Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Monday 01 August 2016

Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 3

There were many dreams this time, including a DILD at the end. However, all but the last one are only fragments now, if not completely forgotten.

Scrap Group 1
Two different dreams involving my fighting a Dream Views member.

Last days of school. Handed back paperwork. Radio plays some video game music, which annoys the female teacher. Mom and dad are there briefly. The former gets a bit upset at my grades in a few assignments. Turns out the teacher, another student and I were there as secret agents tasked with retrieving some valuable object. We were equipped with special tools and strength augmenting bionics for the job. I pick up the McGuffin too early, causing steel doors and grates to bar all exits. Reprimanded by the others; we'd exhausted all of our given resources. Luckily, I happened to have an explosive device handy for just such an occasion.

At home. Watching some history program related to a war. There's a knock on the door. I ignore it. Mom gets annoyed that no one else but her went to open it. Some Asian people deliver a package. They claim my Japanese teacher from way back in highschool is due for a visit. This must have been a very important event, for we all scrambled around to tidy up the place. I was still upstairs when she finally arrived. Never got to see her, though.

WBTB for 30 minutes, which turned into an hour instead.


Dream 1 - Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Day 3

Scene 1 - Fun and Practice in the Yard
The visuals were a bit blurred and dim. I was at my home's living room at night. Several family members were around. After some mundane stuff, I quickly realize the dream state.

First, I go out to the backyard, doing so by phasing right through the closed, curtained glass door. Once there, I levitate for a bit, but could only hover for a few seconds before the strain forces me back down. Still, I purposefully rise and fall as a "workout". Afterwards, I fall backwards to warp somewhere else, muttering "deeper" to keep anchored and stable. I simply land on the (unusually barren) ground without incident. Furthermore, I sensed my body stirring in bed, but I keep keep calm, and mutter "deeper" once again.

Cue a transition.

Scene 2 - Can't Reach the Building
The visuals were brighter and clearer. I was in a suburbs bordering an urban area at a clear day. Various people were around. I'd momentarily lost lucidity, but pick it up just as quickly.

At that moment, I jump to making a "Codec" call to my dream guide, E. She doesn't response. Guess I'll just have to go on my own. Then, after darting around, I notice a lone apartment building in the distance. Seemed an adequate place to do the spider climb task. So, I head over there while muttering "deeper".

Another unwitting transition

Scene 3 - Stubborn Dream Control
The visuals were dimmer. I was within a large, fancy facility, its interior of gleaming brown marble. Much activity was going on in the background. I was still lucid.

Wander a around for a bit, all while re-anchoring every minute or so. I try teleporting by phasing again, specifying to turn up near a tall building. So, I try walking through a wall while using the mantra, only to bump face first into it. Did so again at various different places, including a lounge and a hallway, but still nothing.

Next, I wander into a reception area, the high ceiling held up by very, very large pillars. I tried phasing through a pillar to similar results. Got curious of my strength. So, I tried pulling up a pillar. This required effort, but I managed to yank it out of the ground like a stubborn weed. I even lugged it around for a half minute or so, but it was very heavy and unwieldy, so I dropped it when I got too strained. Just realized the roof might cave in. It seemed others shared such a concern, given how quickly they were leaving. I decided to follow suit.

As I traveled down a hallway, I wondered if merely muttering teleport would do. So, I tried this. The environment immediately fizzles out. I keep focused, imagining this was simply part of the process. Coincidentally, a vague "loading" bar shows up.

Slowly but surely, I'm transitioned again.

Scene 4 - Can't Reach the Building... Again
The visuals brighter. I was in a suburban area similar to before. Still aware. Rows of apartment buildings are visible a few blocks away. An even better place for the spider climb task.

As I approach, I'm unwittingly transition yet again.

Scene 5 - High Tension Water Control
The visuals were slightly blurrier. I was wading in a beach under stormy skies. Waist high, turbulent waters rushed past me. This place was packed with beach-goers.

For a moment, I simply examined the vivid smell and sensation of the ocean. Such appreciation was interrupted by a huge wave, which knocked me and many others back. Strangely, I was never fully submerged. Thinking this fun, I allowed tides to batter me around, though I never did reach the shore despite how far the waves carried me off. Concurrently, part of "Song 2" by Blur sounded in the background.

Then, I wondered if I could make things more exciting by summoning a sea monster. I turned away from the waves, and imagined people screaming and running out of beach for their lives to signal it's entrance. The others did do as much, a few of which even voiced a stock scream or two. I turned back, anticipating a huge beast, but didn't find such a thing. Instead, I was met with much, much larger waves.

In desperation, I held my arms up towards the water. This unwittingly stalled the water in its tracks. I focused to hold it back, at least just enough so it wouldn't crash down on me too violently. When several other waves approached, I was able to redirect them directly over and past me.

The tides calmed down for a bit. I was curious of this new power. So, I tried lifting a waterball, but couldn't. This made me doubt whether I had any control of this at all. Suddenly, even more enormous waves turn up. I stood fast, and, wilfully this time, delayed them as before. Figured this only worked during high tides or high tension.

I go on for a bit, but eventually, I mistime the technique. Thus, a wave bashes me right out of the dream.