Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Sunday 17 April 2016

I could identify having many dreams today, but failed to remember most of these. One in particular was repeated numerous times throughout the night.

Dream 1 - Be The Flame

The visuals were somewhat dim. I found I was in the form of a candle's light, glowing red, feeling an odd sensation of constant warmth, near weightlessness, and near amorphousness. Dark smoke clouded the area above as I burned through the wick. Further below was the white candle itself. Everything past that was but pure darkness.

From the start, I knew of the dream state... somewhat. My dream form proclaimed as much, but I never fully understood the implications. Whatever the case, "I" had apparently recently accomplished all of my primary dream goals, all these supposedly represented as the smoke rising above me. There was nothing left for me to do, I thought. Nothing else, but to be the flame. It was a peaceful and happy experience.

This went on for a while until I awaken a few minutes later. I then have repeated instances of this dream, at least four or five of them, varying between being completely unaware, or having my dream form attesting to being in a dream once again.

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Two dreams of wandering in a school, I think? One of these had me interacting with a blonde girl in her early-mid twenties. We've apparently met up via a lucid dream forum (a made up one, I believe). As we conversed on that topic, the girl gave a surprise peck on my lips, leaving me stammering, my cheeks glowing from both appreciation and embarrassment. Some of her hair got caught in my lips, which I pulled out. She intterupts me a few more times with more short kisses.

One dream where something overtly gory happened. A guy getting his head bit off by a monster, or something?

Created Saturday 16 April 2016

All these dreams took place after a WILD attempt, one being a DILD, three DIELDs, and one non-lucid dream in between. There was one dream before I first awakened, but my laziness caused me to only remember a fragment.

Spoiler for spoilered to save space:

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I was playing Dungeon Crawl - Stone Soup, auto-travelling down a few stairs. Soon, I encounter an enemy human. I'm then part of the game world, this presented in a more detailed view, as I could see the rough brown stone environment plainly instead of just ASCII symbols. I zap the guy with the Searing Ray spell, this appearing as a thin white beam. The man's skin then melts off his flesh in far too graphic a manner (not bad for a low level spell!). He somehow continues after me, stopping only until he's reduced to a mere skeleton.

Dream 1 - Challenge Unanswered
I got up from bed, feeling not too relaxed. It was still dark outside.

I looked in mirror, seeing nothing unusual. Out of random curiousity, I did a breath test, only to realize the dream state, affirming as much out loud. This was the perfect opportunity to try a recent goal of mine: have a sparring match with myself.

"Hey, what's up?", I blurt out. "Wanna fight?"

My reflection scowls at me. His eyes then go white. I just take this in good humor. So, I asked him again, but still get no response. Just then, my mirror form's face contorts, the eyes placed much wider than normal, and nose and mouth twisted towards opposite cheeks.

The dream gets hazy. I feel myself in bed, and awaken promptly. I keep still, and go for a DIELD.

Dream 2 - Nutcracker

I waited around in bed for a dream to form, but nothing seemed to happen. As I muttered my mantras, I was suddenly accosted by a figure from behind. Visible from the darkness was the form of a very, very tall, and somewhat stout Asian woman, her skin pale and hair dark. More spectacularly, she possessed four arms, two embracing my torso, and two others wrapped around my waist and locking my arms, while her legs were pressed beside my own.

The four armed woman roughly rolled me around in bed, all while squeezing me much too tightly between her soft skin. Much to my misfortune, this also forced me to unintentionally press down on my... er... family jewels. There was no pain, but, given everything else I felt, uh, let's just say that they by all means should have not remained intact. I tried telling her as much, but could only utter a breathless whisper. Meanwhile, she was having the time of her life, giggling on about how much fun she was having.

I knew better than to believe these near injuries, but this just got too intense for me to continue. I willed myself awake, albeit briefly, as I returned to sleep just as quickly.

Dream 3 - The Evil Psychic Giant Caveman and the Talking Otter

The visuals were slightly blurred. This took place within cloudy, ice blue skies, a snow-capped, mossy mountain in view, and all occurring within a traditionally animated cartoon world. I knew of my presence, observing this first hand, though I don't manifest physically.

Eventually, several figures float towards the mountain. Easily identifiable from this group are Dipper and "Grunkle" Stan from Gravity Falls, who were levitating along with an unknown man. The other two were much larger in scale. One was a buff giant man three times the height of a normal human, dressed only in a fur loincloth, and his wild hair and thick moustache reddish brown. The other was a huge, brown furred talking otter or a similar mammal, who spoke with some type of English accent.

The giant man makes ill-tidings on the fate of the world. With a gesture, the other unknown guy's head is telekinetically ripped off his body. Following that, the smaller man's eyeballs vanish into his skull, while his veins and capillaries pierce through his skin, whipping around like worms. His head is then dissolved into nothing but a skull. Then, with another swipe of the giant man's hand, Dipper and Stan are psychically tossed into the horizon.

After that, those titans levitate to the mountain's peak, where they enter a cave. Their home, it seems, a few pieces laminated wood furniture within an otherwise crude, grey stone interior. The giant man places something inside a cabinet, them walks off to another opening, the otter following behind him, as both exchange banter.

"I still can't believe you've built a locker for one of those mortals.", quips the otter.

"Hey, that's not what I was gonna use it for!", grumbles the giant. "Not at first! It was for my collection of..." His voice trails off.

A woman of their scale appears, a light skinned woman with wild, blonde hair, darkcircles visible under her eyes, and wearing a very revealing fur dress. She seemed bored as she rummaged through various cabinets. The otter then reappears, seeming very nervous.

"Madame, I say, please, do be careful! if you need anything, you need not do anything but..."

"Hey, chill!", she interrupts in a bimbo-ish tone. "I was just, like, trying to dump slime all over the place, and stuff." That didn't change the otter's mood.

Don't know what happened until dream ended. I felt myself waking up, ready for another DIELD.

Dream 4 - Just Chill

I was back in bed, the amplified noise of the AC confirming my dream state.

Waited around for a dream to form, but nothing seemed to happen. Just then, I felt a hand rubbing my back, soothing but very cold to the touch. I turn around, and an unusual woman formed of glowing, faintly blue mist, her face similar as the one before.

"You should learn to ease yourself", she says in a soft tone.

The mist woman gently tilts my head away from her, and continues stroking her hand on my shoulders and back, all while occasionally blowing chilled, placid wind towards me. It was very soothing.

This goes on for about two minutes, until light stops illuminating the area. I awaken briefly to perform another DIELD.

Dream 5 - Void Confrontation

I was in bed, already certain I was in a dream state.

Felt invigorated, and eager for a rumble. I tried visualising myself on desolate cliffs, set in purple skies. I waited for a while, but nothing seemed to happen.

So, I just stood up on bed and thought to get started then and there, starting by just shadow-fighting, punching and kicking the air as a child would. Music then begins playing, Metallic Madness Present from Sonic CD, which really pumped me up.

Suddenly, I'm slapped from the back of my head. The culprit appears in view. Turns out this was a floating, greasy slice of pepperoni pizza. I tried striking and catching it, but it was very evasive, darting and dodging around at insane speeds.

And then, I'm "drop-chuted" into the void, just falling into emptiness. As I descended, another figure dropped in after me, who happened to be Mordecai from Regular Show, humorously enough. When he got close, I bopped him in the face, and tossed him away; there was bigger fish... er... pizza... to fry.

Soon, I caught sight of the slice. I flew after it, requiring I make wild turns and loops to finally catch up. The slice then stood in place, where it immediately changed form. It now appeared as a thick, tasty looking hamburger, padded by much lettuce. As I snatched at it, I was suddenly blasted far away by a powerful shockwave.

Once I recovered, I noticed the hamburger becoming huge in the distance, growing many stories tall. It also attained a humanoid body, it's previous form now its oversized head, with the addition of some angry googly eyes. What's more, it was dressed fancily, wearing a black wool vest and dress pants, white collared shirt, red tie, and gleaming black dress shoes and tiny bowler hat. The Hamburger Titan ignored me in favor of attacking some unknown smaller figures on a glowing platform beside it, swiping at them and firing beams from his fingers.

