Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Tuesday 02 August 2016

Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 4

Not many things recalled this time. Besides the lone DILD, I only have scraps for a single dream. Of the DILD, I probably would have gotten more done if I didn't try to show off as I did. Darnit.

Scrap Group 1
Woke up on the floor of an unknown place. A look at a mirror revealed terrible rashes on my scalp patterned as mattress seams. My brother, Steve, nephew, Arun, and friend, Stan, turn up. A conversation on lucid dreaming and dream control ensues. D'oh!


30 minute WBTB, which instead becomes an hour and fifteen minute long WBTB.

Dream 1 - Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Day 4

Scene 1 - Black Energy Orbs
The visuals were clear. I falsely awakened in my room upstairs.

On stepping out, I find a surprising figure arriving from the master bedroom: my maternal grandma, who's since passed for several years now. She was wearing a light blue dress with floral patterns. Her presence instantly gives me awareness.

I greeted her, but am reluctant to start up a conversation (still reeling back after a previous dream incident). She smiles back. Next, she hands me a plastic bag full of trash and asks me to dispose of it, to which I agree. I then jump right over the low wall and fall all the way downstairs. The dream blurs up, and I lose myself momentarily.

When I come to, I'm right back in the second floor. Grandma was still standing around. She asked me to remind mom of some mundane thing (groceries or medicine or something). I nodded, and jump back downstairs again. This time, I slowed my fall, and muttered "deeper" to keep stability and anchor myself, which did the trick.

Downstairs. Several figures were around the living room, but I ignored them. As I was making my way out, I thought to summon energy. I tensed my right hand and yelled to do so, but nothing seemed to happen. Tried again, this time keeping my hands out of view and straining myself further. When I looked, I found a reflective black orb of energy floating over my palm. I made it dance around in the air for a while. It rolled off view momentarily, and when I tried bringing it back, it was gone. So, I repeated the trick with both hands. I tossed the spheres, and willed them to orbit around me in a cross pattern to store them for later, but again, once out of sight, they vanished. Ah, well.

I go outside to a much different neighborhood. Instead of a housing complex, my home was located directly in a suburban street. Anyway, as I walk around, I see my younger brother, Jonas, driving a convertible version of his vehicle along with several of his friends. He stops to tell me stern news about dad. That dampened the mood. The dialogue drags on a bit until he leaves.

As I go on, I find a number of figures gathered around a corner. They were reclining and standing on a few disjointed platforms placed over a shallow, muddy pond far below, all covered by a wide green canopy. Many were Japanese kids (hinted at by their conversation) of highschool age , including an effeminate guy in a pink shirt and several girls.

Just realized a storm had commenced. I crept on an isolated platform, only to find it was slippery and dangerously unstable. Around that time, Jonas drove by the area. He momentarily glared at me before driving off. Ah, whatever. To keep from falling, I seated myself crosslegged and floated up towards a railing nearby. I couldn't squeeze between it and the canopy, and so had stop flying to hang on and climb over it instead.

Not too clear on much else. A transition afterwards.

Scene 2 - Castlevania - The Arcade Game
The visuals were slightly blurred. Not too sure where I was. I'd lost awareness by this point.

Someone nearby was playing a supposed beat-em-up Castlevania game on an arcade cabinet. This had the protagonist (not clear which one) fighting monsters while on a craggy beach at twilight. He soon fights the boss, Scylla, who appeared quite different. In this rendition, she had the body, arms, and tentacles of a humongous squid/octopus, the many long necks of a hydra, and giant heads of what would otherwise be conventionally attractive women with a variety of hair colors (at least one blonde, one brunette, and one with black hair). To damage her, the hero needed to outlast a tentacle assault until the creature swooped a head down to bite him.

The dream faded and ended soon afterwards.