spellbee2

No dreams from last night, since I only slept for like 4 hours. Did get a nap in, however.

I immediately WILD into the dream. I'm in the main building for classes at my college. My parents and brother are here, and we’re in a long hallway. My brother is walking somewhat ahead of me, and my parents are way behind me. I notice I’m just kind of floating down the hallway, which feels pretty cool. My dad shouts something for me to tell my brother, but I can’t hear him. Besides, I’m lucid, might as well do some things. I mainly just enjoy flying around a bit, while this random woman follows me around, asking if I want to join her in private. “Not until I get some tasks done first.” (*pats dream self on the head* Good boy)

I decide to start with the basic task - look up at the sky. I see this room off to the side that looks almost like a cockpit to a plane, with a huge control panel against the wall. The windows are huge, so I go in and look outside. The sky looks an incredible shade of blue, with several clouds that look almost copied-and-pasted across the sky - it reminds me of the wallpaper in Andy’s room in Toy Story. The horizon starts to turn orange - the sun is rising. However, I can’t shake this weird feeling that something hilarious is gonna happen. Sure enough, as the yellow circle rises up, inside is Michael Jackson dancing to Beat It, with all his backup dancers barely visible in the background. Immediately I can hear the music start up, and I find it funny. Before I even realize what’s happening, I’m dancing along with the music, doing pretty much all the choreography from the music video. (*smacks dream self on the back of the head* Dude, what the heck?)

As I do this one spin move, I realize that I should get back to doing stuff, so I instead continue to spin a bit to stabilize the dream. Unfortunately, it seems to have the opposite effect, and I wake up. I almost manage to DEILD back into it, but my roommate decided to watch YouTube videos on his big speakers, which jolted me awake when they fired up.

Kind of a fragment to start off. I am at a fancy Taco Bell, but I can't decide what I want off the menu, which makes the manager really angry for some reason.

Next, I'm at a band concert at my old high school, with my old band director leading the band. I'm in the audience with the rest of the students, who seem incredibly uninterested in the concert - they're even taking while the music is playing. Speaking of music, the band's sound is mainly done from an audio recording, and the actual band is just playing over it - the band version of “lip-syncing”. I give up on paying attention, and start a conversation with one of my friends next to me, at one point talking about DreamViews. The song finally ends, and the director says a few words. During this, there's some glitch in time, and I go back like 10 seconds, listening to him say the same words again. He even notices me do it, and after his words catch up to where he was, he laughs that I just had to experience it a second time.

I had a time slot to take a nap after my first class, so I did. I WILDed into my dorm room, and jump down from my bed. I try to plug my nose and do an RC - it kinda works, but my nose is really clogged with snot, almost like I’m sick. However, it’s good enough, so I continue. I try to think of one of the TotMs, but I can't quite remember. I figure one has something to do with a DC, so I expect my roommate to walk in the door. I open the door, and both roommates walk in and immediately jump in their beds. I for some reason decide to tell them I'm dreaming, but they don't seem interested. I try flying to convince them, but I can't quite stay up in the air, despite the assist from our rug in the middle of the room, which is acting like a trampoline. I end up bouncing until I wake up.

I end up DEILDing after what seems like a long time for a DEILD. I currently don't remember exactly where I am, but my boss is here, so I assume I am at work. I try to think of the tasks again, and for some reason remember that one of them is to eat a banana… So I go to the break room and get a banana, peel it, and eat it. Well that was easy. I wake up shortly after, upon which I wonder where I ever got the idea to eat a banana…

Well, the competition's over, so I haven't been 100% focused on lucidity. But sleeping in on the weekend does have its benefits, so I had a short lucid. Not really much to report, but since I'm trying to post all my lucids for 2016 (#12 was incredibly short, and I forgot most of it), here it is, with a few neat non-lucids afterwards.

I’m walking into the library at my college when I get an alert on my phone. There’s apparently an active shooter on the other side of campus, and the president of the university was shot and killed. I look around and watch the rest of the students around me get the same alert on their phones. Most of them are incredibly shocked to hear the news, and one girl starts crying. This can’t be happening. I slowly realize that shootings have (unfortunately) been a dream sign lately, so I pinch my nose really hard and hope for the best. I’m relieved to find I can breathe through it - I’m dreaming. I run down the hallway and yell to everyone, “It’s okay, he’s not actually dead! This is just a dream!” I really don’t know why I’m doing this, but it makes me wake up.

Woke up about 10 minutes before my WBTB alarm, so I disabled it so it wouldn’t turn on later, and then immediately went back to sleep (I already had one lucid, so why put in the extra effort to have another? ). I’m now back at my high school in the gymnasium. They’ve remodelled a bit, with the most obvious difference being a giant scoreboard suspended over center-court. The main basketball coach sees me and asks me to keep the scorebook for the game (I used to do all the scorebooks for the basketball games - my brother was on the team, so I had to attend, but I didn’t have many friends at the games, so it gave me something to do at least). I don’t really want to, but I don’t really have anything else to do so I oblige. I walk over to the court-side table, where my old history teacher and varsity football coach is controlling the score clock.

Everything starts malfunctioning pretty quickly. First, the overhead scoreboard stops working, and someone mentions that it’s come unwired and could fall at any minute. This of course doesn’t delay the game (that would make too much sense), so they keep playing. As soon as the first tipoff happens, we realize that there’s still a ton of carts full of basketballs on the court, right under the basket. So they stop the game and move the carts, and continue where they left off. Next the scoreclock keeps messing up, not stopping when we want it to and changing time randomly. The ref is getting visibly mad, so we stop the game to try and fix it. Meanwhile, the scorebook keeper from the other team hands me her book to copy over the team lineup and other stats. While I’m doing this, my history teacher starts asking how my brother’s doing. It makes it really hard to concentrate, and I start making mistakes in my writing. It’s really difficult, almost as if all the numbers are moving all over the page and constantly changing…

After the game ends, I’m outside. I somehow am now in a first-person shooter game like Call of Duty. I’m on the run from the Secret Service, who show up in black suits and start shooting at me. I take cover behind a few cars and manage to escape the property and get across the street. They continue to shoot, but I pull out a few guns of my own and fire back. I quickly get surrounded, but I manage to shoot my way out and to safety. I use a lot of ammo, however, and I realize I might soon run out. Meanwhile, one of my “friends” (IRL, it was Ryan Higa of YouTube fame) runs from around the corner and tosses me another gun - this one fires a shotgun-like burst of lasers. Awesome. I start firing some more and manage to thin out more of their ranks.