"Oh, yeah?" I yell. "Well how about this!"

I drew my index and middle finger on my forehead, focusing energy there. On pointing at my target, I fire a spiralling yellow beam.

"Special Beam Cannon!"

The projectile closed in. Just then, the background music comes to a close. And with that, the Hamburger Man and the others just sort of shrug and walk off without a care. Of course, the beam missed entirely, and bursts in the distant darkness with a low rumble.

Then, I see an image in the distance. This shows an Asian woman working at an office, requesting files and supplies from her peers. Soon, I'm "yanked" back in bed, where I slowly awaken.

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.

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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 Wednesday 13 April 2016

I attained a WILD state today, having many dreamlets in between, as well as one complete dream at the end. I also remembered a fairly long dream before the first awakening, one that I'm sure had me attain a lucid state (or at least a false lucid), but at this point, I only have fragments of it.

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After a number of occurrences, I end up on the deck of a sail ship. There, I encounter a member from DreamViews (not sure who at the moment). Later, I speak with a disembodied head of an unknown bald guy. I become lucid at some point, or my dream form assumes as much.

Dream 1 - Kinda a Venetian Galleass
My arms went numb, and stayed that way for several minutes. I'd assumed this was merely a transition state into a full dream, but a breath check proved I was indeed dreaming. The surprise awakened me briefly, but I promptly returned, and in deeper sleep, no less.

Various dreams formed within several minutes. One was a false awakening involving my sleep being interrupted by family members.

There were also a few afflictions of REM Atonia, from which I woke up with difficulty breathing. A particular instance even had me inside a cloth padded coffin. Despite this, unlike in my other suffocation hallucinations, I managed to convince myself to remain calm, and drifted off to sleep afterwards.

Eventually, I spent several rounds floating backwards in the void. In most cases, I attempted and failed to bring light and clarity in various ways, including by trying to remove my sleeping mask, focusing on a certain point, and just plain intention.

A few incidents involved some furries showing up, their faces contorted with perverted expressions. Enraged at the sight, I quickly began strangling each one by one, which, in turn, caused them to "poof" out of existence.

After a few more excursions, I finally have the mind to attempt... well, I'll leave this part for myself. Heheheh.... A little kink, is all.

Several more trips to the void occurred, until I finally assert myself to create a scenery. I try remembering the sailing dream above, imagining myself on the deck of a ship. In seconds, this takes forms as a low res image of as much. Next, I thought of ambient noises, which were produced instantly, sounds of creaking wood and crashing waves echoing all around me. Out of personal taste, I wanted this ship to be a galleass, which would mean it's partially oar powered. And just like that, I began hearing the rhythmic splashes and hoarse grunting of such activity below. A literal skeleton crew, I imagined, though I never saw any of that.

The environment became brighter and more solidified, though it still retained gritty visuals. Above me was a deep blue dawn sky behind storm clouds, while a vast grey ocean was all that lay below and the ship, the scenery aided by the scent and sensation of an omnipresent sea breeze.

My perspective discorporates a distance ahead and above of the ship. It seemed more a stout sailboat, like a cog, than a vast war galley. Furthermore, its details fluctuates in resolution, from choppy, to cartoony 3D (think early PSOne game quality), to quite realistic. A "map view", perhaps?

Anyway, the vessel was beset by rough tide. Quite rough, in fact, as the waves slammed right over the ship. Despite this, the ship pressed forward.

I start to wonder about this. "Huh. For a second, I thought it'd surely..."

Before I could finish that thought, the ship capsizes immediately.

"Boss!", shouts an unknown masculine, raspy, and seemingly dehydrated voice nearby. "We're going down!"

My viewpoint realigns itself, where I could see, feel, and taste that I'm submerged entirely in seawater, accidentally gulping down a copious amount of the stuff. I resurface and recover in short order. Now, I could see a small landmass ahead of me, a tiny island, with a disproportionately tall grey mountain in its center. "Looks like I'll find my 'White Whale' after all", I think to myself.

Unfortunately, the dream dissolves immediately afterwards.

Created Tuesday 12 April 2016

Could only remember one dream today, the first dream of the day, and I'm pretty sure it's not in it's entirety. Kinda reluctant to post it, but it's been a bit since my last entry online, so what the hey.

Dream 1 - Bad News for a Delivery Guy

The visuals were dim and slightly blurred. I was entering an unknown apartment room, the poor lighting indicating dusk. It was kinda a mess, though the decorations and furniture seemed otherwise decent enough. My brother, Sebastian, was accompanying me.

Soon, I interacted with two figures inside. One was Sam, an old friend of mine, who hasn't changed since I last saw him many years ago. The other was an unknown, tanned skinned, dark haired Caribbean Hispanic woman, slightly fat, plain looking, and wearing a sundress. They've given me charge of a small, metal box, which I was to deliver. A look inside revealed a large portion of marijuana, already rolled up inside cigar paper. The woman promised me one of these joints (in addition to payment, I believe) should I complete the task. I accepted, though revealed nothing of how I wasn't interested in such things. My brother and I then left.

We were passing through a sidewalk by a shopping plaza, the car lots mostly empty, all under a dawn sky. I've apparently owned a white truck, class 6, much like a movers' truck.

Then, I recieved a call from an unknown, dark cased phone. On the other line was mom, who was sobbing and could barely speak. At that, I immediately felt glum; I knew exactly what she was going to say. Not willing to talk about it here. I began to wonder how such a terrible thing could happen so suddenly. That's when I realized the dream state, though I was much too embittered and enraged to think clearly.

"What the hell is this shit?!", I yell at my unconscious self. "I didn't need this!"

I wake up immediately afterwards in less than good spirits.

Created Sunday 03 April 2016

Today, I managed to get into a WILD state. I also remembered one other dream besides that one, though not as much of it as I should.

Spoiler for Spoilered to save space:

Spoiler for WARNING: Potential Steven Universe Spoilers:

Dream 1 - Gem China Doll

The visuals were somewhat blurred. I wasn't sure where I was, only knowing I was watching TV on a large screen. My brother, Theodore, was also nearby.

Surfed around for a bit before settling on a cartoon. Only, this turned out to be Steven Universe, a show not to our preference anymore. I was about to change it, though seeing hints of the season's end made me delay that if briefly.

Well, Steven was captured once again, being hauled off by a battered and apprehensive Jasper. They arrived within an unknown plane, mostly dark save for a cool colored floor. A tall, bright figure stepped forth from the shadows: Yellow Diamond has returned.

A short dialogue begins, where Jasper presents Steven as a plea in restoring lost honor. Just then, she's impaled by several spears, and (save for her gem) "poofs" out of existence. A pan out reveals Steven's fellow Crystal Gems, Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl, a distance behind, primed for battle.

Steven takes Jasper's gem, and, in an uncharacteristic move, shatters it on the ground, much to everyone's shock. But, as Steven reveals, he didn't kill her, but rather, changed her. Jasper reforms, much different this time, as she now appeared as a life sized, brunette china doll in a black and white dress. The doll's lifeless smile was very unsettling, not helped that it retained movement in its wide eyes.

Not too clear on what happened, save that Yellow Diamond suffered a similar fate. Not much else happened until the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Inedible Snacks and a Phone Call

Scene 1 - A Lesson in Dream Gastronomy
During my WILD attempt, someone walked in to awaken me, and then stepped out. Surely, this was to remind me of some arrangement later in the day. I was annoyed at first, but this got me a bit suspicious. Indeed, after waiting for a few minutes, I noticed a dizzying sensation in my head, a tell-tale sign that I was (near) dreaming. Such joy would've make me jump right into trying stupid things for fun, but I reigned that in quickly in favor of sorting through the TOTMs.

