other heroes and I gather around with them. Then, the enigma started a conversation about meditation and dreaming, and asked for the girls on their progress. One of them claimed to have made great strides in her meditation practices. The other had reportedly mastered inducing lucid dreams. And yet, she seemed hesitant of such, and even expressed worry about her outlook in the future. "She fears it's the 'end of an era', so to speak.", I blurted out. The girl suddenly wept. This caused an outburst from others, a mix of consolatory remarks, and of arguing over how to take my own statement. Such commotion went on for a while, until the dream ended.

      Dream 2 - Black Market Manor

      Scene 1 - Phase Floor Hazard
      The visuals were dim. I was wandering around the unlit hallways of the building above. Seems it had been completely vacated. When I stepped into a large room, I suddenly phased through the floor. Transition.

      Scene 2 - Arms Deal
      The visuals were clearer. I was outside the lot of a mansion, a place located in the middle of a tropical wilderness, daylight peeking through the canopy of trees. The building showed obvious signs of decades-long wear. Previously abandoned, it served as the den for hooligans and other squatters.

      I wander away into the forest, only to turn back. I then approached the leader of the group, a mid-twenty-something year old guy with a shaved haircut and goatee, to make a deal., to make a deal. He lead me inside to the ruined, graffiti-laden manor's "lobby". From his backpack, he pulled out a bag of finely ground hash. Wasn't at all interested in that. What I wanted was weapons. I "knew" that this guy, though not an arms vendor himself, was connected enough with the black market to acquire such.

      He pulled out a notebook, and we began working out a contract. I used the pseudonym titled after a Goetic demon, cycling through a few names, as some were already taken. Anyway, I requested modded SMGs. He seemed confused, stating that machine guns would be a more optimal choice. Some chica from the streets, presumably the guy's girlfriend, then arrived. The two bicker over details of the current negotiations for a while before turning their attention back to me. In the end, I settled for 2 silenced SMGs, and one machine gun, all very reasonably priced at several thousand dollars. I also asked about combat armor, but they seemed to have no idea what I was talking about. I then gushed on for a while about my favorite firearms. This quickly bored the two, so I just took my leave.

      Back outside, I made my way down faded dirt path through the forest. I'd false memories of having an interesting conversation with a fellow there not too long ago. So, I hurried along, thinking I might be able to catch up with him. Along the way, I noticed something familiar about pathway, as if it were a crude facsimile of my neighborhood. Curious, I flew up, and headed the direction where my home would be. This soon granted lucidity. I continued towards my "home", getting my head brushed under huge tree leaves along the way. Things start destabilizing. I desperately rubbed my hands, but couldn't keep from getting sucked into the void. I continued falling for about a minute before the dream ended.


      Dream 3 - Trivial Near Nightmare

      Dreamlet transitioned to dream. The visuals were dim and a bit blurred. I was lounging around at home during night time. Soon, I noticed my brother, Jay, going around and asking the others various trivia questions. He approached me with such, something about biology, I think, which I got wrong. He annoyed me with further drivel, during which I got lucid. But, I caught myself having paranoid thoughts about my brother, a sign that a nightmare might occur. Just to be safe, I impaled him with my hand, causing him to fade into inky vapor, all while he eerily continued his quiz otherwise undisturbed.

      I started hand rubbing, only to warp in bed. Noticing that it was still dark outside kept me lucid. Unfortunately, I had trouble moving. Concerns with such caused me to lose the dream quickly.

      Updated 01-21-2018 at 03:51 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , nightmare , false awakening
    10. Log 988 - January 2018 TOTM Advanced Task II

      by , 01-13-2018 at 03:27 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Friday 12 January 2018

      It was a rough night. Even so, I'm glad I got a WILD/DEILD cycle out of this, no matter the fatigue and visual impairment I often experienced for most of it.

      Scrap Group 1
      Something of my cousin Sam visiting.

      Dream 1 - January 2018 Advanced Task II

      Scene 1 - Brief and Fluid Entrances
      Various WILD/DEILD transitions in bed. It didn't take as long as it usually would for me to move around fluidly, though only for short bursts. I later floated around on my back, then rubbed my hands for a moment, only to move my physical self. I then awakened briefly, yet still lost consciousness. Transition.

      Scene 2 - Guilty Gear Isuka Xrd
      The visuals were dim and blurred. No lucidity. I was playing a Guilty Gear game with Pier. This one was a four-player fighting game like Isuka, only with the cel-shaded graphics of Xrd. We used a Slayer and Potemkin team against the AI, but it seemed our characters' inputs were randomly swapped with each other mid-match, and sometimes, the characters themselves outright transformed into the other. DEILD transition.