This intense firefight continues for a bit longer, until I hear one of them start yelling to stop. Their entire side stops firing, and I do the same. There’s a long, almost comedic silence, as a school bus slowly drives across the street between me and the bad guys. Over the roar of the bus, I hear someone on the other side shouting “I knew it was a bad idea to pick a fight in a school zone!” I take advantage of this lull in the action and toss a grenade under the bus, so it rolls across the road to the bad guys on the other side. As soon as the bus drives off, it explodes, sending the rest of the bad guys flying in every direction. I’m about to walk away into the parking lot behind me, when I see a car hurtling towards me, swerving back and forth. It’s heading straight for me, so I do an epic slow motion jump over it.

My hand slaps onto the trunk somehow, and I’m instantly stuck to it, with an almost Spiderman-like grip. The car keeps driving, now quickly picking up speed. I lean over and manage to pick the lock to the trunk and climb inside, closing the trunk behind me. I hear over the intercom that Ryan’s been kidnapped, and he’s in the back seat of the car I’m in. He’s apparently incredibly scared, and his heart rate is through the roof, so the mysterious voice over the intercom tells me I need to calm him down. Words now appear in front of me, like it’s the screen of a video game. I’m supposed to sing them out loud to calm him down.

“Whatever happened to predictability…”
My God, is this the Full House theme song?
“Quieter! You’re gonna blow your cover!”
*sigh* ”The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV…”
I feel incredibly ridiculous, but an indicator on the “screen” is showing that his heart rate is going down, so I’m doing it right. Unfortunately, I wake up before I can get to the chorus…

A short fragment here about dogs. Something about a Yorkie doing something or another. Definitely a fragment though.

After my WBTB, I find myself in my old high school, walking through the halls. Everything looks kinda futuristic, like monitors on all the lockers, and people using hovering chairs to get to class. I realize that I just fell asleep, so I’m currently dreaming. I grab one of the chairs as it floats by and jump on, kind of surfing on it as it goes. I pull up on it to make it go higher, and by tilting it I pretty much control wherever it goes. It’s pretty fun, actually, but I remember that I have tasks to do, so I start with my 3-step task. To teleport, I imagine a portal beneath me, and then when my chair is a good distance over it, I jump off and into the portal.

I now find myself running through a long forest, which looks like some Sonic the Hedgehog level. I’m actually running at super speed, which again feels awesome, so I keep going with it. I remember my next task is to phase through a big solid object. So as I’m running, I just decide to run straight through some of the trees. I phase through about 3 of them at high speed, so it doesn’t even feel like much of anything. After the 3rd one, though, the scene starts to glitch out, and suddenly the forest around me glitches out and is replaced by a bunch of TV static in the silhouette of the forest around me. I’m kind of suspended in the static-ness for a few seconds, until a new scene forms. This one looks like another Sonic level, this time on a long highway with a bunch of overturned vehicles. I decide to knock out the 3rd and final task, super strength. Conveniently, there’s an overturned tanker truck near the edge of this bridge that has partially collapsed. I walk up to it and give it a nice shove over the edge, and it falls into the water below. Having completed all three tasks, I contemplate what to do next until I wake up.

I stay awake for a bit, contemplating whether or not to journal this dream. However, laziness takes over, so I just roll over and go back to sleep. I WILD back into my futuristic high school at the beginning of the last dream. It looks slightly different now, almost like a mix between a high school and a Chuck E. Cheese’s (or a Fazbear’s Pizza, if you prefer). There’s even that gross 90’s purple carpet with all the random green and red shapes scattered across, like there is at just about every bowling alley within 20 miles of me. I fly around for a bit longer and think of my next task, until I see a really long, really tall mirror on one of the walls. Well, what better place to work on transforming into a woman?

I land and walk over to the mirror, imagining myself with different lady parts. I notice my legs getting skinnier and my butt getting bigger, so I look up into the mirror. I notice my breasts, but, uh… they’re kinda out of place. For one, they’re uneven, and they’re fairly low on my chest. Okay, lemme try again. I look down and then back up. It’s, um… still not right, now it’s way too high. I try a couple more times, but it never quite works just right. I then decide to check down where it counts, and unfortunately my manly junk is still there (and manly as ever *wink*). I try to make it go away, but every time I reach down to check, it’s still there.

I give up on trying to brute force it, and instead decide to convince myself that I have a transformation pill in my pocket. I reach in my pocket and find two pills, so I pull out one of them. It’s a small, light blue pill with the word “Female” written on it. I pop it in my mouth and bite into it, feeling the strange powder inside on my tongue. I swallow the contents, and suddenly start to feel a pressure in my entire body. When it stops, I look back in the mirror, and notice that everything is in its proper place. I reach in my pants, and sure enough, it’s, uh… not my normal kind of stuff down there. I reach around to “inspect” in more detail, but I end up waking myself up because, uh… well… you can imagine. *coughs*

1 Fragment - 0.5 pts
WBTB - 2 pts
First DILD - 10 pts
Flying (1st lucid) - 5 pts
Teleport + 1st Task - 10+5 - 15 pts
Super Speed - 5 pts
Fully Phase + 2nd Task - 10+10 - 20 pts
Super Strength + 3rd Task - 5+15 - 20 pts
First WILD - 10 pts
Flying (2nd lucid) - 5 pts
Full Transformation - 10 pts
Old Task (Transform into a woman) - 10 pts

Night 12 Total - 112.5 pts

Combining my night’s dreams and my nap’s dreams.

I win a helicopter in some sweepstakes. I‘m going to go show my roommate, but I forget where I parked it.

I’m in some video game with three of my friends. There’s these cool buttons that you can find throughout the game, that give you a ton of XP if you press them really fast. Unfortunately, I didn’t know about how you were supposed to press them really fast, so I only got 1 XP each time. Somehow we get on the subject of lucid dreaming, and I even tell them about DreamViews.

Woke up here, went to class, came back and napped during my 4 hour break.

I’m at my church, playing piano for the service. We’re playing some song I had never heard before, but I was sightreading the sheet music pretty well. There’s a nasty key change where it goes from C Major to C# Major, so I lose my place and just drop out. The worship leader glares at me for dropping out, but continues to sing. I listen to the lyrics a bit as the dream starts to destabilize, and they mention something about mango. I suddenly remember talking to AstralMango in IRC and DreamViews in general, so I become lucid - about 2 seconds before I wake up.

I laid still and managed to DEILD into another dream. I start out standing on top of my bed. For some reason the only thing I think of is to put on some armor, and as I think about this, two metal things extend from my arms and cover my hands and forearms. They’re fairly blocky, kinda like something out of Minecraft, but I feel strangely powerful while wearing them. I test them out by jumping from my bed and pounding my fist into the ground. It makes a loud thud and cracks the floor around me. Huh, I still think I can do better. Let’s bring all 3 floors of this building down. I jump again, and land even harder, pushing through the floor until I go through both stories beneath me. The rest of the building kind of crumbles away, as I walk off towards the nearest parking lot.

