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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

    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. 2011-03-10F | nonlucid

      by , 03-12-2011 at 08:52 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am at my college but the campus is not even close to the real one. I am walking around and
      eventually find myself at the entrance to a stadium on the edge of campus. I see a person who
      tells me that I missed a concert for an ensemble that I am in. I walk around a bit more and find
      myself back at the stadium where the person tells me I am missing the university choir concert.
      I am unable to get there but a short while later everyone gets back. I see a girl from college who
      is in choir walking back and then I see Dr. Boyle ( The choir director ). I expect him to angry but
      he doesn't seem to notice me or say anything. I walk around campus a bit more but I can't
      remember what I did next.

      Updated 03-12-2011 at 08:57 PM by 41067

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    2. 2011-03-08 | dild

      by , 03-09-2011 at 05:09 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am sitting at my desk at college. I am extremely tired and don't feel well at all. Probably
      because I got up at 5AM the previous morning and didn't go to bed until midnight for the
      purpose of WILD. For some reason I decide to do a reality check. To my astonishment, my
      finger goes through my palm! I am lucid but I think I am in my dorm, which is not true, I am
      actually at home.I get up and instantly feel much better and more awake. I decide to call my
      crush, as a dream character, so I get out my phone. I flip it open and the screen is black. I
      realize it is because electronics just don't work the same way in dreams so instead of pulling
      up my contacts list, I just dial her number manually. The numbers appear in white on the black
      screen as I enter them in. At first, I enter my number. I realize it and clear it out and enter her's.
      The phone rings and someone answers but it is not her. I decide to try the method where you
      call out for the person. Again, someone answers but it is not her. Apparently there is someone
      else in the hall that has the same name. It is some random girl that I do not know.
      I then wake
      up. I am still in my dorm sitting in my chair I reality check again and find I am still
      dreaming! I try again to no avail. I walk out of my dorm and go outside where there
      is a playground. Obviously, there wouldn't be a playground on a college campus but
      this is a dream so whatever. I start climbing around on stuff and eventually think of
      the time its 9:45 "crap I'm missing English". I am probably a little less lucid at this
      point. I get up on some monkey bars and I start to notice the dream fading. I try to
      stabilize it by rubbing my hands together it works. A guy about my age appears
      beside me and says "Why won't you wake up? You need to wake up." I decide to let
      it happen
      and I wake up in my dorm again. I look at the clock. 2:30. "Crap, I missed
      a lot of classes." I realize it's futile to try to do anything about it but then realize,
      it's spring break. I don't have classes. I am still quite tired but I get up. My roommate
      comes in and says something about me joining his family for dinner. I start to think
      about getting ready for that when
      I truly wake up.

      Updated 03-09-2011 at 05:11 PM by 41067

      Categories
      lucid , false awakening
    3. 2011-03-07.2f | nonlucid

      by , 03-08-2011 at 07:34 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am sitting in my college's band/choir/orchestra room and I am with a bunch of people
      from my high school. We are singing some song and we are not singing badly but we are
      not singing well either. I remember everything my choir director has taught us and instantly
      fix my singing. I feel good about it
      and the dream ends.
    4. 2011-03-07 | nonlucid

