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6.4.2012

Enter: Unknown (????)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM LUCIDISH DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

After some hypnosis shenanigans, I fly off to a dangerous area off-campus, one guarded and maintained by ancient spirits of the past--and predictably end up needing to defend myself; as I'm failing to cut through some obstacles with a Katana I manifested, a woman appears and and teases me about it, making me rethink my approach and attack the problem differently and much more successfully.

7.4.2012

Holding Back (????)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM LUCIDISH DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

After a town-wide Nerf war, my GF and I find ourselves traveling through a temple in a strange society filled with warrior-like scholars who challenge us each to a sparring match; my GF handles herself well against one of the school's intermediate disciples, but when I ask to face their best fighter--the head-teacher's second in command--I'm forced to hold back everything to avoid killing him, which makes him feel insulted.

Climbing on a Cliff with My Dream Guide
I am climbing up a sheer cliff. My Dream Guide is next to me teaching me how to climb up it. I come to a point where I can't go any further and feel like I am about to fall. He shows me how to climb back down, then find a different path to go up. Suddenly, I feel a snake wrap around my leg and bite me. I start freaking out, but my DG tells me not to worry, because I am in control.

Fragment
I am putting on a play about juice and fruit. Gavin, Desiree, and my sis are there. Gavin has on a funny Peter Pan style cap and is doing a twirly dance.

Fragments

• I have a threesome in a jacuzzi
• Noelle and I are living in a house with a bunch of guys. They are eating and there are dirty socks on the table. I ask them to take their socks off the table.
  Later, the guys put on a show for us where they are all wearing these large afros.

Meeting my Dream Guide
I am at a dreamer's school. I am semi-lucid. I know it is a dream, but don't have complete control. The teacher is an old man with leathery, brown skin. The are other beings with me in the class that resemble humans, but with blue skin. (Looking back, I believe these are Dakinis). I missed the class on Tibetan Dream Yoga. Although I missed the class, my teacher provides me with a strange hat that will aid me in Tibetan Dream Yoga techniques. I tell him I don't deserve this since I wasn't even in the class. He responds that he knows I have the most potential and wants em to wear the hat. He places this strange hat on my head. It seems to be made of brass wires. It sits ontop a piece of the top of my head and circles my face, clasping under my chin. Immediately, my head feels heavy and starts to fall fackwards. I am sitting in lotus position on the gorund and start slowly rotating. I have a sense that I am about to "apprehend the dream". I see the dream dissolving away. A bright, white light starts emanating from my third eye and engulfing everything. I can see and feel my body dissolving away, each part of me slowly wisps away like dust. I am left no body, no dreamscape, no thoughts even, just pure awareness in a white void.

Flying with Dakinis
I am with the Blue Dakinis from the previous dream. I am semi-lucid in this dream as well. We are flying on a platform, possibly a magic carpet. I am able to direct the carpet with my energy.

More Fragments

• I am in a house full of people. Many of teh people there are other lucid dreamers. There are two women there who want to learn to lucid dream. I get a bad feeling about them and feel they want to learn for malicious reasons. I use my energy to send them nightmares next time they sleep.
• Someone gives me Radiohead tickets.
• I am testing out my newly repaired car, driving down a long, windy road. It is a road I know, but everything looks totally different.

For a Reason I don’t remember I did a reality check, and noticed I could easily breathe through my pinched nose so I immediately became lucid. I did some short stuff in my house (secondary) and I was trying my voice out, it was strange and it did feel more like I was only thinking but after a short moment I already managed to be confident in my voice. I went outside and this time I really prepared for the WWS, it was night and I could see the stars. I focused and took my stance, slammed my palms together and screamed out: “World Severing Seal”, some 2 seconds nothing happened and then I saw something above the clouds and a huge mass of pillars started impacting the ground counterclockwise around me, and the ritual itself indeed made my mental state which was already pretty clear completely clear. They were I guess taller than 100m and mostly orange with a lot of complexions varying with each pillar, they must’ve been around 30.
Then I decided to call for my DG again, so I simply screamed: “DREAM GUIDE!” out into the night in a heaven’s piercing voice, and something happened immediately. What I actually just noticed afterwards is that the sky suddenly turned day bright and the scenery changed as well. What I noticed within the dream is that the earth was trembling for a moment and the one thing I was looking at was this yellow bunch of energy particles starting to accumulate, sounding and looking somewhat similar to the Ultima spell in FF8, I was really excited and a bit cautious about whatever I was looking at, but even through the excitement the lucidity remained perfectly intact. But as I got closer I noticed there were 2 spheres (the other was behind) and they seemed to be out of sync, not allowing whatever was going on to progress. I thought something of how the Rotation of the spheres was a problem and suddenly was emerged in fixing the problem, and I was watching something with a bunch of people, at first it had to do with the spheres and the rotation. From this point on I got distracted and my lucidity started to fade ever so slowly over time. The dream did progress like that for quite a few minutes, and then I was emerged in a really odd game were I had to flip this sensor probe in strange ways and I started to question the reason of that. Then the dream started to fade and the lingering spark of lucidity immediately catches up to it but too late, and that’s how I wake up. Still the moment I type this down I feel really great.

