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    1. Fragment Collection 3

      by , 10-24-2011 at 05:26 PM (The Erratic dreams of StaySharp)
      Operation Downfall:
      I was waiting together with my specialised fighting team in front of a forsaken building. Someone from the regular police brought us a snack, and a bunch of nothingness happened. He invited us to some sort of festival of protection. As we arrived there 2 of my comrades said "It's silent, too silent", and shortly afterwards we heard screams, the defense platform looked organic, infected. We were attacked by some strange lifeforms who killed everyone else already. We fought our way deeper into the complex, were some other people fought for survival, with no success. I remember the complex was led by some decadent humans, probably the reason for the attack.

      Random game stuff:
      There was some sort of RPG system in the dream and I had 2 points in the rocket launcher stat, and I was in some sort of pub with a portal. I've been shown some scenes of another game and some comments why this game was supposed to be good, the landscapes were mostly snowy. There also were some moves from Donkey Kong (smash brothers).

      Neutron apocalypse cleaner:
      I was on a planet which was in pretty bad shape, sorta fallout like. I went into a building and fought of some enemies, afterwards I activated a self cleaning system (probably an advanced neutronbomb, like the one in Noveria/Mass Effect). All enemies were killed and nothing else was damaged, however the inner structure of the complex slightly changes.
    2. 19 Oct: Colbert & death

      by , 10-19-2011 at 02:07 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      1:00

      Stephen Colbert
      I'm with Stephen Colbert. Don't recall what happened previously, but I'm stealing a kiss from him. He retracts, embarassed. He tells me he is married and can't do that, to which I reply that he shouldn't worry, because it's only a fantasy. I tell him I had recently a fantasy with Jon Stewart to. [Does this make me a freak or a geek???]
      He relaxes and says "ok then", but to take it slow. He tells me he needs to finish writing a bit of a comics book on a super-hero version of him. I ask "but you're just writing the story, right? someone else will draw the actual comics?" and he says "yes, of course". Then he shows me a doll of the super-hero character, all muscled but with his face. He looks like a kid, really amused with it and he says "you know, the doll is anatomically complete." and he pulls the doll's pants down and it has a plastic penis that lifts up. I goggle with surprise.

      3:00

      Briefcase
      I forget a briefcase full of documents of a friend inside a bus. I go back to that bus to get it, but the driver said some lady found it and kept it, in case I'd come looking for it. He delivers me her address. It is a kindergarten, for children of different ages. It is very nice. The kids have cool things to play with. The lady is a teacher there. I talk to her and she wants 15 dollars to return me the briefcase. I'm shocked and I tell her the documents are not worth the money and I'm not willing to pay. I ask if I can use the toilet, to let her think about it for a while and she points me to an outside cabin on some terrace between big rocks that surround the building.

      Death
      From the cabin window I see people on top of the rocks and I feel curious and go up there to. It is a big cliff and on the other side is the ocean. Way down there is some beach resort. I see lots of young people having fun and swimming. I start becoming half-lucid and wonder what all this is about. Then I hear a loud siren and everything changes. Everybody looks sad, saying the time has come. They all walk to the top of the cliff, near where I stand.
      I see to my side three gutters, kind of water slides, going straight to the edge of the cliff. And people are lining up, laying down on them, their bodies becoming really stiff and lifeless as they slide 'till they fall of the cliff.
      One of the gutters has water flowing and takes the bodies on a cascade to the water below. The second gutter takes the bodies with a flow of air and they simply free fall on the water below. The third gutter throws the bodies against a ramp of rocks, before they crash on the water below.
      An old couple is saying goodbye. She thinks she is the only one going and leaving her beloved behind, but once she is on one of the gutters, he follows her by lying down on another gutter. She screams "nooo!" but he says it is his time to go to, because without her he has no more reasons to live.
      Conveyor belts come from under water on the bay below. They recover the bodies and take them up to a kind of disassembly line. First the bodies are chopped up and I see hands, feet, heads... Then the parts are skinned and I see the muscles, bones and tendons exposed. Then they are incinerated and I see carbonized body parts and then ashes. It all comes together as a punch in the stomach. The people who I had seen minutes before, breathing and speaking and loving, had been stripped down by the
      four elements - earth, water, fire and air - and reduced to dust.
      I experienced the most visceral comprehension ever of the ephemerous nature of life and of the inevitability of death.

      5:00
    3. 10/12/2011 and 10/14/2011 - Fragments

      by , 10-18-2011 at 06:16 AM (Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles)
      10/12/2011
      Fragment
      (Ugh. Completely lost a lucid dream. )

      All I really remember is being in the middle of a huge fire-fight, in an office building type of setting. During the gunfight, there was an opposing team trying to storm into our office, and they were shooting through the cubicle walls that we were trying to take up shelter behind. I remember that they were beginning to flank around the sides of the barriers, and I tossed a grenade into one corner of the office, taking out a few of the first gunmen to breach our (shoddy) defense. Running out of places to shield myself, I became lucid. That liberating feeling of being in the thick of a dangerous situation - and then realizing it's all a dream - surged through me. Fearless, I jumped over what was left of my thin shield of wood and sheet metal, that was my cubicle wall, I walked toward the gunmen, threatening to them all that they must either throw down their guns and walk away, or I was seriously about to fuck them all up, single-handedly.

      Don't remember anything that happened after that, though.



      10/13/2011
      Fragment
      I was at the summit of a huge mountain (which might have been Olympus, because I was focusing on the 'become a Greek God' Task of the Month), and fighting some giant, witch-like person/creature/thing. She had been chasing some girl (whom I think might have been MJ) and I through an roof-less corridor, toward the edge of the mountain, and then we would have to jump out of the way, at the last moment, to try to send her stumbling off of the cliffside. We actually failed at this, a time or two, and ended up falling off, ourselves. Then, the dream would 'reset' itself, and we would have to try again. The last time, all three of us went over the edge, and I was able to grab on to a ledge with one hand and help hold on to MJ with the other, while the witch plunged to her death.