      by , 03-08-2011 at 07:31 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am at some sort of public pool. The ground around is is golden brick and there are places where
      it goes back into an alley and the ground is grass instead of brick. My brother is there as well as a
      few people I don't know but are my "friends". I walk around for a while and do a few things I don't
      remember but then I go to the far alley where the ground is full of lush green grass. At the end of
      this alley, there is a pine tree. I look at the tree and try to figure out what I'm supposed to do with
      it. I try a few things but then go back to the pool. I go to the edge of the pool closest to the entrance
      and look through a pile of clothes for a swim-suit. I find a grey one but then walk back over to the
      alleyway. My brother goes over with me this time and we're both trying to figure it out. Suddenly, he
      pulls out a chainsaw and starts attacking me with it like Doom. It is almost like in a game. My vision
      flashes red and a jump up to a high alcove on the wall. He then forgets about it and so do I. I jump
      back down, go over to the tree and take out a flamethrower. My brother says burning it won't work but
      I use the flamethrower on the tree anyway. I literally get this menu that says "Use flamethrower on tree".
      I selected that option and burn the tree. Suddenly, I see an overview game. The floor texture is a
      salmon brick pattern and the walls are black. The character likes something like the avatar of the
      pokemon games. I guide the character down and find the game in a darker room. The brick pattern
      has changed to dark blue/purple. The walls are still black. There are enemies now and I go to fight them.
      I kill one with some sort of red shot. Then one of the enemies hits me and I find I can't shoot anymore.
      I then notice that the character has turned into some sort of animal. Every time I get hit, the character
      turns into a more primitive animal and after a period of time the character progressively returns to
      normal. I manage to avoid the enemies enough to return to normal. I kill one and get hit by another. I
      run away going down into the next room and I start fighting the next enemies. I am doing better. I kill
      many enemies and they progressively get bigger and bigger. The game gradually transitions to a
      side-scrolling platformer similar to castlevania. I run along the floor. I see a massive white and blue
      dragon-like monster and hit it with a sword. It dies. I go further and jump up on a few platforms killing
      similar beasts as I go. Not much later,
      the dream ends.
    5. 2011-03-05.2f | nonlucid

      by , 03-08-2011 at 07:07 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am in some high-contrast green field, fighting a very Kingdom-Hearts-like suit
      of armor. I win but just barely. I man shows up and gives me a catalog of power-ups
      and techniques. I look through and there are many dealing with that suit of armor.
      One in particular had something to do with making them disappear in a bunch of
      yellow stars and getting points or something. I think, "What a useless power-up",

      then wake up.
    6. 2011-03-05 | nonlucid

      by , 03-08-2011 at 07:01 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am driving down a highway road very fast with my Mom in the passenger seat. The turn comes
      up and I put the brakes on full but the car keeps going. After the turn, there are pieces of concrete
      in the road and it eventually dead ends. The car crashes into the barrier at the end of the road but
      receives no damage. I start to back up and the dream snaps to a different road. I drive down this
      road entirely too fast as well. I take a right and find myself on the same road as the front-flash. This
      time, my Mom yells at me to slow down. I step on the brakes, and again, the car does not stop in
      time and we crash into the barrier. I back up and turn around, the other drivers are looking at me.
      I drive up and turn onto the off-ramp. The road circles around to the left and suddenly, I find myself
      on that road but not in a car. My mom is standing next to me and there is no traffic. I somehow have
      a box of cornflakes and I pour some in my empty coffee mug. I then pour some steaming milk into
      the cereal. I forget about the box and the milk and, as this is a dream, they disappear. I have the
      feeling my Mom and I are going to my high school. I can see the back of the stadium as if we are on
      rt 100 but the road does not match. We start walking down the road to get there and
      the dream ends.
    7. 2011-03-03 | nonlucid

      by , 03-08-2011 at 06:45 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      Quote Originally Posted by OLD - 05 | NONLUCID
      I am being chased by futurist cops for some reason and I have some sort of chip in
      the back of my head that they are using to track me and they are trying to somehow
      get information records from the chip which somehow takes video footage from my
      vision. I go down a staircase on the edge of a dark town. I go through a broken down
      looking wooden doorway across a board to a very run-down wooden building. I am in
      a dark room and there is furniture everywhere. Bed sheets are hanging from bedposts
      and the ceiling and I start crawling under all the furniture so as not to be seen. I am
      going somewhere but I'm not sure. I know that this is the "head quarters" for the cops.
      They are police but they also seem very much like a mafia group. I sneak out of the
      building again and go back out the rickety wooden boards and up the stairs. I talk to
      the head cop but he can't arrest me or anything and he shows me surveillance of me
      talking to some guy in a trench-coat outside of what appears to be a grocery store. I
      then go back to the hq building. I sneak through again but I am caught and have to
      fight the mafia cops. I fight them off and run into a room that is let up blue by very
      advanced looking computer equipment. I rip the chip out of the back of my head and
      download the information to the computer. I see a progress bar on the screen. "come
      on, come on... " I am very anxious. Finally the download finishes. I remove the chip and
      destroy it. I then load the information onto a flash drive and take it. I win.
      The dream ends.
      A recurrence of this dream only instead of succeeding and removing the chip,
      The mafia cops had managed to download the information remotely first so I
      got in a huge fight with them and won.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. Old - 05 | nonlucid