      Scene 3 - Tender, Sudden Embrace
      The visuals were very dim. I was in the void. After rubbing my hands, I took a casual stroll into the tepid darkness. Once acclimated, I began visualising my guide, E, laying supine on my arms. I soon felt her weight, then her warm, smooth skin. And finally, my guide's form manifested completely in my arms, fast asleep.

      "Hey", I whispered, "you think you could help me out?"

      E stirred awake, and seemed very excited to see me. Perhaps too excited, as her sudden embrace caused me to fall over backwards, toppling me deeper into the nothingness. As we descended, she gave me a tender kiss on the cheek.

      I hit ground soon enough. Unfortunately, the impact, and my guide's form bearing down on me, was too much to handle. I awakened briefly. DEILD transition.

      Scene 4 - Not the Kind of Anchor I Expected...
      The visuals were quite blurred. I was in bed. After concentrating a bit, I fly/phase through door. There was some resistance, but I managed. I noticed someone scrounging about in the lounge, probably Ivan. This made me wonder if he was actually there at the moment IRL, and what may occur if we interacted. But, I thought to leave that for another time.

      As I continued flying around, the environment warped into an irregularly angled and steep hallway built of wood. Like before, I tried forming E again, this time with the intent of anchoring the dream through her. I got as far as feeling her weight, only to drop mid-flight through the floor. Brief awakening and DEILD transition.

      Scene 5 - The Sphere Makes a Triangle
      The visuals were very dim. I was in the void again. I could sense the dream cycle ending. Thinking quick, I decided on the energy ball TOTM. This was a painful process of focusing heat between my unseen hands. Blue sparks formed, which orbited around an unseen point. Such energy howled as I condensed it further, and soon illuminated the void and my form. Suddenly, the ball had somehow changed into a green triangle, spinning hypnotically. I'd lost myself momentarily.

      I then tried making the triangle again, and succeeded. This time, I hurled the energy onto an invisible floor. Then, on the resulting rune, I tried conjuring my guide. Not sure why, but I sensed there was a great significance to this. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to happen.

      As I feared, I did indeed wake up promptly.

      Scrap Group 2
      Dreamlets. Several were of luxury vehicles going down the road. Don't remember much of the rest, save for hearing this song repeat in the background... for fifteen minutes.

      Watching a supposed trailer for the Matrix. This had Cypher talking with Neo in an alleyway. "What would ya do if you were The One?", he asked. "You really think you're The One?" I hijack Neo's role, and respond "Yes. I do." Cypher's taken aback.

      Updated 01-14-2018 at 04:39 AM by 89930

      Categories
      false awakening , dream fragment , lucid , non-lucid , task of the month
    11. Log 957 - Sky Highway Zone and Other Assorted Stories

      by , 12-13-2017 at 03:10 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Tuesday 12 December 2017

      Got several things to note, including a few LDs. If my memory were up to par, I would have had a lot of other things as well.

      Dream 1 - Behind the Wheel - A Street Racer's Autobiography


      The visuals were a bit dim. I watching a Youtube video on the humorous self-documentary of an Asian immigrant street racer. This was mostly monologue to the footage of his driving around in various highways. There was talk of his fascination of the sport, his struggles in getting recognition from (less-than-reputable) US sponsors, and his immigration to one of the southern states. He then comments, "And that's when I stumbled upon another problem: most of the roads here are shit." Then appeared clips of his local highway, the road long worn. In fact, there were long spans in the road to which he easily could scoop up loosened tarmac like sand.

      Not much else occurred before the dream ended.

      Scrap Group 1
      Something about The Evil Within 2. That secret agent lady (only watched a few videos, so the names haven't stuck) is in a talk show, where she reveals the reason for her defecton from the evil organization. Apparrently, her mother got cancer at some point, after which the two developed a much closer bond. This made the agent realize how far gone her morals have deteriorated during her tenure.

      Dream 2 - Sky Highway Zone

      Scene 1 - I'll Celebrate Some Other Time
      The visuals were a bit blurred. I was a guest in an unknown home, participating in festivities.

      Later, I begin feeling exhausted, enough so that I barged into the nearest bedroom for rest. But, numerous interruptions kept me from sleeping. This starts with my brother in law speaking about certain issues with his supposed father. An impossible occurrence, I knew, but besides getting suspicious, I didn't do anything.

      The last of these disruptions involved my cousin Wyatt (who appeared in his teens) along with one of his friends supposed friends, a kid I've never seen before. The two quickly make nuisances of themselves, conversing loudly while sitting on the mattress to watch a nearby TV. It was only when one of them almost kicked me off the bed that they'd acknowledged my presence. I resigned to dropping in the floor, certainly the more comfortable place to sleep at the time.

      Per chance, I began a WILD attempt, beginning with meditation, as usual. Cue rapid transition.