      10/14/2011
      Dream Fragment One
      I had been having sex with either MJ or GV. I can't remember which, but it was soon afterward, that I was sitting at my computer, while she slept in the background, naked. Someone walked into the room to tell me something. The door had already been open, and once they relayed the message, they looked over to see the girl, sprawled out on the bed, and then quickly stepped out, closing the door behind him as if he was embarassed at what he'd seen.

      Later, I was in some bar with a couple of friends. I believe that K (ROTC) was one of them. He got up on stage and began doing some karaoke, which I usually wouldn't be caught dead doing (despite the fact that I can sing fairly well), but seeing him up there kind of emboldened me to do the same. (Actually, I remember a Facebook post from K, the other day, where he was talking about getting a singing group together, just for the hell of it.). I don't think I ever got a chance to sing, though.


      Dream Fragment Two
      I really only remember on scene out of this. I was being chased by an enormous, armored horse and rider, through a path in the woods. The horse was about the size of an elephant, and the muscular rider was fairly preportional. The horse continued to charge, as if it was looking to run me down, as a matter of its own, personal satisfaction. At some point during the chase, I was seeing myself from a third person perspective, and it was almost like I was 'guiding' myself through the woods. It felt like I was playing a video game, and I was the avatar. I don't remember ever actually have a controller or anything, but I noticed how hard it was to kind of 'control' myself, like the avatar wasn't very responsive to where I want to go, and it was really cumbersome to keep distance between my pursuer and myself.

      Updated 10-18-2011 at 06:25 AM by 2450

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    4. 09/26/2011 - "Lucid Juggernaut", Fragment

      by , 10-03-2011 at 06:32 AM (Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles)
      09/26/2011
      Dream One:
      "Lucid Juggernaut"

      The very first thing I remember is sitting on a couch, during the day, with a few friends. Without warning, a thunderous banging noise came at the front door. Someone apparently had a battering ram and was trying to bust into the house, while we were inside. Immediately, we all scrambled, taking up our guns and preparing for a firefight. However, with the loud banging becoming more intense, some of us were able to see just how many people were out there...and how many guns they had. We were not about to stick around and be slaughtered, so we all bolted out the back door, scrambling through the neighborhood and catching faint glimpses of hundreds of these heavily-armed thugs, raiding all of the houses in the neighborhood. We were being fleshed out, and our territories were being seized by this faction.

      Before we were able to make it out of the neighborhood, we were cornered by a patch of these thugs. I don't believe we had our guns anymore, and they ended up robbing us for everything we had in our pockets. We could do nothing but stand there and fume over how we were being humiliated by these goons, and how helpless we were. After cracking a few jokes, they sent us on our way. However, after a few short steps, I finally realized how crazy this situation was. I figured out that I was dreaming, and I couldn't be more ready for revenge.

      I turned around, mid-pace, and began walking back toward the thugs, whom had just robbed us. I didn't care how I did it, (or that it really didn't matter, because this was just a dream), but I was about to get our damn stuff back! Lol. They all watched me as I approached, waving my hands back in my direction, and yelling at the armed men to bring it on. Accepting the invitation, they all started firing at me, simultaneously. At first, I began to let the bullets just slam into me, while I continued walking toward them. I had to clentch my fists and brace forward, because they bullets were actually a bit painful, but I tried to just push the sensation out of my mind, while I stalked twoard the men. When it finally became too uncomfortable, I took to catching most of the bullets in my hands, which also stung, but was still effective. However, the men just continued firing, and even with a good level of lucidity, it was beginning to get a little overwhelming. I was still having a good time, though, watching them sh!t bricks when they saw how they couldn't really stop me with all that firepower.

      An idea came to mind. Focusing my intention to use a little telekinesis, I brought my hands in front of me, fingers curled toward on another, as if I were palming a basketball. With the men continuing to fire away at me, I drew all of my attention to the empty space between my hands, and 'willed' all of the bullets to be drawn to this void. The bullets immediately ceased hitting me, and I could literally see them being collected, in this empty space between my hands, as if there were a powerful, invisible magnet floating there. (I had gotten the idea from the Mech Suit scene, in the movie District 9, where the Mech used some sort of technology to catch the bullets in mid air, and collect them into one, floating spot.) Then, once I had a good mass of bullet heads collected in this space, the men finally stopped shooting. They stared at the hovering bullets with awe, and were obviously loss for words. Smiling, I quickly flung my hands out in the direction of the gunmen, launching the spent bullets out of the space between my palms, like buckshot from a gun (which is also what the Mech did, with the bullet tips, in the movie). It was just awesome, and I'm surprised it worked, so effortlessly. The first wave of thugs dropped like stones, and more moved in from around the neighborhood. I basically ripped through them all, using their own weapons against them, but eventually losing lucidity. I was able to keep the control for a bit, but the bullets began to take their toll on me, and I could feel myself dying. Still trying to fight through the sensation of having my energy drained from me, I eventually had to succumb. I ended up dying in the street, seeing myself in the third person as a female friend from my group clutched me and cried.

      (There was a strange transition here, that might have been a completely different dream, where some girl, that might have been the same one, was going down on me in a public place. I remember being lucid here, for a moment, but still a little embarassed that people were watching us and walking right by us, even though I knew they were DC's.)

      The dream then transitioned again (or there is just a lot I am missing), and I was now in some scenario where I believe I was a police offer. I had lost my lucidity again (but, again, I don't feel like it was a separate dream). My female companion from earlier was still with me, and she was acting as my 'partner'. We were in some similar situation to what had happened back in the neighborhood, in that we'd set up some kind of presence in this huge, multi-level office building, but were run out of it by this larger faction. This time it was more of a shadow organization with lots of money, modern security, and lots more firepower than even the thugs from earlier.

