Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Sunday 14 October 2018

Got a few things today.

Scrap Group 1
Looking at the Bay12Games forums. The Terra Vitae mod for Liberal Crime Squad was updated.

Watching (or playing?) an edited version of Super Mario World. Enemies and hazards flooded the screen for an almost bullet-hell-like experience.

Watching a clip of Capcom vs. SNK. A Sagat vs. Ryu fight, I think?

Dream 1 - Jerk Realization and Old New Roman Streets

Scene 1 - Vanquishing the Surrendered...
The visuals were a bit blurred. Spectator mode. This was supposedly an episode of Law and Order. A con artist couple, both blonds, were rummaging a hilly city park during a clear day. The two were left homeless due to the machinations of a snide, smug businessman or lawyer. Said jerk coincidentally showed up. He was distracted by a phone call and from a loaded shopping cart nearby before noticing the trouble he'd stumbled into. The couple slowly approach him, pretending there were no hard feelings. Panicked, the man pulls out a gun, and threatens to fire. He gets those two to surrender, only to shoot them anyway.

Skip to the police casing the area, the smug man remaining there as a witness. For a moment, it seemed he threw off suspicion, until he'd whispered a heartless praise for his own actions. Once he realized as much, he slinks off, all while repeating '1' and '0' in maddened chagrin.

I was immediately given the role of that prick. Now, I was walking through metropolitan streets. One of the guy's co-workers (no clue on details) soon joined me, rambling on about something or other. Concurrently, I glanced at various texts in the man's phone, There, I found various notes pertaining to my dream journal, some of these drafts I'd supposedly made earlier, and others goals I had in mind. The latter mentioned my brother's name and the word 'guide'. I'd a brief sense of deja vu, but it took about a half a minute longer before I realized the dream.

Warp.

Scene 2 - Browsing the Rome Novelty Store
The visuals were slightly blurred. I (as myself) walking down an inclined street during a clear day. My had replaced the partner above. The surrounding buildings and wide roads distinctly resembled those of ancient Rome, if spaced out more. There was also lighting and other signs of modern tech, if dated by about 30 years. As we continued downwards, perspective began getting skewed. Bricks changed colors, and alleyways widened into entire streets all their own.

In an instant, I found myself in the clothing section of a run-down novelty store. The place was a maze of stacked clothes. Didn't help that the lighting was dim, and that a sizable crowd were browsing about. After rubbing my hands, I mutter to myself about tasks I wanted done. I setteled for the first TOTM. And so, I scrounged around, pulling clothes at random. But besides several child-sized pants and shirts, I couldn't find what I wanted.

Things destabilized, and the dream ended.

Created Saturday 13 October 2018

Just more fragments and a brief LD.

Scrap Group 1
In a school. Cut to the cafeteria after school. Many dessert items were being given out for free, including flan, homemade zebra cakes, and what appeared to be a pineapple volcano yellow cake. There were two lines in opposite ends of the room. I criss crossed between both out of confusion. When I got to the front, the attendant there (who seemed like this Hatian girl I had as a classmate way back in highschool) accused me of stealing something. I looked at my hand, to find a chunk of pineapple and some sauce was in my fingers. I assured her this was all a mistake, but she wouldnt' listen.

Something of playing Megaman X.

Dreamlets converted to a DILD. I crawl out of bed, and made it as far to the living room before I collapsed. Warp. I was back in my old job at the gas station, crossing between the aisles of the grocery area. A thief was running off with some beer. Through telekinesis, I dragged the scoundrel back inside, after which I slammed him to the ceiling and and to the ground, releasing him only once I was sure I'd broken something. Seconds later, another bastard tried to pull the same thing, and then a third. Each suffered similar consequences. The last one cried foul, and even had the audacity to threaten to call the police. How droll.

Created Friday 12 October 2018

Quite a bit to note. Unfortunately, tension made it difficult to retain details.