      by , 03-08-2011 at 06:42 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am being chased by futurist cops for some reason and I have some sort of chip in
      the back of my head that they are using to track me and they are trying to somehow
      get information records from the chip which somehow takes video footage from my
      vision. I go down a staircase on the edge of a dark town. I go through a broken down
      looking wooden doorway across a board to a very run-down wooden building. I am in
      a dark room and there is furniture everywhere. Bed sheets are hanging from bedposts
      and the ceiling and I start crawling under all the furniture so as not to be seen. I am
      going somewhere but I'm not sure. I know that this is the "head quarters" for the cops.
      They are police but they also seem very much like a mafia group. I sneak out of the
      building again and go back out the rickety wooden boards and up the stairs. I talk to
      the head cop but he can't arrest me or anything and he shows me surveillance of me
      talking to some guy in a trench-coat outside of what appears to be a grocery store. I
      then go back to the hq building. I sneak through again but I am caught and have to
      fight the mafia cops. I fight them off and run into a room that is let up blue by very
      advanced looking computer equipment. I rip the chip out of the back of my head and
      download the information to the computer. I see a progress bar on the screen. "come
      on, come on... " I am very anxious. Finally the download finishes. I remove the chip and
      destroy it. I then load the information onto a flash drive and take it. I win.
      The dream ends.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. 2011-03-02.2 | nonlucid

      by , 03-03-2011 at 02:42 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am in my dorm and I have laundry to do. I get ready to go down to the laundry room and find myself
      in the laundry room of my house where there are two of my school's machines. I swipe my card to activate
      the machines and look at the number on the machine then enter it in to the console. The machine activates
      and I put my clothes in and press start. I look at some other clothes on the floor and remember seeing them
      there before and the person must have forgotten about them.
      I must have had the dream before and not
      remembered it.

      Updated 03-03-2011 at 09:03 PM by 41067

      Categories
      non-lucid
    10. 2011-03-02 | nonlucid

      by , 03-03-2011 at 12:35 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am Picard again and my subconscious tells me he is dreaming, but I am not aware myself. I start
      out with more of a 3rd person view of him. His senior staff is around him, Jordi, Deanna, Warf, Riker,
      Data, the whole crew. It's almost like an inception thing, as if extractors are trying to get inside Picard's
      mind. He is dreaming but he is not aware of it, but I know he is dreaming. As for myself, I am not quite
      aware of it. There is a red alert and Picard is rushing through a hectic scene. I think about how its a
      dream and how he doesn't know. At this point I sort of merge into his perspective. I go into a room very
      similar to my high school's auditorium which is packed with people. I am Picard and I know Picard is
      dreaming so I know I am dreaming, but I am not aware. I get the feeling that the people in the auditorium
      are unfriendly in some way like Nazi's or something. A friend from college is playing the piano and I ask
      him to play something in C Minor. I've asked him to play certain keys before in waking life. He starts playing
      the right hand part for "To Zanarkand" from Final Fantasy X. I listen for a little bit then decide I want to
      hear the arpeggios in the left hand. I sort of think about guiding his hand to the piano to play the part and
      his left hand starts playing runs. I listen for a bit more then the dream cuts to a band room. There are a
      bunch of band students and I am giving them a piece to play. I realize I don't have an instrument so I make
      a ring with my hand, move it down, and try to pull a soprano saxophone out of thin air. It doesn't work but
      for a while I try to pretend that it did thinking maybe that will work but it doesn't. I play an entire song on an
      imaginary saxophone, humming the part. I then try again. This time slowly. I hold my hand there and
      concentrate on the mouthpiece being behind my fingers. I slowly move my hand down until I see the tip of
      the mouthpiece. After that, it is easy. I slowly move my hand down to reveal a beautiful saxophone. I get
      to the bottom and flick my hand off then "paint in" the unfinished part of the bell. I take the saxophone that
      is now floating there. I go to play but it feels like there is no reed. I look at the mouthpiece and there is a
      reed so I need to solidify it. I put my finger on the reed but it goes through. I focus on the reed being hard
      and finally it becomes solid. I play the piece
      then the dream ends.

