non-lucid

Created Tuesday 26 June 2018

Got a few scraps and some non-LDs.

Dream 1 - Mall, 3D Panoramas, and Parking Confusion

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was wandering inside a medium-sized mall. One of my stops was at a public art exhibition, occupied in its own series of rooms rather than in an open booth. Each room contained entire 360 degree panoramas depicting absurdist fantasy artwork. One such image was of a group of giants savagely assaulting a much smaller person. Another likewise had giant cyclopes', male and female this time, all of whom had obviously lustful affection towards a tiny woman.

Later on, I sit down by some indoor foliage to eat a burger and fries. My brother, Roderick, eventually showed up with a sandwich of his own, but nothing else. He asked if I could trade some fries for a piece of his meal, but by the time he asked, I'd already eaten the entire container-full in practically one gulp.

Cut outside to the streets of a shabby suburban area at night time, an area close to where my brother and I supposedly had left our vehicles parked. As I looked for my ride, I was accosted by this old man, who claimed to know the best way out of the place. It suddenly rained, so I offered the guy a lift. Or would have, if I didn't lose track of my vehicle...

Not sure how this ended.

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Wandering around town. I stop at this Indonesian festival. There were sculptures depicting Hindi epics, including Hanuman's journey to Lanka.

At home. I speak with my nephew, Theodore, on what he learned in school that day. Something about germs, I think. He becomes a bit of smart-alleck when he points out some facts of which I wasn't aware.

Dream 2 - Ex-Ante Ransom Demand

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was at home, as were my brothers, dad, Theodore, and his cousin David. Later on, I get a call from a stranger. He boldly identified himself as a criminal, and made a likewise audacious demand: that I either pay him and his crew, or risk getting kidnapped. Before I could press anything, the man hung up.

This all seemed ridiculous. Still, just in case, I warned the others of the potential threat coming our way. Roderick went upstairs, where he revealed a secret stash of pistols and shotguns he's been hoarding (implausible as that sounds). Where my dad and my brothers armed themselves, I opted to remain as I was. I reassured them the weapons weren't necessary, for I 'knew' I had powers, of which I revealed by floating around cross-legged.

Just then, the thugs burst in through the front door, each armed themselves. They, of course, wanted payment for the ex-ante ransom. I hid by the stairs, confident my brothers could talk their way out of this. Even if things got bad, I was sure I could pull them out. Negotiations broke down. Violence was inevitable. Unfortunately, I was too slow to react. By the time I realized it, one of my brothers was on the floor, unconscious, if not...

I then became aware enough to know this wasn't real. Still, my rage prevented full lucidity. I mentally locked onto the minds of those around me, picking up a good dozen or so. It would've been so easy to telepathically rend each of these consciousnesses apart. But, since I couldn't distinguish one from the other, there was no way I could chance friendly fire. So instead, I lulled these marks to sleep. Unwittingly, I did the same to myself. Once I came to, I rushed out the door, then hid behind some vehicles for cover, taking fire along the way. Again, I tried knocking out the intruders, and succeeded once more. It was then that Roderick stepped out, apparently unharmed. There was no doubt he'd finish the deed.

The dream collapsed soon after.

Created Monday 25 June 2018

Got a dream and a few scraps today.

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At a beach. There was an interesting sight, something that made the waters glow.

Some dream about a lady thief?

At a house, supposedly a friend's place. He talks about his collection of movies.

Dream 1 - Adhering To and Antagonizing Authority

Scene 1 - Titan-Sized Bottles
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was walking through a city, day sky above. There were barricades everywhere, not to mention hardly any people around. Obvious signs that something was terribly wrong. Soon, I and a few others were corralled by military to a fortified lot. Among the soldiers there were the Scouts from Attack on Titan, including Armin and Jean. Then, as the citizens and I were being secured, a few gigantic soda bottles rolled down the streets. This gets me to randomly monologue on about plastics, and their uses in ballistic weaponry, particularly when sized to such titan-scaled containers.

Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - Hit and Run Riot Tactics
The visuals were slightly clearer than above. I was in a beachside condo complex, wandering inside its balcony hallways during a sunny day. Soon, my path was barred by a group of protesters, who themselves were blocked by police and riot control officers. Something about this reminded me of Shadowrun, though I can't say why. Anyway, there was a cop there, a notably short guy with black hair, that was going out of his way to incite the mob further. That kind of smarmy attitude really irked me as well. In response, I snatched a bottle (or maybe even an improvised explosive) from someone nearby, and threatened to hurl it. But, I got caught in the act, and relented. I then 'remembered' having magic powers. Through fancy hand gestures, and by whispering 'Ikazuchi', I called down a non-lethal bolt of electricity upon the officers, scattering them from their enclosure.

Welp, the heat was on. I jumped off the balcony, landing safely. After hiding under some ferns, I turned invisible. Still, I was quite sure this wouldn't throw the cops off for long. I hurried towards a beach volleyball court. There, I looked out at the sea. This gave me the idea to transform into a critter. At first, I planned to become a small fish, but was wary of being caught by predators. Instead, I changed into a bird, hovering just above the waves and towards the horizon to freedom.

Things destabilized, and the dream ended.

Created Sunday 24 June 2018

Got several things to note. But, besides the first dream, they're mostly just fragments now (or very brief, in the case of a DILD).

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Watching a British comedy movie. Some guy with white shirt was roaming around town, purposefully getting into arguments for the sake of doing such. He almost went to jail when he got on a police woman's bad side. Cut. On the road with family. This somehow transitions to below.

