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    1. Shared Daydream Experiment

      by , 09-10-2012 at 11:00 PM
      Don't mind this... this isn't really a dream at all. Just a silly attempt for the IOSDP lucid daydreaming experiment: http://www.dreamviews.com/f144/lucid...riment-135918/

      All signs point to this being entirely in my head. My reasons are that I've never practiced this before, and that things were pretty static and boring. Plus, only the people whose names I could remember at the time showed up for me. So it's probably a failure on my part. The imagery I got was kinda funny though, so you all get to see that and laugh with me, at least. (I also apologize in advance... I don't even know all of your genders so it's pretty likely I got those wrong, too! Silly me.)

      So... first thing's first, I get to the pyramid and initially I seem to be the only one here. I pace around a bit and end up leaning against the pyramid. Before long it seems like the first other person shows up. Supposedly, it's Windy. She(?) shows up as a somewhat short person, maybe 5'4 or 5'5. She's got this pink hair and it's in some pigtails. She's pretty thin, too. She also seems to be wearing this sorta frilly dress thing. Not too frilly, but overall gives off the anime vibe. Oops. I introduce myself, as Takuma. (I'm really hoping someone picked up on that name! Since I didn't tell you beforehand and it's not terribly common, I imagine it would be a great Sync.) We do basic introductions, I think I mention that I doubt she actually looks the way I see her, and sort of mention how she looks to me. Unfortunately she doesn't do much the rest of the time I'm there. Warned you things were kinda static.

      Not long after this, another person shows up. This one is supposedly Woodstock, though by request I called him Ryan. He shows up in generic t-shirt and jeans, and possibly a beanie hat. It's hard to pick up on details. Roughly my height (5'10), and somewhat more muscular than me, but not ripped by any means. Just in actually decent shape. He just seems to be skateboarding all over the place, even though I don't see how you'd skateboard on sand. He's also skating up and down the pyramid, across sideways, and all like physics don't apply to him. He seems to be showing off. I introduce myself again and here I say that yes, I'm a furry. (More on that later). We do end up chatting more later on, but I've already forgotten what. This was about as fuzzy as it gets.

      At this point I round the corner looking for more people, and find a little hallway set into the side of the pyramid. I walk in a little bit and it's really dark. There's a guy there, thin, wearing all black. Can't place a name on him or anything, he doesn't really say anything, so I just leave. Soon after I find who is supposed to be Cay. She's got much more casual clothes on. A green sorta long-sleeved t-shirt, some shorts (maybe jean shorts?), mid-length, straight brown hair, and a roundish face. She's also a bit closer to my height. (I might remember some of this stuff from earlier in the thread... oops!) We also have our brief introductions.

      Here I spend several minutes just trying to rack my brain for the names of the others, because I know I'm doing things wrong and they won't show up if I don't have their names. I don't want to stop to check, though. I end up remarking on how Woodstock is a show-off again because he's STILL skateboarding like a crazy guy, like I last saw him. Then Cay kinda starts floating into the air, as if in response. I float up too and talk about how I love doing this in dreams, but the feeling in this daydream doesn't begin to compare.

      Shortly, the non-descript black-clothed guy from inside the pyramid comes out. He looks kinda angry with us. I tell him we mean no harm and we're just doing an experiment, and he grumbles a bit about how we're being disrespectful. I tell Woodstock to stop skateboarding, and he seems to at least relent a bit, going back inside. This is where I jump out. It's about 5:20 EST, or 3:20 my time.

      And with all that done, what you may be wondering... how did I look? I tried to present myself as an anthropomorphic red coyote (I AM a furry), wearing a sort of white samurai robe. I would have had green eyes too. Unfortunately I had plenty of trouble just trying to keep that form because well, it's pretty ingrained to walk around looking like you do in waking life. You all probably did that, which means I'm sure I failed at least on Windy's side. Sorry Windy.
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    2. Screwed up revision of my life and memories