There’s these weird creatures walking around, that look like creepers from Minecraft with broccoli for heads. I suddenly realize that I now have a rifle in my hands, so I try to take out a few of them with my gun. Some of them have more than one broccoli head, so I have to shoot all of them to kill them. This continues for a few minutes, until I am interrupted by the sound of my alarm.

1 Fragment - 0.5 pts
2 Non-lucids - 2 pts
DILD - 10 pts
Super Strength - 5 pts
Lucid Chain - 2 pts

Night 9 Total - 19.5 pts

Lazy journaling strikes again, but this time it didn't claim quite as many point victims - just some earlier non-lucids. Mainly I just forgot some minor transitional details of the lucids I had. It's not my fault it's cold outside of my comfy blankets...

After my WBTB, I'm at my old high school, hanging with some friends. We're jumping around the flowerbeds for some reason, when I realize this seems fairly odd. I think immediately to RC by trying to fly, but I can't quite get it right at first. By now, my friends are all wondering what I'm doing, so I say I'm trying to make sure I'm dreaming. I keep jumping, and each time I get a little higher. I've notice by now that my friends are all trying to do the same thing, so I finally have the idea to flap my arms to maintain my height. It finally works, until I get high enough to prove to myself that I can fly, after which I fly off to somewhere else.

I woke up here, because I heard someone coming down the hall (my mom actually confirmed that she went in the bedroom next to mine, so it wasn't just an FA). I stayed up for a few minutes, before rolling back over and going to sleep. I had some definite WILD transitions, possibly some of the cleanest I've ever had. I'm now lying on the ground in this warehouse-like building, so I get up and try to remember what I wanted to do next. I recall my second step of my 3-step task is to teleport. I'm not great at teleporting, but I remember wanting to try it with a portal gun, which usually works in my dreams. I reach into my pocket and pull out the gun, even though it looks and feels more like a rolled-up umbrella. I point it at a brick wall near me and shoot, making the firing sound effect with my mouth. Nothing happens. I try two or three more times, but still nothing. I then tried my old method of drawing the portal on the wall, but even that did nothing. Well, gotta go with the golden rule of lucid dream control - fake it 'till you make it. I charge at the wall where I placed my portal and dive into it. There's a short second where I'm surrounded by blackness (the loading screen as I like to think of it), until the scene appears around me. I'm now at my old house. Well that went better than expected.

I remember my next task that I wanted to complete - summon KestrelKat from my team. I don't even remember what methods I try to use to summon her, but nothing works. Meanwhile, my dad walks in and asks me to help him with his medicine. He hands me his pill bottle, and I read the label:

Directions: Add one Kestrel and stir with warm water.

I bust out laughing. The dream was basically making fun of me for not being able to summon KestrelKat. I lose control of the dream and go into a non-lucid.

I'm helping out at some drama and dance competition at my church. My pastor asks me to take some chairs inside that had been out in the parking lot, so I roll them inside. There's a ton of groups in each room practicing, and every time I try to pass through a doorway to the next room, someone stops me and tells me I can't go in there. I tell them that I'm just passing through, putting some chairs back in the sanctuary, so they let me through. After dropping them off, I get back to the main stairwell, where I see two of my friends dressed up for their skit - one is dressed as an older lady, and the other as her obnoxious teenage daughter. I wish them luck on the competition, before eventually waking up.

WBTB - 2 pts
First DILD - 10 pts
RC/Stabilization - 1 pt
Flying - 5 pts
First WILD - 10 pts
Teleport - 10 pts
2nd Step - 10 pts
1 NLD - 1 pt

Night 4 Total - 49 pts
Competition Total - 90.5 pts

First had a fragment about some weird British comedy show, like Monty Python. It involved these weird horses…

Spoiler for NSFW:

...made entirely of testicles…

...running through the streets, disrupting traffic.

I did a WBTB and then fell back asleep. I’m in my house and quickly realize I’m dreaming. I plug my nose to RC just to make sure, and then stabilize by rubbing my hands and (for some reason) licking my fingers. I get right to work on doing some tasks for the competition. I start with flying, of course, since that’s usually the easiest for me. I’m in the upstairs hallway and try to lift myself off the ground. It’s somewhat difficult for some reason, so I decide to move to my parents’ bedroom, where the ceilings are much higher, giving me more room to fly around. Sure enough, flying is a lot easier, and I stay in the air for quite a while.

There’s a bit of a gap in my memory, but I’m now downstairs on my porch. All the furniture is gone, it’s just the walls and the carpet. I decide to phase through the door, so I get a running start and push my way through. It feels like I’m going through a slab of jelly, but I do make it to the other side. I head back inside, but my mom stops to ask me what I’m doing. I don’t really know how to explain it to her, so I just shrug my shoulders and walk off.

I remembered a lot more of this lucid when I woke up afterwards, but I quickly fell back asleep and forgot a good portion of it. I feel like I did more tasks, but I can’t think of them at the moment, so I guess this’ll have to do.

1 Fragment - 0.5 pt
WBTB - 2 pts
DILD - 10 pts
RC/Stabilization - 1 pt
Fly + 1st-Step - 5+5 = 10 pts
Fully Phase through Solid Object - 10 pts
Interact w/ DC - 2 pts

Night 1 Total - 35.5 pts
Competition Total - 35.5 pts

After my WBTB, I WILD into my living room at home. I realize that I’m an idiot and didn’t pick anything to do for this lucid (maybe because I wasn’t entirely expecting another lucid so close to the last one). I try to think of anything that might be interesting to try out. I somehow recall a lot of people on the forum saying that meditating in a lucid is an awesome experience, but considering how I don’t meditate in real life (and when I try to, I get too distracted by my ADD thoughts), I’m not sure if I should try. But, no better options come to mind, so I figure, what the heck. I sit down in the classic meditation pose, and I actually start to levitate off the ground a bit. The sights and sounds around me seem to get much clearer. So far so good, I guess. Surely this’ll be easier than in waking life with all of its distractions.

In this case I was wrong. My dad walks in the room. (Story Time: Whenever I’m home on break from school, I’m basically full-time tech support for my parents. Apart from fixing computers/phones/TVs/cable boxes/etc., my dad will often interrupt whatever I’m doing about every 10 minutes to ask me some question about his phone/computer/Facebook. The answer is always something so simple that he could’ve Googled it himself, but he insists that I help him. As you’ll see, this habit of his has carried over into my dreams…) He sits down and immediately starts blabbing something about his phone acting up. I remind myself that this is a dream and try to ignore him, but it seems to make him louder. I finally get up and walk out of the room, but he follows me out, still talking about his phone. I run upstairs, go in my room, and lock the door. I can still hear him outside the door, now raising his voice to a shout. Ugh, this is ridiculous. I crack open the window, get a running start, and jump outside, flying off away from the house. Unfortunately, before I can get back to meditating, the dream destabilizes and I lose lucidity.

