Dream Logs DWN-12

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.