      by , 07-26-2012 at 04:34 AM
      Wow... just... wow. Interesting, revisionistic view of my life, which is 100% not true. There's... according to this dream, there's a reason I'm single and asexual, and it claims I wasn't always that way. I have to say upfront that even though my memory is bad, it's not THIS bad, so there's no way something like this could have happened. But it supposes that I'm digging through some written diary stuff or whatever, that I both somehow still had, in a paper format, and had somehow not lost, but had also forgotten about. And it claims that what I read suggests that I was in love with someone, once. But at some point I found them cheating on me. Or, rather, him. Yes, apparently if this dream is to be believed, before I was asexual, I was gay. Now... many of my friends are bi or gay, it's not like I would have a problem with such a thing, but it's not really for me. The dream throws out a username, tag, or whatever, and a time frame. "Ericalt" or... "alm?" or... I dunno. I know it started with "Eric" though. And the timeframe was sometime in late 2008, so right when I first started college. I definitely wouldn't have jumped into college and started dating, for one thing. For another, I knew I was asexual before college. And of course that time of my life was relatively harmless and peaceful. Even assuming I could have "repressed" something like that, it would have shown somewhere. The friends I was starting to make at that time would never have let me repress something like that, anyway. That's enough rambling...
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      non-lucid , memorable
    3. Games breaking

      by , 07-14-2012 at 06:28 AM
      Okay, so I've had a couple interesting dreams since I've started work. My brain is too frazzled to remember which ones were on which days, so I'm lumping them together. All of the recent dreams that I remember involve videogames in some way.

      One dream involved me playing Ocarina of Time, or at least it's supposed to be that. I'm running around in a primitive 3d environment just exploring, while explaining things to someone, probably my little brother. In this dream, I end up exploring and use a timed trap or something to an unseen purpose. The trap sets some sort of timer on you, and when it goes off you spontaneously get blown up, like you're holding a bomb, and you get knocked over. You're supposed to disarm this trap in a puzzle or something... instead I grab it and run to a jump that's just a bit too far for Link to make it. I time it so that the explosion goes off in mid-air, giving me the last bit of propulsion to reach the far ledge. I explain that this game handles sequence-breaking poorly, with random glitches and freezes. (In reality, it's quite complacent and stable... speedrunners rely on this.) The game freezes, and I mention that at least it's never been known to delete a save... when I load it back up and select my save, as if I tempted the gods of Irony, my character is back at the beginning of the game. (And now it looks like Link to the Past. But whatever...) I'm kinda upset by this, to say the least.

      The other dream is harder to explain. The game I remember playing is some sort of mix between Elona and Dwarf Fortress. There are a bunch of different "levels" with objectives that have to be completed to reach the end (something that isn't in either game, but hey). I recall that there are three different difficulties, and to have a win at a certain difficulty, all the parts have to be done at the same difficulty. There's also an "extra" difficulty, which makes it a lot harder but has a unique map different from the standard ones. Each section unlocks that after you beat it normally.

      Anyways, the main bit I actually remember is there are some bosses to be dealt with, longstanding ones in terms of the plot, and we enter a huge area to try to take them on. It's supposed to be a big confrontation. But the game just kinda stalls out and freezes, refusing to finish loading the area. I guess it was TOO big. I had my character on the screen at this point, but I couldn't do anything with him. So, I end the game with task manager and restart it. Getting back to that point, it freezes even sooner. I suppose it's unstable from crashing in the middle of loading. This time I can look at the parts of the map that did load, and the perspective shifts over to almost all Dwarf Fortress, ascii style. And I see why the computer is struggling -- this map goes hundreds of floors up, like any good dwarven megaproject. One of the guys we were supposed to defeat would have been right at the top, and to get to him we would have had to climb countless stairs and defeat countless lackeys. It would have been a good final confrontation... oh well. That's all I remember for now.
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    4. Tournaments... and pokemon?

      by , 07-09-2012 at 06:44 AM
      Hm... I had a longer, peculiar dream this morning, but as usual I only remember parts of it... where do I start.

      Well, one part that I remember, it would seem I'm with someone... I think it's my little brother, but later on in the dream I'm not so sure. It's fuzzy. But, we'll say it's my brother for simplicity. We're hanging out in this place that... well, it's kinda supposed to be our home, I guess, but it's nothing like it. We're reminiscing about things in our childhood and such, while we're also... doing something. Playing something? Yeah, I'm trying, but this part is just too fuzzy.

      The main part I actually remember is hanging out with him in this area, where a bunch of people have gathered. There are tournaments and such going on. I don't remember what kind of skill was involved, but I know in some other part of the dream, there were... pokemon. Not like, playing the games type of pokemon. No, they exist and are alive and such in this world. So... perhaps that was the skillset involved for these tournaments. All I know was, I'm assisting this other guy, who both kinda is, and doesn't seem much like my little brother any more. He's very excited about the money we could win, to the point that I keep trying to get him to calm down, and quiet down, and not blurt stuff out in front of all these other people who obviously also want to win. He's excited though because winning the main tournament could give him 125,000... units of money. I doubt that's in US dollars. And I guess he has enough stowed away to bring him to 150k, which would let him participate in this other sort of "competition".