Being the gourmand that I am, I first thought of TOTM number one. And so, I bit into whatever was nearby, the pillows, in this case. This tasted of but scented fabric, much to my disappointment.

I was a bit concerned of my state. So, I got out of bed, opened the drapes, and looked outside. Instead of my backyard, I found an urban area before me, multistoried concrete buildings as far as the eye could see, all under a grey, cloudy dawn sky. That's all the reassurance I needed.

Anyway, directly below was the roof of one of such squared towers. I quickly jumped right out the window towards there, landing safely via a slowed descent. There wasn't much to see, just a mostly flat, concrete rooftop with an occasional steam vent. Painted a few feet within the perimeter was a yellow line, not unlike street lines. The visuals began deteriorating, but a quick hand rubbing fixed that up good.

Once again, I thought to try the taste task, so, I peeled off some of the paint and had a sample. This, I realized, wasn't anything good, just chalk. What a pity.

Not sated, I looked around for something else, and eventually found a small, concrete stone. I bit into this, only to find it was just as it was, looking, feeling (and as difficult to bite into), and, in this case, tasting like an ordinary rock. Had mixed feelings here, both wonder and disappointment on such realism. Surely, it wouldn't have killed me to have it flavored like, say, a rolled hazelnut cream wafer, or a Chick-O-Stick, or something?

Oh, well. Without delay, I moved onto another task: laying on a bed of clouds. I looked up at the storm clouds above, and thought, "I am there", all while purposefully trembling in place (the latter being my personal method of warping). But, instead of that, the visuals, if not the environment, simply fogged up. Before long, I was transitioned without input.

Scene 2 - Fumbled the Call
The visuals were dark. I was back in bed, the poor lighting indicating the dead of night. I was still aware of my dream state.

Immediately, I got up and out the room. I overheard voices from one of the rooms nearby, probably mom and one of my brothers, but I ignored that. Anyway, I went downstairs towards the front door, glancing at the fancy cupboard on my way there. From out the window, I saw a clear night sky, less then ideal conditions for the previous attempted task.

All of a sudden, the environment began collapsing before me, leaving me standing in the void. At this, I prioritized on my personal task: finding my dream guide, by ear, primarily, considering my hindered sight. I instinctively tapped on my temple, which, in turn brought forth a discorporated interface, a hologram of monochrome green text on a black background. A series of about a dozen numbers cycled in view, all to the noise of low buzzing. An IP address, I thought. In any case, after a click, the screen changes, now displaying two very blurred portraits. Was this it? After a pause, I break the silence.

"Hello?"

"Yes?", responded the entity, the voice feminine and sounding beleaguered.

"Are you a dream guide?"

"Yes", she says more impatiently.

I almost freeze from excitement, but recompose myself through heavy breaths. I noticed the portraits were behaving erratically, becoming blurred stains in one moment, and, for a brief flicker, completely clear the next. From this, I could note a dark haired, round faced woman on the other line. What's more, both these images were drawn in, depicting us in some comic-book like style. Anyway, once I'm ready, I continue.

"So... does this mean you'll be my dream guide?" An ominous quiet follows, one that felt like minutes. Before long, she answers, this time, with a more mischievous tone.

"You'll have to find me first."

The screen vanishes afterwards. In desperation, I go in a frantic search, fumbling around in the dark space for... no given reason. Hindsight sure makes this seem ridiculous. Well, I did at least think to brighten the place up, trying to do so through willpower alone. I didn't quite get that, instead finding faint light reflecting off a familiar environment, the entrance to my home, specifically.

But, before I could act, the dream collapses immediately, and I find myself in bed.

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.

Created Saturday 19 March 2016

Today, I could identify a number of dreams, though I only have scraps for most of them. Still, it's a lot more than I've been recalling as of lately, so I'm quite grateful. Also, starting now, I'll be listing partial dreams in their own sections within their respective log entries.

Spoiler for Spoilered to save space:

Scraps Group 1
Could vaguely remember wandering with a magical or supernatural woman.


Dream 1 - TOM and Steven Featuring the RED Soldier

The visuals were dim. This took place in a darkened room, the floors made of wood. I was not present in this dream.

Soon, a tiny saucer shaped spaceship lands on a countertop, appearing drawn in traditional animation. A small robot figure steps out, who, aside from being 2D, appears just like TOM (either 2, 3, or 5), Toonami's host. He looks around in silent amazement.

A while later, another figure appears, one proportioned to rest of the room. This was identified as Steven Universe from his namesake show. Steven quickly notices something caught in spider webs, which, to his surprise, is TOM, whom is no bigger than his finger. The Gem rescues TOM and carries him along. Just then, spiders start crawling all over Steven, making him alternate between yelling in fright and giggling from being tickled. He recovers enough to squish them, leaving green gunk stains on his clothes and arms.

The two then head off to a corner. From there, a large shouldered man appears from the shadows. As he steps out, he's revealed as the RED Soldier from Team Fortress 2, cel shaded 3D and all. There's a short exchange between them, but I don't remember what that was about.

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

Dream 2 - Disgusting New Food Craze

The visuals were dim. This took place in a combination arcade and fast food restaurant, flashing machines around a retro fifties "futuristic" styled counter. I was not present in this dream.

Eventually, two cartoon figures enter the area, the two clearly being Beavis and Butt-Head. They start arguing over some petty matter, which quickly escalates into violence. Much flailing around and slapping ensued. At one point, Beavis throws something on Butt-Head face, what's revealed as a damp paper with poo stains on it. This causes Butt-Head to stop the fight, as he now had a plan.

So, when no one noticed, the slacker throws the soiled paper into an open chute nearby. This was apparently some food storage and self-service device, a dispenser for huge, cudgel-sized french fries. People soon served themselves and ate the tainted fries, which, surprisingly enough, was greatly enjoyed. After much hype, a long line formed to sample this "delicacy". Needless to say, the two teens were quite amused at the others' ignorance.

Cut to some time later, while the store was empty of all but two people. One of these was the store manager, a middle aged, tanned skinned, haired Hispanic guy with long, dark hair and a moustache. He spoke with a janitor or somesuch, a very old, light skinned man in a blue jumpsuit. They discussed all the sudden attention, where the manager revealed the soiled paper. He cited it as the secret to his recent success, one which must never be discovered. He made hints of clearly abusing this health hazard further.

I don't remember much else until dream ended.

Scraps Group 2
Owena and me were driving around in a small, squared coupe, travelling in an urban area. Some motorcyclist behind us bumps into the rear bumper, causing his belongings to scatter to all over the place. He drove passed us while yelling and gesturing rudely. I then "remembered" some important object being in the trunk, keys or something hidden in groceries, and suspected he might have taken them.

Both of us were then by a stream on a rocky cliffside, many people in swimwear around the area. My sister and I set out to collect water, doing so by wringing out whatever we collected with our hair for some reason. I tried controlling water through supernatural powers, though there was too little to do so. I wondered why I didn't just do so from the stream, but shrugged this off.

I was in some school, and then left. This was possibly linked to the dream below.

Dream 3 - Transit and Spongebob

The visuals were dim. I was waiting around at a public transit, either a bus or train station.

From the start, I was worried I would miss the last ride home. A few transit vehicles passed by at several intervals, but I knew neither would take me close enough. The last one pulled in, and so I had no choice but take it.

When seated inside, I pulled out a phone (despite not owning one at the moment). I called home, and asked someone to pick me up. During the conversation, I revealed I was in some route that started in Georgia, which I knew would only take me about three-quarters the way back.

My perspective then discorporates. Eventually, a two cartoon figures enter and seat themselves, the pair being Squidward and Spongebob from the latter's respective show, similar mannerisms and all. Spongebob soon points outside, revealing some supposedly extraordinary event. This had something to do with a roller case someone was dragging. Apparently, Squidward previously swore on ill omens if such a thing occurred. Spongebob laughed at the coincidence, though Squidward found little humor in such supposedly fearful happenings.

