non-lucid

Got that DILD and a fragment to note.

Dream 1 - Thief-Seeking Missiles

The visuals were clear. I was wandering around the streets at daytime. Eventually, I stop by at a gas station, specifically the same one I used to work in. There were some major renovations since I've been there, including the registers being in the opposite side of the store. Maurice, one of my old managers, was busy with some customers. I considered talking to him, though I backed off. It's been so long, I doubt he even recognized me anymore. Later, at an unknown site, I build up enough nerve to call there for a chat.

Time skip at night. I'm back at the gas station, this time as a worker. Three other employees were there as well. Of them, I recognized Maria. Another was an older, large African descended woman, while the last a skinny, aging, clean shaven Hispanic man. I take a look around, and find things were now arranged much more similarly to how I last remembered. There were, however, more selection of hot foods. I thought to sample some, but reconsidered when I found the pastries had long been shriveled into an overbaked husk.

I worked the register for some time without incident, besides some guy having concerns of having been overcharged out at the pumps.Then, later on, a big, loud black woman shows up to bicker with my like-skinned fellow employee. Tension builds up to the point of violence. I overheard their being "friends", though how one could tolerate such vitriol under any circumstances is beyond me. Anyway, this scene distracted me from looking around the store. Before I could react, I found that some jerk had gone on and stole something in plain sight. The bickering had finally resolved by that point.

After that, a mess of customers began piling up. In fact, this left me so preoccupied, that shoplifters came out of the woodworks to snatch something or two. I later had to deal with a drugged out woman, another of my coworker's supposed "friends". There was some confusion over the money she gave and what she actually owed. As I counted the funds, the woman ran off with whatever she had in hand, and I just knew I got the short end of things. Concurrently, some teen girl rushed in, swiped some DVDs and snacks, and ran off in one fell swoop. And if that wasn't enough, both previous madwomen returned to cause another commotion. What a night...

While that happened, I caught sight of underaged punks going straight for the alcohol coolers. And sure enough, I overheard one or two muttering about a beer run. I was, by then, infuriated enough to look for trouble myself, so I went to the front door and waited. Still, I was of mind to reflect on that unreasonable theft rate. I made a reactionary hand test, but no matter the result, I gained awareness.

Vengeance still filled my thoughts. I immediately blasted the punks with an energy blast, then followed up with an explosive beam split and directed to those two rambunctious women (of course, all with precautions to not accidentally hit anyone else). I then stepped outside the lot, hoping I'd find any other previously encountered thieves and scoundrels, though they were long gone by then. After thinking it over, I figured a homing attack would let me get even. I fired a golden ray into the sky, which I divided into a dozen or so other beams. These arced and spread out all over town, until they eventually exploded one by one at isolated, distant locations. Couldn't help but guffaw in triumph.

With that done, I tried conjuring my guide, E, imagining she'd appear standing around the sidewalk. Unfortunately, I lost focus, and collapsed the dream entirely.

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WBTB for 15 minutes to write some notes and stretch for a bit.

False awakening. Mom comes barging in the room, demanding I get those hurricane shutters installed despite not having a ladder.

Created Wednesday 06 September 2017

Many items to note, including a series of DILDs during early REM. Unfortunately, they're mostly just fragments at this point.

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A series of early-REM dreams that I vaguely remembered being repeated instances of each other. I'd awareness at various points. In one such case, I discovered that a spy, some red-haired woman in an office dress, was leaking false, scandalous information on my character. I caught her in the act, and coerced her into both cancelling the operation and fleeing.

False awakening in bed. I was drenched in sweat. Woke up minutes later dry as a bone.

At home. My niece, Valentina, shows me a baby doll with an eerily lifelike face
and movable joints.

In the backyard of an unknown home. I was cleaning things up along with mom and my younger brother, Trent. At one point, my brother, goes off to feed the cat. I turned away for seconds, only to find the animal had not only died, but was well into the process of decomposing. Didn't concern me one bit. However, seeing Trent and mom so non-chalant of their pet's demise was so.

At an arcade at night.

Something of digging a rock tunnel into a brightly lit tower.

Vague memories of being in a video game world.

At home. I walk downstairs, only to find a large gathering of unexpected guests, each Flora's (my sister's) friends. Very embarrassing, as I was still in my underwear.

At a beach at night. Rough waves kept me from getting too far into the water.

At a hotel room with many family and extended family members. There was a small party ongoing, though I was too tired to participate. Indeed, I was so exhausted, I just slept on floor of the nearest open space. My uncle Sylvester didn't appreciate that, and so he tells Valentina to wake me up. My niece kisses me on the forehead, to which I instantly woke up IRL.

Created Monday 04 September 2017

Got that WILD/DIELD chain to note, and a fragment.

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Using a chat client for some old multiplayer online text-based game. Noticed several users were participants in this season's contest. At various points, there were some disturbingly hostile comments thrown my way. I woke up thinking I'd lucidity at some point, though I remember nothing of the sort.


Meditated for 20+ minutes as part of a WBTB, then made a WILD attempt. Yet again, I had to endure two hours of insomnia before I got sleepy enough to transition.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Competition - Day 3

Scene 1 - Restive Rolling
WILD transition just after being stuck in REM Atonia for some time. I rolled off the bed, with difficulty due to exhaustion, only to wake up immediately for a brief moment. This repeats for a confirmed total of six times, along with numerous other unverified instances or outright false awakenings.

Between these were a few non-lucid false awakenings. One of these had me get up for a snack, and another involved my sister requesting that I take her daughter to a doctor.

Later in this cycle, I float around the room for a few seconds, until I was tugged back on the mattress. After that, just as I rolled off into the Void, I saw vivid gameplay footage of Street Fighter Alpha 2 presented before me, this depicting a simultaneous 2v2 battle between Ken, Charlie, and other unidentified characters. I hijacked the game by pretending to use an arcade stick, but I lacked the dexterity to do much. Regardless, I quickly lost interest, as I did such things just yesterday.

Once I was less fatigued, I called out to my guide, E, various times. I heard her voice almost instantly, though with bad "reception". Took a minute for her to have more presence, heard clearly but still unseen. I requested her assistance in getting me anywhere else, and also to maybe get some tasks done. In lieu of that, she chortled and babbled loudly, as if to purposefully ignore me. Worse yet, she played mischief, doing things like tossing me around, painfully locking my limbs, and gnawing on my sides in a most uncomfortable manner. How annoying. Still, I called for her after another brief awakening, and again asked for help. This time, she rolls us both off the mattress and to the Void.