This dream was somewhat long enough to make me forget the first part before doing the RC and there’s a small gap and a few inconsistencies after the RC, like how I know I said something specific, but not what. I’m pretty sure I did the RC for a specific reason as well, unlike in most of my other dreams where I become lucid through an RC.

After over 25 lucid dreams I was questioning how long it would take to finally have my first lucid with a completely free mind and here it was, I even managed to stabilize enough to get excited without impacting my lucidity at all. Though I got distracted again in the end (which was what weakened my stabilization).





On a side note I also had a pretty lascivious dream right before falling back to sleep for the lucid one above.

Spoiler for Random Close Encounter(Strong Sexual Content):

The dream directly started with me having sex with this girl, she had somewhat darker skin but not going in the direction of brown but rather really slightly darker skin, going in the direction of black with a taint of green. The feeling was pretty intense and I actually came which made me wake up. But the way these dreams work neither my bed nor my paints had to suffer from stickiness.

I had this dream a while back and thought that I might as well write it here as I haven't uploaded in a while.

Dream
I was in a corridor like place of a Victorian like house. The was a door and a man in a black standing outside. The only thing I could see was the whites of his eyes, they were like Batman's eyes when he's in costume.

The man looked like your cartoony spy that wears shades and has a bowler hat and trench coat, only he was more like a silhouette. I don't remember any events leading me to this point in the dream but he was teaching me how to make things appear in dreams. He looked through the keyhole in the door and imagined something (I can't remember what it was) and it appeared when he opened the door.

I tried with Megan Fox (naturally) I bent down and looked through the keyhole, imagining seeing Fox there, I opened the door. It worked and I saw Megan Fox.

Can't remember much after that, I think I woke up.

Side Notes
I haven't been lucid to try this techy again but I think that The Adjustment Bureau had something to do with this.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m following someone, a female friend, and she leads me into a restaurant and on through to the backroom. I was under the impression thatthey needed help and that it might be fun to give assistance. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The room I walk in to is not a restaurant kitchen, but somesort of manufacturing warehouse. The walls are high but appear to be made ofclay or concrete, unusual for such a spacious room. Some of the equipment andwork stations appear like an old glass-blowing factory. In the ceiling there isa slow-moving vent fan that does little to alleviate the heat, though I see noopen flames or extreme sources of heat. I know it feels warm yet no one appearssweaty, though everyone is dressed for warm temperatures, overalls and shortsleeve shirts. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman continues on past several stations and passes aman whom she speaks to briefly about me, then walks past him and out of mysight. The man, who is brown –skinned like a man from India and has dark hairapproaches me, and I begin to take off my shirt. I am not sure why I am takingoff my shirt but it appeared right at the time. The man is holding up a leadvest, and says, “The first thing we need to do is get the lead vest on you. It’llkeep you safe.” This is when I realize that there is indeed fire and heatinvolved in working in this room, and the vest this man is offering me will donothing to protect 85% of my body. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I start backing away from the man, attempting to get myshirt back on. I become indignant and say, “No way! Who do you think you are?Do you realize who I am?!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk away from him hurriedly and the location shifts to alarge home, almost palatial, perched on a hillside. The building is white, butnot brightly so, and has multiple levels and terraces with terrific views ofthe surrounding countryside. I am inside and holding a drink, and I am royalty.I also appear to be masculine, an unusual role in my dream, but I am talkingwith someone who is perhaps an advisor. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man I am talking with is telling me about somethingmundane, an upcoming appointment or business affair which I must attend. I callhis attention to a woman standing among other people in the home, a beautifulwoman who appears in her mid-twenties, standing with her back to me, part of agroup of women who appear to be servants and various…guests? He tells me thatshe belongs to the Jade Dragon, and the mark on her back denotes that.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The Jade Dragon mark denotes someone who is very importantand is a special mark. The person with such a mark is feared and revered, asshe can bring fortune or pain. My advisor doesn’t tell me this but somehow Iseem to know it innately.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Everybody leave!” I command. “Everybody out!” I have myadvisor and all the other women leave the room, and because I am king they allfollow my orders. “Except you.” The beautiful woman stays, and I come closer toher.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This woman is naturally beautiful. She appears to be Asianin heritage. Her skin glows as it is illuminated by the torches in the room,which weren’t there just moments before. Her hair is dark and full, flowing butnot longer than her shoulders. There are hints of auburn in her hair, but shedoesn’t color it. Her skin is tan and glistens, almost like she has beenrecently wet or rained on. Her smile is natural and comes easy to her face, butdoesn’t look overly toothy or fake. Her eyes are dark, possibly brown, but itis hard to tell in the dim light of the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the woman’s back is the mark of the Jade Dragon, visiblebecause her gown is open in back, low-cut but not so low as to be overlyrevealing. The mark consists of raised lines, almost like thick scars, in theshape of a serpent climbing up her back with its head near her right shoulderblade. Surrounding the serpent is the shape of a shield, or marker, a shapewhich denotes the crest of the Jade Dragon and symbolizes power that issupernatural. I can only see three-quarters of the mark as part of her gownhanging over her left shoulder hides part of the mark.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I talk to her, and we get along instantly, and it hasnothing to do with me being king. Her face lights up as I talk to her, asthough no one has been kind to her in many years, and she doesn’t feelthreatened by me. Conversation flowsnaturally, and we end up lying on the floor and talking over drinks. A fire isburning behind us, and I can see the hearth over her back, slightly blurry inthe background of my vision. I am concentrating on her.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I talk to her I discover she does not know what wordsare. She knows how to speak, she knows that language exists, but she has neverseen words, nor has she been exposed to writing. I promise to teach her and sheis genuinely pleased. I feel glad I can help her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She wonders why people treat her so, why people shun her andfear her. People turn her away from their shops and it hurts her feelings, butlife has always been such. I find it hard to fathom also, and clearly none ofthe local people have ever taken time to know her beyond myth. She is caringand compassionate, gentle in spirit, and happiness finds her easily when she isshown kindness. It’s painful to think she has been dealt such injustice, likecaging a beautiful animal in a prison that has no bars.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I was standing outside my home, and things seemed rather normal, but suddenly a space shuttle-like craft flew across the sky.
This made me realize that I was dreaming - and I did some stabilization techniques.
I walked towards the point in the sky, which the craft had passed by, but it was already gone. When I stopped trying to chase down the craft, the scenery had completely changed, and I found a small cottage. I went in and saw an old man.
I talked to him for a while, though I don't remember much of the conversation. I ended up asking him if he knew anything about my dream guide (since this has been a goal of mine lately).
He pointed me towards a bar/casino-ish establishment, by showing me a picture of their logo - it said "POKER" with each letter enframed by the outline of a card.