      Having failed our first confrontation with these new gunmen, I remember us walking back out toward the parking lot, pissed off at having not been able to bring the group down. Once again, just on the verge of retreat, I realized I was dreaming once again. My disappointment instantly turned to mischeivous glee. Without saying another word, I reached into an open trunk and grabbed a handgun and immediately began to storm my way back into the tall office building, and up the stairs, toward where my squad had just been forced out of. I don't remember much of the battle, but it went pretty much like my rampage through the neighborhood, with guys emptying clips into me, and me just refusing to go down. I remember a specific corridor, where I tried shooting my gun, but it was just like a BB gun, and not doing any damage. Annoyed with this, I walked toward the nearest shooter - allowing his bullets to rip into me, on the way - and proceeded to try to pistol whip him and the guy next to him. Unfortunately, I got that 'sluggish' effect, and was not able to get any power behind my swings. The more intense the fighting got, the more I could feel my lucidity slipping in and out. I remained lucid enough to remember that I had died, during the last rampage, and I became anxious about whether or not this would happen to me again, now. I was able to survive this time, though, keeping myself calm instead of allowing the energy-draining sensation to creep back into me. Once I was done having my fun, I walked back down to the rest of my team, completely unharmed, but still riddled with bullet holes and bleeding from every inch of my body.

      (There was another transition after this, which might have been a different dream, but I don't really feel like it was. It didn't really tie in with the theme from the previous, though, so I will just label it as a separate fragment, even though I'm admittedly not sure whether it was a seperate fragment, or just a continuation of the dream.)


      Dream Fragment Two
      I was with JH, and we were leaving my house (which was actually the house where the ex and I used to live, years ago). My mom had just come home (though she didn't actually live in that house with us, in waking life), and I had to break away to speak to her for a moment. All I can remember about talking to her was catching her on the front porch, and seeing that she was wearing a very nice, red dress, and really long hair.
    5. 09/19/2011 and 09/20/2011 - "Hoverbikers", Fragment

      by , 10-03-2011 at 06:28 AM (Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles)
      09/19/2011
      "Hoverbikers"

      I don't remember very much of this one, but I was in what seemed like a Final Fantasy type of setting, and in a motorcycle chase, much like the one that Cloud had against Yazoo, Luz and Kadaj, on Advent Children. However, in this dream, we were actually on hover-bikes, that were a lot like the bikes in the game Jet Moto (which I saw an ad for, just the other day). There was one specific moment, that I remember leaning back on the bike as I soared down a steep, declining highway at breakneck speed, feeling like I was riding on a rocket.

      Later, we found out that there was some sort of big conspiracy going on, and the cops of this Midgar-like town were killing off newcomers, to keep them from learning some type of secret. The last thing I remember was trying to escape some part of the city that was just crumbling down around us, while being bombarded with explosives.



      09/20/2011
      Fragment
      All I remember is that I was a Broly type of character, and I was brawling with another really powerful villain. We were flying through the air and firing energy blasts at each other. We were also tearing through buildings like during the Z-fighters' first encounter with Broly, on the The Legendary SuperSaiyaJin DBZ movie.
    6. Abducted and experimented on - Escaping from a Nightmare

      by
      Hyu
      , 09-30-2011 at 04:04 AM (Hyu's Adventures)
      Recently some of the abilities I can confidently use in lucid dreams have appeared in my non-lucid dreams.
      I occasionally find myself using them without thinking or realizing that I am in fact dreaming.
      The most common ones I use are "Fire" and "dragon eyes".
      They're both abilities I associate with dragonic powers in my lucid dreams.
      Creating and manipulating fire is rather straightforward, using the dragon eyes not so much.
      If a DC looks into my eyes whilst I have the "dragon eyes" open, I can order the DC to perform any action and he will obey.
      This works with most DC's, except those who seem unnaturally strong. (those who present themselves as other dreamers or other conscious entities)


      I'm at university, attending some kind of lecture.
      The dean enters the classroom and asks if I can come with him.
      This doesn't really surprise me, I sometimes help the school with some stuff, I assume it's about something related to that.
      I get up and follow him.
      He opens his office. There's 3 men inside wearing suits... weird.
      He closes the door without entering.

      "Mr. Zimmer?"
      "Yes? Can I help you?"
      "Indeed you can, we're from the FBI."
      "Oh? What brings you to Germany?"
      "You do, Mr. Zimmer... Or should I call you 'Hyu'?"

      I'm confused and feel horribly uncomfortable, as if I had committed some sort of crime.
      But I know I have not. Yet I am Hyu, but how do they know? It's the nickname I use on the internet, is this related to some of my online activities?
      It's the Fbi, they have no jurisdiction here.
      I try to remain calm.

      "Mr. Zimmer is fine. Please explain yourself, what do you want from me?"
      "We want you to come with us."
      "I'm afraid I'll need an explanation before I'm going anywhere, you have no jurisdiction here."
      "Indeed, we do not."

      The agent pulls out a gun and points it at my chest.
      I freak out as he pulls the trigger and I feel the pain of something penetrating my skin.
      What the heck? This wasn't a bullet! He shot me with a tranq gun.
      My body goes numb and I fall to the ground...


      ... I regain consciousness. It's cold...
      The room I'm in is dark and moist.
      I'm wearing nothing but underpants, and I am constrained on a metal chair.
      The metal is really cold... and it reeks. I'm scared.
      I try to move my arms, but I can barely move them a few millimeters.
      They are chained to the chair at multiple locations.
      I start panicking and try to pull myself loose.

