One of the most amazing lucids I've had in ages! 11.28.2012The Battle for Your Heart (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Arcadia, a beautiful woman with long white hair (who seems to be some sort of deity) whom I falsely remember dreaming about before, announces to me and the team of people I am with that we must travel to a different part of the dream to eliminate a certain threat. She says it's nothing major, just something that needs to be done. I also falsely remember having this particular dream before, and I want a different ending than the supposed "other" time. We arrive at the house of a rather crazy but seemingly benign family who is supposed to transport us to where we need to go. Their refrigerator is actually something similar to a Tardis in disguise, so they immediately go about cramming me and my team into the small shelf spaces. I am instinctively aware that the family is evil and is going to turn on us soon, but we are too vulnerable to cause a conflict at the moment. I don't want to be attacked while trapped in the tight confines of this refrigerator. Soon, it doesn't matter what I want. The family (who is apparently some type of gang) attacks, but I manage to quickly get myself out and under cover before they can shoot me. A long battle ensues. Much of it involves a deadly back and forth shooting between my team and the crazy gang-family. It isn't long before I run out of ammo. I act as though my gun is still loaded in order to keep the enemy at bay as I search for a new weapon, hoping to do so before they realize that I'm basically unarmed. I'm somewhat surprised that the guns are working in the first place, as they usually malfunction in my dreams. I'm also worried about forgetting parts of what is happening when I wake up, because the battle has been going on for a long time and I know I'm bound to lose parts of it. (Sadly true.) In my search for a new weapon, I happen upon a high tech grenade that, in addition to a fiery explosion, shoots out spinning projectiles that will slice anything nearby to bits. I activate the grenade, shout a warning to my team, then throw it and run out of the house as fast as my legs will carry me. We barely make it out the door before the whole house goes up in flames. The battle against the remaining enemies takes me into the trees, where I am sniping down gang members who get too close. Out of nowhere, mutant zombies similar to lickers from Resident Evil begin scaling the trees toward me. One of the mutations splits it's head open, revealing rows of disgusting teeth along each side of its interior. Adrenaline kicks in and I manage to shoot them all in the head and kill them before they can get to me. With the enemies pretty much gone or sent running, Arcadia appears. "This problem runs much deeper than I originally thought," she tells me anxiously. "You mean because of the zombies?" I ask. "No, even deeper than that." As we walk back to Arcadia's control room, I slip my arm around her waist. She stops and removes it promptly. "Keep your hands to yourself," she reprimands me. "Well excuse me," I scoff with a little laugh, both surprised and somewhat amused at being rejected by a dream character. Grinning mischievously, I walk unnecessarily close to her so that our arms are pressed together. I expect her to tell me to back off again, but she doesn't. Back in the control room, we are suddenly ambushed by members affiliated with the gang. We take cover behind a pillar, taking turns stepping out to shoot. Arcadia is now Alice from Resident Evil. When she steps out to shoot, the enemy shoots first and manages to land a hit right in her chest. She kills most of them from the floor, then I step out and take care of the rest before kneeling down beside her. I see that the wound is very bad. She is moaning in pain. "No, shh, it'll be okay, I'll get you help," I tell her. (I'm pretty much only semi-lucid at this point and don't realize I could just heal her myself.) She tells me that the people in the building next door know her and will know what to do. Leaning down, I kiss her gently: a promise that I won't let her die. She looks surprised. I pick her up as carefully as I can manage, but she still cries out in pain from being moved. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I keep saying as I carry her to the aforementioned building. The man and woman who live there are deeply concerned, but before they can do anything, Alice dies. At her death, her shape disentigrates to a tiny stone figure with a bullet hole in the center. I am shocked. How could she be dead in a dream when I've been willing for her to live? NO, I refuse to let her stay dead! In a weird stroke of dream intuition, I literally breathe life into her through the wound until she is finally herself again, alive and well. Triumphant, I kiss her again. This time, to my surprise, she kisses me back. When I look at her inquisitively, she says I deserve it after saving her life. I smile happily, relieved that she is okay. The dream ends shortly afterwards.