Don't know what else happened until dream ended.

Scraps Group 3
Something about wandering in a shopping district by a beach, going along there with family members. This somehow leads to the dream below.

Dream 4 - Sickeningly Saccharine Steven

The visuals were dim. I was sitting in one of the cushioned chairs within a movie theatre, several family members seated nearby.

This opens up with a cartoon clip, one apparently on Steven Universe, though it already skipped ahead to the ending. The lead character sings about some life lessons he's learned, all to the sound of a showtune. Much of the topic revolved around people and accepting differences. Most prominent was a supposed uncle, who turned out to be "Grunkle" Stan from Gravity Falls. Steven compared the greedy man to himself, and then his father. This singing was set in various locations, amongst these being a Vegas-esque casino, and a hidden pirate cave, from which coins and valuables flooded when Steven struck a false rock with a studded cane.

Many in the audience left in disgust, including my family. Guessed they thought this too sappy. I stuck around for a bit more, but this got too saccharine for me to enjoy, and I left as well.

I don't remember much else until dream ended.

Dream 5 - Explosive School Day

The visuals were blurred. I was wandering around the hallways of a school, the walls of a glazed ceramic material.

Much of the path was unusually empty. Eventually, I find a lone figure in the distance, a thin woman with very pale skin, wild blonde pigtails, and dressed in black and red pants while shirtless, save for a black top. I soon identified her as Harley Quinn, as depicted in more recent times, made more clear from her white facepaint and black eyelines and lipstick. Her presence made me very nervous, especially since she apparently pretended not to notice me. Despite my better judgement, I continue along.

I then passed through a wide doorway, the hall now continuing to the left. Standing on the corner was another spectacular figure; the Joker, appearing more or less as he did in Batman: The Animated Series. His signature grin made me stop in panic.

Didn't seem either of them noticed me, but I still wanted to pass through. I needed a plan to continue. That's when I knew I could turn invisible. And so, with a silly ninja pose, I faded from view. As I tiptoed by them, I just remembered I could fly, which I thought would be quieter. Thus, I sat down cross-legged and hovered away slowly.

I looked back, where I suddenly noticed the villain drawing a pistol, who then fired blindly in my direction. In reaction, I fell flat to the ground. I then crawled sluggishly away from the gunfire, and somehow reached safety past another doorway.

Things get hazy for a moment. I know I end up in a classroom, seated in one of the side desks. Soon, I get distracted by a CRT-screened computer on a wood table in the corner. The teacher, a stout, light skinned woman a few years older than me, her hair, tight pants, and jacket all black, notices this, and rebuked me.

Suddenly, an explosion is heard outside, smoke visible from out the window behind me. This was the Joker's work, I just knew it. Must have not been such a rare occurrence, given the others' lack of reaction. Anyway, I use this opportunity to sneak towards computer. There's just something I had to take care of.

On the screen was a command line interface, text in green. After typing a few things, I "remembered" being able to connect to computers with my mind, all via an implant on my temple. My vision fades to display only a maze-like grid, lines vanishing and appearing sporadically. Whatever I did, I successfully steal valuable (and lucrative) information, and disconnect.

I was back in class, though it seemed that very little time has passed since. Well, the teacher caught me, and yells at me again, demanding that I behave. I return to my seat, embarrassed, hearing a few snickers along the way. I then take a better look at the teacher, where I realized her voluptuous figure and pretty looking face. I was now greatly interested in her, and, even thought to ask her out, but opted not to out of respect for the teacher/student relation.

More uncertainty. I remember discerning a girl I've seen from back in highschool, who appeared similar enough, save that her nose was bumpy from acne. Eventually, another explosion occurred. I reflected on previous bombing incidents, remembering how at least one fatality resulted from such. Couldn't fathom how those maniacs were still allowed to roam the school undisturbed.

I don't remember anything else until dream ended.

Dream 6 - Gas Station Explosion

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was back in my old job at the gas station, working the register. On the other register was a former co-worker, Antonio.

This place was very, very busy, the line reaching all the way across with no end in sight. I soon served a tall, long haired, barrel chested Native American guy, dressed in a blue collared shirt and denim pants. He purchased scratch-off lottery tickets, paying with a $20. But, I found I had trouble fiddling with change, where I almost accidentally gave him $25 instead of $15. Part of this fumbling was from numerous bills in incorrect slots. Either way, I was left thoroughly confused, while the guy got impatient at the delay. I asked Antonio for help in this, though he was busy handling problems of his own.

Suddenly, the alarm began sounding, lights flashing from a pillar in the middle of the store (fake feature). At first, I was only frustrated, as I suspected some hooligan triggered it. But then, a boom sounded outside. Looking there, I found smoke all throughout the pumps and lot. I went pale; this was certainly a real emergency.

Well, I tried my best to remain calm. My first action was to speak through the intercom, where I informed everyone outside to walk away and leave behind their vehicles and belongings. Many drove off despite this warning, almost creating a bigger hazard than needed. I then firmly addressed those inside, telling them to take the emergency exit on back. Many panicked, and almost stampeded out, but I got their attention just in time. From that, I informed them to remain calm and walk quickly but carefully to the exit, corralling them through hand signals as I did.

I don't remember much else until dream ended.

Dream 7 - Apartment 35W

The visuals were blurred. I was a passenger in a small, old, unknown vehicle in poor repair. In the driver's seat was an unknown light skinned man.

Much of the intro isn't very clear at the moment. I know we wandered throughout an urban environment, possibly to find a parking space, or something. A while later, the guy drops me off by an apartment complex, where he hands me a key and drives off.

Then, I head upstairs, and cross through a balcony-hallway. Wasn't sure what I needed to find. A look at the key revealed "35W" or "15W" imprinted on it, so I look around until I find the like room, unlock the door, and walk inside.

I was surprised to find people already there, an extended family of tanned skin Caribbean Hispanics. Amongst them, I readily identified a group of bespectacled old ladies, as well as a fairly large 30-something year old woman. I greeted a few of the older dames with an embrace, awkwardly, as each were holding small bowls of food filled with white rice and some soup meal. In one case, soup accidentally spills on the floor. I offer to clean it, but the lady insists doing this themselves.

I then converse with the big woman. She comments on the others being messy to begin with, thoroughly describing a vomit accident that apparently occurred a day or two ago.

Not sure on what else happened 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.

Created Monday 29 February 2016

I managed to get a late WILD today. There were also fragments of various other dreams I remember, one before my first awakening, one before my LD attempts, and another that occured between those attempts. First one had me and my sister exiting a suburban apartment complex. The next one had me watching the 2012 Ninja Turtles cartoon, where an unusually large Splinter fights off a snake-formed Karai in the sewers, until he calms her down with a picture of her mother. Finally, another dream involved me, my sister, and my nephew watching what was supposedly an anime movie for the original Dragon Ball, though all I saw was a sentient steam roller flattening living furniture.

Spoiler for Spoilered to save space:

Dream 1 - An Uneventfully Amusing Search For a Guide

Scene 1 - I Have To Go Now, My Dream Needs Me
I felt a familiar whirling motion in my head, a clear sign I was (almost) dreaming.

Before anything, I calmed myself with heavy breaths for about a minute. I then immediately thought of the TOTMs, the Dream Guide task in particular. And so, while keeping my eyes closed, I proceeded.

"I am ready for my Dream Guide.", I intoned. Nothing seemed to happen. I tried again. "I am ready for my Dream Guide." Still nothing. I continued, this time getting louder. "I am ready for my Dream Guide! I AM READY FOR MY DREAM GUIDE!" Null.

Got concerned of my state at this point. Maybe I needed to see? Well, not with my eyes, they were covered by a sleeping mask. But with "Dream Eyes?" So I uttered those words various times. "Dream Eyes! Dream Eyes!" Like before, no results.

