Dream Logs DWN-12

Hmm. Just noticed it's been two weeks since I last posted a full log. I suppose I got a few I'm willing to share...

Spoiler for Log 318 - Air Raider and Other Assorted Stories:

Created Sunday 13 March 2016

Could note one dream before the first awakening, and a number of smaller dreams during a loop of sleep and wakings afterwards. Much details were forgotten for all of these, particularly how they started. There was also scraps of a later dream, where I was in some apartment discussing previous dreams with my brother, Marco, and the many powers and abilities I've displayed distinctly between lucid and non-lucid dreams. He found it humorous, much to my embarrassment. I'm also kinda sure of something about eating my nephew's leftover food (not an uncommon occurrence in waking reality).

Dream 1 - Air Raider

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was a passenger inside a large vehicle (a full-sized van, I think?), travelling through an urban environment under a grey sky. A few familiar figures there with me, of whom I could identify Yana, mom, and dad.

Seemed to think we were going to a beach. We had to stop early, for Yana apparently had stomach troubles, and couldn't hold it in. There was a discussion on the nasty matter, but I'd rather leave it unsaid. Anyway, we parked at an inclined street. The shops around us were all sealed with roll-up doors, so we went along downhill. Yana rushed off ahead, and I tried to keep up with her, but couldn't. Meanwhile, my parents lingered behind. Figured out I could fly. I used this to hover quickly down the sidewalk, yet I still could not catch up to my sister. What's more, I lost track of where I was.

I landed and paced around nervously. In time, I noticed someone was stalking closely behind me, a tanned skinned, shaved haired guy, about in his mid-twenties, and wearing a baggy blue shirt. He was obviously up to something. Indeed, as he passed me by, he snapped his hand towards the right pocket of my navy blue shorts, right where I kept my wallet. I reactively shoved my own hand there to interpose. In turn, the thug tried wresting my wallet out of my grip, grasping my free arm from behind as we struggled.

It was then that I realized I had other powers, namely control over electricity and air. And so, after barely grabbing hold of his chest with my left hand, I tensed my fingers, from which invisible currents surged into the thug. He backs off, and tried walking away all unassuming like. But I was flaring with unreasonable hate. "He needed to die", I thought.

I motioned my hands around towards him, as if handling an unseen basketball. Just then, a transparent yet visible gust circled around his head in a vacuum. The thug dropped on his knees, gasping for breath. It took only seconds for him to fall lifeless. I looked down on his corpse for a moment, glaring at him with bitter contempt, before I walked off.

My view discorporates for a moment, following a path into an unknown home. This place was well decorated, a possible indication of high society. Lounging around on a sofa were a formally dressed couple, both late middle aged and with light skin and dark hair. The two were speaking in Spanish, complaining of some matter, something about their son's antics.

Soon, another pair of figures walk into the area, neither seeming of reputable origins. One was a wiry twenty-something year old guy, very energetic and twitchy, and with a disturbed look in his always widened and dilated eyes. Don't remember much of the other guy, save that he was subordinate to his shorter, skinnier fellow.

I then manifest at the home's entrance, where I had been given the form of a big obese guy, black hair long and unkempt, and his clothes very baggy. The supposed son, I presumed. Moreover, I felt completely drenched, as if I've been swimming recently.

Well, "I" go to the living room, where I sat down on a cushioned bar stool that should have by all means collapsed under this form's weight. Nearby were the parents, both averting their eyes in disappointment. They start making indirect passive-aggressive remarks about "me", mainly sour advice. But I ignored them, minding instead all the powers I've exhibited beforehand.

After that, I cross through a hallway towards "my" room. This place was a dump, with much clothes, beddings, and shoes scattered all throughout, and a heavy stench of tobacco masking various other unpleasant odors. To my surprise, I found the skinny guy and his partner were waiting there, the former sitting on a wide bed in the middle, and the latter standing somewhere to the left. I knew they weren't there for pleasantries. Some unresolved money problems, perhaps?