Dream 1 - Waterfall Clouds

The visuals were clear. I was in a basic hotel room with dad, my sister Maude, and niece Lolita. Not for long, as we were already packing up. I open up the window curtains, only to find that our room was, in fact, miles above the earth, the clouds spanning out as a mountain range under a clear blue sky. A nimbus churned directly below us, releasing not rain, but an entire waterfall. Highly unrealistic (and I even acknowledged the unlikelihood of such at the time), but one hell of a view all the same.

Without thought, the others opened the windows and jumped out into the storm cloud below. Of course, I followed suit. I immediately pierced through heavy condensation, drenching myself in water. This was alarmingly cold, yet soothing. The descent then became a freefall in open skies seconds later, not too atypical an experience in my dreams, save for being far more vivid than usual. Eventually, I could distinguish a clear marshland below. Once I got close enough to accurately see the sky's reflection in the waters below, I let out the parachute (which I'm sure I never considered until that moment). Despite being the last to fall, I was, surprisingly, second to land, only preceded by Maude. Got a bit worried when dad and Lolita weren't in sight. Moreover, when they did get in view my, my niece's (implausibly acquired and unnecessary due to her age) 'parachute stroller' failed to deploy in a safe altitude. But, in the end, the two landed without incident.

All of us then "remembered" having been invited to a party not too far off from where we were, so we headed off to that direction. It was about that time that I realized the unbearably hot weather, warm enough to even steam off the vapor from my jeans. We took a detour by a forested area, just to keep from staying out of the open for so long.

One trek later, we arrived at the lobby of a mansion. There, we were greeted by a uniformed Navy sailor, who offered me a handshake. My palms were still a bit soaked, so I went off to dry it first. Apparently, I'd stammered my intent, given the sailor questioning my sister whether I was 'speech impaired'. This comment bothered me more that it should've. For instance, there was one bit where I'd a collapsing plastic container filled with half-pencils in hand. When he pointed that out, I responded with unfriendly sarcasm. Looking back, I don't think he meant for any hard feelings.

Anyway, the group and I head outside to a huge poolside lounge. Standing out among the crowd was this middle-aged man in a fancy suit, who I figured was the host. Even from a glance, he looked to be a big ego. Hearing his gloating and fretting over his vast funds and estates only cemented such first impressions.

I soon woke up.

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At a sports (baseball? American football?) stadium with Maude and mom. Later, Vega from Street Fighter appeared, going from aisle to aisle to gain the crowd's affection. When he got near us, I vocalized his theme song, if flagrantly out of pitch.

Walking around locally during a bright day. I'd random thoughts of Homestar Runner and mercenaries. Then, I gained sudden, if brief, lucidity. I used that time to run hyper fast, until I attained such speeds to hover right over the ground.

Watching a playthough of a new Resident Evil game. Leon is swimming in the waters of a seaport, where he's attacked by a colossal bipedal mutant crocodile (a poor man's Godzilla). There were numerous repeated clips of Leon getting eaten by the monster. Later on, he climbed on its head, but couldn't really do much when the beast stomps out to attack the city.

Created Saturday 16 June 2018

Got two DILDs to note, plus some fragments.

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A clip from a sci-fi movie, I think? An experiment going horribly wrong?

False awakening. I overheard the others up and about in the middle of the night. A few of them said highly unlikely things (namely, conversations about non-Hebrew deities). Although I identified as much, I was too tired to get anything done.

Dream 1 - Shadow Trial

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was entering a highschool. Reasoned there must've been some fundraiser event occurring inside. A noticeboard in front gave a curious indication of Eddie (from Guilty Gear) making an appearance, giving me all the more reason to proceed.

I spent a good while floating through the hallways. Along the way, I passed by the lunchroom, where a massive queue had formed. Whatever was inside must've been good, though I wasn't up for keeping still. And yet, somehow, I stumbled into the food prep area. Seemed there was a good variety of baked goods. The workfolk got wary of my presence, so I hurried out.

A while later, I ended up in a poorly lit open area in the upper floor (an empty storage room or attic, perhaps?). Got spontaneously lucid. So, from the shadows, I summoned Eddie, who first appeared in the likeness of Zato-1 (his host in the above-mentioned game) before taking his monstrous form. I wanted the creature to follow, only, he required my doing something for him first. Namely, that I endure a trial of survival. To start, the Forbidden Beast conjured a field of giant shadowy drills from the ground. Some lucky maneuvering let me avoid them all. After that, the hazards melted into black liquid. Wherever I turned, geysers erupted in sequence to bar my path. I rushed past these to higher ground.

The dream collapsed soon after. Made a DEILD attemtpt, though I lost consciousness two minutes later.

Dream 2 - Telekinetic Reprisal and Orange Metal Plated Vest

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in a condo suite during daytime, the place appearing well furnished and organized. On a desk in one of the corners was a decades old computer system. The tenants there, two retired women in casual wear, had hired me as an electronics repair man. These weren't kindly old ladies, but rather, a pair of overbearing bitter shrews, caustic sarcasm spewed out with little provocation. It wouldn't have been too terrible, had they not placed obstructive (if not impossible) mandates towards when, where, and how I worked. Any screwups (inevitable, given the conditions) were met with increasingly disparaging remarks ("I could do better than that" was common), and, I'm sure, pay cuts.

Once at wit's end, I finally got aware. I promptly made my way out, thinking and blurting out that the above task wasn't at all fun. Woulda left things as it was, had not one of those hags made some smartass comment (don't remember, but it really got under my skin). In retaliation, I severed a few of their belongings with telekinesis, then used the same power to (harmlessly) hurl the two old bats at the ceiling.