Scrap Group 1
Doing some kind of GTA type burglary job with an unknown partner. Our mark was in some rundown apartment room. We didn't even bother with subtlety, merely breaking in while the owners (a couple heavily into gang culture, but obviously not part of one themselves) were still around. We did, however, have access to cloaking devices. I searched the place while my partner cowed the owners into giving valuables, but we could find nothing of interest. Later, I almost strangled the woman there to death to keep her from doing something. Cut to us driving around urban streets in a trashy old sedan. While cutting through a park, we get trapped in a wide road barricade. Soon, a police cruiser cut us off, and we were arrested immediately. A display indicated that a lot of loot from previous runs were confiscated, though only those that implicated us to those thefts.

Walking around a lakeside park at night. I hear and sing a song from the 70's 'The Hobbit' movie.

In a trading pavilion in the old west. Merchants from the Middle East somehow made it all the way there. I talk to a Moorish trader, who'd mistaken me for an Arab. I did claim to partially speak the language (I don't). He, for forgotten reasons, compares my skin color to that of a painting of a clay building and statue.

Many false awakenings in a hotel room. I get aware in one of them, where I flied around briefly, but couldn't get past a balcony.

Watching some cartoon. Terry Bogard from Fatal Fury asks a swole mercenary for help, but is refused. Cut. I'm walking down the poorly lit spiral staircase of a narrow medieval tower. I'm carrying around my niece over my shoulders. At a lower level, we cross MCU Thanos, who was in a heated argument with some other fictional character. The two then get into a brawl. I rushed my niece downstairs as fast as I could.

Created Monday 08 October 2018

Lots of things to note today, including a DEILD. There are, however, a lot of details missing to the dream preceding said LD.

Dream 1 - Great Hailstones

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was at home in the lounge at daytime. My sister, Nevena was nearby.

Later, a powerful storm passed through, debris battering the house through its winds. But, when I looked closer, I realized it wasn't debris at all, but instead, thick chunks of hail. Quite fascinating, but dangerous. I warned Nevena to keep away from the windows. As if on cue, a great hailstone pounded right through the window, shattering it entirely.

Several other visitors and family members showed up to see all the commotion. Among them was my brother, Boyd. I eagerly mentioned the near-prophetic caution I gave above. He, on the other hand, was more concerned of my having bad breath. Unlikely, as I distinctly recalled having brushed my teeth earlier (as in, right before I went to bed!). Pity I just let the thought pass.

Anyway, we coordinate getting the shutters ready as a temporary seal to the then empty window frame. There was a lot of miscommunication as to who was to do what. In the end, my bro cleared the storage closet and retrieved everything himself, while I just stood around confused.

Next was actually installing the shutters. There was, thankfully, no rainfall, and hail was sparse. Unfortunately, hailstones that did hit ground were now enormous. In fact, each seemed more as solid ice cylinders the size of tin cans than conventional hailstones.

Details get unclear. Something about strangers hurrying at the door? Not sure how this ended.

Dream 2 - Counter-Siren Song

The visuals were bright but slightly blurred. I was working at my old job at the gas station during a sunny day.

From the register, I spotted a sizable crowd forming at the lot beside the store. At the head was a peculiar woman, slim figured, and hair and robes both colored in vibrant shades of green and violet. She was drawing in the crowd with a wordless song, morose, yet haunting. But, as I discerned her inhuman tones, I realized she wasn't a woman at all, but rather a mythical siren. What's more, I also noticed that Boyd was among those that had been ensnared!

For a moment, I was paralyzed in fear, before setting out reluctantly. I paced carefully outside to the corner, keeping just out of the creature's view. "Remembering" I had magic of my own, I soundlessly evoke a countersong (a made-up 80s rock tune, I think?). I then drew closer towards the enchanted crowd. Those nearest to me immediately snapped out of their trance. By good fortune, this included my bro. The rest, it seemed, needed more time.

Sadly, time had run its course. I was out of juice. The siren, for her part, was infuriated at my meddling. She slowly approached me, and with a glare, she wordlessly commanded those enthralled to do the same. There was no way I could take her head on, even one on one; despite her waifish appearance, she had the strength to match any wild beast. I instructed Boyd and the others to flee and call for help. Just as well, I was planning to do the same anyway.

The dream collapsed shortly after.

Scrap Group 1
Wandering around in an urban area. Something about meeting Chipp Zanuff from Guilty Gear. We rescued people from a disaster. I used time control powers to help with such. DEILD transition to below.