      But I quickly understand that there is no way that is going to happen.
      My legs are chained in the same way my arms are, there are multiple belts as well, keeping my body constrained to the chair.
      The system is so solid and complex that I can't even turn my head.
      Fuck!

      I try to calm down. I need to think.

      Someone enters the room... he's wearing a doctors outfit... it's full of blood stains... fuck fuck fuck.
      He studies a chart and then approaches me.
      He turns on a spotlight attached to his headband, which blinds me.

      "Who are you???"
      "..."
      "Where am I?!"
      "..."

      He doesn't give a shit and completely ignores me.
      At first I think that he'll inject me with a huge syringe, but he actually proceeds to drain blood from my left arm.
      He's fucking disgusting. He smells horribly, as if he hasn't showered for weeks, and he doesn't look any better than he smells.

      Fuck this!

      I try to channel energy in order to set him on fire... but it fails miserably.
      Red lights on bracelets on my arms start flashing... and that's it... nothing happens. There is no fire.
      I realize the bracelets have tubes that feed into my arms... what the fuck?

      "Heh. Stupid shit. You're not going to use fire magic for a long time."
      "Guard! We're taking him with us. I want him to see something..."

      A guard enters the room and unlocks some of the chains.
      He then forces me to stand up and follow the doctor.
      The chains around my body are still massive. It's a complex setup of massive steel locks.
      The whole apparatus is heavy, I have a hard time walking with all the weight I have to carry.
      There's no way I'll be able to resist.

      I am brought into a room similar to the one I was held in.
      There's 2 prisoners inside.
      A girl and a guy, both about my age.
      I quickly realize that the girl is dead.
      It looks like she died of blood loss, which she lost through her eyes.
      How horrible!

      The guy seems quite scared. He looks at me, and I can see the desperation in his eyes.
      He knows he is going to die.

      The doctor approaches him. He is going to inject him with the blood he's taken from me... why?

      "They're going to kill me... just like they killed the girl."
      "Your blood killed her."

      The doctor intervenes: "Shut your mouth."
      But knowing what's going to happen to him, he doesn't care.

      "If there's anything you can do... do it."
      "They will torture you until they find a way to extract your abilities... and after that they'll have no more use for you."

      Fuck... if this is true... I have to act now... but how? I can't do shit with these bracelets.
      The doctor gets ready to insert the needle into his arm.
      I can feel the adrenaline pumping...

      ...

      The bracelets... they prevent me from using fire...

      "Hey doc!"
      "Shut it!"
      "You know, this is not going to work, you can't transmit the fire genes like that..."

      I'm pulling this out of my ass... I just need him to look me in the eyes before he performs the injection.
      Maybe they don't know what I can do if someone looks into my eyes, maybe they only know about the fire.

      "... Those tricks are not going to work. Don't waste my time."
      "Don't inject him and I'll tell you how to transfer my powers..."
      "... I've actually got them from someone else, I wasn't born with them."

      This is never going to work...
      He turns around and looks at me.
      Or maybe it will?

      "Bullshit!"
      "Look me in the eyes, do I look like I'm lying to you? My fucking life is on the line."

      And he does.
      Got you!

      I open the dragon eyes and stare right into his soul.
      I can see every bit of evil inside of him. What a disgusting and horrible person.
      He tries to resist, so I push it.
      His eyes turn bloody... he won't be able to take this for long.
      I need to hurry up.
      I order him with my mind.

      "Undo the bracelets!"

      He approaches me like a puppet and begins deactivating the bracelets.
      The guard notices and freaks out, yelling at the doctor to stop.
      But he doesn't... he can't even hear the guard, he can only hear the overwhelming voice of my mind.
      The guard pulls out his gun, but it's too late.
      The bracelets are off.

      The concentrated fire bullet I just launched at him hits him in the head and splits his skull.
      He drops to the ground dead.

      "PLEASE! Help me! I can get us out!"
      "I know the way, and I can open the doors."

      I don't have a choice, I have no idea where I am.
      He's wearing bracelets as well.
      I concentrate some fire onto them and they stop working.
      He closes his eyes and all the locks on his and my constraints unlock at once.

      "I control electricity. I can control most electrical devices."
      "That's useful..."

      I spot a small red led at the top of the room... fuck... a camera.

      "We need to get out. Now!"

      He gets up and we start running.
      The corridor outside the cell leads straight to a big steel security door.
      He opens it with his ability. It starts lifting upwards.

      But behind it, a whole armed task force is waiting for us.
      In panic, I prepare to set them all on fire, but it seems my new buddy got this.
      With a simple hand motion, he creates an electromagnetic field dragging all their equipment towards the ground.
      The belts of their machine guns prevent them from getting back up and we just run past them.

      This guy is amazing. He locks all doors around us, except for the ones we need to escape.
      We encounter little resistance on our way out since everyone is locked in other rooms.
      Finally we reach an elevator and get inside.

      Apparently we're at level "-28" which is also the lowest level.
      Where the fuck are we.
      It goes all the way up to "0", which is where we are going.

      The elevator doors open and we get out.
      We're in a rather small room, with some sort of reception and a big steel door which presumably leads outside.
      I can see a nuclear warning sign on it... I see. We are in an old nuclear bunker.
      A girl working the reception freaks out once she spots us and grabs a phone.

      "Do yourself a favor and don't bother..."

      I feel more confident now that we're nearly out. I'm not really that scared anymore.
      She drops the phone and puts her arms in the air.

      "Good girl."

      My new friends opens the door with a wave of his hand and the bright light from outside blinds me.
      We step out, not seeing anything, but then my vision normalizes...


      "Fuck..."
      "Yes. I thought you knew how to get out?"
      "We are out. But I had no idea where the fuck this facility actually was..."
      "Well shit..."

      We're in the middle of the desert.
      You can see extremely far from where we are, but there's nothing to see but sand.
      Never ending sand and the fucking door leading back into the nuclear bunker.