Next, I ran off to a nearby stairway. I shrunk myself to bug sized, and hid out for a while. Figured the women would call the cops, and indeed, I did hear commotion relating to such, though I never saw it. When the coast was clear, I (literally) climbed up the stairway. As I did, a woman and her daughter passed by. I kept behind the railing, and though the girl noticed, her attempts to convey as much were met with disbelief from her mother.

After that, I walked through a balcony-hallway, my size concurrently restored to normal. There, I met up with various family members, of whom I identified mom, my brother Arthur, and nephew Hussein. The group commented about a man in a "metal plated orange vest", who they claimed was very dangerous. When asked, they indicated that he was just further down the balcony across us. I flew towards there, but got lost in thought. Things destabilized, and the dream collapsed.

Created Sunday 10 June 2018

Got scraps and a DILD to note. There was certainly more to all of these, though my lingering around in the morning made me forget much of that.

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Listening to high quality rips. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Dream 1 - Hauntings and Helpers

Scene 1 - Ordinary Sonic Elevator Ride
The visuals were dim. Spectator mode. This took place in a dark, derelict building complex. Wandering inside were Samus (adorned in an executive dress colored similarly to her armor) and Princess Peach. Eerie noises reverberated around them, sounding closer as time went on. Panicked, the two hide in a ruined elevator.

Just then, a distinctive sound cue played: Sonic.EXE was coming. The desperate Nintendo ladies mash on the lift's controls. This only leads to catastrophe. Several components fell off of the rickety device. Before long, the elevator detaches from its pulley, and crashes into the depths. Both women were left mortally wounded as a result. During the fall, I was given some perspective of their experience. Cut.

Scene 2 - Haunted Apartment Escape
The visuals were dim. I was exploring within a dilapidated apartment. It became abundantly clear this place was haunted, what with possessed objects and demonic shadows closing in from everywhere in sight. The only escape, it seemed, was through good old fashioned video-game-esque platforming. Indeed, there were plenty of exits from which was accessible only by climbing and jumping on or over ledges/stairway/piles of furniture. Many passageways were dead ends, and plenty of others were hidden. At times, I'd encounter a friend or family member, though circumstances quickly forced us apart. Eventually, I make it out of this mess alive and well. Several unknown transitions until below.

Scene 3 - Magic Mundane Help
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in within a second story apartment building, an urban area visible from under a snowless, winter evening sky. I open the window and start arranging drapes, when, from a building across the street, a neighbor, some dark haired guy, calls out to me. "Watch out for the lamp!", he yelled. I hold on to the drapes in confusion. "The lamp!", he repeated. "The lamp!" That's when I noticed a lamp already falling out the window froma nearby dresser. Luckily, I caught it at the nick of time. Somehow, this sparks instant lucidity.

My "neighbor" then yelled various requests of me, asking that I'd go over there to help. So, I floated right out the window and to his room. This left the man, and his nearby wife, a middle aged Cuban (identified later by her accent) lady with dirty blonde hair, in stunned disbelief. Anyway, the guy asked me to get him something he called "shoulder ointment". From thin air, I pulled out a tube of what I thought was such, but was really just toothpaste. So, I tried again, this time getting ointment. It seemed the man was more satisfied with the former, claiming that a good brush of his teeth would do the trick. From my end, it seemed he was unnerved at my powers, and wanted me out.

The man's wife then asked me to get her an extra-loopy crazy straw, of which was to replace a broken straw on a novelty drink hat of hers. Mmhmm. I conjure the item without a hitch, and helped attach it to said hat. As a test, the woman drank from a soda can, which, intriguingly enough, flowed within the clear straw as a perfect rainbow.

After that, I flew out to a long balcony on the nearest tall building. After some consideration, I tried changing into the Spellforged Guardian form via vibration. My skin quickly assumed a dull iron tone. After further concentration, iridescence radiated an inch or so from my body. Unfortunately, the dream collapsed before I could test anything.

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Watching the cold opening of a movie. In a downtown office building, two co-workers, a man and a woman, were taking a ride down an elevator. They were assaulted by a notorious terrorist, a man with a dapper Fawkes-esque facial hair. Rewind. I now had the office guy's role. When the criminal arrived again, he tossed a bomb in the lift. The ensuing explosion launched the elevator all the way across a building a block away, the woman and I somehow remaining intact. I tried keeping hold of an upper corner, thinking this might give me a chance to survive. But, constant tumbling kept me from maintaining stability, not to mention doubts of living through the landing.

My dreams sure have been getting a lot less coherent these last few days...

Log 1135 - Mad Bomber Bane, Zebra Interrogation, and Union Double Agent Scraps
Created Thursday 07 June 2018

Just fragments today.

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Shopping in a run-down supermarket. Later, Bane (as depicted by Tom Hardy in The Dark Knight Rises) appeared, chucking bombs at everyone in sight. The exits were closed off by debris, and there was nowhere to hide. In these final moments, I lamented not having a family picture to look at. I then sat down, meditated, and accepted my fate.

In an office building. I capture a talking zebra to interrogate him.

Back in that above mentioned office building. I was a hired gun private security contractor tasked with quelling a union-organized strike. One of these workers was a giraffe. Later, I conspire with the workers to take the company down.

Log 1136 - Gazebos, Internet Celebrity Nephew, and Magic Manor Scraps
Created Friday 08 June 2018

Just got fragments and a short DILD I'd rather forget...

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Something about a family picnic in a group of gazebos.

My nephew, Stephen, associates with a group of Youtube celebrities as a recurring guest/understudy. My brother, Harmon, doesn't approve.