Dream 3 - Time Loco-Motion

The visuals were clear. I was in an urban area, grey sky in view above the surrounding buildings. A set of elevated railways lined the nearest street, where a train passed by almost instantly. Both the TOTM and contest were fresh in mind. I reversed time, and watched as the whole train slowly moved backwards out of sight. With a wave of my hand, time flowed forward again. But now, various random objects replaced individual cars, including road vehicle frames, if not entire road vehicles themselves. All such components were completely scrambled and misaligned, yet tumbled along in sequence and without altering the entire train's movement at all.

Next, I ran heedlessly in the the middle of traffic. Cue the sound of angry horns as vehicles veered away from me. By exhaling, I slowed down time. Concurrently, the air rippled around me, and the dream became without sound. I chased several vehicles, but found that, despite their slowed speed, I couldn't really keep up with them. Actually, I felt enervated all around.

Just then, a terrible pileup was forming ahead of me. In fact, one or more of the vehicles were in the process of exploding. To save myself, I slowed time almost to the point of stopping. I then ran well ahead of the site of the accident.

The dream collapsed shortly afterwards, and I woke up.

Scrap Group 2
At home. Mom was in the kitchen, while Nevena was doing karaoke in the living room. Oddly enough, she was singing to the tune of Holy Diver by Dio. I jubilantly joined in with her. Seems we both flubbed the lyrics at times.

Something about watching Ed, Edd, 'n' Eddy?

Created Wednesday 03 October 2018

Got a decent LD to note (finally), along with some fragments.

Scrap Group 1
On a random (text-only) Discord channel. A woman geneticist complained about her domestic life, especially when it came to not having any children of her own. She admitted being so distraught by this, that she'd cloned her dead father, then adopted him. A major scandal ensued.

Watching Adventure Time with my nephew. Princess Bubblegum had illegitimately acquired a magical artifact. This made her the target of a bipedal cat. Finn and Jake arrived to her aid. Chase sequence in a small room. As this occurred, a suspicious wolf detective was observing their moves while sipping tea. The cat gets captured, upon which Finn and co. relieve a small red journal from its person. The wolf finally confronted the group, demanding they hand over the booklet. Suddenly, the journal vanished.

"Semi-lucid" (wasn't aware, but I unconsciously knew I was dreaming) in the void. I prance about in the darkness.

Dream 1 - Pit Descent, Cloud Ascent

Scene 1 - Down The Large Well
WILD transition straight to the void. Like above, I take a moment to celebrate before I actually compose myself. After flying around for a bit, I find a sizable round cobblestone enclosure, a deep pit in its center. Kinda like an old well, but much larger. Also, I noticed my wearing the clothes I had on in Monday afternoon. Anyway, I fell down the hole, and waited out a transition, rubbing my hands for good measure.

Scene 2 - Broom Ride Cloud Loop
The visuals were a bit dim. I was floating over a mountainous badlands, a soft yellow dusk sky above. Spent a good minute sightseeing, when a dust storm approached from the east. So, I plowed right through.

When the weather cleared, I found myself flying over a lifeless desert, pyramid in view ahead, and thick clouds covering much of the twilight sky. I dash up into a nimbus, which then reminded me of the like TOTM. I glanced down, and, as expected, found myself seated cross-legged on an old straw broom. Onwards I went, before finally getting to clear sky.

Things looked a bit brighter. There didn't seem to be much else, just clouds below, and silver blue skies in the horizon. I looked up, only to find another set of clouds about a mile above. So, I charged through that as well, but, found myself arriving at a similar place. I took off once more, only now, I had a lot of trouble breathing through the clouds' heavy vapors. Things destabilized. I could barely make it to the top, when the dream collapsed.

Scrap Group 2
False awakening in an unknown home. I was late for school (not a concern nowadays), so I skipped showering. Cut to the school's courtyard. I'm flying around, racing to the cafeteria in hopes of making it in time for breakfast.

Created Friday 28 September 2018

Haven't posted here in a while. Not that I hadn't much to note, just mostly short and unexciting of things (and perhaps, at times, too much of the opposite).

Scrap Group 1
In a school?