      In this competition they take two people, and take 150k as the entry field. Then they sit at opposite ends of the room, and the have a machine just start dropping the coins in a circle around each person. Whoever caves first and grabs for the money loses, and the other person takes it all. Judging by how excited this brother, or friend, or whoever, is about this competition, I doubt he'd do well. I imagine myself stepping in and doing it for him. It seems easy if you think about it logically -- you just sit there until you win. So easy, in fact, that once I wake up I wonder how such a thing could ever work.

      I also dimly remember parts of the dream where I'm wandering around a huge store, or I'm wandering outside at night (which MAY be where I bump into the pokemon I mentioned earlier... who knows.) I dunno where those fit in, so I put them here. Well, that's about all the stitching together I can do.
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    5. Three Dreams

      by , 07-05-2012 at 06:13 AM
      Okay, I really should have written these down fully this morning, instead of just brief notes. But at least I have something to go by, I suppose. Three dreams today, since I used a suggestion that I would wake up after every dream.

      In the first dream, I'm playing some sort of Tactics RPG. Of course, like many dreams, "playing" means I'm walking around inside the game world, and it looks totally real. The main things I recall (from notes) are that there are three factions or towns that you can choose to join and help. There's tension between them, and presumably some sort of branching story as a result. The other thing is that part of the charm is that there are a million billion sidequests, and all sorts of fun to be had there. I remember that there are some I cannot do yet, even though I am told about them. One said I needed to complete 50 more battles in the main story, or something like that. I also have notes that don't dredge up memories... apparently the "elf" town looked like the most fun of the three factions... and then there's something about "other save files". The downsides of working from notes well after I should have written these down... I guess that's all for this dream.

      In the second dream, I'm in a small apartment with a bunch of people I apparently knew in the dream, but didn't in real life. It's extremely cluttered and dirty, and we're somewhere cold and snowy. The apartment also has the same floorplan as my current, real life apartment. There are frequent cleaning sprees to try to keep the clutter down to a minimum, and I inevitably feel like I'm in somebody's way when these happen. Although, the people seem nice enough, generally speaking. That's really about it for this one... "Cold, cluttered, in the way..." Heh, there's probably some deeper symbolism here. I'll worry about it if it's recurring.

      The third dream directly relates to Project Sanctuary, and the work I'm doing with it (or lately, SHOULD be doing...). There's someone who's trying to help me with the psychic and spiritual development I seek. I have a strong feeling that it's the woman who invented Project Sanctuary in the first place. There's a sort of "Sanctuary" setting going on in my dream, and we're both in there, at a table. Alas, both of us get distracted with reading some documents on the table instead of getting on with what we set out to do. I didn't write much about the documents, for some reason... but I feel like they were about some other guy, someone who seemed rather unsavory... I dunno. I will write tomorrow's dreams down sooner in the morning, for sure!

      That's all, then. Now off to bed to make the same autosuggestion!
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    6. Again with the fragments

      by , 07-03-2012 at 05:07 AM
      I've got some confused, tangled fragments today... but it's far better than yesterday, where I had no recall at all! So without further ado:

      The first thing I recall is being back at home, again. I actually think it's our older home, from before I even left for college. My dad and little brother are there, though it quickly becomes just my dad. He's going to take me somewhere, to school, perhaps, but I'm not sure. He's waiting for me to be ready, but for various reasons I'm not ready. The main one is that I'd grab something I needed, set it aside, turn to grab something else, and when I turned back, the first thing would have disappeared! Of course in the dream I blame myself for misplacing it. So he's sitting out in the car waiting and this happens several times. Memorably, the last time is for my laptop. I set it aside to grab its charger, and then the laptop itself is gone. Then when my dad starts to come in from the car to see what's taking so long, my laptop magically reappears in my hands. No second thoughts are given on this, of course, and that's about the end of the fragment.

      There's a shorter fragment here that's more or less a false awakening. I believe this happened after I woke up for real, but rolled over and went back to sleep. In this fragment I'm quite tired, and just laying in my mattress. I roll on to one side, and "imagine" a mirror being there... of course then it materializes, but I think nothing of it beyond having a "good imagination" >_< I repeat it on the other side, and then, looking at the ceiling, I imagine something quite different... almost some sort of grotesque doll-house or something. Quite a vague memory.