Wandering in a vast, magical mansion. In one of the rooms, I encountered a lost soul, who claimed to having been bound to the place by Shao Khan from Mortal Kombat. So, he requested my help to free himself from such confinement. We journeyed throughout the building, trekking over perilous bridges and trap-filled rooms. Eventually, we find an enchanted sword, of which could literally sever the bind. Cut to the encounter with the Emperor, occurring on a ledge over a violet void. Khan tried convincing me into betraying the ghost for power, though I denied that outright. Cue battle. A few swings from the sword drained the tyrant of his might. This allowed me to easily tackle him into the pit. With that, the ghost was free. Cut again. The ghost's role was changed with some kid. Through magic, he wished for dehydrated vegetables. Instead, he got a half dozen swimsuit models to appear and perform for him. Although said ladies appeared human and alive enough, they were said to have been similarly freeze-dried.

In that mansion again. Something repulsive happened involving a phantom doppelganger. Aware of this problem, I melted the image away via scorching heat. This only served to amuse the specter further, much to my fury. I couldn't really concentrate to get much else done.

Created Wednesday 06 June 2018

Just a few scraps and a dream today.

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Walking around the neighborhood during a a sunny day. I then fly high up in the sky, taking a trip across the city. Along the way, I pass over a construction site, a nearby reservoir clearly reflecting the blue sky. Something about Harley Quinn joining me in my travels, despite my reluctance. Indeed, she gets me into a bit of trouble somewhere along the line.Later, I stop at an airport, where I booked a flight to somewhere up in northeastern US. When I arrived, I attacked a white trash-can looking robot, thinking it was a potential threat.bot

Wandering around in an urban area.

Dream 1 - Double Monster Rampage

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was watching a Hispanic superhero-themed horror comedy show. A psychotic (and nude) size-changing guy was going on a rampage. While giant, he devastates entire cities and turns fertile plains into wastelands. One of the heroes, a light skinned, dark haired woman in black spandex and the power of super strength, was chasing after him. The two finally encounter each other in a dirt field. At first, it seemed both were evenly matched. But then, the super strong woman overtly surpasses her limits, causing sudden violent swelling in her muscles. The guy shrinks down to taunt her, poking at the woman's deformed anatomy before she exploded outright.

Cut to another episode, a ridiculous Batman/Godzilla-knockoff crossover. This had the Joker swap bodies with said Godzilla ersatz. But, in lieu of total destruction, he instead plotted to coerce a rich, famous family into giving him cash. Zoom in on a skyscraper's penthouse. Lounging inside were three preteen superstars, all triplets, and the source of said family's wealth. Joker-zilla then smashed the windows and outer walls to the suite, and (somehow being capable of speech) makes his demands. The girls' mother, against all reason, stands up to the kaiju, refusing to budge. In response, she's picked up in the monster's claws' and crushed to death, the woman's jaws and neck hyperextending to a comical degree. The mad monster then eats several chunks of flesh, and audaciously offers some "meat puffs" to the others.

Not sure how this ended.

Created Saturday 02 June 2018
Got a DILD and DEILD to note. There were plenty of other things I recalled, though they're scraps now.

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Something about the interface from Cataclysm DDA appearing during some mundane events. There were prompts about martial arts styles.

Watching Hokuto no Ken. A spoiler character appears much earlier than intended. Yuria thinks of helping that character out, but the two got captured by Raoh before that could happen.

At home. Uncle Dimitar was there, watching TV. An animated movie was on screen. Incidentally, the main villainess of the film had the same name as my guide.

False awakening in my bedroom at night. Lots of other beds were there, and with them, other people. Most of these were supposed acquaintances, but also included my brother Tristan. I checked the time on my phone, interrupting the others' sleep. I then 'daydreamed' about 'high quality rips'.

Dream 1 - Treeformed Guide

The visuals started dim and slightly blurred. I falsely awakened in bed in the middle of the night. Just then, my cousins, Alayne and Edda, barged in out of nowhere, both appearing younger. They went on about an astronomical event, and wanted me to see it with them. The two went ahead while I unwounded myself. I then woke up Tristan, and told him about such. We got to the front door, but Tristan said he'd catch up later. This somehow made me realize the dream.

I phased through the door, which took a bit of effort. A very early dawn awaited me outside. High up in the sky were two full moons, one slightly golden, the other silver. In fact, there might've been a few other such heavenly bodies as well. To keep from getting too enthralled, I rubbed my hands for a half minute. Then, I exclaimed that I'd fly up in space for a better look. Indeed, I floated up a few stories high, but struggled to go further than that, even as my cousins cheered me on. So, I slowly fell backwards and phased below the asphalt, intending to teleport out of Earth.

Things fade from view. More hand rubbing. Soon, I felt cold air blowing around me. Guessed I was still in the planet's atmosphere, so I continued upwards (or my best estimation of such; I'd lost my sense of direction).

Warp. I found myself in an altered version of my neighborhood during early morning, reappearing about 25 yards or so from where I last was. I thought of going to space again, but opted to first bring my guide, E. My first attempt was a passive summons, which, unsurprisingly, had no results. Maybe a transformation would do the trick? Noticed a bunch of palm trees growing in what should be an empty lot. I glid over there, and plucked out the most massive one with ease. It was as if the tree was completely hollow. Next, I carried it off towards the sky, where I only then noticed how, uh, curvy, it looked. Anyway, with but a faint thought, I began changing the object into her likeness, if scaled up to the size of the tree itself. Although I could sense her distinct warm aura, she looked a bit different, appearing now as a slender Caucasian, though retaining her long, wavy dark brown hair.

"E, that you?", I inquired.

"Mmhmm.", she replied sleepily, a faint smile on her face. Her voice was clearly her own.