I went in the direction of the place, and finally found it. Though to my surprise it looked more like a cave than a house on the inside.
I walked through a corridor and found 4 people within. They seemed to be playing cards - seemed to be texas-hold-em. I greeted them when their game was over, and told them why I was here.
They told me about a doll, which was supposedly buried in the cave - which they figured could be related to my dream guide. I think my level of lucidity was rather low, as I didn't really question it, but rather summoned a shovel in my hands and started digging.
After a while, I did indeed find a doll - but it was made from what seemed like pumpkins and apples.
I digged a little bit further and found a hollow space filled with various types of fruit.

I awoke a few times during the dream, but was able to re-enter it by DEILDing - after this point however, I seemed to be too awake to fall asleep again.
The dream lasted for quite a while due to the re-enterings, and this is just an outline - the lucidity was rather low, but the contents sure were weird :/

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

Had a beautiful dream in which I met my Dream Guide. I was lucid and she was silent as usual. We were on the beach and she just moved her hands in the air, like painting a canvas and the air and the clouds smudged and made beautiful ethereal drawings in front of my eyes.
I tried to do the same thing and I moved my hands in a way that made the sand dance. I envisioned a Buddha and the sand obbeyed my hands and sculpted itself into a solid Buddha sitting on a throne. When completed, the sand sculpture slowly started to transform into gold with incrusted jewels. I noticed that the throne was in fact a 3D mandala on top of which was the Buddha. He was part of it and also beyond it.

Visions scattered assorted group
I was with a few friends, one familiar the other two not.
I knew we were working together to determine exactly when the others would arrive
We were part of the few set to the task of proving they were coming
Time passed and our excitement grew until one day the mood had changed
Even though we all had discovered the arrival and we knew the time was close, no one seemed as excited as me for the news
My best friend who I shared most of my liking with was put off
No one would acknowledge this most wonderful thing had occurred
Something is not right
The feeling is off, familiar yet set apart
She who was with me sensed that I was no longer deceived
I knew then my companions were not mine alone
They weren't coming, they were already here
Discovering we were close to the truth they came prerequisite
She informed me our truth was yet to grow
And I needed to see what was here
She pulled out some device and called forth for transport
All looking up I saw the black dot appear in the sky
Growing larger with more definition it was coming to us flat and faster than free fall
My heart raced with the potential of approaching experience
Not slowing I had no time to react before the disc plopped hard against the earths crust, like a coin hitting the surface flat
Leaving our equipment we crossed the road towards this metallic craft which was empty and ready for our load
Getting in it felt as if each seat was fitted for one, just enough for all of us
There were lap seat belts which seemed more aesthetic than functional
Before I could comprehend where I was, I was there
Inside of some great room
Metallic and streamline with overtones of blue and grey
Everything seemed with purpose and beings scattered about the place in what appeared to be booths coupled threes and fours
It was made known to me they looked exactly how they wanted us to see them
My companions were no more and I felt rejoined
I was to meet the leader
Every other creature had the appearance of one of 4 humans
As if they all shared from only 4 templates
If I stared too long at any one the image would blur and they became someone else, still one of the four
Their leader was tall and distinct
A familiar and welcoming appearance he was covered in a metallic blueish bodysuit
It continued up one side of his neck connecting to one slightly over-sized eye
Hiss appearance was human, with certain forgivings
The eye was veined with a neon blue
The other was normal and warm as he grinned
Black soft curly hair that stood on end was littered with white and bright blue highlights
His name was Zerg and he asked me to walk with him
Feeling as though I was walking across a cafeteria
We approached a two seated booth
He said I must have questions,
and he would do his best to assist my position
As he slid into his seat I could barely contain my excitement for the coming revelations
Lowering myself onto my side I witnessed his lips moving beginning some great prologue,
there was no sound
And I awoke.