      My first lesson in dream control

      Updated 03-03-2011 at 09:02 PM by 41067

      Categories
      non-lucid
    11. 2011-03-01 | nonlucid

      by , 03-02-2011 at 05:31 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am walking through a snowy landscape with some friends. There is my brother,
      a boy and his sister. I am not sure what happened first, but eventually I am walking
      down snowy road with the guy while my brother is driving a snow mobile with the
      girl on the back. After we get a ways down the road, we wonder where the other two
      are. We head back and see a blue caution light set up by police. I worry that maybe
      somebody has died again ( probably happened earlier in the dream ). I run over to
      the part of the road where the snow mobile is. My brother and the girl are fine but
      they keep pointing to something on the ground behind the snowmobile. All I see are
      these pancakes. I keep looking but thats all I can find. Then the father of the boy and
      girl comes over and picks up a little dog. It isn't bloody but the dog's upper jaw bone
      is sticking out and half of its lower jaw is in the father's hand. The bone is perfectly
      clean. I feel very bad for the dog and the father tries to figure out any way to get the
      bone back in place but can't. The dog does not appear to be in pain but I still feel
      pity for the poor animal. I stood there for about ten minutes looking at the dog trying
      to find something I could do to help, but it just didn't come.
      The dream ends.
    12. 2011-02-28.2 | nonlucid

      by , 03-02-2011 at 05:19 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am in Wildwood NJ and I go into one of the shops. The shop has a bunch of items
      that any shop would have, figurines, lanyards, glassware, little trinkets... but they
      also have Rosie O'donell T-Shirts. Don't ask me why but I wanted one. I leave the store
      without getting anything and later come back hoping they still have them. The layout
      of the store is different but the t-shirts are on a rack in the very front. I look at them
      but then go on and out a door in the back. I walk out on the beach and it is night-time.
      I walk under a huge wooden structure with struts coming down everywhere. A friend
      from college is there and we look down and see a huge coin. It is a little smaller than
      a man-hole cover. Apparently the coin is worth one dollar. We see two other coins. One
      is half the size of the large one and another is about the size of what a real half-dollar
      would be. We conclude that they are a half dollar and a quarter dollar. My friend and I
      began to decide who gets what and I said I'll take the big one and she can have the
      other two.
      The dream ends.
    13. 2011-02-28 | nonlucid

      by , 03-02-2011 at 05:08 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am on the Enterprise D from Star Trek Next Generation. I am Picard and there is
      a safe in the conference room that is open and has little gummy candies. Somehow
      by eating these, they can destroy an entire race but the person who eats it will be
      paralyzed. Londo Molari from Babylon 5 wants me to eat it but I want warf to eat
      it. I take a red one from the safe, break it in half, and put a piece in my mouth. It
      tastes bland with the texture of a large gummy. I spit it back out because I don't want
      to be paralyzed. I contemplate it further
      and the dream ends.
    14. Note

      by , 02-27-2011 at 02:27 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I've had very little recall over the past few days. Always remembering having a dream
      and little bits of it but not enough to write down. I need to start getting to bed earlier
      because I've had several late nights.
      Categories
      side notes
    15. 2011-02-23 | nonlucid

      by , 02-24-2011 at 02:52 PM (Short Stories with Tragic Endings)
      I am at my house and my Dad is apparently running some sort of lemonade stand, but
      there's no stand. He has this lemonade but he has very poor business skills. He knows
      all about Sales / Supply & Demand, but he doesn't have a good relationship with his
      customers. He tends to fight with them a lot. We are on the roof of my house for some
      reason and we have a black tarp over the front lip where we are sitting. We are working
      on something when my dad asks if I am able to get down from this height. I look, It is
      a decent fall but not too far so I say yes. I jump down and fall promptly to the ground and
      land gracefully.
      In real life, I probably would have hurt myself. I go into the garage and
      start talking to a friend about my dad's customer relation issues and come up with the idea
      that I should start a better "company". Somehow, computer programming plays into it and
      we talk about that for a while. For some reason, I'm a better programmer
      ( not true in
      waking life ) and the friend asks me a questions like "Do you know Emacs Lisp?" Or something
      like that. I tell him I do not, but I'm going to learn it. By this time we are in a huge warehouse-
      like place. Almost like an aircraft hangar
      . The dream ends.
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