Something else then. A change of scenery, perhaps? So, I imagined myself flying out of the room. As it would occur, that's exactly what happened, where I felt myself floating in the same posture I slept in as I kinda slid off the window. Blinding sunlight seeped through my eyelids, whereupon I transitioned immediately.

Scene 2 - Just a Giant Doll
The visuals started off bright, but highly blurred. Wasn't sure where I was at first, only knowing that I was standing on ground, and that I was still aware of my dream state.

Took a thorough look around the place. In a few seconds, the environment became clearer and clearer. I could immediately see large, green stalks surrounding me. Or so I thought, for a better look revealed these to be enormous garden plants, unkempt blades of grass and leaft weeds the size of small trees. Indeed, I could note a huuuuge house a short distance to my left, its outer walls light colored horizontal wood panels, and the sill plate a lattice frame painted white.

Now, I woulda just took off exploring, but decided to stick with the tasks. So, I once again called out, "I am ready for my Dream Guide". Suddenly, I felt myself getting pulled and dragged away for a moment. When I come to, I see that I'm already within the giant house, the kitchen, exactly, as noted by the building sized counter and cupboards a distance ahead, while the floor beneath me was of vast vinyl tiles. To my right was a square, thin legged wooden table, also very big, of course.

I glance behind, only to see a startling sight before me: a tremendous, light-skinned, bespectacled giantess, well over a hundred feet tall, big enough that I likely didn't even reach her ankle. She seemed petite for her size, and, more prominently, was drawn in as an anime-esque cel-shaded 3D figure. Her black, straight hair reached her shoulder. Moreover, she was dressed in a jean jacket and jean skirt ensemble, the latter reaching her knees, all while wearing soft, brown leather flats.

For a moment, I could only gaze up in awe. The giant woman didn't seem to notice me, just starting off into the distance. It's probably for this reason that she walked forward heedlessly in my direction. She would have squashed me had I not took a grand leap backwards, well, relatively speaking, as she closed that distance with a single step. I looked up again, and saw she was now gazing down at me, smiling faintly. Good, I had her attention. Of course, I had to ask her the obvious question.

"Are you my Guide?" There was no response. So, I asked again. "Are you my Guide?" She tilted her head in confusion, but remained silent.

By this point, I kinda guessed I wasn't going to get much from her. Just a lifeless doll, like a video game character. Pity, but oh well. It was fun either way. I floated up to her at face level, telling her I was off to do other tasks, and bade her farewell. Of course, she did nothing but stare idly.

From here, my sights were set on another task: creating fire and ice in each hand. Shouldn't be too hard, I thought, given I've done similar things in previous dreams. Didn't really notice an incoming transition.

Scene 3 - Can't Flick Out Fire Nor Frost
The visuals were dim, and the clarity in the background fluctuated wildly. I was now stepping out from an unknown place into an outdoor hallway, blue-ish dawn light reflecting off the cement walls and floors. I retained awareness, and was, at this point, regular sized relative to the environment.

With clear purpose, I raised and looked upon both my hands, which remained consistently clear compared to the rest of the environment. They seemed a bit rougher than normal, bearing scars and calluses that I'm sure don't actually exist. Anyway, I tensed up my fingers, and tried visualizing an aura emanating from each, blue for the left, and red for the right. I could somewhat see static of such description flickering from them, all while said extremities grew numb with a very faint sensation of coolness and warmth, respectively. Progress, but nowhere near enough. I concentrated more, but this yielded no further results until it ended completely.

So, I tried a different approach, thinking of how spellcasting worked in other games, Skyrim in particular. At this, dark, fist sized glowing orbs were formed in my trembling hands, as planned. A flick of my wrist, I thought, and I'll get what I need. I launched these spheres into the air, which promptly vanished to the sound of a swhishing noise. But, aside from that, this produced no obvious results. I repeated again, straining myself further and further, but nothing.

Suddenly, my view discorporates during one of these castings, where I could see my previous perspective fit within a rectangular corner of my view, as if it occurred within a small screen. Well, most of my previous perspective, as I couldn't quite see my right hand. As disorienting as this was, I continued my attempts, seeing and feeling myself forming and releasing more energy to no other effect. Eventually, I realign fully with my body, though the visuals deteriorated greatly by that point.

And then, I felt terrible discomfort in my jaw, where I sensed my upper front teeth have somehow been shoved between my lower teeth. "Oh, yeah," I thought. "Forgot I slept on my side today." Now, I knew better than to think this was actually happening. Whatever the case, I was snapped out of the dream that very instant. Guess even thinking of your real body would do as such after all...

Got a DILD today, and even chained it into various scenes. Regretably, there's a bit of details I can't recall at the moment, but I think I still got the important stuff. Aside from that, I could also remember scraps from the endings of an earlier dream before the first awakening, something about humming "Surging Power" from Knuckles' Chaotix, and messing with a GUI.

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Dream 1 - Greenhouse Manor

Scene 1 - I Think It Was a Library-Classroom
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was seated in a desk within a classroom. Not your typical classroom either, for it apparently shared space with a library, as indicated by the rows of bookshelves in an adjacent, slightly elevated widened area. Moreover, the place was constructed of light wood.

Very little I could recall of this. There were some interactions with high-school aged kids, and also a bit of me floating around while collecting books from the library. That's all I remember until the scene transitioned.

Scene 2 - Redwood Awareness
The visuals were dimmer but otherwise clear. I was a passenger in an unknown vehicle, travelling through a forested highway at daytime. There were others there with me, close family members, I'm sure, but I can't remember who exactly.

As I looked on, I noticed just how large the trees were, big enough to block out all sunlight save for what little passed through the canopy formed from their branches, their numerous small leaves dark green in color. Only redwoods would ever reach such a size. On piecing together that I was nowhere near where these trees grow, I gained awareness of my state. Even then, I could only gaze in awe for much of this time.

Eventually, the visuals begin deteriorating. I hurry to focus on a single point, staring at a group of trees ahead. This sight lingered for a bit before it too collapsed.

I sensed myself waking up, though I made sure to keep calm, and just remember what I saw. In turn, the environment returned intact once more.

After a bit, I noticed a disturbing lack of noise. As I imagined what I might just hear, the scene transitions immediately.

Scene 3 - Animal Flinger
The visuals were similar to last time. I was in a large hall, the floor covered with bright red carpeting. There were various others roaming around the area, all fancily dressed, though I couldn't really distinguish either of them yet. From the start, I retained awareness.

As I looked around, I noticed obvious elements from the previous two scenes. More spectacular was the number of trees growing inside the place, a number of them lined up to form walls, while a few were arranged in the center as columns. In fact, aside from being scaled down a bit, these were all the same exact trees as before. Furthermore, besides the lack of furniture, the general layout of the area was very similar to that of the aforementioned classroom, elevated space and all.

Things get a bit unclear for a moment. I know I float around as I wander a bit, staring at a tree or two on occasion to keep the environment steady. There was also some interaction to an amusing looking figure, a moustachioed, dark haired, light skinned middle-aged man wearing some fancy, black colored, Victorian era styled clothing, including a jacket, pants, and a tophat. From what I gathered, he was the host to this place. Pity I don't remember our chat.

After wandering around alone for a bit, I was called on by that gentleman again, of whom had a group of his peers with him, an aristocratic couple both of late middle age. I "moon-jumped" in their direction, only to realize something was in my trajectory. It was a large, white and light brown furred dog, some big, shaggy, well groomed shepherd breed, long bangs covering its eyes.

Didn't want to hit the thing, so I sort of waved at it, hoping it would just go away. Instead, I unwittingly flung it upwards through telekinesis, sending it spinning several stories high. Unexpected, but amusing. Anyway, I guided it (somewhat) slowly to the ground, a bit too rough a landing for its own comfort, but nothing harmful, all before I myself landed. Unsurprisingly, the thing yelped and ran off. Meanwhile, the others were in awe at the sight.

