Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Saturday 31 March 2018

I got a stupidly lucky DILD today. There's also several fragments.

Scrap Group 1
Several WBTBs throughout the night. I usually got kept up a bit after meditating, before drifting off unaware.

At a school's courtyard during night time.

Riding around in a highway with others. We stop by an airport, where giant fighter jets were ready for flight. The pilots were noticeably not in wearing any uniform.

At a zoo. I was observing the gorilla den, where the apes were bathing in a pond. A big commotion occurred when a male smacked a youngling, causing a frenzied brawl between him and two other gorillas.

Dream 1 - Spring Lucid Dream Competition - Day 15

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in an unknown apartment, where a family gathering was occurring. I go through a hallway towards the bathroom, but it seemed a few people were waiting their turn to use it, including mom and aunt Harriett. The two were gossiping about something or other, and tried getting me involved. When given the chance, I snuck off elsewhere.

I stumbled into what I first assumed was a bedroom. As I went further, this expanded into a vast underground city. Anachronism ran the gamut, what with mid 20th century buildings side-by-side with flying cars and holographic displays. I felt exhausted. There was a park by a riverside nearby, where many folk were having a picnic. So, I went over there to rest under a tree.

Then, some kid interrupted my 'nap'.

"Hey!", shouted the boy, "Look over there!" He points at two large, hairy figures flying in from the distance, one carrying the other. "What is that?!"

Once they were close enough, I easily identified what these things were. "They're just flying wookies", I grumbled. "No big deal."

I got up to show off my own powers, if only to get that kid to pipe down. Suddenly, many, many other people began ascending from the streets. Most prominent among these were a group of middle-aged English women in modest Victorian era wear, whom, between their chortling, blithely admitted their part in this phenomenon. Soon, I too was levitating unintentionally. Once the surprise wore off, I realized the dream.

The ceiling had since become an open sky. I launched myself to the stratosphere, where I intentionally teleported, first briefly warping into a different city, then into a moderately-lit bedroom constructed of dark wood. Things were deteriorating. In response, I wreathed myself in a thunderous golden aura, which stabilized my form. Thinking of TOTMs, I shouted out "overclock!" I suddenly began shrinking. But, as I looked back at my hand, I found I was actually turning into a baby. The dream ends with my new form's uncontrolled wailing.