Lucid ||Commentary || Non-Lucid

Broke my dry-spell

I was doing a project in my Pre-Calculus class, in which we were to make a website about something. When it was my turn to present, Mrs. Ward (the teacher) said something about not being fully prepared. She loaded up my website onto the Smart Board in front on the room, and was browsing it. She then clicked on a link that was supposed to link to the first page of my friend's website, but instead, it linked to the entire website instead. Mrs. Ward pointed this out, and I felt bad.

Afterwards, my mom called me on my cell phone. She told me she had to do something in McAdenville, and wouldn't be able to pick me up. I asked if I had to ride with my cousin (he lives in McAdenville, and goes to a different school), and she said yes. I tried to find an excuse to not go to McAdenville, such as I had soccer practice.

I was now at home, unleashing my dog. As I was walking back to the house, I wondered why I wasn't at soccer practice. It then occurred to me that I had a car, and there was no reason for me to ride with Jalen in the first place. It also occurred to me I'm training for tennis, and soccer season had already passed. With this, the dream ended.

I lied very still as I woke up, with the intent to jump back into the dream consciously. I felt the familiar tinglings of SP. I tried to visualize the dream where it ended. Very vivid images of the past dream flashed in my vision, then the tingling became more intense. I decided I would just ride the vibrations into lucidity. The vibrations became more intense, and for once, I saw HI. It wasn't very colorful; in fact, it looked more like "shadows" jumping around my room. Surprisingly, I wasn't scared and just remained calm. Once the vibrations subsided, I did a RC. I was dreaming!

I was standing up in my room. "Well, since I'm in a dream, I can do anything, like passing the walls." (I mainly said this to affirm myself I wouldn't slam into the walls like last time ) I passed through the walls with ease. It was very beautiful outside; it was dawn and the sky was a mix of blue and orange hues. The environment was very vivid. I decided to seize the opportunity to further ground myself into the dream. I got down on my stomach and smelled and felt the green grass. It smelt very refreshing, and the environment around me in response to this got a little brighter. I got up with the intent of accomplishing the goal of contacted my 'subconscious,' or, the 'intelligence' behind the dream to find my dream guide.

From back around my house, I see a figure. As it approaches me, I notice it's a Hispanic girl who was completely nude. She gave me a smile, and walked passed me. "CRAP," I thought to myself. This was definitely doing to interfere with my goal. I turned around and followed the girl, wanting a hug (wow, I'm surprised I just wanted a hug). She turned around.

"Why don't you come with me for a bit?" I thought about this briefly. "Sorry," I said, "I'm on a mission here."

She smiles again. "You're trying to find it, aren't you? Don't worry, it should still be here soon."

At this point, I don't know what overcame me, and I gave into temptation. I went to the girl, and did some tasteless stuff. The girl allowed it, but her expression implied she was obviously disappointed in me.

"Yea well....you better get going."

I took a deep breath, about to ask my subconscious to manifest before me with firm intent. At the point however, I suddenly woke up.

After waking up, I realize that that girl was testing me to see whether or not I had the conviction to accomplish my goals without getting distracted; obviously, I didn't . However, I'm happy that I broke my dry spell, and this definitely won't happen again. I swear I've seen this girl in a previous dream before....

Longest. Dream. Ever. So vivid, so much detail, and much more dialogue than I normally have in my dreams. The whole thing must've lasted 10-15 minutes (in dream time)

I was in a very large city, what I assumed was Tokyo at the time on some sort of school trip. I was on a pathway with some friends and we were walking towards a large deck/patio area that was overlooking a river and the city. When we got to the deck I looked up in the sky and saw the moon was much larger than usual. It seemed to be growing too. I squinted a little bit to try and see it better, and I noticed it was hurtling at us! I didn't move (don't know if I couldn't or just didn't) and just stood there. Nobody else seemed to be paying any attention and I didn't say anything, I just started at the moon flying at us. It crashed into the city beyond the river and there was a huge explosion with massive amounts of debris flying everywhere.

The next thing I knew I was standing on the pathway again, like nothing had ever happened. I looked around, and noticed it was just like before. I didn't really think anything of it and continued to walk with my friends towards the deck again. When we got there I asked my friend Tyler about what happened. He said, "What are you talking about? Nothing happened, and the moon difinitely didn't fall out of the sky. Look," he pointed up, "it's right there." I looked up where he was pointing and sure enough there was the moon, siting in the sky, certainly not hurtling towards us. I found this very odd, and started to quesiton things. I figured I might as well to a RC. I plugged my nose, tried to breath in and it worked! I was in a dream, the third one in a row

I imediately felt the dream start to fade and quickly started to rub my hands together to no success. I decided to try spinning to prolong the dream and kept spinning around and around. I didn't want to open my eyes, thinking that I would wake up, but after I had spun for about 30 seconds and wasn't lying down, I figured I could stop and I would be alright. I opened my eyes and I was still on the deck, but nobody was there. I thought of what to do, and I immediately thought of the TotY. The first one that came to mind was the first camera, but I didn't really feel like doing that one for some reason. Instead, I decided to survive the hindenburg disaster.