Warp.

Scene 2 - Descent, Discipline, and Disorder
The visuals were dim and a bit blurred. I was falling down into a vast chasm along with E. By that point, she'd manifested in her giant naga form. This time, she appeared thinner, had only two arms, and had her hair styled in a pageboy cut. I quickly seated myself on her head and held on. Jagged stalagmites awaited us below, so I slowed our descent at the last second for a safe landing. Exhaustion caused my perspective to wig out a bit for a moment. Anyway, we didn't get too far when my guide alerted me to danger, pointing to the silhouettes of small, monstrous figures creeping ahead. She implied that I not stick around as she dealt with those things. I heeded her words, and jumped far away from the action.

After scouting around, I found an opening leading above. I climbed up to find a "highschool" classroom, of all things. "Highschool" in quotation, given the "students" seemed as TV actors playing the part. The teacher, a middle aged African descended woman, had trouble getting the class' attention. Such disrespect didn't sit well with me. Once I had enough, I bashed the loudest, rudest guy in the room (some blonde twenty-something year old), and continued assaulting those that were even remotely disruptive. Rioting ensues. Noticed music in the background, some old unknown country tune sounding from a record player. I timed my attacks to its rhythm, including a groin punch to that first victim, followed by a knee-breaking elbow to someone trying to flank me.

Minutes later, I inexplicably transformed into King Piccolo from Dragon Ball. I conjured a flag and pole in hand, then, acting in character, I claimed the structure, along with the souls of any who died (as improbable as that was). I then unwittingly turned back to myself just as quickly.

The brawl had all but quieted down by that point. Heard Moonlight Bay was playing. I was about to sing the last verse in celebration, when some random people, my brother Jonathan included, randomly showed up to join me in chorus. My brother was awfully critical of my vocals. So, I tried correcting it, only to receive more vitriol. What's more, he refused to identify what the problem was exactly. Was it tone? Timing? Give me a hint, man! And yet, when I then performed exactly as before, he found no obvious flaws...

This fickle judgement made me too irritable to focus, and the dream ended.

Created Sunday 03 September 2017

Got a WILD to note, along with a fragment.

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Repeated instances of my playing Liberal Crime Squad. Most liberal collaborators were named after my team members in this season's LD competition. I'd the impression I was lucid at the time, or it could've been false memories of such.

20 minute WBTB, where I stretched and meditated. This turned into an hour and a half of insomnia. Still, I barely had enough patience to gain a WILD transition.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Competition - Day 2

WILD transition through hypnagogia. Soon, gameplay footage of a fighting game appeared. This for the most part was the original Marvel vs Capcom, save for a few notable alterations. For one, this had characters only available from its prequels/sequels such as Iron-Man, Magneto, and Doctor Doom, all of whom were present on screen at one point or another. Likewise, there was some unfamiliar industrial stage background. Remembering the TOTM's, I take control via manipulating an invisible arcade stick, where I used Magneto in a fight against Iron-Man. The inputs were spot on, exacting actually, down to all the flailing and gaps whenever I messed up my Rom Combo attempts. I later hijacked control of Iron-Man, though at best, all I could do were basic diagonal air-dash block/combo strings. Heh, guess I'm kinda rusty.

Once I had enough, I rubbed my hands to keep stability and shook my head to remove the image. Found I was still in bed. I floated myself upright above the mattress, then tried phasing through the nearest wall. But upon contact, the dream destabilized, and I woke up.

Another WBTB ad WILD attempt, with no results.

Spoiler for Media References:

Basic Rom Combo in action.

Created Saturday 02 September 2017

I've two DILDs to note, along with a few fragments.

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False awakening at home. I look out the bedroom door, only to find intruders sneaking about. An interface similar to Liberal Crime Squad pops up, and notes the actions those scoundrels were taking.

Browsing in the Dreamviews forums. To my surprise, I find the LD Competition required a mandatory LD each day. Failure to do as such would result in disqualification.

15 WBTB and WILD initiation.

Dream 1 - Mundane Destruction

The visuals were clear. I was in a hotel suite with family. Later at night, I go out for a stroll, walking down a shopping district. I kept on the median bar for some reason, which almost cost me when I was meters away from getting in an accident during an ongoing police chase.

Minutes later, and the sun was already up. I soon found myself within a mall, where I stop at a McDonald's for a burger and small fries totaling $6. The restaurant was a bit packed, so I took my meal to the food court, its rows of joined tables and benches making the place appear more as a school cafeteria. Then, for no reason whatsoever, I suddenly become aware of the dream.

I set out to complete some competition tasks. Unfortunately, false memories lead me to doing anything but. Anyway, this faux-task involved conjuring Beerus, the God of Destruction from Dragon Ball Super, whom I would join in a fight against another universe's gods and warriors. By just visualizing so, the image of said deity appeared before me, though it took a minute of concentration and active interaction with him to get a complete manifestation. Throughout that time, I explained my reasons for having him there. Beerus thought the whole thing outrageous, yet was humored enough to go along.

Next was summoning the offworlders. I looked to a wall, from which a portal unconsciously appeared. Out steps Sidra, the God of Destruction of Universe 9. After some arrangements, the two immediately blasted off far away into combat. Meanwhile I was left to look for my opponent, who was said to be very close by. I look under a table, when a red-furred dogman suddenly jumped out and attacked. Well, given the source material, our ensuing battle was rather mundane, lots of circling and probing, little to no flashy maneuvers.

This laster for about a minute before the dream collapsed.

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Dream where I was a floating disembodied head. I'd false lucidity throughout much of this.

30 min WBTB to write notes, then another WILD attempt.

Watching a documentary on fish. I'm warped in the middle of a stormy ocean, where I'm almost eaten by a newly discovered species of giant toothless sharks. This might have linked to the dream below.

Dream 2 - Duo-Layered Fish Chess Match

Scene 1 - D&D - Tower of Doom - Rotoscoped Edition
The visuals were clear. I was playing a run of D&D - Tower of Doom via unknown hardware along with my brother Lawrence. We used the Elf and the Cleric, though I can't say who was who. Much of the session took place in an evil-lord's mansion, a complete fabrication from the dream. Further oddities occurred after clearing the game, where the Elf switched to being the Cleric and back at random moments. What's more, digitized sprites in the characters' likeness took their place at times. Maybe some leftover content from development, I thought, perhaps things that were actually rotoscoped?

Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - "Not. Now. Dreaming."
The visuals were dimmer. I was in the lobby of my home at nighttime. I go to my bedroom, where Lawrence and my nephew Jarred were watching something on the computer. My nephew tries hiding and then jumping out to scare me. It obviously wouldn't have rattled me, that is, had I not noticed his eyes were completely white. I then noted some electronic device in his hand. Figured he merely used that to play visual tricks on me.

I felt tired, so I went to bed then and there. As I fell to "sleep", a dream began forming immediately, of which I was wandering out of a tunnel's opening. Such rapid progress let me immediately realize the dream.

Things destabilized. When I come to, I, through half-opened eyes, see I was now in a completely different bedroom. Brenden and his sister were stopping by, and Lawrence remained as well. There was a conversation about an SNES Mario game, and Brenden wanted my opinion on such. I completely ignored that matter, and "slept" again. But as another dream formed, the others continually pestered me for input. With difficulty, I managed to speak out to that "outer dream layer".

"Not. Now. Dreaming."

Instead of silence, I was bombarded with further questions. Complete disregard it was, then.

Seconds later, I finally had (another) dream body to work with. Did some quick hand rubbing to stabilize, from which a vivid scene then formed. I found myself outside in picturesque grassy hills during a sunny clear day. Exhilaration caused me to devolve into base desires. I looked around for an erotic sight, when a shockwave ripped through the ground. I flew towards the origin, but only found some farmers working a plot. And then, giant flatfish appeared out of nowhere, swimming in mid-air carelessly. I followed one to a higher incline, where windmills and a few trees were about. Strange rippling melded these shapes into different forms and perspectives, before creature and structures alike simply vanished.

Further on was another steep, vast hill. At the top were even more enormous and peculiar figures: monumental ches spieces lined side by side (with the distinct exclusion of pawns). And atop these were an assortment of figures to the piece's likeness, a red-robed king on the king's piece, a queen dressed in blue on the queen piece, an armored and mounted knight on the knight piece, and so on. Those of royalty were seated on bronze thrones, while the rest stood at ready.

Just then, a barrage of rocks and large arrows rained in from my sides. I look around, and see the rooks were responsible, these depicted as siege engines and their engineers. I dodged their attack unscathed, somehow. As they readied another volley, I charged heedlessly towards the monarchs. I soon noticed that voices from the "outer layer" were drowning out audio in this sequence. Some self-made sound-effects and music from that above mentioned D&D game quickly allowed me to fix that problem.

Sadly, the dream deteriorated and collapsed before I could get even.

Spoiler for Media References:

Beerus:


Sidra:


Basil (the previously unnamed dogman noted above):


D&D - Tower of Doom Gameplay Image:

Created Wednesday 30 August 2017

I've a series of WILDs from yesterday morning to note. There's also some non-LD portions between these, though I've only a vague recollection of them at the moment.

Spoiler for It's a long one.:

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Vague memories of being in a mansion, or even a castle. Later, I pass a security checkpoint, where some guy was looking to pick a fight.

Dream 1 - August 2017 TOTM Bonus Task - Take One

WILD transition in bed. After fighting exhaustion, I roll off bed and into the Void. As usual, I repeatedly went back and forth between getting warped to bed then falling off. Seems a crease on my covers bothered me IRL, which kept me from a more complete transition.

Anyway, during one of my descents, I was contacted by an impish female voice taunting my efforts. I flew here and there to look for her, only to get swung around by an unseen force.

Later on, I take a stroll around the house. I go upstairs then back down, when I'm suddenly accosted by a large brown rat in the middle of the stairway. I tried bashing it, but missed completely. In fact, this left me so exposed, that the rodent ran behind me and bit my, uh, behind. I awakened for a few seconds, all due to that aforementioned discomfort from the blanket crease, then returned.

More rolling and another walk around in my (poorly lit) home. Once at the front door, I remembered some TOTMs, thinking the emotion one would be a good fit. So, I muster as much anger as I could, hoping this would result in flashy fireworks. Instead, I just get warped in bed. I try this again and again in place for the next few minutes, and even yelled as loud as I could, though it seemed I woulda pop a (in-dream) blood vessel before getting anything worthwhile.

I soon stirred awake. Five minute interlude before the next dream.

Dream 2 - August 2017 TOTM Bonus Task - Take Two

Scene 1 - Calm Quake
Another WILD transition in bed. After rolling on and off to the Void a few more times, I gain enough sense to fly around the room, if with my eyes closed. I overheard mom bargin in, where she complained about making a trip.

Repeat warps to bed and the Void, before I could walk around my unlit home. For some reason, I think to do some poor impressions of Bruce Lee. I shadowbox my way into the kitchen. Most of my housemates were gathered around there in the dark. I ignored them in favor of another go at the TOTM. Like before, I focus on rage, only to warp back in bed immediately.

I then get up to do similar feaux martial arts techniques on the front door, only this time, I imitate Kenshiro's Hokuto Shin Ken. I batter the door with inhumanly fast punches, creating numerous dents on it and its frame. But, within seconds, these fixtures repaired themselves good as new. Think environment regeneration in video games.

After that, I tried the TOTM yet again, only this time, I chose to evoke deep calm. Just a few deep breaths was all it took to achieve a state similar to that after prolonged meditation. Just then, great tremors rattled my surroundings, these quakes becoming more intense the longer I continued the trance. I lost focus 15 seconds later, whereupon I was warped in bed yet again.

More walking around in the dark. I approached the sliding door to the backyard, and was curious to try as before. As I concentrated, I found myself trembling involuntarily with an influx of energy. With a gesture, I "hurled" this invisible force to the wall. A metallic clang sounded, though there was no other obvious effect.

Cue transition seconds later.

Scene 2 - Winter Forest Trek
The visuals were clear. I was in a snowy conifer forest during a grey day, the air laden with chilling vapors. As I looked on in wonder, an Englishman made narration of dream itself. Humorous, I thought, as I knew it was just me doing as such unconsciously. Anyway, I soon noticed a cloaked figure running in the distance, so I hovered in for a closer look. This was a slight, light skinned woman with auburn-red hair. She donned a green cloak, hood down, which itself partially concealed a set of brigandine armor. A warrior, perhaps?

I decided to follow her, choosing to go on foot as well so as not to startle her too much. A good quarter mile went past, yet she either didn't notice or refused to acknowledge me. So I just asked her outright who she was and what she was doing.

"Be gone", huffs the woman, "you needn't concern yourself with my affairs."

Before I could utter another word, the lady dodged into nearby thickets, and I lost track of her completely. Ah, well.