Floating in a stormy ocean. Apparently, me and various other people were knocked overboard. Besides the obvious peril of drowning, an additional threat took form as a mysterious energy, one which sapped the willpower of the survivors at random. In all, at least six of the others were driven to despondence, compelled to slowly perish at the sea's uncaring grasp. Some of us eventually made it near civilization.

Wandering in an urban area?

Created Tuesday 11 September 2018

Got DILD (if only seconds-long for the lucid portion) and a fragment to note.

Scrap Group 1
At an arcade, playing some made-up games.

Something involving my nephew and his cousin.

Dream 1 - Flight, Floods, and a Giant Strawberry

Scene 1 - Girl's Glare Awareness
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a school's computer lab. My bro was there as well. We speak of an out-of-business sale for an outlet that we supposedly previously visited. When we left the lab, I started floating around, if just to show off. I did, however, have trouble balancing myself, and had to keep my legs tucked in so as not to bump into anything. Two young girls (about 8 - 10 years old) were ahead of us, one with long black hair, the other with brown. The former of the two kept glaring at me with contempt. Questioning who she was triggered lucidity. I continued flying through the hallway, when the dream began collapsing into a blue void. Thorough hand rubbing until a new scene formed.

Scene 2 - Flooding Indoor Waterside Loading Bay
The visuals were dim. Awareness lost. I was in a waterside loading bay, a huge indoor facility occupying both land and sea. Instead of warehouses, goods were sent directly to a large outlet nearby, likely the same one mentioned above. Pathways were quite narrow, leaving far too little room for porting work.

A vast barge was moored, large enough to cover all docks. It also looked highly damaged from use and age, perhaps even incapable of moving. I hopped into an exposed inner hold. Despite the room appearing dirty from years of neglect, there were plenty of perfectly intact crates left over. I thought to peek in, when the ship suddenly began sinking. So, I jumped back to land fast as I could.

I stared in awe as this disaster unfolded. Yet, I also noticed the ship had been submerged much too quickly. Just then, the water began to rise, steadily engulfing the entirety of the dock. In a panic, I rushed to the warehouse. Too late. Just as I was about to get inside, rows of steel airlock doors slammed down in the entrance. Such pressure forced me back to the rising sea, and before long, I was engulfed completely.

Hurriedly, I swam up under a canopy, hoping to suck what precious air I could. I thought to kick up some bubbles, which would hopefully stick under that surface long enough for me to breath. Still, I also knew I couldn't survive here for long... "Better rewind time", I thought. Transition.

Scene 3 - Strawberry Wizard Boon
The visuals were rather blurred. I was at a forest clearing, mists concealing much of the savage wilderness around me. Directly ahead was a dirt/ rock mound, carved and built with enough rickety constructions to make a crude dwelling. I go inside to find a stereotypical old sage, a haggard, ancient white-beareded man wearing rags and a worn out pointy hat. After handing me a sizeable knife, the old man points to a giant strawberry behind him. I hack at the oversized fruit, cleaving it in two. Then, on a guess, I take left half, and offered it to the sage. But, he only shook his head in disappointment, and pointed to the exit.

Once again, I rewound time. Now, I chose to offer the right-hand portion. The wizard nods, and, finally, began to speak. He rewarded me with a boon for my "soldiers", granting a specific type of them the power to form visible, triangular-shaped winds. False memories had me recall my fighting with, and later recruiting, some legionnaire type figures. Reckoned these were to whom the old man was referring. Furthermore, this visit somehow prevented my drowning predicament above.

Things warped. More false memories. Don't recall how this ended.

Created Saturday 01 September 2018

Not quite as much as yesterday, but hey, given how tired I was, this isn't all too bad.

Scrap Group 1
In a supermarket with family. I buy a pecan pie for dessert later, and my bro gets some snack cakes for the rest. We then go to a multi-story megastore.

Driving around with my brother. I get aware. Rubbed my hands for a moment. I then tried gathering energy between my palms. Although I could feel something flowing, I couldn't actually see the results. Just then, a pretty brown haired woman appeared out of nowhere in the backseat. She snatched the invisible energy, then stared in awe as it quaked in her hands.