      The other larger fragment has me back in the house, with my family again. We are all planning to go to Barre (the closest place to actually do anything to where I grew up), but my little brother doesn't want to go, so that cancels the trip. I'm annoyed by this and complain a bit, and my dad offers to go with just me. I think on it a bit, feeling bad for being selfish, but I accept. The trip is abstracted out to 10 seconds at most, and then we are in "Barre". But we're not in the mall that I would have wanted to go to, we're in some sort of mishmash between someone's house (I'm thinking my older brother's) and an open plaza. It's weird. And the whole time I can hardly keep my eyes open... my futon mattress is there, and I keep dozing off. I have a short nap at some point. Meanwhile my dad is off talking to someone, like he often does. I also recall him filling up two different water bottles.

      After the nap, which is also skipped over, I need to pee. I wander into what seems to be a bathroom, with all the amenities except an actual toilet. I'm disappointed and confused until I see another door in the back of the bathroom. It leads into another side room with just a toilet and sink. I suppose the idea was that someone could use the toilet while someone else takes a shower, with relative privacy for both parties. In any case, I start to do my business, and then I wake up.
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    7. More fragments

      by , 07-01-2012 at 03:05 AM
      Oops. Should've posted this this morning for consistency. Oh well. More fragments of dreams today, I'm afraid. Hopefully my recall improves soon...

      The first fragment seems to involve a place that's hard to describe, as always. A jumbled mess of jumbled memories. The main thing that I remember is that, like so many other dreams, family is around, and there is also some standard video game villain, out of sight. My brain wants to say "Robotnik" from the Sonic games. *shrug* The idea is that there aren't any more "natural" enemies, as they've all been destroyed, so there are some totally man-made equivalents. The perplexing thing is the mix of the sonic villain and the very much mario Bob-ombs. It's quite peculiar because the "bombs" are made of something that's probably closest to Legos. And setting one off sent bits of plastic everywhere in an amusing, harmless fashion. These things couldn't hurt a fly. My father isn't amused for some reason, though.

      Second fragment: A mess of a school setting, which feels like it should be college, but my high school music teacher is there. In my capacities as a labtech (which was my college workstudy...) I'm helping my music teacher move some stuff around. The stuff involved, I don't really remember. I can say, though, that the room I put it in is full to bursting with random junk. It was really hard to find a place to put the stuff. And... that's about that, really.
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      non-lucid , dream fragment
    8. Small random fragments

      by , 06-29-2012 at 06:06 PM
      Just a couple fragments today... I'm probably adjusting to my new mattress or something.

      The first fragment involved me in this jumbled-up area... I remember being outside as part of the fragment I remember, perhaps in a baseball field? I dunno, except that it felt like it was near a school, and I find some really past-due paperwork in the grass, or something. What the paperwork is for, I'm not sure. That's literally all I have for this fragment.

      The second fragment, on the other hand, doesn't feel like I'm involved at all... just observing. It feels more like I'm watching someone else's dream. And it almost seems like THEY might be lucid, but of course I'M not lucid. Heh... Anyways, there's a guy there that I believe strongly resembles the knight motif, and he has two companions. One seems to be... incorporeal or something, and the other is hurt. So this heroic knight volunteers to go into this cave, or building, or whatever, alone. And then most of the stuff here is forgotten, unfortunately. But it seems he was valiantly successful, and I see him curing his hurt friend with some magic he found, or something. Again, very, very blurry. I hope my normal recall comes back in a couple days.
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      non-lucid , dream fragment
    9. Negligent management, and people are in danger!

      by , 06-28-2012 at 03:52 PM
      Okay, after a night of lost sleep my dreams definitely become more interesting. Of course, my recall isn't any better... I only remember this one dream.

      There's a building here that basically is an apartment building. It has 4, or 5 floors depending on how you look at it. People only live on the first 3, though. Now, where my recall picks up, me and a group of other people are in this building, trying to help people out. The only person that I'm pretty sure was with me was Silver... the rest are fuzzy. We'd come in on the third floor somehow... through a fire escape or something. This building, I should mention, is much larger than your average apartment building. It's more like an office complex with dozens of apartments on each floor. Also, all the hallways are internal, which is important for the plot of the dream. The reason we broke in on the third floor is that the entire building seems to be flooding, for some reason. There's a thin layer of water across the third floor... hardly enough to be a threat, but it implies that the first two floors of the building are completely underwater! Our group starts to split up, and fan out over the whole floor, warning people of what's going on. The general process here is very fuzzy, and I don't remember any specific faces... but eventually we warn everyone on the floor.