I pictured the large baloon floating over an airfield (like I remember seeing in old videos) and snapped my fingers, thinking to myself, "take me there." In a flash I was inside a small room, what looked like a cockpit. There were two people in the room with me and I noticed they had modern pilot uniforms on. I didn't think much of it and leaned over them to look out the window. I proceeded to accidently knock over one of their coffees, "Hey! Watch it!" he yelled. I back away quickly, surprised at his sudden activity. I noticed that the cup was full, and it had gotten all over the controls. A few sparks appeared and I started to get nervous, as did the pilots.

I rubbed my hands some more, making sure I had a good hold on the dream. I had a feeling this would be the cause of the crash, and I was right. The blimp immediately started diving forward, and the pilots pulled back on the controls as hard as they could, trying to get the blimp to rise. I could hear passengers screaming in the back when a flight attendant came in. "What's going on!? Why are we falling out of the sky!?" She sounded surprisingly calm for being in an aircraft that was about to crash. "This dumbass spilled coffee all over the controls!" One of them yelled. I backed away a little bit and put my arms up like I was innocent, "It was an accident! I didn't mean to!" I claimed.

Then, one of the pilots must've had a light bulb go off over his head, because in an instant, he shouted, "Wait! I have an idea!" He then took his coffee, and poured it all over the controls! "What the hell are you doing!?" I demanded. "Just wait," he replied. After only a few seconds, we levelled out, and were at a safe trajectory again. "What the... how did you know that would work?" I asked. "We are in a dream, you know." He replied, quite sarcastically. I shrugged it off and walked back into the main room where all the passengers were. Then I noticed a guy with a cigarette in his mouth and some matches in his hand. "NO!! Don't do that!" I yelled, but it was too late. He struck the match and the entire vessel instantly burst into flames.

There was tons of flames in the passenger area and I ran back into the cockpit where there wasn't any fire yet. "What the hell was that!?" One of the pilots demanded. "Some idiot just lit a match and now the entire things burst into flames!" I replied. "Then light another match! You know, dreams?" It did make sense, given that he fixed the earlier problem by pouring more coffee onto it. I went back into the other room with the other passengers who were all freaking out. This time it was actually very hot and I started to sweat. I felt like I just ran a marathon and got thrown into a sauna, minus the steam. I pulled a matchbook out of my back pocket (no idea how they got there). To my dismay, as I opened them they immediately burst into flames from the already roaring fire. I guess that plan's out .

I went back into the cockpit where it was starting to get warm, but there still weren't flames. "So? Did it work?" The same pilot asked. "Not exactly..." I replied, "they burst into flames before I could light them." "Damn," he said, obviously discouraged, "that was our only plan. Well, I guess there's nothing left to do but sit back and enjoy death." Jeez, that seemed a little dark. "Doesn't really matter to me," I said calmly, "I just need to ride this out so I can finish the TotY." It was true after all, if I had saved the blimp then I would've failed my task. "That is such a dreamer's additude." The other pilot added in. "How do you know I'm dreaming?" I asked. "Duh," he said sarcastically, "I'm part of your subconscious. You know, your brain? I know everything you know, and things you don't know you know."

"Like what?" I asked, equally sarcastic. "Now then," he said, "this is no place to have an intelectual discussion. We're all-most of us are going to die here." Damn... I actually felt like a douche, but he was right, we're about to crash. "Can you just answer me one quesiton?" I asked. "Yes. There, I answered your quesiton, now shut up so I can enjoy my death." He replied. Jeez, my subconscious is even more sarcastic than I am. "Thats not what I meant. I want to ask you where my dream guide is. I've always wondered who/what it is but never found him/her/it." It was true, I was very curious about who my DG was. "Don't you see? It's right in front of you, it's-"

At this point the blimp finally crashed into the ground. The force threw me forward into the windshield, but it didn't break. Ow... The cockpit I was in finally caught on fire, and it was even hotter than the other room. I could feel my skin starting to melt, but it didn't hurt, just uncomfortable, like when you get a moderate cramp, only it was all over my body. I wanted to get out. Now. I pushed my way through the burning wreckage and punched out the window. I could barely squeeze through but there was a small openeing right on the ground about 2 feet high. I crawled out and walked into the bright sun. I turned around at the hindenburg and it was only a shell of what was once the greatest airship ever. I must've been the only one out.

It wasn't until a few seconds later when a man ran over to me with a fire extinguisher in his hands that I noticed I was still on fire. I told him to back off because i wanted to try something. I did another small energy burst (See two dreams ago) and the fire pretty much evaporated. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah I'm fine, but do you know if the pilot made it out?" I wanted to know what he was about to say and if he was really going to tell me who my DG was. "You're the only one who I've seen come out. Come on, you look terrible." I looked down into a puddle of water and noticed that all my hair had been singed off and my skin was black aroudn my face. I looked down and my arms and noticed my shirt was gone, but my pants were still there (thank god).