      Scene 2 - Tired Drive Awareness
      The visuals were very dim. I was driving an SUV around a forest highway during the dead of night. Several family members were in the back seats. I looked up at the stars, noticing how quickly they revolved. Was I going too fast? I then identified how fatigued I was, far too much to drive safely. That's when I remembered the previous occurrences, and realized the dream. Suddenly, the surroundings changed, appearing as a hypnotic, striped array in tunnel view. Things began fading. So, I felt out the vehicle's ceiling. Then, to the tune of Sky Sanctuary Zone from Sonic and Knuckles, I forced a warp.

      Scene 3 - Mode Change!
      The visuals were brighter. I was still driving a vehicle, only now, the road before me was spiraling sideways within the clouds of a blue sky. Despite the path set, the vehicle itself kept a forward trajectory, gliding off-road when necessary. Still lucid, thanks to the above song anchoring such.

      I thought of tasks to do, and recalled the powered armor TOTM. Before starting, I phased off the moving vehicle. From there, I uttered "Change Mode!" in a thick Japanese accent. Concurrently, I willed a third-person view to see myself get armored, though I only appeared as mostly a blur. I did at least witness my skin taking on a white, ceramic plated form. Furthermore, Egg Reverie from Sonic Mania replaced the previous song.

      Back to first-person, from which I immediately took flight. I moved around my limbs, noticing a natural, unrestricted motion of such. I soon identified cold air subtly blowing all over me from within the armor, and the unusual illusion of spaciousness that brought, if only compared to how tightly the suit clung onto me.

      It seemed the view from my right eye was dulled. But, I realized this was because of a scanning interface, so noted by markers being placed over various vehicles passing below me. This made me curious on weaponry. I tried finding a good target, but everything I found was moving too fast, not to mention unjustifiable to engage. After a minute of waiting, I decided to just blast the air. A green laser immediately shot from my right palm, puncturing holes through the clouds. It streamed for a quite a while, though I dared not aim at anything substantial.

      Things quickly destabilized afterwards, and the dream collapsed.

      Scrap Group 1
      Many, many dreamlets, a few of which had transitioned to dreams, though all but the one below are forgotten.

      Dream 3 - Burning Phoenix

      The visuals were blurred. I was scrounging around in the kitchen. Noticed my brothers and nephew watching the TV intently. On screen was an episode of Steven Universe. There was an ongoing high-speed chase, during which several characters were bouncing around in the back of a van (Greg's van, probably).

      I then gained awareness. To rid distraction from the program, I hovered up in a wreath of flames, then blazed through and away from the living room (like so; I even yelled out the move's name)There was some noticeable delay at first, which was corrected about halfway through the maneuver.

      I got distracted by random thoughts after that, and can't recall anything else.

      Updated 12-13-2017 at 03:41 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening , dream fragment , task of the month
    12. Log 950 - Potion of Elemental Wrath and Other Assorted Stories

      by , 12-06-2017 at 02:43 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Tuesday 05 December 2017

      Spoiler for posterity's sake:

      Updated 12-06-2017 at 03:48 AM by 89930

      Categories
      nightmare , false awakening , dream fragment , lucid , non-lucid , task of the month
    13. Log 869 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 14

      by , 09-16-2017 at 03:51 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Just got a bunch of scraps to note. Quite a shame, as I was sure I got lucid at some points.


      Scrap Group 1

      WBTB initially unintended due to insomnia.

      A series of forgotten dreams, part of which I'm quite sure I was lucid. There was something about a fire, or a similar disaster.

      At home. One of my uncles and his wife make a surprise visit, much to my annoyance.

      At a pool party. Magical events occurred.

      Wandering in a mansion?

      At home watching TV with my sister and mom. I tune in on a science show about plausible alien lifeforms. On screen were CGI of disgusting phallic creatures. In fact, said alien figures were noted to be from Rick and Morty.

      Unwitting dream transition. I travel around in a grey realm for a while, then warp to some temple ruins. There, I spoke with an ancient-world priest. He claimed mastery over demonurgy, and spent his life translating the words of six spirits with which he'd formed pacts. This reminds me of the Demon roguelike, and also gives me false memories of possessing such creatures of my own. I'm fairly certain I was lucid at one point.

      Updated 09-16-2017 at 03:56 AM by 89930

      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening
    14. Log 861 - Thief-Seeking Missiles

      by , 09-08-2017 at 01:09 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Got that DILD and a fragment to note.

      Dream 1 - Thief-Seeking Missiles

      The visuals were clear. I was wandering around the streets at daytime. Eventually, I stop by at a gas station, specifically the same one I used to work in. There were some major renovations since I've been there, including the registers being in the opposite side of the store. Maurice, one of my old managers, was busy with some customers. I considered talking to him, though I backed off. It's been so long, I doubt he even recognized me anymore. Later, at an unknown site, I build up enough nerve to call there for a chat.