"You don't look like you."

"Only what you see. Don't worry about that."

Despite the advice, I tried changing her anyway, doing so by blocking sight of her face with my hand, then slowly revealing her from the chin up. At that, my guide finally took her more familiar (and plump) Asiatic form.

Her joyful grin was the last thing I saw before the dream collapsed about 10 seconds later. DEILD within a minute's time.

Dream 2 - Fire Fly Attacks Monkey

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was wandering between a wide alleyway within an elegant, near-futuristic city, a clear teal morning sky above. Didn't take long to regain awareness. I walked to a more open space, when I remembered the contest, my thoughts settled on getting in a fight with a rival. In this case, MadMonkey. And, just like that, he phased in view. This first appeared as a Roblox-ish figure of his avatar, which quickly changed to a realistic (if a more human, older, and ethnic-European) look of such.

"Hey, Mads.", I blurted out. "Let's fight!"

The two of us immediately took combat forms, myself using (a perhaps terrible impression of) Mantis Kung-Fu, and MadMonkey taking a Karate stance. Concurrently, dramatic music (Futatsu no Kyousei from Hokuto no Ken) sounded in the background. We circled the area, trying to catch the other off-guard. I then opened the match with Denshou Reppa (ground-cutting energy waves), releasing at least three. Each time, my fellow dreamer made an acrobatic leap to safety. Really made me look stiff by comparison. Anyway, I followed up with some Earth Bending, blasting concrete and dirt towards him, but again, he dodged without effort. Between a side-flip, MadMonkey fired an ice spike at me, which I deflected with a geyser of dirt. He then let out a wave of icy thorns. I only barely rolled away from it. After recovering, I raised two stone pillars, then had them home in on my opponent.

Things quickly blurred up. The dream deteriorated before I could react.

There were a lot of things to note, but somehow, I lost memory of most of them. Still, I did recall the only lucid portions I had.

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At my old job at the gas station. A blond guy in his late teens early twenties tries to buy booze and a gallon of milk. His ID, though seemingly legit, claimed he was born in 1977. I'd no choice but to refuse the sale, much to his dismay.

Dream 1 - Gakko

Various unknown transitions. The visuals were erratic, starting blurred, then spontaneously phasing from clarity and back. Already lucid. I couldn't tell where I was (had tunnel vision initially), but could note a stoop in front of me. Seated there was a light skinned brown haired kid in his late teens, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, and a distinct wide gap in his front teeth. He looked morose.

"Hey", I muttered "Everything ok?"

The guy glanced up. "Help!", he yelled. "I've been trying to get a lucid. But every time I try, monsters come out and attack me!" He starts pleading more more urgently. "I was told I need to yell out 'Gakko!' when I see them. If I don't, mom shows up and says it, but in a very annoying way!"

"Gakko?"

Just then, the guy's ma, a plain, middle aged woman dressed in a jean ensemble and with similarly splayed teeth, pops out of nowhere. She blurted out "Gakko", clicking obnoxiously loud during the hard consonants, and vanished promptly.

"See what I mean!" The kid looks down, frustrated. "If I could get at least two minutes..."

I found this all humorous at his expense, but didn't express as much. Besides, helping a fellow "dreamer" out was something I've never done yet, and looked more fun too. "Well", I said, "let's get started."

The surroundings roll out of view, as if props on a stage (which coincidentally did away with my tunnel vision). Both of us were now on a small island bare of anything but sand, the ambient waters still, and a clear blue sky above. Through will, I flew us both far up high. Music, specifically, Dim Jungle from Golden Axe III, then sounded in the background. The kid yammered on nervously, afraid he was gonna mess up his chance at a dream.

"Look", I murmured, "just breath slowly. Concentrate on your breaths. Forget about everything else."

He looked perplexed. "But... what about the dream?"

"You'll dream longer with a tempered mind. Don't worry about your emotions, or any of this. Breathe." Heh. Look at me, acting like some wise man. Still, the advice was as much for myself as for the guy, and so I followed as much.

Soon enough, several of the aforementioned monsters descended upon us. Comically, these appeared as colorful Muppet-like creatures. I shot ki-blasts at each, wiping the lot of them with ease. I only remembered seconds later to say the kid's mantra, 'Gakko'. Quite some time passed before subsequent waves arrived, each with fewer numbers and increasing duration between them. My vision got too blurred at times, during which I asked the guy's help in pointing out targets. Either way, all of these hostiles were dispelled just as effortlessly.

As the song was closing its second loop, I sensed I wasn't long for the dream. To cap things off, I charged an aura, fiercer and larger than I've ever managed, reaching up to 12 yards in radius. I then released it all as a hail of energy orbs. The dream collapsed soon afterwards.

Just a bunch of scraps, besides log 1122, which has its own entry.

Log 1120 - Tapped Out at The Moment
Created Wednesday 23 May 2018

Preparing a meal at the kitchen. There's a black paper bag of whole wheat flour labeled "emergency food", or something like that.

Log 1121 - Factory Criminal Enterprise, Pie Party, Urban Apartment, and Bedbug Obsession Scraps
Created Thursday 24 May 2018

Watching Batman - The Animated Series. The owner of a factory (whom looked like Bing Crosby) sneaks into his workplace at midnight. Inside, troupe of a criminals were busy smuggling merchandise, all part of a prior agreement. But now, the owner wanted out, thinking the conspiracy was no longer profitable. When hearing this, the thugs glanced at each other, then roared in laughter. Enter the gang's leader, a man who looked suspiciously similar to Mr. Burns from the Simpsons. He supposedly allows the owner to leave, and with a substantial bonus for "insurance". He then fired warning shots at the man. After that, the owner's cat appeared, of which the gang leader coyly threatened to kill.