As expected, the madman dashes right towards me. He almost caught up, until I reflexively conjured a vortex around his head, all while backpedalling. And yet, his resolve allowed him to push towards me through most of the hallway, and he would have reached me if he didn't succumb in the last second. The skinny guy stumbles around wildly, crashing, flailing, and slamming against the walls before falling over breathless.

Just then, his goon interrupts my attack with a body check. I respond quickly by grabbing at, and blasting a spinning blast of wind, in his face, leaving him reeling from dizziness until he fell over backwards. Afterwards, I refocus the vacuum on my first target, where I finally suffocate him before he had the chance to recover.

I don't remember anything else until the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Inconveniently Short Duration Awareness

The visuals were very blurred. I was in a convenience store, supposedly employed there. Working the register, which was in the middle, for some reason, was my uncle, Timothy.

Don't remember much, besides wandering the aisles for a bit. At one point, I somehow found out I was dreaming. But as I wondered what to do next, the environment warped. There were a few non-lucid scenes afterwards, but I don't know anything else.

Spoiler for Log 319 - Baseball Riot, Knights, and Boss Fight at the Motel and Other Assorted Stories:

Created Monday 14 March 2016

I could remember two dreams today, one before the first known awakening, and one afterwards. Both were fairly involved, though I don't remember as much details as I should by this point.

Dream 1 - Regrettably Familiar Thieves

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was at home, going all around doing who knows what. Throughout my time there, I regularly encountered a tall, skinny old lady, someone I thought was familiar to me, though I had no idea who she was.

Most initial things are a blur at the moment. I know I go to the backyard, and end up speaking with an acquaintance.

At one point, I catch someone going through some of mom's antiques in the lounge downstairs, just a few cups and vases within a fancy cupboard. This person turned out to be Shaneil, a kid I haven't seen since way back in third grade, now an adult. I knew he was trying to steal these items, and so I confronted him, forcing him to run away empty handed.

I followed him out there, where I found another known figure, though his name evades me at the moment; I just remember him as the Dizzy player in Guilty Gear XX that kept beating me in casuals and tournaments. It seems the two were in on this heist. This both infuriated and pained me, as neither seemed the type to betray an acquaintance, especially for petty gains. A big argument ensued, where at least one spoke of growing up in low standing, and as such had to do whatever it took to make a living. I brushed that off, and I likewise told them I'd call the cops. The two retreated afterwards.

Back inside, I lamented such trouble arriving in my peaceful community, especially since the two were supposedly my neighbors. I looked to the cupboard again, where I noticed an empty spot among the antiques. "The blue and white vase", I thought, "it's gone! Mom's not gonna like this..."

I'm not too sure what else happened. I may have called the cops, and interacted with actual family members, but I can't be certain. Don't know what else occurred until the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Baseball Riot, Knights, and Boss Fight at the Motel

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in the balcony-hallway of a wide, two storied building, a motel, I presumed, a canopy shielding me from a dusk rain. Two other figures were with me, though I didn't distinguish anyone yet.

I soon head to a room in a far edge of the building. At the entrance and in a distant corner were terminals, some electronic booking service machines, apparently. My companions hurried inside, where I distinguished the two as Beavis and Butt-Head, cartoony appearance and all. Both found mundane things to joke about or be amazed at, snickering on as they always would. Meanwhile, I figured we hadn't much funds to spend, and so declined buying a stay here. Figured if worse comes to worse, we have a vehicle to sleep in, though the cold air I'd just noticed did concern me a bit.

And so, we headed back out. While going through the hallway, we somehow pass through a small stadium, a baseball field played by non-professional teams below, and a sizeable crowd filling the bleachers. It was a clear night by then, good lighting providing clear vision. A ball gets hit nearby us. Beavis then picks it up, haphazardly tosses it, and accidentally beans someone in the head. Butt-Head, greatly amused, finds another ball, and wilfully pelts someone with it from behind. This enrages the target, who throws it back, but unwittingly hits another bystander. Cue a chain reaction that results in a disastrous riot. The idiot teens just chuckle away at this frenzy. I, on the other hand, decide to ditch the two and their antics.