I’m now in this movie theater with a couple friends to see the latest Disney-Pixar movie. It’s supposedly an IMAX movie theater, even though it’s really just a really wide curved screen that stretches across the entire front of the room. The room is much larger than an actual movie theater, and it looks like it seats a few thousand people. Me and a couple friends are off to the left side, about 10 rows from the front. For some reason, though, the seats are angled off towards the left wall, so I only see a small portion of the left side of the screen until I turn my head really far to the right to see the rest of the picture.

We sit through the first few minutes of the movie, when the movie pauses. Some lady walks to the front of the theatre, and 3 more flat projector screens lower from the ceiling, showing a slide about some charity organization. I can somehow see her nametag from where I’m sitting, which says Hanna on it. She introduces herself as Hanna Montana. “I know what you’re thinking, but I’m missing the last ‘h’. So no, I’m not a widely-adored pop superstar.” I turn to my friend next to me. “To be fair, neither is Miley Cyrus.” My joke made 3 rows around me start cracking up, and my friend even spit out his drink from laughing so hard.

We sit through the movie (which amazingly is only about 10 seconds long), and me and my friends kind of hang out in the theater for a few minutes afterwards. A police officer walks up to my friend Joel and tells him that he’s gonna have to come with him. I try standing up for him. “What seems to be the problem, officer?”
“Well, this hooligan was spotted last night causing a ruckus during a showing of Star Wars, and so he’s been banned from the building. Yet somehow, he managed to crawl his way back in here past our security.”
Joel walks out into the aisle, with the cop behind him. He gets to the top of the stairs, and suddenly makes a run for it. The cop quickly pulls out his taser and shoots him before he even gets out the door. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to see Joel falling to the ground (because man, that would’ve been hilarious to see IRL).

After the movie, I head home, jump on my computer, and play some Minecraft. It’s a weird version of Minecraft in that it’s played from a top-down perspective, making it kinda hard to see what you’re actually building. I somehow discover a secret passageway that leads under this nearby lake, but when I travel down it, I get stopped by this massive scorpion. I’m now fighting it in first person, but I realize all my weapons are gone. The scorpion has pretty strong armor too, so it’s gonna be impossible to fight him in this state. Still, I give it my best shot. I run around him, dodging his tail strikes. He charges towards me, knocking me down, though I do manage to land a few punches on my way down. It doesn’t hurt, obviously, since it’s just a video game, though everything else about the experience feels pretty realistic. After a trading a few more blows, I’m down to one health, while the scorpion has barely taken a scratch. Oh well, it’s not like I had anything valuable in my inventory, guess I’ll just die then.

Suddenly, a glowing arrow shoots from the entrance of the passageway, one-hit killing the scorpion. I look in the direction the arrow came from, and see this guy with jet black hair and a leather jacket standing at the entrance, bow extended toward the monster. I go to thank my mysterious savior, but he just raises his nose at me. “Ha, how could you even come into a level 12 cave without any weapons? Maybe you should go back and do the tutorial levels, you noob!” The world around us fades out before there’s a bright flash of light.

Fair warning, the next part reads like a novel. It was a pretty long, detailed section of the dream. I don’t remember all the dialogue that occurred, but I do remember most of the emotional connotation of it, so I based the dialogue on that.

I’m now in this huge wooden cabin, getting out of this strange white capsule on a metal track. As I get up, I have a rush of false memories in my head that give me a context of what’s going on. I don’t really know how I know these facts, I just kinda suddenly know them. I’m somehow 50 years in the future - I have no clue how I got here, but I’m here. Much like in the book “Ready Player One” by Ernest Cline, the world thrives entirely off of virtual reality. People basically live their entire lives in their personal VR capsule. The cabin I’m in is an “access point”, a place where people can bring their capsules and connect directly to the “hub”, the worldwide center of VR activity. The tracks on which my capsule was positioned were used to physically take users to the hub, and during the journey, the capsules would begin the boot-up process before finally being connected at their destination.

Speaking of capsules, mine wasn’t the best. I seem to recall getting one of the cheaper ones - it was enough to successfully connect to the hub, but it wasn’t meant for the incredibly realistic experiences boasted by VR companies. The screen in the eyepiece wasn’t that high of a resolution, and haptic feedback - the equipment that simulated a sense of touch - was pretty terrible. Everything you touched, from a hard granite countertop to the soft fur of a kitten, registered as the same stiff poke - there was no variance on how hard it poked you, you just knew you had touched something because you were poked. But I was fine with it, I couldn’t really afford much more than that.

And of course, my “mysterious savior” was Johnny Blade. Of course, that wasn’t his real name, but he had used that username to climb the e-sports ranks, so it was what everyone knew him as. Because of his gaming success, he had a ton of sponsorships from all the major e-sports advertising companies, and was on the cover of just about everything. He was a pretty big celebrity. Unfortunately, he was also a pretty big douchebag too. His hair color - which was reflected in all of his video game avatars - was an obnoxiously dyed shade of black that apparently made some sort of fashion statement. That, tied with his signature leather jacket, made him look like a mix between a 1950’s greaser and Biff Tannen from Back to the Future - with just about the same attitude. Lucky for me, he exited his game of Minecraft shortly after I left, and just so happened to exit to the same access point as me, conveniently on the track next to my capsule.

“Well, the least you could do is thank me. I saved your precious level 1 armor,” he sarcastically remarks. “We all know you must have spent a long time on acquiring it, so I didn’t want you to have wasted your life. Lord knows you don’t have much of life to waste.”
“Oh, rest assured, if I had half as many sponsors that you have kissing all over your disgusting feet, I could’ve just bought all the armor in the shop. And I guarantee I wouldn’t be half the snob you are about it, either.”
“Jealous, much? Maybe if you spent as much time practicing as you do whining, you might be able to make a name for yourself. Anyway, I don’t have time for this. Network interviews, photo shoots, you know how it is… Oh wait, no you don’t. Adios, peasant!”

Oh man, I want to slap him so bad. I don’t care if he has lawyers at his beck and call, someone needs to teach him a lesson. I walk back over to my capsule, ready to go back into the hub, when I spot Johnny’s capsule still on the track, unlocked and open. I hesitate for a moment before walking over to inspect it. As to be expected, his capsule was state-of-the-art. Stater-of-the-art than state-of-the-art, in fact, as his sponsors often gave him plenty of new equipment prototypes months before they hit the markets. Well, if someone needs to teach him a lesson, I think I just found my curriculum.

