lucid

Longest LD I've had yet, lucid for about an hour real time, felt more like three in dream time.

So I'm riding an ATV in the arctic on snow packed so hard its basically ice. The further I ride, the rougher the terrain gets, climbing small hills and jumping crevasses. Eventually my ATV gets stuck in a small crevasse. I climb out and work my way up a ridge. When I get to the top the ground stops in front of me and clouds stretch out as far as I can see. Just barely poking through the cloud cover are flat topped pillars of ice about 6-ft in radius. These pillars are constantly moving from side to side, ascending and descending as they go. I decide to jump on one and ride it as it goes down. I descend through the cloud cover and break through the other side to see a city sprawling out before me. The pillar I'm riding on starts to topple over, so I jump to another. Then another, and another, until I'm close to the ground. On my last jump I slip, falling about 30 feet into a snow berm below.

I wake up in a hospital on the outskirts of the city. Winter has thawed, all traces of the ice are gone, leaving behind only green grass and a rocky mountain in the distance. The hospital staff tells me I have been in a coma, and when I look in the mirror I look about 30 years older. I start freaking out, and decide to perform an RC. Sure enough, I'm dreaming and lucidity begins.

I don't have time to dwell on this though as my subconscious has turned on me and the DC's are now chasing me and attacking me. Still lucid, I start using my superpowers against them. Though it doesn't work every time, my telekinesis is stronger than its ever been. I'm able to lift DC's with ease, moving them around in the air, force pushing them into into each other and clear over buildings. Attempts at conjuring prove unsuccessful, except for the fire bomb I produced at one DC, setting him ablaze, then telekinetically slamming him into another DC. With more and more chasing after me I try to fly away. The first few attempts are unsuccessful, but once I get into the air I swim around with ease.

The dream calms down here as I'm swimming through the air. I sporadically perform RC's to keep myself lucid, but don't really take advantage of my lucidity. Instead, I spend the rest of the time exploring the surreal world I was in.

Two LD's tonight.

The first was towards the end of a long NLD. I was driving in traffic in my golf cart making a left turn at an intersection when someone crashed into me. It flung me to the ground and laying next to me was my dad in the middle of a pile of cardboard boxes saying something to me in a mumbled voice. At this point I'm thinking this doesn't make sense, so I performed an RC and became lucid. I used voice commands and anchored myself quite well. I would continue to do this a few times throughout the dreams. I don't remember too much of this one because I was too tired to actually wake up and write it down when I woke up. Next thing I remember I'm in an office building walking through hallways, still lucid. I started talking to a DC and they told me there was something wrong with my lip. I went looking for a mirror. At first I looked at my reflection in a window and saw that my upper lip was swollen and would occasionally start bleeding, gross. Then I thought, "well the TOTM is for looking in a mirror, not a window, maybe this doesn't count." So I went looking for a mirror. I came across a kitchen that a had a mirror for a backsplash. I thought about jumping over the counter to get to it, but I ended up walking around to an opening. Unfortunately when I got up close the mirror had disappeared. To fix this, I thought to myself "when I turn around there will be a hand mirror on the counter." I turned around and there was a shiny pizza cutter. Close enough I suppose. I looked into it and my lip was back to normal so I made my pupils dilate really big and shrink really small instead. I woke up after this.

I immediately went back to sleep, and fell into a dream where I was outside trying to write down my previous LD in an old algebra notebook. Two people that went to my high school that I haven't seen in years were also there, discussing old school subjects with me. I thought "Why the hell am I talking to these two, I haven't seen them in forever." Performed an RC to confirm my suspicions and became lucid. I was mentally teleported back to the office building from my last dream. I walked into a conference room were people were sitting at an oval shaped table passing joints around. I sat down, but they were smoked down to roaches before they got passed to me. The DC's looked bummed out because they ran out, but I thought "no problem, I'm dreaming, I can fix this." I concentrated very hard on the roach the DC across from me was holding. A long line of brown tobacco grew out from the tip. I concentrated a little harder and the tobacco gradually turned into bright green bud. I managed to conjure green leaves around the bud, held out my hands in a rolling motion, and strained very hard to wrap the leaves around it. I then dried out the leaves with my mind until they turned brown, and we had ourselves a brand new blunt. This time I did get to smoke it. I took a few puffs, breathed deep into my lungs, and exhaled, though not nearly as much smoke came out as there should have been. To my delight I actually got pretty high. Next thing I know those DC's and I were driving down the road, still baked. We stopped at a store, and I was talking to the DC running it when I got a biley taste in my mouth. I thought about waking up to check it out, but decided my time was better spent trying to parasail for the TOTM. I asked the DC if they had parasailng here, and she said yes, it's right out back. I walked to the beach, and was helped into lots of ill fitting safety equipment. The problem was the DC's were so lazy and took so long getting everything set up, that I started getting annoyed and telling them "this is a dream, I don't need any of this crap, just give me a rope and let's go!". This frustrated me so much it actually kicked me out of my dream.