At home. The family and I are eating a variety of desserts. My niece, Erica, didn't seem to like the baked apple tarts, but loved the fried peach pies.

Living in an urban apartment suite.

King of the Hill dream, save that the Hills' home was my own. Luanne had a bizarre obsession with bedbugs, unwilling to be rid of them, despite their threats to the health of herself, those around her, and her baby.

Log 1123 - Awakening Score Counter, Imp Ride Attack, and More Gas Station Scraps
Created Saturday 26 May 2018

Recurring dream about falsely waking up in an unknown apartment room. Each time a video game-esque point counter would appear, scoring me based on how I woke up.

Something about a group and I taking an unwilling roller coaster ride straight to hell. My brother, Joao, was a fellow passenger. It was quite a drop to get there. This hell didn't appear terrible, mostly just ancient ruins. Similarly, its denizens were merely whimsical little imps. Even so, these creatures weren't completely innocuous, shooting us with blow darts at every turn. Somehow, I fell off, and was instantly transformed into such a demon. Quite a bitter pity, as I learned the ride was almost at an end.

At my old job at the gas station. This moody, lazy goth girl was a supposed co-worker. Some of her friends arrived, causing trouble. Between that, I noticed a kid trying to steal various things. In a flagrant breach of protocol, I caught him, took the stuff back, then threw him out of the store.

Created Sunday 20 May 2018

Various things to note, including a DILD. The rest are mostly just scraps. Pretty sure there's a dream or two I've since forgotten.

Scrap Group 1
Law and Order dream. The ADAs (Rubirosa and Cutter) are for some reason investigating alongside the detectives (Lupo and Bernard). They were searching for this redneck guy for questioning. Said guy flees in a pick-up truck before either of them noticed. I was involved somehow later on.

Watching an Avengers trailer. Halfway, an older Austin Powers appears, who complains about not having his own movie for quite a while. He later cavorts with his curvy (if hefty) African descended lady. There's something about a "manchair" (literally a guy being used as a chair) that I'd rather forget.

At home. My nephew, Deon, and his cousin, Chester, were there. I mess around with one of Deon's Nerf guns, firing it at the kids, though I soon got it jammed by loading it with a wrong sized dart.

Entering a public bathroom, a messy place, as usual. Transition when I entered a stall.

Dream 1 - Leaked Awareness

The visuals were very dim. I falsely awaken in the middle of the night, interrupted by some event. I soon realized why: there was a leak running just beside my bed. This stream became much stronger when I heard someone flushing one of the toilets. Yech.

I got up to find a bucket, hoping this would contain the problem at least until the morning (as unlikely as that was). It was while passing through the living room that I starting thinking this might not have been real. Thus, upon phasing my hand through the wall, I realized the dream.

I floated up through the ceiling, spinning and rubbing my hands as I did. This took me through the void, then back to where I started, and repeated from there. Between this, I tried conjuring a piece of chocolate cake, but, to much disappointment, this had no results.

Things looped for about a minute longer before I woke up.

Scrap Group 2
Law and Order dream again. I was at the stand as a witness for the prosecution. During cross-examination, McCoy objects to various questions from the defense on the basis of relevance. Most of these get sustained.

Dream 2 - Ruined Hospital Raids

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was wandering through a semirural highway during daytime, travelling by the foot. This was a post-apocalyptic scene, the nearby structures abandoned or in ruins. I was part of a group of other survivors, including dad, one or two other family members, and various strangers. Of the latter, I identified a dark skinned woman, and tall old light skinned man.

During our travels, we raided a small hospital not too far off the road. It was an unnerving locale to navigate, what with its lack of lighting and piles of toppled furniture and rubble concealing the hallways inside. No telling whether something would jump out at us. Fortunately, nothing of the sort occurred. What's more, food and medical goods were in large supply. We collected everything we could find, and decided to take this place as our own. Despite my not doing any more than the rest, the others, against my will, elected me as the leader.

Several days later, we were contacted by another group of survivors. A video-game-like interface revealed this new faction was larger and more productive than ours. Timeskip after a trek through the highway. We arrived at this other group's base, a truck stop, of which a small motel/diner was used as their meeting area. Inside, I became acquainted with the leader, a frail, pale old man, who was in the middle of serving breakfast to his people. Perhaps he was leader in name only, for he left the details/decisions of this assembly to his daughter, a vigorous, athletically built blonde woman in her late thirties. She cut to the chase, and asked for our help in looting a much larger hospital further down the highway. Said place was rumored to house an even bigger stockpile of goods, and was otherwise optimally built for defending a wide swath of land. I was skeptical, 'knowing' that location was likely too dangerous for the effort. Besides which, my group already had plenty of supplies to trade and share. As much as I tried to reason with the woman, she refused anything short of joining her in the raid.

Don't recall anything else until the dream ended.

Created Friday 18 May 2018
Got various things, but only fragments of such.

Scrap Group 1
At a mall with family. We were going out to eat, I believe.

In my backyard. A menace is there (a wild animal, or a mischievous kid?). I dealt with this by humiliating the interloper, or even assaulting them. Soon, a pale woman in a spring dress and sandals starts yelling at me from the other side of the fence, demanding that I explain myself face to face. I claimed I'd get there immediately. And technically, I did, only, by the time I was there, I'd shrunken myself to bug-size. I tried sneaking by, keeping cover beneath the grass. Yet, somehow, the woman noticed. She gave chase, trying her darndest to catch me, and, when that failed, squish me.