      Now, our next job is to get to the higher floors, to speak to the person in charge. The stairway to the fourth floor is locked, so I pull out a keychain that I got from somewhere (it looks just like my keychain IRL) and try all of the keys until one of them works. Then I unlock the door and lead our group in. This fourth floor is essentially just a lobby area... with a mix of officials and non-officials here. Nobody seems bothered by the fact that we essentially just broke in. Now, what the officials are doing here is "guarding" the person who's in charge. This person has some mysterious level of power... people respect him more than a CEO, less than some kind of god... but it's implied that he's somewhere between the two. In any case, he has a LOT of power, and almost certainly knows what's going on already. We just want to bring it to his attention again and ask why he's not doing anything. The officials on this floor don't let just anyone see him, of course... there's all sorts of screening and regulations going on, to make sure that nobody who would want to harm him would get too close.

      Here I have a vague flash of pseudo-lucidity... part of me decides that the paperwork stuff is far too boring, and if I just "fade out" for a bit, I can skip it. Somehow this logic works, so I have no memory of the paperwork, but I know it's done. It's also been long enough that we know we are trusted to see the guy in charge. Now we just need to wait. I look around and, for whatever reason, see Sonic and Knuckles logos on things like soda fountains. To my addled brain, this is proof that they trust us... those logos are supposed to be representative of me and Silver some how. I should probably mention that I think only the two of us are going to meet this guy... the rest of the group is milling around, but it was decided that a large group would be too intimidating and security would never allow it. Unfortunately I wake up before we get to meet this guy.
    10. Robin Hood and... Chipmunks?

      by , 06-25-2012 at 05:31 PM
      Ok, so I've got a jumbled mess of dreams again. Hopefully, eventually, I can regain a more cohesive dream memory.

      In this first dream, there's this large, wide open field area that we're running around in. I'm with a large group of people, though I don't remember who any of them are. The main thing I remember is that we're playing some sort of game, running around and collecting things for points. I'm not entirely sure what the deal is with this, but in the dream it's simply having fun. That is, until the dream suddenly takes a darker turn. Apparently I have been sentenced to the guillotine... for some reason. I don't remember why, and it's obviously unjust because there's a supposed way out. Someone, whom I can only give identity to as "Robin Hood" has presented me with this odd slip of paper that, just by having it on me, will somehow open a way for me to escape when the time comes. On the other hand, it's critically important that I don't lose it... and I seem to come awfully close several times. I fiddle with it, drop it, hastily pick it back up, and so on. Eventually I slip it between the seams of one of my sneakers, which is falling apart. This dream ends well before I actually get stuck in the guillotine, so who knows what that paper was supposed to do.

      In the second dream, I'm on a cruise ship, or something. And, even though I don't really see them during the dream, I get the feeling that... the Chipmunks are on board somewhere. (Sigh. Yes, my friends made me watch all 3 chipmunk movies a few weeks ago. And I guess it's stuck.) Anyway... we're on a cruise ship, and it seems to be a little tough finding something to actually eat. Plus, the people on board (and we're all in mostly the same area... I guess it's a very small cruise ship) are getting a little rowdy with each other. It seems that one of the people has bad food poisoning, like Salmonella, and they're all telling him to stay away, hoping not to get sick themselves. I think this sick person is the "bad guy", Ein. And that's about all I remember for that.


      Blah. It's good that I have some dream recall, but where are the exciting, lucid dreams? Ah well...
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    11. One Jumbled Mess of a Dream

      by , 06-24-2012 at 05:07 PM
      I've got a long, strange, jumbled dream to try to remember this morning. This will be messy, but here goes...

      The first part that comes to mind (I don't remember the order things happened in anymore) is that I'm with someone in this almost labyrinthine place... I think it's family, but then what happens wouldn't make much sense. It's as though we are staking out the area, finding useful items here and there. The only part I remember with any clarity is that there's a "Basement" or something underneath the maze-like building. It's got a bunch of bats, some of which I slash and kill like it's an old video game (The view even becomes 2D for this part). But more importantly there's a random shower head sticking out of the ceiling, so I could shower if I wanted to. I kinda remember laying there, fully clothed, and letting it drench me... It would also be a safe place to sleep after clearing out the bats, and I remember excitedly sharing this with... whoever I'm with.