I size myself up - we have pretty similar builds, even though I’m about an inch shorter than him. I lay down in the body-shaped contours of the capsule. It’s a tad snug, but it’ll work. I sit up to press the launch button on the side of the track. I always thought that was kind of a design flaw - that you or someone else had to press the start button on the track outside the capsule before it would launch. I guess I never had that problem on my capsule, since the door closed pretty slowly on it anyway, giving me plenty of time to position myself correctly. Unfortunately, the capsule door shuts almost immediately once I press the button, shoving me into it in a weird, squatted position. My head didn’t even make it to the head portion of the machine.

This is bad. For one, I’m quickly feeling uncomfortable, as the cramped position I’m in is putting a ton of pressure on my arms and neck, so I don’t know how long I can stay stuck like this. Second, I can feel that the capsule has already launched down the track, meaning in a few seconds I will be connected to the hub. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but in my current position, I have no way to get to the controls to close the connection, return to the access point, and exit the capsule. Meaning I will most likely be stuck there a very long time, with no way to escape.

I manage to tilt my head upwards towards the head hole, and push upwards with my legs until I can kind of wiggle my way upwards. Thanks to the anatomy of the human body, and the human-body-conforming shape of the capsule, I can’t squeeze my head through the neck hole. I can barely look up through the hole and see the boot-up screen on the display. It’s fairly simple - a plain black screen with some green text in the top left corner, probably to show version info and all that. I also manage to see some kind of emergency-release latch in the neck area. Hoping that the latch will help enlarge the neck hole so I can slide my way up, I pull it. The capsule door flings open, and I’m quickly thrown out of the machine. I quickly realize what’s happening, and try to grab onto the door as I’m flying out. My hand just barely scrapes the edge of the door, but I ultimately miss and watch as the empty capsule continues rolling down the track out of view.

I take a moment to assess the gravity of the situation. Or rather, the lack of gravity, because I soon notice that I’m just floating, almost like I’m helplessly drifting through space. The track that the capsule was on simply fades away, and I’m left floating in a sea of black, with nothing around me. Until I notice up in the sky, off in the distance, floating green text. The boot-up screen? But, I’m not in the capsule. And even if I was, I shouldn’t be able to see this, I’d still be cramped in the bottom half with the display out of sight. Yet here I was, floating in a surreal sea of nothingness. I pondered this until a bright flash of light brought me back to my senses.

I’m now riding a motorcycle down this street in a suburban neighborhood. Behind me is a cop car with its lights on behind me. Oh great, they found out I stole Johnny’s capsule, and now they’re taking me in. I contemplate running, but I decide to play it cool, it could just be whatever game Johnny was playing last (besides Minecraft, I guess). It’s probably best to just wait it out and see what happens. I pull over to the side of the road, and the cop pulls up behind me. He exits the car and walks over to me.

“Johnny Blade?”
I stay silent. I don't want to say anything that might give me away.
“Your presence has been requested. Follow me.”

He gets back in his car and pulls ahead. I follow behind him for a bit, until we pull into a driveway in front of this red and white dojo, which seems somewhat out of place in a suburban town. The cop gets out and motions me towards the front door. I dismount my motorcycle and walk up the stairs of the porch, and slowly open the door.

The inside is a bit of a pig sty. The carpets are covered in cigarette burns and assorted stains, some of which look to be of questionable origin. I walk into a room to the right, where there’s a group of men wearing white suits and sunglasses. The leader of the group, who looks slightly like Mark Wahlberg with a beard, laughs and motions to his cohorts, who quickly point their weapons at me. “Well well well, Johnny Blade.” Why does everyone keep calling me that? “I haven’t seen or heard from you in years. Didn’t think you had the nerve to show your face around here.”

He stands up and walks slowly towards me. “Did you finally decide to hold up your end of the deal? Or did you already forget?”
Holy crap, what did Johnny get himself into? I have to keep up the charade, since everyone seems to think I’m the real Johnny Blade, just because I stole his VR capsule. But I have no clue what he’s talking about. I should probably play it safe, just say something non-threatening to disarm the situa-
“Well it was kind of hard to remember it in the first place, considering all the bull crap you were spewing last time I was here.”
Of course. Let me just piss of the first guy I meet here, with all his friends ready to blast holes in me with one innocent flick of a finger. I rest assured in the fact that I’m still in the VR capsule, so any “pain” will be nothing more than a few shocks or prods to my chest from the haptic feedback.
The guy laughs again, and motions to the guy next to him, who pulls his trigger, firing a paintball into my ear. Paint splatters all over the side of my face, and my ear starts ringing from the impact. I wince in pain - that actually did hurt quite a bit. “That was a warning shot. Kind of a warm up for my men. Rest assured the next bullet will be very much real.”

I reach up to wipe the paint off the side of my face, when a very scary thought crosses my mind. See, VR capsules, no matter how advanced, don’t have haptic feedback around the ears or face. This is both a safety measure (you don’t want people poking each others’ eyes out in VR) and a technical limitation of the equipment (there’s too much stuff like visual/audio/olfactory equipment and oxygen tubes in the way for there to be any haptic equipment there). Yet I definitely felt that paintball hit and splatter, I definitely feel the paint running down my face, and my ear is definitely ringing. There’s no way to simulate that. This has to be real.

But wait, what about Johnny Blade? They all called me Johnny Blade. I definitely don’t look like Johnny Blade; how could anyone make that mistake? Plus the whole boot-up screen. This couldn’t be real - I’m still in the machine. Aren’t I?... aren’t I? I am saved from answering this question, as I soon wake up.

I had a short lucid this morning after accidentally falling asleep after my alarm. Still, it was long enough to knock out 2 more TOTMs.

After the WILD transition, I am in a Village Inn restaurant (conveniently, where I ate last night). I make sure to RC and stabilize, because the whole dream is kind of fading in and out. For some reason I feel like flipping the table I was seated at, as some sort of RC or something. I honestly don't know what I was thinking. Maybe I was just trying to get some sort of reaction out of my DCs.

I recall the TOTMs that I haven't done yet, and remember the drinking/getting high one. I walk back to the kitchen and open the door to this refrigerator, to find one convenient beer sitting on the bottom shelf. I twist off the top, and as I take my first sip, I immediately lose my balance and fall over. Man, I'm such a lightweight.

I try to get up but keep falling over, until I somehow fall face-first into this small hole in the concrete. It's not very deep, so my body's still like half-way out of it. I take a moment to restabilize, since the dream is still pretty shaky. While I'm at it, I decide to try my hand at getting high. I imagine a blunt between my fingers, and inhale deeply. It takes a couple tries, but I eventually am able to make a huge puff of smoke when I exhale. I start to feel a bit lightheaded, but the dream is pretty stable now, so I crawl out of the hole.