At the highway with family, driving during a clear day. An unknown Asian guy, a supposed acquaintance, was there as well. Later, the vehicle chugs, then comes to a halt. In lieu of getting assistance, the acquaintance and myself towed the entire vehicle through brute strength (with everyone else still inside), dragging/pushing it around in a complete sprint. At times, we even lifted it, which became necessary when we (incredibly) hauled it down some stairs in a parking garage. We also jumped over some ponds in a nearby marsh, only barely making the leap each time. The Asian guy seemed to be indefatigable. I, on the other hand, had to take a breather every now and then, much to his chagrin.

At the driveway. A big gathering was occurring there. Noticed my brother had similar hair to myself.

Created Thursday 17 May 2018

Got three LDs to note, if two rather strained ones. There was probably another brief LD I'd forgotten in between these. There's also a fragment. I'm sure I had some other things in memory, but that's since passed.

Dream 1 - She Ain't Picking Up

WILD transition in bed. I had a tenuous grasp of the dream, so I hesitated momentarily. I got bored after half a minute, so I tried bringing my guide, E. But, after many attempts at calling to her, and imagining her form in reach, I just couldn't bring her in. Things collapsed soon after.

Dream 2 - Icy-lation

Another WILD transition in bed. Again, I lingered for a bit, waiting for something to happen, though it became apparent I had to take things into my own hands. I couldn't move. So, I fell through the bed and into the void. There, I tried bringing in E again, more intently this time, but again, no luck. Eventually, I landed in a mountainside snowfield, an overcast twilight above. This place was bare of life, a cold wind the only company. I looked around only for so long, when I sensed my physical body in bed. I couldn't maintain composure, and was corporally returned there. Still, the image persisted for a bit, silent yet moveable, remaining for at least a minute before I woke up.

Scrap Group 1
Unknown LD, of which I lost grasp. This somehow transitioned to below.

Dream 3 - Aiding the Red Witch

The visuals started quite blurred, but clarified over time. I was wandering around a city during a bright day. Semi-lucid (knew it wasn't real, but merely thought it was a dreamlet or daydream).

Later, I was psychically alerted of some world-threatening emergency. I rushed through a busy alleyway towards a large bus stop, the site of the crisis. There awaited a live-action version of I-No, the villainess from Guilty Gear XX. But, instead of being the source of the problem, she was actually in charge of stopping it, and was, in fact, the one who drew me towards the scene. From what I gathered, a force was controlling the minds of the masses. Anyone so enthralled was then set on a rampage. Said force had already spread throughout much of the city, and would have continued uncontrollably, had not I-No barred it from doing such. Once I arrived, the Red Witch demanded I interpose myself between her and the possessed, while she performed a spell to put an end to the madness. I internally questioned her intent, knowing she didn't care for anyone but herself, nasty personality notwithstanding. Still, for someone as scary as her to deal with such a threat, it must've been serious indeed...

I leaped past I-No, then ahead of the few remaining innocents huddled beneath the bus stop, where I formed an energy shield. Numerous stones were hurled towards us. Feeling their impact upon the barrier finally triggered lucidity. Anyway, I sensed I couldn't hold up the shield for long. I glanced back expectantly towards the witch, but she was clearly still preoccupied. "Not yet, meat puppet!", she hissed as she frantically meddled with glowing runes floating near her. Hmph.

Well, I thought it best to take a more offensive approach. So, I yelled "Animate Object!" (as per the D&D spell), and put a street light under my command. I had it swipe through dozens of the possessed, then stamp onto incoming vehicles. But, it was later mysteriously toppled, leaving it completely inert.

After that, I set up a Storm Pillar trap (another D&D spell) nearby, though it was unintentionally invisible. Nonetheless, it proved otherwise effective, zapping any foes that passed through with unseen electricity.

The hostiles' ranks were growing too thick. No choice but to get my hands dirty. After drawing a small sword from nowhere, I charged at the crowd, slashing and impaling with impunity. One unfortunate fat guy was even disemboweled. Either way, it seemed the possessed were not stymied by pain, stopped only by the most crippling wounds, or death. Excitement initially got the better of me, but I eventually felt remorse in having to resort to such violence. After all, these enemies were victims themselves...

Suddenly, the floor collapsed, sending me and those around plummeting to unknown depths. Things get unclear. Lost lucidity. There's a scene involving a rather bloody Tales of fighting game, which my brother Brandon and I played. The dream ended after that.

Scrap Group 2
In an unknown apartment suite. My brother Bud was there. I watch a video showcasing glitches in Guilty Gear XX Accent Core Plus. There's two involving I-no, a damage scaling bug, and a trick which allowed her to use Megalomania, her boss-only super. Later, some Guilty Gear Isuka combo videos with Anji. Time skip. I'm walking around an urban street near a gigantic school. I super jump dozens of stories up, yet even this wasn't enough to scale the entirety of the building.

Quite a few things to note, including two LDs. The rest are mostly scraps, though.

Scrap Group 1
Various WBTBs between each dream.

False awakening in bed. The sound of the back door opening spooked me. I'd fears of intruders breaking in, maybe crooks, or even of horror movie villains. A large figure then creeped in bed. Luckily, this was a friendly female spectre. Still, she did take the time to play tricks on me.

Something about me and my brother Michael talking about Killer Instinct.

At home. My niece and nephew were there, only now, their hair was an unusual orange. Made the poor guess that they must've been out in the sun too long. Their cousin, Leo, was also visiting. Michael took charge of them all. Later on, Leo fell on the floor, hollering in pain from a twisted arm. Michael lifted him up, and placed him in the nearest bed. Meanwhile, I gathered towels so as to fill them with ice for the kid's injury.