I got all too eager to try more. Soon, I noticed a grey squirrel climbing down a tree. A perfect test subject. I pointed my open right hand towards it, and focused on it for a bit. This seemed to have no effect at first, until I concentrated just a bit more, where it suddenly sprung skyward. Not the intended result, but oh well.

Like before, I guided the animal to the ground, only to notice a change as I did so. Its form became... fluid, somehow, warping into a different shape before solidifying again. The results weren't pretty, its head replaced with another tail, and the fur and skin on its back outstretched to form hairy bird wings. I could only barely slow it down during its fall. The thing landed harshly, but it scurried off otherwise unharmed.

"Uh oh," I commented. "Guess I made a 'flying squirrel'". The others were unamused at my quip.

In any case, I continued messing around with this telekinesis, choosing some other non-human mammal as a subject. Don't know what it was, knowing only that it was about knee high and had black fur. Whatever it was, I was able to more controllably drag it upwards, keeping it suspended for a while. Sort of lost focus, and accidentally dropped it to the ground. It would have hit full force had I not reacted quickly. Like the other animals, it immediately took off in panic.

Not sure what else happened. The scene transitioned eventually, during which I lose lucidity. I ended up in a mall area, and accompanied someone to see a concert, or something. That's all I remembered until the dream ended.

Created Wednesday 24 February 2016

I managed to get a DILD, and a vivid one at that. Aside from that, there were a number of dreams I could recall today, more than in recent times. Probably a side effect of my new WILD anchors. Anyway, I know I remembered scraps of a dream after the first awakening, but forgot that by now. Before the first dream below, I could somewhat remember being in a desolate urban shopping district, where I played 16-bit era video games. There was some interaction with a bizarre, monstrous woman, one with arthropodal features, whom I nonetheless treated as a friend. After a few other dreams, there was also something about Futurama, where Fry turned into some giant, hideous slime creature, and beckoned for Leela to let him eat her, the latter of whom became conflicted on the matter for some reason. Finally, there were also fragments related to being in an urban environment or cityscape, all of which influenced similar dreams listed below.

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Dream 1 - Awkward Awakening Utterances

I was awakened by someone shaking me. In response, I implore them to stop, letting slip some things in mind.

"I want... death...", I mutter "...no... dreams... more dreams..."

When coming to, I realized I was in the downstairs bedroom, sleeping on Maxwell's bed for some reason, light from out the door allowing me to see just enough. Anyway, turns out my brother, Maxwell, was the one who awakened me. He was astounded, but mostly annoyed, demanding that I get out. As he yanked me off, I blurted a bit about my previous dream experience, the aforementioned city and monster woman one hinted above. Maxwell wasn't concerned, responding only to my previous utterances, noting on me being weird.

I stumbled out of the room, passed the living room and headed to the kitchen, the only place that had lights on. I rummaged through the cupboards for a snack. There were lots of things within these, the top cupboard specifically containing a plastic bag of reddened, oxidized cacao powder, while I accidentally spilled an opened plastic bag of brown sugar while sifting through the spice cabinet.

Brian then shows up, to whom I point the humor in having all that food, while some apparent guests we were meant to share it with never showed up.

I woke up soon afterwards, or at least, that's what I assumed, as I'm sure this was a false awakening. Don't recall what else occurred, but it wasn't much.

Dream 2 - Not This Time, Vermin!

Not sure where I was or what I was doing. All I knew was that something was crawling on my cheek, specifically, a medium sized cockroach, the foul thing heading directly for my mouth. I struggled to blow it away from me, straining my inhalations to keep it from getting sucked in. I soon realized my breathing felt different, being far more difficult even given the circumstances. This got me to recall similar nightmares, and so I realized my state.

Well, the tickling sensation continued, but remained in place, where I determined this was just my hair. Just an illusion after all. Figured I was still in bed. I dropped to sleep without thinking this further.

Dream 3 - Tell That To Someone Who Cares

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was at home in the living room, excessive lights on at the time indicating it was night time. A large gathering of people there, mostly extended family members.

Soon, I distinguished my uncle, Slaven, dressed in a grey suit. He was especially clingy, finding pretense to hug me or pat my back. How annoying.

I slunk away at the first opportunity, heading to the downstairs bedroom. Maxwell was inside, using his computer. Another figure entered soon enough, my Aunt Stacy, who was dressed in a black colored blouse and tights. In her hand was a children's book, from which started reading parts to us for some reason. This contained flagrant amounts of religious moral lessons. Couldn't stomach more than half of it, where I had to interrupt her. I argued how ridiculous it was for her to read such a thing to me, saying she'd be better off inciting this to children like my niece and nephew. She was taken aback, and walks off without a word. I felt a bit guilty, but I knew it was for the best.

A bit afterwards, I walked to the bathroom, where I find another uncle, Sefu, meandering there. His presence frightened me for some reason. Indeed, I was sure I saw him with a horrific, distorted face for a moment, only to laugh this off as my mind playing tricks. "As a dream", I thought to myself. He seemed normal from there. He then looked away, where I anticipated he'd probably turn around with that demon face again, though he looked intact upon looking back.

Not sure what else happened until the dream ended soon afterwards.

Dream 4 - Not Dressed For Winter

The visuals were bright but slightly blurred. I was walking outside an urban environment under a greyish-white sky, going to a lot between various tall, brown bricked buildings. Various family members accompanied me, of whom I discerned my sister, Isaura, and her children, Rheia and Sans.

As we went along, I noticed the ground was pure white. I soon realized the area was dusted with soft snow, which grew thicker as we moved along. Sans and Rheia were filled with wonder at the sight, just as well, as they've never seen snow first-hand in their life. Too bad none of us were prepared for this, all improperly dressed for the occasion, though I only remember of my own attire of a red T-Shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes.

The kids began tossing and shovelling up sprays of snow, though I told them it's best if we changed first. Indeed, the freezing weather became very apparent at that moment, and so I bade the two to hurry along.

I don't know what else happened until dream ended.

Dream 5 - Simple Seated Stroll
The visuals were dim but otherwise clear. I woke up under a canopy, which, on crawling out, was revealed as a large and wide set of diamond-plated stairs, going up at least a story high. From there, I noticed I was on the roof of a multi-storied building, itself dwarfed by the surrounding drab colored apartment buildings typical of urban environments. Yellow-orange lights in the streets below contrasted with a starless, clear night sky. Two booths on opposite ends of the roof to my sides were the only obvious exits.

Found two or three other figures in the area. One was a late middle aged, light skinned, blue-uniformed cop, while another I perceived to be a construction worker. The cop told me I wasn't authorized to be there, and questioned what I was doing there in the first place.

"Just looking for a place to sleep for the night", I said.

This brought self inquiry, where I questioned how I turned up in such a place. I just then remembered last sleeping in my room, and so determined I was dreaming.

My first thoughts were on some task I could get done, but with nothing in mind, I ignored that.

I then looked down below, observing the rows of lit street lights. Directly across the street ahead, I noticed a more suburban area, rows of small, yard-less houses, lines of vehicles parked on the street, and narrow, arboreous verges on both sides. Of the vehicles, I could note a few small squared coupes, a minivan, and several sedans, many of these painted white. Furthermore, the trees were rather squat, and were almost entirely bare of leaves.

Well, I decided to go for a simple stroll. I instinctively sat down Indian style, feeling long rough cotton pants in my legs. This, in turn, granted me unfettered flight, which I used to gently float down below. I hovered along the street, simply admiring the environment, focusing on a vehicle here, a lamp post there, or what have you.

After about two minutes, I got distracted by something I thought of. Don't recall the details, but whatever it was, it made me nervous of losing the dream state. Indeed, I could now see the environment was warping before my eyes. I woke up in bed soon afterwards; certified by several breath tests.

Dream 6 - Fly Away From a Fight

The visuals were bright, and only slightly blurred. I was walking around the sidewalk of a suburban area, not unlike what's around my neighborhood. Nearby were the beige colored concrete walls to a housing complex, while a mix of tropical and deciduous trees were visible in the grassy verges and yards beside me.