The weather grew intolerably cold. After a bit of trudging (completely forgetting I could fly), I find the remnants of a dirt road. I continued along it for a while, when a dark brown light horse clopped in from behind, saddled and ready for riding. Well, that's some relief. I climbed on, only to acknowledge I'd never actually learned how to ride such a beast. "Can't be that hard, right?", I thought. How wrong I was. On gently pulling back the reigns, the animal suddenly bucked violently. I'm thrown meters ahead of it, and land chin-first onto the icy dirt. Certainly, this would have been lethal in reality! At the very least, I was able to guide the animal on foot.

Not too far off was a small outpost of a kind. Two men were there, both having light brown hair and beards. One was seated at a desk inexplicably out in the open, while the other was attending to two horses of his own. Guessed they could be of help. I asked the latter the basics of horse riding. It seemed the fellow was especially knowledgeable on such. Perhaps too knowledgeable, as he preferred to delve into the "science" of equestrianism rather than anything practical at the time. I contended that the "controls" (for lack of a better world at the time) likely weren't as complicated as he made it out, though he disagreed, and continued the rant. Meanwhile, the other man tried interjecting with a few tips, though his comments were completely drowned out by the bickering.

It was around then that I realized I was practically squabbling with myself. One confusing thought lead to another, and I awakened promptly.

Spoiler for Media References:

Hokuto Hyakuretsu Ken, the Hokuto Shin Ken Technique imitated above:

Created Thursday 22 June 2017

Honestly, I should be posting here more often... Anyway, I've got a DILD to note, of which, as noted above, I bagged a basic TOTM. There's also a few fragments.

Dream 1 - June TOTM 2017 Basic Task II


Scene 1 - Falsely Delirious Tyrant Awareness
The visuals were pretty clear. I was watching Dragon Ball Z on a big screen. Overheard my sister, Andrea, and nephew, Euclid talking in the background as well.

This starts in a dirt road cutting through a plains. Kid Trunks is walking down the road, when Master Roshi (noticeably lacking his shades) dives in from nowhere and attacks. Fast paced sparring ensued. Goten soon arrives with a most unusual package on his back: the tyrant Frieza! His alarmed peers questioned if he'd any clue whom that was. Turned out an accident caused Frieza to lose his memories and most of his sanity. Between maddened rambling, the villain mentioned of going to a certain place. And so, Goten elected to take him there.

Cut to them walking around a suburban area. Once there, Frieza revealed he'd faked his insanity, though he assured no hostility. Still, he urged the others to bring him where requested.

I manifest at that point, and take a good look around. On seeing a familiar nearby, I realized this was my neighborhood, and so quickly gained lucidity. There were some differences, though. Namely, a forest replacing both the shopping centers and homes immediately across the street. I fly up to get a better look, and find an empty plains in the horizon. Very curious. I start making my way there, only then, things begin deteriorating into a blue void. No prob. All I needed to do was remain calm, rub my hands, and wait til a scene formed. Immediate transition.

Scene 2 - Rock Nut
The visuals started hazy, but became progressively clearer. I was in a beach, standing elevated above the shore during a sunny day.

People were abound, but it seemed that despite the clear water and weather, no one was swimming. When I went down for a closer look, I soon discovered why. After only getting ankle deep, a 12ft+ tall rogue wave immediately formed ahead of me, sending me tumbling off the ground a good 10 meters back. Stranger yet, the water overlapped over me without leaving even a drop on me.

Woozily, I made my way back uphill and to an unkempt forest. Soon, I found myself in the middle of a party within a rickety picnic area. Just remembered some TOTMs. Perhaps Basic II would be a good start. I looked around in the sand, finding some shells, conches, and pieces of glass. Not solid enough, probably.

After some digging, I finally found a rock, definintely a winner. My brother, Crispin then appeared behind me. He was in a chatty mood, a typical distraction. I told him I'd be with him shortly and commenced the task, ignoring his confused gaze as I bit the stone. Noticed my teeth felt especially brittle and plastic. Still, I chomped on. The rock eventually gave way, where I found some kind of nut inside. A raw almond, specifically, as I soon realized by eating it. Besides a bitter aftertaste, this tasted and felt as the real thing.

After that, I thought of some other tasks. I remembered TOTM task II, though without visible stars, that didn't seem likely. Advanced Task I, mayhaps? I headed back down to the water in hopes of seeing my own reflection. But then, the scenery faded, and I awakened.

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Alone in an empty room within an unknown home. I'm imagining having shadow powers for a later dream. When I entered the bathroom, I realized such abilities were already in my grasp. And so, I commanded the inky darkness to sweep through the walls and sinks of the house to melt any verminous insects dwelling there.

In the bedroom of an unknown home. I overheard Euclid and Andrea talking about Ed Edd and Eddy. There was an unusually funny (within the dream) joke where Ed utters the line "I have the soul of an echidna." Later, I sit down to watch TV along with Crispin, my nephew, and my sister. There was an ad for a made-up D&D 3D cartoon. Just from that brief glimpse, I already knew the show was going to be lackluster, its generic action/comedy backdrop as uninspired as its characters.

Driving on the highway and to a city at night. Mom, dad, Crispin, Andrea, and Euclid were there as well. On our way there, Euclid noticed a poster designed as Bash terminal. Some forgotten meta-humor was printed on it, which I had to explain to my nephew. We stop and walk around for a bit. On returning, we find Andrea was still somehow still inside the vehicle. An accident had occurred beforehand, and she was ticketed heavily for such. What's more, she'd sustained a serious injury on her left foot, then mangled beyond recognition. So we rushed her to a local hospital. While checking her in, I noticed I hadn't any shoes, of which I was oddly more concerned than the previous horror.

Vague memories of being in a museum, where expensive copies of a masterpiece were being sold. Then something of walking down a dirt road, and later, playing a keyboard.

Created Wednesday 07 December 2016

Numerous dreams identified, including three DILDs, though I can't recall much of the non-LDs.

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Walking around my neighborhood. I start thinking of dream signs. This includes being back in highschool and doing poorly in a science class.

Dream 1 - TOTM Advanced Task I - Take 1

False awakening in the master bedroom. After lingering thoughts on previous dreams, I realized the dream state. Made a breath test to confirm as much, which was inconclusive. So, I fell off, and slowly floated down to the floor. That'll do it.

Then, I began "powering up", yelling as I did. There was no clear sign this was working. In fact, I felt I was getting weaker the longer I tried, so I stopped.