I walked over to the bleachers where the crowd had been watching the blimp fly around and sat down on the first one. I looked back at the blimp again and noticed that it was just a pile of charred rubble. Then, I noticed a figure walking away. It was the pilot! Unfortunately, it wasn't the one who I had been talking to, but the other one who had just sat there silent the entire time. I ran up to him and noticed he had a disappointed look on his face, almost angry. Right as I got close to him he spun around and kicked me right in the side of my head! It was a damn hard hit and pushed me about 20 feet off to the side but I managed to stay on my feet. "What the hell was that for!?" I yelled at him.

"Thats what you get for being yet another arrogant son of a bitch to come into this dream." Wow, he was angry! "What the hell do you mean?" I demanded. I was seriously confused. Was I really being that much of a jerk? "Back there, in the blimp, when you said 'Doesn't really matter to me, I just need to ride this out so I can finish the TotY.'" In a mocking tone like you would when you repeat what someone says to point out the obvious. "That is one of the cockiest things I've ever heard." (Looking back, he did kind of have a point) "What are you talking about? It's my dream, and besides, you're just a figment of my imagination. A projection of my subconscious to simulate the waking world."

"Oh, but I'm much more than that. Yes, I am a projection of your-" he cleared his throat, "-our subconscious, but that doesn't mean I'm not real. In here, what you see is all real. What was that one thing you always said? 'Perception is reality?' Well, you were right. And, even though you may think you perceive thise to be just a dream, to me, to your subconscious, we perceive this as complete reality." Wow, this is getting really serious! This stuff is insane . "That may be," I said, slowly, "but you're still a part of me, and if I perceive this to be a dream, then it is a dream."

"You're right," he said. He actually sounded like he just thought realized something. "This is a dream, but who's to say dream aren't reality? This is all real. Right now, your brain is still sending signals to your body and itself. Your heart is beating in here, as well as in your physical body, lying in your bed. What you're seeing, hearing, feeling. What you're smelling and even tasting, is all going into your memory. Saying this dream isn't real is like saying memories aren't real. You remember going snowboarding last night, right?" (I did go snowboarding last night) "That was real, wasn't it? But all it is now is just a memory, and soon, this will just be a memory. Saying this dream isn't real is like saying everything that has ever happened isn't real, and who are you to say what is and isn't reality?" (I maye have left some parts out, but this is about 95% accurate)

"And now..." He said, "I think it's time I put you in your place." He charged at me, incredibly fast. "Wait wait wait, hold on a sec-" *SMACK!* I felt a huge sharp pain in my ribs. Everything started to go blurry, and I struggled to raise my hands together. I started to rub them and focus on the warmth and feeling, "Uh-uh," he yelled, "You're not stabalizing that easily! I'll make you wake yourself up!" At this point i was on my knees, trying to regain my breath, when suddenly my neck snapped back. He had kicked me square in the jaw. But then it hit me: it's not about rubbing your hands together, it's about focusing on your senses and how it feels to do so. "No, you're the one who's wrong," I squeezed out. "You see, the more you hit me, the more pain I feel, and the more senses I have to anchor myself to this "alternate reality" you say we are in."

I focused on my chest, on my jaw, neck, and even the burns from the crash. The more I thought about it, the more it hurt, but the more vivid the dream became. "Ah, but I can see it on your face," he snickered. "The more you focus on the pain, the stronger it becomes." Spot on, he hit the nail on the head. "But you forget," I told him, "I have nearly mastered dream control, and any pain I feel I can easily change. You know, the mind interprets pain and sex in the same area of itself. If sexual thoughts can be used to diminish pain in waking life, then why could it not work in the dream world? After all, it's all in your head."

At this point I was back on my feet, and pictured the pain in my chest and jaw to pleasure in my "private area." It worked better than I thought. So well in fact I nearly ejaculated and could feel the dream fade just a tiny bit. I imagined a bit of the new pleasure as pain to even it out, and it worked perfectly. I had some minor discomfort in my chest, and some moderate pleasure "down there."

"I see," he replied, "it looks as if it has worked. Well then, let the realy fire start!" I immediately yelled back, "You asked for it!" I flexed all the muscles in my right hands and formed a fireball about the size of a medicine ball. I lurched back and flew forward in an all out sprint. At this point time seemed to slow down 10 fold, so that one normal second took a good 10 seconds to happen. We were only about 50 feet away and I halved that distance in the blink of an eye, or about 3 seconds of slow-motion. I swung my arm around as hard as I could (8 years of baseball finally paying off) and aimed right for his head. Right as it left my hand he leaned to the left and I flew past him. I spun around so that my back was facing the ground and I could see his knee about to come up, going straight for my back.