False awakening in bed. I have false memories (maybe?) of dreaming about my guide.

Created Friday 31 August 2018

Got three DILDs to note, along with a few fragments.

Dream 1 - Drool School

The visuals were mostly clear. I was in a crowded middle school classroom. Many of the students there were those I've only met in highschool. Similarly, my 12th grade math teacher was leading the class. Much as in previous dreams, some zany mishap caused me to be a student once again. The room was quite crowded with random furnishings, even a stretcher. But, besides the desks, us students were prohibited from using them.

Cut to the end of class. In the hallway, I pass the live-action versions of Wolverine and Storm as depicted in the first X-Men movie. I then thought to sneak to the lunchroom. It seemed a bunch of other people had the same idea, given the long queue just outside the cafeteria, so I just continued onwards.

Soon, in a narrow courtyard, I spotted a swimming class taking place. The teacher was a thin African-descended woman. Meanwhile, the students were already in their swim wear. Far as I could tell, the lesson included procedures on how to handle potential harassment.

Eventually, the courtyard opened up into an entire beach, the sand coarse and distinctly black in color. Powerful waves vividly reflected the blue sky above. Such a view instantly triggered lucidity. Just then, the waves became more violent, as if reacting to my awareness. I slowly backed away, just to find that the water has already flooded the place up to my hip. Still, I managed to avoid from getting submerged by the tides.

I waded back to the courtyard. Took a good moment to rub my hands thoroughly. After that, I set my efforts on my guide, E. I began shaping the water into her form (if scaled to much greater heights), but it wouldn't hold for long enough. I even tried adding sand in the mix, and also transforming a nearby pillar, but no luck.

Then, I noticed a distinct figure passing by, a woman in a white niqab and like-colored dress. I unveiled her cloak, and found this was a pretty, petite Caucasian woman, face narrow, eyes wide, and hair long and dark. Despite not being anyone I've ever seen, I could sense this was actually my guide. Indeed, after recovering from surprise, she flashed a familiar cheeky smile. We hugged, of course. I asked why she didn't quite look like herself. "Just a snag.", she claimed.

Things distorted. My sight projects into a distant 3rd person view. Ahead, I see my guide, now gigantic, nude, and appearing in her actual likeness (ie Asiatic and a bit plump), grinning down at my tiny form. She then, uh, licked me, covering my body in tepid drool. Couldn't keep from accidentally snorting her spit. I wake up gagging.


Scrap Group 1
At a waterpark with family. We leave at dusk. Mom is at the front seat, driving around like crazy.

At home upstairs. Various family members were gathered there. We look out at an ominous dusk sky. There were a bunch of people on our driveway, several laid out on the pavement. Figured some bad accident just occurred, and that someone probably even died. One victim was wrapped in a Superman blanket. Me and the others argue between ourselves. Later, a psychopomp (Death?) shows up to bickers with us as well.

Dream 2 - Guide Sightseeing

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was in a bathroom, shower running in a concealed tub nearby. Got aware quickly. I imagined my guide was the one at the shower. Good time as any for some "sightseeing". ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I shrunk down to about a foot high, then hovered and phased through the glass door. As the steam cleared, I saw that this was some random mustachioed guy, and well, I saw too much. Noped the hell outta there.

After phasing through the wall, I ended up in a similar shower as above. This time, I found E. I circled around her in plain view., then let her take hold of me. By the looks of it, she wasn't very happy to see me. The dream collapsed soon after.

Dream 3 - Guide in a Box

The visuals were mostly clear, if slightly dim. I falsely awakening in bed. I walk out to a large kitchen of an unknown site. Mom was there making coffee. Reckoned she was there to remind me that I'd agreed to help with her gardening. I went past her to a hallway, when I got the idea to float around. Doing as much triggered awareness.

I hovered down into a cramped living room, twilight peeking from a glass door. Took a very long moment to rub hands, then to ease my breaths. I spotted a large blue box containing an RC vehicle or drone. I held the box, then tried transforming it into my guide. It took a good half a minute of calm focus before I noticed a change, starting with a featureless human hologram. Before long, my guide had formed in my arms, her torso wrapped in a thin white sheet. She yawned and stretched before acknowledging me. "What d'ya need?", she asked sleepily. E gently scratched my chin and hair while waiting for a reply.