I entered one of these complexes, one with a copper text and gleaming black background logo stamped on the wall. There, I found a large group of young adults ahead. Thought they'd be up to no good. I somewhat remember some kind of brief interaction. Whatever it was, I tried ignoring them.

Just then, a few males there blocked my way. In reaction, I simply floated up and over them, and continued along as if nothing had happened. I could sense a few were following, but they kept their distance, and so I paid them no further attention.

I'm not sure what else occurred until the dream ended.

Created Saturday 20 February 2016

I succefully attained a WILD, and got what I believe was one of the TOTMs. There was a dream before the first awakening, which I partially recalled immediately after it occurred, though I remember nothing of it now.

Spoiler for Spoilered to save page space:

Dream 1 - Alien Codec Call

Scene 1 - No Sight, No Problem!
I was in bed, feeling as if I badly needed to use the bathroom. I thought to get up, but found it difficult to move, making me very suspicious. Soon, I felt a familiar dizzying sensation, making me certain I was near a dream state.

Now, I knew I could just roll off the bed, thinking I'd do this by wall-phasing for the TOTM. But, I was sure the nearest wall I could easily maneuver to was a bit far, not to mention that I was blindfolded at the moment, so I tilted myself off the nearest ledge instead, doing so with ease.

By that point, I was slowly descending into a vast pit of nothingness. Wondered why I ended up here, until remembering I didn't really have an initial destination in mind. Oh well, at least it was a soothing fall, and the warmth in the area felt relaxing.

Got bored, so I imagined I'd hit ground soon, which occurred faster than intended. Still too dark to see, so I felt around, my expectations set on feeling some grass and fallen leaves suitable for a forested environment. Instead, I discerned a dusty, chalky stone floor. Further rummaging revealed nothing else.

Then, I overheard the voices of children passing by.

"Hey look," shouted one, "there's a man on the floor there!"

I sensed them gathering around, muttering to each other in curiosity.

"Stay away from there!", I heard a woman yelling nervously. "Keep moving..." They left soon enough. Oh well, nothing interesting.

Anyway, I thought again of the TOMTs, cycling through the possible options. Given my vision problems, I knew the phone call one would be the best bet, and began thinking how I'd go on about that, probably feeling around for a phone or something.

And then, surprisingly enough, I heard something ringing. "That's weird", I thought, "where's that even coming from?" Something about this tone sounded familiar. Upon hearing it further, I identified it as the sound cue for Codec calls in Metal Gear Solid. "Nice, how convenient." By instinct, I tapped my right ear, immediately hearing a voice muffled by static.

"Hello?", I asked.

"Wwzzyyxaeu..." Thought it was more static.

I continue. "Is this another planet?"

"...wwwzzzuuy ayeaz awwz zaaxuuuiiieee...?" This droning went on for a while. As I heard more, I could indeed identify someone trying to communicate, someone with a high pitched tone. But, I learned this voice wasn't hindered at all. It's just how it spoke. Like a robot, one that spoke only in "z's" and vowels. In fact, aside from inciting its gibberish much faster, this thing sounded just as WALL-E. It's buzzing tones hinted curiosity. In time, the noise became louder, as if shouting angrily. After a single whooshing beep, the call gets dropped. Either way, this was very amusing.

Got a little concerned on whether I got the TOTM done right or not, so I decided to call again. This time, I tried visualizing an interface to go along with it, one styled as a black and green display as found in the aforementioned game. What I got was far cruder in comparison, seeming like it was made by an amateur flash artist, but I went with it anyway.

A few rings later, the call went through. From the display, I could indeed see I was speaking with something not of this world. This appeared as a generic Grey, one which, for some reason, wore the Cat in the Hat's... hat. Heh, talk about cliche. Anyway, my own profile in the display was left completely blank.

I then tried talking to it once more. "Hello again."

"Wwwuuueee iizzzxxaazz zzzeeee!", it droned. It was obviously not happy. The thing dropped the call yet again. Oh well, good enough for me.

From there, I resumed in visualizing the environment, this time, through appropriately themed music. Not too sure what I thought of, but I do know it was a cheery video game song. In any case, the environment began warping before my very eyes.

Scene 2 - Chalk Dungeon
The visuals were highly blurred. I was laying in the floor of a long, narrow corridor carved of chalk-white stone. I still maintained lucidiy.

Got up and wandered for around for a while, passing through various small furniture placed within indents. Of particular interest was finding an occasional dais carved in the walls, from which stood a full suit of plate armor. As I crossed these, I had to make a double take, for, from the corner of my eye, it seemed as if they'd somehow moved.

Noticed the music was the same as last time, which clashed with what I saw. I cycled through various other songs, not certain which ones, until I settled with the more appropriate theme for Serigon Caves from Link: Faces of Evil. That's better.

After a bit more travelling, I end up in a small room of the same chalky material, a suit of armor tucked to the left rear corner. I step in to look around, when suddenly, the music changes to some RPG battle theme. Glancing back, I could indeed see the nearby armor was alive after all, slowly pacing after me. I reactively pose myself in a boxing stance.

Unfortunately, the dream collapses immediately afterwards.

Scene 3 - Ah, Crap!
I woke up in bed, where, embarrassingly enough, I found that I soiled my drawers. Wasn't much, but still...

I walk stiffly to the nearest bathroom. To my dismay, I find my dad, and my brother, Xavier, were there working to fix something in the bathtub, with dad laying on the tub while Xavier hands him various tools. The two start arguing in Spanish, speaking on the differences in grammar found in the French and Spanish language, and difficulties found in translating between these. I recall Xavier claiming that Spanish was "too methodical", which seemed to insult dad a bit.

Anyway, I stood around impatient for them to finish, not even thinking to use the other bathroom not too far away.

I then awaken, both relieved (on not actually crapping my pants) and somewhat disappointed (in not realizing what I'd experienced sooner) to find that was just a false awakening.

Spoiler for MEDIA REFERENCES:

Codec:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P82zy333H2c


Link: Faces of Evil - Serigon Caves

Created Sunday 14 February 2016

Today, I managed to get into a few waking-dream states, one of which transitioned into a more complete dream scenario. Before that, prior to my first known awakening, I had a normal dream. There's more to the non-lucid portions of what's below, particularly in the scene within the second dream, but I don't know much of it now.

Dream 1 - Unnecessary Work Day

The visuals were dim. I was in a long, dark hallway, the construction of cement, hauling around a blue plastic cart full of cleaning supplies. This familiar object made me think I was back in my old job at the gas station, specifically in the back room, despite the area being much larger. Well, considering as much, I assumed I was tasked with cleaning the windshield washer containers.

During my walk, I encountered two former co-workers, Ricky and Maja, both dressed in the appropriate dark blue collared shirt and khaki uniform, and the latter having red-tinted black hair. There was some brief interaction, but I don't remember much of this.

After that, I head out to the store from the storage room, though by then, I lacked the cart. Anyway, I noticed there was a huge line forming, enough to reach all the way to the bathrooms. So I hurry to the registers to see if anyone needs help there. Once at the counters, I saw that both machines were already occupied, one serviced by my uncle, Hippolytos, and the other by an unknown, tanned skinned, dark haired Hispanic woman. Wasn't needed there, so I started my way out. My uncle calls out to me just then, telling me to fill in for him in a few minutes.

I don't recall much else until the dream ended.

Dream 2 - WILD Feelings

Scene 1 - A Typical WILD Initiation
I was in bed,I was in laying in bed, where I sensed a faint dizziness. So, I made an obstructed breath test, which indeed revealed I was in a (near) dream state. I soon noticed that I was sleeping with my covers over my head, and was also leaning on one of my hands. I tried not minding this much, until I suddenly felt short of breath, not to mention my hand going dead numb. And although I knew better than to heed this much, I eventually gave in, and forced myself awake.