Now, I was back in the motel balcony, where it's somehow become dusk again. Moreover, I had somehow changed to Bobby Hill from King of the Hill. I soon encounter his father, Hank Hill, who confronts me on hanging out with "those two troublemakers". Couldn't deny being way in over my head in that regard.

Things get unclear for a moment. I eventually return to my own form while heading downstairs. It was the dead of night again, and storming heavily, to boot. As I crossed through a lot, I encountered a sizeable and impressive group hurrying through, all men in metal plate armor concealed by cloaks. One of them stops to speak with me, whom was clearly Theoden from Lord of the Rings. He warns me of certain dangers lurking around, though I can't remember what that was. The armored king then runs off with the rest of his men.

From there, I start walking to another lot around the building to get to my vehicle. But the rain and winds got much too strong, keeping me in check. It seemed too dangerous to go on, so I hurry back to the motel, all the way across to that corner room upstairs.

As I began settling my belongings (which I suddenly had), the far terminal starts acting very strangely, making a lot of noises and flashing many-colored lights. Just then, some menacing song plays in the background, a video game boss theme music (The Return from Gradius 2, I think). The machine immediately fires laser blasts and glowing energy spheres all throughout the space. In reaction, I super-jump out of the room, the place lacking a ceiling, unusually enough. Anyway, I leap back in and out, repeating this maneuver as I await an opening. Now, I'm pretty sure I eventually overcome it with a few strikes, not entirely. Whatever the case, the machine remained intact, but was no longer hostile.

Not sure what else happened until the dream ended.

Spoiler for Log 320 - Brother's Admirer and Other Assorted Stories:

Created Tuesday 15 March 2016

Could remember two dreams today, and even then, not too much. There was also scraps before the first awakening, from which I was searching for something in a dark cavern. This setting reminded me of Mortal Kombat for some reason, leading to a very vivid daydream on the matter shortly afterwards until I snap back to reality. After that, I think I remember something of playing music on a keyboard. There was also some dream where I apparently made a Youtube Poop video, its contents containing the usual CDI audio clips mixed with another cartoon I can't recall. I remember reading comments with mixed opinions, either praise or derision on my use of "Spadinner" material.

Dream 1 - Brother's Admirer

The visuals were slightly dim but otherwise pretty clear. I was sitting down by one of many white clothed tables in a widened room, the floor of laminated wood. Given the quantity of people around, and how well dressed they all were, I assumed this was some sort of fancy party.

Didn't really do much at first, just observing as everyone else were enjoying themselves. At one point, I notice my brother, Marco, nearby. He was in a casual conversation with an unknown person, a petite, light skinned and dark haired woman in her early twenties or so. She seemed especially fond of him, too fond, if you ask me. Every word from him drew the girl closer and closer. Much to both my brother's and my own surprise, she knocks him down to the floor in a not so subtle embrace, and begins kissing him passionately. I had very mixed feelings on all of this, a combination of jealousy, intrigue, disgust, and even allurement. Couldn't help but stare for a while. Not sure who it was, but either I, or the two of them, walk off afterwards.

Eventually, I encounter mom, who also witnessed the whole thing. She teased on the matter in supportiveness of Marco, much to my dismay.

Really don't remember what else happened, save for wandering around for a bit. I can't say how the dream ended.

Dream 2 - Interesting Trashy Pop Video

The visuals were dim and blurred. This took place in a mostly darkened area, save for spotlights shining on an unknown group of men and women. Given some kind of trashy pop song was playing in the background, this was presumably a music video. I was not present, but could acknowledge my thoughts.

Eventually, the viewpoint closes up on some light skinned, light haired woman, striped straw in hand, her hair and attire styled in some punk-ish fashion. She lowers the straw to a plane below her, where it's suddenly revealed that she was far larger than the other people, easily twenty times their size. The others begin scurrying around in panic, whereas the giant singer sucks up one of the men through the tube. She sloshed him around in her mouth for a while before swallowing him whole. Given her own shocked reaction, and that of the rest of the group, gulping him down was clearly not intended.

Things get hazy from here. I know the giantess toys around with the others for a while, though far more gently. I don't know what else happened until the dream ended.