I then asked her... "MEOW!" Damned cat woke me up. Such is the risk of trying to LD so late in the morning.Given a choice, I'd chuck that little pest to the moon...

Created Thursday 30 August 2018

Got an LD loop to note. There's also a few fragments, although technically, they're actually several from yesterday morning that I forgot to record then.

Scrap Group 1
Watching and commenting on that JoJo's Bizarre Adventure fighting game with my bro.

In the bathroom, combing my hair. I noticed perfect squares and other unlikely shapes have been combed onto my scalp.

Dream 1 - Man on Fire

The visuals were mostly clear. I was walking around in a city's industrial area during a cloudy day. Eventually, I gained sudden awareness. Took about half a minute rubbing my hands. After that, I ran down the sidewalk, and, when gaining sufficient speeds, flew in the same direction, hovering inches above the pavement. I soon arrived near a metropolitan area. Just then, a violently explosive auto accident occurred nearby. The streets, the vehicles, and even myself were immediately engulfed in flames. Still, this didn't really bother me. I breathed towards an unfazed area of town, spreading a stream of the fire surrounding me in that area.

Lost awareness. More unknown occurrences until the dream collapsed. DEILD attempt. Unwitting transition about three minutes later.

Dream 2 - Frigid Moon

The visuals were mostly clear. I was at the lot beside my house, heading towards my home's backyard, sun high in a scorching, cloudless afternoon. Again, I gained sudden awareness. I drewing a rapier out of nowhere, which I used to conjure and shatter crescent ice formations with each swipe I took. I then felt out the now dead grass and exposed dirt beneath me, now tepid in touch, as opposed to the sweltering air around me.

The dream collapsed soon after. Another DEILD attempt, which I also let slip.

Dream 3 - Cold Hotman vs. The Cannibal Witches

The visuals were a bit blurred. I falsely awaken in the floor of the master bedroom. Got aware within seconds.

Just then, various figures began gnawing on my limbs and chest. I tried imagining this was all just a misunderstanding on my part, that I was actually getting an atypical massage or something, and had nothing to be afraid of. But, on a closer look, I found these figures around me were actually terrible witches, impossibly ancient, wrinkled beings dressed in rags. Each of them tore deeply into my flesh with their foul teeth and clawed hands. As disturbing as this was, none of these injuries actually felt painful.

Reactively, I changed my skin into diamond. I then stood up, struggling to keep these creatures from pinning me back to the ground. Taking a deep breath, I called out for an inferno. Time stood still for a moment, while the background dimmed out of view. An orb of fire soon surrounded me, smaller gouts of flame arcing on its surface. Once time and the surroundings returned, I found that all but one of the witches were dead, burned down to charred skeletons. Meanwhile, the live hag's right leg had been incinerated completely.

I shoved the amputated crone away, causing her to stumble to the floor. Then, I wrenched a smoldering skull nearby. Recalling the contest, I encased the skull in an ice crystal, which I then chucked at the monstrous old woman. Upon contact, the creature exploded into fine dust.

Lost awareness. This scene partially looped back. Later, I argue with my sister over what stats those hags would have in Liberal Crime Squad. Various more unknown occurrences before the dream ended.

Created Wednesday 29 August 2018

Just a fragment and a very short DILD today.

Scrap Group 1
At a mall. I met up with a friend briefly. There was a library in the upper level of the place, which contained a shelf for tabletop RPG rulebooks. The moment I took a peak at one such book, a lady with glasses suddenly began chattering to me, blithering on about trivia. There was something interesting about all of this, but it was also kinda annoying.

Many dreamlets, some which became dreams. One was a false awakening in bed. I got up and walked out the door, where I quickly got aware. I then glanced back, to find a large roach creeping around the floor. So, I shot it with an energy beam. Despite the explosion, the vermin remained relatively intact, if belly-up.

Log 1217 - CCS Conversion Flying Sabotage and Old Job Memo Scraps
Created Tuesday 28 August 2018

Just got more fragments today.