Scene 2 - Spin It on Its Back!
Shortly afterwards, I found myself in a similar state, only this time, I made sure to sleep in a more appropriate position. Kinda drifted between this state and back, until I calmed down enough to anchor myself through my breaths.

From there, I tried moving around, but it seemed I was stuck. Even just imagining movement didn't seem to have any results. I then tried opening my "dream eyes", but aside from some faint, colorful flickering, I didn't notice any changes.

After waiting a while longer, I again attempted to imagine myself moving. This time, I could feel myself tilting just the slightest bit. So, I focused more intently, trying to force myself off the bed. I got far enough to do as much, but was suddenly thrust back into my bed by an unseen force. Furthermore, I was now spinning in place on my back. I rolled with that, and tried spinning faster and faster in hopes of transitioning, though I didn't really have a place in mind. It's perhaps for this reason, and that I probably went overboard on my intent, that I woke up abruptly.

Not that it mattered, for I found myself in the same state soon enough, albeit briefly, for I was transitioned immediately.

Scene 3 - Ignoring My Own Advice
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was standing within the courtyard of a complex of wide, short buildings, what I assumed was a school. Most had white walls and teal colored linings on the top, while at least one was painted peach. There might have been others around, but I ignored them. All this, visible from under a dawn sky. From the start, I retained awareness of my state.

I might have been to excited, for I thought nothing to just fly out of the place. But upon noticing the visuals deteriorating, I stopped, landing on the roof of the nearest building. For a moment, I thought I should be more careful, perhaps even deliberate, in my actions. There's so much possibilities, but I only have so much to consider... only to shrug this off and continue on my way without a care.

Now, I was cruising through an empty blue sky. By then, the visuals were very choppy, but I didn't mind, as I knew things would get better in time. Eventually, I noticed a row of tall, thin objects to my right, what seemed as ridiculously long picket fence posts. Their terrible, blocky resolution made it seem like dated 3D video game graphics, much like in Minecraft. I groaned at the thought of being in such a dream again, but on seeing the textures more resembling those of a PS1 era game than that, I let it slide.

Things get hazy for a moment, until I transition into another scene.

Scene 4 - Let's Not and Say We Did Play
The visuals were blurred. I was in my room, looking at a video playing on some computer (not sure if it was mine), the lighting indicating it was daytime. At this point, I lost awareness.

From the start, I identified the clip as a playthrough for an unknown game, some early era 16-bit arcade platformer action game, not unlike Ghosts and Goblins. Much of this had some armored hero guy chucking weapons at various monsters, all set in a brown mountain area under a monochrome blue sky. Apparently, something from this game was referenced by the cartoon show Rick and Morty, and so I watched eagerly for signs of this.

At one point, the hero fights the boss, a large, grey gargoyle. This creature switches between that and to a variety of shapes throughout the battle, including into a giant, demonic stone head, and an angry cloud of dust.

Around that point, my brother, Markuss, barges in, curious as to what I was watching. He seemed displeased at this video for religious reasons, getting slightly upset at seeing the fictional demon on screen. He was likewise offended when I muttered "Geez" at a close call in-game. I found this all quite wearying.

The video then crashes mid-way. I reloaded it again, but was quite upset at seeing it was replaced with a "Let's Play" of the same game, not helped that it was announced by some bored sounding, short of breath kid. I tried looking through various other clips, only to get similar results. From there, I couldn't help but yell various expletives to the screen, which, needless to say, weirded Brain out.

To assauge my frustrations, I decided to look for that "No, God, No!" scene from the Office in Youtube, all to better convey how I felt at the moment. Instead, I found a number of links to completely unrelated videos. I then tried looking through Google, but this proved most unhelpful, as my commands were being auto-filled with even more nonsense. I remember one having "Ashad's 'No, no, no!'", or somesuch, which only served to enrage me further.

"Who the fuck is Ashad?!", I ranted. "Fuck that! Fuck this guy!"

This only made Markuss even more concerned.

Not too certain what else happened until the dream ended.

Spoiler for Media References:

Aforementioned Office Video:

Created Tuesday 09 February 2016

Couldn't remember anything of other dreams, save for the one below.

Dream 1 - Hurry Through Lunch

The visuals were pretty clear. I was sitting in one of the back desks within a small classroom, a number of early highschool aged kids around me. The teacher, a dark haired, light skinned 50-something year old woman, was busy filling things out on her wooden desk. Built on the white wall behind her were a few shelves, each directly underneath a row of windows below the ceiling, dim sunlight peeking in.

This began with me working vigorously on some kind of writing assignment, which I eventually finish and turn in. Wasn't much to do then but look around at stuff.

At some point, two figures hurried inside. Both were wiry, bespectacled young girls, 10-12 years of age, and each with light skin and blonde hair. In fact, the two looked exactly identical. Anyway, the teacher ignored them as they ran around the classroom. Must have been her daughters?

A while later, the teacher begins returning composition notebooks back to the students. Upon handing mine, she claimed something of doodling too much and not keeping to task. I just knew I wasn't going to get graded well for this, and assumed I got lazy with homework to begin with. Still, I was confident that I'd finally rid myself of this course easily when I aced the exam. There was something on the teacher calling on specific students for some review, but I'm not sure.

After that, the teacher admitted to having no further lessons before the exam, which was about a week away. So she had us pass the time by watching movies on some black CRT TV screen on a rolling stand. But I wasn't to interested in that, instead taking my time to look through the notebook. There, I found some familiar doodles, the very ones my nephew and I have scribbled for fun. Did I turn in the wrong one, I wondered?

I then noticed those girls laying on the shelf, as if hiding for a game of hide and seek. The furniture didn't seem as if it would hold.

Things get a bit fuzzy for a while. I know I exit the classroom and wander the hallways for a while. Eventually, I find myself waiting in a long line, which I somehow knew was for entry to the cafeteria. The register was occupied with some tan skinned, spiky haired Asiatic guy, who was a bit impatient. When it was my turn, I fumbled to reach for my wallet, during which several others behind me were attended to first. I then paid in card, reaching for the pin pad next to me, but it seems this was charged in credit rather than debit. Likewise, I found it a bit odd at not having to sign for this. There was also some confusion on me having to tear off a long, bar-coded sticker for some reason, which I folded together to keep it from having it getting stuck in my pockets. Anyway, I felt I held the line up for long enough, and hurried along.

Inside was a relatively small, overcrowded cafeteria. There, I found yet another line, which I went to. I waited for a while, before noticing the time from a clock nearby. It was about ten minutes to ten, which I knew meant I hadn't much time before the next class.

Eventually, I arrived at the serving area, which was more as a buffet than a traditional lunchroom, with the customers serving their own food from glass-shielded counters. After grabbing a paper plate and a few plastic utensils, I noticed a variety of meat and tomato sauce stews, mostly chicken drumsticks, and one that I smelled as pork. But these seemed too watery, rubbery, and generally unappetizing, so I didn't take much of either. I then saw several kinds of pastry items, guava pastries and honey glazed filo meat pies amongst other types. I took as many different varieties of these as I could. There was also several kinds of desserts in the center of the room, including squared, whipped cream topped key lime tarts, but I hadn't time for that.

At that point, I noticed some kind of checkout area in the front. Realized this was where that sticker would come in handy, making me lament having folded it. I fumbled to take it out, and had further problems unsticking it. The attendant there, having had enough, just bade I continue on. It was kind of embarrassing.

Well, I rushed down to a seat and chomped down at the chicken, which was about as tasteless and poorly textured as I expected. I glanced at the clock to see I hadn't even a minute to spare. So I tried reaching for more, when I noticed I instead grabbed on to an orange handkerchief, which was apparently covering my plate. All very confusing. Anyway, I began scarfing down the guava pastry (which, I would admit, was especially tasty) and grabbing hold of the other stuff with my hands to run off with them. All with much reluctance, as I knew I never washed my hands earlier.

The dream fades as I hurry out the door.