I arched my back as hard as I could and turned it into a back handspring. "Not bad," he said, "for a dreamer." For some reason, that pissed me off. I'm normally a very cool headed guy. In fact, whenever I play video games with friends they will always get pissed off and I'll have to tell them to calm down, while they're all screaming their heads off. But not this time. Without thinking, I formed another fireball and went after him again. This time though, I threw the fireball at him earlier, and followed through on the throw to turn it into a side flip, and rotated that into a chartweel type move, and pushed yet another fireball off each of my feet, on either side of him, so no matter which way he moved, he would get hit. However, he jumped straight into the air, about 100 feet, avoiding all three fireballs.

"Quite the moves you got there," he said, "but you'll have to do better than that to beat me!" He dove down head first straight at the ground, fast enough to cause him to burst into flames like a meteor. Having just recovered from my little stunt, I saw him out of the corner of my eye smash into the ground. A huge crater formed and I was pushed back several hundred feet. He walked casually out of his crater and moved so fast he just appeared next to me in the blink of an eye. "Now, like I said before, It's time you learn your place!" I felt a massive force on the back of my head and I'm pretty sure I was forced into the ground. The force was so great that I woke up in my bead, heart going crazy, sweating like hell and completely disoriented. Wow. Now that was a dream. I'm starting to wonder whether or not that was my DG, and if what he said was really true. I quickly wrote down all the main points as well as the majority of the dialogue, but I had school again that morning and I had little time to actually get into detail.

Nevertheless, I got part of the TotY done, had en epic fight, and possibly met my DG.

BONUS ENTRY OF DOOM!™
¡Single Sentence Sizzler!®

??.??.2011

Subtle (DILD)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

As I lounge in the cool waters of a private pool, eyes closed, I hear a familiar voice echo through the dark: ”Don’t freak out, but that’s a shark you’re resting your head on,” she spoke calmly, allowing me to recognize a dream sign as my head rest transformed into a twelve-foot long, brown tiger shark; she offered her hand, and I took it, pulling myself over the shark and out of the pool altogether, ready for whatever she had in store for me.

??.11.2011

New Terms (WILD)

★★★★★

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

New deal: you continue to protect her, but she gets to go wherever she likes and do whatever she likes. In addition, I’m no longer subservient to you or anybody else, and in return I’ll try my best not to kill you.

Waking up, in my bed at home, though I know I’m actually on campus. I hear music playing outside. People laughing.

As I get up, I see her at the foot of the bed, simple, flowing, white dress, knowing eyes, and beautifully styled, brown, shoulder length hair.

“Mae?” I ask, just to be sure.

“Of course. Come one, let’s go downstairs.”

I extend my hand, and she takes it, giving me an anchor to the dream, as we walk down the stairs, out to the deck, into the cool night air. The hearty laughter of my father reaches me, and I know I’m entertaining guests.

I stop when I sense it. Something isn’t right.

Mae continues onwards.

“There’s some people here tonight.”

“Who?” I ask, suspicously.

“You’re mother, you’re father, and. . . Hades.” she states it in a hushed tone, as if knowing the distress it would bring me.

But instead, I grow cold, determined, as I move down, to the lower deck, previously obscured from view by a white, decorated, awning. The hot-tub gone, a long circle of comfortable chairs has replaced it. Mae takes a seat near the god himself, whose blue flaming hair and cartoonish appearance I can’t help smirking at. There are two open chairs, one between Mae and that slime-bag, the other next to my father.

“Ahh, good to see you. Please come have a seat.”

Grinning, he motions to the chair next to him. I take a seat next to my father, and make myself comfortable. The grin fades from his face, and the conversation starts to pick up again. I teleport to the chair next to Hades, making the point that I’m very much in control of the situation.

“Why are you here?” I demand.

“To make sure you understand the terms of our new agreement.”

“What? I thought part of that was everything goes back to the way it was and I never have to deal with you again.”

“No. . . That’s not the case. See, I’m here to remind you that we can still work with one another.”

I see a few cats in the yard.

“How’s Kaomea?” I ask casually.

He goes silent, as I effortlessly summon death and wipe one of the cats from existence. I turn my attention back to him.

“I take it these aren’t real?”

“What?” he looks at me like I’m crazy, then realizes I’m talking about the cat, “Yours is the only realm that names those things.”

“So, no, then?”

“What do you think?”

“I wonder what would happen if I did that to you.”

The dreams starts to waver, and I reach my hand out, placing it over the god’s head, using his blue flaming hair to anchor me in the dream, letting him know exactly where he stands.

He, and all his lackiess, stand up and start moving back into the house.

“I think we’ll be going now,” he states, trying to retain his composure.

The dream is still falling around me; the only one left on the deck besides myself is Mae. She approaches me, when I see someone watching us from the neighbor’s deck, about one-hundred yards away.

“Who’s that?” I ask Mae, pointing in the direction of the newcomer.

“Her? I’m not sure.”

I teleport up to her and Mae is quick to follow.

“Who are you?”

She straightens her posture, “Me? Just a princess.”

“Pfft, yeah, alright. Now, get the hell out of here.”

“Is there a problem?” She asks snottily.

Mae interjects, “You. You’re the problem, and I’m tired of your kind oppressing people like him!”

It looks like the two are about to rip each other apart, so I step in, “Woah, Mae. As much as I’d like to see how you fight, this is my problem, I’ll deal with it.”