      Armed forces stream out of the bunker pointing their machine guns at us.
      There's a guy in a suit with them, presumably the leader of whatever is going on in the bunker.

      ... Hold on a second... I can teleport, can't I?
      Or... wait...
      WHAT THE FUCK?

      I'm angry... I'm properly mad.
      "WHAT IS THIS SHIT?"

      The guy I escaped with is confused.

      "What?"
      "THIS IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!"

      I'm so pissed. How did I not notice.
      I need to unleash some of this anger...
      I approach the guy in the suit.

      Everyone starts shooting at me, emptying their magazines, but the bullets just bounce off me.
      What do they expect? I'm lucid, they can't do shit.

      I grab the guy by his neck and lift him off the ground.

      "If you meet my subconscious, kindly ask it: 'What the fuck?'"

      I set him on fire. The flames are purple, and so strong that he immediately disintegrates, not even leaving behind any ashes.
      In my anger I call out to Faye, associating her with my subconscious and thus as someone responsible for this nightmare.

      "FAYE!"

      She appears and immediately makes me a sign to let her say something first.

      "I didn't do this Hyu. This is not my fault. It wasn't me."
      "Then who did?"
      "No one... nightmares don't work like that..."

      I finally manage to calm down.
      And then I realize something rather important.

      "Sorry Faye... I didn't mean to be angry at you."
      "And I get it now. This is actually a positive experience, not a negative one."
      "Aha! How so?"
      "If I had this same nightmare and I wasn't lucid dreaming, I wouldn't have been able to break free from it."
      "The habits I've acquired in lucid dreams have helped me to escape from this nightmare, and from many others before."

      She smiles in agreement.

      I feel a lot better, somewhat refreshed actually.
      Beating a nightmare feels good. I feel strong, like I have an ability that most people don't.
      The dream fades away...
    7. 09/15/2011 - Fragments, "Friends 'til the End...and Then Some", "The Undead of Winter"

      by , 09-28-2011 at 01:22 AM (Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles)
      09/15/2011
      Dream Fragment One
      All I remember was that I was in a house that I thought was my own. I walked outside, and it was night time. Looking to one side, I noticed that the outside of the house was definitely not my house. For one brief moment, I realized that I had no idea where I was, and that this had to be a dream. Unfortunately, I woke up immediately after this realization.


      Dream Fragment Two
      I was driving around, downtown somewhere, with MJ. We were just hanging out for a while, but I don't really remember too much that went on.


      Dream Three
      "Friends 'til the End...and Then Some."

      This was a really strange dream, and I'm not sure if I can remember the exact details, because it was kind of confusing. I was not actually a participant in this dream. I just seemed to be watching it. Apparently, there were two middle-aged women, who were extremely close friends. One of them - a brunette - really reminded of Rosanne Arnold. The other woman - blonde - was being abused by some deadbeat dude, and ended up getting critically injured by him. (I don't believe she died, though.) Later, her friend had done something to the man, in order to get revenge. I can't remember what it was, but she definitely put him in his place. She might have killed him. I'm not sure.

      However, the twist came when the brunette woman was sitting in her home one night, and she picked up the phone to call her friend. My disembodied perspective came in on the conversation, as she was sitting on her bed and explaining to her friend about how she avenged her friend and 'got the bastard' that critically injured her. Suddenly, I could hear her friend on the phone. Her voice was filled with sorry, and it seemed so much more like she was talking to herself, rather than talking to the friend who was telling her about how she's gotten the man back for what he'd done. I could hear the blonde's muffled voice through the phone, sobbing to herself about how much she misses her friend (the brunette), how she wishes she was still alive, and how she hated the man that killed her beloved friend.

      The brunette was visibly shocked by this. She called into the phone "hello?? hello??!", trying to get clarification, but it seemed that her blonde friend couldn't hear her. It was if the phone call was not actually happening, and she was just somehow listening to her blonde friend talking to herself. Then, the brunette began to piece together what was going on, and my perspective followed her recollection as if it were a movie flashback. It showed that the brunette was actually the one who was attacked by the man in question. I saw a quick flash of her getting struck down by him, and then another flash of a funeral service. The brunette woman was in an open casket, and her blonde friend was standing nearby. My perspective then switched back to the brunette, in her room, still clutching the phone. The realization came to her (and me, of course), that she was the one who had been killed, and that everything that had happened after her death (killing the man, talking on the phone to her friend) was all just fabrications of the afterlife that came with her apparent inability to accept the fact that she had died. My recollection of the dream faded as the woman was just sitting on the bed with the look of complete shock on her face, trying to make sense of just what the hell happened to her.


      Dream Fragment Four
      I was laying on a couch. On the couch with me was the brunette from the previous dream. The blonde was sitting on a nearby loveseat. Having no idea that I was still dreaming, I was explaining the previous dream to the two of them, as if they were my waking world friends. They listened intently, while I recounted all the details.


      Dream Five
      "The Undead of Winter"

      (Another crazy one, and I have the feeling I'm missing a lot that went on, before my initial recollection of the dream begins.)

      I was in an enormous mansion, along with some friends. The first thing I remember is that we had done something we weren't supposed to do, and ended up unleashing a horde of zombies from deep within the mansion. Once they were unleashed, they just began streaming out of every door and hallway, in absolutely insane numbers. We all ran for our lives, trying not to get lost in the building. I remember the final stretch of hallway, leading toward the exit, and ducking and dodging all of the flailing, undead arms that were reaching out for us as we passed.

      When we finally made it outside, we found ourselves in a snow-white clearing. It looked like this mansion was secluded out in the Alps, or something, with the tundra-like setting all around us. The zombies continued to flood out of the mansion by the thousands, and we had something of a stand-off, out here, because it seemed like all directions were blocked by impassable landscape. I remember having some sort of contraption in my pocket that helped point me out to where any potential weapons were. However, with the zombies beginning to box us in, there was no way that I could get to any of them. They eventually closed in on us, and I remember dying at least once.