      Time skip at night. I'm back at the gas station, this time as a worker. Three other employees were there as well. Of them, I recognized Maria. Another was an older, large African descended woman, while the last a skinny, aging, clean shaven Hispanic man. I take a look around, and find things were now arranged much more similarly to how I last remembered. There were, however, more selection of hot foods. I thought to sample some, but reconsidered when I found the pastries had long been shriveled into an overbaked husk.

      I worked the register for some time without incident, besides some guy having concerns of having been overcharged out at the pumps.Then, later on, a big, loud black woman shows up to bicker with my like-skinned fellow employee. Tension builds up to the point of violence. I overheard their being "friends", though how one could tolerate such vitriol under any circumstances is beyond me. Anyway, this scene distracted me from looking around the store. Before I could react, I found that some jerk had gone on and stole something in plain sight. The bickering had finally resolved by that point.

      After that, a mess of customers began piling up. In fact, this left me so preoccupied, that shoplifters came out of the woodworks to snatch something or two. I later had to deal with a drugged out woman, another of my coworker's supposed "friends". There was some confusion over the money she gave and what she actually owed. As I counted the funds, the woman ran off with whatever she had in hand, and I just knew I got the short end of things. Concurrently, some teen girl rushed in, swiped some DVDs and snacks, and ran off in one fell swoop. And if that wasn't enough, both previous madwomen returned to cause another commotion. What a night...

      While that happened, I caught sight of underaged punks going straight for the alcohol coolers. And sure enough, I overheard one or two muttering about a beer run. I was, by then, infuriated enough to look for trouble myself, so I went to the front door and waited. Still, I was of mind to reflect on that unreasonable theft rate. I made a reactionary hand test, but no matter the result, I gained awareness.

      Vengeance still filled my thoughts. I immediately blasted the punks with an energy blast, then followed up with an explosive beam split and directed to those two rambunctious women (of course, all with precautions to not accidentally hit anyone else). I then stepped outside the lot, hoping I'd find any other previously encountered thieves and scoundrels, though they were long gone by then. After thinking it over, I figured a homing attack would let me get even. I fired a golden ray into the sky, which I divided into a dozen or so other beams. These arced and spread out all over town, until they eventually exploded one by one at isolated, distant locations. Couldn't help but guffaw in triumph.

      With that done, I tried conjuring my guide, E, imagining she'd appear standing around the sidewalk. Unfortunately, I lost focus, and collapsed the dream entirely.

      Scrap Group 1

      WBTB for 15 minutes to write some notes and stretch for a bit.

      False awakening. Mom comes barging in the room, demanding I get those hurricane shutters installed despite not having a ladder.

      Updated 09-08-2017 at 03:00 AM by 89930

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening , dream fragment
    15. Log 860 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 5

      by , 09-07-2017 at 01:06 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Wednesday 06 September 2017

      Many items to note, including a series of DILDs during early REM. Unfortunately, they're mostly just fragments at this point.

      Scrap Group 1
      A series of early-REM dreams that I vaguely remembered being repeated instances of each other. I'd awareness at various points. In one such case, I discovered that a spy, some red-haired woman in an office dress, was leaking false, scandalous information on my character. I caught her in the act, and coerced her into both cancelling the operation and fleeing.

      False awakening in bed. I was drenched in sweat. Woke up minutes later dry as a bone.

      At home. My niece, Valentina, shows me a baby doll with an eerily lifelike face
      and movable joints.

      In the backyard of an unknown home. I was cleaning things up along with mom and my younger brother, Trent. At one point, my brother, goes off to feed the cat. I turned away for seconds, only to find the animal had not only died, but was well into the process of decomposing. Didn't concern me one bit. However, seeing Trent and mom so non-chalant of their pet's demise was so.

      At an arcade at night.

      Something of digging a rock tunnel into a brightly lit tower.

      Vague memories of being in a video game world.

      At home. I walk downstairs, only to find a large gathering of unexpected guests, each Flora's (my sister's) friends. Very embarrassing, as I was still in my underwear.

      At a beach at night. Rough waves kept me from getting too far into the water.

      At a hotel room with many family and extended family members. There was a small party ongoing, though I was too tired to participate. Indeed, I was so exhausted, I just slept on floor of the nearest open space. My uncle Sylvester didn't appreciate that, and so he tells Valentina to wake me up. My niece kisses me on the forehead, to which I instantly woke up IRL.

      Updated 09-07-2017 at 03:39 AM by 89930 (reoved leftover junk from draft)

      Categories
      false awakening , dream fragment , lucid , non-lucid
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