I find myself in a ditch beside one of the sidewalks at my college. There's some kind of electric wheelchair race going on down the sidewalk. But everything seems to be going in slow motion, most likely because I'm high. My vision is really distorted too, almost like tunnel vision. I look down at my hands, and they seem really inflated, kinda like rubber gloves when you blow them up. It all seems, well, like a dream, which makes a lot of sense.* I shake off the high and everything returns to normal.

I think of the next TOTM, which to change gravity for a DC. I watch the people on electric wheelchairs race past me, so I decide to try it on them. I focus on one of them, and try to make him lift off towards the sky. On my second try, I finally succeed, and he and his wheelchair start flying upwards. I stop exerting my energy, and he falls back to the ground. He doesn't really react much, he just quickly gets back on his wheelchair and rejoins the race, like a very determined computer-controlled character in a racing game.

I remember the last task is to enter the void, but I don't really feel prepared for that, with the lack of stability my dream has already had up to this point. Instead, I go flying off towards the finish line of the race, and see several of my friends walking towards this huge baseball stadium. They're carrying a ladder over to the stadium so they can take some of the decorative tiles off the outside of the building. I have no clue what they need them for, but just to show them how it's done, I fly up to the tiles and pull off a few for myself. I notice the dream starting to destabilize, but since I don't really have anything else planned for the lucid (and it was an accident that I fell asleep anyway), I just let it destabilize and wake up.

*In the words of Dan from Game Grumps, "Every time you talk about the effects of marijuana, it drives home 50 times over how you've never smoked weed once in your life..."

So it’s been a long time since I’ve typed up any of my dreams on here. And it’s 2016 now, which I guess means it’s resolution time as well. So in addition to striving for 100 lucids this year (which I managed to accomplish last year ), I’m also going to strive to type out every single one of my 100 lucids. And since I had two good ones last night, there’s no better time to start than right now.

I’m in an episode of the Office, where I’ve just been hired by Dunder-Mifflin. There’s a conflict over where my new desk should go, since it’s currently stashed away in the corner with the rest of the storage supplies. While everyone else is arguing, I walk over and search the storage area and find a neat flute/ocarina thing. It’s even kinda Legend of Zelda themed, with the sound holes on it shaped like the Triforce. However, instead of being rounded in shape, it’s more straight, like a very wide recorder or flute. I’m told it’s a beat-box ocarina, specifically made so you can beatbox while playing it. I try it out, and the song I make sounds pretty cool, but because of the weird shape of the mouth piece, I pretty much flood it with spit.

I wake up here, much before my actual WBTB alarm is set to go off. I go back to sleep, but I don’t recall any dreams before my alarm goes off. I get up for a bit, and then try to go back to sleep, which, much to my dismay, takes quite some time.

Fortunately, the WBTB works and I transition straight into a dream. I’m standing in the backyard of my old childhood house. I stabilize, and am suddenly amazed at how vivid everything is. I try to think of what to do, and for some reason I decide to just try to fly up as quickly as I can. I squat down a bit, and then launch myself up at a pretty impressive speed… straight into a cloud. I can’t see anything above or below me, it’s just a huge fog, so the dream quickly destabilizes.

I’m not sure if I really woke up or just had a FA, but I transitioned into a new non-lucid dream. I’m now in this weird game about alien abduction. I have to keep these cats in the bottom of this Egyptian pyramid from being abducted by these small UFOs that were coming to take them (if you’ve ever played the UFO mission in Majora’s Mask, it’s kinda like that). It’s difficult, but on my third try I manage to pull it off. I then spend some time playing with the remaining cats in this strange little area in the basement.

I wake up again, write down this dream, and then transition back into another dream. I’m now in my old childhood bedroom, which is now set up like my current dorm room. My two roommates and I are all in bed, and one of my roommate’s friends is lying in a sleeping bag on the floor. The roommate and the friend have some kind of argument and the friend storms out. I realize this is weird, but I’m still only kind of half-lucid. I go to get out of bed, only to feel some weird crawling on my arms and back. I turn the light on to find these creepy bugs all over my bed. They’re each about the size of a penny, and they’re shaped kinda like stinkbugs, but with all different colors. I try swatting them off of me, but they keep flying back on me, trying to burrow into my pants. I run over to the computer and do a quick search to find out how to get rid of them. I’m too preoccupied to type, so I just voice search it.

“Hey Siri, search for ‘small, colored bugs that swarm your bed and itch like crazy!’”
Soon after I get a response. “The African Dung Beetle. Prefers dark places, like your buttcrack.”

I soon remember that this is just a dream, so I quickly stabilize, which makes the bugs disappear, or at least not itch anymore. I try to think of a better thing to do than flying like last time, so I decide on some TOTMs. I start with the easiest - find a book and read its title. I walk over to the bookshelf, where all my toys were stored as a kid. I finally find a book and pull it out. It’s a fairly big book, about 300 pages, and on the cover in purple text is the title:

Ensuring Your Wedding Cake is Adequately Sized and Appropriately Proportioned for Maximum Portability
(Because He's Going to be Taking It Home With Him)

I find this incredibly hilarious, so I lose control of the dream, and it transitions to a new scene. I’m now on this weird island, heading to go crash some kind of wedding. I remember that I’m dreaming, so I try to think of the next task to complete. I decide to summon Sensei, both to fulfill the TOTM and to get some help with dream control. I tell myself he’s somewhere at this wedding reception. My vision zeroes in on this one tall, stocky blonde guy (which I know for a fact isn’t what Sensei looks like IRL, but whatever), so I walk over to him.

“Hey Sensei.”
He laughs. “No one’s called me that out loud in a long time.”
“So I still need help with firebending. I just can’t get it down consistently.”
“Well, show me how you’ve done it.”

I do my normal motion, which is kind of a forward thrust of my wrist, like Spiderman launching a web. Much like usual, nothing happens, even after two or three tries. “Ah, I think I see your problem. It's not so much a thrusting motion as it is a throwing one… Have you ever tried throwing playing cards?”

He hands me a deck of cards, and sets up a few bottles on a table near us. He then shouts “Go!”, and starts throwing the cards like ninja stars at the bottles. Not to be left behind, I start throwing them as well. After a few throws, I get the hang of it and quickly pick up speed. I exhaust the deck and slam the empty box on the table. Sensei smiles and tosses his last few cards at me. “Now try it.”

I back up a few steps and try the card-throwing motion, and manage to successfully create a large fireball. “Better,” he says. He then snaps his fingers, and the cards that are scattered all over the table and the floor start floating and go back into their boxes, kinda like the dishes in that one scene of The Sorcerer's Apprentice.

“Man, how do you get that good at dream control?”
“Lots of practice.”

I reach over and take a slice of cake from the table next to me, and I'm about to stick it in my mouth, but I wake up.