      Before I knew it, I was back inside the mansion. We had just accidentally set the zombies free (again), and they were filling the mansion again, while we made our second escape. With some awareness of what had happened, the first time, I pulled out my 'weapon-finder' much earlier, on this second run. As soon as I exited the mansion, I took a sharp right and dashed toward a crowbar that the gadget had directed me to. I picked it up and began bludgeoning the creatures back, as best I could. There were far too many of them, though, and they just kept on coming. We continued to be pushed back to the rough terrain, as we had before, but we somehow figured out that these zombies only advanced on us when we were looking at them, and whenever we would turn our eyes from them, they would either freeze up, or wander about aimlessly. (I also remember something about music being involved, and how music being played also caught them to wonder around at random, instead of toward us. It all felt like a zombie-apocalypse game I tried out the other day on the PC, where the zombies wouldn't come close to you, unless you were moving around and drawing attention to yourself, but a little different. Can't remember the name of the game, though.)

      Using this knowledge of how to stun them to our advantage, the last thing I remember is our group working together to stun them and toss grenades into the fray, when there were enough of them in a single spot to maximize damage to the horde. However, we knew that we just did not have enough resources to take them out, and they continued to stream out of the mansion in numbers that didn't seem to show any signs of dwindling.
    8. Death Joints and Goblin Attraper!

      by , 09-22-2011 at 10:21 AM
      non-lucid - Notes - lucid

      22-09-11 Shitty recall, went to bed with the intention of meeting the Ayahuasca guy and chilling in the event of lucidity, maybe play around with my Blasting Rod, which is not a euphemism for a sexual organ.

      Went to bed around 1:45 GMT+1 and was up about 10.

      Remember having quite the number of dreams, but only one really stuck and even this is with fairly poopish recollection.

      Here goes


      Death Joints and Goblin Attraper!

      I am in a hospital setting, though the surroundings seem more like the room is located in a sewer. There is a patient on the table and there is a female doctor working on him. She is using a plant or the extract of a plant and manage to cure him of whatever ailment it was that he had.

      It turns out to be a brain disease (I later discover it to be caused by the same plant that cured him). Either the dream shifts or we move rapidly from the sewer setting out in to a natural setting. We are in a park there is a woman with me, a researcher, maybe Kaomea, not sure, but I don't think it is the same doctor who treated the other guy.

      There is another patient and I look at him from a distance. His head is swollen (BADLY!) and there are discolourings that are somehow luminous, but also look like blood poisoning at the same time.

      The guy is in a bad shape and he is rambling. Not sure if the rambling is caused by the disease or a love craze for the researcher accompanying me. He wants a picture taken of his head and he wants to show her that finally he has a big brain. He thinks she will find it attractive.

      The PoV shifts from the side of the bloke to up above him. As his brain continues to expand at a rate his skull cannot follow he just dies. Nothing fancy, all of a sudden he is just still. A bit creepy.

      Skip

      We have the plant and we are running towards the spot where it is to be planted. I find it a tad weird that it is in the middle of the park accessible to everyone, but she insist. We find the spot and all of a sudden a guy comes running towards me and past me with helicopter gun ships on his tail. Shots are fired and I see splinters from trees right in front of me.

      I take my posse and dive towards the right and we run to a little hole in the ground that has obviously been prepared for just the plant. The researcher runs and starts putting the plant to ground (Seeing her now she reminds me an awful lot of my partner from the shootout from a couple of nights ago, so in retrospect it is probably Kaomea).

      Note: Next time lucid find her and pay attention to how she freaking looks/feels!

      However there is little time and we have to abandon the plan, I am not sure because of the feline/troll faery or he comes immediately after, but when I see him I turn lucid.

      The fae is interested in the plant, for hidden probably malicious reasons. He is in a shelter by the side of the gravel road, it looks normal except the doors to the place is more like gates that can be pulled down or up.

      He is sat in the house and his body is weird. Overall it is mainly feline but his arms are extremely long and you can see the power in both upper and lower arms. Besides that he has hands, opposable thumbs and all. He is partially or fully naked, though I think he has a cloth covering his groin. His skin looks rough and a bit tanned and his hair is completely black and looks a bit like a mane.


      Lets step out for a bit: I am aware that this doesn't sound like a faery to you guys, but if you have read the Dresden Files you will remember that many a creature are of the fae ^^

      He shifts his gaze around and spots us. I immediately get the feeling that he only perceives me as a disturbance and he charges me. He could easily rip me in half, and due to his odd looks I am a bit anxious when I, based on my intuition alone, drop to one knee and compliment his home. Had he not been faery this would have been the end of me. Instead he stops mid charge and looks at me somewhat confused.

      The researcher and another guy (maybe the one who came running) are a bit ahead of me, not in danger of the fae as he wants something from them. In all fairness it might be better to call the bastard a goblin, which he looks like more, which essentially still makes him a fae, though of the Wild Court. and are pretty much already in the little shed.

      The goblin shifts his eyes to the prize and I am left outside. I look at the goblin intently and eventually, because I complimented his house, he waves an arm around in a common cross cultural gesture “come inside”.

      “I thank thee humbly for thine hospitality and your graciousness as a host accepting me into your house as a guest”. It actually comes out rather well though my voice is a bit muddy at times, I think to myself that this little speech is rather good compared to my normal lucid speaking. The speech serves a function though it, it serves to establish a traditional and sacred bond between host and guest the faeries MUST adhere to. It serves to ensure my safety, as the goblin must protect me as he would himself as long as I am his guest.