Scrap Group 1
Playing Liberal Crime Squad. I had a team of "enlightened" CCS Officers go out to kidnap skilled unfriendlies.

Flying over swampland during a bright blue day. Later, I go into an office building located in a derelict area. I sneak inside, then discreetly made trouble (sabotaging equipment, I think). Got spotted eventually, so I ran off, and took off to the sky. Cut to an urban area at night time. I was exiting an apartment building, when a woman wearing a blouse and jeans started chasing me. Pretty sure she was upset of my above vandalism. Again, I flew off, only to find she could take flight as well, and at much better acceleration than I. She got very close to catching me, had I not blasted off in the last second. I then ended up in that swamp again at day time.

At home. I get a booklet from the mail, documents pertaining to my old job.

Created Monday 27 August 2018

One dream today.

Dream 1 - Silly Time Tampering

Scene 1 - Over-Rewarded For Charity
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in an unknown apartment suite, its furniture and constructions mostly colored/painted white. Supposedly this was Helen's (a friend's mom's) place. Various of her friends were about, all of them lawyers, doctors, and of other renowned professions. They spoke of some charity drive they've started to help needy children overseas. When asked about that, I muttered some half-hearted condolences. This, somehow, was interpreted as my offering to donate $20 bucks. Woulda certainly look bad to back out, so I (reluctantly) parted with such money. Even so, Helen rewarded me with a $40+ gift card to a supermarket. Talk about being over-rewarded... Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - No Time To Be Late
Similar visuals. I was wandering around in a mall, or more likely a huge megastore complex. While crossing through a narrow hallway, I was accosted by a little girl, light skinned and with long black hair, and no older than 8 years of age. I figured she was the daughter of a (supposed) cousin or acquaintance. She was a real bossy type, outright demanding that I attend some pageant in which she was competing. Sure would be silly for a guy like me to get coerced by a child, only, that's exactly what happened...

Later, I entered a grocery area. Good reason as any to use that gift card above. While perusing something or other, I stumbled into a condiment shelf, causing a jar of mustard to tip over. Helen suddenly appeared, making a scene herself, as if trying to deflect attention away from the accident. Quite embarrassing for a bunch of reasons. So, I turned back time via holding my breath. The jar didn't break, though an employee did briefly turn up to investigate anyway.

Cut to my walking through the hallway again, where I remembered that I was late for the pageant. I rushed to a banquet hall, the place where the event was being hosted. But, I got there too late: the contest was over. Boy, was that girl bitter. I turned back time again, but not before floating up on a corner; wanted to avoid getting "time fragged" or somesuch.

Anyway, cut to the beginning of the pageant. This begins with all the contestants making a swimming display, the pool opening up out of nowhere. After that was a round of song and dance. Of course, as they were just kids, these were all amateurish performances at best. Quite boring.

Not sure how this ended.

Whoops. Memory has been a bit slippery these past few days...

Log 1214 - Suburban Alert Scrap
Created Saturday 25 August 2018

Scrap Group 1
Wandering around a fancy suburban area at night time. I take a detour through a mini-mansion, where a party was occurring. There was a dangerously narrow bridge that I had to cross through. Cut to morning. Me and some strangers had somehow gone afoul with the law, and even the armed forces. Indeed, IFV's and tanks were roaming the streets after us. During an interlude, we argue on the nomenclature of arms and vehicles.

Log 1215 - LCS Diplomacy, Highschool, and Book of Sphinxes Scraps
Created Sunday 26 August 2018

Very close calls, but I wasn't comfortable enough to follow up.

Scrap Group 1
Playing Liberal Crime Squad. Focusing on mass recruiting via persuasion.

Back in highschool with my brother and a friend. Some teachers there were those from middle school. There was buzz of anachronistically contemporary media .

Reading some old book about sphinxes. There's numerous black and white depictions such beasts.

Log 1212 - Raid on Death Squad HQ, The Gang Steal a Car, Crazy Niece, Apartment Suite Uncanny Guide, and Spontaneous Flight DILD Fragments

Two in one. As such, I spoilered what's below to keep from cluttering up the front page.

Created Thursday 23 August 2018

Spoiler for Log 1212:

Scraps and a very short DILD today.