I have to stop going to bed so late. I had a lucid last night and almost forgot it.

Anyway, my recall is a little fuzzy, but I remember at some point performing a breathing RC to start my lucidity. I used voice comands for "clarity" and "stabalize". I'm not sure if clarity worked, but stabalize did. I then grabbed on to something and told myself "this dream won't end until I want it to end." I remember trying to float, and failing. So I then tried to fly. I ran, jumped, flapped my arms once and took off a little, but soon came crashing back to the ground. I then told myself "this is a dream, I can fly just fine". I ran, jumped and took of this time, flapping my arms to rise, then gliding, diving, and pulling up like a falcoln. Thats all I can remember.

Fair warning, this dream is a little graphic. If you are squeamish and have an active imagination, you probably shouldn't read it.

Anyway, this is my first LD since joining dream views, and I actually almost forgot it, but luckily I remembered it on my way to work once I woke up all the way. I started off in my workplace wondering if I was in a dream. I thought to myself "No, of course this is real. But I guess I'll do a RC anyway." I pinched my nose shut, closed my mouth, and breathed in deeply. To my surprise, though, I could breathe! I found myself ecstatic, but quickly subdued this feeling and tried to calm down. I looked down at my hands, but not for nearly long enough. When I looked up I was overcome with an urge to leave the building, thinking that staying in a familiar place would make me lose lucidity (I think "Inception" may have been coloring my opinion here). The problem is, I was so worried about getting out the door that I didn't stop to think what would be on the other side. As it turns out, it would end up being a doorway out of lucidity. Normally this would be disappointing, but my subconscious saved me and placed me into a scenario that I was planning on LDing about, a scenario that was actually improved by me not knowing that it wasn't real. It placed me into a full blown zombie apocalypse.

The doorway teleported me into a school gymnasium. People were huddled on the bleachers and crowding the hardwood court, they seemed scared and shaken. A voice came over the intercom. It said that several riots had broken out around town due to a sudden outbreak of what appeared to be rabies. The voice advised the crowd to stay calm, stay in the building, and wait for the police to sort out the situation. I turned to the DC I was with and we exchanged a look of skepticism. We knew better. We knew that someone in the gym was probably bitten, and it was only a matter of time before they turned. The packed gymnasium was just a bloodbath waiting to happen. We opened up the equipment closet and each grabbed a baseball bat, then headed out of the building towards the parking lot. If our suspicions were right, the bats would come in handy.

Once in the parking lot, we headed towards the DC's SUV. As we got closer I noticed his rear window hatch was open, but other than that everything seemed normal. I climbed in the passenger seat while he started the car, and soon enough we were on our way down the road. As we drove I got my first view of the creatures. Their skin was mottled and gray, hair falling out in patches, shambling aimlessly. As we passed by their heads turned to us and they started to head towards our car. Suddenly, we swerved out of the way of a small group feeding on a corpse in the middle of the road. The quick jerk startled me so much that I almost did not notice the cold dead hand that grabbed my shoulder.

A zombie had crawled in through the open hatch and was attempting to bite the driver. The only thing saving the DC from sure death was the head rest between his neck and the snapping jaws of the undead monstrosity. I tried swinging my baseball bat at the creature, but there was not enough room to muster a swing powerful enough to destroy its brain. The DC yanked his emergency brake and shouted out "Grab the shotgun in the back seat!" I shoved the zombie aside, reached back, and grabbed the shotgun laying across the floor. As I pumped a round into the chamber the zombie turned its attention towards me. I tried to aim, but there was not enough room to shoulder the gun. Quickly compensating, I pressed the butt of the gun firmly against the passenger door. I leveled the barrel at the zombie's head and went to pull the trigger, but at the last moment its undead arm crashed down on the gun and pushed it out of the way. The shot exploded forward, impacting its right shoulder, blowing off chunks of rotten flesh and bone. With its arm now dangling at its side, the creature fell backwards into the door. Before it could recover I pumped a fresh round into the chamber, ejecting a spent shell onto the dashboard. Once again, I took aim at its head as it started towards me and pulled the trigger. This time the shot found its mark. The zombies head exploded with violent force, spraying grey matter and blood all over the rear window.