“Fine. . .” Mae moves backward.

The dream shifts, as the fight ensues. I find myself inexplicably in front of a monitor, the self-proclaimed princess on the other side. Odd, but I don’t care.

Drawing a blade from my side, I immediately know how useless it will be, so I hurl at her, looking down, finding my true sword just at my feet.

I draw it and see my foe, through the screen, transformed, grotesque, surrounded by purple energy tendrils in the form of snakes. She lashes one out at me, locking my weapon in place.

“Chidori.”

Unphased, I imbue my blade with screaming lightning and instantly cut her tendril.

Pointing my katana, I try something new, “Chidori Stream,” and jets of razor sharp lightning fire from the tip of my sword as I slash her in half. Then in quarters; then eighths.

Nearly dead now, in some sort of half-defeated limbo, I try something else on her. Striking with an open palm thrust, I exclaim “Hadoken!”

A burst of blue energy erupts from my palm, immediately exploding in a blast of smoke and blood, blowing her into oblivion.

The woman gone, the dream shifts back, and Mae is there, floating at my side. Unmoved by my display of power. . .

I am in a car with kirsty and the girls, its daytime and to my left is pavement then a field. I am driving and everybody gets out the car, they tell me to meet them at theirs, they wanna walk from here cause there is too much traffic. I say thats ok but i know this car is kirsty's car and not my own so i have to be careful.

I get annoyed that i havent moved in a while and decide to 3-point turn and leave, i crash into an oncoming car as im beginning to turn, stick it in reverse and hit another car, im scared now so i speed off and park the car outside kirstys house. I go in for a bit to chill with them and act like nothing has happened.

at some point i decide to nose plug RC I can breathe. "im dreaming" i say. i do some stabilisation techniques and leave the house. I walk out into a wooded area and its dark, i try to yell out, wanting to call for my dream guide but i couldnt make any sound at all. I rub my hands together for a while and chant "this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream..." I try again to call out. "i need to speak to my dream guide. Are you there!?" i wait for a few seconds, then hear an answer, it sounds like its coming from inside my head and remember thinking that is weird. "yes" i hear.
" Can you please meet me? I'd very much like to talk to you" a figure appears before me, it has silver skin, he introduces himself but i forget the name.

We walk and talk, he tells me lots of things but i forget most of the conversation. He tells me i was a dog in a past life, he also says he needs to show me something. He takes me to a friend, i recognise it as an old school friend called Becky. We are hovering above her bed, she is laying there crying. She looks so thin and upset. He tells me that i should talk to her, try to help her as she is going through a really hard time at the moment. i tell him that i will.

I ask him about the page i reserved for him in my DJ, if its ok for me to fill that in with his information, he tells me no and i get the impression that, at least for now, i should leave it empty.

I wake up. Later that day i send a message to my old school mate becky, i haven't talked to her in maybe a year and a half, so i look at her FB and her statuses tell me she is depressed atm, i message her saying "might sound crazy, i had a dream bout you last night and it seemed you were having a hard time, is everything ok? etc" she replied straight away telling me how weird that is because she is currently battling a eating disorder and her bf is in rehab and she cannot contact him for 1 year.

This freaked me out, maybe it was a coincidence and maybe i just already knew deep down that something was wrong.

10.20.2011

My Dream Guide Returns (Semi Lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had gotten only 4 hours of sleep on the 18th and 1 hour of sleep on the 19th so I basically crashed at 8:30 last night. I was sleep walking and talking deliriously and everything. It gave me a ton of REM and extra sleep. Somewhere during the night I had this dream.

I was in one of the top floors of a skyscraper. I was infiltrating a large corporation, they were probably evil and wanted to take over the world or something. There was a party going on. Everyone talking in groups and wearing suits and dresses while they drank and ate appetizers. I was standing on my own observing what everyone was doing. I randomly became semi lucid. A group of people not far from me dispersed and behind them was a girl who looked in her early 20s with red hair wearing a black dress and a large witches hat with a silk ribbon coming off the tip that went down to her waist. I immediately recognized her as my dream guide! I became filled with happiness and relief. It had been 9 months since I first met her and 9 months of searching to try and find her again. She was weaning different clothes than the first time I saw her. Then she was wearing a different dark purple dress and hat.

I ran up to her and hugged her and said "finaly!". She was taller than me. I am very dissapointed that I was only semi lucid. I didn't think to ask her her name or any of the very important things I had planned on asking her. In fact we didn't really talk for the rest of the dream because we were under cover. She helped me infiltrate and spy on the corporation. My lucidity dropped as I followed the dream but I was content to just be with my dream guide again.

Eventually I woke up and was very happy and disappointed at the same time. I had done the one thing that had challenged me for so long but I didn't actually do it myself, she came to me while I was semi lucid like the first time I met her. Also I didn't go through with the plan I had tried to ingrain into my head on what to do when I met her. I didn't know what to say because I was so happy like the first time I met her. Hopefully this will mean she is going to start showing up more and we can start my training like she promised we would. I'm going to start committing more to lucid dreaming again and I will remember to ask her her name next time!