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    Short Stories with Tragic Endings

    Lucid Dreams: 6
    ---- WILD: 0
    ---- MILD: 2
    ---- EILD: 0
    ---- DILD: 4
    ---- DEILD: 0

    False Awakening

    Dream Goals:
    - Have a lucid dream
    - Successfully try each induction method - ( WILD MILD EILD DILD DEILD WBTB CAT )
    - Reach full-blown Sleep Paralysis
    - Have a frightening Sleep Paralysis experience
    - Successfully WILD ( STB WBTB Nap)
    - Go on a date with my crush
    - Dance with my crush
    - Test my tuning fork as a totem
    - "The Fantasy Game" From "Ender's Game"
    - The war game from "Ender's Game"
    - Play in a rock band
    - Kill Freddy Kruger
    - Dilate dream time
    - Summon a familiar
    - Okami
    - Nightshade / Shinobi
    - Test the validity of shared dreaming
    - Fight a 1vs100
    - Dogfight in an F/A-18
    - Kingdom Hearts
    - Final Fantasy X
    - Inception
    - Hack a major system
    - Go on a rescue mission
    - Design a city

    1. 2011-03-27 | mild

      by , 03-31-2011 at 03:01 AM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      Again, I wake up from a dream I do not recall and decide to MILD

      I am walking through an alley of a town and it is dark. It gets light and for some reason
      I do a reality check. My finger goes through my palm and I am surprised. It is now daylight
      and I know I am dreaming. I get out my phone and, unlike most of my dreams, it works fine.
      Unfortunately, My crush's number is not in my contacts. It doesn't even cross my mind to
      enter it in manually as I am only partially lucid. I try the "open door" technique several times.
      The first time, it brings up someone completely different who attacks me. After fighting her
      off, I try again several times to no avail. The time is actually brings her into the dream, she
      is about six inches tall. I try a few other things all of which fail.
      The dream ends.
    2. 2011-03-26.3 | nonlucid

      by , 03-31-2011 at 02:54 AM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am at a building and I have just received a letter. It is a company offering me a job because
      they are so impressed with my piece, "Dance of Dreams". I am excited. I walk out of the building
      into a grassy area and I find myself in a grocery store with my mom. I see my marching band
      director, Mr. Decker, and show him the letter. He says "Good job". Later, in the checkout, I show
      the letter to my mom. She is delighted. The checkout comes to $700. I then find myself in a dorm
      that is apparently for my high school even though it is not a boarding school. I am visiting. I walk
      down a hall to a place where a bunch of people are sitting I see one of my friends, standing, and
      I talk to him. I notice that sitting in the group of about six or seven people, is my crush. I say "hi"
      and awkwardly move to the end of the hallway where it turns right. At the end of the next hall there
      is an open door and I see another friend from high school. He says he has to get a shower but we
      should get lunch later. I agree, then go to the next room which is mine. I examine the letter again.
      It has a lot of information about my piece including the key which was listed as D ( it is really Eb )
      as well as the solfege progression, all in the some table. It had then turned to being a college
      asking me to transfer which I am quite disgusted by as I love Millersville and would not transfer. I
      decided I would turn them down.
      The dream ends.
    3. 2011-03-26.2f | nonlucid

      by , 03-31-2011 at 02:42 AM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      This dream is 3rd person camera view

      Edward Norton is being chased by cops for comitting murder or something. He is driving
      a red pickup truck. The cops finally pull him over and check his car. They find a gun. His
      grandmother comes out of a nearby house and claims he is innocent. A guy is after him for
      The dream ends.
    4. 2011-03-26 | mild

      by , 03-31-2011 at 02:38 AM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I wake up at about 4:00AM and decide to try MILDing. I say to myself that I want to
      have a lucid dream but I don't repeat it like a mantra. I think about what it feels like
      to be in a lucid dream and let my mind wander. I drift off and have this dream:

      I am in a store. My "family" is there with me and some other employees. The store
      is being watched by robbers or something and we are defending it. They have tapped
      into our security cameras to watch us and we know it. Our leader says "Don't move
      eradically or they will know we are aware of their tap. A guy moves and somethings
      happens with the camera but the robbers don't notice. "See?" the leader says. We
      get everything ready for the invasion then start jumping around to attract the robbers'
      attention. I wake up on the couch at home. I get up and have a feeling I am still dreaming
      I am also fearing that the robbers are coming. I have to go to the bathroom so I go to the
      one off from the kitchen. Afterward, before I leave, I decide to reality check. I stick my
      finger through my palm. At first, it won't go through. I try again for the hell of it. It works.
      I then look closer and find that it just went between my fingers. I try this several times and
      the same thing happens. I think "If it is a dream it is quite clear and vivid." I leave the bathroom
      with some sort of porcelain discus in my hand. My mom and dad are in the kitchen. I throw it
      and think about it coming back. I am almost making it do so. I do this several more times
      making my way to the adjacent dining room. My mom is beside me and my dad across the
      table. I turn to my mom and tell her I am dreaming. I would not have been able to do this
      otherwise. I give the discus and she tries.
      I then wake up for real.
    5. Programmer's Haven

      by , 03-26-2011 at 03:37 AM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      Here is where programmers interested in working on the Lucid
      dreaming game can come to chat about things that need to be
      done and share code that they have written for the project.