Remembered the spinning TOTM. I hovered, and tried spinning in place, but this was likewise exhausting. Within seconds, I was out of breath, and lost grasp of the dream.

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More false awakenings in the same location.

Dream 2 - TOTM Advanced Task I - Take 2

False awakening in my bedroom. I stand near the mirror, and try taking my sleeping mask off, only to have it magically slide back on. Clearly, I was dreaming. Still couldn't remove the mask though, so I ignored it.

Before continuing, I rubbed my hands for 10 seconds. Then, I tried that TOTM again. As before, I strained myself trying to spin in place. Thus, I ignored physical movement in favor of willing myself to do as much, yielding much better results.

Cut. I'm flying in a night sky. Dire storm clouds were immediately below me, spinning steadily into a fledgeling tornado. This all felt sorta damp and stuffy. I fall intentionally. Just then, the clouds formed into a creepy robot face. Kinda startling, but I dove in anyway.

Another warp. Projected holographically ahead of me was an unlit plane, the floors formed of dim gridlines. Suddenly, demonic shadows appear. Only their glowing yellow eyes were clearly visible. I had control of a small robot, and commanded it to off to a corner. Tried brightening the place up for a better look, but didn't manage that. Tried brightening the place up for a better look, but didn't manage that.

By then, I noticed my left eye was fast shut. In my attempts to wrench it open, I feel myself in bed, and awaken soon afterwards.

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False awakening. Walk down to the living room, where dad and Carl lingered around. Then, they announce finding a bat and hawk in the backyard. That sounded exceedingly unlikely. I realized the dream state, but wake up soon afterwards.

False awakening in bed. An unknown person slid their hand over my face, hampering my breathing. I realized the state, and tried imagining who would be responsible. The dream simply collapses soon afterwards.

EDIT: Typo. Actually Log 572
One brief WILD recalled today, along with a fragment from long before that. There's also a long duration of controlled hypnagogia, but I won't bore anyone with that stuff.

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Playing Streets of Rogue. I'm doing a rescue mission, but my escortee is a moron and runs into danger. I don't bother saving them. Part of this has me within the game in first person perspective.


Dream 1 - November 2016 Advanced Task I

WILD transition in bed. I waste no time flying out to the hallway, and stop to try Advanced Task I. There was resistance in peeking through the wooden floor, as in other attempts. What's more, my head would flash back to an erect position at times. Still, my persistence pays off. My head phases through. What I saw... was pure darkness. Big surprise...

A few seconds later, a tunnel exit appears in view. I'm approaching quickly. Once through, I drop down a sharp incline. I look around, and see I'm in a roller coaster ride. There wasn't any noise, making the experience less exciting than it should've been.

I awaken half a minute later.

Got one DILD to note, as well as some highly vague fragments before that. I may have also achieved a TOTM.

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In a beach with my family?

Something about a party in an unknown house.

Dream 1 - Phase Toss

Scene 1 - That Other Player's a Jerk
The visuals were a bit blurred. I falsely awaken on a wide, non-descript platform outdoors. Nothing but a clear blue sky was visible past its edges.

This starts with something gross and weird. I'd prefer to forget about that. Later, I wander around, and find rows of floating, cubical buildings constructed of light colored materials. These were mostly featureless, just some squared holes for windows and low-walled balconies. I made a wide jump to a ledge, when suddenly, some guy came out and punched me right off. Thus, I fall to my doom.

I "respawn", and figured this must be a game. Still, I was feeling unusually vengeful, and made numerous attempts at the guy's life. Yet, whenever I'd approach, he'd get the better of me and send me plummeting. I resort to punching holes into the walls and floor of his home while he was out of view purely to spite him. Somewhere between this petty griefing, I gain awareness. The scene distorts just as quickly.

Scene 2 - Ironic Vision ft. Zangief
Start in the void. My eyes were shut completely and refused to budge. Good thing I remembered to merely "see" past my lids. A new environment formed within seconds. Found myself in a room with a handful of people around me. Rows of pews were just ahead. Oh, a church. Indeed, some man was giving a religious speech in Spanish. Didn't concern myself with as much. I just floated around to look for more interesting things. It seemed no one else could see me. Just as well. The visuals blurred up momentarily, but "closing" my eyes even more fixed that.

Next, I turned to a wall decorated with picture/display frames. Just remembered the phasing task. First, I tried peeking though the walls, but some invisible force near them kept repelling me. Ditto when I tried floating through the ceiling. So, I looked for a way around this, when I noticed an imposing figure just beside me: Zangief from Street Fighter. That was unexpected. Still, I didn't hesitate to ask for help in this matter. He nods in agreement. In an instant, he lifts me by the back of my shirt, and tosses me right through the ceiling.

Now, I was cramped inside a small opening surrounded by wood constructions. Oops, too far, I only needed my head to go through. The ceiling was close enough, so I tried peeking through, and, this time, did so easily. Eh, not much to see. Past an air grate to the right, this was just a narrow, white, featureless enclosure.

Managed to get a short DILD and WILD. There were various other dreams, at least two before the first awakening and a few others between the LDs, but I've only fragments or forgotten much of these now

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An attractive older woman is hit on by a young guy, the latter flirting and teasing her on her age. The woman plays along.

Watching some Mortal Kombat story mode clip on TV. Kung Jin allies himself with an odd figure, a skinless, limp humanoid whom moved around solely by two spears impaled on his torso. Despite his macabre appearances, said creature was actually quite noble and heroic. They fight off some Tarkatans on a large junk. My brother, Dirk, arrives and watches with interest.

Dream 1 - Giant Parrot Harpy

The visuals were blurred. I was playing a top down 16-bit game set in a high tech metal base.

Reach a room with two Bloodtear Alchemists from Duelyst. Annoyingly, they zoned expertly to hurl fireballs at me, though I managed to take them down unscathed. On crossing a metal door, I cleared the stage, cued to the sound of a like jingle from the first Mega Man.

Unknown cut. I gain first person perspective. Just ending a boss fight with a gigantic parrot, its feathers bright green and pink. It was all but KO'd. I stood triumphantly on its head. Only needed to force feed it a huge grey jewel to win. The absurdity of my punching a crate-sized gem down a giant bird's throat made me realize the dream. Oh well, I went through with it anyway.

With that done, the creature began transforming. I hoped it would change into a pretty lady. In the end, it turned into a harpy of equally vast size, along with like colored wild hair and feathers. But her face was pleasant enough. Anyway, I climbed between her wooly hair, and ordered we depart.