It was a close call, but my first tango with the undead had resulted in success. At this point, the DC handed me a revolver and told me to close the rear window. I clambered back over the seats and found two zombies shambling towards us on the road. I leveled the revolver at the firsts head and squeezed the trigger, its neck jerked back as it fell to the ground. I cocked the hammer back, aimed at the second, and it fell like the first as we pulled away. I put my head out the window and reached to pull it closed when I noticed a third zombie (missing its legs with its entrails hanging out the back) clinging to the bumper. A swift jab with the baseball bat knocked it loose, screaming at us as we drove away.

A short way down the road our SUV started to sputter and slowed to a halt. We were out of gas. The dream jump cuts to a different scene here. Me and the DC had joined another small group of survivors, three I think, and we were driving in a van. Down the road, we passed by an elementary school bus pulled over on the side of the road. There were children inside, but none were left alive. Some were slumped against the bloodied windows, their pulses long since gone. Others were clawing to get out, there mouths bloodied and agape.

We soon turned off onto a dirt road surrounded by foliage. Further down this road, we approached a pile of leaves blocking our approach. When the van plowed through it, we suddenly lurched forward and slammed to a halt. The leaves were concealing a massive pot hole that the van was now half submerged in. I tucked the revolver into my waistband, shouldered the shotgun, and our group stepped out of the van. As we examined the damage done, I heard a rustling in the bushes behind us. A figure emerged from the foliage and I leveled my shotgun at it. I quickly took notice that it wasn't like the other creatures. Its body was devoid of hair, its face misshapen and lopsided (It very closely resembled Sloth from the Goonies), but most importantly it wasn't attacking us. Without warning, it shouted out "Now!", and many more popped out of the bushes to surround us. Two were armed with rifles, the rest with makeshift spears and melee weapons. I dropped my shotgun to the ground and our group surrendered to these hideous creatures.

We were marched in a single file line to the edge of a quarry. Inside I could see regular humans in shackles swinging pickaxes at block of white rock, with more creatures armed with spears keeping close watch. We soon found out that these creatures were actually infected humans, but discovered that drinking pepto bismol kept them from turning (oh, dream logic. you crack me up). The then told us that we were now their slaves, and we would be put to work mining bismuth (the active ingredient in pepto bismol) in order to keep them alive. This didn't sit well with me, however, so I pulled out the revolver still tucked into my waistband and put two rounds each into the rifle bearing guards. My group made a break for a nearby river, as I covered our retreat, brandishing my now empty revolver at the poorly armed creatures. They did not give chase.

I was the last to jump in the river and experienced another jump in time. We washed up on a boat ramp downriver in an industrial park. As we clambered onto the dock, we saw a warehouse with two zombies standing out front. One of the dream characters grabbed a rebar club (a loose piece of concrete with a rebar steel rod hanging out) and approached one of the zombies. He swung the club at its legs like a warhammer, sending the zombie to the ground, then lifted the club over his head and brought it crashing down, crushing the zombies skull with a satisfying crunch. I bum rushed the other zombie and shouldered into it, also knocking it to the ground. I proceeded to curb stomp its head over and over until there was nothing left but a flat mash of bone, blood, and brains.

We entered the warehouse to find a machine shop devoid of life, undead or otherwise. I began scavenging for weapons and the rest of the DC's followed suit. I managed to find two crowbars, and fastened some sharp pieces of metal to broom handles to make spears. A few minutes passed and our group was well armed, just in time to see a zombie horde approaching our warehouse. We readied our weapons and opened the bay door to meet our attackers, but as the dying light of sunset entered the building....


I unfortunately woke up. What a shame, it would've been an epic battle. Still though, this was a great first lucid experience and I'm glad I could share it.