      If you are new to programming, don't fret. I will be giving a crash
      course in C ( Programming Tutorial )

      I will also use this page to keep track of the contributors to the
      programming aspect of this game. If you are on the team or
      are interested in joining, if I have missed you, please post here
      to have your name on the list.

      Current Programmers:
    6. Programming Tutorial

      by , 03-26-2011 at 03:34 AM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      This is where you will come to learn C for the programming team!
      The course is outlined as follows:
      Lesson 1: Introduction to Programming
      Lesson 2: Variables and expressions
      Lesson 3: Loops and conditionals
      Lesson 4: Functional Decomposition
      Lesson 5: User Input
      Lesson 6: Data Types
      Lesson 7: Arrays
      Lesson 8: Linked Lists
      Lesson 9: Stacks & Queues
      Lesson 10: Recursion
      Lesson 11: Vectors & Matrices
      Lesson 12: Introduction to Graphics with SDL
      Completed lessons
      Lessons in progress...
      Lessons not yet begun

      I will also most likely be creating some short little assignments for each section so check
      regularly. The first lesson will be posted when I have time.
      Thankyou for your interesting in the Lucid video game idea!
      Tags: programming
    7. 2011-03-17.2 | nonlucid

      by , 03-20-2011 at 05:02 AM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      My family and I are in a dark forest. We get to a gate and see two men there. They are extremely
      pale and are known as "The White Ones". They are part of a large cult or something and they are
      very mysterious. We go past the gate and get to a small building. There is a reception desk and two
      pale female workers. One is behind the desk and takes our information or something and the other
      is explaining something. She then has an aneurysm or something in the brain which causes her nose
      to bleed. There is a sense that it is serious, but she insists on going on with her duties. She guides us
      down a few hallways into back way that looks as if it is used primarily for storage. A friendly looking
      man, also very pale, comes up to speak with us. He is apparently the leader. He tells the girl to go
      get herself fixed up, that her health is more important. She leaves the building. Later, I am on a bus
      with over a dozen other "recruits". I have made friends with two of them and we are talking. There
      are two people on the bus that are sitting, surrounded by a glass box. The leader is sitting in the back
      of the bus talking to some of the recruits and I am in the front. Suddenly, the one friend says, "Looks
      like we've got another defector". I look back and see two more people in glass boxes that were not
      The dream ends.
    8. 2011-03-17 | nonlucid

      by , 03-20-2011 at 04:50 AM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am with my mom in a car. It seems to be a European car because the driver's seat is
      on the right. My mom is driving and I am sitting in the front passenger seat. We are
      driving through the woods and we come up to a get with security guards. They come
      up and she apparently has some sort of security clearance but she has to go park or
      something so I have to get out and go ahead. I have clearance by inheritance. The
      guards make me swear not to speak of this to anyone. I almost say "What if I just talk
      about it but no details?" but I decide I best not. The next thing I remember, I am sitting
      in the dining room of our house talking to my mom who is in the kitchen. She has
      oatmeal but is not satisfied with it or something. I say to put raisins in it. She says
      she had a bad experience with raisins ( a batch were bad or something ) and these
      are fine but shes still wary of them. My dad then walks in and starts complaining about
      work. He says how they don't clean the snow up well. He says that his boss is not
      focusing her priorities that she is focusing on the paper clutter on desks and not the
      The dream ends.
    9. 2011-03-15 | nonlucid

      by , 03-16-2011 at 04:09 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am in a house, no lights are on. I am with some friends and I have digital
      files for the PS2 game, Armored Core. I go downstairs and some friend, my
      brother and I are all playing Armored Core 4.The friend had deletes my data
      or mods or whatever I have to sabotage me but I had them on a flash drive so
      I still have them. My dad then walks in and says something I don't remember.
      We then start watching a movie. After a while, the dream changes to more of
      a half-lit rec-room scene. There are three people now, the friend, my brother
      and someone else. They are wearing black suits with leis. I am looking at the
      friend and it is almost like a character select in a game. His head, hands, and
      feet have PlayStation buttons superimposed over them like I am selecting
      button assignments. A short while later,
      the dream ends.
    10. 2011-03-14.2 | nonlucid

      by , 03-16-2011 at 03:42 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am in a dark cave-like building with my brother. I am fighting him with
      weapons from the PSX game, Ape Escape. We each have something like
      five lives and I beat him the first time with the stun club but he gets me
      down to one life. I then kill him again after he respawns so he now has
      four. After he respawns I think, "damn, I should have used the time net,
      he's going to kill me now." Sure enough, he kills me with his stun club.
      Later, I am looking at a vending machine trying to figure out what to get.