      The runner looks at me and his face is now that of Daniel (my upstairs neighbour) and he gives me a mischievous smile of recognition. He might as well just have said “Nice one!”, he is also aware of the rules of the fae. The reason it works I think is a combination of the compliment, and timing of my little speech. The goblin is a freaking junkie and only really wants the plant, so with that as a distraction he doesn't really know what he is agreeing to.

      The goblin gets the plant and the runner and the researcher is huddled down in the back of the building. There might be a small stream of water in the house. I stop to wonder at this point if I should start exerting direct control, but the plot of the story is just too damned good to start ruining it like that ^^.

      We have to get out of here and I start looking for ways to achieve this. I have a slight (rather, a MASSIVE!) advantage over my friends, being a guest, whereas they are prisoners. The goblin has taken the plant and is now up in the corner under the roof of the shed. His body has turned redish and blue in some areas, and I discover why, he is smoking the freaking plant.

      Right next to him a smoke detector, appears. Difficult to explain. There is an incipient smoke detector that manifest when I look at it. I come up with a plan. I am going to burn the building down and utilise my status as a guest to ensure that the goblin will have to focus on me and my safety while my friends escape.

      I ask the runner if he has a smoke, he hasn't. For some reason I know there is no reason in asking the researcher. So I turn to the goblin and ask if I can bum a cigarette. He looks at me a little while before he throws me the “death joint” he is smoking.

      I catch it in my shirt, by the elbow. It is one of my favourite shirts and now I have a different problem, I had hoped to acquire a lighter so I had a more direct means of starting the fire. However I still have my shirt and I contemplate if I should just set fire to myself or take it off and start a fire in the building.

      I feel the dream fade and wake up before I can see it to completion.
    9. Death by Zombies (four times in a single dream)

      by , 09-15-2011 at 04:36 PM
      Reading something here on DV triggered a dream memory from about a week and a half ago. I had this dream while I was traveling so I didn't record it like I should have. But it is significant because I died four times in the dream. I have died before in dreams--but not four times in a single dream. Let's see what I can remember of it.

      I remember I was being chased by zombies. I remember running into a pool of water to escape from a horrible zombie death. But the zombies were coming and I had to put my head under the water. I held my breath. I could see shadows of the zombies near the pool. I knew I was going to die one way or the other. I chose death by drowning. I could feel myself getting lightheaded, dizzy, and then finally blacking out.

      Then I was on the run again--as another person, I think. I was with someone else, and together we ran as fast as we could trying to get away. But, unfortunately we rounded a corner and ran smack into a group of zombies. I was suddenly surrounded by zombies. They crowded around me. I could feel one grab my head. I felt a slightly painful jerk....and I knew I had died.

      Then I became the other person I was with. The zombies grabbed hold of me. I wished for another quick death. But I didn't get my wish this time. I was lifted so I was horizontal. Then several zombies started taking bites out of my legs. It was horrible and painful. How long would it take to die this way? I panicked. I couldn't take this any longer. I willed myself to die. And suddenly I was dead.

      At this point I no longer remember the fourth death. I only remember that there was one.

      Updated 09-15-2011 at 04:42 PM by 5578

      Tags: death, pain, zombies
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      non-lucid
    10. Graves, CatPelts, Closet Void, Blizzard

      by , 09-13-2011 at 12:41 PM (A's Night Lives)
      1. I was cleaning up a grave yard. Someone had tipped over all the tombstones and I took it upon myself to right them. At some point I also fell into a grave that was half dug open.

      2. I was at a house helping someone with repairs. We came into a room to discover hundreds of cat pelts laying all over the floor. Some still had the heads attached. I had to find out who would do such a terrible thing.

      3. Lucid: Woke at 3:13am, drank, back to bed
      Dream started off OBE like. I floated out of my body and into a vertical position before landing on the floor. I began looking through drawers and cupboards with the feeling that something important was waiting to be discovered. A hallway closet was empty, a void. I picked up a shoe and tossed it into the void. It disappeared into the darkness. I don't hear it land anywhere. I decide to just do it and jump in. But I didn't fall down. I fell forward and horizontally into the blackness. I keep falling and I do not recall if I fell into a new dream or if I might have awakened.

      4. I was outside when a vicious blizzard decides to strike. I can't even see a foot ahead of myself. When the blizzard finally dies down I am surrounded by giant snow drifts. Shapes adorn the drifts. Some are just hand prints. Others are names. One is a large heart that is a message to me. I can't remember the message but I stomped through the snow to write a message back that said, "I know. See you soon." I then tried to find my way to shelter.
    11. Kayako

      by , 09-12-2011 at 10:34 AM
      I had a dream that Kayako, girl from the grudge, who was presumed to be gone for good, was seen in a reflection and had thus started hauting and killing.

      I was in a house which was just two doors down from mine.It was grey and bland - there was no real life in the way the house was presented. There were two significant rooms in this dream. They were both big living rooms. One was upstairs and had a TV in the corner. There was also one downstairs which had a huge table in the centre.

      There were people in the house. There was someone at the table downstairs. There were 3-4 people upstairs, one of which was pregnant, who was sat at an armchair across from the television. I could see Kayako in the TV set, which was off. When she attacked, she came out of the pregnant woman's mouth in a process which turned the woman's face grey and evil.

      I moved downstairs to leave the house. There was a body on the floor which I forced myself not to look at, remembering the way the woman's face changed upstairs.