The dream collapsed and ended as she took flight.

Obstinately waited for another dream. Between catching myself drifting on and off from sleep, I managed a WILD within about twenty minutes.

Dream 2 - Hair Legs

A whirling sensation marked the start of a WILD. I concentrated on my breaths for a few minutes before starting.

Noticed I had trouble moving, and couldn't open my eyes, though I could at least roll around with some effort. I tried plummeting off my bed, but floated back against my will. Repeat half a dozen more times. I do a breath test, which seems to not work, but finding that I didn't wake up reassured me enough, and even granted me full mobility.

Still couldn't open my eyes. I remembered a suggestion of just looking through the lids, and, with surprising ease, managed to do as much. Things were still kinda blurry, though bright sunlight provided great lighting. After a few paces, I shrunk myself for the fun of it, reducing myself to just about 1ft in height. I wanted to see myself in the mirror, but was too small to see that above the dresser.

Just remembered the "walk with your head" task. Wait, so am I supposed to walk "using" my head, or walk around while carrying my (presumably detached) head? I settled on the former and hoped for the best. So, I started by attempting a handstand. Couldn't manage it, so I just layed on my back. Tried sliding around with my head, though it just felt as if I were floating backwards. With some concentration, I eventually noticed my hair actually formed into a pair of legs. Heh, what? Moved around back and forth on these flimsy new limbs for a minute or so before the dream collapsed.

Guess I should get back to posting here more often. Anyway, I got quite a number of dreams to note, including two DILDs, one non-LD, and two fragments. I'm pretty sure the full non-LD was at least two dreams, but I never detected any awakenings from them. Depending on how specific the criteria is, I might have also accomplished a TOTM task. Furthermore, I'll paraphrase the non-LD to save space.

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Playing Duelyst, switching between Vetruvian and Vanar. I accrued consecutive losses, mostly due to my opponents having a plethora of high value gold cards. I complain about the "pay2win" model of trading card games to Marcus.

Dream 1 - Tournament, Wilderness, Shoes, and Work

Scene 1 - Are Pocket TV's Still a Thing?
Game tournament in an assembly room. TV's on tables by the walls. Many people. My brother, Marcus is there. Encounter an old gaming bud, Mordecai, who'd a ridiculously tall blowout hairstyle. He almost cried for losing a money match. Some guy is watching a pocket TV, laughing. Shows me footage taking place on a dirt road overlooking a forest clearing at daytime. Colorful chicken and short, squat black cattle are there. An angry bull tackled a large rock, which rolled down and squashed one of the birds. Transition.

Scene 2 - Wild Herds
At the clearing described above in the afternoon. Cattle there, along with many people and my brother. Reach a lake past some thickets, then went to a beach briefly. Walking back uphill. An agitated bull tackles some guy. It kicks and headbutts dirt. I try crawling away. Marcus alerted me to a herd of wild elephants that suddenly appeared. Some almost stepped on me. I scurry to the lake unscathed. Blacking out. Felt waves crashing on me. Worried I went too far. Transition.

Scene 3 - I Knew Those Weren't My Shoes...
At home, going upstairs. Both Marcus and I are surprised I made it out of the previous conflict alive alive. See it's dawn out my bedroom window. Figured we didn't sleep. Female calls from below. Unknown woman with auburn hair and dressed in a dark blue uniform. Supposedly Marcus' girlfriend or wife. She's angry he stayed out and makes demands of him. In bedroom. Two pairs of shoes in doorway. One seemed as a pair of Converses I own, but they were black, too big, and had their soles intact. Very confused. Uncertain transition.

Scene 4 - No Admin Privileges
Back at my old job in the gas station. Different arrangements. Counters in the center formed as a circle. Newer computers, but antiquated Windows 98 software. Old boss, Michael, set up a profile for me. Unwittingly set me as an admin. I try correcting this, but have trouble. Another co-worker, Johanna, tried helping, but gives up quickly. Noticed a few odd names. One was "Amuth-", a cut off misspelling of "Amethyst", I thought. Muttered lewd joke of name under my breath. Found new co-workers behind me, all Hispanic women of varying ages. Finally corrected my profile by deleting and remaking the old one. Wake up.

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Went up and down the wooden stairs of a narrow, unknown home. This directly relates to the dream below.

Dream 2 - Wonder What's in the Photo Album?

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in similar home described a mess. Various boxes were scattered around.

Soon, I meet up with a white haired, bespectacled little old white haired lady. She was constantly squinting, hinting bad eyesight even with glasses. The lady beckons I follow her upstairs so I could see a photo album. But first, she asked me to clear a few things from the stairs, including various boxes and a filled laundry basket.

While moving these, a thin, dark haired, college aged Asian girl enters with a box full of random stuff, a supposed "friend" of mine. She seemed awfully grumpy. I wanted to introduce her, but forgot her name entirely. So, I nervously asked her if she'd a nickname, which merely earned me a deep glare. This somehow helped me figure out the dream state. "I know", I said, "I'll just call you [my Dream Guide], 'E' then." The girl rolled her eyes and ignored me. Somehow, I feel I shoulda known that from the beginning.

Then, a young female voice calls from upstairs. Oh, yeah, the photo album. Maybe there's something important worth looking at there. I creeped away from the other two. When I looked back, they were gone. That's weird... Oh, well. I was making my way upstairs, when the scenery began fading. Tried rubbing my hands, but that did little. The dream ended abruptly.

Dream 3 - Reach In and Out

The visuals were pretty clear. I was back at my old job at the gas station, this time appearing more or less as in reality. Johanna and Michael working behind the registers and cooking area, respectively. I gained awareness almost instantly.

First, I strolled around to thoroughly look at things. Seemed my co-workers were frustrated, so I just left them be. I took notice of the roller grill, which was placed where the hot drinks would be. Anyway, there were two sets of hot dogs in place, one pinkish, and the other deep red. I horked down the former kind. Needed salt. That's a first. The second type was a little spicier, but still kinda bland. Both types vanished with but a few bites.

Next, I moved on to bringing E by grasping behind me and calling out to her. I made numerous attempts in different parts of the store without results. I took a peak outside, where I saw a clear dawn. Noticed a line was forming, where I found a tall Asian lady that seemed an older version of the DC in the above dream. Where I should've identified her as my guide, I instead continued that previous hand trick. I felt something momentarily, but found nothing when I turned around.