I’m on the set of this new Jeopardy-like show. In fact, the set, podiums, and everything I see looks a lot like Jeopardy. It’s even hosted by Alex Trebek. The show is all about lateral thinking, and requires the contestants to link two completely different topics through a chain of related topics (kind of like the game show Chain Reaction, except less wordplay and more actual general knowledge). I was playing along in the audience for a bit, doing absolutely horribly. Then, I for some reason get selected to be a contestant. I’m incredibly nervous, and sure enough, I do horribly. My opponents are flying through the categories before I can even think, and though I do manage to get a few answers, I get completely blown out of the water.

The show finally ends, and I’m very eager to leave, as I feel like I’ve completely embarrassed myself. I make it outside the building, where two of my friends are. They tell me not to worry about it, it wasn’t really that bad. I look over to a TV next to me to see that they’re doing the scene at the end of every episode where the contestants stand and awkwardly chat with Alex about God knows what. Shoot, I think I’m supposed to be in there. I quickly run back inside, but the set is now completely devoid of people. The scores are still showing on the podiums, serving as a not-so-subtle reminder of my horrible performance.

I go over into the next room, and see Alex Trebek and what I assume are a few producers reviewing the footage from the episode. Alex has now changed out of his suit into a pair of navy blue sweatpants, a Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt, and a blue baseball cap. I find it slightly humorous, since he’s usually incredibly professional and fancily dressed. But not wanting to watch the tapes of my failure with them, I continue to move through the building.

I stumble across a couple kids who look like they’re in junior high school. They instantly recognize me from the game show and start to mock my poor performance. I try to tune them out as I keep going, but they follow shortly behind and continue to heckle me. The scene changes a few times, and each time they’re there doing something to me, either picking on me, messing with my things, or just generally being annoying.

Finally, I’m in some kind of park by a river. I’m running up this hill to find these kids with a firehose spraying a large jet of water into my open car. I run and try to grab the hose from their hands, but they run away while continuing to spray everything. I yell that there’s incredibly expensive equipment in there, but they don’t care. I’m finally fed up. I slam my hands into the ground and shout. “ALRIGHT, LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SH*TS!” I feel bad at first because I don’t usually cuss, but something about this seems right. Maybe a little too right. I suddenly realize I’m dreaming.

The kids still aren’t paying any attention. I close my eyes and build up the rage inside me until it starts to burn, literally. I let out a huge scream as my body combusts, and a bit of a shock wave comes out as my entire body catches on fire. I look up. They’re definitely paying attention now. Terrified, they start to run, but I run after them, seeking my revenge. I catch up to each one of them and teach them a serious lesson. I slam the first kid’s head into the ground (it sounds a lot worse than it was), and then kick the second and third kids into the river.

After the dust settles, I sit the kids down in a couple of lawn chairs and explain to them why they should stop acting like a bunch of stupid brats and actually get their crap together. I don’t remember exactly what I said to them, but they seemed to pay attention and receive it well. Also, I may have still been on fire, so there’s probably that too. And then I wake up.

(Shhhhh, this entry's a day late. Don't even worry about it...)

I took a nap this afternoon after classes, and decided to try a WILD for unknown reasons . After a while, I definitely started to notice strong vibrations and HH. I waited for quite a long time before trying to move to make sure I had fully transitioned. Eventually, my torso shot upright in bed, and I knew I was dreaming. Man, that felt like an eternity, but at least it worked. The dream didn’t feel incredibly stable, so I tried rubbing my hands together some, mostly to no avail. I woke up and fell back asleep at least 5 times (probably more), each time finding myself in a different place. As such, it’s kinda hard to put any of these events on a timeline.

I am at this water park, on top of this giant structure full of pipes, slides and ladders going every which way. I notice some of them take crazy directions and even make loop-de-loops. Oh man, this is a Sonic level, isn’t it? How convenient! I jump across some platforms until I reach this long slide downward leading to a loop at the bottom. Instead of sliding, I take off running down the slide at an incredibly high speed and through the loop. I eventually get to a tunnel, so I spin around the loop for a while. I actually get a bit dizzy, so the dream destabilizes.

I’m driving this strange futuristic car. The car is incredibly wide, the outside is entirely chrome, and the inside looks like a spaceship. I decide that since this car looks so much like a spaceship, I should take it flying. I was using the steering wheel, but I manage to change it into a joystick so I can have better flying control. I pull way back on the joystick, but only manage to get a few feet off the ground. The car is hovering, but it is incredibly hard to control, and I keep swerving until I fly off the side of the road. I end up on top of a lake, but I’m still hovering over it.

After several FAs in a row (which I don’t remember entirely), I end up in this very small room with a ton of pebbles as the floor. I’m only partially lucid by this point, and begin to wonder if I’ll ever wake up, since I feel like this whole dream has lasted a really long time. I’m getting slightly claustrophobic in this small room, so I try digging my way down through the pebbles. I go down a few feet, but then fall into an even smaller room. On top of that, all the pebbles from the upper room start pouring in, making the room even smaller. I start freaking out, but then remember that I’m dreaming and I can wake myself up. I start focusing on my breath and breathing hard enough to wake me up. It takes an incredibly long time for it to actually work. Of course, the one dream today that’s actually stable is terrifying as crap. I finally feel the dream start to destabilize.

I wake up in my own bed. My roommate starts laughing because I was making weird noises in my sleep. I begin to explain to him everything, but then I wake up for real.

WILD - 10 pts
Chained LDs (x5) - 10 pts
Stabilization - 1 pts
Super Speed - 5 pts
Old Task: Run at super speed through a Sonic the Hedgehog level - 10 pts
Object Changing - 5 pts
Fly - 5 pts
Use an Ordinary Object (car) to Perform Dream Control - 5 pts

Dream Total - 51 pts

I'm already lucid, and find myself at my old high school. One of my old teachers is in the parking lot, and I’m trying to sneak past her. I try to turn myself invisible, but each time I try to sneak past her, she sees me. After 3 or 4 attempts, I decide to try something different. I summon one of the gloves from Ant-Man’s suit and put it on. I push the button, and instantly I shrink down to a very small size. I run past her to the other side of the parking lot, and then grow back to normal size.

Next, I find myself in this tall house with some guy that looks like Leonardo Dicaprio. I look out the window to see that I’m on the 3rd floor. I remember that one of my personal tasks is to fall from a great height and hit the ground at full speed. I walk to the end of the hallway, get a running start, and then jump out the window. At first, I hit a canopy on the first floor before bouncing down to the ground. I’m not satisfied with this, so I “reset” and try again. This time, I clear the canopy and land in this dirt clearing between the house and the forest. I hit the ground pretty hard, and it makes a fairly satisfying thud. I’m completely unhurt, but there’s no noticeable damage to the ground beneath me. I think about trying it again, but the dream switches.