      The second part is still a mess, but it's clear for this one that I'm with family. In this case I'm grabbing whatever random food items look good and throwing them in the microwave together to heat them up. This includes what look like quesadillas and one random like... chinese chicken puff or something? I dunno. I remember that things were going horribly wrong when I tried to heat up the food. For example, gravy would come pouring out of the quesadillas and drench everything else. My little brother is laughing at what's going on, and also wonders why I picked out the chicken puff because according to him, it was kept as sort of a last resort type of food and wouldn't taste very good. It's hard to explain. I remember being annoyed about my microwave failures, but somewhere in my head I knew I could "reload" or "go back in time" to fix it. Yet I didn't become lucid. I also remember thinking/reading about something terrible that could go wrong, where this cold, toxic blue stuff the microwave was using could spew out of this hose sort of thing, contaminating all my food. (Yeah, I'm confused too) The last thing from this part of the dream I remember is being on a road trip somehow. The vehicle I was using I wasn't sure of, but my dad and little brother are there on the side of the road, roughly halfway along the trip, though I don't remember any of the travel time. They have some stands up or something, trying to raise money by selling food. They're mostly empty but they have some cookies there and I can't resist stopping to grab a couple.

      Finally, the third random part, with no connection to the others. For some reason, it involves (sigh...) The Little Mermaid. (I blame my recent playthrough of Kingdom Hearts 2 and its dumb Atlantica level...) Anyway, it's as if things are taken back in time and represented as some sort of lame teenage TV show. I'm nowhere in this dream fragment, just observing. But both Ariel and this random... kid are definitely teenagers. They were apparently derping around like teenagers do, and they had gotten in a fight, boy tries to act "cool" etc... standard drivel. But the only part I really remember is them both ya know, swimming out in the ocean, and the boy saying, "Well you better be sorry... because, I'm inviting you to my sister's 50th birthday party." Yes, "Sister" and "50th birthday". I don't think about it too much. xD

      That's honestly it. I probably could have gotten away with calling it three separate dreams, but I don't know either way.
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      non-lucid
    12. Soul Nomad and Dreamview Moderation

      by , 06-23-2012 at 07:33 PM
      Two dreams again today. And once again, the first dream blurs the lines between dream or memory. It involved playing Soul Nomad. I was messing around with formations, and my main character was horribly OP. Which... all basically happened yesterday, so I'm not sure how much was dream and how much was memory. But there you have it. xD

      In the second dream, I was on the Dreamviews site. I had become a local moderator or something, and I was watching this one subforum that all just-registered users were stuck in. Essentially, they could only post in that forum, until they answered a question that I posed to them. It was sort of like a super Captcha. It's kind of very silly, and I'm glad such a thing doesn't exist in real life. It's pretty draconian technology to try to keep bots away. xD And... yeah, that's all for today.
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    13. 6/22 Fragments: Fetish Thread and a strange game

      by , 06-22-2012 at 05:02 PM
      I remember two dreams today... well, sort of. It's hard to distinguish these between dreams and just stuff I was thinking about in a half-awake state. But I'm assuming they're dreams.

      The first one, since I was silly and read the fetish thread right before bed, is about that. I don't remember a lot of the details, because when I had this one I'd only been asleep for an hour or so. What I can say is that I was mostly remembering stuff I'd read in the thread. For some reason, Wolfwood stood out in this dream, and not somebody like Alyzarin. xD Let's see... I guess I was imagining a few of them, even though I don't have any of them as fetishes. I remember thinking it would be cool, in a non-sexual manner, if I was much larger than everyone else. That's about all.

      This second dream is kind of jumbled and weird. Most of it is like some sort of weird game, and I'm running around talking to people. There's a rule in this game that says I can only talk to each person three times in total. If I don't get the information or item I need from them after 3 tries, then it's tough luck for me, and I lose. It's pretty bizarre, and I remember running around frantically. Then there's a part of the dream that's a little easier to follow, where I'm with my family again. At least two separate times my dad buys us a bunch of sweets, several boxes worth of different candy bars. And every time, I get to have one, while my little brother eats every other sweet at an inhuman speed. It would be literally impossible to do that. In the dream I'm pretty annoyed with him, but now I just find it very amusing. What a pig he was! XD
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      non-lucid
    14. Don't try to tell me I'm not dreaming!

      by , 05-17-2012 at 05:00 PM
      This is my first good, long lucid dream in a while, and it was awesome! So, this is gonna be a long retelling. You've been warned.

      My dream recall picks up at my old high school. I am in the auditorium, with a teacher and another student. I don't remember this bit very clearly, but I think the teacher is my college professor, K. and the other student is Silver. I remember being afraid to leave the auditorium because K specifically wanted us to stay behind, and had something to talk to us about. Nonetheless, I slip through the auditorium door, promising to come back. I have a Brita filter in my hand at that time, and it's implied I'm going to fill it up real quick and come back.