Concurrently, I recalled the pocket task. I reached inside with my left, and felt something thin and flimsy. I pulled it out, and yep, it was a stick of gum, the wrapping quite worn out. So, I unwrapped and chewed it, this being of the stronger mint variety. Just then, some other random food item got stuck in between. This distracted me enough to destabilize the environment. I tried hand rubbing, but the dream ended abruptly.

Created Friday 16 September 2016

One WILD and a DIELD/false awakening chain to note. Past that, and a non-lucid false awakening in between, I don't recall any other dreams, but who's complaining?

Dream 1 - Start Your Dreams With Minecraft... Or Not

A familiar dizzying sensation marked a successful WILD.

Made a quick call to my dream guide, E, but after half a minute, she wouldn't answer. Had to keep things moving without her.

I decided to transition via phasing. So, I floated up, then landed face-first on the white-covered mattress. There was resistance, but eventually, I went through.

Found myself floating in a blue-tinted wormhole. Oh, haven't seen this in a while. I muttered "deeper" to keep stable. After an exhilarating minute or so, I'm dropped off into a clear blue dawn sky. A look down revealed a hilled forest with the blocky textures of Minecraft. Eh, been there, done that. I flew around to wait out this environment. The visuals got crisper and brighter by the second.

Then, the dream just collapsed.

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False awakening in the master bedroom. My young niece, Iris, and my brother, Marcel, are nearby. The baby, as babies would do, dropped her sippy cup of milk on the pile of covers on the floor, making a damp mess.

Dream 2 - Silly Little DIELD and False Awakening Cycle

Scene 1 - Chasing Wildlife
That dizzying sensation again. Yup, dreaming.

As before, I phased through the matress, noticing that I actually shrunk down to microscopic size as I did, and went back into the portal. While there, I called E, who again didn't answer. I asked for her to leave an obvious sign of her presence somewhere if she'll turn up later.

I landed within a coniferous forest. I was skeptical, but a closer look showed much better visuals, real life textures blended almost unrecognizeably with 3D computer graphics in between. Much better.

Floated around joyously for a while between some hedges and bushes. Eventually, I encounter various wild animals bunched up in a clearing. Some deer, a cougar, a couple of boars, and a bear or two. Got curious why they'd gather up like that, but decided it would be more fun to just chase them around. I flew at them, causing them to scurry away with a few stock growls and whimpers. So, I landed, and dashed at blurring speeds after the cougar and a few deer, going fast enough to not tell if I'd warped time or not. The visuals blurred up in between, during which I rubbed my hands to keep things stable.

Then, I stopped, and remembered the tail TOTM, but something distracted me. Ahead of me was a log cabin made of dark wood. I rubbed my hands in anticipation, not knowing what to expect. Things got brighter and more scenic. But, things just sort of fizzled away...

Scene 2 - Egg TOTM - Take 1
False awakining in bed. I regained awareness in a moment's time, confirmed once I was able to see through my room past my dark grey covers.

As before, I flew around and tried to shrink and phase through something, the white ceiling this time. As I did, I remembered the egg TOTM. Thought it best to sound some appropriate music for the task. I chose track 6 from Dyna Brothers, which played almost instantly on its own. Anyway, an opaque, spherical white space soon wraps around me. Once I noticed, the area is filled up with tranparent, bubbly liquid. This must be it. I tried to both chop down and telekinetically smash the boundaries, but nothing seemed to happen.

Cue an unknowing transition.

Scene 3 - That's A Fancy New Room I've Got...
A series of non-lucid false awakenings. Each time, I'd wake up in a heavily altered version of my bedroom, complete with a hallway and its own bathroom. Some of my siblings and perhaps even my niece and nephew show up, the former speaking of some real life concerns.

Scene 4 - Getting Anchored in Bed Again
Another series of false awakenings from which I gained awareness. I repeatedly try floating and phasing into another place, only to end up back in bed. Each time, I'd try an alternate approach, such as using different walls or theme songs. One of these transitions are eventually successful.

Scene 5 - Egg TOTM - Take 2
The visuals were slightly blurred. I was levitating over a river surround by forestry, all under a cloudy blue sky. Wasn't aware at first, until some whimsical Disney-esque music sounding in the background granted as much.

As I gazed down, I noticed a pile of round, leathery eggs in the water. Oh, right, the egg TOTM. This gave me an idea. I floated down, and found that I was only centimeters tall. Just as well. I tried individually swimming and phasing through several of them, but couldn't. The music "Mickey Moused" to tease at my unsuccessful attempts.

At a glance, I then found an even bigger, grander egg, this one uniquely covered in large, golden ridges. Oh, that's perfect! I launched myself towards there, and instantly found myself encased in a yellow-white enclosure. Things got a bit blurred, making me doubtful. Either way, I chopped the casing, which immediately cracked. Water and bright light filled the space. I "white out" for a moment.

When I come to, I'm floating down the surface of the river. Thought I screwed up for a second. When the visuals cleared up, I found a huge glop of egg whites and and a large, undisturbed yolk floating beside me. Heh, guess I got it after all.

Another unwitting transition.

Scene 6 - Time To Wrap Things Up
False awakening in that aforementioned false room. I get up and float through the hallway, and up and over Marcel and Iris, who were in the area. As I land, I start cackling about the dreams I just had, and couldnt' wait to write them down. That's when I realized the dream wasn't quite over yet. As much as I hated to do so, I intentionally woke up to keep memory of the experience.

Created Sunday 14 August 2016

Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 16

There's about four dreams I remembered today, one DILD very early on, and three NLD later in my sleep. Most of said NLDs are scraps at this point.

Dream 1 - Mystic Skirmish

Only remember the end. The visuals were a bit blurred. I was wandering in a fog-laden deciduous forest. Some forgotten event sparked lucidity minutes beforehand.

At one point, I start powering up DBZ-style, surrounding myself in a golden aura. Such energy allowed me to fly through the area with ease. Soon, I encounter a floating figure glowing with a similar halo, only blue. A member of Team Mystic, no doubt. This was a lady with dark, straight hair, and dressed in a ruffled, white and blue-lined ball gown. Furthermore, her eyes were obscured, whether by bangs or some other means. At the time, I remembered exactly who she was, but such knowledge has faded from memory...

We exchange some threatening remarks (more like ribbing, actually), and then engage in battle mid-air. Amusingly, all of our attacks mirrored each other, repelling us both away on each blow. On the third strike, we clash with a (literal) flying knee. We get locked in a sort of pushing match. Eventually, we extend into a full kick, the force of which blasts us hundreds, if not thousands, of yards away in opposite directions, well past eyeshot.