Dream 1 - Magical May Dreaming Competition 2018 - Day 15 - Part 1

The visuals were dim and blurred. False awakening in bed at night. I overheard dad making a commotion in the kitchen/living room. Very concerning, but also suspicious, given the time frame. Thus, I figured the dream out. I didn't roll off like usual. Instead, I 'projected' another body, sending it from out the bed and to the front door. I could see and feel through both forms, half from my left, and the other half from my right, but this quickly got disconcerting. So, I rubbed hands, until I was completely anchored to the 'dream body'. Next, I tried phasing through the door, but something kept repelling me. I resorted to go through it by jumping backwards, which worked perfectly.

Outside under a cloudy night sky. I launched myself up high and towards the eastern horizon. Dawn light slowly emerged, and with it, a vastly more vivid sight. Concurrently, I could hear Silent Forest Zone Act 1 from Sonic Lost World sounding in the background. The music might've explain my encountering a broadleaf forest below. I land on a clearing to ponder for a bit. Out of spontaneity, I conjured Eddie from the shadows. He had this big, goofy smile on his face, more a caricature of his normal self (well, as normal as an amorphous, shark-looking shadow beast would be). Actually, as I looked around, the environment had a more whimsical, cartoony appearance, huge leaves spinning all around me in the background. Anyway, I shouted orders at Eddie, commanding him to become a buzzsaw, then a drill. Looked kinda weird to see this frontward rather than side-to-side as in the usual games. I then took off again on my own.

Later on, I arrived at a prairie, the sun fully risen, and the visuals realistic again. I soon landed by a dated shopping center, approaching from the back of the stores. Remembering the contest, I called out to various DV members, including KarlaB18 (though I initially mistakenly called her KarlaB12, and at times, Carlie). When no one showed up, I started shouting their names in feigned outrage. In hindsight, probably didn't help. There were some passerby's near a bar, many of those folk of college age, though I couldn't distinguish anyone by sight (and didn't think ask). I then tried the chocolate cake TOTM. I tried summoning a piece of chocolate cake. Darkness swirled around my hand, but failed to solidify. Things destabilized, and I woke up.

Dream 2 - Magical May Dreaming Competition 2018 - Day 15 - Part 2


Scene 1 - Realized The Mix Up a Bit Too Late
The visuals were a bit blurred. I was working in my old job at the gas station (again?). A former co-worker, Rita, was there as well. While in the registers, a tall balding guy said he had trouble with pump 17. This threw me off a bit, as there was no such numbered pump. Then, out of nowhere, an enormous queue formed before me. Furthermore, the orders between Rita and I had somehow got jumbled up. While trying to sort this mess, I got lucid... if only for a few seconds before the dream collapsed. DEILD back in.

Scene 2 - Warp Blast of Disapproval
Similar visuals. I was at home, upstairs. Got aware once I remembered being in bed. I overheard my in the nearby room speaking with mom, the two talking a lot of smack about me for whatever reason. I tried just concentrating on other things, but they got obnoxiously loud. So, I fired a ki-blast at their direction, a warning shot aimed towards the ceiling there. Somehow, I got warped in that very location. I slid down to the floor of the oddly empty room. Got lost in thought. Things destabilized, and the dream collapsed for good.

Created Tuesday 15 May 2018

Just a a dream today. I did get several near-LD transitions, but dropped the ball each time...

Dream 1 - Dog and Paper Ploy

Scene 1 - Diligence and Fatigue
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in a highschool classroom as a student, a science course, I believe. While the lessons were being set up, the others diligently finished up homework from their other classes. Figured this was expected of every students there. I woulda done the same, but felt too fatigued to get anything done. Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - Dog Rick
Similar visuals. Spectator mode. I was watching Rick and Morty. The title characters were at their home's lounge. Only, Rick had turned himself into a small dog, just for the heck of it. His grandson was upset, certain this was just a ploy from Rick to avoid certain responsibilities again. Through some mishap, Morty fell on his head, and went unconscious. Rick desperately looked for a way to his lab/garage, but his current form kept him from going there. Somehow, he made it outside. Dog Rick called out for help, but (for whatever reason) Morty was the only person that could understand him. Just then, a large, vicious dog jumped in, and chased after him. Warp

Scene 3 - Paper-Thin Disguise
The visuals were clearer. I was at my old job at the gas station. But now, I had the form of a small piece of paper, a receipt, maybe. Although I could speak freely, I otherwise had limited mobility. Through unknown, incredible means, I'd previously set up a disguise, a mannequin, which I controlled through a system of pulleys. This ruse allowed me to at least man the registers without suspicion.

One unfortunate breeze was all it took to put in an end to all of that. I was now on the floor, almost completely helpless. Soon, a few former co-workers passed by, of whom I could identify Chloe, Edie, and Saul. Despite the predicament, I initially thought it too embarrassing to call out for help, unreasonably presuming they'd mock me for my state. Eventually, I did do just that, if reluctantly. Edie was the first to notice, and as should've been expected, she was quite shocked. I asked her to place me back onto that mannequin machine I'd set up. She was far more concerned about my safety, but after some convincing, she complied.

Later on, I got a call from the fire department. The man on the other line had numerous questions about the security system in the building. This made me quite suspicious. I claimed most of his queries involved access to the office, which I didn't have at the moment, but that didn't seem to concern him. In an instant, Brigid, my former boss in that place, showed up to buy something. Given her bewildered look, she seemed to have seen past my disguise. Whatever the case, I handed the phone over to her, let her deal with that.

Woke up soon after.