Scrap Group 1
In a live-action version of Liberal Crime Squad. I raid Death Squad Headquarters to steal secret documents.

Watching Always Sunny in Philadelphia. The gang snuck into a fancy party. Later, they stole a car, only to total it nearby. They tried deflecting blame to another party-goer, despite all the evidence to the contrary (it was said party-goer's car, and virtually everyone there witnessed that he wasn't the one driving it at the time).

In an unknown apartment room. My niece was acting like a lunatic.

Living in an apartment suite with strangers?

Riding around town in a large bus. Later, my guide, E, climbed onboard. She had a most uncanny form, having six arms ending in clawed hands, a row of cannons circling above her waist, and the legs, thorax, and abdomen of a spider below. The interface from LCS revealed she had fantastic combat skills. I asked her to show off her powers. From her cannons, she let out a barrage of energy blasts to the empty aisles of the vehicle.

Dreamlet to dream. I was walking around the block. Got aware. I ran as fast as I could, then hovered above the ground. I soon got distracted by other thoughts. Things immediately destabilized.

Log 1213 - Bandido Blaster and Other Assorted Stories
Created Friday 24 August 2018

Spoiler for Log 1213:

Quite a bit to note today. There was plenty more, though I can't recall any of that. Seems I gotta work on my memory again.

Dream 1 - Out-Of-Breath Buffet Search

The visuals were mostly clear. I was going out for a meal with my bro. We stop at a supposed Chili's/McDonald's hybrid. Among the items that interested me was a ribs combo meal (might've even a kid's meal!). But, I also "knew" of a buffet deal Chili's was offering. My brother was too full to indulge in that, so I took off on my own. I went down a hallway then through the back door of the place. Merely passing through triggered lucidity.

I stopped breathing, and kept walking. My plan was to either 'power up', or teleport elsewhere. Instead, I'd somehow felt myself not breathing IWL, causing destabilization. Some thorough hand rubbing kept me mostly in state. Brief warp to a foggy environment. As I paced through, I willed my breath to become ice. This took the form of ice needles, snow trailing behind each spikes.

Things eventually clarified. For a moment, I was in a large warehouse of a kind. After yet another warp, I found myself outside in a very long plaza, bright neon lights illuminating the cloudless night sky. Such a colorful view made me guess this was supposed to be a Vegas knock-off. Anyway, I still kept my sights set on a buffet. I passed a few restaurants, a movie theater, and many, many tax/law offices, for whatever reason. After three minutes, I couldn't find what I was searching for. The dream collapsed shortly after that.

Scrap Group 1
Washing dishes. I accidentally overheat a large ceramic bowl, causing it to break. By holding my breath, and with great concentration, I rewound time to keep it from getting shattered.

WILD loops in bed. I roll off into the void each time. There was one instance where I flew around indoors momentarily. In most cases, I tried summoning E, with inconclusive results. Woke up. DEILD transition a minute later.

Dream 2 - Bandido Blaster

DEILD transition in bed. I again roll into the void, only this time, I rubbed my hands until a scene formed. I then found myself in an old west desert at twilight, green cacti dotting the landscape, everything of which was 'drawn' in 16-bit graphics. Suitably, the Desert Theme from Bomberman Tournament sounded in the background. Wind was kicking up sand and dust, yet there was no sound of such, though my imitating those things fixed that quickly.

Just then, a cartoon bandido jumped out at me, guns blazing. I took cover behind several boulders and cacti, leaping between each when needed. I again held my breath, this time, intending to become a Spellforged Guardian. In an instant, my form changes from flesh to flowing, prismatic light. Gave me quite a boost. Yet, when I tried retaliating, I found that I couldn't quite get a grasp on this energy. I kept hidden in the meantime. It took a good half-minute of just staring at my hands before I could figure this out. I then vaporized the enemy in a single shot.

Several unknown occurrences before the dream ended.

Scrap Group 2
False awakening in bed. I started partially aware, but quickly lost that. A distant relative showed up to berate me. Cue a vicious brawl.


Watching gameplay of a 2D Dragon Ball Z fighting game (Hyper Dragon Ball Z?), an adult Gohan mirror match. At times, I feel myself performing their moves.