March 16, 2011 Lucid Dream 199: World in Ruins Series: Mind of a Gamer, Episode 2 around 12:30pm DILD Category - Action/Exploration Me and a two others (a male pilot and a female) were in a small plane, flying over a deserted/destroyed city. The plane was almost the exact same one from Resident Evil: Code Veronica. We were looking through the windows down to the streets and could see massive amounts of zombies littering the streets. Suddenly, an alarm went off within the plane. The pilot yelled at me and the girl to go check out the back of the plane. I already knew what was waiting for us back there, so I told the girl to stay with the pilot. I open the door and walked into the large storage area. The back of the plane was open and I saw a shadowy figure in the corner. It stepped out and as I suspected, it was the Tyrant. It sprinted toward me and I dove out of the way. Tyrant was slashing the corner of the plane to pieces with the giant claw on his arm. I began looking for the switch that ejects equipment from the room, but noticed that the Tyrant had been hacking it to pieces the whole time. I thought, "That isn't supposed to happen. How am I going to knock this big bastard out of the plane now?" I continued to dodge his attacks, but he got closer and closer until he sliced a huge tear in my arm. I looked at it and could see the bone in my arm. There was a gash in the bone as well. I started to look around the room in a semi-panic, trying to find something I could use. I heard the pilot calling "mayday" from the front of the plane. He then said, he was going to try and crash land on top of a building. I decided there was only one way to deal with the Tyrant. I position myself right in front of the opening to the back of the plane. The tyrant lunged at me with his giant claw. I jump-turned, so the claw missed, but his shoulder connected with me and we both fell out of the plane. When I jumped, I had brought my knees to my chest and placed my feet against the tyrants shoulder. I grabbed hold around his head with my hands and held on tight as we fell from the plane. I saw the edge of the building that the pilot was crash landing on, so I released my grip and kicked off the Tyrant as hard as I could. I stretched out and managed to grab the edge of the building. I watched the Tyrant fall hundreds of feet to a splattering death as I hung on the side of the building. My plan had worked perfectly. I pulled myself to the top of the building and saw the plane bounce off the roof and then back into the air. It circled around and I noticed that the bastards were leaving me. I turned around to observe my surroundings and saw a skylight. I looked down through the skylight and saw hundreds of zombies rushing up the stairs that lead to the roof. I returned to my "hanging on the side of the building" position and pulled myself up to watch what happened. The zombies busted through the door and began searching the rooftop. I noticed a couple of them were taller and were holding huge machetes. I turned and looked behind me. It was a long way down and the city was destroyed. There were fires scattered throughout and smoke pouring out of several locations. It was dusk and the sun was starting to descend below the horizon. I noticed a harbor nearby and thought, "I could just fly over to the harbor wait it out on the water." I was borderline lucid for a while, but this is when I fully became aware. I kicked off the wall and began flying around the city. I noticed there was a large ship in the harbor and I knew it was Arcadia (the ship from the newest RE movie). I pondered exploring it, but decided to swoop through the city again before exploring the ship. I turned around and headed back for the city. This time, I flew much lower through the city. I felt up and down my legs for my gun holder and pulled out a pistol. I decided I would perform some fly-by shootings on the zombies below. I pulled the trigger of the gun and found out it was a fully automatic pistol. I thought to myself, "It must be a 'metal storm' pistol." After thinking this, the pistol started firing at an unbelievable rate. I began obliterating the zombies below. Their bodies were being torn to shreds by the "god-like" fire rate of the pistol. As I flew threw the city killing hundreds of zombies, I was amazed at how stable the dream was while all of this was going on. I flew back to the harbor which was now much smaller than before (looked like a large pond), Arcadia had now turned into a small jungle boat with a straw roof. I figured I would fly down and check it out. As I landed the dream became unstable and I managed to save it with a few stabilization RCs. I walked through the doorway and saw the boat was unoccupied. There was a mini-store inside complete with a beer cooler and everything. The dream became unstable again and I felt it slipping away. I immediately prepared to DEILD... Series Details With the dream series, "Mind of a Gamer," the gaming world and the dreaming world collide to produce a lucid paradise. Read as I take video game scenarios to the next level. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!
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