      Thinking I had escaped, I was now outside a massive building with huge windows all around it. I looked into the dark window and saw the frain reflection of Kayako stood behind me.
    12. 30th shared dreaming attempt- whiterains dream

      by , 09-11-2011 at 02:39 PM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      whiterains dream

      a few memorable moments from last nights random epic. i bought 3 lion cubs even through i knew it was stupid. i had to try and give them to a lion sanctuary in the end and was gutted to see them go, they were really playful and still realy tiny.

      at some party/festival and everyone is sharing around food. i giv this guy something and he mutters something abut being allergic and then dies. i spend the rest of the dream in extreme guilt and get weird looks from many of the hundreds of people there. the whole thing has a real set up feel to it, like it was somehow always destined to happen

      most of the rest of it was about girls so not really worth writing up
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      non-lucid
    13. From Party to Party

      by , 09-07-2011 at 04:29 AM
      20 Aug 2011

      We were having a party somewhere but I was not there. Many others were in and around the same place as me. I was hanging around Pokolbin Street, Broadmeadow to redirect people to the new venue. For some reason KnowingNoMore ran past and would not stop for our attentions. Some other random and I chased him up towards the school and across the road, he yelled something about a family tragedy, then back down the other side but I needed to go to the toilette so I ran into the house where I thought KnowingNoMore lived and some rich, late 50s woman allowed me in. I went in to the bathroom, only to discover that her husband was showering in there. The wife also returned and they were showering together. They complained about my behaviour and threatened to kick me out if I refused to give them sex therapy. This was a horrible situation for me but I had no choice unless I wanted to wet myself. They both got off while I was there, I will say no more on the subject as it is not nice to recall but I do remember that the couple were in fact in two places at once. They were in the shower and also at a cocktail party where they had certain problems with their hygiene. Some time later, my family and I were going on a long trip. On one particular leg, we had to climb high into some mountains and then back down the other side. The descent was the hard part. We had been traveling for a very long time and were relieved to be nearly at the end of our leg. The descent was steep and twisted sharply above cliff edges. On top of this difficulty, we had a bottle which had to be carried with us, safely to the base. It was usually kicked down the path as we needed both hands each to balance. On the second last hairpin, we nearly fell. They had been getting progressively worse. The last one was too tight for my dribbling abilities so I picked up the bottle and threw it to a safe location on the path below. On traversing this last bend at the peril of our lives, we came out on a long flattening area leading up to the carpark of some council flats. Having taken this in, I realised that the bottle was now running away so quite naturally I sprinted after it. I jumped onto and over several cars in a line and eventually caught the bottle. At this point I noted that I had almost cleared an entire car in one jump and attempted the like again with about as much success as a snake. But heads up, I had crushed in the roofs and bonnets of many cars and many alarms were going off. We thought that they would be ignored but no such luck. The council flat occupants were all coming out to see what the noise was. We had to run and blend in. Someone, possibly a member of my family tried repeatedly to enter the flats' building but was foiled at the last minute every time. Was entry here our goal? I walked around the face of the building, looking for an alley way through to the grounds at the back. I had a previous memory if there being one or two such alleys but they were nowhere to be found. The grounds at the rear (or possibly it was the front since we were standing in the carpark if you recall) were fenced off all the way around and could only be accessed internally by the building. Clearly there was some reason to keep people out. Some time later again, I found myself in a joke magic shop, not an ordinary joke magic shop but one of those joke magic shops that uses real magic for its jokes. It was similar to the shop operated by Fred and George in Diagon Alley in the popular fantasy series "Harry Potter". I was demonstrating various products for the customers and they kept feeding me polyjuice potion to see what I would turn into. I turned into all manner of things from lions to mice to famous people to discoloured china and I was getting rather sick of it. And do you know what I said when I was getting rather sick of it? I said, "I'm getting rather sick of this. Don't you think that that's enough?" They were quite surprised that anyone could get sick of polyjuice potion but the interesting thing is that though most people don't know since they've never tried polyjuice potion (it's quite expensive), it actually makes one feel quite literally sick. Whether they force fed me another tea spoon or not, I am sure that I do not know since I woke up.
    14. 28th Shared Dreaming Attempt- Cay's Dream

      by , 09-05-2011 at 04:40 PM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Cay's Dreams
      -I was on the bus, on a side road that branches off of the main one, which we go down to drop off a couple of kids. Suddenly, the bus came to a screeching halt. People fell out of their seats. We were herded off the bus and into an open trailer, which would seem to be made to accomodate cattle, except for the handrails that resembled those on either side of an escalator. J.G. stood at the front like a tour guide, and cordially informed us that we were going to "experience meat processing first hand".

      -I was attending some school dance. I left earlier than planned, and I'm pretty sure I changed clothes in full view somewhere. Time skip. People were at my house, many of whom I didn't know; in fact, the only ones I recognized among them S.G., D.M., D.Cl., and D.B. I guess it might've been a sort of party. I stayed in my room most of the time.

      -I was on some sort of racing cart with Azra and D.R. I was steering, Azra was in charge of acceleration/deceleration, and D.R. just waved a flag at the back, and shouted rude things at the other racers as we wound through a mucky, wet, mostly brick city that from the accents of the competitors I suspected was in England.

      -I was at my brother's and sister-in-law's again, as I had been the preceding evening. I played with the baby a bit, and wrestled with the dog. The television was turned to an unfamiliar news channel. I heard without really listening, "I lost myself, I lost myse-e-elf...." then my ears pricked up as the anchorwoman began with "Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke, 42, died at 12:50 PM today when his flight bound for..." "Dude, what?!" I cried, waking the baby, who cried in turn. "...Yorke was a cult icon who will surely be mourned this evening worldwide." The broadcast ended with the end of "Last Flowers"- "...too bright, too powerful..." and the fading image of Yorke at a piano.
    15. Family Murders

      by , 08-29-2011 at 09:49 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      Travel. A map. A boat. Storm. Battle.

      A family. Three girls and two boys. When they grew up, one of the boys went crazy and killed the three girls, and then he also died (not sure if through suicide or something else). I can see the grieving remaining boy. Didn't find the parents.
      Tags: death, map, murder
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      non-lucid
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