      Out in the hallway, I start pouring the water that's in the filter all over the floor. In my head I envision a chase scene, and I feel like this will help, somehow. Not just in making them slip and fall, but it was supposed to do something else, like turn into smoke. This part is another fuzzy bit. At some point while I'm doing and thinking all this, I realize the absurdity of what's going on, and realize that I'm dreaming.
      At this point I head back down the hall towards the cafeteria. I don't know where the filter disappeared to, but I don't have it anymore, nor do I care.

      I end up passing through the empty cafeteria and heading outside, where, like so many prior lucid dreams, I get sucked into practicing flying. Why this draws me in so much is a mystery... in any case, only moments later my vision gets all fuzzy and it's hard to see much of anything. Over the next 5 minutes, I try to restore my vision, while still trying to fly and slowly making my way around to the front of the school. I don't have a ton of techniques at my disposal for this dream... I keep trying to blink to get my sight back, even as I worry that it would wake me up. Thankfully it doesn't, but it isn't doing anything productive either.

      As I round the corner, I come up with a new idea. I try removing my glasses, which has no effect. Putting them back on doesn't either. But at this point I take them back off and mimic cleaning the dust off of them, even though at this point my dream clarity is so bad that it doesn't actually feel like I'm holding anything. Amazingly, this one actually works, and I can see everything again. A lot of work for what some of you can fix in just a couple seconds! Ah, well, I'm learning.

      At this point I'm out in front of the school again, and see a college friend, A. I feel like showing off to him that this is a dream, and I try to fly in front of him. What I'd accomplished for flying so far in this dream amounted to hovering, or maybe short glides, but I don't even manage this much. I jump extra high, but that's about it. He comes up to me and says, "Hey, are you actively trying to fly? This isn't a lucid dream." At which point he becomes the antagonist of the dream.

      I'm laying on the ground when he says this for some reason, and for a split-second, I feel the effects. A small bit of doubt creeps in, and for a moment I'm paralyzed, and can't move. But then I somehow recover, and get up, and start trying to logically prove that this is a dream. I tell him that I've graduated, among other things. At some point he's wearing a football helmet and asking me why I have one in my hand, as if this would somehow prove it's reality. I retort that this must be a dream because I didn't have the thing 5 minutes ago (really, I didn't have it until he asked about it). Eventually I realize logic isn't going to work, so I kind of tackle him, yelling, "I KNOW this is a dream! Stop trying to trick me!"

      A small bit of memory is lost here, but A. certainly gives up on trying to convince me I'm not dreaming... instead he tries to convince me that I don't deserve this lucid dream, or something along those lines. To which I succinctly say, "Screw you! I deserve every goddamn lucid dream that I get!" And at this point I roll away from him. I don't feel angry anymore... I feel triumphant, like it was incredibly important that I make my opinion known, and now that I have I'm satisfied. I have no regrets for shouting at him either, because at this point I know he's not real. Unfortunately, while trying to contemplate what to do next, I wake up.
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      memorable , lucid
    15. Impersonation, Violence and Succubi (4 dreams)

      by , 02-29-2012 at 05:11 PM
      Four weird dreams from me this morning. The first one is fairly basic... I guess I managed to win a lot of money in the lottery. I had been second, instead of first, so I didn't win all the money that the lottery had to offer, but I had a solid 2 million dollars. I was pretty happy with that, to say the least, but not as bursting out of the room crazy happy as I would be in real life. (Though I don't actually enter the lottery in real life...) I'm calculating how I'm going to make this money sustainable, like living off the interest. I have a ton of interest -- 18% or something absurd, and it confuses me greatly. But then I realize they're offering me more interest because I'm storing more money there. That's all I really remember for that one, though I also know I was wandering around my grandparents' house for part of the dream.

      The second dream is more interesting. I'm with family, and we're out... somewhere. On a road trip or something. Somehow it becomes a good idea that we need to try to impersonate someone. I wish I knew the details because this is pretty sketchy. Somehow we manage to kick a cop out of his car and steal it, GTA style. We drive it not far down the road, to a friend he was going to visit and hasn't seen in a long time. (How we knew this information, I have no idea) We made hardly any attempt to disguise ourselves beyond adopting the names that the cop and his family have. Yet, somehow it works. His friend certainly looks at me funny, says I should probably shave and such, but believes that I am the cop. Same thing goes for my parents and my little brother. Somehow even though people are clearly suspicious, they're not about to say anything. I still don't know why we needed to impersonate the cop or stop at this random person's house, but in the dream it was necessary, or a good idea, or something. In any case, my family just hops out of the car to visit a bit, use the restroom, etc. just like we were at a pit stop on the highway. The only thing I remember from dialog is having my mom talk about records and having to correct her because she had no clue how to pronounce "vinyl". We are near the end of our stay, getting ready to leave, and I'm outside the car. The cop's friend has a family too, of course, including a younger daughter hanging out in the yard. Inexplicably, I'm totally naked. (This happens to me a lot, when I feel exposed in a dream...) I'm not far from her, looking down the road when I start to see a cop car or truck flying down the road. Of course he would call backup, being a cop and all. We'd been here about ten minutes, and it was actually surprising it hadn't happened sooner. I knew we were in big trouble, and I panicked trying to find some clothes and put them back on... because you know, being naked near a young girl makes you look really, really bad! This is where the dream ends, though.