      The dream ends.
    11. 2011-03-14 | nonlucid

      by , 03-16-2011 at 03:35 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am at a sort of indoor pool area with a bunch of people from my high school.
      It is dark. I am walking around talking to a few friends and a few other people
      are swimming in the pool. My crush is there as well and I say hi. She replies with
      a half-hearted smile and walks over to a group of her friends. I talk with a few
      of my friends for a while longer. I don't remember who. I then see her sitting on
      some steps outside with two of her friends. I go over and talk to her. She sort of
      blows me off and I go back inside. I see one of my other friends but I forget what
      she was doing.
      The dream ends.
    12. 2011-03-13.2 | nonlucid

      by , 03-14-2011 at 08:17 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am at some music competition. I am walking out and the building looks quite
      Similar to Byerly, a building on my college's campus. I call my mom to pick me
      up. She asks how it was and I tell her it was great and she should come sometime.
      I get home and decide to go back with some fruit. Why? I do not know. I find a
      basket in my room and start looking for fruit. There are many apples on my
      dresser but most of them are partially eaten and rotting. I find several good ones
      though, and drop them in the basket. I leave my house and walk down my street.
      Somewhere along the line, I end up back on the walkway beside Byerly an hour
      and a half away on Millersville campus.
      The dream ends.
    13. 2011-03-13 | nonlucid

      by , 03-14-2011 at 02:14 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am in a sort of culdesac neighborhood. I am walking down the street and I see a house with three
      posts in their yard. I go over to them and for some reason decide to take them out of the ground and
      move them. I move each one over a few feet to a patch of mulch. I then walk away fearing that I will
      be seen. I walk up the street a bit then back. I glance over at the house and I notice three people
      sitting on the front porch. Had they been there all along? It is a father and two sons. I see them get
      up and decide it would be best to get out of the culdesac. The father goes across the street to a white
      house and then tells the sons to go after me. I run down the road and, as if there is some sort of
      game screen change, I am in an alleyway of a large town. The streets are thin and surrounded by
      ten foot brick walls on either side. The sun casts a golden light on the whole town. I run through a
      labyrinth of 6-foot side-streets joined by a 15-foot road. It is very complex and confusing but somehow
      I know exactly where to go. I come out onto an intersection of two major roads. I forget about the boys
      chasing me and remember I have to go to class. I see a friend from college and she asks me what time
      it is. I reach in my pocket but my phone is not there. I can feel it under a few layers of clothing though.
      I realize that I'm wearing two pairs of shorts and I reach into the pocket of the shorts underneath and
      pull out my phone. She says "What would you do if you had lost it?". I say that I would have to look for
      it. "How long would that take? 12 minutes?". I say "More like 21". I flip it open and find it is dead. I look
      at the top and it still has the date and time and such in faded gradient and glitchy white text. I put my
      phone away and just say its dead. The next thing I know I am in the room where the "class" is. It is like
      one of those little pre-school rooms. I am in one corner of the room talking to another friend from
      college when the teacher calls us over to the table. I sit down, my back to the wall closest to the door.
      I realize I do not have my bookbag. I hope the teacher doesn't ask for homework. I am sitting next to
      another student who doesn't have his either. The teacher turns our attention to the center of the table.
      There is a cup of what looks like some sort of salsa. It doesn't have much sauce though. Mostly solid
      ingredients. It is somewhat pink in color and looks slightly watery. A girl at the far right end of the table
      gets excited. She knows what it is and loves it. She says a name for it over and over again but I forget
      what it is. It is in some other language and I think it began with an 'M'. Anyway we take out pieces of
      bread and dip it in the "salsa". The girl keeps going on about how sweet it tastes. It doesn't taste like
      anything to me. It is really quite bland. The teacher then tells a story about some tragic event and the
      girl tells a similar story from her own experience.
      I think there was another part to this dream after the
      "class" but I don't remember.
    14. Old-06 | nonlucid

      by , 03-13-2011 at 01:53 AM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am at some sort of massive school. I outside and there are about twenty other people my age.
      There is a massive wooden playground set that is about the size of a million-dollar house. The
      playground set is a complex mesh of wooden beams and platforms. Somewhere in this massive
      structure, there is some sort of amethyst stone about half an inch in diameter. The stone apparently
      gives the holder supernatural abilities. I and the other twenty people begin searching for it. It is
      a race. Everyone wants it. I start searching through the huge maze of wooden boards. I get up high
      in the structure and finally see the stone resting on one of the far out beams behind a web of trusses.
      I carefully climb out onto the wooden beam. I manage to grab the stone. Immediately, I fly off faster
      than I have ever gone in a dream. I touch down by a fence away from the play ground. The others,
      realizing I had found the stone, start chasing me. I float there and fight a couple of them off telekinetically.

      At this point, the dream ends.
    15. 2011-03-11f | nonlucid

      by , 03-12-2011 at 08:57 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am at an indoor stadium very similar to a gym but it is apparently for football. I talk to a friend of mine
      from college who is getting ready to play and I am at the game to watch him. He doesn't play football in
      waking life. I look for a seat and see an empty section in the middle of the stands. I run into some "friends"
      that I don't know and they ask if they can sit with me. I agree and we go up into the empty section and sit
      down. The dream continues along some other line but I do not remember.
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