So, afterwards, I fall face-first on bare dirt. As I dust myself off, I start thinking of all the points I've racked up in this dream. Seems I had the funny idea that I've got some TOTMs done, but whether that was forgotten or just a false memory is difficult to say at the moment.

I awaken immediately afterwards. I'd doubts of my experience, but a quick (unwitting) DIELD allowed me to relive, and thus, reconfirm, pretty much all of what occurred.

Unintended WBTB turns into several hours without sleep. WILD attempts unsuccessful.

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In a park with my brother, Gregory, my niece, Annette, and my nephew, Milo. I tell Milo a (false-memory) story of my getting swept backwards up a slide, this somehow caused by a storm. Gregory is certain I'd actually gone downwards.

False awakening in an unknown bedroom within an apartment. Mom and Gregory are around. I feel terribly ill, and rush to the unlit bathroom. Nausea ensues. Mom barges in, and complains of the mess I was making, though she did admit Gregory had it way worse when he was afflicted with this illness. I yelled at her to leave. When I turn on the light, I find the area's much bigger, and there were also numerous other toilets around. A sizeable group of people enter. I'm completely exposed to them all. So embarrassing. A boy points and laughs, and his mother tells him to hush up. I wonder why there weren't at least some partitions around. This may have linked to the next dream.

Dream 2 - Mutant Lizard Meat

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was scrounging around in the ruins of a downtown area. Clearly, a post-apocalyptic scene. Two other companions were with me, one an unknown dark haired woman, and the other a familiar acquaintance, if not one of my brothers.

All of us were hungry. In fact, we were literally reduced to eating crow, which we lured with rotted meat and killed with pointed sticks. I roast and eat one of such birds, which tasted like stale, unseasoned chicken. A while later, I get a bad stomach ache, though it passes. The woman, after doing the same, wasn't as fortunate. She complains of terrible pains behind her eyes and in her tongue. I asked if she'd cooked it properly. That's when she reveals it wasn't the crow causing this. Instead, it was meat from some (mentioned, but not seen) bipedal lizard-monster we'd killed at an earlier date that infected her. Figured this was merely curiosity on her part; our group wasn't THAT desperate. The woman's eyes start bulging up to inhuman degrees, and she claimed her tongue was growing far out of proportion. She must have been mutating.

Suddenly, a distant thundering shakes the ground. A glance at remote skyscrapers revealed the silhouette of a massive reptilian creature. Right, as if things needed to get more interesting...

Not much else happened until the dream ended.

Tired enough to go for an afternoon nap, but still couldn't sleep despite my exhaustion. Rats.

Created Saturday 13 August 2016

Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 15

Like yesterday, I'd two LDs occurring in the beginning and end of my sleep, respectively, only both were DILDs this time. There were numerous other dreams in between, but I've forgotten almost everything about them entirely by now.

Dream 1 - Not the Opponent I Was Looking For...

Only recall the end. The visuals were dim. I was on a tiled, fluorescent blue plane. This, I knew, was a live-action game of Duelyst. My opponent of forgotten description stood several paces away, and next to them was a Blaze Hound I controlled.

Eventually, I noticed the opponent was named Champa. I quickly remembered that name from DreamViews, and with that, gained lucidity. Figured he wasn't part of any team in the dream competition. Pity, but oh well. I buffed up my minion with a Scion's Second Wish, and had it attack for... decent damage.

The alarm immediately wakes me up afterwards.

Stayed up longer than I'd liked. WBTB. Intended for SSILD, but I fell asleep.

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Vaguely recalled hanging out with a few friends.

Another WBTB. Made an SSILD attempt, but this kept me up for a long time. Switched to WILD attempt. Fell asleep, but I got a DILD.


Dream 2 - Summer Lucid Competition - Day 15

Scene 1 - Thank's For the Head's Up, Tornado
The visuals were clear. I falsly awaken in bed, upset that I stayed up for too long without much results.

I get up, and look out the window, completely ignorant of the bare grassfield replacing my neighbors' homes. Instead, I took notice of some dire, pitch black storm clouds in the distance of an otherwise clear blue sky. These swirled around into a funnel. Oh, crap, a tornado! I could scarcely believe it. Actually, this all seemed very familiar... didn't I dream of such things before? As a reflex, I did a breath obstruction test, and, yep, I figured out I was indeed dreaming.

As I looked on, I had the urge to be in the skies. But then, I felt myself stirring in bed. Woulda lost my cool, had I not repeated "deeper" to keep stable. The visuals collapsed. I continued the mantra, until I'm transitioned.

Scene 2 - Open Fire!
The visuals were clear. I was flying high above in a cloudy blue sky. Yes, just as I wanted!

Of course, I flew around carelessly to the breeze for a while. This made me realize I've not flown very fast before. So, after winding back, I launched myself forward at turbulent speeds, seeing the clouds zoom past me in tunnel vision. Got a bit dizzying, so I slowed a little.

Just recalled the airplane TOTM. I looked around for such, and hoped they'd show up from nowhere. And, just like that, I heard, and from my peripheral vision, saw, several combat jets flying overhead. But, I also heard machine guns firing, and was forced into evasive maneuvers. As I pressed onwards, some silvery, disk-nosed, Star Wars-esque fighter came in view, hovering in reverse at my pace. It fires a barrage of energy beams at me, each way off the mark. I flew over the cockpit. Through a shaded dome, I see the pilot, a man in an orange jumpsuit and modern day flight helmet (complete with visors and breathing apparatus). I pointed my hands at the guy to zap him. The pilot, in turn, frantically hits some dials, and in an instant, the craft flies away at warp speed.

I soon arrive over a wide, triangular metal platform, part of either a very tall or floating structure. Just then, numerous automated cannons pop up from hidden openings. A few bombard explosives at my direction, while several others start chargin their lasers. So, I sweep both my hands towards them, and from my palms emanates a volley of bullets to the distinct humming of machine guns. This stops the turrets' attack. I dive down in a dramatic three point landing, and, on cue, the cannons are blown to pieces. Furthermore, Scramble for the Core from Sonic Adventure 2 begins playing in the background. What an entrance!

While strutting along, a few more cannons arise. I shoot a few down, when I get concerned on whether guns would count for points. So, with a specific gesture, I fired brilliant blue sparks in a wide area*, which instantly disintegrated any baddies it touched.

Just then, I start losing grasp of the dream. I mutter my mantras, but to no avail. Time's up.

*Looked and sounded almost exactly like the second attack in this video