I’m now in this strange maze. It seems like it’s in someone’s backyard, and it’s made entirely of cinderblock walls. I’m in the maze with 2 other guys, and we approach a small crawlspace with a motion-detecting security system directly above it. The two of them go through first, being careful to not set off the alarm. As the second guy enters the small door, he turns around and smirks before intentionally setting off the motion detector. An alarm sounds, and the door shuts behind him. A laser emerges from the wall just below the motion detector, and quickly aims at me. I duck behind a nearby wall for some shelter. There’s several other monsters on my side of the wall, but I don’t really have much of a choice, since I can still hear the laser firing behind me. I try to stay as motionless as possible, to prevent from drawing any attention. I spot an exit on the other side, past the laser room, so I take off running. I feel myself getting shot in the back by the laser, which burns a little bit every time it hits, but I do manage to make it to the exit before the dream ends.

DILD - 10 pts
Basic Summoning - 5 pts
Use an Electronic Device - 5 pts
Full Transformation (Shrinking) - 10 pts
Gain Invulnerability - 5 pts
New Personal Task - 15 pts
1 Non-Lucid - 1 pts

Night 8 Total - 51 pts
Competition Total - 149 pts

I’m at this strange pool party with a ton of people I don’t know. They’re handing out beers, but I pass. One guy near me, who is supposedly my friend, starts pressuring me into drinking it. I realize I’ve never met this guy before, and this whole situation seems strange… Oh yeah, I’m dreaming. I do a nose plug RC just to make sure, and (although it’s slightly blocked like I have a stuffy nose or something) I can breathe through it. I rub my hands to stabilize, but despite my effort the dream falls apart.

I lay motionless in my bed for a few seconds, and I’m quickly brought back into another dream. I’m now in the main upstairs hallway of my house. I quickly try to remember my tasks for the competition. Probably best to start with the 3-step tasks. I start off running at super speed towards my parents’ bedroom. I’m not incredibly fast, but I’m significantly faster than normal, so I figure it’s good enough. I run towards the window, leap through the screen to the outside, and start flying. I kinda struggle at the start, but then I get back under control and start flying higher. I look down and notice a giant cliff off the side of my backyard. Guess it’s a good thing I figured out this flying thing.

I turn around and land in my driveway, where there’s an old arcade version of Sonic the Hedgehog. Wait, isn’t that one of my personal tasks for the competition? I start playing for a bit, until I realize the actual task is to run through a level myself. Wait, I wonder if I can transport myself into the game. I reach in the back of the machine, pull out a loose VGA cable, and start to stick it in my mouth. I hesitate a bit, since I’m afraid of getting shocked on my tongue, but I remind myself that it’s a dream and “plug in” the cable. I do feel a distinct shock on my tongue, though it’s not as painful as I thought it would be. Some lights start flashing around me and I feel the scenery changing, but the dream destabilizes before it’s complete.

I again lay motionless in bed. It takes longer to transition this time, but I do eventually succeed. I’m now in this old classroom of a high school that looks like it’s just been converted to a storage room. There’s a ton of chairs, boxes, and filing cabinets all over the room, but there’s still a convenient pathway to walk around. There’s also someone sitting at a desk in the corner, but he seems to be minding his own business, so I ignore him. I realize I never actually finished the 3rd step of my 3-step task - teleportation. I try out a technique I read on the forum called “blinking”, where you teleport short distances very quickly, good for dodging attacks. I focus towards the end of the walkway, close my eyes, and thrust my head forwards before opening my eyes (in a motion similar to Jeannie’s in I Dream of Jeannie). I’m now at the end of the walkway, several feet ahead of where I originally was. I turn around and try this several more times, somewhat astounded at how simple and natural it feels. I try to step it up a bit by trying to blink to the other corner of the room. Unfortunately, I don’t really move at all, maybe only a foot or so towards my destination. I realize it’s because I wasn’t really visualizing my destination before blinking. However, before I can try again, the dream destabilizes.

I wake up in my bedroom. Rhett and Link are standing next to my bed trying to wake me up. Link is holding a bowl of pennies, and Rhett explains that the Mythical Beasts all donated pennies as a birthday present. Link points to the package of bacon at the top of the bowl. “That’s from us.” I’m kind of mad that they woke me up from my lucid, but I can’t help but find the situation hilarious. I reach up to remove my sleep mask and earbuds, but then I wake up for real.

Points:
WBTB - 2 pts
DILD - 10 pts
RC/Stabilization - 1 pts
Chain a Lucid Dream (2) x2 - 4 pts
Super Speed (5) + 1st Step (5) - 10 pts
Flying (5) + 2nd Step (10) - 15 pts
Teleport (10) + 3rd Step (15) - 25 pts

Night 3 Total - 67 pts
Competition Total - 72 pts

It’s about time I got back into my journalling. I haven’t really had any super special dreams that are worth journalling, but as the movie quote goes “if you build it, they will come.” So here goes nothing.

I’m at this middle school, already lucid. I’m talking with a friend, who apparently considers me a superhero because of the powers I have in the dream. Apparently I look the part too, as I have a long, black cape on. He asks me to show some of them off to him, and I happily oblige. I get a running start and take off flying. For the first time in a long time, I’m actually flying really fast, and enjoying every minute of it. After a while, I start to hit a strong headwind, and am basically floating in the air and making no forward progress. I decide to grab my cape and manipulate it into a parachute-like contraption to give me some extra height. My plan works perfectly, and it feels pretty awesome too. The whole scenario reminds me of the capes from Super Mario World.



After a while the winds subside, and I continue flying normally. However, at one point I realize that I’ve slowed down and am now flying backwards. I push harder to gain more speed, but I continue to fly backwards. I turn around to see this evil-looking guy behind me in the parking lot with a gravity gun of sorts, which is pulling me towards him. I turn around in mid-air and stop fighting the pull of the gun, which causes me to slingshot towards him at a high speed. I extend out my fist and deliver a super punch right to his face. He flies backwards and the gun falls out of his hands. I get back on my feet and prepare to fight him. He instead uses his gravity-controlling gloves to pick up a dumpster nearby and slam it into me. I hit the ground hard. As I start to get up, he pulls out this small device that looks like a Pip-Boy from Fallout.



He starts explaining that the device generates an infinitely strong gravitational field, and will destroy the world within a matter of minutes. Before I can stop him, he turns it on. The device instantly fires up, and causes a massive distortion in the scenery around it. It starts sucking in everything like a vacuum. I watch as the black hole devours a couple trees, a car, and two innocent bystanders. I start to get sucked in myself, but quickly put a ton of effort into flying away from it. It takes a lot of energy, and I realize I’m quickly getting tired, so I grab a spot on the concrete and hang on for dear life. I don’t remember exactly how, but I somehow manage to stop the machine, which causes everything to return to normal. Shortly after this, I wake up.