      The third dream is something entirely different. I'm in some sort of game environment, though unlike most of my game dreams that are unclear, in this one it's clear that I'm walking around within the game, as myself, in full 3D. (You don't know how many of my dreams are fuzzy on point of view and such) In this scenario, I have a guide at the ready or something, because there's a house or something I start in with people I can interact with. It's more of an adventure game than anything else. But something that I wanted to do (I only remember something about gambling, but it wasn't the main focus) required me to be inexplicably violent to totally innocent people. So, I start to kill some of the people around me. The details, thankfully, were either abstracted or forgotten. But I'm looking around for one or two more people I'm supposed to kill, and can't find anywhere. I end up venturing outside the house, and into one or two nearby buildings. I know that I paused in the yard and marveled a bit on the details around me, despite being totally non-lucid the rest of the time. I feel like one of the other buildings was a museum or something, too, but once again things are kinda fuzzy. All I know is that I never was able to kill the last few people I needed to, and that after talking with some I needed to leave alone, I started to feel bad for the ones that I had killed.

      The final dream is probably the weirdest one. I'm up on some mountain in an unfamiliar landscape, but I have a map of the immediate area. The thing about this mountaintop is that there are a lot of doors that lead into the mountain, with succubi behind them. All of the doors have windows in them, of course. They aren't exactly wearing the traditional outfits for succubi, but they were the same as all others... they acted sexy, lured stupid men in, and did God-knows-what with them. Knowing all this, of course, made me perfectly safe. They simply didn't go past those doors, so the man had to take the first step and seal their fate. However, I was tasked by someone to find out more about what they were doing, and to put an end to all this if possible, so that's why I was up on this mountaintop. Essentially, my job was to capture one of them and interrogate them. So, I opened one of the doors and pretended to be smitten by the succubus behind it. However, we didn't get more than a couple feet from the door when I suddenly grabbed her and dragged her outside. She was making quite a protest, as if the light itself would hurt her, and I'm lucky I didn't get mobbed or something. But, we were now out on the cliffside. Still clutching her, I jumped off the edge... and it's a long, long way down. I had her below me as if she would somehow cushion my fall, and we just kept tumbling. There were a couple instances where I was sure she'd broken a few bones, but we make it to the bottom and both of us are somehow totally unharmed.

      We are nearby a lake, and I quickly recover and pin her to the ground. Part of the plan involved submerging her in water if she wouldn't cooperate. Cruel, admittedly, but we didn't know what exactly we were dealing with, and had to be prepared for anything. Around this point I realize this succubus is none other than Noel Vermillion from BlazBlue. (Who frankly, is not much for succubus material. Way too shy, nervous, apologetic, etc.) I start asking her questions about what is going on up on the mountain, and why. Unfortunately, I don't remember getting much useful information out of her, but I also don't remember asking many important questions. I do, however, ask her why she's doing this, and she says that she really doesn't know. (If you play Blazblue, you know that there are few things more convincing than Noel saying she doesn't know something. She's kind of a tool in the series. >.>) I get the impression from what she tells me that there's another person higher up that's telling them all to do this. Some of the succubi are more willing to comply than others, but they're all afraid to dissent. Sometime during the interrogation I end up letting go of her and get on the phone, presumably to call whoever sent me on this mission. I continue to ask her questions while I'm filling him in. Though she wanders around the area a bit, she doesn't stray far, and it's clear she isn't in a rush to get back to that mountaintop. I think she realizes that I feel kinda bad for her at this point myself, and that I no longer want to hurt her. She doesn't seem afraid of me anymore. The dream ends here, but there's a sense that we are going to team up somehow, and do something about the succubi leader that seems awfully unpopular. We each have sympathy for the other's precidament and realize there was a big misunderstanding.
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